A bachata pregnancy

Some time back me and my wife found we could not have children. We went thru doctors and they declared my wife not fertile. We considered adoption for a time but then we gave up on it as we have friends who did, and now they feel sorry (their daughter son has mental issues because her biological parents were alcoholics). So we forgot about having children. I am 31 now and my wife is 27.

Last New Year I had a foot injury and we decided, to my wife's huge disappointment, to not go to our factory party (I work in a big shed with a dozen other people where we load and offload cargo). We were on the sofa watching TV and we drank a bottle of Italian bubbles, and we were headed for our bed when the door bell rang.

I went to the door and there were some of our friends from the shed there in a very celebrative mood. They just came round to wish us happy new year. I let them in and offered them coffee and snacks. They were all tipsy but not drunk. Just in a very festive mood. They insisted on swirling with my wife and started playing all the silly Christmas songs on their mobiles. I did not see any way to kick them out of our house like that without offending them. I know my wife loves to dance and she was upset that we could not party that night like the whole world did. So I just nodded and then one of them danced with her and the other two idiots danced with themselves. I collapsed into our sofa.

It was a bit funny and a bit stupid to see them dance to squeaky mobiles and so I played for them some music from our stereo. The first dance ended and my wife started dancing with the second guy. As they swayed to the music I noted the guy's hand on my wife's back was not quite where it should be when you dance with a person who is not your lover. I watched this and waited for my wife to react. But when she turned and faced me I could see she had a ** of a good time. The third guy is a good dancer too. They all dance at a dance club where my wife dances twice a week. So when his turn came he demanded a tune that was one of the salsa type. Then they swirled and twerked and you name it and the other two sat on the sofa next to me and clapped and laughed. I clapped my hands too hoping that it was the last dance that night. But when they finished they started all over again and converted our living room into a disco hall. They turned down the lights and danced the three of them with my wife in the middle.

With my sore foot, I could not join them. And to kick them out it would now take my wife to call the party over. But she just did not. She laughed and smiled at me and she was the dancing queen. She went to our room and changed to a dancing dress and high heels. I was just watching it all sitting on the sofa resigned to my fate and drinking (another) beer. The clock ticked on, and I dozed off.

When I woke up, I knew some time must have passed. I thought I heard a sound, but it was quiet in the room, and so I assumed the sound was just some remnants of my dream. The light was dimmed even more now and when my eyes got used to it, I saw that two of the guys were still there and the third one was gone. The music now was very quiet and the two and my wife swayed with their bodies close to each other and in sync. Kind of like in a slow motion movie. But as I kept on watching them I suddenly understood what they were doing there was not social dancing at all.

I could not believe what I saw: my wife was actually having a rub with my friends, one in front of her and the other behind her. Her dancing skirt was up on her hip and my two friends were out there enjoying my wife. How deeply they enjoyed her, I did not see. But I did see the one behind her was holding her by her ** and the one in front of her was holding her by her buttocks. My wife's face was turned away from me.

Now if you know what bachata is, this is what I assumed they performed. I never dance this ** with my wife but I did see her dance it with her instructor. A disgusting dance. But hey who am I to judge dancers.

They swayed like this for a long time as I watched. And when the tune ended I closed my eyes pretending that I was still asleep. They let my wife dress fall down and they left our house without "waking Tommy" up. That's my name, if you guess.

My wife left me to doze on the sofa. She took a shower and after the shower she collected me from the sofa and hauled me to our bed. In the bed I reached out for her but she did not want to make love. Still, I turned her on her belly and had a good look and she was quite sore and swollen down there. So I knew there were at least fingers inside her that night and god only knows what else. But I did not say anything. I did not want any emotional mess on a New Year's day. I went to sleep. She did to pick the subject up next morning either.

And now it is February and my wife came all smiles to me announcing she is pregnant. I think the look on my face told her everything. I asked her who the father is and she is not sure. They apparently all may have come inside her - also the one who left our house first. But she is not sure who did and who did not.

I got very angry and asked her to tell me what happened there when I dozed off. She told me that they all 'danced' with her and as they did they took turns on her. Later one of them left and my wife thinks this was the one who came inside her first. Seeing me still asleep, the other two tried to enter both of her holes. First without success, but with some trying they went 'all the way'. That was when my wife ouched and her ouch woke me up. My wife saw me waking up and she turned her head away expecting an immediate brawl. She was 'surprised' I did not stop them, and she let them finish what they started. 'Because she is not fertile anyway'. And so they did. One in each hole.

So they all were inside her, but she does not know who of them finished where.

It may as well be mine. But now it will take a DNA test to tell.

Why would my wife do a thing like that to me is beyond my understanding. I will pay those ** DNA tests - but if the kid is not mine I am divorcing her tomorrow. And if the kid is mine I will just get separated, but I will take care of my child.

A ** ** of luck in 2025. But not to everybody.

If you see your gf or wife take a bachata course - RUN !