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Click hereClare looked at me. "If I got knocked up by Wes, would that be an issue? For you or your family?"
I hummed in thought. "My mum wouldn't care, as long as she could be a nanna. My dad wouldn't understand but he'd accept it. My grandparents would disown me. She still calls the convenience store down the end of their road a 'paki shop' despite being told so many times not to."
"And you?" Victoria asked. "Could you raise another man's baby?"
"Of course. I love Clare. Anything Clare does is OK with me." My partner gulped as I spoke and put her hand in mine. "If we had kids, I'd prefer it to be mine, but I'm not precious about it. And there is something really hot about your partner being knocked up by someone else. I know that being a daddy and being a father can be two different people as it's two different roles, and if we ever have kids, I will be the daddy to them, no matter who dumped their cum in Clare."
"Yeah, they are two different roles," Victoria muttered.
As the conversation lulled, I looked at the empty glasses. "Who wants another drink?" I said, as I clambered out of the hot-tub.
"Oh," Scott called. "I got something for you. To say thanks for getting me the bike, and I want you to wear it for me." He gestured at his small navy backpack and he smirked as the naked man jumped out of the jacuzzi and opened his bag with his wet hands. He tossed a white garment to me and I unfolded it.
Scott roared with laughter as I put the "I love cock" T-shirt over my head with a giant purple aubergine emoji. "It's so you!" Virginia added, and Clare rubbed the back of my arm.
"It's OK, love. I know you like a bit of cunt too! We'll get you some lacy briefs that say that to balance out the message!"
"OK, I'll give you a hand with the booze," Scott added and looked up from the cocktail bar. "There're only spirits here. I'll grab a load from the summerhouse. Is that OK?"
Martin nodded, and Scott bounded down the garden, as naked as the day he was born. I was about to speak when a loud smash from the road at the front of the mansion broke the silence.
Martin and I looked at each other, and we ran across the garden to the side of the house and out of the gate, onto the driveway.
A lorry was parked, or abandoned, at the front of the neighbouring house and I could just see a large, tattooed gentleman striding up their drive through the six-foot hedge.
"Call the Police," I called. "It's Virginia's ex," I said confidently. "Maybe."
The crash of a hammer smashing against the wooden front door made us both jump. "Where the fuck is she?" He roared. The large, brutish man left my field of vision, as Martin and I stumbled through the hedge to reach the unwelcome intruder.
- COMMENTS
The line in the story is this:
"Little slut sent me a text yesterday. She got herself pregnant."
"Oh."
"And it ain't Sean's kiddy. The guy's dick hasn't seen any pussy for six months and he just fires blanks, anyway."
"How's he taken it?"
"He's over the moon. He's always wanted kids..."
As Sean is infertile ("fires blanks") and has "always wanted kids," it was without question that his wife would need to a man other than her husband to impregnate her.
I did not appreciate the careless perspective on parenting in this chapter. This whole series is based on a very extreme lifestyle (cucking, rampant swinging, cheating, BDSM, piss play, etc) so this might just be another extreme example of this. But conceiving a child should ideally be an act of love between two loving committed partners with the intents of raising, loving and caring for that child together. It’s true that this ideal is often not met. But to have women whose extreme sexuality and variety of partners (protected and unprotected) result in an unplanned pregnancy and then to raise that child with your cucked husband is so off. Mostly from the POV of the unfortunate child - growing up in a family that is so untraditional, from an origin of pure wanton lust (not love), struggling to understand what it means, being exposed at some point to the truth of your parentage/lineage and all the sorted truths of your mother’s kinks. It’s just a terribly unfair burden to put on a person for their lifetime. Such a disrespectable idea.