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i made my b*****r A CUCKOLD

... humiliating. I meekly smiled, what else could I do. I was hoping that the little inadvertent quips, quotes and phrases that didn't help my mental posture would be few and far between, but when I presumed that no more barbs were forthcoming to ridicule my manhood, or lack of thereof, more would always seem to come out. &#034Ah. Here's a preliminary sonogram test. Well I'll be damned, you've got twins in the oven Betty!&#034 The doctor said in a very unprofessional tone. &#034That b*****r of your really knocked you up right!&#034 He roared. After spending some more time telling us about what Betty could and could not do as she got bigger, he dumped a bit more humiliation my way. &#034Speaking of bigger, your b*****r must be much larger than you Francis.&#034 &#034He is, much larger, why do you ask?&#034 My wife inter- jected. Did she know she was again trampling over my manhood again? &#034I could tell by how much you've been stretched. I bet you had fun getting pregnant,&#034 the Doctor said chuckl- ing as he showed us out of his office. My wife just smiled and winked at him. My face was red, I was flush with shame. &#034Now Fran honey, he didn't mean any harm,&#034 my wife said as we walked back to the car. She was calling me Fran just like my b*****r. I corrected her. She apologized. I felt better. As we drove home, I let her know I was glad this phase was over and that Nick could go back where he came from. There was a long silence from her. Then she spoke. &#034Dear, I ...

... want Nick to stay around, after all, he's a part of this too, even though you'll be the legal father of our c***dren.&#034 We had a long, almost heated discussion all the way home about my b*****r. Not only did she want him to stay, she wanted him to stay right where he's been for the last three weeks since I found out about the f****y's little plan, in the guest bedroom next to ours. She finally said that we would pick up the discussion later and quickly ran into the house and right into his arms. She told him the news and they both reacted as if they were the happy couple instead of Betty and I. They French kissed each other. I could tell it was a very wet juicy one. It dawned on me then and there that they were in love. The though sent a deep chill down my spine, and I silently went into my study and did some serious think- ing about my options and how to reclaim my wife's love. I knew my bargaining power was not only minimal, but 'very' minimal. --- During the last three weeks, the relationship between Nick and I was cordial but distant. He occasionally referred to something in the past, and when I let him know I perceived it as unpleasant, he'd chuckle and gloss over it. However, it was clear he was in the driver's seat, because my wife slept with him over 90 percent of the time since he moved in with us. Many times she woke me up in the middle of the night and had me exchange places with him so he could be with her in the larger bed in the master bedroom. This was so ...