I Was Feeling Adventurous
A few years ago, I responded to an odd advertisement. I was feeling adventurous. It was a request for a man to fulfill a cuckold fantasy.
Basically, they wanted a man who looked similar to the boyfriend of the couple to do some bedroom stuff with. She’d call me by his name, but I’d be more aggressive than her boyfriend. I was supposed to make a whole act about it.
Anyway, the deed was done and nine months later, I got a call from the girlfriend and she dropped some mind-blowing news—she was pregnant and expecting within the week, and they were worried I might be the father. I did wrap it up, but she wasn’t on the pill, so the paranoia was understandable. Also, the timing matched up.
The baby came out and either of us could have been the father as it looked vaguely like both of us. It was a boy. Naturally, it was really tense and awkward as heck. It took a week for the DNA test to get back. The delay was agonizing.
Thankfully, it came back that I was in the clear, and there was actually a bit of a celebration. When I got the word, I cheered, they hugged, and I gave them a handshake. Then I went home and chugged a whole bottle. Story credit: Reddit / RedderBarron