Some lucky ladies were blessed with a toned, gold-standard booty fixed atop a pair of mile long, sculpted legs that became pure poetry when set into motion. Brittany, my wife of just under five years, was one of those precious few women, which made me incredibly blessed as well. Her amazing ass sung sweet music as it swayed across the parking lot of our apartment complex headed for our car. I had no intentions of catching up, choosing instead to lag a few paces behind where I could shamelessly ogle how her form-fitting little black dress, which was cut halfway up her thighs, perfectly accentuated her killer butt. I had selected that LBD. It had cost quite a chunk of change. Along with the four-inch, strappy black heels she wore. Together on her though, they became priceless.
“Damn, Britt,” I said. “You are a slice of Heaven on Earth.” At 26 and 5’4″, maybe 108 pounds when soaken wet, I swear Heaven itself would have been insanely jealous of my girl.
Her measured stride slowed. Then stopped, a few spaces away from our Chevy.
I slid up behind her. Dropped my hand to cup her left ass cheek. “What’s up, babe?”
She wouldn’t look at me. “This is really it. You know? Everything changes from here. All of it.” Her lower lip curled under her top teeth and she bit down.
My hand played with the sheer fabric that flimsily covered her butt. Even though it was early Friday evening on a toasty spring day, she trembled at my touch as if a cold breeze had licked her skin.
“You want to call Trey?” I asked. “Tell him no go. We changed our minds. Say the word and I’ll blow this whole thing off in a heartbeat.” I wanted to be supportive of her. Not pushy or selfish. Try as I might though, there was no masking the note of disappointment in my anxious voice. Which she heard.
“What do you want?” she asked me back as she stared blankly ahead. “I mean, no kidding, for real. It doesn’t get any more serious than this. So what are you honestly looking for regarding the two of us? You need to decide, Doug.”
I already had. Months ago.
My free hand felt in my pocket for the key fob. I pressed the button. The car chirped as it unlocked.
I went around the passenger side and opened the door for her. She stood where I’d left her, her lips moving silently. Disbelief flickered momentarily on her face. Apparently she’d expected a different reaction from me or perhaps hoped as much for one. Then, she gave the slightest of head shakes before she came around and eased her luscious ass onto the seat.
Seconds later I joined her behind the wheel. Started the car. Backed us out. As I put it in drive, her hand shot over and snatched my wrist.
“After this weekend, no more pretending or hiding.” Her voice strained with urgency. “The truth will be clear to everyone… neighbors, friends, our families. Eventually they will all know. Are you absolutely certain that’s what you want? Because it can’t be undone, Doug. There will be no going back to what we had before. Ever.”
She was so right about that. No take-backs for what would transpire this weekend. Which only stoked the fire smouldering in my gut.
I leaned across and kissed her delicate lips. “I love you so much, Britt. I want you to have this. More than anything.”
“Promise you’ll love me afterwards?” Her small voice practically begged.
I kissed her again. “Even more,” I said. “Guaranteed.”
With that and a protracted sigh, she sat back in the seat. I drove out of our complex across town headed towards Trey’s townhouse. In 30 minutes I’d be abandoning my loving bride with the man who intended to fuck her senseless over the course of the weekend. And on Sunday night when I picked her up again, with any luck, she would be carrying Trey’s baby.
Trey was Britt’s black lover of the prior ten months. She and I, of course, were white as milk. Hence the reason for her nervousness regarding the turn of events lying ahead.
No undo. No reset. Painfully obvious to everybody… about nine months from now.
Damn. This really was it.
It’s funny. Thinking back to when Britt and I were dating, I was the one reluctant to commit to having kids. She wasn’t opposed to the notion. Didn’t rule it out. But certainly she wasn’t eager either. So, like many to-be-wed couples, we agreed to keep the option and our minds open to the thought. Years later, it’s astounding I’m the one all too ready and eager to see her bred.
For that, I blame a part of me I had no clue about. I don’t mean my cock, though it was certainly an accomplice to the transgression. Not my balls either, which enjoyed spewing their contents deep within the interior of Britt’s silky smooth pussy as often as they could. Just as long as she was chemically or physically protected whenever it happened.
No. The culprit in this case was my brain, specifically a dark and twisted corner of it that had lurked unknowingly until it had exploded to light about a year ago. That’s the instant when the fuse had been lit resulting in a blast that realigned my brain cells into the man I’d become.
A cuckold.
More specifically, a husband who now wanted nothing more than to have an alpha male properly and thoroughly inseminate the woman he was forever devoted to. My cock stirred at the thought of Britt pregnant. I’d been stroking it hard for months now ever since Trey had suggested taking this huge step in our cuckold relationship. A relationship I had initiated.
Britt pregnant with Trey’s child.
The fire in my gut roared into an inferno at the mental image.
Oh, what that would do to her flat belly, slender waist, amazing ass and tiny titties. The boob fairy had been much less kind to my wife than the butt fairy had been. She was at best a 32A, which did have the side benefit of her going sans bra most of the time. But she was extremely self-conscious about her perky little buds. Usually she hid them in embarrassment. Me, I adored them. I could hardly wait for them to swell with motherly nourishment to suckle Trey’s baby. Plus, bigger mommy boobs would make a nice bonus for her, even if only temporarily.
My dick tingled at that thought. I half considered suggesting she lean over and perform her own special suckling upon it but Trey had forbidden that carnal activity right after we’d initially met him. Handjobs and blowjobs were reserved exclusively for him. Which meant I hadn’t gotten any from her for the majority of a year. Boy, I sure missed those. Through dating and our eventual wedlock, Britt had become a star cock sucker and Trey was one lucky bastard to now be solely benefitting.
So I sat there squirming in the driver seat, craving relief as my semi-erect cock tingled. I did the math. Another 20 minutes to drop her off. Then 30-ish minutes to return to our apartment. There, major relief waited for my eager cock and forlorn balls. As amped as I was, a few rapid strokes should pop my pressure release valve. Unless…
Unless…
Unless I decided to spend the whole weekend edging, contemplating what Britt and Trey were doing. What they were making. Together. Collectively, inside her womb. A biological union that I contributed nothing to. Wave after wave of relentless black swimmers that would overcome and claim her precious ovum.
Yeah.
Edging it would be. No cumming. None. Relief for me was a long, long ways away. I grinned at that. Glanced over at my wife, so beautiful, so vulnerable as I carted her off to be bred like some prized livestock. Damn, she’d make Trey an amazing brood mare.
That last thought jolted me.
Holy shit, Doug. What the fuck was I about? Really?
I mean, was that who I’d become? Was this what I’d been reduced to? Some fucking farmer type who got his rocks off putting his champion heifer out for some stud’s ministrations? This was my fucking wife, after all. Wasn’t I supposed to be her bull stud?
What the hell was wrong with me? What the fuck was I doing? Damn, this was all royally messed up.
I yanked the wheel and swerved into a gas station. I glided the car past the pumps and parked alongside a sign advertising a $4.99 big burrito and large soft drink combo. When I thumbed the ignition button and the car shut off, she was studying me. An intense look of concern plastered across her face.
“I need a minute,” I said, thinking my forced tone would provide appropriate emphasis.
“And a big burrito maybe?” she asked, glancing over at the sign. “You didn’t eat much for dinner.”
I hadn’t. Earlier, when we were sitting at our kitchen table, my tingling cock wouldn’t let me.
“Wasn’t hungry much,” I said. “Thinking about you. And this.”
She nodded. “Hungry for something else then. I get it.”
I was. Dammit. Starving for it. Her bulging belly. Swollen titties. Stretch marks. White hot pregnancy sex. All of it. “What about you, Britt?”
“What about me?”
“Are you hungry for this?”
She turned away so I couldn’t see her face. “I told you… you need to decide, Doug.”
So what did that mean? Had she already made up her mind? Or, like me, was she conflicted, struggling to think it through straight? Or did she not want this at all but, knowing how much I did, she wouldn’t admit it? What a mess this was. What a mess I was.
She still refused to look at me. Me, the idiot husband with shit for brains. Left to decide whether we clung to our old life as an everyday couple or completely flipped it upside-down, topsy-turvy.
How does a guy decide that kind of thing? How to be rational when his half-hard cock wants nothing more than to fixate on jets of black sperm breaching her cervix and knocking her up?
“So what’ll it be, Doug?” Her voice was nearly a whisper.
“I’m still thinking.”
“Let me make it real simple for you. Either we go back home and make a white baby in our bed tonight or you take me to Trey’s where I’ll make a black baby in his. That’s it. Black or white. Decide.”
White. That’s what I was supposed to pick. It was the rational choice, the one I should have said without hesitation. But my mouth clamped shut. My gut blazed. My dick tingled. If the rebellious thing could utter words, I knew what would come out of it.
Black. Black. Black.
It was hard as fuck being a cuckold. Half of you screamed the exact opposite of what the other half wanted. Constantly. An endless dirty war with yourself that you immensely hated and loved terribly.
Like now. Sitting in this gas station trying to decide what color dick would fill Britt’s ripe cunt. How the hell had we gotten ourselves into this?
Oh, yeah.
That would have been me. Thanks to a certain brain bomb I had inadvertently set off a little more than one year ago. I remembered it vividly. It was the poker party at Tony’s house. That’s the exact moment when I’d metamorphized from a normal, sensible, run-of-the-mill husband into a full-fledged cuckold wimp.
One month before Britt’s and my fourth anniversary I’d gone over to an old friend’s place for a night of poker. Typically it was four of us buds from college. We played low-stakes games-quarters and dimes only. Really it was an excuse to get together, reminisce, drink beer, smoke some cigars and flirt with Kelly, Tony’s cock-tease wife. He’d married the feisty redhead right after graduation knowing that she openly and wantonly taunted any available non-gay prick. She was such a teeny-tiny thing, barely over 5 feet, with a sweet rack, no ass or hips to speak of and a nothing waist. She liked to bare her midriff so she could show off her thumb-sized My Little Pony tattoo adorning her right front hip bone. It was cute, exactly like its owner. So I really looked forward to our occasional games, if only to have Kelly brush her hot little body up against mine through the night while stirring up all our cocks.
This particular Friday evening, Kelly was out. All night, according to Tony. Which removed the chief pleasure element from the game environment. Which meant we ended somewhat early, around 11:30 with limp dicks instead of our usual 3:00 AM with erect dicks. The other guys promptly bailed. I stayed to help Tony clean up the small pile of dishes we’d dirtied.
Tony hadn’t mentioned where Kelly was spending the night. I just assumed it was at a friend’s place or her parents. Tony did get a steady stream of text messages from his bride, all of which he smirked at before he quickly flipped his phone over to focus back on cards.
So during our clean up when he went to take a piss and the next text message arrived on his phone, I thought: WTF. Why not see what was so darn amusing? I turned over his cell, raised it and peeked.
The message from her said: ‘about to be dessert.’
That was it. Kind of strange. As I was setting the phone back down, another message arrived. It was a photo of Kelly taken from neck down while she was flat on her back.
Naked.
The first thing I noticed were her two perky boobies. Not a bit of sag in those taut fun bags. They were topped by dime-sized areolas that ended in hard pink points, which practically screamed: ‘Please nibble on me!’ Next, her knees were splayed wide apart, held airborne by her hands tucked behind them. Her hips were rolled back and up. There was the pretty Pony along with a lusciously hairless micro pussy. This girl was as fine as they came, I’m telling you.
But there was more.
Between her slender knees hovered the ripped torso of what appeared to be a black Olympian. Dangling down from that sculpted abdomen, one of the biggest ebony cocks I could imagine pointed like a lance right at the tiny, helpless pussy. Its purpled head poised half an inch from ramming home to glory.
So what did I do? What do you think I did? I stared at that image until it burned into my retinas. Eventually the screen blanked and I stared some more, trying to will the next scene to come through, the subsequent message where I got to see Kelly accept the monumental challenge about to occur in her married sex. A challenge I suspected she was more than down for, given how receptively she presented herself.
The toilet flushed in the back room. I slammed Tony’s phone on the table. Stepped back into the kitchen. Snatched a dish towel and started polishing glasses.
Tony emerged and went straight for the phone. He unlocked the screen, gave it a glance, smirked again, and set it down. How the fuck he could simply brush off that insane, erection-inducing image like it was some stupid throwaway meme, I couldn’t understand.
“So… Kelly likes black guys,” I said. Real casual, like she might have liked M&Ms or Ben and Jerry’s.
Damn if he didn’t smirk again. At me.
“Sorry, Doug. Didn’t mean for you to see that. I hope you weren’t offended.”
“Offended? No,” I said. “Aroused, maybe. Confused… definitely. So are you two OK?”
“Never better.”
“Good. I guess it was a joke then?”
“You mean the big black dick?”
“No. Her toenail polish. Seemed like a poor color choice to me.”
“You mean, for a hard fucking by some fit black stud?”
“Yes, you shit. So is that what’s happening in the message?”
“By now? Yeah. She should be getting plowed by him. It’ll go on for a while, especially since he’s an incredible cocksman and she’s spending the night with him.”
“She’s…” I shook my head. The whole night? Getting dicked down by that monster.
The dish towel skidded across the counter as I left the kitchen and went to stand by him. I looked him squarely in the eye. “You know this is bat shit crazy, don’t you?” I could see from his look though, he thought it was anything but. He chuckled at me as if I was some sorry-ass, ignorant bastard. “I guess you’re OK with all this then?” I asked. Not that I could ever imagine any sensible husband being so.
“Actually, I encouraged her to stay the whole weekend with him,” he said. “Not just tonight. But she’s got a social thing Saturday afternoon. Likes to go hang out with the other prim and proper wives while her well-fucked pussy dribbles cum. I think she’s got two of them about convinced to try for themselves some big cock. Black dick, of course.”
I felt my jaw drop. He had suggested the entire weekend? And Kelly bailed so she could… recruit other converts?
“Still confused, eh?” he said. “I suppose it’s tough for an outsider to understand. Look, you know how Kelly is. She’s always been a big flirt and a tease, ever since high school. I sure knew it too, even enjoyed it when we started dating. When it came time for the wedding, we made an ironclad deal. Mine is the only white cock she ever fucks. Period. Besides that, she can enjoy whatever cock she wants. As long as she shares everything with me. Nothing ever gets held back. That’s how we’ve been for years.”
The whole time he spoke, my jaw sagged further open. This shit was totally unreal. Yet he was serious, making it sound like he and his wife had worked out a simple business arrangement over a power lunch.
“So that’s all real nice,” I finally said. “She fucks black guys. Do you get to fuck black girls then?”
“Nope. Don’t need to.”
“Okay. It’s a sweet deal for Kelly, that’s for sure. I’m curious what the hell you personally get out of this odd agreement though.”
“Besides one of the sexiest, horniest wives on the planet, who gives me all the pussy and ass I could ever want and more, and who never says no to anything… I don’t get a damn thing. Just sucks for me, wouldn’t you say?”
He grabbed his phone. “Let me show you something. It may help you begin to understand how I personally feel about all this. Or not. This lifestyle might not be your thing after all. But, no matter what, this is guaranteed to blow your mind. Come on.”
We went into their second bedroom, which had been converted to a combination junk storage area and makeshift study complete with computer workstation. He tapped the mouse and settled behind a pair a jumbo flat screen monitors. He nodded at an extra chair, which I slid over and plopped into.
On one screen he scrolled through a massive list of files, images and videos that dated back for years. By the filenames I could tell they were porn. Most of them also mentioned Kelly. Not one included Tony’s name.
“Some day I really need to organize all these,” he said as he kept scrolling.
“Jesus,” I said. “Are these all of Kelly?”
“90 percent of them are. The rest are different things that get us off. Here we go.” He double-clicked a video labelled ‘Jamaican Honeymoon Gangbangs – Night 1’. The second screen lit up with a seedy-looking storeroom, three skinny black dudes and a younger Kelly, who was shrugging off a teensy bikini much to the enjoyment of the black guys. She got fully naked and the camera zoomed in briefly on her Pony.
“She loves that tattoo,” he said. “Always wants to feature it in shots of her, so I made sure I got it.”
“You recorded this?” I asked.
“That was my job on our honeymoon. Her job was to get royally fucked by as much island cock as she could stand. Which she did. Wonderfully. You know, I actually didn’t get my dick in her until like about two weeks after we got back. Probably 50 or 60 got to go ahead of me. We lost count somewhere along the way.”
On the screen, two of those 50 or 60 odd Jamaicans were each sucking a tit while the third begun probing Kelly’s pussy with his long, slender cock. She clasped one hand across the back of each suckling black head, her new diamond band glinting in the harsh lighting. Her eyes were slits. Mouth agape. Clearly the newlywed was experiencing utter bliss.
“I love seeing that look on her face,” he said, his voice dropping almost to a whisper. “It’s awesome whenever I cause it but when other guys do, I really feel she’s enjoying the best gift she could receive. And I had a small part in her getting it. What an incredible feeling that is to watch someone you love get something so special.”
He slid the mouse pointer over the video timeline, clicked and dragged it almost an hour and a half forward.
“Here’s what I want you to see. She’s taken multiple black cocks at this point and her pussy is loose and sloppy. Which means she’s ready for this next guy.”
A lanky Jamaican stepped into view, an older fellow with touches of gray in his short hair and raggedy beard.
“We went to this particular bar because this guy frequented it. His nickname is Refit. It’s because of what his cock does to pussies. He’s notorious. Women come from all over the world just to experience him.”
The lanky guy dropped his baggy cargo shorts. The most grotesque black dick sprung free and bobbed between his legs. The shaft of his monster was thick as a wine bottle and maybe as long. Possibly nine inches or so. What stood out though was the bulbous pale head, circumcised and shaped like a church bell. The snout was tapered like any other cock. But it quickly flaired out to a craggy rim that looked like it belonged on the end of an ogre’s penis. The thing had obscene dimensions. Not to mention the fact it was studded with ridges, knobs and crevices.
“Watch now,” he said. “She’s going to try to take him.”
Not possible. As Refit lubed up his monster organ from a squirt bottle, I studied Kelly’s well-fucked but still diminutive pussy.
“There’s no way.” My eyes were transfixed on the mammoth organ now dragging up and down Kelly’s slit. “Even if she manages to, it’ll completely wreck her pussy.”
“Which is why he got that nickname. It’s well deserved.”
On the screen, the monster’s invasion of Kelly’s cunt had begun. The tip penetrated and her inner lips distended, trying to accommodate the head’s girth. The leading edge of Kelly’s pussy lips stretched, the flesh turning white with strain. In no time they looked about to rip apart. There wasn’t any way that beast was going into her tiny pussy.
“More than half of the women who attempt to take Refit can’t handle it and had to quit,” he said. “Kelly was determined to succeed. She wanted it more than anything. Made it her only goal for our entire honeymoon.”
Over the course of the next twelve minutes, Refit did his best to force his massive black member into Kelly’s too small cunt. For five tries he made incremental progress on every attempt. Each time, pussy flesh stubbornly resisted before ultimately yielding, stretching just a little bit further to accommodate the relentless invader. I thought for sure I’d watch as her cunt tore open and sprayed blood all over the beast that tried to claim it.
“By now, most women would have tapped out,” he said, his eyes riveted on the slow destruction of his wife’s cunt. “Not my girl though.”
Kelly’s pussy lips, horribly distended and angry purple, finally crept over the right ridge of Refit’s dick head on his sixth try. Quickly he pinched together the fleshy portion of his cock head and slowly, almost begrudgingly, the rest of it slid past Kelly’s Pervert Exploitd lips with a lurch. She had that entire inhuman pecker head embedded within her now grotesquely misshapen pussy.
“Oh, good girl,” he said. I had the distinct feeling he’d praised her unbelievable performance many, many times over. “Let your pussy get used to it.” He was coaching his wife even though the image on the screen had happened many years ago.
The head of the beast’s dick rested just inside Kelly’s pussy. Refit held himself perfectly still, allowing the next stage of cunt resizing to complete, clearly quite used to breaching extraordinary physical boundaries in married white pussies where his patience and persistence were essential.
“Such a struggle for her pussy to take his massive cock on that first night. Exactly what we expected, though I had no idea how close he came to sending her to the ER with shredded cunt lips. Later she confessed to me she was determined to take it inside even if it meant spending the rest of her honeymoon in the hospital with 50 stitches. Anyway, you see how far he made it on round one. That was it for her first try. Now, check this out.”
He double-clicked a different file, one titled ‘Night 5.’ He advanced the timeframe ahead and there was Refit sawing away at Kelly’s pussy. Just under half of the huge cock plunged into her depths before withdrawing. He wasn’t slacking off either. His back fuck strokes dragged that massive bell-shaped head fully out of her cunt. Each time it reversed direction heading out, her pussy lips puckered and stretched obscenely around it, catching on his flaired edge and gripping it tight as if reluctant to let the thing loose again into the wild. But the cock head refused to have its escape thwarted. It suctioned her pussy up with it, distending inches of her cunt flesh until it seemed he was about to yank out her entire vagina. Then, pop! Her pussy lips let go their death grip and all her flesh snapped back into place jiggling with the aftershocks. That monster head cleared a few inches of air space above her crotch before plunging again unerringly back into her confines. This caused a reverse effect on her poor cunt, a devastating cave-in of all that pussy flesh he’d nearly ripped away. Over and over, pump after brutal pump, the complete refit of Kelly’s cunt progressed.
“Apparently for women this is like them repeatedly giving birth and then having the bastard immediately shoved back into their womb,” he said. “Kelly told me later she came nonstop while he drilled her and then for several minutes after he finished.”
Speaking of which, the gargantuan black drill rig was apparently nearing completion of its job overhauling the tiny white pussy. The thrusts became more protracted, slowing to a measured pace.
Tony watched the image of his wife being ravaged like it was the most spectacular sight in the universe. “I’m so proud, amazed and humbled by her taking his cock like that. I wasn’t sure she could. Or should. In the end, she put a lot of women to shame with her incredible pussy. God, I love my sexy wife. Can any woman compare to that?”
It almost sounded like a challenge. Watching that mammoth tool take its final few plunges into Kelly’s hole, I wasn’t sure anything could compare. Certainly not me and Britt. The most she’d ever done was to flash one tit for a truck driver as we’d exited the freeway. That had been four years ago and it was preceeded by four stiff drinks of courageous persuasion downed by her over dinner followed by incessant urging from me.
Pretty tame. Laughable even, compared to what unfolded before my eyes.
One more mighty plunge buried Refit almost five inches deep in Kelly’s reamed out hole. There he held himself rigid as the big cock unleashed a big gusher. It jerked and throbbed, flairing on each spurt, distending her pussy from within. The jets of cum were long drawn out. Each ejaculation began as a swelling at his cock base. I could see the blast travel the length of the shaft as a continuous ripple. Her pussy lips undulated in the wake of the passing gush. Then, deep down inside, the bell head flaired as it spewed forth the virile stream. Around that head, her pussy bloated and then contracted, beating to the pulse of her relentless breeding. But not one dollop of his seed escaped, stoppered tight as she was. Until, finally, the black balls exhausted their contents and Refit withdrew one last time from his conquest.
The huge head yanked her pussy lips out once more. When they broke loose, cum erupted from Kelly’s cunt. She sprayed a kinked rope geyser four feet high that arced through the air and splashed across her trembling thighs. A second spray followed the first, about half as high. Then a third simply gushed out. The camera zoomed in as the ooze tapered off to a dribble. Kelly’s demolished cunt filled the screen. Her cum-soaked, beat red flesh surrounded a gaping maw that let me see all the way down to her cervix. That portal to her uterus quivered and disgorged a rivulet of cum that pooled at the bottom of her vagina.
“Kelly told me she could feel him forcing cum into her womb,” he said. “Makes sense since it had nowhere else to go.” The camera panned back and centered on her gape. You could roll a golf ball straight through her vagina out the other side. “The pussy is quite an astounding organ. It can take severe punishment like you just saw, even pass through ten pound kids, before bouncing right back. She thinks Refit might have made her a little looser permanently. Honestly I couldn’t tell much difference when I finally got to fuck her. Maybe it’s more mental than anything. I mean, how could something huge like that not forever change a woman? You know? She watches this with me and still can’t believe that was actually her.”
The screens blanked. Tony had an apologetic look plastered on his face.
“I get a little carried away,” he said. “In case you hadn’t noticed. Sorry.”
I nodded, dry mouthed and rock hard. No worries here.
“Look…,” he started. “Forget Refit since it’s crazy extreme shit. Like I said, maybe this isn’t something appropriate for you and Britt. If not, too bad. You’d both be missing out on sharing between a husband and wife that’s uniquely special and wonderfully giving. But if you do decide to do this, I have two pieces of advice. First, always share everything between you. Every thought, desire, goal, and feeling. Good, bad or otherwise. If you don’t share everything, you probably aren’t a strong enough couple for what it takes and you won’t make it. Trust me. I’ve watched this stuff destroy several picture perfect marraiges due to sheer lack of communication.”
“What’s the second thing?” I asked.
“Even more important. Everything regarding this must be about your woman. Specifically what Britt wants, desires, prefers and needs. The moment you make it about you, it’s over. You’ve lost. Remember that. Being selfish does her horribly wrong. This one will drive a wedge between you and kill your relationship faster than anything else. Don’t let it.”
His phone dinged. Another message from Kelly. Another smirk from him before he showed me. Another image, this one of Kelly’s well-fucked pussy-the aftermath. The black stud had serviced her well. Her cunt gaped open about the size of a gMolestation. A small stream of thick, gunky cum ran from it down her ass crack. “This sight never gets old. Take it from me. I can’t wait to fuck her tomorrow morning. His spunk will still be in her, buttering up that pussy for my eager cock. Ain’t nothing that feels better than pre-creamed pussy. Trust me.”
Sometime over the course of witnessing Kelly and Tony’s depravity, the bomb exploded in my skull. I drove home that night a fledgling cuckold. Tony’s warnings echoed in my brain while images of Kelly echoed inside my loins.
It took a few weeks and some helpful suggestions from Tony before I managed to sway Britt. It was Trey, one of Kelly’s favorite studs as it turns out, who shoved Britt hard over the edge, something he’d done for numerous, reluctant couples looking to make the leap. Two completely innocent hotel meetings to start off with had led to her lightly making out with him in a third rendezvous. No sex. Until the fourth meeting, when she was the one who initiated full-on mouth-to-cock foreplay, which resulted in her taking his load deep in her pussy to wrap up an evening of multiple, earth-shattering orgasms. That was enough to hook her. Occasional fucks in hotels eventually turned into him coming over to our place for their romps. Then, those started happening at his place. As they increased in frequency, I participated less directly. Eventually she was seeing him solo, which was fine by me. I found I enjoyed hearing her recount of their couplings much more than observing them in person, where I could never see everything I wanted and I always felt like a fifth wheel. Don’t get me wrong. The visuals were breathtaking. I much preferred to hear it all from her though: what she liked, what she did, how she felt. How she loved it.
Like Tony had described, sex between Britt and me was exquisite. She became insatiable, always craving my mouth on her pussy even when she hadn’t recently enjoyed a good lay by Trey. In short order, she started spending entire nights with him. Then a whole weekend, her first. My God, her sloppy pussy that Sunday night was like nothing my cock or tongue had ever felt before.
Later on, she came home early after her second full weekend with Trey and urged me into bed. We were in the middle of some steamy sloppy-seconds fucking when she announced Trey wanted her to stop birth control so he could breed her. This was for cuckold couples he felt deserved to take things to the next level, an extreme one at that. Trey believed we were ready for it.
We’d been fucking doggy style, one of her favorite positions. She’d caught me off guard. My thrusts paused though her back thrusts never slowed. As she humped away, I started peppering her with questions.
“That’s quite a big step,” I said. “Don’t you think?”
“Uh huh,” she forced out on an exaggerated hump.
“So soon into this too. Eh?”
“Uh huh.”
“It’s been what… five months since he started fucking you regularly?”
“Over six.” She grunted as she slammed back hard on my dick.
“I mean, we probably should start thinking about kids, if we intend to have them. Right?”
“Uh huh.”
“Do you think we’re ready?”
Faster she pistoned herself. Her pussy started squishing out wet noises that indicated it was flooding with her juices, lubrication reinforcement to replace all of Trey’s semen we’d fucked out by this point.
“Do you?” I asked again.
“Don’t know.” She humped furiously. “Maybe.” Her breath caught on the word. She was building up to a roaring climax. “Think about it as you fuck me.”
I hammered my cock into her increasingly slippery cunt hole. She soon rewarded my efforts with a back-arching, hip-bucking orgasm, even squirting out a little pussy juice that coated my balls. She fell on her side, curled up and jerked through the diminishing waves of her climax. While I loved the sight, my brain was distracted by Trey’s suggestion. I stewed over it. Needed to discuss the notion with someone while Britt’s pussy wasn’t also participating in the thinking process.
I met the next day with Tony. Once again, he shocked the hell out of me.
“Kelly’s been successfully bred three times,” he said. “Most recently you actually saw, the night of our poker party.”
Son of a bitch. That monster black dick had knocked her up. With me as a witness.
“We’re you two trying to get her pregnant?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Not yet. We were thinking maybe in another year or two. She’s been off the pill for a while though. And she loves, loves, loves bareback. So no big surprise all that potent black seed took root.”
“What happened? I mean, I never saw her outwardly showing. Did you…?”
“Yeah. Though we waited longer this time than the other two. She was so damn horny with it growing inside her, I kind of thought we might keep it. But… we didn’t.”
“If you had?”
“I’ll tell you exactly what I told Kelly when she asked me how I felt. I said we would love, cherish and adore the child fully, as two parents should. No question. She agreed with me. Which is why the next time it happens, she’ll go full term with it. Whether it’s mine or one of her lovers’ won’t matter. The baby will be ours.”
“But isn’t it like one cock versus many here, yours against all those others? What color are you rooting for?” I meant that more as a joke. But he hit me with one final surprise.
“Since her last pregnancy, my cock’s been the only one to fuck her using a condom. Think I’ll keep that up and we’ll see what happens.” When he saw my dumbfounded look, he went on. “Kelly says she doesn’t care who knocks her up. But I know what she really wants. And that’s what matters most, like I told you. Besides, after three black babies prematurely ended, I think she’s earned a shot at actually delivering the fourth. Don’t you?”
That particular conversation had led to me giving Britt an enthusiastic yes in response to Trey’s proposal to breed her. She promptly flushed away her birth control pills. We began the waiting process for her system to purge the accumulated hormones. Trey, the bastard, forbid Britt any and all sex for three months. To his credit, he put himself on full sexual hiatus the final month, which couldn’t have been easy with him juggling a small harem of horny hot wives. Either way at the conclusion of the waiting period, all three of us were more than eager to see Britt thoroughly fucked.
Which brought us to this gas station parking lot and a burning question my wife wanted me to answer.
“What’s your decision?” she asked. “Black or white?”
I smiled. Thought to myself: you actually know what she really wants, don’t you Doug? It was all too clear to me now. And, as Tony had pointed out, it was the only thing that truly mattered.
“I want what you’ve wanted all this time, babe,” I said.
“And what would that be?”
“What you hungered for the night Trey asked to breed you. When you finally told me about it, where were we?”
“In bed.”
“Doing what?”
“Fucking.”
“Exactly.” I started the car. “So you were only looking for one answer from me then. Which I eventually gave you. And which still is true. For both of us, isn’t it? I bet your pussy is soaking wet thinking about Trey breeding you all weekend long. Am I right?”
I pulled out of the station and headed for Trey’s. She took a deep breath. Shoved herself firmly back into the seat, her thighs mashing together.
“How about now, Britt? Feeling that stiff black cock already, shoving deep inside, pumping you full of baby batter?”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her tongue flick across her lips.
Yeah. I had handled it right. My darling wife was indeed set on carrying a black baby impregnated in her by her virile lover. But the more traditional, devoted girl she was wouldn’t allow her to openly flaunt that desire in my face. I first had to back off officially from the commitment we’d made to each other in our wedding vows, thus freeing her to pursue her true preference. That’s what she most wanted.
So that’s what I did. I gave her what she wanted. Because I loved her deeply. What she truly wanted, I wanted more than anything.
Trey buzzed us into the townhome’s private parking lot. He insisted we both come up to his room. He answered the bell shirtless, clad only in warm-up pants, looking like he was all set for the main event.
“Glad you made it,” he said with a grin. Which really meant he was positively thrilled we hadn’t bailed out on this whole arrangement. “Come in you two. Especially you.” He intercepted Britt and drew her firmly to him for a passionate kiss. “Lover.” More deep kisses followed the lusty first.
He released her and she joined me in the foyer. Her eyes twitched with nervousness. It had been months since I had accompanied them for any sexy play. What was Trey up to?
He shut the door and hissed a long, wicked sound.
“Goddamn, girl!” he said. “That dress makes you look good enough to eat. Was that for me?”
More twitching from her. “Doug helped pick it out. You like it?”
“It’s lovely. But I like more what’s inside it. That about right, Doug?” Even though he asked me, his gaze remained locked on her. Filled with a hunger that wouldn’t be denied.
“So right,” I said.
Britt shifted, crossing her legs, obviously feeling awkward with the unanticipated moment happening here prior to the start of her breeding session. Trey, bastard that he was, let her stew for a bit, enjoying his domination and her discomfort.
Then he clapped and rubbed his hands together. “Listen, I wanted you both here so I could thank you together for allowing me to help you with this next step in your relationship. It’s a huge one and I’m honored you chose me to do it. That means a lot. I’m really grateful.”
Britt and I both nodded at his sincere appreciation. We then waited for whatever he had in mind next.”Now we’ve got that out of the way… turn on video capture on your phone, Doug,” he said. “Then give it to me.” He stuck out his hand.
I complied, passing my cell phone over to him. He raised it into position centered on the two of us.
“This is a special day for Britt and Doug. One they won’t ever forget. I thought we should record the historic moment. Sound good to you two?”
We mumbled. Looked at each other almost shyly.
“Aren’t they the cutest thing?” Trey went on while recording. “About to become parents too. And Doug… he’s quite an amazing guy. That about right, Britt?”
Her eyes locked on mine. “So right,” she said.
“Kiss your husband.”
Quickly her mouth closed over mine. What started off fast though, ended very slowly as her tongue entwined with mine, tangling and untangling like we were new lovers experiencing the joys of discovery. Like we were first dating.
“Very sweet, you two. You’ve got something really special between you, I can tell. But Britt, don’t you think Doug deserves a little extra in honor of this particular occasion, not to mention for him being so fucking amazing?”
She broke our kiss. Looked at me with lips trembling and eyes unsure. Braced herself.
“On your knees.” Trey’s tone became a command. Instantly Britt sank to the floor before me. Trey took a few steps back so he could record a full shot of the two of us in profile.
“Take his dick out.” Another command, which she complied with. And for which I presented to them my nearly six inches of solid iron. It bobbed two inches in front of her nose. Painfully hard from the evening’s events so far.
I drew in a breath. Was he really going to make her do this?
“I hear you’ve been feeling neglected, Doug.” Trey stepped forward as he spoke, focusing now on my cock hovering before my wife’s face. “Having withdrawals from a lack of Britt’s cock sucking. I thought you should get lucky tonight, because of the whole special, amazing thing.” He maneuvered the phone to within a foot of my straining cock and held it steady.
“Blow him.”
Instantly, in a single, fluid motion, my entire cock embedded itself in the back of her throat.
“God!” I threw back my head and gasped. An electric jolt shot from the root of my dick into the base of my brain. When awareness returned, Britt was violently throat fucking me. Obscene squishy noises echoed in the foyer.
“Forgot to warn you,” Trey said. “She was a pretty good cock sucker when I met her. I’ve trained her to be an excellent one since then. She learned well, thanks to lots of practice.”
Holy Mother of God, had she ever. Immediately I was in danger of blasting my load into her gut. Which he noticed, that bastard.
“Are you ovulating, girl?” he asked her.
With a loud pop and lip smack, she uttered, “Yesterday.” Then, I slid past her tonsils again.
“Don’t you make the man cum doing that then,” he said to her. “His seed doesn’t belong in your mouth. It should be filling that ripe pussy of yours. Chasing down that egg. That’s what a husband does to his fertile wife. Doesn’t he? But look at you, bad girl. Going to town on the man’s dick like you know something’s up.”
Every suck on my cock head dragged a massive orgasm closer to the surface of my balls, threatening to empty them. This one would be one of my largest ever.
“And look at you, Doug,” he went on. “Wanting so bad to shoot in that talented mouth. But you’re holding back. Fighting it. How come, man? Could it be you’re still hoping for a shot at that egg? To do your duty. Is that it? Well here, let me help you. Stop sucking him!”
Poof. All sensations vanished off my cock.
Eight times I dry humped air, futilely seeking her retracted mouth poised just out of reach. Two thick ropes of drool connecting her lips to my dick head curled to the floor and glistened.
Five more seconds, please! That’s all I needed. My climax boiled, stuck just below the critical threshold, having aborted its release.
“Oh so close,” Trey said, tsking with feigned pity. “I thought you might seriously want to consider saving it up though, Doug. No, no. Listen up. If you do, you can nut big in her on Sunday night, in your own bed, just in case I’m not successful. It’s like fertilization insurance, where the poor husband is the provider of last resort. But I wouldn’t count on me failing though. I’ve made eleven babies so far. Exactly how many have you bred?”
He pointed at my cruelly denied cock. “Tuck the man’s dick back in, girl. He’s done. Then stand yourself up.”
Britt did both with me having to readjust my Pervert Exploitd upon erection in my underwear. He was still recording this. It wasn’t over yet.
“Much as I love that dress, time for it to go,” he said. “You get to do the honors, Doug. Strip her.”
She spun around. I unzipped the back. Slid the flimsy fabric over her shoulders and bare breasts and then down her slender torso. I squatted to help her step out of it.
“Panties too,” he said. “Keep ’em both. She won’t be needing either this weekend so bring them when you pick her up.”
I tugged off her lacey cotton panties. She stepped out of them, then I reached for a strap on her heel.
“Leave those,” he said with a growl. “They’re some of the best fuck-me heels I’ve seen in a while. Should come in handy, don’t you think? Now here…” He thrust the phone towards my head. “Trade places.”
I dMolestationd her dress and panties over one arm. Shifted towards the entry door and positioned the phone to record them together. He slid in front of her, caressed her cheek, massaged her breast and flicked her pointed nipple playfully.
“On your knees again, slut.”
My naked wife knelt. Without having to be told, she eased his semi-erect cock out of his warm-ups and began licking it tenderly. It ballooned quickly under her ministrations, growing to nearly eight inches in length and bloating to juice can width. Soon her saliva coated its entirety, from the base through the slight crook it made to the right.
“You getting this, Doug?” he asked while her tongue traced long brush strokes down his shaft. “Make sure you’re recording. Years from now when you two are watching this and the kids are off playing somewhere, I want you to remember where they came from. What fucked them into your woman.” She moaned in response. “Feel those heavy balls, girl.” Another moan as she cupped him and kneaded his large sperm sacks between her fingers. “That’s a whole month of potent black seed ready to fill you up. You feeling that?”
She tugged his cock up and leaned in. She sucked one nut into her mouth and swirled her tongue over it. Then she repeated the move with the other.
“Such a good black cock slut,” he said, sighing in appreciation. Let’s show Doug just how good you’ve become.”
She spit out his nut and backed away. Raising up a little on her knees, she positioned her face just above his mottled cock head. He reached down grasping one hand on either of her temples and her jaw flopped open. I then watched two-thirds of that black monster piston into her throat. My wife choked, gagged and snorted but otherwise took his brutal face fucking without hesitation. After five minutes of thrusting, his hands shifted to the back of her skull.
“Take it!” He snarled down at her.
The final few inches of his shaft vanished down her throat. He clamped her to him holding her immobilized, her lips encircling his cock root. All sounds from her cut off as his cock stoppered her airway.
“You know, slut,” he said while she silently gagged. “You could help your amazing husband’s cause if you would just take my first big nut in that luscious mouth and down your throat. Unless that’s not what you personally have in mind. So where do you want it?”
Still he held her face smashed against his abdomen. Her throat spasmed. Eyes bugged. Her hands flailed at his thighs, helpless.
Then he released her. She exploded off of his cock in a spray of saliva punctuated by rasping coughs and splutters.
He chuckled to himself. “The longest she’s gone yet. I’m impressed. Now what were you going to say, Britt? Tell me where my first, extra-full load is going.”
More heaving coughs until she got enough air to finally croak, “In… my pussy.”
“So right,” he said beaming with satisfaction. “The next time you kiss her lips, Doug, they’ll belong to a new mommy. One incredible cock-sucking slut mommy. Which, by the way, no more of that oral joy for you, Doug, until I say. Got that, amazing guy? We’ll see you Sunday night.”
He strolled into the townhouse. Gasping, saliva still coating her face and chest, Britt staggered to her feet and glanced at me. She mouthed ‘I love you’ before stumbling after her black lover.
I stopped the recording. Let myself out.
On the drive home, I detoured through a drug store. Not knowing what pregnancy test kit was best, I bought two different brands. They’re sitting on our dresser as I lie awake in bed several hours after leaving Trey’s. By now his extra-full load was surely blasted into her. Probably a few others as well. Baby number twelve for him, about to implant and grow in my wife’s womb.
Me, I’m rubbing my cock while thinking about all that black sperm. How it certainly will flood her womb. Find her egg. Do the deed. Make her a first-time mommy and me a daddy.
And if Trey somehow does fail this weekend, I will have my own big load ready Sunday night. Not for Britt though. My load will only be sprayed across a positive result showing from her pregnancy test, however long that might take. That’s where I’m choosing to deposit it. Which is even better than using a condom like Tony decided to do.
Mine is the seed that might have prevailed in my wife except I’m making damn sure it doesn’t. Because I know what she really wants.
Black.