Cuckold Consequences - Epilogue (Patreon)

Author's Note: Here is the true 'ending' to the original Cuckold Consequences arc. But this isn't the end end. I am planning another arc and will be announcing it as soon as I've gotten a couple of chapters written and ready to go. So... I hope you enjoy this thrilling 'conclusion' and look forward to what is coming next.

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Epilogue

One Month Later

The packet amongst the mail was like a waiting viper. I kept looking at it over my shoulder as I made coffee. It was from the law services of Krup and Krup. Reputable and fair. They specialized in domestic matters… and divorce. I set my coffee mug down and poured, letting the smell of the bitter brew push aside the sourness I felt in my stomach.

Shuffling footsteps broke the steamy spell. Julie came into the kitchen, pulling on her fuzzy robe, casually tying it over her swelling stomach. She was around three months along now. I still didn’t fully understand the whole cycle thing and how the doctors and women determined that detail, but it didn’t really matter much. She was pregnant. That was the long and short of it. Julie maintained that she wasn’t sure who the father was. But to me it was pretty clear. I hadn’t had sex with her for nearly those entire three months. Devon had, multiple times. And… according to Julie, so had a few others during the window of when she had conceived.

It couldn’t be mine. It was the final cuckold blow to our little disastrous experiment.

Not only had our lust and illicit desires brought our marriage to ruin, it had brought about a child that would now have to survive in a very complicated world. A great deal of details had yet to be figured out. It seemed like we were just pushing them down the road. But we couldn’t hide from them forever. Every day Julie’s belly grew, and so did our problems.

We had started taking some steps. Small ones. Long and hard conversations. Tears. Therapy. Self reflection. But those were all just little pieces of a much bigger puzzle that we had yet to determine what the final picture was.

As complicated as it all was, when I saw her with that morning glow in her cheeks, hair slightly disheveled from sleep, her stormy blue-gray eyes full of exhausted hope, it was impossible not to see her as the woman I loved. 

She shuffled over to the counter next to me. I handed her a cup. Our fingers brushed and she gave me a sleepy smile. “Thanks.” There was a moment of nervous hesitation and then she leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. It was supposed to be tender and chaste. But that didn’t stop her lips from being warm. Tempting.

I’d held my ground since bringing her home from Club Sway. After cleaning her up, seeing how bruised and battered the activities had left her, I tucked her into bed and set about trying to think through how my life had gone so wrong.

There was a part of me that screamed and raged that I should simply leave. Julie had pushed me aside. Abandoned me. Abandoned our love for the lust of her flesh and desire. But she was human. She wasn’t solely to blame. I’d started it. I’d set us on the path. Now here we were. Estranged. Pregnant. Facing ruin.

But, she was still my wife. I’d promised for better or worse and we were at the worst. That didn’t mean I was staying. That didn’t mean we had reconciled. But it was far more complicated than staying or leaving. I’d already left once, and though that had led me down a road towards healing, it was still cowardly.

Julie had done something similar. Diving into debauchery. Clinging to Devon, not because she loved him but because of how he made her feel physically. Our choices hadn’t been based on thoughtful logic, but impulsive emotion. We had tried to speak one thing and then did something completely different. Our actions and words weren’t in sync with each other, because we hadn’t taken the time to consider anything. We just acted. Dove in and tried to swim, when we didn’t know how.

I watched as she moved to the table and sat down, holding her mug, letting her eyes fall on the pile of mail and the packet from the law firm. The look on her face, the one of quiet contemplation, wavered, but settled quickly. She reached out to the stack of letters.

I turned away, not wanting to see her touch the papers that would dissolve our marriage. I’d had them sent over, but I was still unsure if I was going to go through with it. If it was what I wanted. What we needed.

Since that night, Julie and I both had been seeing a therapist. Talking through the events of the last year. Of how things had come to such utter disaster. We’d had a couple of sessions together, but mostly it was one on one work. We had things to figure out about who we were as individuals, which would in turn decide who we were as a couple. If we could even be a couple.

So many what ifs.

Did Julie deserve to be forgiven? Honestly…

I took a slow breath and sipped my coffee. Everyone deserved forgiveness. I wasn’t very religious, but I did believe in the concept that everyone had fallen short. We all made mistakes. Some bigger than others. Did that mean we all deserve loneliness and brutal disregard? If that was true then I deserved just as much scorn as she did. So did Devon.

We hadn’t talked about the man in the middle much beyond our joint sessions with the therapist. It was clear Julie was done with Devon. Had been even before that night at Sway. But she’d been in such a shocked state after finding out about her pregnancy that she’d just… followed along. Devon had never been a good man or really a good partner in their cuckolding explorations. He was egotistical, self absorbed, and more concerned about his own pleasure than anything regarding the couple he was participating with.

Whatever sexual haze Julie had been in had finally lifted. Seeing Devon so maliciously disregard her health and choice, and then getting put down so easily by Ivy had been a glass shattering moment. He may have been a good fuck, but he wasn’t fucking good for her.

I still wished I’d been the one to punch the dick… in the dick. But there seemed to be something oddly fitting that Ivy, a beautiful and sexually free woman, would simply punch and end the man’s dominant reign. She’d asserted dominance flawlessly. She hadn’t used fear or cruelty. She was just… in charge. Devon had left in disgrace, crawling away to lick his wounds.

Julie had taken time off from work, for several reasons, but one of the biggest reasons was that Devon worked in the same office and seeing him wasn’t something she could handle at the moment. Luckily, just a few days ago, it was announced that Devon was moving on from the company. It wasn’t clear if he was fired or leaving voluntarily or maybe being pressured out, but regardless, he would no longer be a factor in their lives.

The soft sound of an envelope ripping sent shivers down my spine, little needles stabbing at the base of my skull and scraping against my teeth. I put my coffee down and stared out the window as I listened to the rustle of paper.

I tried to be fair in the divorce. 50/50 split straight down the middle for everything. I’d even put in for alimony and… child support. It may not have been my child, but she was pregnant because of me and I wasn’t some monster that was going to throw a woman out on the street. This wasn’t the Scarlet Letter. I wasn’t going to brand her and push her to the fringes of society.

I’d been taught to be more civilized.

I’d be a man. I’d take care of the woman I’d promised to, even if we didn’t stay together as man and wife. I wouldn’t run away again. Not this time.

“Oh god.” Juile gasped, her coffee falling from her hand and splashing on the floor. The cup shattering, just like our marriage.

Somehow I was able to keep my composure, to keep the tears at bay. “I’m… sorry Julie. Listen…” I cleared my throat, gripping the counter. “We don’t… you don’t have to sign anything right now. I just… had them drawn up… I didn’t know… don’t know…”

Ugh. What was I supposed to say? It wasn’t like I’d blind sided her with the idea of divorce. It had come up in our joint therapy sessions. But to see it on paper. In ink. A mere couple of signatures away from being true and permanent… that was something completely different than simply discussing it.

I turned to face her, ready for tears and anger and who knew what else. Julie’s face was red, eyes watering over with tears as she held a piece of paper in hands that were shaking.

It wasn’t the divorce papers. The packet was still sitting on the table, untouched and unopened.

“Julie?” I asked, suddenly confused.

She turned from the paper, eyes wide and glistening. The look on her face was… well… it was like a mask of joy and pain and sorrow and… and every emotion that was possible for a person to feel. Or at least that’s how it seemed. She looked back at the paper, eyes darting over the information on it and then back to me.

“It’s… oh god… Tom… I…” She hiccuped and whipped her tears onto the sleeve of her robe. “When… when I found out… I was, pregant… I… god this… I submitted for a paternity test. It… wasn’t hard to get samples for the test. But it was going to take time… fucking too much time… but… I… Tom…” She was up on her feet, stumbling to me and grabbing me by the cheeks, the paper falling to the floor. “It’s yours.”

“What?” She wasn’t making any sense.

“Yours. The baby. It’s yours. It’s not Devon’s. Not some other stranger. It’s yours!” She was sobbing and falling to the floor, to her knees, wrapping her arms around her stomach as if cradling the baby that was in her belly.

“H…but…but how?” I stammered. My whole body felt limp. It didn’t make sense. I hadn’t had sex with Julie in weeks. When we finally did, she was already… How many weeks? How did that stupid fertility and conception calendar work?!

Julie was thinking too, eyes still wide as she held her stomach trembling. “The last time… when you took me… it must have been then.”

“But… Devon… he fucked you… more… more than me. How…”

Julie sniffed, her face streaked with tears and snot. “It takes one sperm, Tom. Just one. Out of fucking millions. And it was yours. Yours swam the fastest. The hardest.” She was laughing hysterically now. “Your swimmers were more potent than that lard ass.”

I cracked a smile and snorted before I could help myself. Julie was climbing to her feet again and wrapping her arms tightly around me. “Oh, Tom…”

As wonderful as this moment was… it didn’t change much. I wrapped my arms around her and pressed my cheek to her hair. “Julie… I… I don’t want to… ruin this, but… even though it’s mine… I…”

Julie was nodding already. “I know, Tom. I know. It doesn’t magically change things. It doesn’t mean suddenly all is forgiven and that you’ll just take me back, no harm no foul.” She pulled back and looked up at me. “But no matter what, no matter if we stay together or not, knowing that this baby is yours… It makes me happy. There’s no one else's child I’d rather have than yours, even if you’re not my husband. You’re still the father.”

There were tears in my eyes. That was true. Maybe we wouldn’t be husband and wife when all of the dust settled. But this child would be ours. Mine and hers. A part of both of us. And that was something to be thankful for. It was something worth celebrating.

Julie gasped and looked down, my pajama pants tenting. “Oh!” Her cheeks flushed. “I… oh…”

I blushed. It had been a month since I’d had sex at all. I’d stayed in touch with Carrie and Gwen of course, outside of work and while we were engaged in our jobs. But we’d maintained a healthy distance from any sexual activity. The girls recognized that I needed time and space, especially having learned about Julie’s pregnancy. They were respectful and patient.

Of course, Carrie was dropping some not so subtle hints that she was interested in going on another date with me. My current marital status and potential parental status didn’t seem to bother her at all. And Gwen, well she didn’t really seem to be interested in a romantic relationship, but she did mention that the sex was great and she wouldn’t mind having more.

That made me feel good. To be wanted. To know I was able to please someone. The whole ordeal with Devon had left me scared, but I wasn’t dead. Therapy was helping. The therapist we ended up seeing was recommended by Ivy. Someone that specialized in sexual issues and non-traditional couple dynamics and relationships. I’d spoken with Ivy on the phone a few times as well, discussing particularly hard issues and things I’d faced. She was a good listening ear. And she continued to affirm that the invitation to Club Sway was always open to me and to Julie, if we wished to come back.

That was a decision for another day.

Now… suddenly I was rock hard and my balls were aching. In all the turmoil, not only had I remained celebit, but I’d also held off masturbating. I wanted a clear head, not one drowning in sexual thoughts and wants and needs. I’d practically been living like a priest.

The air was tense, straining from the news, the relief, the stress, anxiety…

Fuck. I’m a dad! A dad!!!!

Something primal rumbled and burned in my blood. My eyes roamed over Julie, the robe having slipped open revealing her breasts, already starting to fill out as her belly began to grow. The only thing under the robe was a silky looking thong clinging to her pussy. A soft matting of hair under it.

My hands trembled as I touched her stomach for the first time. I’d been trying my best to ignore it, to not look at her in any lingering way, afraid I might slip into old habits. The last thing Julie and I needed was false hope to further muddy the waters. But now the primal energy between us, something that had been clawing its way through both of us, was now finally clawing its way out.

It was only a soft swell, smooth and tight. Her breath caught as she felt my cautious touch. Tears welling up in her eyes again as she put her hand over mine on her stomach. “Ours.” She whispered. No matter what happened between us, that was a truth that would never break.

I nodded, my breathing shallow and strained as I moved my hand lower, along the slope and down, sliding along the gusset of her panties, her hand still over mine as I felt the heat between her thighs. My eyes were glued to her stomach. To her breasts, her dark nipples hardening, feeling the warmth become slick along the front of her panties.

“T…Tom…” Julie whimpered. She’d been almost as celibate as me, though I’d heard her a time or two masturbating while taking a shower or in the bedroom. I wasn’t sharing a room with her, most nights I was either in the guest room or on the couch, but the house was small and Julie was loud.

I slid my hand into her panties and felt the slickness of her folds, her juices already matting her pubic hair. Her shuddering whimper made my cock throb. The way her stomach moved… It was primally arousing.

Julie’s robe slipped off and fell to the floor, covering some of the mess her coffee had made when it spilled, soaking into the fabric. I reached around her, grabbing hold of her ass cheeks and lifting her up and settling her down onto the kitchen table. Her arms wrapped around my neck for stability. I moved her panties aside and she spared a hand to pull down my pajama bottoms, freeing my pulsing member.

We were frantic. Hungry. The ancient need inside of us, that need that came with two beings coming together to breed, was overpowering any sort of rational thought we had. I was at the perfect height to line up my cock with her sweet opening and I slid in like a well oiled piston.

“Oh holy fucking god almighty!” Julie cried out. Her walls were burning silk, a soft fire so hot I felt like I was going to get burned. But I was steel. Being pushed into the refining fires of a furnace. An oven. An oven that was already cooking up a baby. My baby.

I gripped her ass tighter, digging my nails in and pushing deep into her pussy until my pubic bone was pressing against her swollen clit.

“FUCK!” She screamed, arching back and cumming immediately. I felt her squeezing me and I’d been so on edge for so long… my eyes burned as I watched her sweat and tremble and then my eyes found her stomach again, swelling and growing… mine. Our child.

Any other time before today I probably would have been utterly embarrassed and humiliated because of my sudden, uncontrollable ejaculation. But this time, this time it was right. It was good. We were both at the very precipice of our need and just this one moment of connection was enough to make us explode together.

I shot rope after rope of semen into her, filling her already fertilized womb. My breath came in ragged gasps, shallow and deep as I tried not to black out from the intensity of my orgasm. Julie’s nails dug into my back as she shook, whimpering out nonsense as her orgasm washed over her in a never ending wave, squeezing and milking my cock.

Our juices dripped out onto the table and the floor under us. Our bodies were slick and sticky as we held close to each other, trembling through the blinding intensity of our union.

As quickly as it happened, it began to fade. The tide receded. Julie laid her head on my chest, panting. “F…fuck…oh fuck…” She swallowed air over and over, like she’d just run a mile. “Tom… holy fuck…” She started to laugh and I couldn’t help but join her as I pressed my forehead against the crown of her head.

“Yeah.” I muttered.

Ding! Dong!

The doorbell rang, breaking the lustful spell that was holding us.

I took a slow step back, afraid I might slip on spilled coffee or the mess we’d made from our… could I really call it fucking if all I did was put tab A into slot B? I hadn’t thrust or pounded. It was just one motion and it was over.

Julie brushed back her hair and looked down at the mess between her legs, still able to see past her belly, for now. “Fuck… I think you put a gallon in me. If I wasn’t already pregnant…” She chuckled.

I eyed her belly and that same primal feeling welled up in me again, my dripping cock started to stir again for a second, but I shook off the raging horny animal that was prowling inside me. I pulled up my pants and looked towards the living room and the front door. “Guess I’ll get it since… uh… yeah you’re not really decent.”

Julie rolled her eyes and smirked. “I’ll go get cleaned up.” She gingerly slipped off the table, being careful to not step and slip on anything or accidentally cut herself on the shattered mug.

I watched her go for just a moment, her soft ass swaying, hips already getting a little wider making that back side even more plump. Fuck, I was in trouble. I may not know exactly what I want to happen in the long run with our relationship, but… I don’t think I was going to be able to hold off fucking her again for another month.

Pushing all that away, I went to the front door and opened it to see who was coming around this early in the morning. Usually solicitors and all those sales people came around in the afternoon.

Outside the door, Gwen stood patiently wearing a simple black t-shirt and pair of blue jeans. She smiled at me warmly, though there was a little nervousness in the way her eyes moved. “Morning, Tom. I’m sorry to bother you this early.”

“Uh. No. No, it's fine. Um… what’s up?” If it was a work problem, she would have called. So maybe this was something more personal.

I’d told her and Carrie that I’d moved back to my house, and that Julie was still there. We were cohabitating. Man and wife on paper, but… maybe not in the deeper sense. They knew we were trying to figure things out. And with the added surprise of a baby, that just made things more complicated. Though still flirtatious, the girls had been giving him space, but still dropping plenty of hints that they’d be open to sexual exploits or more.

Was Gwen here because she was tired of waiting? Was this a booty call?

I blushed at the thought.

“Well, there’s something I need to talk to you about. It’s… about what we were doing a month ago.”

Ah. So it was about that.

“Oh. Um… Gwen, listen. I really appreciate what you and Carrie did for me. And are doing. You’re great friends and… well, maybe more. I don’t know. Things are just… well, they are fucking complicated. And I just got some news…”

Gwen nodded and then shook her head with a nervous smile. “I know, Tom. I know. And I wouldn’t be here… well I don’t want to complicate things further. I’m not asking you for anything. I mean, I do like you… you’re a wonderful man and any woman would really be lucky to have you. I don’t know what’s going to go on with you and Julie, or you and Carrie for that matter… but… it’s your decision to make and neither of us are going to put pressure on you.”

She stopped suddenly and hesitated, taking a deep breath. “But… that’s not why I’m here.”

“Tom? Who is it?” Julie called from down the hall, her footsteps approaching.

I looked over my shoulder, ready to answer.

“Tom. I’m pregnant.” Gwen’s words made me freeze.

Julie appeared next to me, dressed in a soft flowing pink nightgown that went down to her knees. “Oh… Hi Gwen. What brings you here this morning?” Julie asked kindly.

I turned back to face my boss. My coworker. My friend. A brief lover. She must have seen the surprise and scepticism in my eyes because she pulled something out from her back pocket. It was a small sandwich bag with three white sticks inside. Pregnancy tests. All three declared…

Positive.

The three of us stood there in the doorway, in silence, not one of us positive what to do next.