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Tale of an Infertile Husband

Tale of an Infertile Husband

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We live in a small, isolated hamlet of about 30 people in the mountain range; we rarely, if ever, had tourists. My wife and I live with my parents. Everyone knows about each other's lives, so when the word spread out that I could be infertile, people started asking around.

This one day, when visiting my in-laws, I overheard a conversation between Sumitra, my mother-in-law, and my wife. It was about me, so I sneaked to a nearby window to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"But then what about kids? You are supposed to have kids before you get too old. You're already 25 years old."

"We're trying."

"It has been over two years since you have married him; what's wrong?"

"It was probably him; we went to a clinic where we did tests, which showed him having very low sperm count."

"We thought he was a great man. We shouldn't have married you to him."

"No, mom, he's a great man; we love each other a lot. Don't say that. Even he is really worried about this issue."

There was silence for a while. Sumitra got up and shut the door.

"Suchi (my wife), you know you can do it with another man, have his kids and you two (my wife and I) can raise them as our own. I'm sure your husband will understand."

My heart dropped.

"Mom, what are you even saying?"

"Don't talk to me in that tone, Suchi. I want kids; that's final. And I don't want you to adopt someone else's kid. At least have the courtesy to give them a birth."

"But mom, I can't cheat on him. He will feel hurt."

"I do not care."

My wife ran out of the room crying and ran straight towards our house.

My heart was pounding wildly, I was never so hurt in my life. A tear streaked down my cheeks. My MIL is telling my wife to cheat on me. Suchi is very obedient towards her parents, so it's only a matter of time before she does it with someone, and I will have to raise another man's kids. And there was nothing I could say to my MIL because that would count as eavesdropping on her. Would not be good for my image. That night, when we had sex, something just felt off. I had thoughts and images of my wife being fucked by another man running through my mind.

After that day, every time I was away from my wife, be it for work or for some other reason, I was wondering what Suchi must be doing. Was she with another man? Who is this guy? No, that can't be, what else could she be doing? Is she with her female friends? What is she doing with them?

Weeks passed, we continued to have (unprotected) sex every day, but it felt off. I knew what she was hiding from me. She avoided eye contact, and I noticed she picked up on me feeling something was off.

The next afternoon, she comes to me and tells me everything my MIL told her. By the time she was done, I was heartbroken and furious, but at the same time I fully understood her reasoning. Not having a kid is considered a bad omen here. But another man? Really?

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"Who is this guy your mom is talking about?" I made up the courage to ask her.

"I can't tell you that, I don't want you to do something bad (to him) and fall in trouble."

"Is he from our village?"

"Yes."

"Tell me, who's this guy?"

"NO. I cannot."

"Have you met him yet?"

"Yeah, he's up for it."

My heart sank when she said it so nonchalantly.

"So you have already had sex with him?"

"No, I couldn't cheat on you. As your wife, I needed your permission."

Wow... I thought.

"What if I say no?" I asked her.

"My parents will make us get a divorce and marry me to some other guy, my mom has made this clear."

This is not good. I was trapped.

That night, we were cuddling after having sex.

I said in a hushed tone, "Suchi, you can go ahead with that man. I understand that our marriage is at stake and we both really want to have kids."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded and gave a kiss on her forehead. We both cuddled and drifted into sleep.

The next day was atrocious with the thoughts of her and this other guy filling her. I just couldn't get myself through the day. Finally, as the sun set, I returned home and saw my wife calmly sitting on the porch and sipping chai. She looked -- normal? As if nothing had happened.

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"Hi Suchi, how was the day?" I asked, hoping she'd understand what I meant.

She got up quickly, grabbed my hand, took me inside and shut the door.

She raised her petticoat far enough that I could see her pussy. It was wet, wetter than I had ever seen. I held her face with one hand as we kissed and my hand went down, touching her wetness.

And then I realised it wasn't just her wetness.

It was cum.

I snapped back and parted from the kiss. She was showing me a creampie she got from this other guy. My eyes widened as I looked at it. I was at a loss of words.

"So that's how your day was?"

"Yeah"

We didn't talk for the rest of the day.

The bullet has been fired.

At night, after she had cleaned up, we had sex. It was damn good. One of the best we had in a long time. We had a steamy makeout session and went for round two. Unheard of in these past months.

I pounded her and imagined her other man doing the same. I was turning into a cuckold. How disgusting. Letting my wife be the village whore. Letting another man impregnate her. What a pathetic man I was.

I was feeling immensely emasculated as I came in her. I dropped on top of her panting and fell asleep.

The next day was the same, and the next, and so on. It became a daily occurrence that she had sex with a guy. Even on Sundays, she went out and returned home with her womb full of another man's seed. Seed which would grow into a human unrelated to me, but I will have to take care of them as my own. We still had sex every night as I wanted to reclaim her back as my wife.

Three weeks go by like this. My wife comes to me saying she has missed her period and might be pregnant. A few months later, it is confirmed as her belly swelled. The bullet has long reached its target. The deed has been done.

"Congratulations, Suchi, you are going to be a mom."

"And you will be the dad. Doesn't matter what happened."

"Really?"

***

This was thirty years ago, we're both in our mid-50s. My wife had four more kids, likely with the same guy. Neither the kids, who have now grown up, married and had kids of their own, nor me know who their real father is. Only Suchi does.

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