So, as a cuckold I had to accept the inevitable, that my wife Julie was having her lover’s 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 ‘getting to swell’ 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, “Nothing to do with you—-it’s not your baby!” The humiliation, & yet a thrill that I suspect many a cuck feels at such a rejection.
Indeed at times a case of ‘Out of sight, out of mind’, 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, & we’d been invited to visit her lover in the Bavarian capital. Due to her condition, we travelled by train. Dieter’s 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 wife’s pregnancy), but by 2.00, home again to accompany her stud friend to the park.
And that’s 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 friends—- but he said exactly the same thing, “Please meet my friends Mr Dave & Mrs Julie Jackson (surname changed), but Julie is having MY baby!”.
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, “What a pathetic human being!”.
But to add insult to injury, very often, on hearing that the baby was Dieter’s, women would often tell Dieter in German, “In which case the baby will be really beautiful!”. Dieter told us this later. Sometimes a friend would say, “Julie is SO lucky to be impregnated by you”, & things like, “Can’t blame her, can you?”.
AND other such humiliatory comments! And yes, as a result, in the end I had NO choice but to thank Dieter for impregnating my missus—-& I’d 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 ‘we’ are the proud parents of a gorgeous blond boy Marc (Dieter’s middle name!); & Dieter is so so generous, lavishing many practical presents on his son, on birthdays & Christmases particularly!
A burning question I have is, “Are there cuckolds out there who’ve had to thank their wives’ lovers for impregnating their wives, or am I unique?”
FUCK MY WIFE!
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