A Completely Natural State of Affairs
This is the true story of how my pretty wife Allison deserted me to spend her life making babies for black men. That's about the whole truth of it. I have recently discovered the cruel fact that she simply couldn't care less about our marriage. It seems her wedding vows were just a sham. Now she actually enjoys flaunting her delicious, well-formed body in front of me, and she delights in telling me it is for the attention of blacks only, and she has no use for my little cock any more. And recently things have now taken an even more vicious twist. Her lover, Eric, is now insisting that I prove my subservience to black men in front of her.
We are both biologists, though we majored in different fields. We live in a moderately sized US town, and life in a small community can be dull at the best of times. The place we call home boasts an agricultural college, a few shops and a church. As the events began to unfold, I was working part time at the local college while my wife was spending most of her waking hours at home.
Our sex life was about as exciting as the town, and our problems stared when I made the mistake of trying to inject a little spice into our lovemaking. It sure needed spicing up - I was having trouble getting an erection, then when I did, I'd often ejaculate before I even entered my full-figured, large-breasted wife. To make matters worse, I had recently received a letter that knocked the confidence right out of me. It was from the clinic confirming my infertility. I would never be able to give a baby to the woman I loved.
"Cheer up love, there are plenty of other ways of getting pregnant," I chimed enthusiastically, but Allison's melancholy look told me she was bitterly disappointed. She was right to frown. When we actually looked at the cost, artificial insemination was clearly beyond my meagre wage packet. "Adoption then," I suggested but Allison pouted and said "Peter, I don't want someone else's child. I want to give birth to my own baby like real women do."
Well I was stumped. I thought Allison had a quite irrational way of looking at the matter, and we had a huge row. But the fact remained. Even if we cancelled our summer holiday we would not be able to afford any of the treatments on offer.
Alison is younger than me and has always previously had a healthy sexual appetite. As my confidence fell, my sexual problems grew, and I could tell she was getting fed up at being denied the powerful sex she loved. But then, as time went on, Allison's sexual appetite seemed to diminish. She stopped even wanting me to touch her in bed and, on the rare occasions we made love, she insisted I use a condom. Although nothing was said, I started to get the uncomfortable feeling that her lack of sexual response could be due to her female body rejecting the pheromones of an infertile male. One evening in bed I questioned her about her lack of appetite, and she whispered "Sorry love...you just don't do it for me any more...I don't know why, but you just don't. I just can't seem to get off on you."
I felt so unhappy and feeling a lump appearing in my throat, I said: "Allison, I love you. We made a vow for life, remember. We must sort this thing out between us. Maybe if we could try something new, darling, something that might get us both in the mood...our sex life might improve."
Well she agreed, and I guess it was the videos that first sparked her desire to breed with African males. I had come up with the idea of watching porno in bed, and she seemed to enjoy clutching the remote control as I lapped her dripping cunt and licked and caressed her broad thighs. Between my ministrations I couldn't help noticing that the black guys on the screen usually had much longer and broader sexual organs than their white counterparts.
But I was right, the films did make our sex life better, and Alison juiced up noticeably when watching the scenes on screen. She liked nothing better than mounting my rubber- clad cock while she watched two or more black guys pleasuring a white woman. It worked for me too, I couldn't help being turned on, filling my condom as I saw the sluts on screen milking black, horse-size weapons with their well-stuffed mouths and vaginas.
Soon Alison was actively going out and renting the films, sometimes visiting the video store without me present. She gradually took charge of the whole process, searching out the films that had black guys on the cover and bringing them home. She would rewind some scenes and play them again and again, loving the moments when actual black-white penetration first took place. She also became visibly aroused when she saw women being treated really rough. I remember her loving one particular scene where an African giant slaps a white woman's face and pulls her hair.
As I said, our love life improved somewhat, but the rest of our life was still on a downward spiral. Although I loved my trophy wife deeply, we were still arguing frequently. According to her, I was either working too hard or not bringing home enough money. She stayed at home during the day, and her boredom led to her watching the videos alone. As time passed by, my wife started to prefer dildo to my cock because she became less enthusiastic about our bedroom antics. She preferred to sort herself out with just her plastic tool during the day, and soon I was relegated to masturbating at night as my sexy wife lay asleep beside me. Despite her reluctance to involve me in her sexual games, my lust for her was greater than ever.
Our social life was still active, and all our friends seemed to know about the problems we were having in making a baby. It was even discussed at a couple of dinner parties we attended. Then one day Alison came up with a plan involving one of our social set, a handsome young black man called Eric.
With hindsight, I guess that the spiteful bitch had taken Eric's black cock long before she suggested we ask for help in our attempts at producing a child. Just when she started the affair is not clear, but I know now that she hatched the plot with him so they both could have a bit of fun at my expense. Initially, the idea sounded logical to me. Eric would produce the sperm to get my wife pregnant. Alison said Eric would simply masturbate into a large test tube, and shortly afterwards she would insert his potent love seed up her passage with her fingers. I was not sure about the idea, but Alison said that there need be no sexual contact between them, it was just a clinical sexual maneauvour. In return, she suggested, I could mow Eric's lawn and do odd jobs for him.
"Lots of members of my ****** have mated with different nationalities, and the babies have always came out white," she lied, and I believed her. Knowing we had few other options - and trusting my life partner implicitly - I concurred to her plan. We agreed that she could receive her first helping of Eric's sperm the following Saturday, when Alison would be at her most fertile.
As the night in question approached, I became more and more very apprehensive, and twice asked her to reconsider. I had no objections about the actual donation, but suggested that I go round to Eric's house with a test tube to collect the sample. "You can't do that," she said with a hint of impatience. "Anyone knows that sperm doesn't survive for more than a few minutes in the open air. As soon as he ejaculates, his spunk must be pushed straight up into my vagina. There can be no delay."
"So...what are you proposing?" I ventured.
"Well Peter, what do you suggest?" she fired back with a look of scorn on her face. When I came up with no reply, she looked down, then up again, took a deep breath and said matter-of-factly "look - the best way is if he comes over and masturbates, then immediately afterwards I impregnate myself with his sperm. The sooner I receive it after it comes out of his penis, the more potent it will be."
I was very unsure, but I loved my sweet wife madly and wanted her to have a baby more than anything else. Still, I insisted that I be present throughout the process, and she agreed. Basically, that's how it started. Allison's submission to black men, and her desertion of her husband.
Two hours later and I was standing there, collection tube in hand beside the rutting couple, unable to intervene as the huge African male furiously pumped his engorged black penis into the fertile woman's sopping vagina. He lay on top of her, gripping her thighs as they tongue kissed passionately, their bodies soaked in sweat. Neither of them gave a thought about me, they were just two prize human specimens on heat and in the process of breeding with intent. I will remember the sight for as long as I live.
Alison, the bitch, must have known full well she'd end up fucking with Eric. This elaborate charade was just a way of giving them some extra amusement as he took my wife from under my nose.
Earlier, when he had finished his drink and taken his cock out, I saw what I was up against. Moments later I knew that she was his. The almost reverent look in her eyes as she walked up to him told me so. My pretty wife was almost in a trance, as she began to stroke his ball-sac with her manicured hands.
I had started to speak but Eric had interrupted me "What' ch gonna do 'bout it, bitch" he had said, as his right hand pulled my flushed, ovulating wife to his muscular chest. He made her kneel at his feet, so she started stroking his thighs and back with her pretty hands.
After making her suck and lick his engorged cock, which she did willingly, he told her to lay back on the sofa and spread her legs. I was amazed at his size, but Allison's pussy was responding, gaping and slicker than I'd ever seen it, ready to receive him.
"Yo ready bitch" he said.
"Yeah," she gasped, then "Nnnn.ggg" as he eased in.
"Juh, Juh," he said as his fat black pole began to power hard into Allison's twat, "feel that bitch? Feel it?"
She must have been taking notes from the porn flicks; she knew all the lines. "Yes Eric" she gasped, closing her white, stocking-clad legs tight around his thrusting behind. "Ooooh yes, I can feel it...you're. so.....you're so fucking.....BIG!"
"You love it don't you bitch" said Eric, grasping her hair and roughly kissing her hips.
"Ooh, yes Eric, darling, I love your Big Black Cock" she breathed between thrusts, "I'm yours. Go on. Breed me. Pump your superior seed into my twat. Give me a baby. Fuck your sperm up me. Empty your big balls into me. Go on, spurt it up me. Oooh yes, keep going, I love it like that, good and hard. Black really is best."
The sight was destroying me, but it got worse. Just as he was about to come he pulled out, jetting quarts of semen all over her, completely soaking her tits, then her face, and the sheets below. "Noo!" she shrieked, the injured response that of a human female thwarted in her attempt to breed with a Grade 1 male.
"You gotta earn it, bitch," he said, stroking his diminishing but still immense cock. "You gotta prove to me that yo really my woman."
Alison was fondling her heavy breasts, pulling her nipples and licking the sperm from her tits. She was still breathing heavily. "I'm yo woman, Eric, yo slut, whatever you want me to be Eric," she breathed between licks, even mimicking his accent as she spread her legs wide. I'd never seen such a horny sight, and it completely floored me. Could this really be my pretty, modest wife?
Eric then took the plastic sperm-gathering appliance from my hand and examined it. "What da fuck dis for, white boy? She my bitch now, you just lost her to Black, aint that raht bitch."
"That's raht," Alison cooed, raising a leg and scooping a load of sperm from between her ample breasts. Rubbing it into her vagina, she continued: "I've even been reading up on it, Peter, I know more about it than you think. Black men belong to the stronger gene group. They are more fertile. That's why their bodies - and their cocks - are more attractive to white women. Sorry, but I only want to mate with black men from now on. And Eric is black."
Epilogue
After a few days I was hoping that things would calm down and we could find some way of saving our marriage. How wrong I was! Alison and I were not talking, and I guess she must have been scheming with him again while I was out putting in extra hours at work.
Eric and a couple of black friends met me as I walked back from the agricultural college. There was no attempt to be civil - he had a knife. "Get in the van, punk," he said viciously, prodding the weapon into my back. I had no alternative but to follow. Once in the van, I was slapped around between the three black men, kicked, punched, then forced to undress. A sharp knife was held to my balls as an electronic metal bracelet was fitted round my ankle.
"Yo gonna serve us and our slut or we castrate yo, pussy boy" said Eric, waving the knife menacingly just under my face. "This here's a homing tag, like they give the boyz just out o' jail. Any cop in the area can pick yo sad ass up whenever you leave the house. And yo know, white boy, that all cops round here are niggaz, or they serve us. They all work for the main man, bitch."
I had no choice. I was in no doubt that the men would torture me, remove my balls and even kill me if the inclination took them. Much as I despised it, I had to do exactly what they said.
So that is how I was forced to became Allison's pantyboy, while she became a fuck-toy for black men, a receptacle for African cock and an incubator for black babies. Now I am subjected to teasing, abuse and humiliation whenever Eric and his friends decide to pay a call. I am made to kneel in front of my wife, kissing her feet as I am caned hard on the buttocks. The men also delight in making me lick on their big cocks, and I am expected to do it with just as much enthusiasm as Alison, who still loves taking big black meat despite being three months pregnant.
What hurts me most is my wife's claim that it is, as she puts it, a "completely natural state of affairs." She says that in the animal kingdom, nothing could be more natural than a dominant male taking a female from a weaker male, then breeding her in front of his rival. This, apparently, puts the weaker male in no doubt that the female is no longer his property. Allison explains that the female of the species often confirms her new higher status by flaunting her lovemaking in front of her cuckolded ex-mate.
And that is exactly what she is doing to me.
This is the true story of how my pretty wife Allison deserted me to spend her life making babies for black men. That's about the whole truth of it. I have recently discovered the cruel fact that she simply couldn't care less about our marriage. It seems her wedding vows were just a sham. Now she actually enjoys flaunting her delicious, well-formed body in front of me, and she delights in telling me it is for the attention of blacks only, and she has no use for my little cock any more. And recently things have now taken an even more vicious twist. Her lover, Eric, is now insisting that I prove my subservience to black men in front of her.
We are both biologists, though we majored in different fields. We live in a moderately sized US town, and life in a small community can be dull at the best of times. The place we call home boasts an agricultural college, a few shops and a church. As the events began to unfold, I was working part time at the local college while my wife was spending most of her waking hours at home.
Our sex life was about as exciting as the town, and our problems stared when I made the mistake of trying to inject a little spice into our lovemaking. It sure needed spicing up - I was having trouble getting an erection, then when I did, I'd often ejaculate before I even entered my full-figured, large-breasted wife. To make matters worse, I had recently received a letter that knocked the confidence right out of me. It was from the clinic confirming my infertility. I would never be able to give a baby to the woman I loved.
"Cheer up love, there are plenty of other ways of getting pregnant," I chimed enthusiastically, but Allison's melancholy look told me she was bitterly disappointed. She was right to frown. When we actually looked at the cost, artificial insemination was clearly beyond my meagre wage packet. "Adoption then," I suggested but Allison pouted and said "Peter, I don't want someone else's child. I want to give birth to my own baby like real women do."
Well I was stumped. I thought Allison had a quite irrational way of looking at the matter, and we had a huge row. But the fact remained. Even if we cancelled our summer holiday we would not be able to afford any of the treatments on offer.
Alison is younger than me and has always previously had a healthy sexual appetite. As my confidence fell, my sexual problems grew, and I could tell she was getting fed up at being denied the powerful sex she loved. But then, as time went on, Allison's sexual appetite seemed to diminish. She stopped even wanting me to touch her in bed and, on the rare occasions we made love, she insisted I use a condom. Although nothing was said, I started to get the uncomfortable feeling that her lack of sexual response could be due to her female body rejecting the pheromones of an infertile male. One evening in bed I questioned her about her lack of appetite, and she whispered "Sorry love...you just don't do it for me any more...I don't know why, but you just don't. I just can't seem to get off on you."
I felt so unhappy and feeling a lump appearing in my throat, I said: "Allison, I love you. We made a vow for life, remember. We must sort this thing out between us. Maybe if we could try something new, darling, something that might get us both in the mood...our sex life might improve."
Well she agreed, and I guess it was the videos that first sparked her desire to breed with African males. I had come up with the idea of watching porno in bed, and she seemed to enjoy clutching the remote control as I lapped her dripping cunt and licked and caressed her broad thighs. Between my ministrations I couldn't help noticing that the black guys on the screen usually had much longer and broader sexual organs than their white counterparts.
But I was right, the films did make our sex life better, and Alison juiced up noticeably when watching the scenes on screen. She liked nothing better than mounting my rubber- clad cock while she watched two or more black guys pleasuring a white woman. It worked for me too, I couldn't help being turned on, filling my condom as I saw the sluts on screen milking black, horse-size weapons with their well-stuffed mouths and vaginas.
Soon Alison was actively going out and renting the films, sometimes visiting the video store without me present. She gradually took charge of the whole process, searching out the films that had black guys on the cover and bringing them home. She would rewind some scenes and play them again and again, loving the moments when actual black-white penetration first took place. She also became visibly aroused when she saw women being treated really rough. I remember her loving one particular scene where an African giant slaps a white woman's face and pulls her hair.
As I said, our love life improved somewhat, but the rest of our life was still on a downward spiral. Although I loved my trophy wife deeply, we were still arguing frequently. According to her, I was either working too hard or not bringing home enough money. She stayed at home during the day, and her boredom led to her watching the videos alone. As time passed by, my wife started to prefer dildo to my cock because she became less enthusiastic about our bedroom antics. She preferred to sort herself out with just her plastic tool during the day, and soon I was relegated to masturbating at night as my sexy wife lay asleep beside me. Despite her reluctance to involve me in her sexual games, my lust for her was greater than ever.
Our social life was still active, and all our friends seemed to know about the problems we were having in making a baby. It was even discussed at a couple of dinner parties we attended. Then one day Alison came up with a plan involving one of our social set, a handsome young black man called Eric.
With hindsight, I guess that the spiteful bitch had taken Eric's black cock long before she suggested we ask for help in our attempts at producing a child. Just when she started the affair is not clear, but I know now that she hatched the plot with him so they both could have a bit of fun at my expense. Initially, the idea sounded logical to me. Eric would produce the sperm to get my wife pregnant. Alison said Eric would simply masturbate into a large test tube, and shortly afterwards she would insert his potent love seed up her passage with her fingers. I was not sure about the idea, but Alison said that there need be no sexual contact between them, it was just a clinical sexual maneauvour. In return, she suggested, I could mow Eric's lawn and do odd jobs for him.
"Lots of members of my ****** have mated with different nationalities, and the babies have always came out white," she lied, and I believed her. Knowing we had few other options - and trusting my life partner implicitly - I concurred to her plan. We agreed that she could receive her first helping of Eric's sperm the following Saturday, when Alison would be at her most fertile.
As the night in question approached, I became more and more very apprehensive, and twice asked her to reconsider. I had no objections about the actual donation, but suggested that I go round to Eric's house with a test tube to collect the sample. "You can't do that," she said with a hint of impatience. "Anyone knows that sperm doesn't survive for more than a few minutes in the open air. As soon as he ejaculates, his spunk must be pushed straight up into my vagina. There can be no delay."
"So...what are you proposing?" I ventured.
"Well Peter, what do you suggest?" she fired back with a look of scorn on her face. When I came up with no reply, she looked down, then up again, took a deep breath and said matter-of-factly "look - the best way is if he comes over and masturbates, then immediately afterwards I impregnate myself with his sperm. The sooner I receive it after it comes out of his penis, the more potent it will be."
I was very unsure, but I loved my sweet wife madly and wanted her to have a baby more than anything else. Still, I insisted that I be present throughout the process, and she agreed. Basically, that's how it started. Allison's submission to black men, and her desertion of her husband.
Two hours later and I was standing there, collection tube in hand beside the rutting couple, unable to intervene as the huge African male furiously pumped his engorged black penis into the fertile woman's sopping vagina. He lay on top of her, gripping her thighs as they tongue kissed passionately, their bodies soaked in sweat. Neither of them gave a thought about me, they were just two prize human specimens on heat and in the process of breeding with intent. I will remember the sight for as long as I live.
Alison, the bitch, must have known full well she'd end up fucking with Eric. This elaborate charade was just a way of giving them some extra amusement as he took my wife from under my nose.
Earlier, when he had finished his drink and taken his cock out, I saw what I was up against. Moments later I knew that she was his. The almost reverent look in her eyes as she walked up to him told me so. My pretty wife was almost in a trance, as she began to stroke his ball-sac with her manicured hands.
I had started to speak but Eric had interrupted me "What' ch gonna do 'bout it, bitch" he had said, as his right hand pulled my flushed, ovulating wife to his muscular chest. He made her kneel at his feet, so she started stroking his thighs and back with her pretty hands.
After making her suck and lick his engorged cock, which she did willingly, he told her to lay back on the sofa and spread her legs. I was amazed at his size, but Allison's pussy was responding, gaping and slicker than I'd ever seen it, ready to receive him.
"Yo ready bitch" he said.
"Yeah," she gasped, then "Nnnn.ggg" as he eased in.
"Juh, Juh," he said as his fat black pole began to power hard into Allison's twat, "feel that bitch? Feel it?"
She must have been taking notes from the porn flicks; she knew all the lines. "Yes Eric" she gasped, closing her white, stocking-clad legs tight around his thrusting behind. "Ooooh yes, I can feel it...you're. so.....you're so fucking.....BIG!"
"You love it don't you bitch" said Eric, grasping her hair and roughly kissing her hips.
"Ooh, yes Eric, darling, I love your Big Black Cock" she breathed between thrusts, "I'm yours. Go on. Breed me. Pump your superior seed into my twat. Give me a baby. Fuck your sperm up me. Empty your big balls into me. Go on, spurt it up me. Oooh yes, keep going, I love it like that, good and hard. Black really is best."
The sight was destroying me, but it got worse. Just as he was about to come he pulled out, jetting quarts of semen all over her, completely soaking her tits, then her face, and the sheets below. "Noo!" she shrieked, the injured response that of a human female thwarted in her attempt to breed with a Grade 1 male.
"You gotta earn it, bitch," he said, stroking his diminishing but still immense cock. "You gotta prove to me that yo really my woman."
Alison was fondling her heavy breasts, pulling her nipples and licking the sperm from her tits. She was still breathing heavily. "I'm yo woman, Eric, yo slut, whatever you want me to be Eric," she breathed between licks, even mimicking his accent as she spread her legs wide. I'd never seen such a horny sight, and it completely floored me. Could this really be my pretty, modest wife?
Eric then took the plastic sperm-gathering appliance from my hand and examined it. "What da fuck dis for, white boy? She my bitch now, you just lost her to Black, aint that raht bitch."
"That's raht," Alison cooed, raising a leg and scooping a load of sperm from between her ample breasts. Rubbing it into her vagina, she continued: "I've even been reading up on it, Peter, I know more about it than you think. Black men belong to the stronger gene group. They are more fertile. That's why their bodies - and their cocks - are more attractive to white women. Sorry, but I only want to mate with black men from now on. And Eric is black."
Epilogue
After a few days I was hoping that things would calm down and we could find some way of saving our marriage. How wrong I was! Alison and I were not talking, and I guess she must have been scheming with him again while I was out putting in extra hours at work.
Eric and a couple of black friends met me as I walked back from the agricultural college. There was no attempt to be civil - he had a knife. "Get in the van, punk," he said viciously, prodding the weapon into my back. I had no alternative but to follow. Once in the van, I was slapped around between the three black men, kicked, punched, then forced to undress. A sharp knife was held to my balls as an electronic metal bracelet was fitted round my ankle.
"Yo gonna serve us and our slut or we castrate yo, pussy boy" said Eric, waving the knife menacingly just under my face. "This here's a homing tag, like they give the boyz just out o' jail. Any cop in the area can pick yo sad ass up whenever you leave the house. And yo know, white boy, that all cops round here are niggaz, or they serve us. They all work for the main man, bitch."
I had no choice. I was in no doubt that the men would torture me, remove my balls and even kill me if the inclination took them. Much as I despised it, I had to do exactly what they said.
So that is how I was forced to became Allison's pantyboy, while she became a fuck-toy for black men, a receptacle for African cock and an incubator for black babies. Now I am subjected to teasing, abuse and humiliation whenever Eric and his friends decide to pay a call. I am made to kneel in front of my wife, kissing her feet as I am caned hard on the buttocks. The men also delight in making me lick on their big cocks, and I am expected to do it with just as much enthusiasm as Alison, who still loves taking big black meat despite being three months pregnant.
What hurts me most is my wife's claim that it is, as she puts it, a "completely natural state of affairs." She says that in the animal kingdom, nothing could be more natural than a dominant male taking a female from a weaker male, then breeding her in front of his rival. This, apparently, puts the weaker male in no doubt that the female is no longer his property. Allison explains that the female of the species often confirms her new higher status by flaunting her lovemaking in front of her cuckolded ex-mate.
And that is exactly what she is doing to me.
