Broken Fantasy Chapter 3

The next day at work Dante got me aside so no one else could hear and said, "I was watching a video this weekend and I was surprised there was someone I recognized in the movie. This one shot had a window in the background and I saw a pair of eyes looking in. At first I thought it was just a reflection until I recognized your face. You did not tell me you wanted to be in the movies." He laughed and started to walk away. I jumped on Dante and started to try and throw him down but he was too big for me. He threw me to the ground and said, "You best be careful or I'll tell someone about your secret." I started to get up and Dante turned to face me. But our co-workers grabbed us and held us apart." I was called into the manager's office and reassigned to another Department immediately and had some other disciplinary actions. I told Teri I had requested a transfer to the other office. She never knew I went after Dante. In my new office I met a guy named Bob who had a family picture on his desk. This picture was like any other picture except their little 3 year old boy was black. I figured they must have adopted. I told the guy it was a nice portrait. He asked me where I had come from and when I told him he said, "I had your old position in that Department once." No more was said but we gave each other a kind of knowing look of a shared experience. Bob was assigned to show me the ropes. In a few weeks we had become friendly as we worked together on some projects. It was almost six weeks after Dante had been with Teri that we found out she was pregnant. I knew it had to be Dante's baby. Teri had started getting nauseous every day about a month before and her period never came. I never let on that I knew happened. Dante had left us alone. Teri had said nothing and I knew where she was all the time. She had gone to her mother's three weekends after it happened. I figured she needed time to sort this all out. Dante had apparently decided to move on to his next conquest. I had setup little spy camera's around the house and regularly spied on my wife now. My trust was gone from our marriage. She changed with the pregnancy and our sex life disappeared. Maybe it was me that had changed. I could just not tell any fantasy stories anymore. But Teri seemed content to be pregnant. She mostly stayed home and took care of the house and herself. She quit her job completely a few months before the baby was born. When the baby girl was born it turned out to be Black. The doctor tried to tell us it was probably a recessive gene from a black ancestor. But we both knew better. We still did not talk about how it happened. Then one day I saw Dante at the office building where we work and he said, "How's your wife and my baby?" I turned red with anger but walked away without saying a word. I was outraged and decided I needed revenge against that arrogant wife ruining jerk. I asked Bob to join me for drinks after work that day. We got a booth at a quiet bar and I opened up to him and told him my story. Bob sat there mesmerized by the story. He then started telling me what happened to he and his wife. He had gotten caught up in Dante's stories about bedding white women. He had gotten into reading porn on the internet too. For some reason stories where white husbands gave their wives to black men turned him on. It go to the point where he started bringing it up with his wife during sex. Bob said, "I'm not very well endowed. My wife never complained. She was a virgin when we got married. So she did not have anything to compare me to really. She would orgasm when we had sex, but her response was pretty mild compared to the stories I read." "My wife seemed to get hotter when I role played with her as the black burglar who snuck into her room and found her sleeping in the bedroom. I don't know if it was actually her getting hotter or me getting worked up by the idea which made it better for her." "I started to share with her some of the stories I had read. She seemed to respond a little. After several weeks of reading stories she would get very hot by the idea of being taken by a black man almost every time we read them. She came from a pretty repressed family and interracial sex was definitely taboo." "She had met Dante before at Company events and whenever she came by the office. I saw the way Dante looked at her. It was the same way he looked at all women. Like a black wolf in heat." "One night I got my gumption up while we were having sex and I put Dante's name to the previously anonymous black man that I was pretending to be. Sarah came almost immediately and I dumped my load in her. It was the hottest she had ever gotten." "When we were cuddling she asked me if I ever really wanted her to have sex with a black man. I thought for a moment and said I was not sure. The idea really did turn me on. But I was not sure I could share her with someone." "It took me until the next day before I said to her, yes, if she was interested in having a black man I would want to see that and would want her to share her body with him. But I did not want to share her love." "Sarah then asked me, do you think Dante would really want to be with me." "I smiled and said I know he would." "She asked me to setup a date at our house to have Dante over for dinner." "I assumed she meant she would want to be with Dante. So the next day at work I asked Dante out to lunch. At lunch that day I told him that my wife and I had been fantasizing about a 3-way and I asked him if he might be interested." "Dante said, I don't do three-ways with any other guy. Me and two babes is fine. But I don't want any other guys getting horny and naked up near me. Then he said, I'd be willing to do your wife and let you watch. But you have to be tied up or something so I don't have to worry about you getting jealous while I nail your wife." "I thought about it and said, we want you to come for dinner Friday after work. I will talk with Sarah about your offer. I don't know what she will say, but you are invited for dinner regardless." Friday night came and Dante showed up right on time. Sarah had the dinner ready. She looked great in her short black dress even with the apron on. She served the roast beef, baby potatoes and carrots. She treated Dante like he was a visiting dignitary making sure he got extra helpings of everything. Dante had brought a nice bottle of Petit Sera "in honor of Sarah". I thought that was a really corny line but Sarah seemed to eat it up. We opened the wine and consumed it with our meal. Before we were through with our sorbet dessert we had also polished off a bottle of Chardonay that I had purchased for the meal. Sarah had started off the evening very hyper and tense. But by the time dinner was done and the wine was consumed she had settled down and relaxed. We had typical dinner conversation during the meal. It seemed like the most normal evening ever. Sarah still had not said if she was going to be with Dante. Smartly, no one pushed the idea or even brought it up. After dessert we adjourned to the living room and I offered to turn on a basketball game. But Dante suggested we put on some music. So I put on one of Sarah's favorite CD's, a mix of current pop music. Dante and Sarah settled next to each other on the sofa while I sat on my recliner across the room. They were turned slightly to face each other and it looked to me like their legs were touching just below the edge of the coffee table. They were having an animated conversation about the music. Dante was enthusiastic about Sarah's taste in music. He was talking about how he liked to go dancing. Sarah was complaining that she loved to dance but I never took her. This was true. I had not really been much of a dancer and usually preferred not to go. I had been impressed all evening with the way Dante had kept Sarah engaged. He was very smooth and not at all the crude and often boorish guy I knew at work. Dante asked if he could move the coffee table so he could dance with Sarah. I got up and moved the table out of the way. Dante turned up the music and they were dancing to a fast latin beat. They danced well together. I never really knew that Sarah could dance so well. She looked very tiny dancing so close to Dante. The next song was a slow one and Sarah molded her body to Dante's as they danced. He kept whispering into her ear and she would giggle or laugh. Her face was flushed and I knew things were going very well. Another faster number came on and then did some kind of Latin dance that reminded me of Dirty Dancing. They were like one person. I was very impressed with the way they could move. I knew I could never dance like that. After another fast number, a slow love ballad came on. Dante and Sarah held each other closely and when the music built he lifted her up with one arm around her shoulder and the other on her bottom. He brought her face to his and gave her a long passionate kiss. They were still swaying as he held her in the air like she was a feather and they kissed deeply. I saw that their tongues were entwined and searching in each other's mouths. After the song ended he carried her to the couch and sat her on his lap without breaking the kiss. His one hand was holding her butt as his other was starting to move slowly between them. I had a tent in my trousers as I watched this large black man seduce my wife. This is what I wanted. This was my fantasy. I think I was more eager than they were to see it proceed. After a few minutes that seemed like an eternity to me I cleared my throat and said, "Perhaps we should move into the bedroom." They broke their kiss and Sarah looked over to me. The she slid off of Dante's lap and slipped her hand into his and they walked, holding hands, into our bedroom. I followed along behind them like a puppy dog with an erection. When they stepped in the room Sarah turned and kissed Dante again and then said, "Excuse me, I have to get ready for you." She disappeared into the bathroom where I knew she would be putting in her diaphragm. Dante looked at me and pulled Sarah's dressing table chair to the end of the bed. He said, "Sit down." I sat and he pulled a length of cord from his sport coat pocket. Before I knew it my wrists were bound behind me and tied to the back of the chair. He took another length of cord and tied my ankles to the chair legs. He warned me, "Don't interfere or I will move you out of the room." Then he left and went to his car. When he came back he had a camcorder and tripod. He set them up beside the bed and pushed the record button. I said, "Sarah will never allow you to film her." Dante said, "You better not say anything except to support what I say. Got it? I need to film this to protect myself." I didn't know what he meant. Just then Sarah came back in. She was wearing a white silk baby doll with matching panties. I thought she never looked more beautiful. Sarah saw the camera and said softly, "Dante I can't do this on film." Dante smiled at her and said, "Sarah, this is different for me. I'm a black man and there are a lot of prejudiced people out there who would kill me if they thought I had forced this to happen. I just need the tape to prove this was all consensual. I will never show this tape to anyone. But I have to have it or I don't think I can be with you." Sarah frowned as she thought about what Dante had said. I spoke up, "Sarah, I think it will be okay. I understand where Dante is coming from on this. He is taking a risk and as long as he promises to never show anyone the tape I think we will be alright." Sarah sort of hesitated. She looked at the tent in my pants and then noticed I was tied up. "Why are you tied up?" I responded quickly to try and alleviate her concern. "Dante is concerned I might get jealous while you two are together. Dante and I talked this through already. He does not want me to interfere. I was not planning to interfere anyway. I'm okay with it. I wish I was not tied here. But I want you to be with him. Dante won't go through with this if I am not tied here or out of the room." Dante said, "Don't worry Sarah, you are a beautiful lady and I will treat you as my lover. I won't hurt you or your husband. I'm just not into a three way with another guy and so Bob has to be tied up or he has to leave." Sarah smiled and said, "Okay Dante, are there any other surprises I should know about?" "No, that's it. This is something I have not done before. I thought about it and these were the conditions I need so I will be comfortable enough to make love to you in front of your husband." Sarah sauntered over to Dante and pressed her body up against his looking up into his eyes as she pushed his jacket off of his shoulders. He leaned down and kissed her lips tenderly while she pushed the jacket down his arms. She broke the kiss and smiled back at Dante as she took the jacket to our closet and hung it up. Sarah was putting on quite as sexy show for her new lover and I. She came back to Dante and received a quick kiss as she pulled his shirt up and then reached as high as she could to pull it over his head and off. Her breasts were pressed tightly into his washboard stomach as she did this. She was so hot I was practically swooning on my chair. She tossed his shirt back over her head and it hit me in the face and fell to the floor. I'm not sure if she did it intentionally. But I felt like it was a message to me that she was Dante's, at least for the night. She swept her hands over Dante's chest as they kissed again and then she started to unbuckle his belt. I began to sweat and my erection was at full staff. Dante slipped off his loafers and Sarah pulled his pants and underwear down to his feet. She held them there staring at Dante's huge cock that was practically poking her in the face as he stepped out of his clothes. She pulled his socks off and he was completely naked as she was kneeling in front of him. She reached up tentatively and grabbed the dark pole in front of her feeling it hot in her hand as she gently stroked it's length. She brought the end of it to her mouth and licked the head and then worked her little tongue down the underside as Dante's cock brushed over the top of her head. Sarah lightly stroked the monster with her hand as she licked Dante's lemon sized testicles. I was wide eyed and panting with the overpowering image of my wife pleasuring this huge black cock. Sarah tried to get Dante's cock in her mouth, but the she could only manage to engulf the head of it. Her tongue worked the head as she stroked the rest with her hands. Dante reached down and grabbed one hand and pulled Sarah up to her feet. He lifted her in both arms and gave her a deep passionate kiss. He said, "Tonight is about giving pleasure to you Sarah." as he carried her over to the bed and laid her on her back with her head on the pillows. He stroked her the silk material covering her chest and he kissed her again deeply. Sarah has very small breasts. But her nipples are very sensitive and Dante's kissing and stroking had Sarah writhing under him. Dante crossed over to the other side of the bed and then untied the strings at the front of Sarah's baby doll revealing her tiny breasts. I did not realize it at the time but later it occurred to me that he had moved to the other side so that he was not blocking the camera. This guy was practically a professional porn star. Dante bent down and softly sucked on Sarah's small nipples as his hand slid down her stomach to stroke her pussy through her panties. Sarah was rocking her hips and grinding herself against Dante's fingers as she softly moaned his name. This was exactly the scene I had imagined. As Sarah's pleasure increased I was going crazy. The contrast of my small pale wife and this large muscular black man was so erotic. Dante peeled away Sarah's panties. He pulled them down her legs and off of her dainty feet. He casually tossed them back at me hitting me in the face. I felt a slimy streak on my cheek from Sarah's leaking pussy and I got a strong whiff of her heavenly scent from the discarded white silk garment. Dante dove his tongue between Sarah's wide spread legs immediately spearing his tongue into her leaking hole. He twisted his head and then licked up her cunt lips, over her distended clit. Sarah practically growled as Dante drove back down to her hole and repeated the stroke. Dante was devouring my wife and giving her both extreme psychological and physical pleasure beyond any she had ever experienced. He took his time claiming her body. He introduced one thick finger inside her and worked it for minutes as he used his thick tongue on her protruding clit. When he wormed in a second finger Sarah took it easily. Her body was open and ready for the next step. I was surprised when Dante pulled away and pulled a condom from his pants pocket on the floor. I don't know that either Sarah or I had expected him to use a condom. I expected Sarah's diaphragm and spermacidal foam to protect her. I knew Dante was most likely clean as he bragged about it at work every three months when he got his doctor's report back. It did occur to me later that he was probably always clean because he porbably always used a condom. He bent down to Sarah's open lips and took a few more swipes through with his tongue before he said to Sarah, "Why don't you start on top. That way you can get used to my size." Sarah made room for Dante to get on his back and then she lifted her leg over him with her ass facing me. She had to get up on her feet to get high enough to get over his cock. She reached back behind her and positioned the head at her opening and began to work the end into her. Since I was her first, I know she had never had anything close to that big inside her before. I was amazed that the head went in so easily. Sarah moved up and kissed Dante deeply as she worked herself back and forth on the end of his black pole. Slowly a few more inches worked inside of her. She had enough room that she was able to go to her knees and lay high on his chest face to face with Dante. He reached down and cupped her butt cheeks with his thumbs wrapped around her hips. He helped to work her back and forth on his cock and slowly sink her further down. Her nipples dragged across his hairy chest as he worked her body up and down. Sarah was panting like a thirsty dog and then she clenched and grunted with an orgasm before he had over half of his cock inside her. I code see her juices coating the rest of his penis as she pushed further down onto him. Dante seemed very focused as Sarah rode him. I had never seen a man with his control. Sarah pushed up and began bouncing up and down on his cock, grunting as he bottomed out inside her. I didn't think it was possible but his cock must have pushed her organs out of his way as eventually she reached the bottom of his long pole. She reached another small orgasm as she kept bouncing her body on his. Dante asked her, "Sarah, is this what you wanted?" "Oh God yes it's better than I ever hoped." Dante then said, "Sarah, did you ever think you would do this with a black man?" "N-N-no." she stuttered as she continued to work herself over him. "Now that you've got all of me inside you I'm going to roll you over so you can let me do the work for awhile." Dante held her by the hips fully impaled on his cock as he rolled Sarah to the bed. He then started making very long slow strokes in and out. His muscles were flexing and he had a sheen of sweat that made him seem like the perfect specimen of a man. Sarah had her legs wrapped over his hips and her arms around his neck as he kept slowly pounding away. "Sarah, do you want children?" "Oh yes Dante." she breathed back to him. My ears were burning as I wondered where Dante was going with this. "Sarah, would you like to have my child?" Her eyes were closed tightly as she said, "Oh yesssss Dante." "Sarah, I'm going to pull off the condom and cum inside you. Do you want that?" "Oh God yes Dante." "Sarah, tell me you want me to cum inside you." "Oh pleease Dante. Pleease cum inside me." "Tell me Sarah, tell me you want me to put my seed inside you." "Ohhh Dante, I want your seed inside me, I want your black seed inside of me, I want you to knock me up. I want to have your black baby." "When I pull out Sara, I want you to pull the condom off of my cock and put it back inside you." "Oh yess Dante I want your cum I want your black baby." "Do you want to be my baby making slut Sarah?" "Oh yes Dante, oh yes, give it to me. Give me your cum, make me your slut." "Okay Sarah here we go." Dante pulled back and his cock slurped out of Sarah's cunt. Sarah sat up, reached down and rolled the condom off of Dante's cock. She tossed the condom away and She grabbed the end of his cock and pulled it down to her slick hole. Dante quickly pushed his bare cock into her all the way to the bottom. He began stroking quickly and my shy wife began shouting encouragement. "Oh fuck me Dante! Rip me apart! Bury your pole in me and plant your seed, Knock me up! Make me your slut! I'm yours. Just fuck me!" This was the hottest thing I had ever seen. I was not able to even touch myself and I felt like my cock was so hard it would break off. Dante growled, "Here it comes Sarah. I'm going to knock you up!, I'm going to make you my nigger slut! Here it comes!!!!" and he buried himself as deeply as he could. Sarah squeezed him with her arms and legs as she screamed her orgasm while Dante filled her cunt with his seed. At the same time I came in my pants. I had no control over it. It just happened. I suddenly had a huge wet spot on the front of my trousers and my erection never flagged. Dante squeezed a few more strokes into Sarah slowly as he expelled the last of his cum inside her. They suddenly seemed to have no energy left as he collapsed beside her and his cock fell out of her cunt. Her hole gaped open like I had never seen before and his cum dripped slowly from the bottom of her cunt. Sarah was passed out for a few minutes as I caught my breath still not really able to comprehend all that I just seen. When Sarah came around Dante kissed her lightly on the lips and the forehead and then on her cheek. He complimented her on her wonderful body and her incredible sexiness. He told her she was the best he ever had and she ate it up. I was actually feeling proud that she was my wife. They laid and talked quietly for awhile. He said that she had worn him out and he had an early day tomorrow. "So maybe it's time we untie hubby and I get out of here. I would love to go on date with you Sarah. Maybe we can do this again sometime, with your husband's permission of course." Sarah laughed and mocked me, "Of course. I'd love to go on a date with you sometime Dante. This was the most incredible experience I have ever had. I did not think it was possible to be this good." "Trust me Sarah, we are just getting started. There's a lot more I can show you. But it will have to wait for next time." Dante noticed the stain on my pants. "Well well it looks like it was good for old Bob here too." He untied my wrists and said, "You better untie your own ankles. I don't want to get close to that nasty mess on your pants." Sarah giggled as she looked at my pants. Dante put the camera away and got dressed. He gave Sarah one last deep kiss and left. I tried to make love to Sarah after that. But she had no energy and her cunt was so loose I could hardly feel any friction. I eventually came but I think Sarah was asleep when I did. We slept in the next morning. When Sarah woke up she said her pussy was sore. But it was a good kind of hurt. We were both happy with the event and relaxed the rest of the weekend. The next Friday when I got home from work I found Sarah dressed as hot as I had ever seen her. She had on a short tight skirt, loose fitting blouse, and no bra. I asked her what was going on and she said she was going dancing with Dante. He had called her up and asked her out. Based on the way she was dressed I knew she had accepted. I said I would get dressed to go out and she said, "Bob, you would be bored. We are just gonna go dancing and you know you don't like to dance." I replied, "Well I could listen to the music and watch you guys dance." She said, "If you really want to you can come with me. It's no big deal. I just thought you would be bored." I sort of felt like she did not want me there. I was not jealous or anything. Just surprised they would make plans without me. So I said, "No, you're right. There's a game on I wanted to watch anyway. You go have fun dancing honey." She kissed me on the lips and headed out the door. It was early and we had not had dinner so I assumed she was meeting him to eat. I stewed a little and then took a shower. I decided I did not want to be alone so I headed down to the sports bar and watched the game and talked with some guys about sports. It was after 11:00 when I got home. I did not really expect Sarah to be there yet when I got home. But I was sort of hoping she would be. There was a message on our answering machine. It was Sarah. I could hear loud dance music in the background. She said she was having a great time and that Dante had invited her to spend the night at his place. So she would see me tomorrow. She said she loved me and that was it. She was gone. I got very drunk and eventually fell asleep in my recliner. At some point in the night I woke up and searched the house for Sarah. I knew she wasn't there. But I looked anyway. I went to bed and slept until morning. It was mid-morning when I got another call from Sarah. She was panting rhythmically when I answered the phone. I thought it was a crank call at first. Then Sarah said, "Bob, I have to ... have to stay ... want to stay long ... longer. I'll ... Oh God, I'll be home ... tomorrow. Oh he's fucking me soooo good." And then she hung up. I sighed and thought about it. And then I decided that thinking about it was the wrong way to go. So I tried to think about anything else. I did all these jobs around the house. I even did laundry. I had not done laundry since I married Sarah. I kept thinking about her and Dante and what they were doing. I was very worried I was losing her. I had another restless night on Saturday. It wasn't until almost noon on Sunday that Sarah drove in. She moved up the walk like a zombie. I opened the door for her and there was a tear on her cheek. I said, "Oh my God Sarah! What happened? Are you alright?" She was still wearing the short skirt and loose top. But it was just sort of hanging on her body. Her eyes were red like she had been crying. What little makeup she had on was smeared. There was crust in her hair and on her legs. She barely looked at me as she pushed around me and into the house. "I need a shower." she said softly. I followed her toward our bedroom. "Sarah, what did he do to you?" "I don't want to talk Bob. I just need to get cleaned up." She stripped off her top and dropped her skirt. Her panties were missing. She had a red scratch that went from her hip around and all the way down one cheek of her butt. There was dried crust all over her. She stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. She stayed in the shower over two hours. I listened at the door but couldn't hear anything but the water. I heard the water shut off and waited a little while for her to come out to me. But when she didn't I went into the bedroom and found her fast asleep. The next morning I got up and went to work fired up. I was going to find out what Dante had done to my Sarah. I confronted him in the parking lot. "Dante! What in the hell happened this weekend!" Dante said, "What do you mean? Sarah and I had a great time together." "Something happened! You better tell me what or I'm going to punch you out!" He laughed, "You're going to punch me out? You're not enough of a man to punch me out. Look Bob, Sarah and I had some fun. But we're done now. You don't need to worry about a thing. You take care of my little momma now or I'm going to punch you out and take her away from you." At that point I wasn't sure he couldn't take Sarah from me. So I put my head down and walked away. I stewed all morning and then decided I could not work with that jerk. So I went to the Manager and asked for a transfer. That's how you got a job. When I got home from work that day Sarah had our dinner ready. She asked me how my day was and carried on as if nothing had happened. I had no idea what to make of all this. When we sat down to dinner I was amazed at how nice everything was. The house was immaculate. The food looked fantastic and Sarah would not stop smiling at me and trying to make eye contact. After we began to eat Sarah said, "Bob, I can't tell you how sorry I am. I love you more than anything in the world. I made a terrible mistake, it will never happen again." I started to speak,"Sarah I". But Sarah interrupted me. "Bob, there are some things I need to say to you. Please let me finish. I made a huge mistake that I can not take back. I sort of took you for granted. Now I know how special you are. That will never happen again. I am committing myself to be the best wife to you that I can be. Whatever you say, I will listen to and obey. I know you are very special and I will always love you. I'm ready to begin a family if that's what you want. I want to have your baby. We can start tonight if you want. I want to begin as soon as we can. Please honey, forgive me. I will never stray from being your perfect wife." I was a bit taken aback by this. But it's what I wanted to hear. She was committing herself to me. Even though I felt like her being with Dante was really my fault she was asking me for forgiveness. I could not help myself. I told her I forgave her. I also told her I would love to start our family. We made love that night and every night for the next week. I could tell Sarah was a bit sore from her weekend with Dante. But she begged me for my cum and my baby. She would say a prayer before she went to sleep that God would give her my child. About a month later we found out Sarah was pregnant. We had been making love as often as possible. On the day we found out, my transfer also came through and I was moved to the consulting team. I was ecstatic and Sarah seemed happy. The doctor and Sarah figured out when we conceived and it had to be on one of the first nights we made love. Sarah kept her word and was the perfect wife. Even when she had morning sickness I would come home from work and find the house spotless and my dinner on the table. Sarah continued to make love with me whenever I was in the mood. Sometimes she would be doing the dishes and I would just hold her from behind and pull aside her panties or pull them off. She would hold onto the counter and bend over and I would fuck her until I came in her. I was in heaven. Even when Sarah was close to delivering she did her best to be my perfect wife. I was never so happy. Then the day came that she went into labor and we went to the hospital. Members of both of our families showed up to be there and see the new born baby. I helped Sarah through the delivery as best I could. When the baby came out black I knew what had happened. I didn't know what to do or how to feel. The doctor gave the usual speech about a recessive gene. Sarah's sister was in the room and told the families that the baby had dark skin. The Doctor and nurses were tending to Sarah. She was worn out from the delivery. She got to hold the baby briefly. She cried and said she loved her baby. The doctor said it would be awhile before she could have visitors. I decided I needed to go for a walk and sort out my feelings. I went to the waiting room and my mother gave me a hug. My father shook my hand but there was a question on his face that he could not ask. I told everyone that Sarah was fine but it would be an hour or more before she could see anybody. Her mother objected. I gave her a hug and said give her some time. I then walked out. My younger brother followed me. When we got outside he said, "So what happened? Did Sarah go rogue or what?". That pissed me off. I said, "Get out of here! You don't know what is going on in our lives. You don't know anything." and I stormed off. I cooled down on my walk. I decided that Sarah really loved me and I would be the best dad I could be. It bothered me a lot that our new baby, Patrick, was not mine. But Patrick deserved a good dad and if Sarah was committed to me, I would be committed to be a good dad to him. There was a lot of strife and confusion in our family. But Sarah and I presented a strong commitment to our marriage and child. We never told them what happened. Our dads both had a little trouble with the situation. But it did not matter to us. Eventually they both played the roll of grandpa to the best of their ability. Bob looked at me and said, "That's my story." End of Part 3 Send comments to b.fuzzy1@gmail.com 10443 2.25/512345