The Neighbor- Ch. 9
Author's Note:
This chapter doesn't entail a lot of sexual scenes, but the outcomes of Chapter 8. There is also the beginning of a set-up for the Story in Chapter 10.
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Juwon saw I was in a bit of a state, and he wasted no time calling his parents. Akanni was there in what seemed like moments, while I just sat there are let Juwon hold me, seated on my bed. I was still dressed as last night, my gloves, my cape, and my heels. I had let my cape surround me, for modesty, lest Juwon gets any ideas. As far as I was concerned, he was cut off, as was every other male until I either had my period or missed it completely. Then, for sure, I would know. But it would be about 10 days until I could even use a home pregnancy test reliably. For his part, Juwon just held me, rubbing my back, and didn’t say anything. Mainly because he didn’t know what to say, or how to go about saying it. So I sat there, my head on his shoulder, looking into space, digesting the last 24 hours.
“Juwon… Listen… You need to be aware that yesterday, on the balcony. You ***** me, you know that? You took me against my will. I could even be pregnant by you.”
I really didn’t think my baby was going to be his, the General was far more likely, just on that funny feeling I got plus the heavy loads of the General's cum in my womb. But it was important he knew he did me wrong.
“Yeah, I know, and I am sorry. I just saw you, and how hot you looked, and it was either I jerk off or I have you, and frankly, sex with you is way better. I won’t do it again.”
“Juwon, we’ll talk about it more. But there are times when a girl, well me at any rate, likes that. We like a man to, well, be a man with us. To be in charge, to be in control, and simply take, not ask.” I had started to explain, but our conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door. It was Akanni.
She almost blasted her way past her son and went directly to me, her brown eyes looking me over, first, and then seated in Juwon’s spot. Juwon, for his part, just stood there, until he was very curtly given directions. I learned something about Akanni that day. Don’t fuck with her. She can be a mean bitch when she needs to be. Her orders, and yes, they were orders, were simple and direct.
“Juwon, go downstairs to the shops, and get Mrs. Recreant a dress. I don’t care what, as long as it is long enough to protect her modesty, and is comfortable. While you are at it, bring her something to eat, and drink. Diet Coke if you can find it. Also bring her something stronger, a Mai Tai or something. If they give you any static about your age, then call me here, and I will deal with them. Charge this all to my room.”
I was impressed that she remembered my favorite alcoholic beverage, actually, and then shocked when she spoke next.
“Juwon!” she snapped her fingers. “Why are you still here? Get moving, boy!”
Damn that woman could get angry at the flip of a switch. She then turned to me, her voice again sweet and soothing, in her Nigerian accent.
“I’m sorry, Suzi. I’ll get to the bottom of this. While we are grateful for your helping us, and I don’t know what happened to you, I can take a guess. Believe me, people will be punished.”
I waved that off, shaking my head.
“No. Don’t. Let’s play this out. We have worked too hard, hell, I have worked too hard, to blow it now. I want to wait and see if there are any repercussions from last night, and then we will see what we can do. I’m not going to destroy all we worked for to help Juwon.”
She leaned back and looked at me, astonished. Her eyes looked into mine, and she finally spoke after basically reading me like a book.
“You love him, don’t you?” It was an accusation, more than a question.
I had to breathe deeply and sigh, before nodding.
“Yeah. Maybe a little. But for God’s sake, don’t tell my husband? Things are complicated enough as it is.”
She agreed with me.
“Don’t worry, Dear, I will keep your love affair a secret. I already know about the two of you and your, let’s say close communication.”
I almost died.
“Really? Bu... but how?”
She actually pish-poshed me.
“Dear Suzi, a mother can tell. Our son smiles at you in a way nobody else sees, and you do the same. Every day he sees you in person, he brightens up, and every time the two of you dalliance, he sleeps like no other. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together.”
I let out a deep breath.
“Alright. But please, I am begging you, don’t tell Steve. And I will break it off with Juwon.”
She held up her hand.
“Suzi, your secret is safe with me. I promise you that. I would keep the secret to protect my son, if nothing else. But you have gone to great lengths to assist my ******, and that cannot be forgotten, ever. We, Akoni and I, are indebted to you for all you have done. Despite what I believe has happened to you, the impressions you have made are nothing less than spectacular. Our son has a future brighter than any star, and his life is made, even if he doesn’t play that horrendous game.”
Just then the door knocked, and then Juwon let himself in. Obviously, he had a key to my room. Well, that explained how he got in to wake me up. He was carrying a very large tray with him.
“I brought food first, Mom. I have two sales ladies downstairs looking for something suitable for Mrs. Recreant. Let me drop this off and I’ll be back.”
I had to admit it. When Juwon was properly motivated, he could get things done, just like his ******. Though I don’t think he judged the size of my stomach. It made me think he ordered to make him full, not me. There were two club sandwiches, two large baskets of French fries, a six-pack of Diet Coke, and two schooners of Mai Tais. Setting the tray on the small table, he then excused himself. After that, Akanni joined me in eating, and she listened to me vent a little. She encouraged me to drink the Mai Tais first, which I didn’t, as I didn’t want to risk any potential birth-defect in case I was really pregnant. I spent the rest of the time in my room getting cleaned up, dressed in a nice, new sun dress, and I was taken home.
Two days later my husband came home, and he took me on the promised getaway. I told him all of the PG aspects of the trip in great detail. I described the resort, how it felt to wear my outfit, even being humiliated when my cape and dress flew up in front of the men, the photo shoots, and even a little about being felt up during the pictures. He was so hot that I wound up giving him road-head as we drove. He was horny as all get-out, and I couldn’t blame him, though I wouldn’t wear my satin outfit for him just yet. I also wouldn’t let him near my vagina. But that is not to say I denied him entirely. One night in our hotel, after relaxing and some easy sight-seeing, I knelt before him and started stripping off his clothes. He started to say something, and I just shhh’d him quiet a few times, until he got the message.
Taking my hand and collecting his manhood, I began to inspect him, and use my dainty touch to tickle and tease him until he grew fully aroused. I could not help but make comparisons between Steve and Juwon, and even the General. I had thought about that particular cock often, actually, and how amazing the fullness felt. He was right, I would be thinking of that cock for along time. But then I leaned forward and flicked my tongue around the velvety head of my husband’s penis. Looking up from under my brows, I began to talk dirty.
“Just think of what could have happened to me at the resort. Black men everywhere, ogling my ******* body as my cape and dress were caught in the wind... My white body ******* to them, as they took out their cocks. The most aggressive of them rubbing up against me naked on the dancefloor, dry-humping my pussy with their long... hard… thick… throbbing… black…”
That was as far as I got before he blasted off, completely without warning, spraying shots on my face and soon into my slow-reacting mouth. Looking up to him, I saw a mix of relief and embarrassment. I simply smiled to him, with his cum dripping from my face onto the hotel room floor.
“That was really nice, Honey! I am happy I could excite you so much!”
He took a couple of very deep breaths and looked down, offering a hand to help me to my feet.
“I’m sorry, but I just couldn’t hold back. Your touch feels just so amazing!”
I went to collect a wet towel to wipe my face off, before returning to kiss him. Then I smiled at him.
“If I didn’t know better, I think my little story didn’t hurt, either.”
“No, actually, that was pretty hot, too. I keep visualizing you in that outfit, and your being ******* to everyone. It is just so hot to think about. I can’t wait to see you that way.”
I saw an opportunity here, so I took a shot.
“You mean to see me with my body *******, and black guys all over me?”
He drew embarrassed.
“No, not like that. I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to you.”
“Well, what if it did? Maybe it was just one black guy? Trapping me alone and helpless as he can hold me and make me vulnerable to him? Maybe my cape was all I had on and he was dragging me off someplace, alone, desolate, and quite, where he could have his way with me? ****** me until he came in me, filling me with his se-?”
He gulped. I could see his mind working. He was fighting it. The propriety of a man and his wife in a loving, caring marriage, loyal and faithful where the only sexual relations were between man and wife. Or the kinkiness of maybe something else. A black man and a white wife. A white wife who was being victimized by a black man. Made helpless, defeating her and then conquering her to his vile and lustful desires.
My words ended with his shoving his tongue halfway to my stomach as we kissed passionately, his hands all over me. Groping my breasts and pinching my nipples, ensuring they were hard enough to cut glass. Then he made me squeal by swopping me off my feet and setting me on the bed. My blue eyes watching him as he surprised me by opening the drapes, and leaving the lights on. He was naked, and then he began to disrobe me. I helped him only where necessary, but sundresses don’t need much help, and my sandals were low-heeled. My panties were easily removed, leaving me nude before my husband, and anyone looking in the window.
I spread my legs for him and he dove right in, leading with his tongue as he lapped at my heat, my moisture already beginning. My long, perfectly-manicured nails went to his head, running through his hair and ushering him onward, to send shivers up and down my spine, as my clit began to peek out from its hiding place. That was when he went to war on my pussy and began to lick and nibble at it, making my hips undulate with his touch until I felt some pressure at my entrance, and then his middle finger violated me. In a long, slow, delicious tease, his finger entered me and he then hooked it, until the fingertip was brushing along my sweet spot. He guided his finger to my sound, listening to my voice as I moaned, mewed, or went silent, until I was flailing on the bed, helpless to do anything to return the pleasure. I tried to verbally tease him some more, but I couldn’t form a sentence, let alone a complete thought, so I just gave up and enjoyed it. It took maybe five or so more minutes and then I detonated on his lips as his finger tickled my insides while his lips suckled my clit.
I screamed, a wail of powerful pleasure as she shivered under him, my ears starting to ring and my chest flushed. I lay limp on the bed, gasping for air as he rose, and grinned at me, then he rose to plant a sloppy, wet kiss on my lips. I could taste my tang, which I just sorta’ of ignored, focusing instead on suckling his tongue into my mouth as he kissed me lewdly. It was deep, and it was passionate, and it allowed me to show him how much I loved him. I felt better for it, as he broke the kiss, smiling and then planting small kisses on my cheeks and forehead. I was seriously at risk right then and there. If he climbed between my knees to mount me, I could not have stopped him, and I wouldn’t have strongly resisted anyway.
Instead, he lay next to me and then wrapped his arm about me and pulled me to him, spooning as we recovered. He felt so warm, so comfortable, so loving. It reminded me why I loved my husband so much. It also gave me more guilty feelings, knowing the high likelihood of a black man-fertilized egg taking root in my womb. But I needn’t have worried about his further efforts at love-making. He soon was softly snoring over my head. I just snuggled in, reached very awkwardly to draw some bedding over us, and then closed my eyes to sleep, where I would dream of black men, black cocks, black babies, and a hopeful future with my husband somehow involved.
Our last night on our trip was a nicer dinner at a nicer restaurant and then dancing at a club. I dressed in a loose charmeuse blouse and satin knife-edge pleated skirt hemmed above my knees, with heels and dark sheer pantyhose. No bra, due to the flirty open cleavage, and no panties, thanks to my pantyhose. Add my 4-inch stiletto pumps and I was ready. We talked about mundane things, like his work, and things going on in the neighborhood. He asked about Juwon, specifically, and I spoke the truth in the things I could. I did tell him that it was obvious Juwon had the hots for me. Steve just grunted and nodded, telling me that Juwon was gay if he didn’t.
Out dancing, we first hit the bar and I asked for a Diet Coke. My husband raised his brow at that, and I told him I could get blasted later, but I wanted a clear head for now. So a tall glass of Diet Coke later, and we were dancing. I was glad I wore the skirt I did, as, like most men, he liked to spin me on his fingers, and the wide hem flared out to my waist. But thankfully, due to the longer hem, it kept colliding with other dancers and falling back down. Still, I was having a great time and stealing kisses from him as we danced away. When it came to slow dance, he pulled me in tight, and we cuddled slowly on our feet until he turned me and I was back to front with him. His hand got a little friendly, reaching down to my hip and then pulling up with his fingers inside my thigh. The hem of my skirt gave him easy reach and it took me a moment to realize what he was doing. I dropped a hand to his wrist and began to usher it back, though he merely froze it there. My skirt was revealing the tops of my panty-hosed legs to the thinned crowd. Not everybody enjoys slow-dancing.
“Later, Stud...” I whispered just loud enough, my upturned face looking at him over my shoulder.
“Nahhh...” he replied. “I wanna’ see the reactions when guys see you *******.”
Sighing softly, I let my hand go, and fall back down, as he lifted the front of my skirt to my waist and began to cup my vulva. I had to trust my husband to protect me, even though I was being put in a mildly dangerous situation. Not there on the dance floor, but perhaps outside the club. Guys get ideas, and when they get *****, they get stupid ideas.
Soo regular dancing returned, and I soon felt hands on my ass, some brushing across and a few groping me. I had to lean into my husband to tell him, bending slightly at the waist, where one enterprising stranger took the opportunity with both of my hands on my husband’s shoulders to use both of his to grope me hard. I yelped and winced as I felt it, with both of my hands flying back to swat his away. I looked up at my husband, who was just grinning from ear to ear.
“Good to know my wife is hot enough to draw a crowd.”
I gave him a look.
“Honey... if this keeps up, I’ll draw a crowd, alright... a crowd of cocks looking to fuck me to death.”
“Don’t worry... I’ll protect you! You’re my wife, and I love you!”
Then he leaned down and kissed me, picking me up in his arms until I was dangling off the floor, and I kissed him back, just enjoying the moment between husband and wife. I was holding onto him by the neck, and so I felt a couple more hands cop a feel on my butt, with one enterprising man actually reach under to feel me and check for panties.
Setting me back down, he then grabbed me by the wrist and leaned down. “C’mon, we’re leaving.”
I started to ask questions but was only speaking to moving back as I had to quick-step to keep up. Shortly, after he had parted the crowd in front of him, we were outside, and there was a line outside to get in. No matter what, we wouldn’t be going back in.
He dragged me into the parking lot, between a large pickup truck and a full-size Mercedes, then he released me and opened his trousers.
“Suck me… right here, right now!”
It wasn’t a request, and I wanted to ease any conscience by pleasing him, so I simply lowered myself until I was sitting on my heels, the hem of my skirt falling to my waist. I looked up to him, under my eyebrows and gave him a Cheshire grin, and proceeded to give him the very best blow-job I knew how. Nothing spoken, nothing teased, just my lips, my tongue, and my mouth against his potent white shaft. I had him going, for sure, and when I was sure he was close, he actually grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up, bending me against the Mercedes, then he positioned himself behind me and lifted my skirt, before pulling down my pantyhose.
“Wait, Steve! Not here! People can see!”
Now I had done it, evidently, people heard me and started looking at us. But my husband was like a man possessed, and it took him no time to mount me and begin the succession of thrusts to penetrate my slickness, until he popped fully into my vagina, and began to plunder my pussy. I was moaning and grunting with his thrusts, and my wild and wide-eyed gaze could see people starting to ogle us, and a few cell phones came out to take pictures. ‘Great, I might be the next viral video’, I thought.
Suddenly, he withdrew, and I gasped, looking back at him.
“What are you doing?”
His response was body language as he kicked my heels apart and forced me flat on the hood of the Mercedes, and began to nudge the head of his cock up between my crack until I felt him push against my butt. I turned to try and plead with him.
“Steve! No! Not like this! It will hurrrrr!’ and that was the last I got to speak intelligibly.
My face was contorted in pain, and I struggled a little to try and prevent him from taking me this way, but as onlookers watched and recorded, he finally thrust his way through and my body relented. My voice let out a loud gasp as I was so demandingly plundered, and my husband began to fuck my ass relentlessly. It didn’t feel very good, honestly, but after a while, the pain stopped. I uttered soft grunts as he hammered home, his ball sac hitting my pussy as he forcibly took my ass. Mr. Chukwu had a longer cock, but a thinner one, much thinner, so he had a much easier time when he ***** me on the beach. But my husband had him beat on girth and that hurt more. Still, it didn’t take him long. Maybe a few minutes later, he finished, jolting me off my heels as his massive thrusts hammered his climax into me, until he stopped and simply stood there, his cock in my ass and dumping his cum inside my bowels.
When he was finished, he simply began to dress, and I pulled my pantyhose up and let my skirt fall back into place, to the golf-clapping applause and tittering of our impromptu audience. He then much more gently grasped my arm and led me to our car, where we headed back to the hotel.
“Steve! What the Holy Hell has gotten into you?” I fairly barked at him as we got to our room.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m sorry.” He replied as he was shedding his clothes.
“I need to take a shower. Will you join me so we can talk about it?”
His voice was apologetic, and I began to think he truly felt bad.
“Sure.” I said, starting to disrobe.
Inside the shower, we both let the hot water wash over us, his greater reach switching the nozzle back and forth to keep us both relatively warm. Grabbing a bar of soap, he began to lather me up, carefully, working to keep the arousal to a minimum as his soapy hands slid all over my chest, back, torso and crotch. He used extra care around my butt, and where he used to tease me with his finger, threatening playfully to take my ass, he skipped the routine, though he did spread my butt apart to inspect me.
“Whew.” He began. “No blood. I was worried that I had really hurt you.”
I grasped the soap from him and began to return the favor, starting first at his crotch and cleaning his manhood. If he had further ideas of amorous activity, I wasn’t going to let a soiled dick have me, no matter what. He stayed soft, but then I was more business-like as well, and moved on to soap up his body and then his back.
“Thank you for checking on me, Honey. Now…” and my tone hardened. “What the actual fuck was that?”
It was rare that I cussed like a soldier, but tonight was going to be one of those nights. I was not angry so much as hurt, emotionally.
“Why did you do that? Especially there, and in the parking lot?”
He shrugged for a moment, looking far away as he put the shower on me to rinse me down.
“Honestly? I’m not sure. The knowledge that guys were feeling you up at the club, the stories you tell me about your weekend away, all of it just added up into this moment where I felt like I needed to, well, and I know this will sound back, but I needed to re-assert my place in our marriage. I needed to make sure you knew where I stood, and where you stood in our relationship. We live a sort of 50’s lifestyle, where I provide and protect, and you care for the house and our children. I needed to make sure you knew where I stood, and that just seemed to be the best place to.. I dunno’... ensure we both knew our roles?”
He was searching for his own truth in all this. I now felt that his actions were an impulsive decision, to maybe remind me of his dominant position in our marriage. Still, my ass was sore, though, and would be for a few days.
“Fair enough, Honey. I can see why you might be feeling insecure. I haven’t done the right things yet to make you feel that way. But I will. Next weekend, no matter what. That I promise.”
I would know for sure if I was pregnant or not by then.
We returned to our more mundane, normal lives, and I spent the week staying away from Juwon. I didn’t want to give him any hopes of having sex with me. Not until I knew. So I did my normal wives’ groups and went to lunches and made sure the house was spotless and he had his favorite dishes to eat when he came home from work. I did my damnedest to take care of him. Then come Friday, I went to the store. It was time to find out. I should have started my period a couple of days ago, but I was getting that sinking feeling growing deeper. I entered the bathroom and sat on the toilet, before peeing on the stock. Not once, but two different sticks, from two different manufacturers. Now I just had to wait for 15 minutes. My heart thudded in my chest as I waited, and I pulled out the instructions for each kit and read them. Time clicked by. I remember thinking how stupid a girl had to be to not be able to figure out if she was pregnant or not. It was beyond simple. Then time was up.
I picked them both up, closing my eyes. I took a deep breath.
“C’mon Suzi. Be wrong, Suzi. Be so damn wrong. Please, be wrong!”
Then I opened my eyes, and I knew the truth.
I am a married white wife, and I was pregnant by a black man. Shit.
After taking a few moments to weep some tears, I pulled myself together, and texted Akanni.
“We need to talk.”
“B rt there.”
She wasn’t joking. 30 seconds couldn’t have elapsed as she knocked on the back door. I came out and we both sat at the picnic table, while she offered me a Diet Coke. I traded her the pee sticks for the can.
“Oh, dear, Suzi, I am so, so sorry.”
“I don’t think it is Juwon’s. I mean, yeah, we did it, but it was standing up, and it didn’t last overly long. You guys kept hounding him to join you. I suppose I should be glad for that. Plus I was able to do some clean-out afterwards.”
Akanni merely listened and nodded. Then she took a moment to speak.
“Dear, my ****** still has some power in my homeland. I would be happy to have it flexed for your benefit. Just tell me who you suspect it is. Is it Mr. Chukwu? I know he was pursuing you all night long.”
I rolled my eyes, snorting.
“Yeah, he was, and he eventually got me. He’s the one who took my dress from me and left me in my cape. He dragged me to the beach, and he did it there. But he absolutely can’t be the father.”
A look of confusion crossed her face.
“No? How is this so? He was bragging to everyone how he was going to, as he said, pluck your charms?”
I shook my head, grunting softly.
“No, he couldn’t possibly be the father...” I leaned forward, placing my hand flat on the table.
“He can’t be the father because when he ***** me, he took my ass.”
The look on Akanni’s face was priceless, and I would have laughed, had the situation not been so serious.
“Oh, Suzi. I am so, so sorry. I did not know he had such desires. It is not what he said when he was bragging. He even told my husband he was going to do it. We sent Juwon to try and warn you, but he could not find you in the time he had.”
I sighed heavily.
“Well, with his cock, I was glad he took my butt. Steve did it last week, and it hurt like Hell. Good ol’ Mr. Chukwu may be hung like a donkey, but he is very thin. It was uncomfortable, but not that painful. Steve hurt much more.”
Akanni quirked a brow. Evidently I had revealed something she did not know. Maybe about my husband, maybe about Mr. Chukwu. But she was now the smarter for it.
“Then who, Suzi, dear. Tell me who the father is, and I will take care of it.”
I snorted.
“Good fucking luck, Akanni. I don’t think anyone has the horsepower to touch him. It was the General. General whatshisname. The guy at dinner seated next to me. He had even been molesting me all while we ate, and even during the speeches.”
Her face fell, and I knew at that instant, I was on my own.
“Akanni, he ***** me so many times that night. Every time he made sure to finish in me, and made sure I didn’t waste a drop. He even fingered me afterwards, to make sure I orgasmed and to increase the chances of breeding me. There is no doubt, the black baby I am carrying is his.”
“Still, let me look into this, Suzi. Among everything else, you are my friend, and I look after my friends.”
There was an edge to her voice. For all her regal presence and carriage, she could still get angry.
“Please, go about your business and decide what you want to do. In the meantime, I will help you as best I can, and I will keep you informed. What would you like me to do with Juwon?”
I blanched and even got a little embarrassed. Given the news, I had not considered him at all.
“Just leave him to me, please? I’m not sure what will happen, but I know he can’t get me more pregnant.” I paused.
“And somehow I have to figure out how to tell Steve. I suspect he may kick me out of the house.”
“If that happens, Suzi, you will not be homeless. Just knock on our door, and you will have a bed for the night, while we work out living arrangements. While I daresay Juwon would love having you stay in our home, I am pretty sure that would be a very bad idea. I can get you an apartment, if necessary.”
“Akanni, I can’t ask that. It wouldn’t be fair!”
Akanni actually snapped at me.
“Suzi, it wasn’t fair of us to let what happened, happen. Like I have said, we owe you a great debt, and we will ensure you are provided for as long as necessary.”
Her point made, she simply got up to leave.
“Suzi, go inside and try and figure out what you will do. I have some arrangements to make.”
Yeah, there was an edge to her voice. A growl. She may not be showing it, but she was, indeed, very pissed off.
That night, now that I knew, I turned on my pussy to give to my husband. By the end of the night, I was going to fuck him into the ground, or die trying. So I did the one thing he had been begging for. I dressed up as if I were going to the resort. Hair, makeup, dress, the works. When he walked in the front door, I stood there, posed, looking as sexy as I could manage.
“Hey, Handsome! Like what you see?”
He did. Four times that night, though the last one was likely just a dry shot, and it took him forever to cum in me.
The first time, I teased him about my being *******, describing Mr. Chukwu and how he had pinned me helplessly as the wind blew my dress and cape over my head, making me helpless as he fingered me. That got him in about five minutes.
The next time, I whispered in his ear about being undressed, and forced to walk in the howling wind is just my cape and heels, my gloved fingers unable to grab my cape and protect myself as This same creep led me away, and ***** me on the beach, ****** my ass and abandoning me there, passed out on the sand.
The third time I made up an incident where a black man attacked me from behind, pulled my arms behind me at the elbows and fucked me so hard he was forcing me to step in front of him, making my voice squeal with every thrust as he made me climax time after time in front of other black men.
The last time I went into exquisite detail about how the General ***** me with his huge cock. Cumming in me with testicles the size of eggs, and how he worked to impregnate me with his vile, black seed. How his wife was helpless and defeated by the man’s superior strength and size, his flab pinning me under him as he cock massaged my sweet spot, my cervix, and then the end of my vagina, filling me to the absolute limit, cumming in me deeper than any man ever has, including my husband. That last statement was when my husband blasted off.
As he rolled off of me, both of us gasping for breath, he lay on his back, as was I, only with my cape and gloves and heels, he complimented on my story-telling, and told me how dirty my mind had become. It was then I told him.
“Honey… I am glad you enjoyed what happened. It made you so hot and horny!”
“Only because my wife is so damn sexy, with her body and her words!”
“So you liked it? All of it? The thought of your wife being ***** repeatedly by so many black men? That they worked to make me pregnant with a black child?”
“Yeah, it was pretty hot. I guess if you were okay, and some black guy took you to bed, I might be okay with it. I mean, he ***** you. Not that you would go to bed with him willingly.”
“Trust me. I didn’t have sex with any of them willingly.”
“Wait! What?” and he propped himself on his elbow to look at me.
I looked at him and nodded.
“Yes, Honey, it is true. The things I just told you tonight are all true. I had black men molesting me, fingering me, forcing me to orgasm, and yes, I was ***** a total of six times. All of them climaxed in me.” Then I hesitated and finally decided to tell him.
“And yes. One of them gave me his child. I am pregnant with the child of a black man.”
My husband flopped back on the bed and was silent for what felt like hours.
“Honey? I am so, so sorry! I... I didn’t want this to happen. I didn’t try to make it happen!”
“So who is the father?”
“It is some Nigerian General. He’s a Nigerian citizen who was here on a visa. From what I hear, he has gone back home.”
“Was he really like you said?”
“Yes, my Love. Every word of it. His cock has to be a foot long, and thick. The first time, it really hurt, at first. Then it got easier. But he literally made it his goal in life to get me pregnant. I tried to escape from him several times, but he kept catching me. Then he would drag me back to his bed and **** me all over again, until I finally passed out.”
“Did you kiss him?”
“Yes. I couldn’t stop him. I know it is hard to explain, but he was making me gasp for air, and then he would just shove his tongue down my throat.”
He looked me dead in the eyes, his stare holding my gaze, both of us unblinking. I held nothing back, and let his eyes peer what felt directly into my soul. I wanted him to see I loved him so very much. I kept my eyes on his until he was through with me.
“Alright. So what do we do now?”
“I dunno. I guess the first thing I need to do is see a doctor. I don’t know about an abortion. The thought bothers me. I mean, even if the baby is not yours, we both are against abortion. Right? I mean, we still are?”
He was quiet for a long time.
“Let me think on that. But in the meantime, go see a doctor and see what our options are. Wait. Why didn’t you take a morning after pill?”
“Steve, Honey, by the time I got back, it was too late. It wasn’t like the resort had a pharmacy, and I didn’t suspect anything for a couple of days after.”
In a way, it was true. My time with the General had left me with a feeling, but nothing I could speak to. So I was fudging, a little. But I had to keep my marriage alive.
He looked at me, frowning thoughtfully.
“Alright, here is the deal. Go to the doctor, and continue to do what is necessary to have a healthy baby, for now. We still have a little time, and I want to speak with an attorney.”
“What???” I suddenly went into pure panic mode. “Steve! I love you! I didn’t cheat on you, honest! I never wa-“
My husband placed his fingers over my lips to shut me up.
“Not a divorce lawyer, Suzi. A civil attorney. If we are going to have this baby, I am going to sue this asswipe for child-support until his back bleeds. I’m going to take him for every penny he has, has ever had, and will ever have!”
I sighed with relief and real tears began to flow. I started crying, and he did the kindest thing.
He pulled me to him, spooned me, and held me close as he whispered how much he loved me, until I fell asleep.
Author's Note:
This chapter doesn't entail a lot of sexual scenes, but the outcomes of Chapter 8. There is also the beginning of a set-up for the Story in Chapter 10.
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Juwon saw I was in a bit of a state, and he wasted no time calling his parents. Akanni was there in what seemed like moments, while I just sat there are let Juwon hold me, seated on my bed. I was still dressed as last night, my gloves, my cape, and my heels. I had let my cape surround me, for modesty, lest Juwon gets any ideas. As far as I was concerned, he was cut off, as was every other male until I either had my period or missed it completely. Then, for sure, I would know. But it would be about 10 days until I could even use a home pregnancy test reliably. For his part, Juwon just held me, rubbing my back, and didn’t say anything. Mainly because he didn’t know what to say, or how to go about saying it. So I sat there, my head on his shoulder, looking into space, digesting the last 24 hours.
“Juwon… Listen… You need to be aware that yesterday, on the balcony. You ***** me, you know that? You took me against my will. I could even be pregnant by you.”
I really didn’t think my baby was going to be his, the General was far more likely, just on that funny feeling I got plus the heavy loads of the General's cum in my womb. But it was important he knew he did me wrong.
“Yeah, I know, and I am sorry. I just saw you, and how hot you looked, and it was either I jerk off or I have you, and frankly, sex with you is way better. I won’t do it again.”
“Juwon, we’ll talk about it more. But there are times when a girl, well me at any rate, likes that. We like a man to, well, be a man with us. To be in charge, to be in control, and simply take, not ask.” I had started to explain, but our conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door. It was Akanni.
She almost blasted her way past her son and went directly to me, her brown eyes looking me over, first, and then seated in Juwon’s spot. Juwon, for his part, just stood there, until he was very curtly given directions. I learned something about Akanni that day. Don’t fuck with her. She can be a mean bitch when she needs to be. Her orders, and yes, they were orders, were simple and direct.
“Juwon, go downstairs to the shops, and get Mrs. Recreant a dress. I don’t care what, as long as it is long enough to protect her modesty, and is comfortable. While you are at it, bring her something to eat, and drink. Diet Coke if you can find it. Also bring her something stronger, a Mai Tai or something. If they give you any static about your age, then call me here, and I will deal with them. Charge this all to my room.”
I was impressed that she remembered my favorite alcoholic beverage, actually, and then shocked when she spoke next.
“Juwon!” she snapped her fingers. “Why are you still here? Get moving, boy!”
Damn that woman could get angry at the flip of a switch. She then turned to me, her voice again sweet and soothing, in her Nigerian accent.
“I’m sorry, Suzi. I’ll get to the bottom of this. While we are grateful for your helping us, and I don’t know what happened to you, I can take a guess. Believe me, people will be punished.”
I waved that off, shaking my head.
“No. Don’t. Let’s play this out. We have worked too hard, hell, I have worked too hard, to blow it now. I want to wait and see if there are any repercussions from last night, and then we will see what we can do. I’m not going to destroy all we worked for to help Juwon.”
She leaned back and looked at me, astonished. Her eyes looked into mine, and she finally spoke after basically reading me like a book.
“You love him, don’t you?” It was an accusation, more than a question.
I had to breathe deeply and sigh, before nodding.
“Yeah. Maybe a little. But for God’s sake, don’t tell my husband? Things are complicated enough as it is.”
She agreed with me.
“Don’t worry, Dear, I will keep your love affair a secret. I already know about the two of you and your, let’s say close communication.”
I almost died.
“Really? Bu... but how?”
She actually pish-poshed me.
“Dear Suzi, a mother can tell. Our son smiles at you in a way nobody else sees, and you do the same. Every day he sees you in person, he brightens up, and every time the two of you dalliance, he sleeps like no other. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together.”
I let out a deep breath.
“Alright. But please, I am begging you, don’t tell Steve. And I will break it off with Juwon.”
She held up her hand.
“Suzi, your secret is safe with me. I promise you that. I would keep the secret to protect my son, if nothing else. But you have gone to great lengths to assist my ******, and that cannot be forgotten, ever. We, Akoni and I, are indebted to you for all you have done. Despite what I believe has happened to you, the impressions you have made are nothing less than spectacular. Our son has a future brighter than any star, and his life is made, even if he doesn’t play that horrendous game.”
Just then the door knocked, and then Juwon let himself in. Obviously, he had a key to my room. Well, that explained how he got in to wake me up. He was carrying a very large tray with him.
“I brought food first, Mom. I have two sales ladies downstairs looking for something suitable for Mrs. Recreant. Let me drop this off and I’ll be back.”
I had to admit it. When Juwon was properly motivated, he could get things done, just like his ******. Though I don’t think he judged the size of my stomach. It made me think he ordered to make him full, not me. There were two club sandwiches, two large baskets of French fries, a six-pack of Diet Coke, and two schooners of Mai Tais. Setting the tray on the small table, he then excused himself. After that, Akanni joined me in eating, and she listened to me vent a little. She encouraged me to drink the Mai Tais first, which I didn’t, as I didn’t want to risk any potential birth-defect in case I was really pregnant. I spent the rest of the time in my room getting cleaned up, dressed in a nice, new sun dress, and I was taken home.
Two days later my husband came home, and he took me on the promised getaway. I told him all of the PG aspects of the trip in great detail. I described the resort, how it felt to wear my outfit, even being humiliated when my cape and dress flew up in front of the men, the photo shoots, and even a little about being felt up during the pictures. He was so hot that I wound up giving him road-head as we drove. He was horny as all get-out, and I couldn’t blame him, though I wouldn’t wear my satin outfit for him just yet. I also wouldn’t let him near my vagina. But that is not to say I denied him entirely. One night in our hotel, after relaxing and some easy sight-seeing, I knelt before him and started stripping off his clothes. He started to say something, and I just shhh’d him quiet a few times, until he got the message.
Taking my hand and collecting his manhood, I began to inspect him, and use my dainty touch to tickle and tease him until he grew fully aroused. I could not help but make comparisons between Steve and Juwon, and even the General. I had thought about that particular cock often, actually, and how amazing the fullness felt. He was right, I would be thinking of that cock for along time. But then I leaned forward and flicked my tongue around the velvety head of my husband’s penis. Looking up from under my brows, I began to talk dirty.
“Just think of what could have happened to me at the resort. Black men everywhere, ogling my ******* body as my cape and dress were caught in the wind... My white body ******* to them, as they took out their cocks. The most aggressive of them rubbing up against me naked on the dancefloor, dry-humping my pussy with their long... hard… thick… throbbing… black…”
That was as far as I got before he blasted off, completely without warning, spraying shots on my face and soon into my slow-reacting mouth. Looking up to him, I saw a mix of relief and embarrassment. I simply smiled to him, with his cum dripping from my face onto the hotel room floor.
“That was really nice, Honey! I am happy I could excite you so much!”
He took a couple of very deep breaths and looked down, offering a hand to help me to my feet.
“I’m sorry, but I just couldn’t hold back. Your touch feels just so amazing!”
I went to collect a wet towel to wipe my face off, before returning to kiss him. Then I smiled at him.
“If I didn’t know better, I think my little story didn’t hurt, either.”
“No, actually, that was pretty hot, too. I keep visualizing you in that outfit, and your being ******* to everyone. It is just so hot to think about. I can’t wait to see you that way.”
I saw an opportunity here, so I took a shot.
“You mean to see me with my body *******, and black guys all over me?”
He drew embarrassed.
“No, not like that. I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to you.”
“Well, what if it did? Maybe it was just one black guy? Trapping me alone and helpless as he can hold me and make me vulnerable to him? Maybe my cape was all I had on and he was dragging me off someplace, alone, desolate, and quite, where he could have his way with me? ****** me until he came in me, filling me with his se-?”
He gulped. I could see his mind working. He was fighting it. The propriety of a man and his wife in a loving, caring marriage, loyal and faithful where the only sexual relations were between man and wife. Or the kinkiness of maybe something else. A black man and a white wife. A white wife who was being victimized by a black man. Made helpless, defeating her and then conquering her to his vile and lustful desires.
My words ended with his shoving his tongue halfway to my stomach as we kissed passionately, his hands all over me. Groping my breasts and pinching my nipples, ensuring they were hard enough to cut glass. Then he made me squeal by swopping me off my feet and setting me on the bed. My blue eyes watching him as he surprised me by opening the drapes, and leaving the lights on. He was naked, and then he began to disrobe me. I helped him only where necessary, but sundresses don’t need much help, and my sandals were low-heeled. My panties were easily removed, leaving me nude before my husband, and anyone looking in the window.
I spread my legs for him and he dove right in, leading with his tongue as he lapped at my heat, my moisture already beginning. My long, perfectly-manicured nails went to his head, running through his hair and ushering him onward, to send shivers up and down my spine, as my clit began to peek out from its hiding place. That was when he went to war on my pussy and began to lick and nibble at it, making my hips undulate with his touch until I felt some pressure at my entrance, and then his middle finger violated me. In a long, slow, delicious tease, his finger entered me and he then hooked it, until the fingertip was brushing along my sweet spot. He guided his finger to my sound, listening to my voice as I moaned, mewed, or went silent, until I was flailing on the bed, helpless to do anything to return the pleasure. I tried to verbally tease him some more, but I couldn’t form a sentence, let alone a complete thought, so I just gave up and enjoyed it. It took maybe five or so more minutes and then I detonated on his lips as his finger tickled my insides while his lips suckled my clit.
I screamed, a wail of powerful pleasure as she shivered under him, my ears starting to ring and my chest flushed. I lay limp on the bed, gasping for air as he rose, and grinned at me, then he rose to plant a sloppy, wet kiss on my lips. I could taste my tang, which I just sorta’ of ignored, focusing instead on suckling his tongue into my mouth as he kissed me lewdly. It was deep, and it was passionate, and it allowed me to show him how much I loved him. I felt better for it, as he broke the kiss, smiling and then planting small kisses on my cheeks and forehead. I was seriously at risk right then and there. If he climbed between my knees to mount me, I could not have stopped him, and I wouldn’t have strongly resisted anyway.
Instead, he lay next to me and then wrapped his arm about me and pulled me to him, spooning as we recovered. He felt so warm, so comfortable, so loving. It reminded me why I loved my husband so much. It also gave me more guilty feelings, knowing the high likelihood of a black man-fertilized egg taking root in my womb. But I needn’t have worried about his further efforts at love-making. He soon was softly snoring over my head. I just snuggled in, reached very awkwardly to draw some bedding over us, and then closed my eyes to sleep, where I would dream of black men, black cocks, black babies, and a hopeful future with my husband somehow involved.
Our last night on our trip was a nicer dinner at a nicer restaurant and then dancing at a club. I dressed in a loose charmeuse blouse and satin knife-edge pleated skirt hemmed above my knees, with heels and dark sheer pantyhose. No bra, due to the flirty open cleavage, and no panties, thanks to my pantyhose. Add my 4-inch stiletto pumps and I was ready. We talked about mundane things, like his work, and things going on in the neighborhood. He asked about Juwon, specifically, and I spoke the truth in the things I could. I did tell him that it was obvious Juwon had the hots for me. Steve just grunted and nodded, telling me that Juwon was gay if he didn’t.
Out dancing, we first hit the bar and I asked for a Diet Coke. My husband raised his brow at that, and I told him I could get blasted later, but I wanted a clear head for now. So a tall glass of Diet Coke later, and we were dancing. I was glad I wore the skirt I did, as, like most men, he liked to spin me on his fingers, and the wide hem flared out to my waist. But thankfully, due to the longer hem, it kept colliding with other dancers and falling back down. Still, I was having a great time and stealing kisses from him as we danced away. When it came to slow dance, he pulled me in tight, and we cuddled slowly on our feet until he turned me and I was back to front with him. His hand got a little friendly, reaching down to my hip and then pulling up with his fingers inside my thigh. The hem of my skirt gave him easy reach and it took me a moment to realize what he was doing. I dropped a hand to his wrist and began to usher it back, though he merely froze it there. My skirt was revealing the tops of my panty-hosed legs to the thinned crowd. Not everybody enjoys slow-dancing.
“Later, Stud...” I whispered just loud enough, my upturned face looking at him over my shoulder.
“Nahhh...” he replied. “I wanna’ see the reactions when guys see you *******.”
Sighing softly, I let my hand go, and fall back down, as he lifted the front of my skirt to my waist and began to cup my vulva. I had to trust my husband to protect me, even though I was being put in a mildly dangerous situation. Not there on the dance floor, but perhaps outside the club. Guys get ideas, and when they get *****, they get stupid ideas.
Soo regular dancing returned, and I soon felt hands on my ass, some brushing across and a few groping me. I had to lean into my husband to tell him, bending slightly at the waist, where one enterprising stranger took the opportunity with both of my hands on my husband’s shoulders to use both of his to grope me hard. I yelped and winced as I felt it, with both of my hands flying back to swat his away. I looked up at my husband, who was just grinning from ear to ear.
“Good to know my wife is hot enough to draw a crowd.”
I gave him a look.
“Honey... if this keeps up, I’ll draw a crowd, alright... a crowd of cocks looking to fuck me to death.”
“Don’t worry... I’ll protect you! You’re my wife, and I love you!”
Then he leaned down and kissed me, picking me up in his arms until I was dangling off the floor, and I kissed him back, just enjoying the moment between husband and wife. I was holding onto him by the neck, and so I felt a couple more hands cop a feel on my butt, with one enterprising man actually reach under to feel me and check for panties.
Setting me back down, he then grabbed me by the wrist and leaned down. “C’mon, we’re leaving.”
I started to ask questions but was only speaking to moving back as I had to quick-step to keep up. Shortly, after he had parted the crowd in front of him, we were outside, and there was a line outside to get in. No matter what, we wouldn’t be going back in.
He dragged me into the parking lot, between a large pickup truck and a full-size Mercedes, then he released me and opened his trousers.
“Suck me… right here, right now!”
It wasn’t a request, and I wanted to ease any conscience by pleasing him, so I simply lowered myself until I was sitting on my heels, the hem of my skirt falling to my waist. I looked up to him, under my eyebrows and gave him a Cheshire grin, and proceeded to give him the very best blow-job I knew how. Nothing spoken, nothing teased, just my lips, my tongue, and my mouth against his potent white shaft. I had him going, for sure, and when I was sure he was close, he actually grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up, bending me against the Mercedes, then he positioned himself behind me and lifted my skirt, before pulling down my pantyhose.
“Wait, Steve! Not here! People can see!”
Now I had done it, evidently, people heard me and started looking at us. But my husband was like a man possessed, and it took him no time to mount me and begin the succession of thrusts to penetrate my slickness, until he popped fully into my vagina, and began to plunder my pussy. I was moaning and grunting with his thrusts, and my wild and wide-eyed gaze could see people starting to ogle us, and a few cell phones came out to take pictures. ‘Great, I might be the next viral video’, I thought.
Suddenly, he withdrew, and I gasped, looking back at him.
“What are you doing?”
His response was body language as he kicked my heels apart and forced me flat on the hood of the Mercedes, and began to nudge the head of his cock up between my crack until I felt him push against my butt. I turned to try and plead with him.
“Steve! No! Not like this! It will hurrrrr!’ and that was the last I got to speak intelligibly.
My face was contorted in pain, and I struggled a little to try and prevent him from taking me this way, but as onlookers watched and recorded, he finally thrust his way through and my body relented. My voice let out a loud gasp as I was so demandingly plundered, and my husband began to fuck my ass relentlessly. It didn’t feel very good, honestly, but after a while, the pain stopped. I uttered soft grunts as he hammered home, his ball sac hitting my pussy as he forcibly took my ass. Mr. Chukwu had a longer cock, but a thinner one, much thinner, so he had a much easier time when he ***** me on the beach. But my husband had him beat on girth and that hurt more. Still, it didn’t take him long. Maybe a few minutes later, he finished, jolting me off my heels as his massive thrusts hammered his climax into me, until he stopped and simply stood there, his cock in my ass and dumping his cum inside my bowels.
When he was finished, he simply began to dress, and I pulled my pantyhose up and let my skirt fall back into place, to the golf-clapping applause and tittering of our impromptu audience. He then much more gently grasped my arm and led me to our car, where we headed back to the hotel.
“Steve! What the Holy Hell has gotten into you?” I fairly barked at him as we got to our room.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m sorry.” He replied as he was shedding his clothes.
“I need to take a shower. Will you join me so we can talk about it?”
His voice was apologetic, and I began to think he truly felt bad.
“Sure.” I said, starting to disrobe.
Inside the shower, we both let the hot water wash over us, his greater reach switching the nozzle back and forth to keep us both relatively warm. Grabbing a bar of soap, he began to lather me up, carefully, working to keep the arousal to a minimum as his soapy hands slid all over my chest, back, torso and crotch. He used extra care around my butt, and where he used to tease me with his finger, threatening playfully to take my ass, he skipped the routine, though he did spread my butt apart to inspect me.
“Whew.” He began. “No blood. I was worried that I had really hurt you.”
I grasped the soap from him and began to return the favor, starting first at his crotch and cleaning his manhood. If he had further ideas of amorous activity, I wasn’t going to let a soiled dick have me, no matter what. He stayed soft, but then I was more business-like as well, and moved on to soap up his body and then his back.
“Thank you for checking on me, Honey. Now…” and my tone hardened. “What the actual fuck was that?”
It was rare that I cussed like a soldier, but tonight was going to be one of those nights. I was not angry so much as hurt, emotionally.
“Why did you do that? Especially there, and in the parking lot?”
He shrugged for a moment, looking far away as he put the shower on me to rinse me down.
“Honestly? I’m not sure. The knowledge that guys were feeling you up at the club, the stories you tell me about your weekend away, all of it just added up into this moment where I felt like I needed to, well, and I know this will sound back, but I needed to re-assert my place in our marriage. I needed to make sure you knew where I stood, and where you stood in our relationship. We live a sort of 50’s lifestyle, where I provide and protect, and you care for the house and our children. I needed to make sure you knew where I stood, and that just seemed to be the best place to.. I dunno’... ensure we both knew our roles?”
He was searching for his own truth in all this. I now felt that his actions were an impulsive decision, to maybe remind me of his dominant position in our marriage. Still, my ass was sore, though, and would be for a few days.
“Fair enough, Honey. I can see why you might be feeling insecure. I haven’t done the right things yet to make you feel that way. But I will. Next weekend, no matter what. That I promise.”
I would know for sure if I was pregnant or not by then.
We returned to our more mundane, normal lives, and I spent the week staying away from Juwon. I didn’t want to give him any hopes of having sex with me. Not until I knew. So I did my normal wives’ groups and went to lunches and made sure the house was spotless and he had his favorite dishes to eat when he came home from work. I did my damnedest to take care of him. Then come Friday, I went to the store. It was time to find out. I should have started my period a couple of days ago, but I was getting that sinking feeling growing deeper. I entered the bathroom and sat on the toilet, before peeing on the stock. Not once, but two different sticks, from two different manufacturers. Now I just had to wait for 15 minutes. My heart thudded in my chest as I waited, and I pulled out the instructions for each kit and read them. Time clicked by. I remember thinking how stupid a girl had to be to not be able to figure out if she was pregnant or not. It was beyond simple. Then time was up.
I picked them both up, closing my eyes. I took a deep breath.
“C’mon Suzi. Be wrong, Suzi. Be so damn wrong. Please, be wrong!”
Then I opened my eyes, and I knew the truth.
I am a married white wife, and I was pregnant by a black man. Shit.
After taking a few moments to weep some tears, I pulled myself together, and texted Akanni.
“We need to talk.”
“B rt there.”
She wasn’t joking. 30 seconds couldn’t have elapsed as she knocked on the back door. I came out and we both sat at the picnic table, while she offered me a Diet Coke. I traded her the pee sticks for the can.
“Oh, dear, Suzi, I am so, so sorry.”
“I don’t think it is Juwon’s. I mean, yeah, we did it, but it was standing up, and it didn’t last overly long. You guys kept hounding him to join you. I suppose I should be glad for that. Plus I was able to do some clean-out afterwards.”
Akanni merely listened and nodded. Then she took a moment to speak.
“Dear, my ****** still has some power in my homeland. I would be happy to have it flexed for your benefit. Just tell me who you suspect it is. Is it Mr. Chukwu? I know he was pursuing you all night long.”
I rolled my eyes, snorting.
“Yeah, he was, and he eventually got me. He’s the one who took my dress from me and left me in my cape. He dragged me to the beach, and he did it there. But he absolutely can’t be the father.”
A look of confusion crossed her face.
“No? How is this so? He was bragging to everyone how he was going to, as he said, pluck your charms?”
I shook my head, grunting softly.
“No, he couldn’t possibly be the father...” I leaned forward, placing my hand flat on the table.
“He can’t be the father because when he ***** me, he took my ass.”
The look on Akanni’s face was priceless, and I would have laughed, had the situation not been so serious.
“Oh, Suzi. I am so, so sorry. I did not know he had such desires. It is not what he said when he was bragging. He even told my husband he was going to do it. We sent Juwon to try and warn you, but he could not find you in the time he had.”
I sighed heavily.
“Well, with his cock, I was glad he took my butt. Steve did it last week, and it hurt like Hell. Good ol’ Mr. Chukwu may be hung like a donkey, but he is very thin. It was uncomfortable, but not that painful. Steve hurt much more.”
Akanni quirked a brow. Evidently I had revealed something she did not know. Maybe about my husband, maybe about Mr. Chukwu. But she was now the smarter for it.
“Then who, Suzi, dear. Tell me who the father is, and I will take care of it.”
I snorted.
“Good fucking luck, Akanni. I don’t think anyone has the horsepower to touch him. It was the General. General whatshisname. The guy at dinner seated next to me. He had even been molesting me all while we ate, and even during the speeches.”
Her face fell, and I knew at that instant, I was on my own.
“Akanni, he ***** me so many times that night. Every time he made sure to finish in me, and made sure I didn’t waste a drop. He even fingered me afterwards, to make sure I orgasmed and to increase the chances of breeding me. There is no doubt, the black baby I am carrying is his.”
“Still, let me look into this, Suzi. Among everything else, you are my friend, and I look after my friends.”
There was an edge to her voice. For all her regal presence and carriage, she could still get angry.
“Please, go about your business and decide what you want to do. In the meantime, I will help you as best I can, and I will keep you informed. What would you like me to do with Juwon?”
I blanched and even got a little embarrassed. Given the news, I had not considered him at all.
“Just leave him to me, please? I’m not sure what will happen, but I know he can’t get me more pregnant.” I paused.
“And somehow I have to figure out how to tell Steve. I suspect he may kick me out of the house.”
“If that happens, Suzi, you will not be homeless. Just knock on our door, and you will have a bed for the night, while we work out living arrangements. While I daresay Juwon would love having you stay in our home, I am pretty sure that would be a very bad idea. I can get you an apartment, if necessary.”
“Akanni, I can’t ask that. It wouldn’t be fair!”
Akanni actually snapped at me.
“Suzi, it wasn’t fair of us to let what happened, happen. Like I have said, we owe you a great debt, and we will ensure you are provided for as long as necessary.”
Her point made, she simply got up to leave.
“Suzi, go inside and try and figure out what you will do. I have some arrangements to make.”
Yeah, there was an edge to her voice. A growl. She may not be showing it, but she was, indeed, very pissed off.
That night, now that I knew, I turned on my pussy to give to my husband. By the end of the night, I was going to fuck him into the ground, or die trying. So I did the one thing he had been begging for. I dressed up as if I were going to the resort. Hair, makeup, dress, the works. When he walked in the front door, I stood there, posed, looking as sexy as I could manage.
“Hey, Handsome! Like what you see?”
He did. Four times that night, though the last one was likely just a dry shot, and it took him forever to cum in me.
The first time, I teased him about my being *******, describing Mr. Chukwu and how he had pinned me helplessly as the wind blew my dress and cape over my head, making me helpless as he fingered me. That got him in about five minutes.
The next time, I whispered in his ear about being undressed, and forced to walk in the howling wind is just my cape and heels, my gloved fingers unable to grab my cape and protect myself as This same creep led me away, and ***** me on the beach, ****** my ass and abandoning me there, passed out on the sand.
The third time I made up an incident where a black man attacked me from behind, pulled my arms behind me at the elbows and fucked me so hard he was forcing me to step in front of him, making my voice squeal with every thrust as he made me climax time after time in front of other black men.
The last time I went into exquisite detail about how the General ***** me with his huge cock. Cumming in me with testicles the size of eggs, and how he worked to impregnate me with his vile, black seed. How his wife was helpless and defeated by the man’s superior strength and size, his flab pinning me under him as he cock massaged my sweet spot, my cervix, and then the end of my vagina, filling me to the absolute limit, cumming in me deeper than any man ever has, including my husband. That last statement was when my husband blasted off.
As he rolled off of me, both of us gasping for breath, he lay on his back, as was I, only with my cape and gloves and heels, he complimented on my story-telling, and told me how dirty my mind had become. It was then I told him.
“Honey… I am glad you enjoyed what happened. It made you so hot and horny!”
“Only because my wife is so damn sexy, with her body and her words!”
“So you liked it? All of it? The thought of your wife being ***** repeatedly by so many black men? That they worked to make me pregnant with a black child?”
“Yeah, it was pretty hot. I guess if you were okay, and some black guy took you to bed, I might be okay with it. I mean, he ***** you. Not that you would go to bed with him willingly.”
“Trust me. I didn’t have sex with any of them willingly.”
“Wait! What?” and he propped himself on his elbow to look at me.
I looked at him and nodded.
“Yes, Honey, it is true. The things I just told you tonight are all true. I had black men molesting me, fingering me, forcing me to orgasm, and yes, I was ***** a total of six times. All of them climaxed in me.” Then I hesitated and finally decided to tell him.
“And yes. One of them gave me his child. I am pregnant with the child of a black man.”
My husband flopped back on the bed and was silent for what felt like hours.
“Honey? I am so, so sorry! I... I didn’t want this to happen. I didn’t try to make it happen!”
“So who is the father?”
“It is some Nigerian General. He’s a Nigerian citizen who was here on a visa. From what I hear, he has gone back home.”
“Was he really like you said?”
“Yes, my Love. Every word of it. His cock has to be a foot long, and thick. The first time, it really hurt, at first. Then it got easier. But he literally made it his goal in life to get me pregnant. I tried to escape from him several times, but he kept catching me. Then he would drag me back to his bed and **** me all over again, until I finally passed out.”
“Did you kiss him?”
“Yes. I couldn’t stop him. I know it is hard to explain, but he was making me gasp for air, and then he would just shove his tongue down my throat.”
He looked me dead in the eyes, his stare holding my gaze, both of us unblinking. I held nothing back, and let his eyes peer what felt directly into my soul. I wanted him to see I loved him so very much. I kept my eyes on his until he was through with me.
“Alright. So what do we do now?”
“I dunno. I guess the first thing I need to do is see a doctor. I don’t know about an abortion. The thought bothers me. I mean, even if the baby is not yours, we both are against abortion. Right? I mean, we still are?”
He was quiet for a long time.
“Let me think on that. But in the meantime, go see a doctor and see what our options are. Wait. Why didn’t you take a morning after pill?”
“Steve, Honey, by the time I got back, it was too late. It wasn’t like the resort had a pharmacy, and I didn’t suspect anything for a couple of days after.”
In a way, it was true. My time with the General had left me with a feeling, but nothing I could speak to. So I was fudging, a little. But I had to keep my marriage alive.
He looked at me, frowning thoughtfully.
“Alright, here is the deal. Go to the doctor, and continue to do what is necessary to have a healthy baby, for now. We still have a little time, and I want to speak with an attorney.”
“What???” I suddenly went into pure panic mode. “Steve! I love you! I didn’t cheat on you, honest! I never wa-“
My husband placed his fingers over my lips to shut me up.
“Not a divorce lawyer, Suzi. A civil attorney. If we are going to have this baby, I am going to sue this asswipe for child-support until his back bleeds. I’m going to take him for every penny he has, has ever had, and will ever have!”
I sighed with relief and real tears began to flow. I started crying, and he did the kindest thing.
He pulled me to him, spooned me, and held me close as he whispered how much he loved me, until I fell asleep.
