Fertile Hole Desperate Housewife

This is my first story, feedback is welcome! If this premise works well, I will have other stories that take place at the Fertile Hole.

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Sally was staring into her coffee trying to sort out what she wanted to do next. She was at a truck stop at the edge of town that she had barely known existed a few weeks ago. Though it was pretty big, with a large diner and even showers available for the long-haulers, it just wasn't the type of place she usually went. Sally and her husband, Phil, were affluent suburbanites. Though she wasn't the type to stick her nose up and think she's too good for anyone or anyplace, she felt pretty out of place here.

She took another small bite of the Boston cream pie she'd ordered. At least it tasted good. Probably for the best that's what she got, she was clearly out of her mind having any other thoughts.

Sally was 41 years old, and though she was starting to soften a bit, she took very good care of herself. She was wearing an expensive beige blazer and a chic pencil cut skirt that came down to her knees. Her sandy blond hair was pulled into a bun, that was just tight enough to declare it as put together without looking severe. Her makeup was light and tasteful, just enough to accentuate everything beautiful about her. The overall impression was perfection. She may not be the hot blonde she had been in college, but was still turning heads.

The problem was whose head she wasn't turning. No, that wasn't fair. Phil still paid her plenty of attention, but only on a schedule. Specifically, a schedule that didn't match when she was ovulating. Three years of experience showed a clear pattern.

Sally had already been worried that she might be getting too old, but she really wanted a child. She'd talked to Phil, and after a couple months, Phil said "OK". So, with his blessing, Sally went off the pill. They'd always had an active sex life, so she expected to get knocked up quick, assuming that they were both healthy. She was so excited. She wanted a child, but she was also turned on by the thought of those sperm swimming in to fertilize her. For awhile it was like a dream of taboo lust. Every time they had sex she would take him deep inside and imagine that cream deep inside and wonder if this would be the time. No sperm found her egg.

After 8 months of not getting pregnant that Sally started getting serious about trying. Step one was to start tracking her cycle. She looked up exactly when she'd be most fertile, only to find that for several days surrounding that time, Phil was unavailable. He was traveling for work, or wasn't feeling well, or was just staying up late doing other things. What could have been normal one-offs started to build a pattern. It started to look like he was actively avoiding impregnating her.

Another 8 months like this and Sally finally confronted Phil, saying she was going to post her ovulation times, and expected him to be there. It didn't go well. Phil said she was stressing him out, and that it should just happen naturally. But it didn't. She kept track, and even with her best efforts, over the next 2 years they'd only had sex 3 times during her potentially fertile days.

The real kicker was that a few months ago, when she brought it up, he suggested they go and get tested at a family planning clinic - as if that were the only reason she wasn't pregnant. So, they went. Not only were they both perfectly healthy, but Phil's swimmers could have qualified for the Olympics.

There was no doubt in her mind, Phil was avoiding impregnating her.

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Sally was getting desperate. Maybe she wasn't thinking straight, but a couple weeks back she was talking with her brother, Greg. She mentioned that she was getting frustrated with not getting pregnant, and that Phil seemed indifferent - Sally was unwilling to admit to anyone that Phil was straight up avoiding knocking her up. Really, Sally should have known better. Though Greg was always the best brother she could hope for, he was also rather lewd when it came to anything that even tangentially related to sex.

"How long have you been trying?" Greg asked, his restraint from bringing up how to insert a penis into a vagina actually surprised Sally.

"Over three years now," Sally admitted.

"Yikes! I mean, I guess that makes sense, but still, that's a long time with no results. I don't mean to be mean, but, you sure you're able?"

"Yeah, I went and got checked, everything to going as it should. I just can't get Phil to watch the clock with me about when to... 'be intimate'." This was as close as she could bring herself to saying that he was actively avoiding knocking her up.

"Well, you could always try the fertile hole." Greg quipped.

"The what?"

"Never mind, just a stupid rumor." Greg was blushing, something he never did.

"OK, now you have to tell me what deviance is this?" Sally teased.

Greg dodged a bit, "it's just a rumor, more likely just some guys fantasy story that got passed around like an urban myth."

"Sure, fantasy story became urban myth, but what is it?"

Greg caved, "fine. Do you know what a gloryhole is?"

Sally scrunched her brow in confusion, "no..."

"Well, it's basically a hole in a wall that a guy sticks his dick through. If there's someone on the other side, that person pleasures his dick, what whatever means of their choosing."

"So, you stick your dick through a hole and hope a stranger gets you off?"

"Basically."

"But you have no idea if she's good looking, or even if it's a she! You could end up having butt sex with some old fat guy."

"Yup."

"And why would anyone want to be on the other side? I mean other than the desperate old gay guy."

"I think some people like the anonymity of it, and the control. The guy with his dick in a hole doesn't have much control. Think of it like a blindfold with some light bondage. It gets some people off."

"You sound like you've done this." Sally regretted the comment as soon as she said it, as it invited more information about her brother's sex life than she was comfortable with.

"Um, well, maybe under very controlled circumstances."

"Yeah, sorry, I don't want to know." Sally tried to get back on track. "So, now I know what a gloryhole is." She didn't want to admit it herself, she actually found the idea of giving an anonymous blowjob kind of sexy.

"Right. So, the rumor is that there's this truck stop that has a gloryhole."

"Sure, sure, truck stop with a gloryhole. Which one is this supposed to be?"

"You know the big one on the freeway about 10 miles north of town?"

"Yeah, I think so. It's got some nondescript name like

Chuck's

, right? You're telling me there's a gloryhole there?" Sally was incredulous.

"The truck stop is named

Carl's

... Anyway, the rumor is that there is, and more than just a normal gloryhole. The rumor is that they get women who aren't using protection to go in and service whichever dicks come in."

"So, she would have sex with random strangers?"

"That would be the idea. Supposedly, there's some big bonus if she actually gets knocked up from it. Hence the name, fertile hole."

"There's no way that's real."

"You're probably right. Like I said, some guys fantasy that became urban legend."

"How would they even find women for that? It's ridiculous."

"Well, you know how urban legends are, all the details filled in. Supposedly, if a woman thinks she might be interested, she goes up to the counter, alone, and orders the cream pie special. It's on the menu as being your choice of banana cream pie or Boston cream pie with a cup of coffee. But if it's ordered by a lone woman, it's code that she's interested. Someone will come around and get details, and be sure."

"They just have women lining up for this?"

"Well, it's cheaper than a sperm bank?" Greg offered. "In fact, if the girl does everything right, she can get over 5 grand for it."

"Five Grand! Where does the truck stop come up with that?"

"Well, to get it, there are hurdles."

"I can't believe I'm asking, but my morbid curiosity has taken over. What hurdles?"

"Well, she gets 50 dollars for each guy she services, not matter how she does it. Then if she takes at least 10 creampies, she gets a 2,000 dollar bonus, plus each creampie over 10 gets 100 bucks instead of 50. Finally, if she shows that she wasn't pregnant going in, but is afterward, she gets another 3 grand."

"So, they get hookers for this?"

"Assuming this were real, that wouldn't be ideal. No hooker wants to get pregnant, and it breaks the fantasy, so they would be trying to screen for 'normal' women."

"I thought the fantasy was for a virgin anyway. There are really guys whose fantasy is to knock up a stranger?"

Greg blushed again.

Wait

, Sally thought,

that idea turns him on? Oh god, more information I didn't want to have about my brother!

"There are," Greg admitted. "Funny you should mention the virgin. There was a rumor about a girl claiming to be a 22 year old virgin. Not sure what they did to verify that, but supposedly they did. Then they auctioned off her first time. The winner paid 10 grand to cum inside her. It was done through the gloryhole, so they never even met."

"Did she get pregnant?"

"Not that time, or so the story goes."

"Oh my god, I can't believe this conversation."

"Yeah, sorry, this is bad, even for me." Greg apologized.

"Oh, I'm not even sure you're to blame this time!" Sally teased.

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After that talk with her brother, the idea of the fertile hole stayed with Sally. The thought grew. She wanted to get pregnant, but moreover, the more she thought of it, the more the thought of sex with a total stranger had an unexpected appeal. The idea that some random guy's cock would fill her with sperm actually excited her to the point she found herself masturbating to it.

This morning she decided to go check out this truck stop. Of course, she wasn't going to do anything. Maybe though, she would find something that could feed her fantasy.

When she took the exit for the stop, her heart was racing. The building was even bigger than it looked from the freeway. She stepped inside, her legs shaking slightly. From the main entrance, to her left, she could see a quick mart that was as big as some grocery stores, with all the normal rest-stop sundries. To the right was a dinner that looked big enough to serve half the town. She guessed this had the advantage of not needing to rush anyone out. Straight ahead, beyond the clerk to help with gasoline problems, were the restrooms. There were pictograms indicating there were showers and lockers available inside. Maybe this is where they would hide a gloryhole, she wondered. So, she went back to women's room to look around.

Sally ended up spending 10 minutes going through every corner of the very large bathroom. There were 6 shower stalls, but all of them were solid, no strange holes. The toilets were normal too, without any chunks of wall missing. Finally she looked for extra doors, but the only door other than the entrance was for a utility closet. The door to the closet was slatted, and she could see the brooms and cleaning supplies inside.

Oh well, what did I expect?

Sally thought.

There is no way such a thing exists in our town.

So, Sally went into the dining area, and sat at the counter, thinking to get a light snack before heading home. Looking over the menu, she found it. "Cream pie special", just as advertised.

Ha! That's probably what started this rumor in the first place.

Sally concluded.

I wonder if they even know what creampie means?

Sally ordered the special as a lark. This was just too funny.

But once she got the pie, she realized that part of her was actually disappointed. She'd been so excited by the prospect of this forbidden solution to having a child, that her panties were dripping wet.

What's come over me?

Sally wondered.

My brother tells me some ridiculous rumor and I get wet over seeing a dessert special?

Sally blushed slightly and went back to nibbling at her pie.

"Hello ma'am. How's that pie treating you?" The voice asking was deep and rich.

Sally looked up find a large middle aged man with salt and pepper hair and a full beard on the other side of the counter. He wore a name tag that simply said "Carl". It was the same color and font as the waitress had been, or at least close enough, but had no other identifier except the name.

"Hi," Sally responded slowly. "It's pretty good, thanks."

"You'd let me know if you wanted anything else now, wouldn't you?" He seemed to be probing for something.

Sally nodded. "So, are you the manager?"

Carl smiled, "sort of. I'm Carl." This just got a blank look from Sally. So, he continued, "as in, 'Carl's truck stop'."

"Wait, there's actually a Carl? You're that Carl? No way."

"Seriously. although, to be honest I cheated. My dad bought the place and built it up. He bought it when I was 10 telling me it would be mine one day, even named it after me to prove it!"

"Well, thank you Carl, that's quite the service you provide. Do you introduce yourself to everyone that comes through?"

"Not everyone. But I find myself drawn to those that order the special."

Carl then looked over Sally, taking her in. He changed the subject, asking, "you're not a regular here, and you don't look like the typical road warrior, what brings you in today?"

"I don't?" Sally asked. "What does a road warrior look like?"

"Don't get me wrong, you could be, but you look like you could take over a board meeting and all the social club wives at the same time, and you don't look tired from driving. So, if you are a traveler, I'm quite impressed. We do have some local regulars, but they are typically from the trailer park across the way. Am I wrong?"

The smile Sally gave him could win beauty contests. "No, you're right, I'm from town, but this is my first time here."

"Well, I'm delighted to have you! Can I ask what brought you to our neck of the woods? Was it the rumors of the best cream pie special?"

Sally blanched. She was sure that she looked like a ghost. Before she could come up with a misdirect, she answered, "I had heard rumor of it."

"And is it all that you expected? Or was there something more to it in the stories you'd heard?"

Sally swallowed hard. "I had heard of more cream pies."

"I see. Well, as you can imagine, there are cream pies, and there are creampies."

"Is it true that there are creampies in a hole?" The code was clumsy, but Sally didn't know what else to say.

Carl smiled warmly, "ah, yes, that kind of creampie can be made. Would you like to come into my office to discuss ordering one?"

Knots and butterflies battle to dominate Sally's stomach as she quietly nodded.

As they stood, Sally reached for her purse to pay for the pie and coffee. Carl just knocked the counter with his knuckle, "don't worry none about that, it's on the house, no matter whether we order you another."

Carl led Sally along the length of the diner's counter to a door at the far end. The door, like his nametag, just said "Carl".

The office was simple and clean. There were a couple of comfortable chairs, a computer and a filing cabinet. The pictures around the office were all framed photos of various places. A few had people in them, but most were just of ocean or mountains.

Sally sat at Carl's direction, feeling fully outside her element.

Carl continued to smile as he said, "ok, enough with the code. You came here looking for something, likely rated x in nature, is that right?"

Sally tried to swallow, but her mouth had gone dry. "I'm not sure, maybe. I don't know if I should be doing this."

Carl nodded, his mannerisms reassuring. "That's fair. Let me absolutely clear on this point: at no point are you obligated to do anything you aren't comfortable with. If you say let's make arrangements today, then the day of, or even the minute of, you change your mind, that's OK. So for now, just to get it out there, what made you come here?"

"Is there a 'fertile hole' here?" Sally got the words out, surprising herself.

"There is. Is that what you think you want? Do you want to risk pregnancy? Or do you want to get pregnant?"

"Is there a difference?" Sally asked.

"Only from a curiosity standpoint, everything else is the same."

"I don't know, it seemed better than artificial insemination." Sally didn't want to talk about her husband here.

"Well, I know the donors enjoy it more," Carl said. "OK, for that, here's how it works: first you have to be fertile. Basically, that means you aren't on any form of birth control, don't have an IUD, etc."

"I've not been for 3 years."

"OK, and do you track your ovulation cycle?"

"I do."

"Good, then we can use that to schedule a day. It must be one of the 3 days you are most likely to be ovulating, assuming you are regular enough for that."

"OK." Sally agreed. Why was she agreeing? Was she actually considering this madness?

"Once we do that, from my end, I will line up possible participants. You will never see them, and you have no obligation save one: in order to get to the next person, you must bring the current to orgasm. You don't have to have sex with them. You don't have to blow them. Hell, if you can sex talk well enough, maybe you don't even have to touch them. But the order of the men is decided by lots, and if you want to see number 7 you have to first get number 6 off."

"So, not creampies?" Sally managed to ask, slightly in a daze imagining a random cock cumming for her.

"You can if you want. In fact, that's the point of the fertile hole. Creampies are encouraged, and rewarded."

"How so?"

"Well, for each creampie you take, you get 100 dollars, with a bonus of 2,000 if you take at least 10."

"I see." Sally didn't need the money, but she understood the financial incentives.

Carl continued explaining, "further, if you do a pregnancy test before starting that day, and it's negative, then are pregnant from that cycle, you get a 3,000 dollar bonus. I don't think that's why you're doing this, though. Maybe put it toward the kids college fund."

"I don't know," Sally balked, coming to her senses despite the pool of fluid her pussy was soaking in.

"No worries. How about this: we figure out when you would come if you wanted to and set up a test date. Then, I'll text you the day before to confirm. If you don't feel up to it, or want to pretend this never happened, just ignore me and go on with your life. If you want to see the next step, then you can reply and we'll meet the next day."

Sally felt a bit like she was talking to a salesman, but as she considered, there wasn't much downside. Obviously, she would just ignore the text message. In the meantime, she could fantasize about getting knocked up by a stranger... or strangers.

"What the hell," Sally said. She reached into her purse to grab her phone. On it, she had an app she'd been using to track her menstrual cycle. The app had her cycle stored over the past two years and showed the days she was at risk of getting pregnant in red, with percentiles on certain days as likely ovulation days. "OK, based on my tracker, the Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, 4 weeks out are the most fertile days." Her app actually showed her that the days had a 7%, 62%, and 29% chance to be the day of ovulation, respectively. The app always allowed some chance that her cycle was off, but she was pretty regular.

"So, which day works best for you?"

"Thursday?" Sally asked rather than answering. She wanted to drag this out a bit. Also, who knew, maybe Phil would step up this time.

"That works. I generally prefer the middle day, but this works. And if you go through with it, and don't get fertilized, you could try again."