This is part 3 of a series and it is highly recommended that you read the first two parts in order to understand the characters. As usual all comments are welcomed and encouraged.
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In the ensuing months, Amy and I still went to the rugby club once a fortnight for the home game. We were acutely aware of how embarrassed we both were, when Amy bared her breasts to the gathered boys, an act she almost ritually performed.
If you remember where all this started, that merely showing upskirt was such an embarrassment to Amy, then you will know that revealing her breasts in her fully opened blouse, to six boys (boys who were blissfully unaware that they had all fucked her and in fact one of them was actually the baby's father) was an action guaranteed to stir a deep emotion in us both. When Amy allowed each boy to take in her darkened and erect nipples the intimacy, partial nudity and her obvious arousal was incredibly humiliating and therefore thrilling. This excitement sent a sick feeling down from her stomach like an electric shock into her groin.
For new readers, this is where our fetish began. I am not a cuckold, I do not get sexually aroused by watching my wife with other men. We are both incredibly shy and private people, who find that any embarrassment and humiliation that we may suffer, is actually an incredible turn-on for us. By letting all those boys see her breasts in this manner, we felt ashamed. Although to other people this would be nothing, to us, we felt that it made us pathetic figures of ridicule, which was therefore incredibly arousing for us.
We had talked about Amy getting pregnant again, because we had found that an unknown boy being our Child's father, to be every bit as humiliating and crushing as we expected.
Earlier we told you that we had considered letting a loud mouth braggart to be the father of Amy's next baby but although we would have found his boasting around town to be perfect humiliation, we thought that this would affect the child in later years, so it would be best for a more low key humiliation. We settled on the wimp two doors down across the street from us. His name was Colin Pearce and he was locally known as Creepy Colin. He was a loser, a loner, a skinny runt of a man. Colin was a pathetic figure, clean and respectable granted but otherwise a figure of ridicule, a man nondescript in every way.
Amy takes up the story.
The problem was not with our choosing who to impregnate me but how to make it happen. I could get laid, that would be easy but for this to work and give both of us what we craved, namely the shame and humiliation of being pregnant to this loser, it would require some creative thinking. The conditions, the situation and the result, surrounding the conception, the subsequent pregnancy and life afterwards, would have to be played out in a certain manner to create the situation that our 'sickness' craved.
Any situation regarding me being made pregnant by another man, had to be consensual between myself and Paul. We had loosely decided on Colin but we had not had chance to discuss the details. Consent on those plans, which would be vital to our mutual satisfaction, was paramount. However fate and a certain sequence of events conspired to make it even more humiliating for Paul.
One morning I was in the local supermarket car park and I was trying to manoeuvre past an expensive looking sports car. My baby was at my mother's house, which was the first time she had been away from me. The stress of missing her and thinking about my baby made me inattentive to the situation.
I hit the car, not just a little bump but a huge gouge out of a side panel.
Fearing what it would cost us, I acted out of character - I fled. There was no one around to witness the incident, so I drove away quickly and just as I was leaving the car park, there stood Colin, pushing a trolley. He looked at me and then across to the sports car, then back to me. He flicked his head as if to say,
"Go, Go"
Sometime after returning home, I was stood looking out of my window when I saw Colin drive down the street and into his driveway. I was still considering going to his house to try and explain when I saw him look across. He seemed to look at me a couple of times and then away again as if he was deciding what to do.
Then I saw him coming over.
I met Colin at my door.
"Oh, er, hi Colin, er, what can I do for you?" I stammered.
"Hi Mrs Barnes, he said, I just came over to see that you were ok after your little accident," he replied.
I had no choice but to invite Creepy Colin over the threshold of my home.
"Er, er, come in," I said.
I saw no point in being in denial, so I immediately began to excuse myself from earlier.
"Oh I don't know what came over me, I just panicked with it being such an expensive car, I acted totally out of character," I pleaded.
"Don't worry yourself Mrs Barnes, I haven't come to cause trouble or to distress you in any way, he assured me. To own a car like that you have to be very rich, so whoever's it was can afford it. So don't you worry yourself on account of what I might say."
There was no blackmail threat, but just the merest hint that he was doing me a favour here.
"People wouldn't understand if they found out that you had run away but don't worry I won't tell anyone."
At first this set my mind at rest, however, the crazy thoughts going through my head were causing me alarm. Paul and I had always agreed on any specific action we might make but the more Colin stood there, puny, pathetic, ugly and looking such a wimp, the more I realised that I wanted him to have me. I wanted the shame of giving myself to such a man and my desire for the disgrace of being impregnated by him took over.
Creepy Colin made to leave and my instinct took over.
"Would you like a coffee Cree.. Er Colin?" I asked.
While the coffee brewed, I made my excuses and went upstairs. My mind working on instinct, hurried me into my bedroom and at lightening speed I changed my underwear and wiped all the makeup from my face.
At this point it is probably best that I explain to you where my mind was racing to.
If Paul and I wanted me to get pregnant again, then the circumstances would have to fit in with our fetishes and perversions. So therefore, if Creepy Colin was to be the father, it had to be done in a certain way. For our humiliation, embarrassment and shame to be complete, it would not be enough to let the sad pathetic excuse for a man downstairs to fuck me and knock me up.
I instantly realised that the humiliation had to be on-going, it would not be enough to be shamed for a short period of time. Our humiliation had to be present through the conception, the pregnancy and after I had given birth to this man's child. It had to last as long as we knew Colin, for years to come if necessary.
