A Black Baby, Maybe?

by Deena472©

I have read messages where white males want to get their white wives to accept sex with black males. Here is what my husband did. ... Melvin, his boss, was a black male, and he had ben at our house several times with my husband's rotating poker group. He was very nice, always so cheerful and considerate. Our small sons, 3 and 5, really liked him. Every time he came to our house he brought some candy and played with the boys.

Well, one evening after the poker players had gone and I was cleaning up the living room my husband Gary put his arm around me. After a hug and kiss he laughed and said with a smirk on his face, "Mel told me he would like to get into your panties sometime." I was flattered, but I dismissed his remark.

Over the next several days my husband made other remarks about Mel and hinted that he bet I would like to get in bed with him. I don't think I ever replied to his remarks, but maybe I did.

A couple weeks later my husband came home from work with some cheerful news. He was hoping to get promoted to office manager. Mel was co-owner of the company, and it would be his decision. He reiterated how Mel wanted to have sex with me, and if I would have sex with Mel, he would be a shoo-in for the job. I did not want to do such a thing. At first I refused to even discuss it, but Gary kept at me. He reminded me about our financial problems, and how his low-paying job was hurting us.. Eventually I reluctantly consented.

The Big Event occurred a couple nights later. Mel took me out to dinner and Gary stayed home with our boys. After dinner we went to Mel's condo, which he shared with his mother and sister. They were out of town. After a tour of the place and another glass of wine we went into Mel's bedroom.

What a wonderful introduction to black sex. I was very nervous and tense, and Mel realized it. He suggested we shower together, but I just couldn't do that. I did undress in front of him, and I watched him disrobe. I did want to see what I was getting into - or rather what was going to be getting into me. He had been a football player in college, and he had a great body. He was perhaps an inch taller than Gary, and at least forty pounds heavier. I remember noticing how dark his genitals were. He was chocolate brown, but his penis was coal-black, a charcoal black.

At dinner Mel had told me rather crudely what he planned to do to me in bed, so I fully expected him to jump on me and treat me rather roughly, but I was wrong, way wrong. We lay there for at least 15 minutes, with Mel gently exploring me with his fingers while we talked about everything but sex. I did not touch him until he took my hand and placed it on his penis. I could feel it growing in my hand. And I could feel the excitement building in me. I think every woman likes to feel their lover's penis growing in their hand, and realizing the sexual power they have over the male animal. He began suckling tentatively on my breast, not nearly the way I had feared. And in a few more minutes he had his face on my genitals. I soon realized that his tongue was larger than Gary's - or at least he flitted it farther into my vagina. He soon had me squirming and writhing with pleasure. I did have to stop him when he used his tongue too hard on my clitoris. He apologized, telling me how eager he was to fill me with his penis. And I was ready for that, too. Before he used his tongue on me down there I had worried that sex might be painful for me. His tongue caused my juices to flow, so I was no longer so worried about pain.

I had wanted to feel Mel's sex organ after it was fully erect, but I did not have the chance until he was ready to enter me. I did feel it while I guided him in. I realized that his tumescent organ was much fatter than my husband's, and as soon as he gently pushed the swollen mushroom head of his engorged member into my vagina I received some feelings like I had never felt before. And when he began slowly moving his member back and forth I was in heaven. It was better than any of my fantasies - better than anything I had ever felt in my vagina.

He was killing me with pleasure, and when I felt his warm semen filling me I knew that this was the best insemination I had ever had. I seldom felt my husband's ejaculation. Usually I only knew that he had ejaculated when his semen began leaking out of me later. But Mel let me know. He went "Oh, oh, oh, my God! Oh, oh, it is so good, so good. Oh, oh." No doubt I was pleasing him. But the best for me was yet to come. Mel was able to resume thrusting so gently after expelling all his semen. Feeling his ejaculation and knowing that I had given him so much pleasure, combined with the stimulation of his penile movements, brought me to having the most wonderful - and longest - orgasm I had ever had. And it was the very first time I had ever had a vaginal orgasm. My husband always had to use his fingers after he climaxed in order to stimulate me to an orgasm. I had heard and read so much about vaginal orgasms, but I had long ago decided it would never happen to me.

We had sex a second time before we left his bed, but I did not quite reach that wonderful plateau of pleasure again. I do know that I fulfilled my role as a sex partner, though, and that I gave Mel a great deal of pleasure.

I did pay a price for it, however. I had used my diaphragm for birth control, and whenever I use it I leak copiously afterward. By the time Mel had me back home my panty was drenched - and I am afraid that his car seat was very wet, too.

Of course my hubby had to know all the details, and of course I did not tell him everything. I was a little ashamed for my consensual infidelity, and I avoided direct eye contact with him. He was eager to get me in bed after I finished washing. I knew that he wanted sex, and I knew that I could not refuse him, although that was the last thing I wanted that night. It turned out all right for me, but not so good for my poor husband. He tried so hard, but he could not attain an erection. I even tried to help, but to no avail. That had never happened before. I felt sorry for him, but I found it amusing. I was able to go to sleep quickly, and let the rest of Mel's fecundating fluid seep out of me.

In the days following my tryst with Mel I thought about him constantly. I guess my husband did, too. He kept repeatedly asking almost the same questions about that wonderful night. I admitted to him that I had enjoyed the evening in Mel's bed. I also admitted that Mel had ejaculated into me twice. I told him that he had given me an orgasm, but I did not tell him the details. I think that would have been too great a blow to his ego. I really think that feeling Mel's semen being ejaculated so forcefully into me is what actually led to my orgasm. Knowing that pregnancy was definitely possible gave me an additional thrill. There were certainly a lot of Mel's sperm cells frantically swimming around in there trying to make me a mother again.

Mel attended the next poker game at our house. I was afraid that he might make some revealing remarks, but as far as I know nothing was ever said. I do know that he did smile at me whenever I was around, which was not very often. The men helped themselves to coffee and soft drinks. They never drank alcohol during their poker games.

CHAPTER 2

It was probably the next day that Gary came home from work to tell me he was now the office manager, with a hefty raise in pay. He thanked me for the "sacrifice" I had made for us. I sensed that he had more to say, but he did not say it until the boys were in bed. "I hate to ask another big favor of you, Dee, but Mel wants to get into your 'pussy' again," said Gary, shifting his gave to my face. "I hate to ask you to do it again, but I am grateful for the job, and I guess you are, too."

Before Gary had finished talking I think my juices were already flowing. I was hoping such a situation would arise, but I had no idea how to initiate it. I wanted very badly to have sex with Mel, but I could not let my hubby know that. I pretended that I was a little dismayed before finally agreeing to do it. It was good for my husband's ego, too. We had some good sex that night, probably because I was more receptive and eager to please him.

The next day Gary gave me the details for my next tryst. Mel could not bring me to his condo, so Gary had suggested coming to our house the next Wednesday. Mel would come for dinner. Gary would leave soon after for his poker game, but Mel would stay. Gary never returned from his poker games until after midnight, and he had told Mel to leave before then. I was thrilled. I could hardly wait. For Wednesday to come.

Mel arrive on schedule the next Wednesday. He had brought me flowers and a toy for each boy. I wanted to give him a nice kiss, but not in front of the boys. Instead I settled with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I feared that it would be awkward to have my two lovers dining with me, but I was wrong. They chatted at the table so amicably, and never once mentioned me or what was going to happen later.

After Gary left for his card game Mel insisted on helping me in the kitchen before he played with the boys. They really liked him, and they wore him out. I did not like that too well. I wanted him for myself.

Mel helped me put the boys to bed, which took longer than I had expected. Then I finally had Mel to myself. We stayed in the living room, talking, kissing and hugging until the boys were asleep before we went into the bedroom. Mel again asked me to shower with him, and that time I assented. We took our time washing and fondling each other. I fondled him to a nice erection and then spent some time admiring it. His penis was much thicker than Gary's, but I think they were about equal in length. I guess I was fondling his thick organ a little to much, for suddenly Mel exclaimed. "I gotta get you into that bed before I 'pop my nuts'." As soon as I turned off the shower Mel picked me up and carried me into the bedroom - both of us dripping wet. I made him carry me back to retrieve our towels. We could not get the bed so wet so soon.

We were both so aroused that Mel spent very little time in foreplay. Again I had to stop him from tonguing my clitoris. His tongue was too rough. I knew I did not have to guide his organ to its goal, but I loved to feel it. That big head on his penis felt like it was too big for my opening. Of course it wasn't. I loved having him enter me so slowly, teasing me in the process. I cannot explain it, but his penis gave me feelings that my husband's never did. When he would withdraw very slowly all the way out, then push in so gently it drove me crazy. I have read stories where some women like rough sex, but I am not one of them.

Mel brought me to a raging orgasm just after I felt his semen spurting into me. And he kept spurting and spurting and I kept shaking and shaking in a colossal orgasm. It was truly divine. I had to stop him from further thrusting. I was too sensitive to the movement of his swollen penis.

We lay together in bed for about an hour. I enjoyed cuddling so close to him, and feeling all of him. His skin was so smooth, probably because he had very little body hair. He had a little chest hair, and some pubic hair above his sex organ, and that was about it. My husband even had hair on the base of his penis, but Mel didn't' have any there or on his scrotum. I kneaded each of his precious testicles as hard as I dared. I concluded they were larger than my husband's, but I think that testicles sometimes change in size. I know I have felt Gary's, and sometimes they felt larger. When I was fondling his potent penis, which was pretty hard by then, I thought of my boys. The older son had a penis slimmer than his little brother's, but it had a longer head. I think the younger boy is going to have a fatter organ with a bigger head. Just like Mel's. I hope so. I think he will be able to give his wife more pleasure.

We had sex again. It was very good. I really enjoyed Mel's penis in me. He did not bring me to an orgasm that time, but he tried. After he had flooded me with his warm semen he tried his best to continue. He softened and fell out, apologizing that he had not brought me to an orgasm. I kept repeatedly trying to reassure him that it was not his fault. I just was not built for multiple orgasms. I reiterated that he gave me so much pleasure just having his penis in me that I was more than satisfied.

Poor Mel. He did feel bad about it. Right before eleven he whispered that he was going to try again to 'please me like a woman should be pleased.' He entered me once again, but that time he did thrust quicker, pushing in extra hard on each stroke. It felt very good at first, but soon it began to hurt a little. He realized that I was not enjoying it that much, and he reluctantly withdrew. I wanted him to have another ejaculation, mainly just to see if he could. I have heard that men can have multiple ejaculations, but I had never seen more than two in one evening. My husband had done theat a few times when we were first married. I would have tried to masturbate him to an ejaculation, but I had to go to the toilet.

Mel was already dressed when I came back. I lay back on the bed, totally exhausted; and when Mel returned he gave me a long kiss. "You stay in bed. I can let myself out," he whispered. I was so glad. I wanted to go to sleep.

Before Mel reached the living room I heard the door open and my husband's voice. My husband never returned from a card game so early. It was only half-past eleven. He and Mel stood at the door talking for a few minutes. All I could hear were muted words and lots of laughter. The sheet was soaked with our love juices, and I debated whether to change it, but I was too exhausted. I pretended to be asleep when Gary came into the bedroom. He knew I wasn't. He gave me a kiss on my forehead before asking me if I had a good time. I weakly replied affirmatively. I fully expected him to try to have sex with me, but he didn't. I had put on my nightgown and a panty, and he did reach over and feel the washcloth in my panty. That was all. He let me go to sleep in peace.

CHAPTER 3

The next morning I barely heard the alarm. Gary had to shake me. I had truly slept like a baby. I wanted badly to shower before preparing breakfast, but I had to defer to my husband. I had expected a barrage of questions at the breakfast table, but my husband remained remarkably mute. He did ask why I had not used my diaphragm. I explained that I was "safe", my period having ended 3 days earlier, and it was not necessary. He gave me a dour look and said, "If you ever have sex with Mel or any other black guy again you better use your diaphragm. I'll be damned if I want to support a black baby." I only used my diaphragm between the tenth and nineteenth days of my cycle. That was the instructions my doctor had given me when she fitted me with it.

Before I showered I took out my diary from its hiding place and wrote for about ten minutes. I had stopped writing in my diary a couple years earlier after my husband had read some of it which I did not want.

I barely finished my shower when my son called me to the phone. It was Mel. He asked me if I had found his wristwatch, which I had not. He explained that he had placed it on my dresser before we had showered, and he neglected to retrieve it before leaving. It was still there. I told him I would make sure my husband took it to work the next day, but Mel told me that he would be over in about an hour to get it. I liked that much better. Instead of dressing I put on my nicest housecoat, but left off my panty and bra. Perhaps I could get a rise out of Mel. No sex, just a little play. My son was there to keep things decent.

What I received from Mel was far removed from what I expected. It made me very angry. The first words that Mel uttered after I poured him coffee ruined my day. "Gosh, Dee, that 50 dollar fuck last night was better than the 100 dollar fuck." I guess he saw the puzzled look on my face.

I did not know what to say, so there was a long moment of silence before I said, "What are you talking about?" Mel studied my fac before he replied, "you mean you don't know how much I paid to get into your pussy?" Then I realized my husband must have made money off my sex acts. He had made a whore out of me! Mel realized I was an innocent pawn in the transaction. He then explained that he had made some remarks to my husband about wanting to get me in bed, and that Gary had told him that I wanted to have sex with a black man, and that he would try to arrange it. The next day he told Mel that I had agreed to do it for $100. Last week he had told Mel that he would try to get me to do it for $50. "Your are well worth every penny,"" said Mel. "I'll pay that any time for you." That explained why Mel had told me in bed the previous night that he might as well "empty his 'nuts'" in me another time, since he was paying plenty for the privilege.

I was so upset that any thought of cozying up to Mel for some hugs and kisses evaporated. Mel was aware that I was very angry and upset, and he left right away. I went into my bedroom and had a g good cry. My small son did his best to console me.

That afternoon a florist brought me some flowers with a nice card from Mel, apologizing for ever thinking that I was behind the scheme to charge him money for sex. Soon after Mel called in person to apologize. In reply I told Mel how genuinely sorry I was, and I was very angry at my husband. I don't know who suggested it, but we both decided we liked each other, and that we would like to have sex again. "You can have me for free, and my husband does not need to know," I told him. "I'll make him sorry he ever made a prostitute out of me." I offered to meet with Mel at my house the next Wednesday when my husband was away playing poker. Mel said that he was hosting the next week's poker game, so we arranged it for the following week..

That night I did have to endure a spate of questions from my husband about the sexual activity of the previous night. I tried not to lie, but I did bend the truth. He asked me again if I still believed that his penis was bigger than Mel's. In reply I told him that they were about the same length, but that his penis was probably a little longer than Mel's. He did not ask anything about penis girth, so I did not fib. I did admit that I enjoyed the sex with Mel very much. When he asked if I would like to do it again I did not answer him right away. After more prodding I told him that it was a nice thought. I ended the subject by saying I did not want to talk about such things anymore, and I snuggled up to him for a little loving.

After my first sex experience with Mel I had told Gary that Mel remained hard for at least a couple minutes after his ejaculation, and that I had liked that. So my husband had bought some Viagra on the internet, and it had arrived that day. Mel took a pill that evening, and it did help him. He did remain hard enough to continue penile movement after he ejaculated. He still was unable to bring me to a climax, but I did enjoy the nice feelings.. I really did feel sorry for him. I used to think it was all my fault, but after experiencing sex with Mel I realized that it was not all my fault.

On the morning of our date Mel called me to confirm it. I suggested that he not come until 8 o'clock. Gary always left before that time. Well, promptly at eight Mel rang the doorbell. The boys were ready for bed, but they were delighted to see Mel. He played with them until I finally made him quit. Mel had brought me a couple pairs of expensive thong panties. It is something I would never wear, but I put on a pair so Mel could see them. It pleased him very much, especially when I let him remove them for our shower together.

I was a daring girl that evening, and I fondled and kissed Mel's magnificent manhood while we were showering. He liked it, and I think he wanted me to take him in my mouth, but I stopped short of doing that. After showering and drying each other Mel did something different. He lifted me up and placed me on his very erect sex organ. I did not think I was that juicy, but he was able to enter me and carry me on his penis to the bed.