I have read many, many stories, fantasies, philosophies and fetishes about a married white couple intentionally allowing a black man to impregnate the white wife. Despite reams of testimony the event occurs far fewer times than most imagine but often enough the numbers might surprise Mr. and Mrs. Middle America. I know because my wife and I intentionally made the decision.
My wife Cathy and me had been married for 5 years; I was 27 and Cathy was 28. It had been Cathy’s dream to have a large ******, everyone knew it and everyone was quite vocal in encouraging us to start our large ****** immediately. The only problem was that Cathy couldn’t get pregnant. We tried everything, different positions, different environments, medications for her, medications for me, lab tests; the works. The results, however, remained the same. Each month arrived and left without Cathy being pregnant.
My wife is considered ‘petite’ at 5’2” and 120lbs. She’s attractive and has always gotten her share of flirtatious males coming on to her. Cathy is a 34C-22-35 and her diminutive stature makes her tits look bigger and heavier. Her ass is great – plump and round and firm and she has good-looking legs. Cathy has light brown hair that she lightens and, at times highlights and hazel eyes. She is also very impatient and five years of barrenness weighed heavily on her.
“I give up,” Cathy sighed one evening as we lay in bed. Her head was on my shoulder and her sexy body was pressed against me. “I can’t think of anything more we can do”. She sighed deeply again. Some sympathetic friends had urged us to go the in vitro route but Cathy rejected that outright because a.) it cost too much; and b.) it wasn’t natural. “I’d feel like our child was a glorified lab rat,” she complained. So we laid in the semi-darkness of the room contemplating our lot.
“Maybe we ought to find someone who can get the job done,” I half-joked. “Y’know, like in the old days when they had real studs to do the work”. I had intended the remark to be off-hand but to my surprise, Cathy picked up on it quickly.
“I’d do it,” she said wistfully, “honest I would”. I looked at her with some surprise.
“Really?”
“Yes,” her answer was direct. “If that’s what it takes to get pregnant, I’d do it in a heartbeat”. The idea of another man fucking Cathy made my cock stir. Sure, we’d laughed and joked about many things like that but never within the serious context of this discussion.
“Who would we get?” I asked, rising to the challenge of the topic. I was thinking out loud actually.
“Somebody with a good track record,” Cathy chimed in, her creative thought processes kicking in. “I mean, it’d have to be some guy who’s made a lot of babies. I’d need to know that.
“Probably a black guy,” the words tumbled from my mouth before I really even thought about it and I laid there a bit anxious for a moment; I hadn’t meant Cathy to hear it but it was too late now. “I wouldn’t care,” my wife surprised me again. “As long as I got pregnant”. That opened the door to a mass of questions.
“You’d have a black man’s baby?” I asked and saw Cathy nod briefly. “He’d have to be someone you liked or at least was comfortable with,” I added, now curious to see my wife’s reactions.
“Of course,” she replied. “If a guy is gonna put a baby in my belly,” she pressed tighter against me, “I ought to at least like him”. Then, declaring she just wanted to go to sleep, Cathy rolled over and soon drifted off.
The topic remained with her, however. Much to my amazement, it was Cathy who broached the subject a week later, once again as we laid in bed talking.
“Sheila and Marsha at work said I ought to try a black guy,” Cathy almost whispered as her hand slid to my cock and fondled it. Both women were black and had worked in the office with Cathy since we’d gotten married. “We’ve been talking about it,” my wife said. My cock hardened and Cathy gripped it lightly and stroked. “They said I should find a single guy who’s fathered several kids already”.
“Would you?” I asked, now fully erect and enjoying my wife’s hand. “Yes,” Cathy answered quickly. “I told you…whatever it takes for me to get pregnant. Marsha said nobody is better than a black man”. Her hand paused. “Would you be okay with that?” she looked at me. “I mean, the baby would be ours and all that. I’d just get it from a black guy”. Her hand began stroking again.
“My only concern,” I managed to get out , ‘would be you’d end up doing more than liking whoever it is. I mean, you’ll be having his baby and feelings will develop”. Cathy kept stroking my rock hard cock and shrugged.
“It’s just making a baby,” she stated. “It’s mechanical”. She squeezed me cock. “Would you be okay with it?”
I shot a string of cum over my belly and Cathy’s hand. “Yes,” I nodded.
Evidently Marsha and Sheila were dead set on Cathy getting pregnant by a black guy. They found someone both claimed was the ‘perfect mate’. His name was Jeff and, according to what they told Cathy, who, in turn, told me, he’d fathered five babies with three different women. They wanted Cathy to meet him. “I’d like to go to dinner with him tomorrow,” Cathy asked, eyes locked on mine as she pressed her big tits at my chest. “Okay?” Once again I assented and Cathy was excited. She got home around 8 o’clock, face flushed and bubbling with excitement.
“He is so hot,” she said, undressing for bed. “He is polite and understanding and even said that if everything happens right, he has no interest in having any part in the baby’s life and will even sign an agreement!” She acted as if it were all a dream come true. “But I want to go out with him once more,” Cathy told me, “just to be sure”. The ‘going out’ evidently involved more than just dinner. That night Cathy admitted she had seen his cock and was simply mesmerized by it. “It’s so big and thick,” she swore softly. I scowled and her features softened. “Don’t be silly,” she told me, putting a hand on my chest. “I just wanted to see it…I was curious”. She giggled. “But I can understand why he’s made so many babies!”
The next ‘step’ was for me to meet Jeff which I did over dinner in a small restaurant near the house. He was, indeed, a nice looking guy, athletic and muscular and spoke in a deep, well modulated and courteous voice. I couldn’t help notice how Cathy kept staring at him and when he’d wink at her, she’d blush deep crimson. After assuring us both all was was interested in was getting Cathy pregnant, the conversation devolved into when and where.
“Our bed,” Cathy affirmed without looking at me. “I want the baby conceived in my bed, in my house”. My face flushed, I nodded without saying anything. “I will mark down all the days I am ovulating,” Cathy spoke excitedly and affectionately to the big black man, Jeff. “I think your husband should be involved somehow,” Jeff suggested, glancing quickly at me. I felt my face get warm. “I mean, he’s going to be the father of record,” Jeff pointed out.
“True,” Cathy agreed as if the idea occurred for the first time to her. Looking at Jeff but placing a hand on my arm, she said, “We’ll figure out that part as we go along”. I began to think I was going to end up a definite ‘hanger on’ and felt the twinges of insecurity building. Cathy pulled out a small pocket calendar and showed Jeff the days she’d outlined in red. “Ovulating” she told him.
Jeff smiled. “In heat,” he replied. Cathy frowned, confused. Jeff put a large hand atop hers. “When females get ready to reproduce,” he explained, “it’s called ‘going into estrus’ or ‘going into heat’,” he grinned. “I like the way it sounds”. My wife, flushed and obviously eager to please, nodded vigorously.
“Yes,” she agreed. “The days in red are when I am in heat”. The next Friday night was Cathy’s first day ‘in heat’ and Jeff was scheduled to come over at 8. All Cathy could think about was “Do you think it will happen the first time?” I had to shrug.
“Babe,” I warned her, “it’s been five years and nothing’s happened. Please don’t plan on everything happening in one night”. Cathy was a whirlwind around the house; the bed linens were stripped and replaced, sheets and pillows perfumed, Cathy seemed to spend forever deciding what to wear on her ‘special night’. I was surprised at how she had choreographed things in her head. Naturally it was a very big deal for her and I am sure she wanted it to be as dramatic as possible also. If it made her happy, I would go along with it.
Jeff arrived at 7:45 and he and I had drinks and small talk. I explained how Cathy had gone into overdrive for the night and he seemed amused also. At 8 I left Jeff in the den and went upstairs to the bedroom where I found my wife breathing rapidly and obviously excited. She wore a simply, semi-transparent nightie tied at the throat and a matching set of bikini panties. “Excited?” I asked; my own stomach was full of butterflies. Cathy nodded and plucked several tissues from atop her nightstand. She quickly pressed them between her thighs and brought them away to show me a glistening mass of pussy juice. It was readily apparent she was exceedingly aroused. I gave her a kiss and would’ve made it last longer but my wife gently pushed me away. It was time for the main event. As she had decided, I took her hand and led her down the stairway and into the den where Jeff waited. The black man’s eyes grew wide as he stared at Cathy’s big tits swaying slightly and the pink nipples hard and erect and poking thru the silk of her nightie. Jeff’s eyes dropped slightly and he stared at the dark ‘V’ of brown hair between Cathy’s thighs. Taking her hand, he drew my wife to him and asked if she were ready. In reply, Cathy gripped his big hand, turned and led him to the stairs.
“Give us 10 minutes alone before you come up,” Cathy whispered to me in a husky, sensual voice. I watched my wife’s round, sexy ass wiggling as she took Jeff to our bedroom. I heard them in the bedroom momentarily and then all became quite. Ten minutes passed horrendously slow and I tried to appear patient and almost nonchalant as I mounted the stairs and entered our bedroom. My dick was already hard and it began throbbing.
Cathy lay on her back, panties off now and thighs spread wide; the aroma of her wet pussy filled the room. Her nightie was opened and those two big tits were being kissed and suckled by Jeff as Cathy ran her hands over his head and watched as each nipple disappeared into his mouth. They’d arranged a small armchair at bedside and I immediately assumed this was for me – watching would be my participation. I heard Jeff murmuring; he was nude and laying atop Cathy at an angle. “Will you feed our black baby from these big, white titties?” he asked and Cathy groaned, arching her back and hissing “Yessss”.
I was my wife’s hand moving beneath Jeff and the black man lifted up allowing Cathy to handle his big cock. Again my wife sighed and groaned and I saw her slender fingers trying to hold the thick, dark brown girth of Jeff’s cock. His balls seemed swollen and heavy; filled with sperm for my wife I guessed and Cathy’s hand moved back and forth on the cock as one of Jeff’s big brown fingers worked its way up into Cathy’s pussy. She arched her back once more and opened her thighs wider to allow the black man to slowly finger fuck her while she began rolling her hips. “Are you ready for breeding?” Jeff softly asked Cathy who nodded rapidly.
Jeff sat up and moved between my wife’s thighs. Cathy immediately drew her legs back, bent at the knee and her left hand went to her pussy, fingers ruffling thru the hair. Both she and Jeff turned to me. “Honey, put him in me. Show us you want his baby in me”. That shocked me. I was totally unprepared and unsuspecting. I looked on the bed and saw both Amy and Jeff looking at me expectantly. “Please honey,” Cathy pleaded. “Put him in so we can make our baby”. My mouth was dry and my heart raced.
I slid from the chair like a zombie; like I was watching myself move. Jeff’s cock was long and very thick, vary dark brown with a wide, lighter brown head. Cathy’s pussy was opened with her spread legs and as I leaned over I could see Jeff’s cock resting at my wife’s pussy. “Put him in, honey,” Cathy was cooing and I reached with my left hand and used my fingers to open her pussy lips wider. Jeff’s cock was very warm and seemed to pulse in my hand and actually felt heavy. I moved the wide head up and down Cathy’s slit and felt and heard her stiffen and groan.
“Put it in,” Jeff almost commanded quietly. “Push it in so I can breed your wife the way she needs”. I was trembling and pushed his cock into Cathy’s hole. The head slipped in and Cathy moaned, both hands going to Jeff’s arms as she humped her hips.
“Go deep, baby, go deep. Fill me!” and with that, Jeff simply began thrusting his hips slowly and that heavy black cock slid up into Cathy inch y inch; I watched it disappear until Jeff’s bloated ball sac was nudged against Cathy’s upturned asscheeks. He was fully inserted. Cathy’s arms came around Jeff’s neck and her hips began rolling as she churned her delicious ass on the bed and humped her pussy on his big cock. I moved to the foot of the bed and saw her pussy lips stretched into a ‘O’ around the thick girth and watched it plunge slowly in and out…in and out…in and out. With each deep thrust in, Cathy grunted loudly. Her ass clenched and churned in small circles and her hips strained up at Jeff. Loud slurpy sounds came from my wife’s hole as juices appeared around the juncture of cock and pussy. Jeff’s hips kept pumping, churning the pussy juice into a froth and Cathy was lewdly sucking his tongue until she began tossing her head back and forth urging the black man mounted atop her on. “Fuck me, baby,” she was groaning thru gritted teeth. “Fuck that white pussy and give me your seed. Make my white belly swell big and round with your baby!” The room smelled of sex and Cathy kept urging Jeff to empty himself in her.
With a squealing, groaning, whimpering cry Cathy had a massive climax and Jeff slid his hands to her plump asscheeks and gripped them, driving deep. I knew what was happening. Jets of potent black seed were spurting deep into my wife’s belly. I saw thick globs of semen slop from her engorged pussy to catch on the fine hair around her pussy lips and the hairs on Jeff’s sac. A silver stream of seed slid down into Cathy’s asscrack and still they both fucked at each other. Finally the tempo slowed. Cathy’s legs slid down and Jeff, with a soft chuckle, withdrew his heavy, wet cock. “Look,” he told me. My wife’s pussy gaped open and in the hole was a mass of pearly sperm brimming up from within. He had squirted such a mound of baby cream into Cathy’s hole it welled up. Her pussy lips had jiggling strings of semen stretched between them and Cathy let out a deep sigh when Jeff pushed his cock back inside and plugged the hole. They lay like that for several minutes, caressing each other and kissing.
“Honey,” Cathy said in a hoarse, shaky whisper. “Let Jeff and me have some private time alone so we can keep working on our baby,” she said, not looking at me but up into Jeff’s eyes. I complied, slowly, suspiciously and as I went thru the doorway I looked back to see them tongue-kissing as Cathy began a slow humping on the cock again. Jeff seeded Cathy all four days she was in heat. They kept in touch by phone and, I am quite sure, meeting secretly. By the time Cathy was ready to be seeded again, she was pregnant. Potent African sperm had done what nothing else could – put a baby in my wife’s belly. Cathy insisted she and Jeff continue the breeding. She was excited, flush with arousal and happy to be pregnant.
“I want to keep seeing him,” Cathy whispered one night as she fondled my cock. “It’s only right; he’s the baby’s father”. Her hand closed around my dick and as she began stroking she kept up her plea. “I’m having his black baby,” she told me gently, rubbing her furry pussy on my thigh. “The baby’s daddy should always get preference, right?” I could just nod my head. “I want him seeing me carry his baby,” Cathy insisted. “I want him knowing how womanly he’s made me feel”. And even as Cathy’s belly began to expand and bulge heavily, Jeff continued to come over and they’d go, hand in hand, directly to the bedroom. Everyone at Cathy’s job knew the baby was black and both Marsha and Sheila reveled in lifting my wife’s maternity top just to caress the swollen white belly. Her breasts became so heavy with milk I don’t see how she managed. They seemed like two watermelons atop her bulging, heavily rounded stomach and the slightest touch caused milk to squirt from her elongated, dark nipples.
Cathy delivered a healthy black baby boy and immediately named him Geoffrey. We were both pleasantly surprised there was no post-partum blues. Instead, by the 3rd week back home, Cathy began preparing me for the next baby.
“You were right,” she told me softly as we sat on the sofa and she stroked my cock. “I am in love with Jeff,” she squeezed my dick. “Not like I love you,” she immediately added but I am still in love with him”. I laid my head back on the couch and hefted one of her heavy tits. “I told him I wanted him to breed me again,” she said in a soft voice. “We are going to start as soon as I go in heat again. I want our son to have a brother or sister,” she smiled.
“Our son?” I frowned for a moment.
“Yes,” Cathy milked my cock. “Jeff and me,” she said and giggled. “I want to give Jeff another baby right away”. As I was ready to cum, Cathy aimed my cock at her milk-heavy tit and sprayed it with my cum. “After that maybe you and I can decide if we want to have a baby too”. About having babies…it’s not as easy as you think.
My wife Cathy and me had been married for 5 years; I was 27 and Cathy was 28. It had been Cathy’s dream to have a large ******, everyone knew it and everyone was quite vocal in encouraging us to start our large ****** immediately. The only problem was that Cathy couldn’t get pregnant. We tried everything, different positions, different environments, medications for her, medications for me, lab tests; the works. The results, however, remained the same. Each month arrived and left without Cathy being pregnant.
My wife is considered ‘petite’ at 5’2” and 120lbs. She’s attractive and has always gotten her share of flirtatious males coming on to her. Cathy is a 34C-22-35 and her diminutive stature makes her tits look bigger and heavier. Her ass is great – plump and round and firm and she has good-looking legs. Cathy has light brown hair that she lightens and, at times highlights and hazel eyes. She is also very impatient and five years of barrenness weighed heavily on her.
“I give up,” Cathy sighed one evening as we lay in bed. Her head was on my shoulder and her sexy body was pressed against me. “I can’t think of anything more we can do”. She sighed deeply again. Some sympathetic friends had urged us to go the in vitro route but Cathy rejected that outright because a.) it cost too much; and b.) it wasn’t natural. “I’d feel like our child was a glorified lab rat,” she complained. So we laid in the semi-darkness of the room contemplating our lot.
“Maybe we ought to find someone who can get the job done,” I half-joked. “Y’know, like in the old days when they had real studs to do the work”. I had intended the remark to be off-hand but to my surprise, Cathy picked up on it quickly.
“I’d do it,” she said wistfully, “honest I would”. I looked at her with some surprise.
“Really?”
“Yes,” her answer was direct. “If that’s what it takes to get pregnant, I’d do it in a heartbeat”. The idea of another man fucking Cathy made my cock stir. Sure, we’d laughed and joked about many things like that but never within the serious context of this discussion.
“Who would we get?” I asked, rising to the challenge of the topic. I was thinking out loud actually.
“Somebody with a good track record,” Cathy chimed in, her creative thought processes kicking in. “I mean, it’d have to be some guy who’s made a lot of babies. I’d need to know that.
“Probably a black guy,” the words tumbled from my mouth before I really even thought about it and I laid there a bit anxious for a moment; I hadn’t meant Cathy to hear it but it was too late now. “I wouldn’t care,” my wife surprised me again. “As long as I got pregnant”. That opened the door to a mass of questions.
“You’d have a black man’s baby?” I asked and saw Cathy nod briefly. “He’d have to be someone you liked or at least was comfortable with,” I added, now curious to see my wife’s reactions.
“Of course,” she replied. “If a guy is gonna put a baby in my belly,” she pressed tighter against me, “I ought to at least like him”. Then, declaring she just wanted to go to sleep, Cathy rolled over and soon drifted off.
The topic remained with her, however. Much to my amazement, it was Cathy who broached the subject a week later, once again as we laid in bed talking.
“Sheila and Marsha at work said I ought to try a black guy,” Cathy almost whispered as her hand slid to my cock and fondled it. Both women were black and had worked in the office with Cathy since we’d gotten married. “We’ve been talking about it,” my wife said. My cock hardened and Cathy gripped it lightly and stroked. “They said I should find a single guy who’s fathered several kids already”.
“Would you?” I asked, now fully erect and enjoying my wife’s hand. “Yes,” Cathy answered quickly. “I told you…whatever it takes for me to get pregnant. Marsha said nobody is better than a black man”. Her hand paused. “Would you be okay with that?” she looked at me. “I mean, the baby would be ours and all that. I’d just get it from a black guy”. Her hand began stroking again.
“My only concern,” I managed to get out , ‘would be you’d end up doing more than liking whoever it is. I mean, you’ll be having his baby and feelings will develop”. Cathy kept stroking my rock hard cock and shrugged.
“It’s just making a baby,” she stated. “It’s mechanical”. She squeezed me cock. “Would you be okay with it?”
I shot a string of cum over my belly and Cathy’s hand. “Yes,” I nodded.
Evidently Marsha and Sheila were dead set on Cathy getting pregnant by a black guy. They found someone both claimed was the ‘perfect mate’. His name was Jeff and, according to what they told Cathy, who, in turn, told me, he’d fathered five babies with three different women. They wanted Cathy to meet him. “I’d like to go to dinner with him tomorrow,” Cathy asked, eyes locked on mine as she pressed her big tits at my chest. “Okay?” Once again I assented and Cathy was excited. She got home around 8 o’clock, face flushed and bubbling with excitement.
“He is so hot,” she said, undressing for bed. “He is polite and understanding and even said that if everything happens right, he has no interest in having any part in the baby’s life and will even sign an agreement!” She acted as if it were all a dream come true. “But I want to go out with him once more,” Cathy told me, “just to be sure”. The ‘going out’ evidently involved more than just dinner. That night Cathy admitted she had seen his cock and was simply mesmerized by it. “It’s so big and thick,” she swore softly. I scowled and her features softened. “Don’t be silly,” she told me, putting a hand on my chest. “I just wanted to see it…I was curious”. She giggled. “But I can understand why he’s made so many babies!”
The next ‘step’ was for me to meet Jeff which I did over dinner in a small restaurant near the house. He was, indeed, a nice looking guy, athletic and muscular and spoke in a deep, well modulated and courteous voice. I couldn’t help notice how Cathy kept staring at him and when he’d wink at her, she’d blush deep crimson. After assuring us both all was was interested in was getting Cathy pregnant, the conversation devolved into when and where.
“Our bed,” Cathy affirmed without looking at me. “I want the baby conceived in my bed, in my house”. My face flushed, I nodded without saying anything. “I will mark down all the days I am ovulating,” Cathy spoke excitedly and affectionately to the big black man, Jeff. “I think your husband should be involved somehow,” Jeff suggested, glancing quickly at me. I felt my face get warm. “I mean, he’s going to be the father of record,” Jeff pointed out.
“True,” Cathy agreed as if the idea occurred for the first time to her. Looking at Jeff but placing a hand on my arm, she said, “We’ll figure out that part as we go along”. I began to think I was going to end up a definite ‘hanger on’ and felt the twinges of insecurity building. Cathy pulled out a small pocket calendar and showed Jeff the days she’d outlined in red. “Ovulating” she told him.
Jeff smiled. “In heat,” he replied. Cathy frowned, confused. Jeff put a large hand atop hers. “When females get ready to reproduce,” he explained, “it’s called ‘going into estrus’ or ‘going into heat’,” he grinned. “I like the way it sounds”. My wife, flushed and obviously eager to please, nodded vigorously.
“Yes,” she agreed. “The days in red are when I am in heat”. The next Friday night was Cathy’s first day ‘in heat’ and Jeff was scheduled to come over at 8. All Cathy could think about was “Do you think it will happen the first time?” I had to shrug.
“Babe,” I warned her, “it’s been five years and nothing’s happened. Please don’t plan on everything happening in one night”. Cathy was a whirlwind around the house; the bed linens were stripped and replaced, sheets and pillows perfumed, Cathy seemed to spend forever deciding what to wear on her ‘special night’. I was surprised at how she had choreographed things in her head. Naturally it was a very big deal for her and I am sure she wanted it to be as dramatic as possible also. If it made her happy, I would go along with it.
Jeff arrived at 7:45 and he and I had drinks and small talk. I explained how Cathy had gone into overdrive for the night and he seemed amused also. At 8 I left Jeff in the den and went upstairs to the bedroom where I found my wife breathing rapidly and obviously excited. She wore a simply, semi-transparent nightie tied at the throat and a matching set of bikini panties. “Excited?” I asked; my own stomach was full of butterflies. Cathy nodded and plucked several tissues from atop her nightstand. She quickly pressed them between her thighs and brought them away to show me a glistening mass of pussy juice. It was readily apparent she was exceedingly aroused. I gave her a kiss and would’ve made it last longer but my wife gently pushed me away. It was time for the main event. As she had decided, I took her hand and led her down the stairway and into the den where Jeff waited. The black man’s eyes grew wide as he stared at Cathy’s big tits swaying slightly and the pink nipples hard and erect and poking thru the silk of her nightie. Jeff’s eyes dropped slightly and he stared at the dark ‘V’ of brown hair between Cathy’s thighs. Taking her hand, he drew my wife to him and asked if she were ready. In reply, Cathy gripped his big hand, turned and led him to the stairs.
“Give us 10 minutes alone before you come up,” Cathy whispered to me in a husky, sensual voice. I watched my wife’s round, sexy ass wiggling as she took Jeff to our bedroom. I heard them in the bedroom momentarily and then all became quite. Ten minutes passed horrendously slow and I tried to appear patient and almost nonchalant as I mounted the stairs and entered our bedroom. My dick was already hard and it began throbbing.
Cathy lay on her back, panties off now and thighs spread wide; the aroma of her wet pussy filled the room. Her nightie was opened and those two big tits were being kissed and suckled by Jeff as Cathy ran her hands over his head and watched as each nipple disappeared into his mouth. They’d arranged a small armchair at bedside and I immediately assumed this was for me – watching would be my participation. I heard Jeff murmuring; he was nude and laying atop Cathy at an angle. “Will you feed our black baby from these big, white titties?” he asked and Cathy groaned, arching her back and hissing “Yessss”.
I was my wife’s hand moving beneath Jeff and the black man lifted up allowing Cathy to handle his big cock. Again my wife sighed and groaned and I saw her slender fingers trying to hold the thick, dark brown girth of Jeff’s cock. His balls seemed swollen and heavy; filled with sperm for my wife I guessed and Cathy’s hand moved back and forth on the cock as one of Jeff’s big brown fingers worked its way up into Cathy’s pussy. She arched her back once more and opened her thighs wider to allow the black man to slowly finger fuck her while she began rolling her hips. “Are you ready for breeding?” Jeff softly asked Cathy who nodded rapidly.
Jeff sat up and moved between my wife’s thighs. Cathy immediately drew her legs back, bent at the knee and her left hand went to her pussy, fingers ruffling thru the hair. Both she and Jeff turned to me. “Honey, put him in me. Show us you want his baby in me”. That shocked me. I was totally unprepared and unsuspecting. I looked on the bed and saw both Amy and Jeff looking at me expectantly. “Please honey,” Cathy pleaded. “Put him in so we can make our baby”. My mouth was dry and my heart raced.
I slid from the chair like a zombie; like I was watching myself move. Jeff’s cock was long and very thick, vary dark brown with a wide, lighter brown head. Cathy’s pussy was opened with her spread legs and as I leaned over I could see Jeff’s cock resting at my wife’s pussy. “Put him in, honey,” Cathy was cooing and I reached with my left hand and used my fingers to open her pussy lips wider. Jeff’s cock was very warm and seemed to pulse in my hand and actually felt heavy. I moved the wide head up and down Cathy’s slit and felt and heard her stiffen and groan.
“Put it in,” Jeff almost commanded quietly. “Push it in so I can breed your wife the way she needs”. I was trembling and pushed his cock into Cathy’s hole. The head slipped in and Cathy moaned, both hands going to Jeff’s arms as she humped her hips.
“Go deep, baby, go deep. Fill me!” and with that, Jeff simply began thrusting his hips slowly and that heavy black cock slid up into Cathy inch y inch; I watched it disappear until Jeff’s bloated ball sac was nudged against Cathy’s upturned asscheeks. He was fully inserted. Cathy’s arms came around Jeff’s neck and her hips began rolling as she churned her delicious ass on the bed and humped her pussy on his big cock. I moved to the foot of the bed and saw her pussy lips stretched into a ‘O’ around the thick girth and watched it plunge slowly in and out…in and out…in and out. With each deep thrust in, Cathy grunted loudly. Her ass clenched and churned in small circles and her hips strained up at Jeff. Loud slurpy sounds came from my wife’s hole as juices appeared around the juncture of cock and pussy. Jeff’s hips kept pumping, churning the pussy juice into a froth and Cathy was lewdly sucking his tongue until she began tossing her head back and forth urging the black man mounted atop her on. “Fuck me, baby,” she was groaning thru gritted teeth. “Fuck that white pussy and give me your seed. Make my white belly swell big and round with your baby!” The room smelled of sex and Cathy kept urging Jeff to empty himself in her.
With a squealing, groaning, whimpering cry Cathy had a massive climax and Jeff slid his hands to her plump asscheeks and gripped them, driving deep. I knew what was happening. Jets of potent black seed were spurting deep into my wife’s belly. I saw thick globs of semen slop from her engorged pussy to catch on the fine hair around her pussy lips and the hairs on Jeff’s sac. A silver stream of seed slid down into Cathy’s asscrack and still they both fucked at each other. Finally the tempo slowed. Cathy’s legs slid down and Jeff, with a soft chuckle, withdrew his heavy, wet cock. “Look,” he told me. My wife’s pussy gaped open and in the hole was a mass of pearly sperm brimming up from within. He had squirted such a mound of baby cream into Cathy’s hole it welled up. Her pussy lips had jiggling strings of semen stretched between them and Cathy let out a deep sigh when Jeff pushed his cock back inside and plugged the hole. They lay like that for several minutes, caressing each other and kissing.
“Honey,” Cathy said in a hoarse, shaky whisper. “Let Jeff and me have some private time alone so we can keep working on our baby,” she said, not looking at me but up into Jeff’s eyes. I complied, slowly, suspiciously and as I went thru the doorway I looked back to see them tongue-kissing as Cathy began a slow humping on the cock again. Jeff seeded Cathy all four days she was in heat. They kept in touch by phone and, I am quite sure, meeting secretly. By the time Cathy was ready to be seeded again, she was pregnant. Potent African sperm had done what nothing else could – put a baby in my wife’s belly. Cathy insisted she and Jeff continue the breeding. She was excited, flush with arousal and happy to be pregnant.
“I want to keep seeing him,” Cathy whispered one night as she fondled my cock. “It’s only right; he’s the baby’s father”. Her hand closed around my dick and as she began stroking she kept up her plea. “I’m having his black baby,” she told me gently, rubbing her furry pussy on my thigh. “The baby’s daddy should always get preference, right?” I could just nod my head. “I want him seeing me carry his baby,” Cathy insisted. “I want him knowing how womanly he’s made me feel”. And even as Cathy’s belly began to expand and bulge heavily, Jeff continued to come over and they’d go, hand in hand, directly to the bedroom. Everyone at Cathy’s job knew the baby was black and both Marsha and Sheila reveled in lifting my wife’s maternity top just to caress the swollen white belly. Her breasts became so heavy with milk I don’t see how she managed. They seemed like two watermelons atop her bulging, heavily rounded stomach and the slightest touch caused milk to squirt from her elongated, dark nipples.
Cathy delivered a healthy black baby boy and immediately named him Geoffrey. We were both pleasantly surprised there was no post-partum blues. Instead, by the 3rd week back home, Cathy began preparing me for the next baby.
“You were right,” she told me softly as we sat on the sofa and she stroked my cock. “I am in love with Jeff,” she squeezed my dick. “Not like I love you,” she immediately added but I am still in love with him”. I laid my head back on the couch and hefted one of her heavy tits. “I told him I wanted him to breed me again,” she said in a soft voice. “We are going to start as soon as I go in heat again. I want our son to have a brother or sister,” she smiled.
“Our son?” I frowned for a moment.
“Yes,” Cathy milked my cock. “Jeff and me,” she said and giggled. “I want to give Jeff another baby right away”. As I was ready to cum, Cathy aimed my cock at her milk-heavy tit and sprayed it with my cum. “After that maybe you and I can decide if we want to have a baby too”. About having babies…it’s not as easy as you think.
