I have coincidentally been fantasizing more and more this week about cuckolding and pregnancy. I've driven myself crazy with questions and variations.
Would I rather her get pregnant and not know who it was because she had several partners during that time ("It could have been any one of five men, sweetheart")? Or would I rather it be her one consistent lover?
Would I rather it have been her idea (a biological imperative she felt)? Or something he insisted on, threatening to cut her off unless she agreed (she couldn't stand the thought of being without him).
How would our friends react? Her friends would probably congratulate her, throw showers, give gifts, the whole works. And every conversation between them with me around would sting with humiliation because they would all know that even though I'm her husband, she got pregnant by another man for no other reason than he is superior. Some of them would think my loyalty under these extreme conditions was "sweet", while others would think I was pathetic.
I know I would bear all of the financial responsibility for the baby (the bull no doubt is impregnating married white women left and right and not expected to pay a dime). Something in the idea that the married white women expect strict loyalty and compliance from their husbands while not caring at all that the bull sleeps around as much as he wants increases the excitement.
He would no doubt retain final decision-making authority over some things - like the baby's name. The added insult of the baby being named after him, his line. I have no say in those decisions at all.
I even have thought about the big day itself. The birth. There would be no way to hide the truth from the staff in the delivery room. "Yes, I'm the husband, but I'm not the *******". The looks I would get. The gossip among the nurses. I imagine my wife, minutes after the delivery, calling her bull to tell him the exciting news. Thanking him, with tears of joy in her eyes. Him probably talking to her while he's in bed with some other married white woman.
Maybe I'm thinking about this too much....