I [M] 43 impregnated a barista [F] 20 at the coffee shop I used to frequent – Part 2 – What happened when I told my wife [F] 44

This has been more difficult for me to write than I first imagined. I was not expecting the overwhelming response to my account of impregnating the barista at my local coffee shop (you can read that post [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ognat5/i_m_43_knocked_up_a_barista_f_20_at_the_coffee/)) . Many people have asked whether I am as still with my wife and if she knows. I did eventually tell my wife and this is my account of what happened as a result.

My wife and I were going through counseling (something I never thought I would do) prior to this happening. A few years ago we found ourselves at a point where we thought our marriage was going to end. My wife was having an emotional affair with a coworker. It was not something planned, but she was unhappy in our marriage and I was oblivious. I was providing a good life and home, but nurturing and affection was lacking. I think many men miss this. I was under the impression things were good even though I had my own dissatisfaction that I just set aside as part and parcel of being married. I never in a million years thought she would seek affection and attention elsewhere, and neither did she.

I [M] 43 knocked up a barista [F] 20 at the coffee shop I used to frequent

It started off innocently enough. I would frequent the shop because it had a good cup and it was quiet so I could get some coding done away from home. We would have little conversations at the counter and she was a sweet girl, struggling a bit financially so I would always tip well. I’d give her some advice from time to time if she was having a rough patch. She called me her “work daddy” jokingly and eventually she just started calling me daddy. She was very attractive, but I wasn’t trying to be sexual with her. In hindsight I think she was infatuated and she did have daddy issues. I think the fact that I am a black man might have also made her curious.

Things turned a bit when I saw her at the bus stop after work trying to get home. I offered her a ride and turns out she didn’t live far from my neighborhood. After that if I was in the area or if her shift ended around the time I was leaving the shop I would give her a lift.