Author's note: The following story is a work of fiction. Some scenes include nonconsensual sex or psychological abuse that may be disturbing to some readers. If you think you may be one of those readers, please select a different story.
"There's something about your wife being unknowingly pregnant with another man's baby. Something about her being secretly inseminated by someone she would consider to be her social and intellectual inferior. The irretrievable intermingling of her DNA with that from her inseminator. The swelling of her belly. The enthusiastic nursing of the man's baby." These thoughts reverberated through my brain as I watched my lovely wife Grace as she emerged from the shower.
This was the inevitable extension of my candaulism: what had started solely as the desire to secretly expose my wife to others had led to this. Not only had I given in to accelerating temptation, but I had served as the active architect of Grace's impregnation. I had strong but mixed feelings about the consequences, and I knew these intense jumbled emotions were intrinsic to the arousal they elicited. Where is the border between candaulism and cuckolding? If your wife is unaware that she was involved in causing your cuckolding are you in fact a cuckold? In the end, the journey for definition and framing of my actions, whether it's necessary to label myself, and whether it's necessary to label my kink, is less important than the action itself and the consequences.
Grace was drying off after her shower. She was naked aside from the fact that her blond/light brown hair was wrapped in a towel. Her face was set in one of her typical expressions, blue/grey eyes serious, her expression haughty as she studied herself in the mirror. Her expression telegraphed either self-criticism or arrogance. Or, more likely a mixture of both.
"It's amazing how quickly you get back in shape after being pregnant." She looked fantastic. Grace had rapidly recouped her slim athletic figure. As I sat behind her I had an unimpeded view of the aesthetically gratifying curves of her toned ass and, in the mirror, a condensation-obstructed, but nonetheless pleasing view of her face and the front of her body. "I guess you were designed for this."
"Thanks Sam." Grace's serious expression now transformed by her smile. "You know it's important to me that I stay in shape. I'm fortunate to have the right genes to excel both intellectually and athletically. And I'm so excited to have three gifted kids!"
It wasn't clear that our kids were gifted since they were just five, three, and one, but I had learned to go along with my wife's presumption about their inherent capabilities and intelligence. Who knows, maybe they would all turn out to be gifted.
One-year-old, Bradley, or "Baby Brad: as we call him, looks noticeably different from the two older children. Five-year-old Kylie and three-year-old Henry have features that mirror the combination of both old Hank and my wife. The distinctive shape and color of their eyes an identical match to those of Hank. And while they are obviously still growing and developing, it looks as though they will have my wife's slim athletic physique and straight blond/light brown hair. At the same time, Baby Brad is a cherub with curly blond locks. Well, okay, let's just be straight here. He's a very large, fat one-year-old.
Several months ago, before Grace had stopped nursing him, Baby Brad's nearly translucent white skin and nascent platinum blond hair were striking as my wife held him to her breast to quell his unusually large appetite. "You have such beautiful light skin and I love your bright blue eyes." she cooed to him lovingly. "You have the best genes." I didn't dare tell her that Bradley's skin color, hair, and eyes, and large size, were an exact match with her real father, Wilton, the student who had inseminated my wife and who she continued to disparagingly label as a "dweeb."
Much to her consternation, Wilton had signed up for another genetics class with my wife. "It's aggravating having Wilton in my human genetics class," Grace sighed, with a frown. "I was sure I wouldn't have to see him again since he barely made it through introductory genetics last year. But then he signed up for my more advanced human genetics class.
"He's so pathetic. He just stares at me through the entire class. It's unnerving."
"Well, it's not so surprising. You're a very attractive woman," I replied.
Grace had finished toweling off. With her right foot up on the vanity, she was rubbing lotion on her extended leg. I now had an unobstructed view of her well-toned legs, the split of her ass and her slightly parted vulva.
"I suppose. But...I don't know...he sits right in the front row with this smug expression on his face. He keeps looking at me as though he's seen me naked or something," she replied with a scowl.
I thought to myself, "Well he has. And a very close look, at that. And your legs were splayed wide to accommodate his white cucumber-shaped penis as you accepted his semen." I imagined it would indeed be hard for Wilton to not flashback to my naked wife as he watched her give lectures on genetics. I had also secretly maintained infrequent but regular chat communication between me, posing as my wife, and Wilton. This ensured his continued interest in my wife.
"Try not to let it bother you. He's just a typical immature twenty-something year old student," I responded reassuringly.
"Yes, I know you're right. I'm making a big deal over nothing.
"Oh Sam, I meant to tell you, I spoke with my sister, Kylie earlier this morning. She'll be getting in from Boston this evening. It will be so nice to have her here for the holidays. She says she wants to stay with us again if it's okay with you. She'd rather not to stay with mom. So I hope it's okay because I've already told her she's welcome."
"Of course it's fine. Your sister is great. I'm excited to see her."
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Over the past four years I had expended considerable energy trying to understand my wife's hidden fantasies and the maze of her subconscious. Parts of what I had discovered bothered me.
I'm skeptical about most claims of the power of subconscious suggestion. Could a semi-conscious person really be manipulated through suggestion to perform actions once they had resumed full control of their mind? Intuitively this seemed implausible. Additionally, there's solid evidence that a person can't be directed, through subconscious suggestion, to carry out actions they would find to be abhorrent.
On the other hand, research indicates that implanting an idea, which a semi-conscious subject is already open to or, better still, an idea or action they would enthusiastically embrace, is more tenable. To satisfy my candaulism I had placed my wife in a semi-conscious compliant state using the Halcion that I had procured from my mother-in-law, Anneline. This had brought out unexpected behavior in Grace and it seemed probable that the behavior was something that my wife either wanted to do or was at least willing to entertain.
While being unwittingly used, Grace had been subjected to and had accepted an expanded repertoire of sexual acts from Hank and Wilton's friend, Brad. Based on her partially obscured memory I assumed she had concluded that the two of us had mutually initiated and explored these activities making them now permissible.
In addition, during her insemination she had also been verbally denigrated by her secret lovers. Apparently, she had been open to being spoken to in this way, had come to associate this with sexual fulfillment, and now thought this was something she had wanted. She liked it when I would use disparaging terms when we were making love, even sometimes directly insisting on it.
A separate issue was whether it is possible to learn the secret desires or fantasies of a person while they are semi-conscious. I was vexed that my wife had repeatedly called out the name of her previous boyfriend, Max, while she was being unwittingly violated. Did my wife really retain desire for this guy? I realize it seems contradictory be jealous about my wife uttering the name of a previous boyfriend while I actively facilitated her illicit coupling with other men. I'm a rational man, but I wouldn't be human if I was always completely logical.
Eventually I had to admit to myself that I'd never be able to unequivocally know my wife's hidden desires and fantasies. It had been hard enough to know and accept the deep-seated and imperfect aspects of myself.
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Manipulating Wilton and arranging Grace's impregnation had been arousing and gratifying. Posing as my wife, I had set up a website under the pseudonym "Sadie." I had then baited Wilton into contacting Sadie, providing her student with information sufficient to instill confidence that Sadie was really my wife, with her website revealing her alternative life with secret fantasies. Throughout Wilton was confident that Grace didn't know his identity. Following my wife's rendezvous with Wilton I had maintained regular but infrequent correspondence with Wilton while posing as Sadie.
Text from a few days after Wilton had fucked my wife:
- Thank you! You really look like a model in real life to without your clothes on like in the picture.
-----I'm glad you liked my appearance and happy if I turned you on.
