Me becoming a hotwife – Part 6

I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. His name should be started with “Vi,” as in the religious practice, and I called my bull for that.
He suggested Vihaan, and that was it. We gave him that name. And it was put the same way on his birth certificate. It was now official. I gave birth to a Muslim man’s baby, and my womb is his now. He owned me in everything. He provided the nutrition for feeding my baby. He gave us support for the hospital fees too. He did everything in the background and took care of me. As soon as my parents were gone and the in-laws were gone too, I took my baby to his father, and he did some of his religious things, like saying something in his ears, and then he took some honey and put it in his mouth. I asked him if that was safe. He said yes.

He has a black string with a small pouch, but I was concerned that if someone said that, it would be bad, and as a Brahmin, that is not what we do, but there was an option. We can use just the string, and it is also used in Hindu religion to keep the evil energy away. So I asked him if he could do just the string and not the pouch. He said okay and took another one and removed the string, then tied it to the wrist. And then he asked me about the removing of the skin of the penis. I didn’t know what to do. If I should say yes or no, Because if someone saw that while changing diapers, then it would be a huge mistake. It will be horrific. I told him, and he said we can do it whenever we want until his puberty, so I was relieved and told him that we can do that when he gets 5 years old or something. I asked him if I could get his ears pierced, and he said yes. The process of shaving the head was the same in both religions, so it was easy.

I got his ears pierced at 5 months old. It was the perfect time, people’s relatives said. After that, for a whole year, there were a lot of guests who visited us to see our baby and give us good wishes. They didn’t know it wasn’t my husband’s baby, but we pretended it was, so it was funny that his side of the family was thinking it was a very pure Brahmin boy, and he was very light in skin colour and looking very cute. But they haven’t seen my bull, so they can’t relate to that, and they all convinced themselves that it looked like my husband even when he didn’t.
He acted as his father and cared about him like he was his own child. I was so happy because of this. He was a cuckold, he took care of my baby, he is married to me, he is not getting sex with me, and he can’t touch me very often or without permission. But still, he loved me, and I loved him more just because of this. He never made me feel like I was something different, and I was having a completely different experience than a normal housewife should have. My life wasn’t normal, and my husband supported me very much, knowing it was not normal for me. Even his life isn’t normal as he has his wife getting fucked, making a slut of herself, and being bred by a Muslim dick. It wasn’t supposed to be this way, but it is, and he wanted it, so he got it.