So, as a cuckold I had to accept the inevitable, that my wife Julie was having her loverâs baby, & conceived on our marital bed, the biological father being this blond German Dieter.
I watched in awe as the pregnancy cycle unfolded; why, at times even forgetting that her âgetting to swellâ belly had nowt to do with me; until when I would offer advise as to how something ought to be done, & my wife would cut me down saying, âNothing to do with youâ-itâs not your baby!â The humiliation, & yet a thrill that I suspect many a cuck feels at such a rejection.
Indeed at times a case of âOut of sight, out of mindâ, with Dieter a few hundred miles away in Munich. But when my wife suggested I actually THANK Dieter for impregnating her, I drew the line there; I mean, WHICH cuck would stoop THAT low? Accept it, acknowledge it, OK, but to actually express gratitude? NO way!
That is until the following April, when she was 7 months gone, & weâd been invited to visit her lover in the Bavarian capital. Due to her condition, we travelled by train. Dieterâs truly luxurious apartment was but a short walk from his favourite location, the Englischer Gardens, where he was a regular at the nudist corner.
Naturally, now as committed naturists, we (weather permitting) were looking forward to stripping off. OK, not as warm as London in September, but warm nevertheless, so off we went.
Dieter worked a lot from home, attending meetings & his office work in the mornings, returning home by 2.00 pm, the warmest part of the day in order to pursue his favourite pastime; we too did touristy things in the morning (gently, on account of my wifeâs pregnancy), but by 2.00, home again to accompany her stud friend to the park.
And thatâs when my humiliation took another turn; naturally, he knew many there, & being a gregarious guy, would chat to them. And naturally, with my wife heavily pregnant, & looking radiant with it, the 3 of us together were pretty noticeable.
To add insult to injury,, HOW did Dieter introduce us? Well, naturally he spoke German to his friends who could not speak English, & in English to his English speaking friendsâ- but he said exactly the same thing, âPlease meet my friends Mr Dave & Mrs Julie Jackson (surname changed), but Julie is having MY baby!â.
The shame, the humiliation, but SUCH a bitter sweet thrill to witness my degradation. And more often than not, the German women would look at me with a pitying look which said, âWhat a pathetic human being!â.
But to add insult to injury, very often, on hearing that the baby was Dieterâs, women would often tell Dieter in German, âIn which case the baby will be really beautiful!â. Dieter told us this later. Sometimes a friend would say, âJulie is SO lucky to be impregnated by youâ, & things like, âCanât blame her, can you?â.
AND other such humiliatory comments! And yes, as a result, in the end I had NO choice but to thank Dieter for impregnating my missusâ-& Iâd thank him virtually after every such comment from admiring friends of his.
Well, the 10 days passed quickly, with us sunbathing nude on maybe 7 of those days there; warmer days were those.
Well, that was 5 years back, & now âweâ are the proud parents of a gorgeous blond boy Marc (Dieterâs middle name!); & Dieter is so so generous, lavishing many practical presents on his son, on birthdays & Christmases particularly!
A burning question I have is, âAre there cuckolds out there whoâve had to thank their wivesâ lovers for impregnating their wives, or am I unique?â
FUCK MY WIFE!
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