Re: Wife is having Lover’s Child

Throughout that night Onye and Carol made love noisily and greedily and but eventually I got to sleep by about 4 am. Our wonderful little Abi did not cry or disturb me at all and I slept like a log until I felt Carol’s hand shaking me awake. It was 10 am.

“Where is she?” I asked still more asleep than awake.

“Don’t worry ‘D’ (she calls me by the initial of my first name). I’ve fed her and changed her; and now Onye has her. She’s been as good as gold.”

I admit to feeling a twinge of jealousy at the thought of him holding the baby, which must have shown on my face because Carol looked at me; or through me would be a better way to describe it.
“What’s the matter; you’re not jealous are you?”

“Christ,” I thought. “She can read my bloody mind now!”

“No of course not,” I lied, “it’s just that there is yet something else I have to get used to now. He has every right to hold her. I’m just being a bit silly.”

Her response was immediate and forceful. “Talk to me ‘D’. What’s the matter? Please don’t go all outraged husband on me now. We’ve talked many times about this and the way we live our life. I couldn’t bear it if you became difficult because I rely on you and need you far more than you could imagine.”

I was about to reply that she had nothing to worry about when the sound of Onye’s dark Nigerian voice came from the other bedroom. “Abike has been sick on my shoulder. What do I do now?”
Carol went to him as I called out to her that I would bring something to clean up with.

“Why don’t you clean it up yourself?” I said under my breath as got out of bed and reached for the pack of baby wipes. Within seconds I was in the bedroom and there was Abi with a contented look on her face in Carol’s arms. Onye, on the other hand had a white sticky mess on his shoulder; I passed him a couple of wipes.

“Thanks ‘D’” he said as he accepted my offered wipes.

Carol looked up sharply from Abi and I stood by the side of the bed in shock. In all the years my wife and Onye had been lovers, he had never called me by name or initial. The room fell silent as we all looked at each other.

“What’s the matter with you two?” he asked as he wiped the baby sick from his dark shoulder, “Even I know the name of my Woman’s Husband. Besides, you’ve been looking after my lady and our little girl while I was away. For that I am grateful. So I think it only right that I shall call you ‘D’ from now on. If that’s alright with you?”

“Of course” I stuttered, and then got out of the room as quickly as I could without appearing rude or upset.

But it wasn’t alright and I was upset because I felt that a line had been crossed. I had always felt comfortable with my role in this three cornered relationship as that of Submissive Cuckold Husband who is subservient to the wife he adores and being of totally ignored and by her big handsome beast of a black lover. Now Onye appeared to want to build some kind of bridge with me and I admit that I did not like that at all.

Some things should just not be under certain circumstances. Some Cuckolds can happily wave their wives off into the night wishing her a good time with her boyfriend; you know the type – “Just bring her back in the morning old boy in time for breakfast.” But I am not like that; my Cuckoldry comes from a deep seated love for my wife and the profound knowledge that I am sexually inferior to most other men, and that is why Carol has had lovers in the past and now has settled into a long term relationship with Onye. I am just not cut out for being my Wife’s Lover’s best friend; it just isn’t right.

“He likes you, you know! He doesn’t understand you, but he does like you.”

Carol was in the Bathroom helping me to apply the finishing touches my weekly shave around my penis. I do this because the pretty gold restraint I wear does not look very nice when my hairs grow and they can start to itch too.

“I guess he must do,” I replied, “because if he didn’t he would not have allowed me to be that close to you over the last few years. But I have to say that it is just not in me to be chummy with the man to uses my wife for his pleasure and then knocks her up.”

“Don’t say that!” came her very sharp reply, “We love each other very much and we both waited to start a family when we were certain that it would not hurt and destroy you. You may not realise this, but it was Onye who said that we should wait until we knew that you were emotionally strong enough to take the humiliation. I wanted to start three years ago! Onye has watched and assessed you without you knowing, and it was only this time last year that he thought you would be O.K.”

Although she was a little annoyed, Carol took the razor from me and continued to shave my groin in the way that she has done many times in the last five or so years. Gently and thoroughly without touching my little penis she calmed me down and we settled into one of those wonderful silences that we have; just happy to be in each other’s company.

“Where’s your little Budgie Cage?” she asked eventually looking round for my restraint and the tiny gold padlock. Picking it up, she looked at it and then looked up at me with an enquiring look on her face. “Do you like wearing this?”

“Yes! Yes I do!” was my unhesitating answer.

“If you wanted to stop wearing it I wouldn’t mind. It’s not as if you wear it all the time, you have that little chain that you wear for work after all.”

“I don’t wear the Cage to work because it’s inconvenient and could be embarrassing if something happened. That’s why I wear the chain because it is discrete but it still reminds me of what I am.” She looked at me inquisitively as I continued speaking. “I wear the restraint at home because it defines what I am and what my status is in this house.”

“And what is that exactly ‘D’?” Her voice was low but I knew there was something behind it.

“I am your servant, or slave if you like. At least I thought I was until just a few days ago.” There I had said it. I was unsettled by the changes in our lives and the new approach to me by Onye.

“I knew there was something wrong with you!” she exclaimed loudly, her voice echoing in our big Bathroom.

She placed her gentle hands on either side of my face. “We need to have this out. Right now!” And we did long into the afternoon and evening.

I am still coming to terms with the talk Carol and I had, and I shall finish this post now so I can gather my thoughts for the next.