Can you imagine how it feels 2 months after your wedding to discover that you've married one of the
biggest sluts in town?
I didn't find out until she let me know that we were expecting our first c***d.
"Darling, I have a confession to make and it's going to test if you really love me as much as you say
you do." My wife said to me after dinner one night.
"gurpreet dear, you know I do love you very much. What do you have to tell me?" I asked inquisitively as
I held her hand.
"Honey. I do love you very much. You're the only boyfriend I've had that's treated me like a lady. The
only one that respected me for the real me, not my body. You really are the man of my dreams. The
husband I've wanted and needed. The man I've wanted to be the daddy of my c***dren."
Listening to wife made my head swell mentally. I pondered what was she leading up to, but I was enjoying
the ride so far. She went on.
"I didn't tell you this before we got married for fear of losing you darling. But, er, well I lied to
you. I did have sex with someone before you."
"Oh, I-I see." I said softly, not expecting that this was the path she was heading down. "What was his
name? Have I-I met him yet? You know with me being new in town and all."
"Well, actually honey it was with more than one fellow."
"Oh, er. W-Well, have I met them?"
"Well, you've met several, but not all of them." She replied looking deep in my eyes.
"S-Several. A-All of t-them?" I gasped. I leaned back on the sofa as she went on to explain how from
high school to the present, she'd been continuously hounded by boys and men to have sex and how she
found it hard to resist their advances and strong seduction techniques.
"Oh they would tell me their dicks were aching or throbbing and they needed to fuck." Was her response
to my asking about their strong seduction methods. "You know how sensitive I am to other people's needs.
I found it very easy to identify with their need to nestle their heated aching cock in my warm juicy
pussy, you know, to get all that hot creamy cum out of their cocks."
I looked at my new bride with absolute bewilderment. "The fellows were always so appreciative of me
doing that for them, or sucking their cocks for them also. Many times I did both for them. Especially if
there was a group of them and they were too impatient to wait their turn to get in my pussy. It was not
unusual to have guys standing in line for me to suck off as well as a line to get some of my pussy."
"G-Group? L-Lines?" I blurted out as I squirmed and looked even more shocked.
"Yes. You see, I like helping the guys get off. It gives me such a good feeling knowing I've done a good
deed for them by taking their hot pent up sperm down my throat or in my cunt. I really do darling. I'm
really proud of all the boys and men I've pleased since I was fifthteen. Here darling, I want you to be
the first to share this with."
She pulled out a large three ring binder that was over 3" thick.
"It's my diary. I've kept track of all the times I've had sex since from then to now. This is very
special to me, and as my husband, I want to share this special side of me with you."
I was speechless.
I followed her explanation of the codes and numbers in the diary. In the span from age 15 to 24 years, 9
years, she's been with 400 different men and had sex over 3,500 times. By her estimate, she'd performed
over a hundred gang bangs.
"Dear, I'm telling you all this, well, because, something else special has happened."
Her revelation almost made me fall off the sofa. "Y-You're preg-pregnant! B-But y-you can't be. I-I was
"Yes darling you were using condoms just like I asked you to, but the other fellows I was sexing weren't
"W-What! Y-You mean..."
"Yes darling, they had me on a meat to meat basis. I let them do it to me flesh to flesh. I wasn't ready
to let you sex me that way yet. You know, without latex on."
"Well darling, I know one of the key reason why couples drift apart and divorce is that often the
husband, starts to take his wife for granite and treats her only as a sex object. I didn't want that to
happen to us. I wanted you to still have something to look forward to. You know, like having me without
a rubber on during special occasions, so as to keep the excitement in our marriage." "Special
"You know like your birthday and our anniversary. Those type of things."
Again, I was flabbergasted and speechless as I gave gurpreet an incredulous stare.
"S-Surely y-you're joking! H-How..."
"No darling I'm not joking. This is serious business here. I love you too much to let you put the fire
out in this marriage. I've seen it happen too many times. My way, you not only have something to look
forward to, but there is the competition aspect of it all, by the way which you men thrive on."
"Yes honey, with the other guys who'll be doing me on the side."
"What! O-On the side?"
My new wife went on to tell me she fully intended to continue seeing many of her favorite lovers so that
I wouldn't lose the competitive edge in our marriage.
"Competitive edge?" I asked astounded at her terminology.
"Sure, you have the edge, because I love you and you know what makes me tick. And besides, you probably
have these guys beat anyway, since I just adore the way you eat me out. Just for your info, you're only
one of three guys who've eaten my pussy since I was fifthteen. You're the best at it too. It seems every
since the guys knew I like to put out, no one seems interested in giving me head. However, darling you
do a great job of going down on me. A girl appreciates that in her husband. That's another edge you have
I wondered if gurpreet knew just how backhanded her compliment sounded. However, by this time I was
confused to the point of getting a headache. We'd gotten off on a tangent and I knew we had to get back
to the primary point, which would demand more immediate attention other than my new bride's promiscuous
"But what about you being pregnant, surely you don't intend to..."
"Yes darling, I intend to have this baby. I want this baby for us."
"B-But gurpreet. D-Do you know what this will d-do to me?"
"No honey, what?"
"W-Why it-it'll make me look like a fool. That is, with you having another man's baby. B-By the way, who
is the father?" I asked wiping the sweat from my flushed face.
"I won't know until the baby is born. It belongs to either javeed, Edwards, ismail, Sherif, or kasem."
I almost fell off the sofa at her revelation.
We had a very in-depth spirited discussion about the whole scenario and finally I gave up when it was
apparent that my new wife was intent on having her lovers' baby and making me a cuckold.
I got a headache and stormed out of the house to take a walk and cool off. After the short walk I
decided to drive over and talk to gurpreet's f****y about this severe crisis in our rather short
"Y-You knew about this Mrs. Singh?"
"Yes balbeer, my husband and I knew about gurpreet's current activities with her male friends as well as
her being two months pregnant. Isn't it wonderful y'all will be having the patter of little feet running
around your new house? Jess and I are proud that we're soon going to be grandparents."
"But Mother Singh, s-she doesn't know who the father is. Did you know that? The only thing she's certain
about is that it's not mine."
"balbeer, I don't mean to hurt you, but we don't see that as a problem. Are you saying you don't love
our daughter enough for her to have another man's baby?"
"What? Sure I love her. B-But there are limits that a man can..."
"balbeer, love should not have such arbitrary limits. After all, do you know that one of the reasons she
continued to see her men friends is because of your shortcomings and inadequacies in the prick
Her comment caught me off guard and was like a punch below the belt punch. It took me a moment to gather
Not getting much sympathy at my in-laws, I went to my f****y and apprised them of things.
"Y-You knew too?" I blurted out in shock at my mother's revelation.
"Yes son, your father and I were aware of what gurpreet was doing. In fact, she talked to us about the
baby and we assured her that we supported her decision to go to term as well her desire to give our new
grand baby the Christian name of his real father, that is, once she figures out who he is. Of course,
the c***d will carry our last name."
"W-What! S-She didn't even tell me all that."
"I know. She called and said you stormed out of the house all huffy and puffy because of the little
matter of her scrap book and her being knocked up by one of her studs."
"L-Little matter? I-I can't believe this." I said hanging my head in my hands as I sat down.
"Son, we understand how you feel, but you have to realize that gurpreet has a special love for you. A
love that you're going to find it difficult if not impossible to find in some other woman."
"W-What do you mean Dad?"
"You love her deeply, right?"
"Y-Yes I do."
"As I said she loves you. Emotionally you two are very compatible. It's in the physical sense where
things are a bit different. This is where you two will have to make adjustments. gurpreet needs more
than you can provide her in bed, hence, it'll fall to you to make some adjustment in that department."
"W-What kind of adjustment?" I asked in puzzlement.
"It shouldn't be too difficult for part of your adjustment. She told us you were a very good pussy
eater." "S-S-She did?"
"Don't be so shocked sweetee. You should be proud that an experienced girl like gurpreet gave you such a
high rating. Considering all the men who've been in her pussy, you should feel good about her saying
Mother's words left me cold.
"Yes son, pussy sucking will be a staple of your marriage. The other part will be other men's dicks. She
needs to get more than your mouth and smaller prick can give her."
I looked at my father wild eyed, realizing he was dead serious.
We three talked for a prolonged period of time.
"No son, I couldn't live with such an arrangement. But son, you're not as much of a man as I am. You
have to realize that." My father's response to my question were a slap in the face, even if they were
"Yes balbeer, you just don't have it in you to be a real man like your father. Therefore, you have to be
what you can and to hold onto your wife the best way you can. If that means getting help from real men,
then it's only logical for you to do that, especially if you love and want to stay in gurpreet's life."
Again, mother's words really hurt, even if true. I returned home.
gurpreet and I had a long talk. This time, I found her to be more confident, since she now knew that she
had the backing of both our families and I didn't.
"Yes balbeer, I still want you as my husband, but no, I still want to fuck other men. I want to because
I need what they can give me."
"I-I see." I softly replied as my new bride answered my question.
"balbeer, don't look so sad. It won't be as terrible as you're thinking it will be. There are only four
guys who I'll be fucking regularly, and maybe a friend or two of theirs. It's not like I'll be a slut to
an army of men."
I was stunned at what she said, but I did love her.
She was telling me she would be a slut for at least four men and a few of their friends, but not a slut
to an army of men. I guess that should be of some consolation to me.
To make a long story short, gurpreet and I remain married. I reluctantly became a cuckold husband.
Overall, it continues to be a loving and happy marriage, as long I remember I'm not the real man in the
house. Over the years and 3 more k**s later, it became easier for me to accept my status as a figurehead
husband to my beautiful wife, as well as the legal daddy to our c***dren, all of whom she had by her
other men, her `real men'.