I Call Him Sire

He spews Creation in my wife. Its appropriate that in ancient Greece, the name Jerome meant "sacred," because his big Black balls sack is our Holy Grail.

My wife wants to be a mother. We want Jerome to be the father. She said his genes just seemed "healthier." My love's lily White innocence weeps with passion before he fucks her hairy mystery. The joy on her face comes from the bottom of her heart and the depths of her cunt. The Alpha Black male is seeding my wife's fertility. I call him Sire. His Ebony shaft demands our submission and I give it greedily. He takes care of us in return.

This is the part there's no turning back from. As his animal release approaches, there's no stopping him, and my wife's powerless femininity is fulfilled as his vessel. The exctasy is sublime, empowering her helpless yearning. I watch on as the woman who loves me is inseminated by the God-like Black Bull. As they soul kiss, her moist fertility is given divine form by his rigid masculinity.

Her raw sex grips him, loves him as a man when he plants his seed. He pounds her full of sperm. I remember that she's ovulating as he ejaculates into her. Thats as it should be. Its a life changing moment for us, and I welcome their love slickened relationship into our marriage. Soon everyone will know that she has a Black lover. I know she'll be a good mom.