I look down and feel the bundle of joy in my arms. Seeing his jet black curly hair as he sucks on my nipple, taking his morning breakfast. He is only 18 weeks old, and already I think he looks like his father, well what I can remember of him.
My breasts hurt they are so full. He slept in today. I wanted to wake him but didn’t. I asked hubby to suck some, but he was on a work call. I could have used the pump but didn’t want to fuss with that thing yet today. But the right breast is feeling much better as he drains it.
His beautiful black skin, next to my pale white skin. I am amazed at his little fingers and long lanky body. He is a little miracle. I have to smile, it’s not the best situation, but I do love this little thing.
I never would have thought I would be breastfeeding my baby at 47. How on earth did I get here you ask? To me it’s like a dream, to my husband a nightmare, I think. He is getting better, accepting it, us, but it’s harder for him.
How did we end up here? Where do I begin? Tom, my husband, has always had the fantasy of us as more sexual people than we are. Or I was maybe. He had suggested swinging or nude beaches, or other things throughout our marriage. I was 22 when we married and 47 now, so 25 years we are married. I always turned him down to his suggestions, but not that I was a prude or anything, I think most times I thought it was way too risky. Other times we had the kids, and they were young and that was the farthest thing from my mind.
We had a pretty decent sex life over the years, I never told him no. Well, I never told him not now, lol, yes, I have told him no to a few things. No anal, and he knew I was not much into oral sex, so a blowjob a year for him and he was happy, but I was more than happy to open my legs anytime he wanted me. I initiated sex too, tried to look good for him and keep him interested, within reason, but I didn’t make it all his job to get sex, I was not that type, to me I felt it took two. I wanted him happy and for us to be a team and build a future.
Many a time I went without panties or a bra for him or to tease him. But there was that line. I could not have sex with other men. Sure, I found many men attractive, and some I had fantasies about. I think most men do get that about women, we are not that different, but maybe we don’t talk about it like they do. I don’t know, but we were ok, happy.
With the girls older, 21 and 23, we have been enjoying the newfound connection between us being empty nesters. Hub had suggested a vacation and living in rural Texas I thought that it would be a great getaway. We talked about places to go and although we wanted the Caribbean, Nassau was a bit pricing, but he found a great deal on a beautiful resort in Jamaica. We had planned it for mid-December. This worked well since one of the kids was still in college and would get home about a few days after we would.
As time got closer, I was doing my best to lose a few pounds wanting to look good in a swimsuit. I had been online looking at them and although I wanted a few one pieces, I knew he would not be thrilled so bought a few of those and then two of the bikini style. Both types were very checky, high-hipped, where most of your ass is showing. I didn’t know if I could wear them but thought it was now or never and we would be out of the country, it would be the beach and just us, I did want to get a bit of spark in him and knew that would do it. At 46, I was still in pretty good shape. No, I was not a hard body any longer, but at 5ft 5in 140, I did ok. My 34C’s were slightly affected by gravity, but I thank god the two girls breastfeeding on them years ago didn’t make them into pancakes which could have happened very easily. I still turned heads a little, maybe not like when I was younger, but I still did some. My long blond hair also helped me look probably younger than I was.
We were leaving on Wednesday and returning on the Monday after, so the Saturday before I had booked a spa day to get waxed. I was barely trimmed, but even the one-piece suit was cut rather high and narrow in the crotch and I could have shaved but thought this would be easier for the week, and I knew Tom would die (love it) when he saw it. He had been after me for years to do it, and I just never did. I would wait to show him until we got there if I could. We were busy the next few days and I put off sex with him, just once, so that he would be surprised when we got there.
We arrived late in the afternoon Wednesday and just went to the beach bar for drinks. It was beautiful! We had a light dinner, walked the beach some, and just enjoyed the fantastic weather. It was later, we were in the room and getting ready for bed, when Tom said he had a surprise. I could tell by the way he was saying it, that it was dubious. So he pulled out two bags. Said I should keep an open mind, we are out of the country, and he loved me. Which made me laugh and think I had a clue already. Sure enough, I opened the first one and it was a bikini. Well, it said it was a bikini, lol. It was more like a lot of string. I held it up, it was white, but it was cute, barely covered my nipples let alone my C cups. Then I held up the bottom to the shorts I had on, and it was the tiniest V of cloth that would barely cover my pussy, and the rest was just string!
I laughed, said we shall see, that I was not sure about that. The other one was very similar to the first but told him I had bought some new ones that were very sexy too so we would have to see how it worked out. I told him to get ready for bed, I had my surprise for him. Hub has the best tongue! He will always go down on me first, making me cum and then we make him cum. This was no exception. He loved the look and kept saying so. After I had cum, I was ready for him to fuck me but he wanted me to glide on him and play with his nipples, he said this way he could watch my bare pussy and it would be even hotter for him, so I said ok.
I got on top and spread my wet pussy lips over his cock as he laid on his back, sliding up and down slowly from his balls to his cockhead. My hands play with his nipples, pinching them and pulling. He loved nipple play almost more than any woman I have known. But I loved to make him happy if I could. About 4 minutes of this and soon he was cumming on his belly.
I let him clean up and we both went to bed in each other's arms.
Thursday the next morning we woke and he was wanting me again, we were kissing and he wanted to fuck me and I asked if he could cum another way, otherwise I would be leaking all day. The one thing about Tom, he produced a lot of cum. Since it would be mainly a beach day, I didn’t want to have a wet spot in my suite all day. He understood and soon he was fucking my breasts and cumming on my neck. Tom had a thing for ZZ Top and loved to cum like that thinking of their song Pearl Necklace. I didn’t mind. Soon he was wanting to go down on me, but I was fine and told him we could do that later, I wanted breakfast if there was any since we slept in very late, and then wanted the beach!
He had dressed quickly and went to get us coffee at least. I had pulled out the bikinis and was looking them over. I hesitated on the ones I bought, looked at the ones he bought, and said no, no way, not yet at least. And then looked at one of my old ones I brought too. I would feel much better in it, but knew he would love the other, so thought I would work up to it over the next few days. Today would be the one piece, tomorrow maybe the cheeky one and then maybe is? Lol, it was a partial plan anyway.
The one-piece was red and there was a white one too, I picked the red, It was very high on my hips and my whole ass hung out as if it was nothing but a thong in the back. I felt a bit uncomfortable in it but said ok it's for him! I put on my wrap to cover up and would surprise him at the beach.
Tom showed up and we went for breakfast, and he had reserved some lounge chairs and an umbrella on the beach! It was a great day. When I showed him my suit, he instantly got an erection saying how sexy it was and he still hoped I would consider the ones he bought. I didn’t realize how thin the material was on this one and you could see my nipples poking through. I figured hey, it's Jamaica and I should not worry about it. We had drinks and lunch on the beach and took a nap, it was an amazing day.
The beach was not crowded at all and there was no one near us all day. The closest couple was about 30 yards away which was perfect. Although there were lots of ‘salesmen’ as I call them. Young black men walking up and down, trying to sell you everything from drugs to clothes. Initially, I was put off, laying there feeling a bit naked, but after the drinks hit I didn’t care anymore and honestly all the locals walking the beach and their ogling eyes made it kind of a turn-on. Harmless fun! Tom kept telling me how the black men were looking at me, how they wanted me, but I just laughed at him.
That night we had sex again, much like the night before, he wanted me on top, gliding on him and playing with his nipples. I was glad to do it, we were enjoying the time and I wanted our vacation to be as good for him too. He has the best tongue, thankfully since I don’t orgasm through intercourse.
Friday the next day was about the same, but I wore the white one-piece. Tom wanted me to wear his but I was not quite ready for that today, well, maybe ever! I liked this one, sure it was sheer but it also made me feel sexy too, well until I went in the water. They really should tell you more about these things when you buy them. He could not believe it when I walked out and back to our chairs, he said the suit was mostly transparent and could make out every little bump on my nipples and see my belly button. Thank god I had waxed, or he would be seeing my bush hair too! That would not have been cool, not that being naked was either, but the heat dried it pretty quickly, but I was starting to enjoy the free spirit part of the trip, nothing to worry about or how I looked, not that I looked bad, just that I looked pretty sexy honestly. Or the eyes of all the guys waking by were telling me anyway.
That night after the beach we went to the club that was on the premises. It was fun, Tom talked me into no panties and I flashed him a few times. I love to dance, but Tom is ok, but not as much into it as I was, so he drank more and I danced more. That evening when we got to the room he was exhausted, with the drinking, and the day in the sun he was beaten and was asleep within minutes of the door closing behind us.
Saturday came and we decided to go and see the town if we could. We took our time getting ready and ended up showering together, where I jerked Tom off to his great pleasure. I later dressed and had on a cute pair of short shorts and a blouse, sans bra for Tom. The number of stares I got, made me feel like I was almost naked. Being in another country, and being one of the fewer white women, made me very self-conscious, but at the same time, caused my nipples to stay erect almost all day which just created more stares. Tom told me more than a few times how he thought all the black guys we saw wanted to fuck me. We spent the day trying to navigate our way through shops and ended up back to the hotel about dinner time. We had dinner and back to the room early, we just hung out and were in bed early without any sex.
Sunday came and our last day since we were leaving at about noon on Monday. We decided to spend the day at the beach. I put on the very cheeky two-piece I bought. Hub was not thrilled, since it was not his, but he still loved it and it was showing a ton more than I was used to. We started the day with a light breakfast and then on the beach, Tom ordered Bloody Marys. That was the start. A few hours later, must have been 2 pm or so, and 3 drinks later, I told Tom I was going to the room to use the restroom and would be back.
In the room I found the one suit Tom had bought and thought, why not, I mean it's just an afternoon, we don’t know anyone. It would be like walking naked, but many of the other women I have seen were wearing them and many of the women were topless. I knew it would turn him on, so I changed into that. Looking at myself in the mirror I just laughed. What am I doing as a 46 yr old mom and wife? This is wild. The top were barely two small triangles that barely covered my areola let alone did anything to support my whole breast. And the bottom was just the tiniest patch of cloth covering my pussy. The sides, back and everything else was just a tiny string. Well, this is what he wanted, so what the hell. I was naked!
I put my wrap on and went back down to the beach. Tom was into a book as I walked up so I had to get his attention. When Tom finally looked up, I let the warp fall and did a twirl for him. He beamed with a smile so large. I told him, “Just for you!”
We had another drink, and he could not stop looking at me. About an hour later it was now about 3, and one of the local guys had stopped by wanting to sell us some t-shirts. Tom was all over it, which I found odd, he said we had not bought anything yet, so wanted something. The local then came over, Kneeled between Tom and me on the sand. Soon he was talking to both of us, joking and making comments to Tom about how lucky he was. With all the drinks, I was fine, looking back, I would normally have been trying to cover up, but this guy was smooth, and I know as he talked, I looked him over. Maybe 30, thin, but very fit, and funny.
Soon he was also offering to sell suntan lotion, saying I should have some or would burn, and was offering to put it on me, I was about to say no, when Tom Blurted out, yes. I was shocked but then realized this was all part of his fantasy. I thought for a moment and said to myself to just go along, for now, it’s a public beach!
That’s how I met Rog, as he called himself. I am sure that was not his name, but we called him Rog from then on. Rog stayed with us for quite a while, first rubbing location all over me, and when I say all, I mean all. He moved the tiny triangles on my nipples, to make sure they didn’t burn, I could see Tom had an erection watching this man rub me over every inch of my body. I won’t lie, I was turned on too. Soon he had me topless, and by then, my heart was beating a bit faster.
This had escalated quickly, yet slowly too, It was all over about an hour when Roj said he needed to go to tend to something, and he and Tom talked a bit, and he said he would see us for drinks later.
When he left, I looked at Tom, he was grinning from ear to ear, I asked him what he said. Tom said he only said we would be having drinks later, but that anything more would be totally up to me. I was shocked, but also very turned on and felt no pain with all the drinks.
We made our way back to the room to dress for dinner, and once in the room, Tom was all over me, wanting me. I kissed him a lot, let him touch me, feel me, feel how wet I was from all the attention from Roj and he was I was naked now, and he was close when I stopped him.
I had stood up, I was naked, Tom was laying on his back on the bed, and I got on top of him. I started to stroke him, when I said to him that we can’t have sex, that I know he wants me to fuck Roj later, and I let that linger. I had no intention of fucking Roj, later, but loved the idea of teasing my husband. The look on his face was priceless. I then told him that I don’t think Roj would want a cum filled pussy, that it should be clean and ready for Roj, and asked him if he felt the same.
I almost burst out laughing but held it in as he stammered yes. I said good, now I am going to shower, and I think you should too, and no jerking off, if I can’t cum yet, you should not either, agreed?
The look on his face, I will never forget it. I was so joking, but he thought I was serious. I am sure a part of him thought I was not, but he wanted to believe, he wanted this to happen, he could not deny that he wanted it so bad, he was going to believe it till it either came true or didn’t. We both showered and I put on a thong, a short dress, and a tight t-shirt, no bra. I asked Tom, “Think Roj will like me like this?” keeping the game going in my head. He had a hard time talking, but finally got out the words yes.
I had no intention of being with anyone but my Hubby, but seeing him so eager, and so attentive, I thought stringing him along for a while would be fun, and might spice the night up, who knows?
I was enjoying teasing Tom, it was turning him on. I was not even sure Roj was showing up and if he did, I have no clue what his expectations were. I mean of course I know what he would want, but that was not my plan. We had a light dinner and walked along the beach one more time. Since we were leaving the next day it would be the last time we would see it. We had had a few drinks with dinner and were feeling no pain as we showed up at the hotel bar for one more. There was Roj.
I was kinda shocked actually to see Roj, but Tom had invited him and I thought, I would play along for now. We all ordered more drinks and more drinks and more drinks. It was now 10 and getting late but we were joking and having a great time. Roj turned out to be a nice guy. At the beach, they all come off as island sales-people, but here he was just another guy and Tom was taken with him. I won’t lie, I looked him over, and he had everything a girl would need! But that didn’t mean I was taking it, but it did cross my mind. We had flirted a lot over drinks, and there was some touching, but it never got out of hand. I know I winked at Tom some, giving him the idea more could or might happen, but that was just me feeding his fantasy.
The rest of the night went kind of quick, I still look back and think wow, how did that happen? It was a few minutes after 10 when Tom said its time to move the party to the room. I was ready, the warm evening air was comfortable, but I was ready to be in some air-conditioning and I will be honest, when he said that, I truly didn’t comprehend what he was saying. We all got up and I remember Roj just being part of us and going to the room with us. In the room, Tom put some music on and Roj lit a joint. Tom was quick to join him, but I declined. With the Music on, Roj wanted to dance, so I was moving with him. Tom was picking songs and looking back, I can see it, but at the time I was not paying attention. I was enjoying dancing with Roj, he was tall and fit, and his eyes were eating me up, it was heating me. But as I said, I didn’t see it then, but the songs slowly went from fast to slow, and soon I am in his arms holding him and him holding me. I am not sure when, but at some point he was hot, took off his shirt, his hard chest, and abbs, this was fun.
I know we were dancing close; I could feel his body heat. Soon I looked up and his face was right there, and we just started kissing. I can’t explain it to this day. We were only in the hotel room maybe 30 minutes. My whole body was tingling, his lips devoured mine as our tongues danced in each other’s mouths. Soon my t-shirt was off, and then we were on the bed, making out like teenagers.
At some point, I know he, or Tom, pulled off my shorts and my thong. I could feel his huge hands all over my body, touching me, it was like fire, and I could not get enough. I knew deep down, somewhere, I should stop, I looked over at Tom and he had his penis out and was jerking off. I took that as his approval, but I was not sure I had mine, so I went back to kissing him.
Next, I was on my back, he was standing at the end of the bed, my legs were open, and he was taking off his shorts. My god, I had never seen a black man’s cock before, and that was impressive. It occurred to me we should use protection. I was 46, and two years ago my doctor told me I was no longer fertile, and Tom had been snipped so many years ago that we never bothered with birth control. I said something about a condom. He was stroking it, it was huge compared to Toms.
Soon Tom was next to the bed, I recall thinking how and where did he get a condom, then the craziest thing ever happened. I swear I saw this because you could have hit me over the head with a hammer, but Tom had taken the condom out of the wrapper and moved and was putting it on Roj’s huge black cock. I was stunned. Soon he had it fully on and then Raj was over me, holding his cock and sliding it up and down my entrance, soon he was in me, and I know I moaned louder than ever before.
From the very moment, he was fully in me, THE VERY MOMENT, I knew this was something, someone special. We had sex for so long, It was a good 30 minutes, he had me all over the bed, in every position, and had me orgasm 3 times. I had never orgasmed from intercourse before. This man was special! Soon he was cumming too and I didn’t realize at first, my mind was so taken with the event as a whole, that I didn’t grasp that the condom had broke and he was filling me with his cum.
We laid there a few minutes, I looked over and Tom was on the sofa, he had finished jerking off too I imagine as he was naked, limp, and just laid back watching us. I could not believe what just happened, it was beyond amazing. I said I needed a drink and Tom jumped up and came back with water for both of us.
After a few minutes, I went to the restroom and came back and Roj was laying on his back, I got on top of him, all smiles, asking him how he learned how to make love to a woman so well. He just smiled and said something along the lines It was all me, but we both knew that was not true. I just laid on his chest for a few minutes. I looked over and Tom had pulled a blanket over him as he lay on the sofa, he looked exhausted, about how I felt, yet so alive too.
It was maybe 10 min later that Roj got up and went to the restroom. I was laying there when he came back and he put his limp, but huge black cock near my mouth and said he wanted me again, I should make him hard. My mind raced, I was not sure I could go again, like that! But I opened my mouth and started to suck on him some. It's funny how you don’t like something, normally, yet at times you do it and fully enjoy it, this was that moment. His black cock in my mouth just felt right and I was trying to do my best. Soon he was hard and he asked me if he should get another condom.
I said no, the damage was done if there was any, and I enjoyed him in me. We fucked for another 30 minutes, again, all over the bed, with him making me cum 2 more times before he again filled me with his cum and then we both just collapsed on the bed and fell asleep. I woke the next morning to feeling hands between my legs, opening my eyes to his staring at me, his black features so close to me, he kissed me, and my legs opened, the memory of the amazing sex the night before flooding my brain.
We made love again or had sex, I don’t know that either is accurate. It was not pure sex, but it was not love-making either, but somewhere in the middle for sure. But what I do know, is it was the best sexual experience in my life, and the best sexual partner in my life, we went at it for another 30 minutes before he finally filled me with his cum again.
Roj left shortly after that, and Tom joined me in bed. We had to make sure the other was ok, I worried about him. I had been so into Roj, I just never thought at the time how Tom was. I thought this was what Tom had wanted, he sure gave me every indication, but now I had to make sure. Tom assured me he was good, and from his hard-on, I took his word. He wanted me too at that moment, but I was way too tender to want him.
I was almost giddy with the excitement of the sex and told Tom. I tried to explain to him how great the sex was with Raj, the level, the amazement. I could not believe I had done it, but was so glad I did and kept thanking him for making it happen. I told him over and over thank you, thank you for doing this. He wanted me, but again, I could not, but I offered to suck him. I am not a fan, and he knows that, but at this point in my life, I wanted to make him happy and was more than willing. He was eager to accept. I gave him the best blowjob I could, and even swallowed. After that, we didn’t have much time, we had to pack and it was time to catch our flight back home.
When we arrived home, we talked a lot about the events of the trip. The sex, how I liked it, and how exciting it was. Tom wanted me to find someone local, but I was hesitant. I said it was a one-time thing for now, that I loved him and felt someone all the time, locally, could be too much of a risk. But I would keep it in mind, and we could talk more.
I did love the teasing of Tom on the last day of the trip and told him how he would see lots more of that. Over the next few weeks, I reminded him often how I enjoyed the trip, how only the locals fucked me, and not him, again, teasing him knowing he loves the tease. Yes, as it turned out, we had sex on the trip, but Tom never did fuck me in all those days. I love to remind him of that. When Tom and I would be out, I would often point out a black guy and gush about how hot he was, and how I bet he could fuck me as good as Roj, making Tom just himself turned on. It was a whole new thing for us.
Our sex life was off the charts at first. Tom was always talking about me with others and I had to simmer him down some reminding him it was fantastic, but a one-time thing. Over the first month home, we talked about it every day. Some days lots! It dominated our conversations. As we hit the second month home, I was not feeling myself, but it was not every day so our sex had started to slow too. I think we were starting to come off the high of the trip. I just could not shake the bug I seem to have caught.
During the 3rd month home, I knew something was wrong and told Tom I had a doctor's appointment. I just could not pinpoint what was wrong with me.
In talking with my Doctor in her office, we went back and forth with questions. When she asked me if I have been sexually active. I said yes, hub and I are. She looked at her notes and then said, ‘Just him?’ It took me off guard, but I replied no, not just him. She had a small smile and said she thought she might know but wanted to take a blood test. An assistant came in and took blood and I waited in the waiting room. After a few minutes, they called me back again to the doctor’s office this time. She and I sat down and she was not smiling.
She said, that the tests were what she thought and that I was pregnant.
To say I was stunned was not enough. I thought that could not be right, so asked her, “What did you say” and she repeated herself.
I said, “But you told me years ago I could not get pregnant!
She looked at her notes more and said “Yes, I see that, but that the human body has its ideas sometimes, that sometimes they even defy logic.”
I could not believe this, there was no way I could be pregnant. Then like a bomb, like being pregnant was not enough, I woke up to I was BLACK pregnant! OMG, no, that’s not possible, I told her, “I can’t be.”
I didn’t know what I was going to tell Tom. Driving home My mind just was spinning. How do I handle this??
It took me a few days to decide how to tell Tom. Even then, I just didn’t know how, but knew it was time. We were in bed a few nights later and I just blurted it out. The shocked look on his face so mirrored my feelings. We didn’t say a lot, and I told him I had no other answers, just that he needed to know.
As the days went by, we talked a lot more, lots of what if this, what if that, could you.
It was coming clear; he did not want the baby. I was up in the air. It’s one thing when you didn’t know, but now that I do know. I feel my boobs so fully, thinking there is a living being in my belly. Thinking back to having the girls. My mind was going in the opposite direction.
More time went on and the next thing I know its 4 months. I am still on the fence, but thinking at my age, where we live in rural Texas, maybe this is not a great idea. I looked up planned parenthood and did call them once. Lovely that our Governor has taken away my rights, I would have to travel to another state if I wanted to get an abortion. When would I have time for that?
It was Melody’s birthday Friday, and she was coming over for dinner. Her sister Amber would be there. It was good to see my *********. As they got older you see them less and less. Melody is the younger one and in college, although would be coming home for the weekend. Amber had graduated and was living nearby.
Amber got there first. Tom was not home yet and said he might be a bit later because of work. Amber and I were talking for a good 25 minutes when Mel got home. She is the bubbly one she came in like a tornado, getting a drink from the fridge, and talking the whole time. Amber and I were sitting at the kitchen table as Mel was telling a story, getting a snack when she stopped mid-sentence and was looking at me. Amber and I were confused, and both looked at her when she just blurted out. “OMG, You are Pregnant.”
I wanted to jump up and say no but knew I couldn’t. I think I probably turned about 30 shades of red as I sat there for a minute. Finally, I just burst into tears.
It took a few minutes to gain my composure. It was the hormones taking me all over the place. I finally admitted it to them. They had a million questions, but I told them to stop. And then told them the truth. I told them I could make something up but I wanted to be truthful now, in case, well, I keep it.
Amber was in more shock I think than Tom when I told them. Mel on the other hand, had a very Mel response. She was all smiles and saying good for you Mom and how progressive was for being open-minded to have sex with a black man and that she can understand it, she had been with quite a few in college and loved the sex. I think Amber was not ready for so much baring of our souls. The poor girl was in double shock listening to her sister go on.
I can understand how Amber felt. I was surprised. It was like Mel to just start talking and blurting things out, although she had a private side too that we were just finding out. You see Mel had been dating Joey since they were juniors in high school. Joey didn’t go to the same college as Mel did. But if Mel was home, Joey was always home and the two were always together to this day. As you start to connect the dots, meant, Mel cheated on him while out of town. I was not sure how I felt about that, but knew it was not my business.
I could see Amber connecting the dots too. Joey was a good kid, we all liked him. We all thought they would be married after college. Although I am not sure I ever saw Mel as a farmer and Joey’s parents were farmers and he spent most of his spare time working the farm. But again, who knows? And sure enough, about on queue, Amber blurted out “So you have been cheating on Joey?”
Before I could diffuse the situation, Mel just jumped in. “First, sex with black men is not cheating. I am never going to marry one, and they are never going to be faithful, it's just college sex, nothing else. And if you were not so wound tight, you would know you should have tried too, it’s the best sex you will ever have!”
I about fell off my chair, and Amber just got madder looking, It was then I took control and said that would be a conversation for another time, that we are not going to argue, and so on. Once the room was a bit more in order, I had to quietly admire Mel. She said out loud a lot about how I felt.
It was now about my 8th month. As you know we live in Rural Texas. Tom has to see and work with many of the townspeople. It will be difficult for him once everyone knows his wife will give birth to a black baby. But I had made my mind up. I was keeping this little miracle. I was showing and anyone who ever asked, I told the truth. Well, a cleaned-up version. We had gone to a swinger’s club by mistake on vacation and while there, decided to experiment. It was not that far from the truth. Many were wide-eyed and a few women in town started to keep their distance, but that was ok. You do find your friends in these times.
The others, the real friends, well, they could not get enough of the nitty-gritty details of the sex! It's funny how you think some women are just boring, but they aren’t. They are just repressed some and this was something to bring them out of that. I shared everything! I even told them where to go and find out on their own! I doubt many will, but you never know.
So that brings me up to today, 18 weeks later, this little guy nursing on my left breast now, giving me some relief.
Tom has adjusted. The town has seen our little miracle, and most have been pretty good. There will always be a few, but that’s the case about anything.
I did have to help Tom adjust some, but it’s worked out. Well, a concession let's say. I have learned to enjoy oral a bit more with Tom. I find he is a changed person after he cums. And since I was not able to have sex for a while, it was the perfect time. Amber is on her way to babysit, we are going on our weekly date. We started this just before I gave birth and want to make sure to find time for us.
Even though it's our date, we are meeting a guy. Houston is only about 2 hours away. I have pumped a lot and it's in the fridge, and Amber will spend the night. We have been talking with Eric for a few weeks now. He is a very good-looking black man. I gave in if you ask Hub. He wanted me with others, and at this point, I am ready to relive that great time on the island. We have a hotel room reserved and if all works out, this will be the start of a whole new life for us.
Oh, and yes, I have been blowing hub a lot, and we have had sex. I had to wait of course the 9 weeks my doctor recommended but we have had sex since. And since we have a date, no different than on vacation, the hub has been abstaining from me this past week. We made up some rules to make this fun for both of us. I am sure they will evolve as this does, stay tuned for more.
My breasts hurt they are so full. He slept in today. I wanted to wake him but didn’t. I asked hubby to suck some, but he was on a work call. I could have used the pump but didn’t want to fuss with that thing yet today. But the right breast is feeling much better as he drains it.
His beautiful black skin, next to my pale white skin. I am amazed at his little fingers and long lanky body. He is a little miracle. I have to smile, it’s not the best situation, but I do love this little thing.
I never would have thought I would be breastfeeding my baby at 47. How on earth did I get here you ask? To me it’s like a dream, to my husband a nightmare, I think. He is getting better, accepting it, us, but it’s harder for him.
How did we end up here? Where do I begin? Tom, my husband, has always had the fantasy of us as more sexual people than we are. Or I was maybe. He had suggested swinging or nude beaches, or other things throughout our marriage. I was 22 when we married and 47 now, so 25 years we are married. I always turned him down to his suggestions, but not that I was a prude or anything, I think most times I thought it was way too risky. Other times we had the kids, and they were young and that was the farthest thing from my mind.
We had a pretty decent sex life over the years, I never told him no. Well, I never told him not now, lol, yes, I have told him no to a few things. No anal, and he knew I was not much into oral sex, so a blowjob a year for him and he was happy, but I was more than happy to open my legs anytime he wanted me. I initiated sex too, tried to look good for him and keep him interested, within reason, but I didn’t make it all his job to get sex, I was not that type, to me I felt it took two. I wanted him happy and for us to be a team and build a future.
Many a time I went without panties or a bra for him or to tease him. But there was that line. I could not have sex with other men. Sure, I found many men attractive, and some I had fantasies about. I think most men do get that about women, we are not that different, but maybe we don’t talk about it like they do. I don’t know, but we were ok, happy.
With the girls older, 21 and 23, we have been enjoying the newfound connection between us being empty nesters. Hub had suggested a vacation and living in rural Texas I thought that it would be a great getaway. We talked about places to go and although we wanted the Caribbean, Nassau was a bit pricing, but he found a great deal on a beautiful resort in Jamaica. We had planned it for mid-December. This worked well since one of the kids was still in college and would get home about a few days after we would.
As time got closer, I was doing my best to lose a few pounds wanting to look good in a swimsuit. I had been online looking at them and although I wanted a few one pieces, I knew he would not be thrilled so bought a few of those and then two of the bikini style. Both types were very checky, high-hipped, where most of your ass is showing. I didn’t know if I could wear them but thought it was now or never and we would be out of the country, it would be the beach and just us, I did want to get a bit of spark in him and knew that would do it. At 46, I was still in pretty good shape. No, I was not a hard body any longer, but at 5ft 5in 140, I did ok. My 34C’s were slightly affected by gravity, but I thank god the two girls breastfeeding on them years ago didn’t make them into pancakes which could have happened very easily. I still turned heads a little, maybe not like when I was younger, but I still did some. My long blond hair also helped me look probably younger than I was.
We were leaving on Wednesday and returning on the Monday after, so the Saturday before I had booked a spa day to get waxed. I was barely trimmed, but even the one-piece suit was cut rather high and narrow in the crotch and I could have shaved but thought this would be easier for the week, and I knew Tom would die (love it) when he saw it. He had been after me for years to do it, and I just never did. I would wait to show him until we got there if I could. We were busy the next few days and I put off sex with him, just once, so that he would be surprised when we got there.
We arrived late in the afternoon Wednesday and just went to the beach bar for drinks. It was beautiful! We had a light dinner, walked the beach some, and just enjoyed the fantastic weather. It was later, we were in the room and getting ready for bed, when Tom said he had a surprise. I could tell by the way he was saying it, that it was dubious. So he pulled out two bags. Said I should keep an open mind, we are out of the country, and he loved me. Which made me laugh and think I had a clue already. Sure enough, I opened the first one and it was a bikini. Well, it said it was a bikini, lol. It was more like a lot of string. I held it up, it was white, but it was cute, barely covered my nipples let alone my C cups. Then I held up the bottom to the shorts I had on, and it was the tiniest V of cloth that would barely cover my pussy, and the rest was just string!
I laughed, said we shall see, that I was not sure about that. The other one was very similar to the first but told him I had bought some new ones that were very sexy too so we would have to see how it worked out. I told him to get ready for bed, I had my surprise for him. Hub has the best tongue! He will always go down on me first, making me cum and then we make him cum. This was no exception. He loved the look and kept saying so. After I had cum, I was ready for him to fuck me but he wanted me to glide on him and play with his nipples, he said this way he could watch my bare pussy and it would be even hotter for him, so I said ok.
I got on top and spread my wet pussy lips over his cock as he laid on his back, sliding up and down slowly from his balls to his cockhead. My hands play with his nipples, pinching them and pulling. He loved nipple play almost more than any woman I have known. But I loved to make him happy if I could. About 4 minutes of this and soon he was cumming on his belly.
I let him clean up and we both went to bed in each other's arms.
Thursday the next morning we woke and he was wanting me again, we were kissing and he wanted to fuck me and I asked if he could cum another way, otherwise I would be leaking all day. The one thing about Tom, he produced a lot of cum. Since it would be mainly a beach day, I didn’t want to have a wet spot in my suite all day. He understood and soon he was fucking my breasts and cumming on my neck. Tom had a thing for ZZ Top and loved to cum like that thinking of their song Pearl Necklace. I didn’t mind. Soon he was wanting to go down on me, but I was fine and told him we could do that later, I wanted breakfast if there was any since we slept in very late, and then wanted the beach!
He had dressed quickly and went to get us coffee at least. I had pulled out the bikinis and was looking them over. I hesitated on the ones I bought, looked at the ones he bought, and said no, no way, not yet at least. And then looked at one of my old ones I brought too. I would feel much better in it, but knew he would love the other, so thought I would work up to it over the next few days. Today would be the one piece, tomorrow maybe the cheeky one and then maybe is? Lol, it was a partial plan anyway.
The one-piece was red and there was a white one too, I picked the red, It was very high on my hips and my whole ass hung out as if it was nothing but a thong in the back. I felt a bit uncomfortable in it but said ok it's for him! I put on my wrap to cover up and would surprise him at the beach.
Tom showed up and we went for breakfast, and he had reserved some lounge chairs and an umbrella on the beach! It was a great day. When I showed him my suit, he instantly got an erection saying how sexy it was and he still hoped I would consider the ones he bought. I didn’t realize how thin the material was on this one and you could see my nipples poking through. I figured hey, it's Jamaica and I should not worry about it. We had drinks and lunch on the beach and took a nap, it was an amazing day.
The beach was not crowded at all and there was no one near us all day. The closest couple was about 30 yards away which was perfect. Although there were lots of ‘salesmen’ as I call them. Young black men walking up and down, trying to sell you everything from drugs to clothes. Initially, I was put off, laying there feeling a bit naked, but after the drinks hit I didn’t care anymore and honestly all the locals walking the beach and their ogling eyes made it kind of a turn-on. Harmless fun! Tom kept telling me how the black men were looking at me, how they wanted me, but I just laughed at him.
That night we had sex again, much like the night before, he wanted me on top, gliding on him and playing with his nipples. I was glad to do it, we were enjoying the time and I wanted our vacation to be as good for him too. He has the best tongue, thankfully since I don’t orgasm through intercourse.
Friday the next day was about the same, but I wore the white one-piece. Tom wanted me to wear his but I was not quite ready for that today, well, maybe ever! I liked this one, sure it was sheer but it also made me feel sexy too, well until I went in the water. They really should tell you more about these things when you buy them. He could not believe it when I walked out and back to our chairs, he said the suit was mostly transparent and could make out every little bump on my nipples and see my belly button. Thank god I had waxed, or he would be seeing my bush hair too! That would not have been cool, not that being naked was either, but the heat dried it pretty quickly, but I was starting to enjoy the free spirit part of the trip, nothing to worry about or how I looked, not that I looked bad, just that I looked pretty sexy honestly. Or the eyes of all the guys waking by were telling me anyway.
That night after the beach we went to the club that was on the premises. It was fun, Tom talked me into no panties and I flashed him a few times. I love to dance, but Tom is ok, but not as much into it as I was, so he drank more and I danced more. That evening when we got to the room he was exhausted, with the drinking, and the day in the sun he was beaten and was asleep within minutes of the door closing behind us.
Saturday came and we decided to go and see the town if we could. We took our time getting ready and ended up showering together, where I jerked Tom off to his great pleasure. I later dressed and had on a cute pair of short shorts and a blouse, sans bra for Tom. The number of stares I got, made me feel like I was almost naked. Being in another country, and being one of the fewer white women, made me very self-conscious, but at the same time, caused my nipples to stay erect almost all day which just created more stares. Tom told me more than a few times how he thought all the black guys we saw wanted to fuck me. We spent the day trying to navigate our way through shops and ended up back to the hotel about dinner time. We had dinner and back to the room early, we just hung out and were in bed early without any sex.
Sunday came and our last day since we were leaving at about noon on Monday. We decided to spend the day at the beach. I put on the very cheeky two-piece I bought. Hub was not thrilled, since it was not his, but he still loved it and it was showing a ton more than I was used to. We started the day with a light breakfast and then on the beach, Tom ordered Bloody Marys. That was the start. A few hours later, must have been 2 pm or so, and 3 drinks later, I told Tom I was going to the room to use the restroom and would be back.
In the room I found the one suit Tom had bought and thought, why not, I mean it's just an afternoon, we don’t know anyone. It would be like walking naked, but many of the other women I have seen were wearing them and many of the women were topless. I knew it would turn him on, so I changed into that. Looking at myself in the mirror I just laughed. What am I doing as a 46 yr old mom and wife? This is wild. The top were barely two small triangles that barely covered my areola let alone did anything to support my whole breast. And the bottom was just the tiniest patch of cloth covering my pussy. The sides, back and everything else was just a tiny string. Well, this is what he wanted, so what the hell. I was naked!
I put my wrap on and went back down to the beach. Tom was into a book as I walked up so I had to get his attention. When Tom finally looked up, I let the warp fall and did a twirl for him. He beamed with a smile so large. I told him, “Just for you!”
We had another drink, and he could not stop looking at me. About an hour later it was now about 3, and one of the local guys had stopped by wanting to sell us some t-shirts. Tom was all over it, which I found odd, he said we had not bought anything yet, so wanted something. The local then came over, Kneeled between Tom and me on the sand. Soon he was talking to both of us, joking and making comments to Tom about how lucky he was. With all the drinks, I was fine, looking back, I would normally have been trying to cover up, but this guy was smooth, and I know as he talked, I looked him over. Maybe 30, thin, but very fit, and funny.
Soon he was also offering to sell suntan lotion, saying I should have some or would burn, and was offering to put it on me, I was about to say no, when Tom Blurted out, yes. I was shocked but then realized this was all part of his fantasy. I thought for a moment and said to myself to just go along, for now, it’s a public beach!
That’s how I met Rog, as he called himself. I am sure that was not his name, but we called him Rog from then on. Rog stayed with us for quite a while, first rubbing location all over me, and when I say all, I mean all. He moved the tiny triangles on my nipples, to make sure they didn’t burn, I could see Tom had an erection watching this man rub me over every inch of my body. I won’t lie, I was turned on too. Soon he had me topless, and by then, my heart was beating a bit faster.
This had escalated quickly, yet slowly too, It was all over about an hour when Roj said he needed to go to tend to something, and he and Tom talked a bit, and he said he would see us for drinks later.
When he left, I looked at Tom, he was grinning from ear to ear, I asked him what he said. Tom said he only said we would be having drinks later, but that anything more would be totally up to me. I was shocked, but also very turned on and felt no pain with all the drinks.
We made our way back to the room to dress for dinner, and once in the room, Tom was all over me, wanting me. I kissed him a lot, let him touch me, feel me, feel how wet I was from all the attention from Roj and he was I was naked now, and he was close when I stopped him.
I had stood up, I was naked, Tom was laying on his back on the bed, and I got on top of him. I started to stroke him, when I said to him that we can’t have sex, that I know he wants me to fuck Roj later, and I let that linger. I had no intention of fucking Roj, later, but loved the idea of teasing my husband. The look on his face was priceless. I then told him that I don’t think Roj would want a cum filled pussy, that it should be clean and ready for Roj, and asked him if he felt the same.
I almost burst out laughing but held it in as he stammered yes. I said good, now I am going to shower, and I think you should too, and no jerking off, if I can’t cum yet, you should not either, agreed?
The look on his face, I will never forget it. I was so joking, but he thought I was serious. I am sure a part of him thought I was not, but he wanted to believe, he wanted this to happen, he could not deny that he wanted it so bad, he was going to believe it till it either came true or didn’t. We both showered and I put on a thong, a short dress, and a tight t-shirt, no bra. I asked Tom, “Think Roj will like me like this?” keeping the game going in my head. He had a hard time talking, but finally got out the words yes.
I had no intention of being with anyone but my Hubby, but seeing him so eager, and so attentive, I thought stringing him along for a while would be fun, and might spice the night up, who knows?
I was enjoying teasing Tom, it was turning him on. I was not even sure Roj was showing up and if he did, I have no clue what his expectations were. I mean of course I know what he would want, but that was not my plan. We had a light dinner and walked along the beach one more time. Since we were leaving the next day it would be the last time we would see it. We had had a few drinks with dinner and were feeling no pain as we showed up at the hotel bar for one more. There was Roj.
I was kinda shocked actually to see Roj, but Tom had invited him and I thought, I would play along for now. We all ordered more drinks and more drinks and more drinks. It was now 10 and getting late but we were joking and having a great time. Roj turned out to be a nice guy. At the beach, they all come off as island sales-people, but here he was just another guy and Tom was taken with him. I won’t lie, I looked him over, and he had everything a girl would need! But that didn’t mean I was taking it, but it did cross my mind. We had flirted a lot over drinks, and there was some touching, but it never got out of hand. I know I winked at Tom some, giving him the idea more could or might happen, but that was just me feeding his fantasy.
The rest of the night went kind of quick, I still look back and think wow, how did that happen? It was a few minutes after 10 when Tom said its time to move the party to the room. I was ready, the warm evening air was comfortable, but I was ready to be in some air-conditioning and I will be honest, when he said that, I truly didn’t comprehend what he was saying. We all got up and I remember Roj just being part of us and going to the room with us. In the room, Tom put some music on and Roj lit a joint. Tom was quick to join him, but I declined. With the Music on, Roj wanted to dance, so I was moving with him. Tom was picking songs and looking back, I can see it, but at the time I was not paying attention. I was enjoying dancing with Roj, he was tall and fit, and his eyes were eating me up, it was heating me. But as I said, I didn’t see it then, but the songs slowly went from fast to slow, and soon I am in his arms holding him and him holding me. I am not sure when, but at some point he was hot, took off his shirt, his hard chest, and abbs, this was fun.
I know we were dancing close; I could feel his body heat. Soon I looked up and his face was right there, and we just started kissing. I can’t explain it to this day. We were only in the hotel room maybe 30 minutes. My whole body was tingling, his lips devoured mine as our tongues danced in each other’s mouths. Soon my t-shirt was off, and then we were on the bed, making out like teenagers.
At some point, I know he, or Tom, pulled off my shorts and my thong. I could feel his huge hands all over my body, touching me, it was like fire, and I could not get enough. I knew deep down, somewhere, I should stop, I looked over at Tom and he had his penis out and was jerking off. I took that as his approval, but I was not sure I had mine, so I went back to kissing him.
Next, I was on my back, he was standing at the end of the bed, my legs were open, and he was taking off his shorts. My god, I had never seen a black man’s cock before, and that was impressive. It occurred to me we should use protection. I was 46, and two years ago my doctor told me I was no longer fertile, and Tom had been snipped so many years ago that we never bothered with birth control. I said something about a condom. He was stroking it, it was huge compared to Toms.
Soon Tom was next to the bed, I recall thinking how and where did he get a condom, then the craziest thing ever happened. I swear I saw this because you could have hit me over the head with a hammer, but Tom had taken the condom out of the wrapper and moved and was putting it on Roj’s huge black cock. I was stunned. Soon he had it fully on and then Raj was over me, holding his cock and sliding it up and down my entrance, soon he was in me, and I know I moaned louder than ever before.
From the very moment, he was fully in me, THE VERY MOMENT, I knew this was something, someone special. We had sex for so long, It was a good 30 minutes, he had me all over the bed, in every position, and had me orgasm 3 times. I had never orgasmed from intercourse before. This man was special! Soon he was cumming too and I didn’t realize at first, my mind was so taken with the event as a whole, that I didn’t grasp that the condom had broke and he was filling me with his cum.
We laid there a few minutes, I looked over and Tom was on the sofa, he had finished jerking off too I imagine as he was naked, limp, and just laid back watching us. I could not believe what just happened, it was beyond amazing. I said I needed a drink and Tom jumped up and came back with water for both of us.
After a few minutes, I went to the restroom and came back and Roj was laying on his back, I got on top of him, all smiles, asking him how he learned how to make love to a woman so well. He just smiled and said something along the lines It was all me, but we both knew that was not true. I just laid on his chest for a few minutes. I looked over and Tom had pulled a blanket over him as he lay on the sofa, he looked exhausted, about how I felt, yet so alive too.
It was maybe 10 min later that Roj got up and went to the restroom. I was laying there when he came back and he put his limp, but huge black cock near my mouth and said he wanted me again, I should make him hard. My mind raced, I was not sure I could go again, like that! But I opened my mouth and started to suck on him some. It's funny how you don’t like something, normally, yet at times you do it and fully enjoy it, this was that moment. His black cock in my mouth just felt right and I was trying to do my best. Soon he was hard and he asked me if he should get another condom.
I said no, the damage was done if there was any, and I enjoyed him in me. We fucked for another 30 minutes, again, all over the bed, with him making me cum 2 more times before he again filled me with his cum and then we both just collapsed on the bed and fell asleep. I woke the next morning to feeling hands between my legs, opening my eyes to his staring at me, his black features so close to me, he kissed me, and my legs opened, the memory of the amazing sex the night before flooding my brain.
We made love again or had sex, I don’t know that either is accurate. It was not pure sex, but it was not love-making either, but somewhere in the middle for sure. But what I do know, is it was the best sexual experience in my life, and the best sexual partner in my life, we went at it for another 30 minutes before he finally filled me with his cum again.
Roj left shortly after that, and Tom joined me in bed. We had to make sure the other was ok, I worried about him. I had been so into Roj, I just never thought at the time how Tom was. I thought this was what Tom had wanted, he sure gave me every indication, but now I had to make sure. Tom assured me he was good, and from his hard-on, I took his word. He wanted me too at that moment, but I was way too tender to want him.
I was almost giddy with the excitement of the sex and told Tom. I tried to explain to him how great the sex was with Raj, the level, the amazement. I could not believe I had done it, but was so glad I did and kept thanking him for making it happen. I told him over and over thank you, thank you for doing this. He wanted me, but again, I could not, but I offered to suck him. I am not a fan, and he knows that, but at this point in my life, I wanted to make him happy and was more than willing. He was eager to accept. I gave him the best blowjob I could, and even swallowed. After that, we didn’t have much time, we had to pack and it was time to catch our flight back home.
When we arrived home, we talked a lot about the events of the trip. The sex, how I liked it, and how exciting it was. Tom wanted me to find someone local, but I was hesitant. I said it was a one-time thing for now, that I loved him and felt someone all the time, locally, could be too much of a risk. But I would keep it in mind, and we could talk more.
I did love the teasing of Tom on the last day of the trip and told him how he would see lots more of that. Over the next few weeks, I reminded him often how I enjoyed the trip, how only the locals fucked me, and not him, again, teasing him knowing he loves the tease. Yes, as it turned out, we had sex on the trip, but Tom never did fuck me in all those days. I love to remind him of that. When Tom and I would be out, I would often point out a black guy and gush about how hot he was, and how I bet he could fuck me as good as Roj, making Tom just himself turned on. It was a whole new thing for us.
Our sex life was off the charts at first. Tom was always talking about me with others and I had to simmer him down some reminding him it was fantastic, but a one-time thing. Over the first month home, we talked about it every day. Some days lots! It dominated our conversations. As we hit the second month home, I was not feeling myself, but it was not every day so our sex had started to slow too. I think we were starting to come off the high of the trip. I just could not shake the bug I seem to have caught.
During the 3rd month home, I knew something was wrong and told Tom I had a doctor's appointment. I just could not pinpoint what was wrong with me.
In talking with my Doctor in her office, we went back and forth with questions. When she asked me if I have been sexually active. I said yes, hub and I are. She looked at her notes and then said, ‘Just him?’ It took me off guard, but I replied no, not just him. She had a small smile and said she thought she might know but wanted to take a blood test. An assistant came in and took blood and I waited in the waiting room. After a few minutes, they called me back again to the doctor’s office this time. She and I sat down and she was not smiling.
She said, that the tests were what she thought and that I was pregnant.
To say I was stunned was not enough. I thought that could not be right, so asked her, “What did you say” and she repeated herself.
I said, “But you told me years ago I could not get pregnant!
She looked at her notes more and said “Yes, I see that, but that the human body has its ideas sometimes, that sometimes they even defy logic.”
I could not believe this, there was no way I could be pregnant. Then like a bomb, like being pregnant was not enough, I woke up to I was BLACK pregnant! OMG, no, that’s not possible, I told her, “I can’t be.”
I didn’t know what I was going to tell Tom. Driving home My mind just was spinning. How do I handle this??
It took me a few days to decide how to tell Tom. Even then, I just didn’t know how, but knew it was time. We were in bed a few nights later and I just blurted it out. The shocked look on his face so mirrored my feelings. We didn’t say a lot, and I told him I had no other answers, just that he needed to know.
As the days went by, we talked a lot more, lots of what if this, what if that, could you.
It was coming clear; he did not want the baby. I was up in the air. It’s one thing when you didn’t know, but now that I do know. I feel my boobs so fully, thinking there is a living being in my belly. Thinking back to having the girls. My mind was going in the opposite direction.
More time went on and the next thing I know its 4 months. I am still on the fence, but thinking at my age, where we live in rural Texas, maybe this is not a great idea. I looked up planned parenthood and did call them once. Lovely that our Governor has taken away my rights, I would have to travel to another state if I wanted to get an abortion. When would I have time for that?
It was Melody’s birthday Friday, and she was coming over for dinner. Her sister Amber would be there. It was good to see my *********. As they got older you see them less and less. Melody is the younger one and in college, although would be coming home for the weekend. Amber had graduated and was living nearby.
Amber got there first. Tom was not home yet and said he might be a bit later because of work. Amber and I were talking for a good 25 minutes when Mel got home. She is the bubbly one she came in like a tornado, getting a drink from the fridge, and talking the whole time. Amber and I were sitting at the kitchen table as Mel was telling a story, getting a snack when she stopped mid-sentence and was looking at me. Amber and I were confused, and both looked at her when she just blurted out. “OMG, You are Pregnant.”
I wanted to jump up and say no but knew I couldn’t. I think I probably turned about 30 shades of red as I sat there for a minute. Finally, I just burst into tears.
It took a few minutes to gain my composure. It was the hormones taking me all over the place. I finally admitted it to them. They had a million questions, but I told them to stop. And then told them the truth. I told them I could make something up but I wanted to be truthful now, in case, well, I keep it.
Amber was in more shock I think than Tom when I told them. Mel on the other hand, had a very Mel response. She was all smiles and saying good for you Mom and how progressive was for being open-minded to have sex with a black man and that she can understand it, she had been with quite a few in college and loved the sex. I think Amber was not ready for so much baring of our souls. The poor girl was in double shock listening to her sister go on.
I can understand how Amber felt. I was surprised. It was like Mel to just start talking and blurting things out, although she had a private side too that we were just finding out. You see Mel had been dating Joey since they were juniors in high school. Joey didn’t go to the same college as Mel did. But if Mel was home, Joey was always home and the two were always together to this day. As you start to connect the dots, meant, Mel cheated on him while out of town. I was not sure how I felt about that, but knew it was not my business.
I could see Amber connecting the dots too. Joey was a good kid, we all liked him. We all thought they would be married after college. Although I am not sure I ever saw Mel as a farmer and Joey’s parents were farmers and he spent most of his spare time working the farm. But again, who knows? And sure enough, about on queue, Amber blurted out “So you have been cheating on Joey?”
Before I could diffuse the situation, Mel just jumped in. “First, sex with black men is not cheating. I am never going to marry one, and they are never going to be faithful, it's just college sex, nothing else. And if you were not so wound tight, you would know you should have tried too, it’s the best sex you will ever have!”
I about fell off my chair, and Amber just got madder looking, It was then I took control and said that would be a conversation for another time, that we are not going to argue, and so on. Once the room was a bit more in order, I had to quietly admire Mel. She said out loud a lot about how I felt.
It was now about my 8th month. As you know we live in Rural Texas. Tom has to see and work with many of the townspeople. It will be difficult for him once everyone knows his wife will give birth to a black baby. But I had made my mind up. I was keeping this little miracle. I was showing and anyone who ever asked, I told the truth. Well, a cleaned-up version. We had gone to a swinger’s club by mistake on vacation and while there, decided to experiment. It was not that far from the truth. Many were wide-eyed and a few women in town started to keep their distance, but that was ok. You do find your friends in these times.
The others, the real friends, well, they could not get enough of the nitty-gritty details of the sex! It's funny how you think some women are just boring, but they aren’t. They are just repressed some and this was something to bring them out of that. I shared everything! I even told them where to go and find out on their own! I doubt many will, but you never know.
So that brings me up to today, 18 weeks later, this little guy nursing on my left breast now, giving me some relief.
Tom has adjusted. The town has seen our little miracle, and most have been pretty good. There will always be a few, but that’s the case about anything.
I did have to help Tom adjust some, but it’s worked out. Well, a concession let's say. I have learned to enjoy oral a bit more with Tom. I find he is a changed person after he cums. And since I was not able to have sex for a while, it was the perfect time. Amber is on her way to babysit, we are going on our weekly date. We started this just before I gave birth and want to make sure to find time for us.
Even though it's our date, we are meeting a guy. Houston is only about 2 hours away. I have pumped a lot and it's in the fridge, and Amber will spend the night. We have been talking with Eric for a few weeks now. He is a very good-looking black man. I gave in if you ask Hub. He wanted me with others, and at this point, I am ready to relive that great time on the island. We have a hotel room reserved and if all works out, this will be the start of a whole new life for us.
Oh, and yes, I have been blowing hub a lot, and we have had sex. I had to wait of course the 9 weeks my doctor recommended but we have had sex since. And since we have a date, no different than on vacation, the hub has been abstaining from me this past week. We made up some rules to make this fun for both of us. I am sure they will evolve as this does, stay tuned for more.
