My wife is pregnant, but the child isn't mine.

This happened last summer. My wife and I were into casual sex and I looked for a few partners, but I never participated in any threesomes. I didn't like it; I preferred the feeling of being alone with my wife in a room. My wife doesn't like using condoms. All the partners I found required a medical check-up. My wife didn't have a check-up with the ones she found, but we met in person before doing it, and it was mostly unprotected sex. I have to say, licking someone else's vagina and having sex with someone else's vagina is really exciting (provided it's your own wife). Two months later, we had seven partners in those two months—two from my wife and five from the ones she found herself. Looking back, we really went too far. I told my wife to stop taking medication and see if she could get pregnant. I wanted her to have another man's child. At first, she disagreed, but after I kept bringing it up, she finally agreed. (Friends, have you ever realized that after you've had these thoughts and told your wife, she disagrees, but the more you think about it, the more she disagrees, and the more you want to have her?) Then I started looking for men. My goal was clear: to find good-looking men in their 40s or 50s. I genuinely intended for my wife to have the baby. I was probably in a daze at the time. I wanted to find mechanics, delivery guys, and construction workers—the kind of men who could have sex with my wife and impregnate her.
I found four men (all during her fertile window).

The first was a college sophomore my wife found herself. They met twice. The first time, they stayed in a hotel all night and had sex twice. The second time, they stayed in an afternoon and also had sex twice. The

second was a welder in his fifties. My wife met him through a prostitute. It only took about two hours from arrival to departure. My wife said he ejaculated very strongly, probably because they live apart and she couldn't release her pent-up emotions.

The third was a married salesman in his thirties whom my wife found herself. They met once.

The fourth was a delivery guy in his thirties. He wasn't seduced online; we met on a dating platform. He came to my house for two consecutive days, forcing me to stay in a hotel

. Before I got pregnant, I had four pregnancies. To make sure it wasn't mine, I always ejaculated outside. When my period was due but hadn't come, I bought several pregnancy tests. The first one showed two lines. I analyzed who had the highest chance: the first was four days before ovulation and three days after; the second was the day before ovulation; the third was on the day of ovulation; and the fourth was the day after that. Then it was me, but I never ejaculated inside. I felt the first and second ones had a higher chance, but I didn't know who was
pregnant. I was actually very happy, and my wife could tell, so we didn't have an abortion. My family and friends all knew my wife was pregnant. Around three months into the pregnancy, I wanted to find out if it was a boy or a girl. It turned out to be a boy. Since we already had a son, I thought about it for several days and told my wife we didn't want it. She was a little angry but still cooperated. If we hadn't checked then, or if it had turned out to be a girl, she would be a month pregnant now. Looking back, I think we went a bit too far and it was too harmful to her body. My wife hasn't gone out since.

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