Can you imagine how it feels 2 months after your
wedding to discover that you’ve married one of the big-
gest sluts in town?
I didn’t find out until she let me know that we
were expecting our first child.
“Darling, I have a confession to make and it’s
going to test if you really love me as much as you say
you do.” My wife said to me after dinner one night.
“Cindy dear, you know I do love you very much.
What do you have to tell me?” I asked inquisitively as
I held her hand.
“Honey. I do love you very much. You’re the only
boyfriend I’ve had that’s treated me like a lady. The only
one that respected me for the real me, not my body. You
really are the man of my dreams. The husband I’ve wanted
and needed. The man I’ve wanted to be the daddy of my
Listening to wife made my head swell mentally. I
pondered what was she leading up to, but I was enjoying the
ride so far. She went on.
“I didn’t tell you this before we got married for
fear of losing you darling. But, er, well I lied to you.
I did have sex with someone before you.”
“Oh, I-I see.” I said softly, not expecting that
this was the path she was heading down. “What was his name?
Have I-I met him yet? You know with me being new in town
“Well, actually honey it was with more than one
“Oh, er. W-Well, have I met them?”
“Well, you’ve met several, but not all of them.”
She replied looking deep in my eyes.
“S-Several. A-All of t-them?” I gasped.
I leaned back on the sofa as she went on to explain
how from high school to the present, she’d been
continuously hounded by boys and men to have sex and how
she found it hard to resist their advances and strong
“Oh they would tell me their dicks were aching or
throbbing and they needed to fuck.” Was her response to my
asking about their strong seduction methods. “You know how
sensitive I am to other people’s needs. I found it very
easy to identify with their need to nestle their heated
aching cock in my warm juicy pussy, you know, to get all
that hot creamy cum out of their cocks.”
I looked at my new bride with absolute bewilderment.
“The fellows were always so appreciative of me doing
that for them, or sucking their cocks for them also. Many
times I did both for them. Especially if there was a group
of them and they were too impatient to wait their turn to
get in my pussy. It was not unusual to have guys standing
in line for me to suck off as well as a line to get some of
“G-Group? L-Lines?” I blurted out as I squirmed and
looked even more shocked.
“Yes. You see, I like helping the guys get off. It
gives me such a good feeling knowing I’ve done a good deed
for them by taking their hot pent up sperm down my throat
or in my cunt. I really do darling. I’m really proud of
all the boys and men I’ve pleased since I was fifthteen.
Here darling, I want you to be the first to share this
She pulled out a large three ring binder that was
over 3″ thick.
“It’s my diary. I’ve kept track of all the times I’ve
had sex since from then to now. This is very special to
me, and as my husband, I want to share this special side of
me with you.”
I was speechless.
I followed her explanation of the codes and numbers in
the diary. In the span from age 15 to 24 years, 9 years,
she’s been with 400 different men and had sex over 3,500
times. By her estimate, she’d performed over a hundred gang
“Dear, I’m telling you all this, well, because,
something else special has happened.”
Her revelation almost made me fall off the sofa.
“Y-You’re preg-pregnant! B-But y-you can’t be. I-I
“Yes darling you were using condoms just like I asked
you to, but the other fellows I was sexing weren’t using
“W-What! Y-You mean…”
“Yes darling, they had me on a meat to meat basis. I
let them do it to me flesh to flesh. I wasn’t ready to let
you sex me that way yet. You know, without latex on.”
“Well darling, I know one of the key reason why
couples drift apart and divorce is that often the husband,
starts to take his wife for granite and treats her only as
a sex object. I didn’t want that to happen to us. I
wanted you to still have something to look forward to. You
know, like having me without a rubber on during special
occasions, so as to keep the excitement in our marriage.”
“You know like your birthday and our anniversary.
Those type of things.”
Again, I was flabbergasted and speechless as I gave
Cindy an incredulous stare.
“S-Surely y-you’re joking! H-How…”
“No darling I’m not joking. This is serious business
here. I love you too much to let you put the fire out in
this marriage. I’ve seen it happen too many times. My
way, you not only have something to look forward to, but
there is the competition aspect of it all, by the way which
you men thrive on.”
“Yes honey, with the other guys who’ll be doing me on
“What! O-On the side?”
My new wife went on to tell me she fully intended to
continue seeing many of her favorite lovers so that I
wouldn’t lose the competitive edge in our marriage.
“Competitive edge?” I asked astounded at her
“Sure, you have the edge, because I love you and you
know what makes me tick. And besides, you probably have
these guys beat anyway, since I just adore the way you eat
me out. Just for your info, you’re only one of three guys
who’ve eaten my pussy since I was fifthteen. You’re the
best at it too. It seems every since the guys knew I like
to put out, no one seems interested in giving me head.
However, darling you do a great job of going down on me. A
girl appreciates that in her husband. That’s another edge
you have too.”
I wondered if Cindy knew just how backhanded her
compliment sounded. However, by this time I was confused
to the point of getting a headache. We’d gotten off on a
tangent and I knew we had to get back to the primary point,
which would demand more immediate attention other than my
new bride’s promiscuous past.
“But what about you being pregnant, surely you don’t
“Yes darling, I intend to have this baby. I want this
baby for us.”
“B-But Cindy. D-Do you know what this will d-do to
“No honey, what?”
“W-Why it-it’ll make me look like a fool. That is,
with you having another man’s baby. B-By the way, who is
the father?” I asked wiping the sweat from my flushed
“I won’t know until the baby is born. It belongs to
either Louis, Joe, Nash, Mike, or Vic.”
I almost fell off the sofa at her revelation.
We had a very in-depth spirited discussion about the
whole scenario and finally I gave up when it was apparent
that my new wife was intent on having her lovers’ baby and
making me a cuckold.
I got a headache and stormed out of the house to take
a walk and cool off. After the short walk I decided to
drive over and talk to Cindy’s family about this severe
crisis in our rather short marriage.
“Y-You knew about this Mrs. Adams?”
“Yes Carl, my husband and I knew about Cindy’s current
activities with her male friends as well as her being two
months pregnant. Isn’t it wonderful y’all will be having
the patter of little feet running around your new house?
Jess and I are proud that we’re soon going to be
“But Mother Adams, s-she doesn’t know who the father
is. Did you know that? The only thing she’s certain about
is that it’s not mine.”
“Carl, I don’t mean to hurt you, but we don’t see that
as a problem. Are you saying you don’t love our daughter
enough for her to have another man’s baby?”
“What? Sure I love her. B-But there are limits that
a man can…”
“Carl, love should not have such arbitrary limits.
After all, do you know that one of the reasons she
continued to see her men friends is because of your
shortcomings and inadequacies in the prick department.”
Her comment caught me off guard and was like a punch
below the belt punch. It took me a moment to gather my
Not getting much sympathy at my in-laws, I went to my
family and apprised them of things.
“Y-You knew too?” I blurted out in shock at my
“Yes son, your father and I were aware of what Cindy
was doing. In fact, she talked to us about the baby and we
assured her that we supported her decision to go to term as
well her desire to give our new grand baby the Christian
name of his real father, that is, once she figures out who
he is. Of course, the child will carry our last name.”
“W-What! S-She didn’t even tell me all that.”
“I know. She called and said you stormed out of the
house all huffy and puffy because of the little matter of
her scrap book and her being knocked up by one of her
“L-Little matter? I-I can’t believe this.” I said
hanging my head in my hands as I sat down.
“Son, we understand how you feel, but you have to
realize that Cindy has a special love for you. A love that
you’re going to find it difficult if not impossible to find
in some other woman.”
“W-What do you mean Dad?”
“You love her deeply, right?”
“Y-Yes I do.”
“As I said she loves you. Emotionally you two are
very compatible. It’s in the physical sense where things
are a bit different. This is where you two will have to
make adjustments. Cindy needs more than you can provide
her in bed, hence, it’ll fall to you to make some
adjustment in that department.”
“W-What kind of adjustment?” I asked in puzzlement.
“It shouldn’t be too difficult for part of your
adjustment. She told us you were a very good pussy eater.”
“Don’t be so shocked sweetee. You should be proud
that an experienced girl like Cindy gave you such a high
rating. Considering all the men who’ve been in her pussy,
you should feel good about her saying that.”
Mother’s words left me cold.
“Yes son, pussy sucking will be a staple of your
marriage. The other part will be other men’s dicks. She
needs to get more than your mouth and smaller prick can
I looked at my father wild eyed, realizing he was dead
We three talked for a prolonged period of time.
“No son, I couldn’t live with such an arrangement.
But son, you’re not as much of a man as I am. You have to
realize that.” My father’s response to my question were a
slap in the face, even if they were true.
“Yes Carl, you just don’t have it in you to be a real
man like your father. Therefore, you have to be what you
can and to hold onto your wife the best way you can. If
that means getting help from real men, then it’s only
logical for you to do that, especially if you love and want
to stay in Cindy’s life.”
Again, mother’s words really hurt, even if true.
I returned home.
Cindy and I had a long talk. This time, I found her
to be more confident, since she now knew that she had the
backing of both our families and I didn’t.
“Yes Carl, I still want you as my husband, but no, I
still want to fuck other men. I want to because I need
what they can give me.”
“I-I see.” I softly replied as my new bride answered
“Carl, don’t look so sad. It won’t be as terrible as
you’re thinking it will be. There are only four guys who
I’ll be fucking regularly, and maybe a friend or two of
theirs. It’s not like I’ll be a slut to an army of men.”
I was stunned at what she said, but I did love her.
She was telling me she would be a slut for at least
four men and a few of their friends, but not a slut to an
army of men. I guess that should be of some consolation to
To make a long story short, Cindy and I remain
married. I reluctantly became a cuckold husband. Overall,
it continues to be a loving and happy marriage, as long I
remember I’m not the real man in the house. Over the years
and 3 more kids later, it became easier for me to accept my
status as a figurehead husband to my beautiful wife, as
well as the legal daddy to our children, all of whom she
had by her other men, her `real men’.