6 Years Later...
Lucy and I were still happily married in the same family home in Cardiff. 9 Months from the holiday, Lucy gave birth to a beautiful baby girl which we named Penelope. She was now 26 weeks pregnant with our second child.
Lucy obviously did not accept Carl's offer of employment and continued to build her career in the school. She made it as a qualified teacher, earning a good salary. I had managed to get promoted within the accountancy firm. Life was good and we were both comfortable financially.
Of course, the unspoken elephant in the room was the true parentage of my daughter. I was tempted to have a DNA test once and for all but I couldn't bring myself to it. I was afraid of Carl being her biological father.
Lucy and I continued to have a great sex life. Looking back, the encounters with Carl, if anything, actually boosted our bedroom activities. It made me appreciate Lucy more and make love to her as much as I possibly could.
However there was still a demon inside me. The cuckold fantasy still lingered. Unbeknownst to Lucy, I had a recording of her sex session with Carl at the hotel. I would stay up some nights masterbating to the footage. It got me off everytime.
One summer's Friday afternoon I was watering the garden whilst Lucy cooked dinner. I heard a knock at the side gate that allowed entry to the garden from the front of the house.
I answered, not knowing who it could be.
"Hello Steve, you look well"
It was him. The man who had betrayed us 6 years ago, Carl Wilson.
Carl didn't look much different 6 years on. He still had his bald head and looked as physically menacing as ever.
"Carl, what the.." the big man cut me off.
"I got out a few months ago. I know you don't want to see me but I know Lucy gave birth to a daughter shortly after our little arrangement. I want a paternity test." He demanded.
"Carl, I think you best leave." I replied sternly.
"Behave yourself Steve. You're just as weak and pathetic as you were 6 years ago. I will get that Paternity test one way or the other. Lets be sensible here, i'm sure we can come to some arrangement. I know your wife will still dream about me, and about the pleasure I can give her. I can seduce her anytime I want now that I'm out." threatened Carl.
He did have a point. I've never seen Lucy receive as much sexual pleasure as she did with the big man. Our sex was great but he was something else.
"You know I'm right", he sniggered before turning around and walking off our property.
I kept news of the encounter away from my wife. I didn't want to startle her and I didn't want Carl to get his way again.
Later that night, I argued my myself mentally. Carl's visit triggered my desire for a DNA test. I had to know. During the night I managed to obtain a small piece of hair from Penelope.
The next morning, I visited a DNA clinic in the centre of Cardiff, provided my sample and my daughter's hair. I paid Β£200 to be put to the front of the queue and to get a result later that day.
After what seemed like the longest day ever, I visited the clinic to collect the paperwork containing the result but I could not bring myself to open it.
I headed home to my wife to tell her I had got the result and so we could find out together.
When I arrived home, I noticed an old Aston Martin car parked on the other side of the street. "Surely not!" I said to myself.
I let myself in, entered the living room to find Carl sat on one sofa and my wife sat on the one opposite. "Steve, I tried to call you..." said my wife before Carl interrupted. "surprise, surprise Steve," said the big man.
"Carl you have no right to be here!" I screamed in a rage.
"No, Steve you're wrong. I know that's a DNA test and I have every right to be here." he said calmly with an evil smirk.
Without warning, Carl quickly rose from the sofa and snatched the envelope out of my hand.
I was speechless and felt powerless in the presence of the man who, despite now being in his sixties, could probably cuckold me whenever he wanted.
At this point, Penelope ran into the room but was quickly ushered out by my wife. "Hello princess", Carl said sadistically.
He then ripped the envelope open and pulled out several pieces of paper, searching for the crucial information.
"Ohhh." I heard him say to himself.
"Congratulations Steve, your the daddy." Carl said with a disappointed tone before handing me the envelope and calmly leaving the house.
I couldn't believe what I had just heard. I ran to my pregnant wife and hugged her. Both of us began to cry. We had exorcised a demon that haunted us for 6 years. Penelope was my daughter.
The following week, I attended an accountancy conference in London with work leaving Lucy at home for a few nights. The week went by with Lucy updating me via Skype on her activities, attending pregnancy yoga, visiting her parents and morning coffee with other school mums. There were no reports of Carl visiting.
During the following week I returned home one night after work to find an envelope in our hallway. Lucy was out attending a surprise baby shower, organised by her friends. I wasn't expecting to see her until later that night and Penelope was being looked after by my parents.
I opened the envelope and found a USB stick but no letter or anything that explained what this was about.
After showering, changing and having something to eat. I decided to see what was on the memory stick.
I entered it into my laptop and opened the folder. It contained three video files named 'Night 1', 'Night 2' and 'Night 3'. I opened 'Night 1'.