Camryn's BabybyJust Plain Bob©
I really didn't have anyone to blame but myself. I could have stopped it in the early stages, but I let it go on because it just didn't matter to me. I had no idea that it would go as far as it did.
Camryn and I met in college, dated for a while and then moved on to other relationships. A year later we were at the same party, got to talking and started dating again. We went steady for about a year and then broke up again. It wasn't a bitter break up, just one of those 'not ready for anything permanent' break ups. The year after graduation we met at another party and started dating again and that time it went from dating to going steady to getting engaged. One year later we were married.
We were a good fit for each other and the marriage was a happy one for the first five years. Both of us were career oriented and we had decided early on that we didn't want children. I took the precaution of having a vasectomy so we wouldn't have to mess with condoms, birth control pills, diaphragms and the like. I never told my parents about that decision though because they had their hearts set on a herd of grandchildren. My father especially, he wanted a grandson to carry on the family name. I didn't worry about that because I had two brothers who could see to it the line was carried on.
Camryn and I worked hard on making it in our respective fields and both of us made progress and began moving up. The promotions came along with raises and bonuses and like most couples in this day and age as our income increased our life style changed. Our little two bedroom was sold and we moved into a four bedroom which was in turn sold so we could move into a bigger four bedroom with a swimming pool and a tennis court. We joined a country club, bought matching BMWs, moved in a smarter set and in general enjoyed our success.
Our success did not set well with my parents. One day my father said to me, "You are doing well enough. Camryn doesn't need to be working. It is high time she get around to starting a family."
I lied to him of course, "Dad, were trying. Camryn will quit work as soon as she gets pregnant, but until then she sees no need to give up her career. We are doing every thing we can. We are watching her cycles, plotting out her most fertile times and we have even tried some fertility drugs. But until the rabbit dies she is going to keep on working."
Camryn threw a birthday party for me and my two brothers were there. The three of us found ourselves out on the patio alone at one point and Harry asked Bob and me if we were getting the same pressure from dad that he was to produce an heir. I laughed, "He's on me at least once a week. I tell him that Camryn and I are trying hard, but the truth is, we don't want kids."
"Neither do Laura and I" said Bob.
"Ain't that a bitch" said Harry, "Nancy and I want kids, but it doesn't seem to matter what we do it just isn't happening."
I shrugged and said, "You are still young bro, there's plenty of time yet."
"Tell that to mom and dad."
Then the economy went sour and for six months both Camryn and I worked even harder at our jobs. We could both see the hand writing on the wall and we knew if the economy didn't get better there would be some down sizing and some personnel cut-backs as our company's retrenched and we wanted to survive the cut. We both had the old fashioned belief that hard work would be noticed and rewarded when times got tough. NOT! Camryn's company went through a down sizing and she was let go. What really steamed her was that the company kept two women who did little else except spread their legs for management. Camryn did get a pretty nice severance package and she wasn't real worried because she knew that she could find something else and she was right. She got a ton of job offers, but all at a salary fifty- percent lower than what she had been making. Eventually she had to take one of those offers and that is about when things began to go bad.
We had lived on what we made and what the two of us had made together was what had enabled us to live such a great life style. With Camryn no longer making as much some things had to change. First to go were the matching Beemers. They were replaced by a Honda Accord and a Buick. We had to stop giving parties, which meant that we had to cut down on going to them since we could not reciprocate. The country club membership was not renewed when the dues became due and I started packing a small lunch in my briefcase and I cut way back on going out to lunch with the guys I worked with.
I didn't find out until way later about the day that tipped everything over. I was in my den and had been looking through the Yellow Pages trying to find some railroad ties for some landscaping I wanted to do behind the house. I found what I was looking for, called them and got some information and then went out back to make some measurements.
While I was gone Camryn came into the den looking for me and saw the open book. She glanced at it and saw not the page that said, Railroad Equipment and Railroad Ties, but the page opposite that said "Real Estate." Camryn left the room thinking I was getting a line on a realtor preparatory to putting the house up for sale and she was determined that she would never let that happen.
Camryn started putting in longer hours at work. She worked late several times each week, worked on occasional Saturdays and once she even went in on a Sunday. The one thing she didn't do was talk to me about selling the house.
Two months went by and then one day my mom called me at work. "I just had to call and congratulate you. I'm just so happy for you and Camryn and I know that your father will overjoyed when I finally get a hold of him and tell him."
"Slow down mom, you are getting ahead of me here. What are you talking about?"
"Why about Camryn getting pregnant, what else?"
What else indeed I thought. I tried reaching Camryn at her office, but the receptionist said that she wasn't back from lunch yet. Three-thirty and not back from lunch? Must be nice. Oh well, it would wait until I got home.
Camryn was standing by the wet bar building herself a drink when I got home. "Make one for me too honey and then come over here and tell me all about what you and my mother talked about that has her all excited."
Camryn took a long pull on her drink and I could tell she was not looking forward to the coming conversation. She refreshed her drink, made me one and then came over and sat down opposite me.
"If you have talked to your mother then you already know that I am pregnant."
"Do you want to shower or freshen up your make up before I alert the media?"
"Alert the media? What are you talking about?"
Well Camryn, we both know that I'm not functionally capable of making you pregnant so we need to let everyone know about the long awaited Second Coming."
"Don't be facetious. You know full well what my being pregnant means."
"Who is the lucky daddy?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know? That sounds suspiciously like there has been more than one lover in your life."
"There have been several and they weren't lovers. All they were, at least to me, were sperm donors and there were several because I didn't want to know who the father was."
"That sounds like you set out to get yourself pregnant."
"If you felt the need to have children why didn't you come to me? They can reverse vasectomies these days."
"I didn't have time."
"Camryn, will you please just tell me what the hell is going on and get it over with. Don't make me drag it out of you a little at a time."
"Your mother had Laura, Nancy and me over for lunch about three months ago. She made the announcement that she and your father had decided that there wasn't sufficient motivation for us to start producing grandchildren so they decided to stir up some competition. She said they would give whoever produced the first grandchild two hundred and fifty thousand dollars and they would make it five hundred thousand if it were a grandson.
"I don't know how Laura and Nancy took the news, but my attitude was 'who cares' until the day I came home and saw that you were looking for a realtor to sell the house. I will not lose this house. I had to give up a lot when I lost my job, but I will not lose my house!"
"I've never looked for a realtor. We aren't even close to having to sell the house."
"But I saw it. I saw that you had the Yellow Pages open to Realtors."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I went into your den looking for you and I saw the Yellow Pages on your desk. It was opened to the section on real estate."
"I don't have a clue as to what you are talking about Camryn. This house is not for sale and I've never even thought about selling it."
Her face went pale and I asked again, "Why didn't you come to me and talk it over?"
"I didn't have time. I was in a race against Laura and Nancy; I couldn't afford to take the time it would have taken to get your vasectomy reversed."
"What the hell happened to the logical mind that you used to have? Did you not take the time to think it all the way through? What did you think would happen when I found out? All you did Camryn, was guarantee that the house would be sold."
"No baby, no. I've got it all worked out. We take the two hundred fifty thousand and pay the mortgage down and then we refinance. We'll be okay."
"No Camryn, we won't be okay. This is a community property state. The house will have to be sold and the profit from the sale will be split between us in the divorce."
"Divorce? What divorce?"
"Oh come on Camryn. You can't seriously think that I'm going to stay married to you after this? You cheated on me. You fucked other men and got yourself knocked up by one of them. You are a whore Camryn and I'm not having anything to do with a whore. This marriage is over Camryn, it's toast!"
"No baby, no. I did it for us Davy; I did it for you and me. You can't leave me Davy, you just can't."
She was right, but I didn't know it at the time. And then it was more of an I wasn't allowed to leave her than I couldn't leave her. It wasn't an hour after Camryn ran crying up the stairs to the bedroom that my mom and dad showed up. My mother came rushing in the door, "Where is she? Where is my little Madonna?"
I pointed to the stairs and said, "She's in the bedroom, but th...."and before I could finish she was running up the stairs. My father watched her go and then he said, "Thank God Davy. I think you may have saved your mother's sanity. Come on, fix your old man a drink and let's toast the new baby."
"What do you mean I may have saved her sanity?"
"You know, I've been on you boys pretty hard to get a bun in the oven and I won't lie and try and pretend that I don't care about a grandson to continue the family name, but the fact of the matter is that we needed a grandchild - either sex - for your mother's well being. I don't know what it is in women, and it may not be in all women, but in a woman like your mother there is something about children, grandchildren, and maybe even great grandchildren that just can't be denied.
"She has been so upset these last few years over not having any that I've had to take her in for psychiatric help. First Harry and Nancy find out that Harry's sperm count is so low that he can never have children and then Bob and Laura just flat out told her they did not want children and never were going to have any. You were the last hope and when Camryn never got pregnant something let go in your mother. She hasn't been the same these last few months. When Camryn called today to give her the news it was like seeing your mother come back from the dead. You can't even begin to know how happy you have made her and, it goes without saying, me too. Well, here's to the newest member of the family" and he clinked my glass and downed his drink.
As I sipped mine I wondered just how in the hell I was going to get out of that pickle. I had an unfaithful whore of a wife whose bastard child was the only thing keeping my mother out of a mental hospital
Throwing Camryn out on her ear was suddenly out of the question. At least until some way could be found to end her pregnancy. Maybe induce a miscarriage or get an abortion. Camryn, not being stupid, was having none of it. She read the situation perfectly. As long as she had the baby I couldn't get rid of her without causing God only knew what problems for my mother. My dad wouldn't be a problem; he would just tell me to get rid of the worthless slut, but my mother? What would happen there? What made it worse was now that Camryn was pregnant my mother was around constantly and if she wasn't at the house she was on the telephone.
A day didn't go by that I didn't get a piece of advice on what I should be doing either to or for Camryn. While all this was going on I had pretty much severed my relationship with my wife. I moved all my stuff into one of the other bedrooms and I didn't speak to Camryn if I could help it. The exception to that of course was when any of my family were around and then I had to try and make it look as if everything was normal.
Camryn did not just lie down and accept it. She kept telling me that she loved me, that she didn't want to lose me and that she had done what she had done for us and to save us financially. But it didn't matter how much she begged me to forgive her I wouldn't. It might have been possible if she had taken a lover in a weak moment and I had found out, but that wasn't the case here. In one of the few times we talked before I shut myself off from her she admitted that all of her late nights working and the weekends she said she was working were when she met the men she fucked. She admitted to having had sex with seventeen different men on backseats and in motels in her quest to get herself knocked up.
"But I stopped as soon as I found out I was pregnant."
As if that fucking mattered.
One of the things that pregnancy caused in Camryn is that as her pregnancy progressed she became more and more horny and the hornier she got the more she tried to entice me back into our bed. She would greet me when I got home from work wearing nothing but heels and thigh high nylons. She would leave the bedroom door open and finger fuck herself or use one of her dildos on herself and hope that her sounds of arousal would draw me in. I won't say that I wasn't tempted a time or two, but that was just hormones and I was able to fight them off. Finally one day Camryn told me that if I wasn't going to take care of her she was going to go out and find some one who would.
"Good. With any luck you'll find someone who will do something totally stupid and cause you to lose the kid and then I can get on with the divorce."
"God damn you Dave; why can't you get it through your thick head that I love you and that I'm still your wife?"
"The question Camryn, is why can't you get it through yours that seventeen men and a bastard child ended it for us?"
If she did go out and get dicked I never knew about, but even if I would have I wouldn't have given a shit.
The day finally came and Camryn was delivered of a nine-pound baby boy, apparently healthy and with a full compliment of fingers and toes. Camryn named him Bradley after my father and the baby immediately captured the hearts of grandma and grandpa and was started on a life of being spoiled on the day he came home from the hospital.
My parents were constantly underfoot so I was forced into behaving like Bradley's adoring father, which I was anything but. Bradley was the constant daily reminder of Camryn's infidelity and I tried to keep some distance from him, but it was hard to do with mom and dad around all the time.
Then the day came when Camryn's doctor cleared her to begin having sex again. She came home and told me and then stood there expectantly waiting for me to say something, but all I did was turn and walk away. I went into the den and started going through some papers that I had brought home from work. Camryn followed me into the room and stood there watching me for a bit before starting to talk.
"You are my husband Dave, and I love you whether you accept that or not. I fucked up. I admit it. I fucked up and I let fear and greed lead me into doing something that I shouldn't have and I'm sorry as hell. But I can't undo it Dave. And I'm locked in. I care for your parents as much as you do and I'm stuck with this situation until either I die or your mother does. But I'm not made of stone Dave and I'm not going to become a nun. I love you and I want you in my bed with me honey, but if you are going to keep your back turned on me I will end up sharing it with some one else."
"Well you certainly know how to do it Camryn. You have had plenty of practice. There are seventeen men out there who can testify to that."
"Okay Dave, at least I tried."
It was a week before she brought the first one home with her. She left the bedroom door open so I would have to see what was going on when I passed the room to go to mine. Once again she misread me if she thought I was going to quietly put up with it. I walked into the room while the asshole was in mid-stroke and said, "I am not going to put up with any shit Camryn. Anytime you leave that door open from now on I will come in her and stomp the asshole you are with into jelly." Then I pointed at the guy with his dick in her and said, "Get off the whore and follow me over to the door and close it behind me when I leave." And then I turned and walked out of the room. Thirty seconds later the door closed and two minutes later the guy came out of the room and headed down the stairs.
Five minutes later Camryn came down to my room. "Was that necessary?"
"Yes it was. You have made the decision to co-exist with me in this house. It will only work as long as we tread lightly around each other. You left that door open to tweak my nose and you got what you deserved. I don't give a rats ass over what you do in that room, but you had best do it with the door closed."
After that first one there were a couple a week from then on. The bedroom door stayed closed, but I could still hear what was going on all over the house. I did my best to avoid Camryn and her friends, but it wasn't always possible. Sooner or later she was bound to bring some asshole home with her and sure enough one day she did.
I was coming out of my den as they were coming in the front door and he looked at me and said, "Who the fuck are you?"
He never saw it coming and I looked down at him stretched out on the floor and said, "I her husband you fucking asshole and this is my house. When you are in my house you speak to me with a civil tongue, do you understand?"
Then I stood there and glared at him until he said, "Okay, okay man, I'm sorry."
Camryn didn't get laid that night because he didn't stick around after he got up. Camryn stood there looking at me. "So, is this a sign? A thaw in our rather cold relationship? The male fighting for his mate?"
"Not hardly. Just remember that this is my house too. I won't put up with shit like that in my own home. You had best make sure that the trash you bring home with you know the rules before you bring them in the door. Rule One is don't fuck with Dave and Rule Two is memorize rule one."
A year passed and while things didn't get any better they never got any worse. But even though I didn't notice them noticing other people saw that things were not right between Camryn and me. I was at my parent's house for my dad's birthday and I'd managed to get myself half in the bag. When my dad asked me to join him in his study I should have found an excuse not to go if for no other reason than I'd been drinking too much and I know that my mouth runs away on me when I'm like that.
He cut right to the chase.