Making of a cuckold

He came out of the kitchen, and sat down beside Divya.

“Last night, I —”

“I am sorry about last night,” Divya cut him off. She felt her phone aside, and hugged Nitin, her arms curling around his chest, “I should have been stronger.”

Nitin kept his coffee down, and caressed Divya’s hair. There was a flicker of indecision, about the idea that he had.

“It’s okay,” he said, “I have an idea.”

Nitin told her his idea.

Divya was dumbstruck when she heard it. She looked at him, without blinking her eyes. Nitin was holding her hand when he was telling her the way he had thought of her getting pregnant.

“You have gone insane,” she finally said.

The tone of her voice unnerved Nitin. In all the years of being married to her, in all the fights they have been, the ugliest of them, Divya had been ballistic. Her voice was never even. But, that morning, on her couch, when Nitin told her about what he had in mind for her, Divya spoke in a cold voice.

“Divya, please. At least consider it —”

“Consider what? You want me to fuck other men, and make them cum inside me, so that I can be pregnant?!” Divya spoke at the top of her voice.

Nitin sighed. “Please calm —”

Divya abruptly got up from the couch, “Do you even understand what you are saying? I have never been with anyone other than you. And, I am your wife, for fuck’s sake!”

“You want a baby, which is yours. You want to give birth. And we have tried everything!” Nitin was agitated by then.

It had taken every bit of courage he had, every bit of reasoning he had, to propose this to Divya. After all, doing what he was suggesting, would mean finally accepting his sterility. And they raising a child who was not related to him, but to a faceless man, who will fuck his wife, and cum inside her.

Nitin got up, and walked up to her, “We both know, the problem is me. If I am okay with adopting a child, I am okay with raising a child who is —”

“A bastard?” Divya crossed her arms and looked away from him.

“He will be yours. Just as you have wanted. I love you, Divya. And I cannot see you being like this. Last night, when you were crying, it broke my heart. Do you think it was the first time I had thought about this?”

Divya looked at him, her eyes wide in astonishment. Her husband had been thinking about her with other men, not just an affair, but about her being fucked by another man, for her to carry a child in her belly that was not his.

“For how long?” she blurted.

“It doesn’t matter,” Nitin said, and rested his hands on her shoulders, “Listen, if we keep doing what we are doing, it will only push us apart. And I cannot lose you.”

“We can adopt…” Divya said, her voice feeling sad, even as she said it.

For as long as Divya had been a woman, she had thought about being a mother. At 32, almost all her friends were mothers. She would look at those cute babies, and at their mothers. She wanted someone to have a likeness of her. She wanted to see some likeness of her husband in the baby. Adopting a child, no matter, how much of love both of them will give to it, will not have those.