Life after finding out I'm pregnant

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One Thursday morning, Melvin called with some exciting news. After every date, he would call the next day to thank me and tell me how much he appreciated my performance in bed the previous night. However, he never said he loved me outside of sex.
On the phone, he told me he'd won a free four-day, three-night trip to Las Vegas for two and asked if I wanted to go with him. If so, he'd tell Gary, who was at work. Needless to say, I was happy to go, I told him on the phone.
Melvin immediately went to my husband and got his approval.
Actually, I really didn't want my husband to agree to his lover taking me on a vacation, but that evening, Gary came home and told me he wouldn't mind if Melvin took me to Las Vegas if I wanted to. After a few days of preparation, Melvin arranged for us to leave on Tuesday. Gary volunteered to take time off work to look after the children, and my sister agreed to bring the children to her house to look after them for four days.
I will never forget my exciting trip to Las Vegas. Although I knew Melvin was a very strong and powerful man, he still surprised me so much on this trip. That afternoon, as soon as we entered the hotel room, Melvin immediately stripped me naked and had sex with me. We made love ten times, each time he ejaculated directly inside me.
After dinner, we went to the casino together, and Melvin gave me $50 to bet. We gambled for several hours, and I won $100, which I then lost on the slot machines. By 10 pm, I had lost all my money, and Melvin had lost all his too.
Back in the hotel room, we took a shower together and then made love wildly. Oh, the first night of the vacation was so wonderful. I fell asleep exhausted but happy, and even in my sleep, I was tightly gripping Melvin's penis, my body pressed against his strong frame. After about an hour, I woke up to find him gently thrusting into my vagina. Seeing that I was awake, he quickened his pace, quickly ejaculating a large amount of semen into my vagina again. Oh, it felt so good. I held his large hand, thanking him for the pleasure and passion he brought me.
The next morning, I woke up a little earlier than Melvin. Looking at him sleeping soundly, I felt incredibly happy, because for a long time, I had hoped to spend the whole night with him, and now my dream had finally come true.
Lying in bed watching my sleeping lover, I couldn't help but think of my lovely husband. I was so glad I married such a man, who so generously allowed his wife to have sex with other men. Thinking of the sacrifices Gary had made for me, I felt I loved him even more.
After Melvin woke up, we made love once, then went to have breakfast, and then went gambling. That morning I had more money, and I won even more than yesterday. Melvin played blackjack for a while and won some money as well. After lunch, we went back to our hotel room to rest for a while, made love again, and then went shopping. Melvin bought me a lot of clothes and souvenirs. Then, we planned to go to a nightclub. Melvin had been there before when he was on business trips here. I think Melvin was eager to take me there because he wanted to show off his white, sexy woman to the strange men there. To make me look prettier, Melvin picked out a very expensive evening gown for me in a store, even though I repeatedly objected to him buying it because it was too expensive.
After dinner, we took a taxi to the nightclub. Actually, I wasn't too keen on going there. When we got to the nightclub, I saw some black men with their white wives or girlfriends, but I didn't see a single white man. Inside the nightclub, I saw two black women whose white wives were pregnant. One of them looked very tired and upset, which suddenly made me think of myself. I thought all the white women who came here probably had similar experiences.
Melvin's dancing skills were terrible. He only danced with me once before giving me to other men. In fact, he was encouraging me to dance with other men. I danced with six men in total. They were skilled dancers, but incredibly rude. While dancing with me, they bluntly told me how large and powerful their genitals were, promising to give me an incredible orgasm. Their words disgusted me. Why do men always think women are all sluts?
So, I told Melvin I didn't want to stay there anymore, and we went back to the hotel together. We made love again, and it felt wonderful. Afterwards, Melvin said he was going to play poker in the lounge downstairs and left the room. About four hours later, he returned excitedly, telling me he had won $400 and was very eager to have sex with me. We did it again, and then I fell asleep in his arms.
On our last night in Las Vegas, we went to see a large plaza show. Melvin said he didn't like it, but I thought it was pretty good. It was 11 pm when we got back to the room, and Melvin wanted to have sex with me again. It was the 10th day of my menstrual cycle. I told him that I was almost at my fertile window and that we shouldn't have sex after this, since I didn't have a vaginal diaphragm with me. So, we seized this last opportunity and had sex frantically.
Afterwards, Melvin couldn't sleep and went downstairs to play cards. This time, he didn't return to the room until 5 a.m., and as soon as he came in, he wanted to have sex with me again. I was worried about getting pregnant and repeatedly refused. Finally, after he promised not to ejaculate inside me, I reluctantly had sex with him once more. Afterwards, I lay there motionless, but I couldn't fall asleep. Melvin, thinking I was asleep again, quietly inserted his penis into my body and raped me again. Although it didn't feel good, I didn't move, letting him thrust in and out of my vagina until he was about to ejaculate. Then, I suddenly moved my body, letting his penis slip out. Melvin was very disappointed, complaining that he would pull out on his own when he ejaculated, but I didn't believe him at all.
The next morning, Melvin was still asleep when I went downstairs for breakfast. While eating, I drew a lucky card and won $120. I was overjoyed and spent over an hour playing slot machines. I thought I should stay downstairs a little longer so Melvin wouldn't pester me for sex again when we got back to the room.
When I returned to the room, Melvin was already up and taking a shower. Since I was leaving Las Vegas to go home, I started packing my luggage and preparing to change into my flight clothes. But just as I was changing, Melvin came out of the shower, grabbed me, threw me onto the bed, and started having sex with me without a word. He quickly ejaculated inside me, which made me a little worried.
It was the 11th day after my period ended, right in my fertile window. I pushed him away and quickly ran to the shower to wash myself, hoping to flush out all the semen he had ejaculated inside me. It would be too much trouble if I got pregnant with a Black child.
When Melvin dropped me off at home, Gary was just returning with the kids. My husband greeted Melvin very warmly, but I knew he was furious that Melvin had taken his wife out to sleep with him for days. Thankfully, Melvin didn't stay long, allowing me to face my husband and children with some composure. After Melvin left
, Gary didn't immediately ask me for details of the vacation, which reassured me somewhat. Of course, I told him I had a wonderful time in Las Vegas and was very grateful for his generosity in allowing Melvin and me to travel together. As I spoke, I hugged and kissed him with gratitude and warmth. Then, I told Gary that we had visited casinos, shops, and nightclubs in Las Vegas, and that I had even worn the expensive evening gown Melvin had bought me for him to see.
However, my joy at being reunited with my family was quickly disrupted by my son's question. Just as I was embracing my two adorable sons and kissing their little faces, Ian suddenly asked me, "Mommy, did you get pregnant from being fucked?"
Hearing my child's innocent question, I didn't know how to answer. I wanted to say "no," but I wasn't sure if it was really "no." "No, why would you ask such a question? Did you hear something?"
I asked Ian.
"Daddy was talking to Aunt Selma, and he said he was worried you got pregnant while you were traveling,"
my son replied, wrapping his little arms around my neck. "I hope you didn't, Mommy."
Clearly, he didn't understand what my question meant; he was just repeating what he had heard. I hoped my eldest son, Ryan, hadn't heard what his father said, because he knew far more than I thought.
The next day, Melvin brought me a large bouquet of flowers and a thank-you card, along with several shopping vouchers he'd won playing poker. He said he was very grateful for the good luck I'd brought him.
Shortly after returning from Las Vegas, I encountered a worrying problem: my period was late. Previously, unless I had any health issues like illness, my periods were always regular. This irregularity worried me greatly because in Las Vegas, Melvin had ejaculated inside me on the 11th day after my period ended. Also, that night after returning home, my husband had sex with me and ejaculated inside me as well. Four days later, I had sex with my husband again, but this time I used a diaphragm. I really hoped this delayed period was for some other reason, not pregnancy.
A week passed, and my period still hadn't come. I started to suspect I was pregnant, but I didn't tell anyone. I thought, although it was unlikely, maybe the fatigue of the trip was causing my period to skip this month? However, this had never happened to me since I started menstruating at age 13, though I had heard that some women occasionally experience it. Two weeks later, my period still hadn't come, so I went to the pharmacy and bought a pregnancy test, which came back positive. Ten days later, I went to see a doctor, who told me I was indeed pregnant.
The first thing I did after returning from the doctor's was tell my husband, "I'm pregnant…you and Melvin could both be the father. What should we do? I don't want an abortion, but if you insist, I'll do what you say."
I said to Gary with great difficulty.
I knew this was a very difficult decision for Gary as well, but he agreed that I should have the baby. "No matter who the father is, I will raise him as my own. After all, the child hasn't done anything wrong…if the child is Melvin, then it's my responsibility, because I was the one who encouraged you to date Melvin in the first place, and I was the one who agreed to your trip to Las Vegas with him. Your only mistake was not using a diaphragm during sex,"
Gary told me.
Later, during a date with Melvin, after he ejaculated inside me, I told him I was pregnant and what my husband had said to me. Melvin agreed with Gary and promised to help us raise the child financially if it was indeed his. He also sincerely and earnestly hoped that we could continue to be good friends and lovers. However, I was very honest with him, telling him that I really didn't want to have a Black child, but if it was, I would treat him like any other child.
By the third month of pregnancy, my belly was quite noticeable, and it felt bigger than my previous two pregnancies. Since Melvin was much taller and more robust than my husband, I was certain that this large fetus was Melvin's. However, I didn't dare tell Gary my thoughts and was worried about whether my two sons could accept a Black brother or sister. But no matter what, I couldn't abandon my current family to live with Melvin because of this pregnancy. Thus, my constant overthinking kept me awake at night.
When I was four months pregnant, Melvin called me one evening, asking for a favor.
He said his sister was having surgery the next day, and his mother was going to the hospital to take care of her. His sister's baby, who was under two years old, was usually cared for by his mother, but now that she had to look after her daughter, there was no one to look after the baby. So, he hoped I could spare two or three days to look after the baby for his sister. Of course, he said he would pay me for childcare. I told him I would ask my husband's opinion first, and if he agreed, I would help him. Gary didn't object when he heard about it, so I agreed to Melvin's request.
The next day, Melvin brought the baby over. It was a very cute little girl named Patrice, only 18 months old. My two sons were very happy to see their little sister and loved playing with her. When I changed the girl's diaper for the first time, Ryan and Ian stared wide-eyed at her vulva. Upon noticing her difference from theirs, Ian couldn't help but giggle, while Ryan, quite maturely, teased his younger brother for being naive. That evening, while I was bathing my two sons, Patrice also insisted on climbing into the bathtub, so I undressed her and put the three children together. The three children played naked together, so innocent and carefree!
During the three days I cared for Patrice, I truly felt a change in my perspective; now my sons and I adored this petite Black child. Whenever I held this adorable little girl, I especially wished I could have a Black baby like her. From that moment on, I was no longer afraid that the child in my belly was Melvin's; instead, I very much hoped it would be a Black child.
In my fifth month of pregnancy, something happened that made me worry about having a Black child again. That day, Melvin took me to the hospital for a checkup. He had taken me twice before, but Ian had accompanied me both times, so Melvin always stayed in the car looking after Ian. Ian didn't come with us this time, so Melvin took my hand and we went into the hospital together.
In the hospital lobby, there were many pregnant white women waiting for their appointments. They all stared wide-eyed at Melvin and me, watching a heavily pregnant white woman being led by the hand of a tall, burly Black man, whispering that I must be carrying a Black child. I felt incredibly embarrassed. I suddenly thought, what if, in the future, when I appear in public holding my Black baby, people look at me with the same eyes? Would I still be able to accept that?
To avoid further embarrassment, I pulled Melvin to a corner next to the pharmacy, but unfortunately, we were spotted by two of Melvin's Black friends. They each had brought their teenagers to the hospital and came over to greet Melvin. Melvin introduced me as his girlfriend and patted my belly, telling the two Black men, "Look, my baby is inside."
Then he and the two Black men burst into laughter.
Furthermore, what worries and embarrasses me are the nude photos he took of me in Melvin's bedroom a year ago, and the nude photos my husband took of me every few weeks after I became pregnant to show the progress of my pregnancy, because Gary actually showed those photos to the people he played poker with. At first I didn't know, but someone told me later. This made me very angry, and for at least a week I wouldn't allow Gary to touch me.
After I was six months pregnant, Melvin stopped coming over to have sex with me, but he still called frequently to check on me. One day, my husband told me that Melvin had found a white woman as his girlfriend, but I didn't believe him. Later, when Melvin called me, I asked him if he had a new girlfriend, and he said yes, "Dear Dee, please understand, I need sex!"
He laughed and admitted on the phone, "After our baby is born, I'll come back to you, and we'll have sex like before!"
His words really hurt me.
It wasn't until I was nine months pregnant that I had to tell my doctor that my baby might be mixed race. She laughed and said that such things often happen, and told me not to worry too much. Then, she thanked me for telling her such a private matter, but she told me that although we already knew the baby was a girl, whether it was mixed race could only be determined after birth.
After six hours of painful labor, I finally gave birth to a healthy baby girl. Upon seeing the baby, my doctor looked at me and smiled, saying, "Now your husband can breathe a sigh of relief; this is a beautiful blonde girl."
A nurse whispered to me as she wheeled me from the delivery room to my ward, "You're so lucky; your baby doesn't show any signs of being Black."
Clearly, my doctor had already revealed my secret to everyone in the hospital.

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