"We can stop at Starbucks on the way, if you want?" Sure, that'd be great," I needed something cold.We pulled out of the airport parking lot and he as...ed me "How was the flight?" I told him it was great but I felt stiff from sitting for so long. The flight was full and I was crammed into a window seat so getting up and stretching my legs wasn't easy without bothering others.We merged onto the highway taking us east to wear he and my other family lived. We were idly chatting about what was new. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough," Alexandra smirked. "In a way it's nothing new. The principle is simple and has been used in rudimentary form by women for eons. Every woman knows that she wants to get a man to do something he doesn't want to do, she takes him to bed. He may suspect his partner is only going to take advantage of him, but when she shakes her tits at him or lifts her skirt, he still lets her do it. If she's clever, she makes love to him until he can't see straight and asks her. I even made note that her and her husband parked in the same commuter lot as me. And one time while we were on the train i struck up a casual conversation with her husband while all the while staring at her like meat. Eventually one morning I slipped my business card into her purse on the train and she looked at me and shook her head in disappointment .She was not happy about that.There were times however when she would arrive on a train or 2 ahead of her husband on the evening commute and wait. Most of the men talked about how turned on they were at fucking a fertile woman, so I told some of them that I was fertile, even in the safe part of my cycles, and the tips just kept getting better and better. I was getting fucked more than ever, sometimes five times per week, and this went on for two months before the inevitable happened. I had become pregnant, and even though Ed was also fucking me on my fertile days, I still could not be sure who the father was. I thought that being pregnant.