We are going to have a baby.
By loveofmyLife75.
We have now been married for almost two great years. My wife's name is Janet and my name is Peter. I had first met her some eighteen months before we tied the knot. My wife had more than two lovers before we met. She was a good deal better than I was, at having sex. When we first met, I fell in love with her.
After three short months. "Will you marry me," I said. With a great surprise to me. "Yes," Janet said with a kiss.
After a short time, I met her parents. Both were over the moon. In a few minutes, I hit it off her father. We both shared the same interests. Her parents were so pleased and set the date in twelve months. Soon after that, she met my parents. Both were over the moon.
God, she was much better in bed than I was.
I went out with my friend once a week. Janet did the same with her friends. Then one night I told them. "I am getting married to Janet next year," I said. Two of my friends were taken back. I met up with my friends as it was getting closer to the wedding day. Both kept on saying the same thing.
"Don't marry her."... "She will drop her knickers for anyone," they said. I brushed it off. All I was thinking of was that they wanted my girl. They kept on, saying it right up to the stag night.
"Don't marry her."... "She will drop her knickers for anyone," they said. The wedding day came at last; we were married. And then we moved into a rented house.
After we were married, we still had our separate nights out with friends. Most of her friends were now married and two were pregnant. They became home mums not able to go out once a week because money was tight. Yet, one of them was still footloose. They were the only two that went out on girl's nights out. I went out the same night to meet the only one of my friends not married.
Then after twelve months. She had seen her friend's babies. She now started to talk about us having one or two kids. She came off the pill we were trying for a baby.
After six months had passed there was no sign Janet was getting pregnant.
It seemed that one of us had a problem. I did not speak to her about it. I went to the doctor to find out if I was at fault. I had my sperm tested. It was awkward, to say the least. And then the results came back. God, I was upset. I then found out that I was sterile. I was shocked and so I went to three more hospitals. All said the same.
I asked to see the head of the department. I had two or three questions? The first one, what has caused me to be sterile? The second one was how can I improve my sperm count? The third question is why I am unable to produce a child.
He explained why I was sterile. It was due to the following. When I was born, I was going to have a problem creating sperm. I had mumps when I was very young. The last one was an accident I had four years ago. That did not help my sperm count. It was because of all three that was why I was sterile.
All the tests had lasted over four long months. I had to live with the problem. What I was going to tell Janet. No not to for some time. Whilst the test was going on, having good sex three or four times a night. We were trying for a baby. Hoping they were all wrong. At night, I sat there looking at her. I knew she wanted children as much as I did.
When Janet was not at home, she would be at her mother's or on girl's nights out. I stopped going out on boy's night for the last few months. At last, no more meetings at the hospital. It was not helpful at all. I tried to work out how to tell her that I could not give her any kids.
Then a light came on inside my head. She was not going out twice a week now it was three times a week. I had not thought about it before in the last few months.
She was now going out on Mondays, Wednesdays, and on Friday nights girl's night out. Mondays and Wednesdays she would be home for ten. But on Fridays later she was out on a girl's night out.
She was always a little later on Friday's.
And our, sex life was dropping off. I put that down to me, I was worried I was sterile. Monday night, she was going out, and she dressed as though she was going out on the town. I guessed she was going out with her friend.
I tried to watch a movie. Peered at the clock It was coming up to ten. She will be in, in a few minutes. She was late. She was happy and we went to bed. We had no sex.
Tuesday night yes, we had sex but not the type of sex we had in the months before. And I did not know why. Wednesday night, she was going out, and she dressed as though she was going out on the town. I guessed she was going out with her friend.
I tried to watch a movie. Peered at the clock It was coming up to ten. She will be in, in a few minutes. She was late. Again, we had no sex. Thursday night, I was expecting a good night of sex there was nothing. Friday night, Janet was going out dressed as she was going out on the town with her friend.
I sat there thinking. There is something wrong with our sex life. It was dropping off. Beginning to think about it long and hard. I then realized our sex life had been dropping off for months. It was not down to me.
Then, it hit me she was screwing around but who would. I was hoping it was not with anybody I knew. If it was, I would kill him. I sat there staring at the TV. I was in a world of my own. The time passed so slowly that Friday night. I sat there waiting for her to come home. She came home one and an hour late and she was in a happy mood.
"Had a good night," I said.... "We had a great time," she said.
We went upstairs then she changed her underwear. No sex. She fell asleep. I went to the washing basket and picked up her knickers. Her knickers were wet with spunk.
I was thinking of what to do. Over the two days at the weekend, we had sex once. She was not the same when we made love.
Monday night, she was going out, and she dressed as though she was going out on the town. Peered at the clock It was coming up to ten. She will be in, in a few minutes. She was late. She was happy and we went to bed. Again, we had no sex.
I went to the washing basket and picked up her knickers. Her knickers were wet with spunk.
We had no sex on Tuesday night.
Wednesday night Janet was going out, Janet was going out dressed as she was going out on the town with her friend. Peered at the clock It was coming up to ten. She will be in, in a few minutes. She was late. Again, we had no sex. She was happy and we went to bed.
I went to the washing basket and picked up her knickers. Her knickers were wet with spunk.
Her knickers soaking wet with spunk she is screwing around. We had sex that Thursday Night.
Friday night Janet was going out, and she dressed as though she was going out on the town. Peered at the clock It was coming up to ten. She came home one and an hour late and she was in a happy mood.
"Had a good night," I said.... "What a great time we both had," she said.
She was happy and we went to bed. She fell asleep. I went to the washing basket and picked up her knickers. Her knickers were wet with spunk. That was enough for me.
Monday, I hired a PD who told him what was going on. I told him she was screwing around. I gave him her car number and colour. The time she left home and a photograph of her. He was on my case that same day.
"Sir, I will give you an update for this week on Saturday," he said.
Yes, she was happy when she came home for those three nights. Our sex became less and less.
I went to the PD office on Saturday. "Sir it looks like your wife is screwing around," he said.... "Do you know his name and address," I said. There was a long pause.
"Sir, what I am going to say is something that will shock you," he said.... "It was one of my friends.".... "I knew it had to be one of them but which one," I said.
"Sir, your wife on those three nights she is seeing three men," he said. My mouth dropped wide open. I leaned his desk blurting out. "You did just say with three men."... "Sorry, you must have been watching the wrong one," I said.
He was expecting what I had just said to him. He then showed me photos of my wife. She was going inside a hotel and it showed the time and date. More of her leaving.
"Sir, we have checked with the hotel."... "Your wife has been going there for the last three months on each of those nights," he said. I sat there in silence. Just thinking about what the PD had just said to me. Then a pause.
"Sir, would you like me to continue?" he said. I looked at him. "I must know the truth, one way, or the other," I said. There was a pause.
"Since she is using the same hotel and room, what we can do is have cameras in the room."...
"We can get up to eight hours of recording showing time and date on the screen," he said.... "Yes, carry on," I said.
"I will give a full report for the next two weeks can you come to the office in two weeks?"... "Yes."
I then left the office. My mind was spinning.
She was seeing three men in the last three months. I had to get control of myself. Walking around the same words he said kept on ringing in my head. (She was seeing three men over the last three months).
I went home to the rented house. I was raging mad at her. I do not know how I held my temper. Acting as though there was nothing wrong.
Sunday night, we had sex with a feeble show of loving sex from her. For the next two weeks, she did everything the same. Rage, anger, and hate were taking me over. I did not, what is the truth?
Saturday I was in the PD office. For the full report for the last two weeks.
"Sir, I must confirm that this is your wife we have been watching,"... "I will produce a photo of her that might upset you on each of the three nights."... "Sir, here are the photos of her entering and leaving the hotel with time and date for each of the three nights."... "Sir, these three photos may upset you," he said.
Two of the photos of my wife naked on the bed. With her hand was holding a dick. The third photo is of my wife naked on the bed. Her arm was stretched out. She must be holding a dick but her arm was covering it up.
"Sir, I have something I must tell you."... "What that might be."... "I have been holding something from you," he said.
Pause.
"One of the men is black!"... "Black, are you sure!"... "Yes."... "It's the Friday night one."... "I am so sorry I know what is going on in your head," he said.
My head was spinning well out of control. After a few minutes, I asked him for the bill.
He handed me all the DVD's photos and the report he had done. I had to go and ask my father for money to pay the bill. My father gave me the money and never asked why.
I went to a bar and had a few drinks getting my head straight then I returned home. For the last few weeks, I had been troubled with what had been going on with Janet. I had not noticed she was being sick in the mornings. She was going to the doctors on Monday. When she got home that evening. She came running at me shouting out I got great news.
"And what that might be," I said.
"We are going to have a baby," screaming at me.
I smiled; as though I was happy, knowing it was not mine. Janet spent the next few hours on the phone telling everyone her news. I did not stop her from going out. I sat there working out what I must do.
Decided to keep the child if it was white. If it was a black divorce. If the child was white, I would be willing to call it my own for the love of her. Yes, both our parents were over the moon. Both our parents bought everything for their grandchild. Janet did not know she would have two children, nor did I. I was living a lie.
Janet still went out on the same nights. After two months, she stopped most probably her sex was getting awkward. I found a divorce solicitor two weeks before the baby was due to be born. I told him the whole story of what she was doing.
I gave my solicitor everything from the PD. I asked the solicitor to prepare papers for divorce just in case. I was still willing to call the white child my own.
I went to my mum and dad's house to talk to dad. He was a quiet and understanding man. I knew my father helped a few men in the past. I was at my mum and dad's house. "Dad fancy a drink in the pub."... "Off to the pub you two have not had a drink in a long time." mum said. We headed for dad's pub which was just round the corner.
"Dad, I don't want a drink,"... "I want to tell you a few things," I said. We found a bench and sat down. "Dad please let me tell you without you stopping me it's going to be hard to say this to you."
"Yes, son."... "I don't know where to start."... "Peter starts at the beginning and don't leave anything out," dad said. With a big lump in my throat. "Dad, she's been screwing around for over eleven months!"... "Dad, the baby is not mine, I am sterile!" I said.
My head fell forward into both my hand's dad held me. "Son, may I speak."... "Of course, dad."... "Son, how do you know she has been screwing around? "And how do you know you are sterile?" dad said.
"Dad, I hired an PD for three weeks to check up on her."... "I have proof and it is all with the divorce solicitor."... "Dad, that money I asked you for months ago."... "That was to pay the PD."... "Dad, I have decided and you may not like it."... "If the baby is white, I intend to bring it up as mine and for her sake, not mine, because I love her so very much."... "I do understand you," dad said.
"Dad but if it is black! YES, dad black!... I will divorce her if the papers are in place in the case."
"Peter, what makes you think the baby could be black?"... "She was screwing a black man on Friday nights."... "When you and mum are in the hospital, if it is white then ok."... "But dad, if it is black."... "I will ask you to leave taking mum with you."... "Sorry dad, I will have to leave it up to try and explain things to mum."... "Yes, "... "Let us wait, and see," dad said.
She went into labour.
I was in the hospital for twelve hours waiting for the birth. I sent for both parents. They were sitting in the waiting room. Ready to celebrate the birth of their first grandchild. I was in the room for the birth. The child was a white girl. Then a second child was to enter the world.
The hospital staff was looking at each other. They looked after the baby. It was a black boy.
The hospital staff handed the little girl to her. Then the black boy.
"That not mine where is my other child?" she said.... "This is your child,"... "Ask your husband he has been here all the time you have been giving birth," The staff member said. Janet just looked at me. She knew then our marriage was over. I was staring at her now with hate. "Janet, I know it is not the right time but I am divorcing you,"... "The divorce papers will be here tomorrow." I said.
I turned and went out of the room. I went to the waiting room to tell HER grandparents!
"Janet cannot see anyone, just now," the doctor said.... "She had a baby girl, and a baby boy," I said.
My mum jumped up and ran over to Janet's mum jumping for joy. I walked over to my father and whispered in his ear. "The girl is white the boy is black take mum home now," I said.
My mum and dad left the waiting room. I had no idea what dad was going to tell mum within the next hour or so. I had to tell Janet's parents and this was going to be hard. I looked at both with a deep breath.
"You both can go in now," I said.... "What about your parents," they said. I was looking at them. They had no idea what was waiting for them. "Please listen to me before you see her."... "Yes, what is Peter," they said.... "Please sit down, what I am about to tell you is going to shock you both."... "Sorry I am divorcing her as soon as possible."... "JANET'S CHILDREN ARE NOT MINE!"
"She has been screwing around for months on end."... "I don't know who the white girl belongs too."... "And I have no idea who is black boy belongs to."... "Peter, you just said black boy?" they said.
That's right you have a white granddaughter and a black grandson," I said. They said nothing.
"She has been screwing every Friday night."... "Janet is a slut and a whore."... "Sorry, you will have to look after her from now on."... "The next time I see Janet will be in court."... "I will bring all her clothes around to your house."... "And all the baby stuff tomorrow."... "I am leaving now to go and see your slut of a daughter she knows you are here," I said.
The following day divorce papers were served.
I dropped off all her clothes, nursery furniture, and baby stuff at her parent's. Her parents wanted to talk to me. I declined no point to it. She signed divorce papers the same day. I waited for the divorce to come through.
I went to my parent's house and my mother asked me to tell her everything.
"Peter, tell me," Mum said.... "Mum, if I tell you, it will only upset you."... "I am your mother, nothing in this world will upset me."..." Peter, will you tell me everything?" mum said.
"Mum, are you sure."... "Mum it will only sadden you big time."... "Peter, tell me now,"... "Mum, I am sterile."... "I am unable to have children."... "I was born with the problem according to four separate doctors I have been to see."... "I had mumps when I was very young."... "If you remember, I also had an accident that did not help things."
"What hurts me so much that I cannot pass on the surname Williams."... "All because of my problem."... "She started going out three nights a week."... "She said she was going to her mother's two nights a week."... "I thought she was going out with a friend."... "She told me on Friday's she was on a girl's night out."... "Mum, she lied to me."
"Mum, may I stop."... "No, tell me."... "Then all things changed."... "Then I noticed she was getting dressed for a night out on the town."... "Our sex life had gone downhill fast."... "When she came home, she changed her underwear."... "I checked her underwear; it was soaked with seamen."
"So, I hired a PD for three weeks."... "He got me with all the proof that she was screwing around."...
"I have photographs, recordings, and a full written report."... "The originals I have handed over to my divorce solicitor."... "He is the one who had the divorce papers served on her."... "I think that is all you should know for now," I said.
"Peter, I said I want you to tell me everything."... "Mum, the rest will upset you."... "Peter out with it," mum said. Dad gives mum a strong drink. I had a drink as well.
"She was screwing around with three men, I have proof, but I do not know if there were any more."... "She saw one man on Monday and a different man on Wednesday."
"Mum, do you want to know the rest."... "Peter out with the rest of it."... "Yes," mum.
"She was screwing a black man on Friday nights," I said. Mum had a big drink and was silent for a while. "In the hospital that is why you did not want me to see the black baby," mum said.... "Yes." mum.
"Mum, the divorce papers have been served on her," I said.... "Peter, what are you going to do now."... "Mum, get divorced as quickly as possible."... "Mum dad can help me out with money to pay the solicitor fees," I said.... "Yes, son," dad said.
The months went by.
It was time I looked at all the information from the PD.
Then I picked up the recording for Monday night and hit the play button.
In the hotel room. Mr Monday holds her by the waist as they get closer. Their lips met and there was a long kiss. My wife turns her back to Mr Monday. He finds the zipper on the back of her light blue low cut top dress. Then he slowly pulls down the zipper all the way down. My wife turns to face him.
She takes off her light blue low cut top dress. Pulling it off her shoulders letting it fall to the floor. She goes to the zipper on his pants. Down it goes. He unbuckles his belt then his pants button. He pulls his pants down.r"
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