Pregnant Humiliated

This story has a wife cheating on her husband. if you do not like that or them possibly getting back together then this story is not for you.

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As I sit watching the football game on television, I can't help but look over at my wife Tammie's enlarged stomach. I have watched it grow to its now enormous size. I watch as her stomach rises and falls as the little girl inside kicks away. My wife of five years smiling with each kick, full of joy for what is growing inside her. Me, I am full of anger about it.

I have not made love to my wife in over eight and a half months. I have not touched her in almost as long. She is mooching off me and I know it.

Kicking a pregnant woman out of your home is not politicly correct. It is something I would have complained about in the past myself. But I never would have thought that this would happen in real life. I sit and pretend to watch the game. However, in reality I just stare with my peripheral vision at the naked belly of my wife.

She looks at me. "Oh, shit, that was a big one," she said as she became alert suddenly from one of the baby's kicks.

"Yeah, I saw it," I said coldly.

"You want to feel her kick me?" she asked again. She asks this several times a day. I refuse each time.

"Maybe later."

She tries to look unaffected. Yet I can see that I have hurt her when I look deep into her eyes. She doesn't know she has that tell. I look back to the television.

"OHHHHH SHITT!!" she calls out.

I look her direction. She is holding her belly and struggling. "Oh shit. I think it is time." She says breathlessly.

I glance up at her and say, "Tell me when you know it is time. You heard the doctor and the Lamaze teacher. No guessing."

She gives me a hateful look. I only see it with my peripheral vision, but I can tell.

MEXICO:

We were on a vacation in Mexico. All was right in the world. We were on our second honeymoon. I got it for our four-year anniversary.

She wanted to go into town to experience what the locals did. She spoke Spanish very well and I did too, somewhat. I understood more than I could speak, though.

We went into town against our tourist guides recommendation. We found a small cantina that looked somewhat inviting. We walked in and I immediately wanted to run out. But I couldn't because she stopped me. For some unknown reason she felt comfortable there. For the first time in our marriage I really wanted to slap some sense into her. But, of course, I didn't. Surprisingly the people in the cantina treated us like royalty as we walked in the front door. I noticed there were about seven people plus us, all of them men.

The bartender quickly asked, "Que puedo conseguirte?" 'What can I get you?'

My wife Tammie said, "Tequila con gusano por favor." 'Tequila with a worm please.' This got a lot of woops from the local men that were sitting all about.

I nudged my wife. "If you eat that worm you won't be able to walk out of here," I pleaded.

"I will be fine, Roy," she insists. I shook my head, feeling trouble start to surround us.

The bar tender handed us two glasses of tequila, both with worms in the bottom of the glass. There was no way I was going to go there. So, I tried to politely refuse my drink. Did I mention I understand more Spanish than I speak? Well, this got me a few bad looks from several of the locals and the barkeep. I paid for both the drinks, though. I told him, "Gracias," and handed him a ten-dollar bill. Then I told him to "Quedese con el cambio." 'Keep the change.' I was hoping my nice tip was enough to smooth over any repercussions of me refusing my drink.

Tammie downed both shots of Tequila. The place cheered with each. I couldn't believe it as she danced in celebration of her downing both worms without throwing up. But the night was young and there was plenty of time to puke, which I was sure she was going to do by the stomach full.

One of the men brought a Corona Beer and offered it to me. I wish I would have seen him open it. But I trusted him for some stupid reason. I took it and said, "Gracias." I offered to pay but he held his hands up and said, "No amigo, en la casa." 'No friend, on the house'.

I said "OK." I felt a little thirsty and drank a long pull on the bottle. It was cold and refreshing. I was thankful at that moment. I should have known something was up when I offered Tammie a drink of my beer and someone stopped me. "Ninguin amigo que sea para ti le conseguire algo." 'No friend that is for you, I will get her something.'

But I was a dumb ass. And I thought he was just being nice. They brought her a Corona, too. Mine wasn't good enough for her? I took another long pull on mine and suddenly I felt a little funny. Now I can drink a twelve pack of Coronas without slurring my words. But one half of one beer has me feeling funny? That made me feel like I was missing something here.

I started to get a bad, and I mean really bad feeling. I went to Tammie and told her we had to get back to the motel. She said, "Don't be such a killjoy, Roy. We just got here. Let's have some fun."

Almost on cue, someone turned on some dancing music and off she went.

I don't know exactly what they gave me, but I remember everything. I just wasn't able to do anything. It was as if I were paralyzed.

I watched my wife dance with one man after the other. She was a little drunk, but she never seemed out of control. Their hands were all over her.

I had been brought to a very comfortable chair and sat with several men around me. They kept trying to distract my attention from the dance floor and my wife.

I knew that bad things were going to happen when my wife's bra was flung across the dance floor and landed not too far from me and the other men. The place erupted with cheers, and Tammie ate it up.

I sat in horror as I watched a man put his arms around Tammie's middle from behind and he felt her breasts up. I was surprised that she let him without pushing him away or breaking his grip on her or anything. She let it happen like it was just a dance move.

I tried to get up. But I was stopped. Not just from whatever they drugged me with, but the men around me wouldn't let me up, either.

Then I watched as another man pushed the first man that was feeling my wife up out of the way and put his hands under her blouse and felt her up with no shirt in-between. Tammie raised her hands above her head. I was aghast as I watched her lead the cheer as the man fondled her breasts with his hands inside her blouse. Every person in the place could easily see the man's hands kneading my wife's breasts under her top. I have to admit, I thought it was the sexiest thing I had ever witnessed in my life. But the effect didn't last too long as her top was unbuttoned by her own fingers and removed by one of the other men.

"Mira la ereccion," a man called out next to me. 'Look at the hard-on.'

I was humiliated. I was watching my wife dancing with several men and being slowly stripped and felt up by two men so far, and I had a hard on that could be easily seen through my pants. I had no fight in me. Whatever was in the beer had pretty much zapped all my energy and ability to move.

About this time, a man slid down in front of my wife on his knees while the other man was still busy feeling her up. The man on his knees reached up her skirt and pulled down her panties.

I about had a stroke when Tammie lifted her feet one at a time to voluntarily step out of her panties, leaving nothing between the men on the dance floor and her pussy.

The panties where tossed around a bit before they where brought to me and I was told, "Mira lo mojadas que estan." 'See how wet they are.' Then he put them in my mouth. I was flabbergasted to find them soaked with pussy juice.

The next ten to twenty minutes were all about Tammie. She would be smiling ear to ear and looking at me, too, as man after man felt her up. A few of them tried to go up her skirt, too. But after a few bungled attempts to get to her pussy she finally pushed them all away. Then I became absolutely aghast when she unzipped her skirt and pushed it off, revealing her bare ass and bush.

After bending over seductively and picking the skirt up off the floor, she twirled her skirt over her head a few times before she threw it at me. She was now almost completely nude. Her stockings, shoes and wedding ring were about all that was left on her.

At that time, I had never seen one until this day, but I saw my fist ever group grope. Every man in the bar had their hands all over my wife's tits, ass, belly, hips, wherever.

They all made sure that Tammie was within my line of sight. She looked at me with lust in her face and eyes.

I was thinking that I had to stop this. But I was having a hard time working through the drugs they had given me.

Then I stopped all efforts as I watched a man withdraw his hands from my wife's tits and saw Tammie grab his hand and put them back on her breasts. She was obviously enjoying the men's hands all over her body.

She continued to do this with all the hands as they would stop feeling her up. She kept putting them back on her ass, her pussy, her stomach. It didn't matter.

Then someone brought in a massage table. I have no idea where it came from. But the second she was propped on it, one of the biggest men I had ever seen jumped between her legs. He dropped his pants and showed me his cock. He wasn't longer than me, but he was twice as thick. I knew Tammie would be loving this for some reason.

She didn't fight, squirm or even resist a bit, she opened her legs wider and grabbed him, pulling him to her. Every man in the room heard her moan as he put his cock into her. "Chico, es humedo!" The man yelled. 'Boy, is she wet!'

I watched him fuck in and out of my wife's pussy relentlessly. Each stroke causing her to moan and gasp with pleasure.

Watching the man fuck my wife, I didn't notice at first that my wife held two cocks, one in each of her hands, stroking them as she continued to be fucked.

"EEAAYYYAA!" The man screamed as I knew he emptied his balls into my wife. He fell forward and almost laid on her completely as his hips continued to spasm into her.

The men laughed and pointed at me, and they pointed to my hard cock. Though I was far above average length wise, I did suffer from width problems. I could easily reach places none of these men could in my wife. But I could never stretch her out like the first man did. For what I could see the next two had fatter cocks than me, too. So far no one could compare to the nine inches that where sticking up between my legs, though.

As the first man subsided in his orgasm, the second man wasted no time in putting his six inches into my wife.

My wife started saying, "OH, fuck me, Fuck me good. Make me cum!" over and over again. "Come on you horny Mexicans, give this white girl what she wants!"

That was the point that I started thinking. My wife has never been uncontrollably drunk before. She could easily drink me and ten other men under the table. Was she really drunk? Because she didn't act like she was right now. In fact, she acted like she did several times when we went at it hot and heavy.

I started watching her closely; she was probably as sober as anyone here. I had some sort of paralyzing roofie but her -- I don't think those worms even phased her.

She rolled over for the third man after the second filled her with another load of Mexican sperm. She hung her legs over the table and spread them wide as the third man slammed his seven inches into her depths.

She raised her body up so that the men could fondle her breasts and one of them even managed to get his six and a half inches into her mouth. "COMO UN CACIO!" The man screamed. 'Like a vacuum!'

Both men came at about the same time a moment or three later. Tammie looked at me and opened her mouth. She made a show of the Mexican's load slowly starting to drip out her mouth and over her lips. Then she did something that nearly stopped all life support in my body. She swallowed it, and opened her mouth again to show me that it was all gone.

Before her little show I had already had precum dancing on the top of my enraged hard on. As I watched her swallow the man's cum, my cock started to prematurely erupt. It wasn't a full all-out orgasm. It was like a half an orgasm. Though it felt pretty good, it was most definitely lacking.

The men around started laughing as they watched my cock spurt cum out the top. At this point it didn't matter. I was able to start moving my arms, and though my legs still didn't want to move much, I could feel that they were coming into their own, too. Whatever they had given me was wearing off.

I had made a decision. I just sat and watched Tammie as she took all seven of the men in the bar. Each man took his turn and fucked her pussy. A few fucked her mouth. And there where several that fucked her more than once.

The whole experience lasted only about an hour before my cum covered wife was let up and stretched out. She walked to me then and dropped to her knees and took my cock and put it into her mouth. I only lasted but a very few seconds before I erupted with the strongest orgasm I had ever felt in my life, shooting cum down my wife's throat.

They gave my wife some cloths that didn't fit really well, as her skirt and blouse had disappeared somehow. They worked till we could get back to the motel. We showered for a long time and after my wife puked a few times, we both fell asleep.

BIRTH:

"AAAAHHHAARRRRA!!!" Tammie screams as she feels another contraction hit. "Its time, its time it is really time..." she insists.

I rise from my seat and pull her up. I guide her to the car that I have already packed with her overnight bag, insurance papers and the other things the Lamaze teacher told us to bring.

I take her to the hospital that's not too far from our home. I walk in and because they have not been expecting her due to the fact that she seems to be a little premature, it takes a while to get her registered. I have paid no attention to the doctor after I tell them when she had conceived. I leave out the fact that it was during her Mexican gang bang.

I take her into the delivery room and reluctantly coach her through each contraction.

When the nurse announces that the baby is crowning, I will not look at it. I pretend to be concerned with and watch Tammie as she continues to fight the pain of each contraction.

Then it comes time to push. I take my time making sure she has a good focal point and I encourage her through the pain as she pushes her daughter out of her womb and into the world.

I am preparing to be humiliated beyond anything that I have ever felt in my life just as the nurse says, "Now that is the prettiest little girl I have seen in years."

I still refuse to look at the child.

Tammie holds out her arms for them to put her newborn daughter into. As soon as the cord is cut, they hand her to Tammie. Tammie brings her to her chest and says, "She looks just like her father doesn't she." Rubbing it in my face.

I have had enough... I am going to announce to anyone who would listen what a slutty little whore my wife is and the fact that she demanded to give birth to the Mexican spawn. When for some reason I look down.

All my words get caught in my throat as I look at the fair, blond-hared, blue-eyed child in my wife's arms. What stands out the most though is on her left leg. She has a strawberry birthmark that matches mine exactly. She is perfect, I think, as I feel tears starting to flow down my cheeks.

I reach for my daughter and take her from my wife. I bring her to me, hold and kiss her. She is very wet and sticky, but I don't care a bit. She is mine...She is ours!

I look at my wife and see her eyes overflowing with tears themselves. There are no words needed. No apology. Somehow, by some miracle, I had fathered our daughter. I then kiss my wife for the first time in eight and a half months. She wraps her arms around both me and our daughter.

We are a family again.

My wife should be sainted. I have treated her like shit for the last 32 weeks. But she is full of forgiveness now.

Thank you for reading

Lee.