My Secret Interracial Baby - Isabella Tropez - ebook

My Secret Interracial Baby: Cuckolding My HusbandCourtney’s husband Brett is trying and failing to get her pregnant, and Courtney knows just the way to solve her problem and have fun at the same time. She calls up Jamal, her long time co-worker who is more than willing to help her out where her pathetic husband can't. Timing it perfectly so that they start right before Brett comes home, she is inseminated by Jamal and loving every minute of it as Brett is forced to watch through a crack in the door!

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My Secret Interracial Baby | Isabella Tropez

My Secret Interracial Baby

Isabella Tropez

Courtney’s fingers gripped tightly around her phone as the call ended, but she resisted the temptation to slam it down. There was no stopping the rising anger though and she set off to where her husband, Brett, was sitting at the kitchen table. She controlled her ire, but her voice came out through clenched teeth.

“So, that was Dr. Anderson on the phone,” she said.

Brett heard the tone of her voice and suspected what she was about to say wasn’t good for him. There could only be one reason the doctor phoned and that was to give the results of the fertility tests that were carried out a couple of weeks before. He looked at his wife and could see the furious expression on her face.

“And...,” he encouraged her although he was sure he didn’t want to know what she was about to say.

“And,” Courtney spat out. “The reason I can’t get pregnant is not down to me.”

“Oh,” was all Brett could think to say.

The anger finally did erupt in his wife’s voice.

“That’s it?” she screamed. “You find out you are fucking shooting blanks and all you can say is oh.”

She shook her head as she paced back and forth.

“It’s not that...” Brett started to say, but he was cut off immediately.

“Don’t you fucking say it,” Courtney shouted as she stopped pacing and rounded on him. “Don’t you dare say it’s not that bad. You know how much I wanted to start a family, but no, you had to put your fucking career first and make us wait. Well look where it’s got us Brett. Your sperm count is so low it’s off the fucking charts. Dr. Anderson made it completely clear that there is no way you can get me pregnant.”

He stood up and moved towards her, but Courtney knew her anger would grow if she was touched and moved away.

“There are other options,” Brett said limply. “We can adopt.”

Courtney tried to control her breathing as her anger refused to subside. Her husband’s words didn’t exactly help and added to her fury. She couldn’t stop herself taunting him.

“Well that’s all that is open to you now with your useless fucking sperm,” she told him. “It’s not the only option for me though.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he shot back.

“Oh fucking nothing,” Courtney said in a dismissive tone as she walked away and left the kitchen.