I sat in a dark corner of the bar and that’s when I saw her. There was my lovely house-mouse wife swallowing down a beer with her new biker lover, B...tch. She looked like a biker’s slutty whore with her black “Goth” makeup. She wore a thick black collar around her neck which showed she was “owned” by someone and you needed his permission to do anything with her. She was dressed like most of the biker chicks in the bar who stood out by their dress. She had on a pair of cutoff shorts that exposed. ”Her face brightened and she laughed. “Talking of hussies, I’ve ordered a new vibrator from a catalogue Sue loaned me. The only thing is, that the only one that looks like his Nibbs is black, but you don’t mind that do you.”“What if you wind up preferring that to his Nibbs?”“Never happen, it doesn’t have hands,” she paused, “or fingers.”“Terry talk about something else, you’re making me horny.”“Oh I’m sorry darling,” then changed the subject to her upcoming trip to Barbados. After half an hour. I leaned over to the window and called out "he's not here' Rob was kneeling in front of me and I could feel his breath on my c*nt, I was getting wetter and wetter. I leaned further forward forcing my c*nt onto his face and felt his tongue lick my clit. In doing so it dislodged the towel a little and showed one of my tits to his father in law. Vince, the father-in-law, blushed, said 'Sorry, he must have gone out" and went back home, with a big hard on I'm sure. I looked down at Rob and said. And he was white.Somehow, my hands moved of their own accord even as my brain refused to accept the sight before my eyes. I carefully rolled my baby boy onto his tummy and looked at the small of his back. The tiny irregular red mark was there.All I could think of was, "That son of a BITCH!"I was still in a daze when I checked out of the hospital along with Master Clifford Wolcott. Since I hadn't expected to keep him I had never thought of a name for my child. It had been easy though, once I.