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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Ho...)

Rachel calls you in ten minutes. “Hi Ross… so… I'm sorry I let John cum inside me. You know I can't help myself when I'm fucking someone hard.”

“Yeah… but when you and I are fucking and I cum deep inside you, it's okay because I have my balls snipped and I'm shooting blanks. John is shooting live round babe!” you say to your girlfriend, whose eyes become huge.

“Oh my God Ross, what have I done? I completely forgot about that! It's been nearly three years of not having to worry about birth control with you that I didn't even think about the possibility of getting pregnant!” Rachel responds in a panic.

“I'm sure it'll be okay babe. It was just one time. Remember how many times I had to fill you with my loads of sperm to get you pregnant?” you say to try reassuring your girlfriend the best way you know how.

Unfortunately it wasn't the difficulty of Rachel getting pregnant that made it hard for her conceive — it was your extremely low sperm count. You and Rachel don't know, but only one of your testes produce viable sperm, and only like one in a thousand are alive when they leave your one working testicle. It was only because Rachel is a super reproducer that you and Rachel were able to have babies at all…

“I guess you're right babe… thanks for making me feel better baby. I panicked because I'm supposed to be ovulating tomorrow and you know how regular I am!” Rachel says with a smile, rallying from her moment of panic.

You double down on the “very hard to get pregnant” idea you used to calm her down. “Yeah… remember it took us a full year to get pregnant with our first? And having sex multiple times per day during your ovulation weeks? I must have filled you with like fifty loads of my sperm each ovulation week and we only barely managed to get pregnant after a full year!”

This seems to make Rachel calm down even more. You keep pushing the idea.

“And we knew we wanted a second child so started right away using the same strategy of fucking and filling you with my loads during your ovulation week and that took us a full three years!” you say as matter-of-factly as possible.

“And you know how rough and tough all the men are in my family and how my brothers all have like a dozen kids each. Your body must also have a very hard time making babies… remember we talked about this?” you say, ignorantly, not knowing the kick to your balls when you were a teenager by a girl you tried to rape severely damaged your testicles.

“Hmmm… you're right Ross. I'm such a nervous Nelly… and you're such a great boyfriend!” Rachel says back to you, looking very relieved.

“Rachel, you could probably let John and the guys pump you full of their loads of sperm all the rest of the week while you're there and nothing would happen. I mean… if I can't get you pregnant, I'd doubt those guys…” you trail off.

“You really think I'm that safe with my coworkers fucking me without protection?” Rachel asks you.

Your male ego kicks in. “Oh yeah… especially cause your body has a very hard time getting pregnant, and I produce super sperm, and your coworkers are over the hill middle-aged pansies… except for your boss… but he's Asian… and even though he's got a big dick, Asian men are notoriously infertile.” (You make that shit up!)

“Oh… I didn't know Asian men have such a hard time making sperm?” Rachel questions you.

You have to protect your statement so you keep making shit up and say, “Oh yeah… when we were having trouble making babies I looked up fertility rates of men in different races and Asian men nowadays are at the bottom of the list at like 5-10% effective sperm counts. That's why Asian country populations are not growing any more.”

“Wow… really? That low?” Rachel asks smiling..

“Oh yeah… I bet there's less than one percent chance of you getting pregnant by the guys, and like tenth of one percent for your Asian boss, babe,” you say very wrongly.

Rachel is a very obedient woman, probably from the way she was brought up by her parents and the Catholic Church, so when a man says something with certainty, she believes and obeys blindly.

“Oh Ross… thanks for making me feel so much better with those facts! So what should I do for the rest of the week? Should I stop now? Or keep doing these skits?” Rachel asks.

“Oh keep going babe… do everything… and don't worry at all about anything. Just let the skits go in any direction the guys want them to go… it's all okay by me. I'm secure in us,” you say.

“Oh Ross! I love you so much! Okay! Let's keep going!”