I had no idea my wife was cheating on me until our first child was born. We were both so pleased when she first conceived. We had been desperately trying to have a child. We had undergone medical treatment for two years and, discouraged, we had been thinking about adoption. I can remember as she began to swell how I would put my ears on her tummy to listen to the sounds of the baby and feel its first kicks. So you can imagine my shock when I discovered it wasn't mine. I'm blonde, my wife is a flaming redhead and our baby was born with dark brown skin and wavy black hair.
After viewing the child, I decided not to say anything until my wife was discharged and we had some privacy. On the way home from the hospital I asked her who the father was. She got large tears in her eyes and looked so sad. She said, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. Please forgive me. Don't leave me. I love you."
I said, "Who's the father, Nancy?" She explained that it was one of her sociology professors at the college. The stress of trying to conceive, she said, had led to her seeking some escape, so she had decided to return to college and work on her degree. She said she thought she had lost all interest in sex--that the frequency and the timing of the sex act that was required for the two of us to conceive was so unnatural that it was making her depressed. I asked her about how her affair began.
"It was surprising to me," she explained, "when I began to get aroused as I watched Dr. Jones lecture. He was so brilliant and when he lectured, I noticed the outline of his cock in his pants. It totally aroused me."