Act Three Ch. 01

"This of course will all be acting, won't it?" Troy asked, with his voice going up half an octave, "The sex will be acting sex, not real sex? Am I right?"

"No, for the sake of historical accuracy the sex will be real. The curtain on act three, ending the play, will go down after the bull has ejaculated inside Beth and slowly pulls out forming a pool inside her for the audience to see. You'll then raise and tie her legs to the bed posts to keep the Mulatto slave baby making seed from flowing out."

"My god, I don't know what to say?" Beth said, being in total shock at what was just asked of them.

"I know what to say-NO!" Troy said as firmly as possible, "There's no way on earth we're going to do it.

But rather than getting up and running out of the office with Beth in hand Troy asked about the historical background of white wife breeding saying he had never read where a white farmer bred his wife black.

"I know of course know the slave owner often had children with his slaves, Thomas Jefferson is the best known example." Troy said, relaxing somewhat from the outrageous request made on them.

Tyrone pleased that Troy's question was asking for more information, and he was only too happy to give them the historical relevance of act three.

"You are correct, no large plantation slave owner has ever been documented giving up his wife, however, small farmers with few or no slaves did all the time. It's the erotic little secret that few southern white males even acknowledge because it threatens their false notion of superiority."

"Antebellum slaves collectively were the most important financial asset in the United States. The two main export crops, tobacco and cotton, were harvested by slaves and exported to Europe who sold manufactured goods back to the South, but carried a hefty tariff or tax which went almost exclusively to developing the North. In short slaves were exploited by the South, and the South was exploited by the North. The Civil War was at it's heart a tariff war when the South refused to pay. To a Southerner the cause of the Civil War was the same as the Revolutionary War...taxation without representation. They didn't want to fight, just succeed and not pay the tariff to the North."

"Most interesting," Troy said, getting a lesson in history that was never taught in public school.

"Back to slaves being economically important, one good young field nigger was worth two horses in a market exchange. The more land you owned the more slaves were needed. For a farmer to get ahead he either needed lots of offspring or slaves. The work being oppressive prevented him from working his heirs to death, not so his slaves."

"The cost however for a slave was way beyond what a typical small farmer could afford, so rather than go without they would bred their wives and produce their own. Their children were all in favor of this since the slave offspring was not considered human, had no rights, and certainly no inheritance claim."

"Amazing," said Beth now capable of speaking.

"So how did the small farmer acquire the services of the bull to mate with his wife?" Troy asked.

"Interesting you should ask. The farmer would work though the year and save up money for the stud fee and then rent the services of a bull on the day his wife was most fertile. If the breeding took in nine months his wife would give birth to a mulatto boy or girl slave, if it didn't he was entitled to one additional breeding session."

"If the product was a male, the farmer kept him, if a female he sold her to someone needing a cleaning/cooking slave or to a brothel using the proceeds to by a male field nigger. Mulatto nigger whores were all the rage in New Orleans where the black blood was all be diluted out of them by white men fucking their offspring, however, even though they looked white the 'one drop' rule of Jim Crow still considered them black."

"How is it possible that white men and women could treat their black children like animals?" Troy asked in disbelieve.

"Well simply because in the mindset of slavery they were animals. It would be no different than if you fathered a dog, or Beth gave birth to a chicken. During the Memphis sanitation workers strike in the early 1960's all the black male protestors carried a single sign...I AM MAN."

"Oh the inhumanity of it. I had no idea," Beth said, starting to cry.

"I'm touched by your outward expression of emotion," Tyrone said putting his hand on Beth's shoulder with her drawing it to her face to kiss.

"I'm so terribly sorry that we did this to you." Beth said now in full tears.

"I forgive you, if that's what you want, and every other white person...it's not your fault, never was. I don't hate whites anymore today than whites hate the Japanese for bombing Pearl Harbor in 1941. Forgiveness allows anyone to move forward, hate blocks and I refuse to be blocked in my life." Tyrone said philosophically which made tremendous sense to Beth and Troy.

"This is why staging historical plays is so important, like the Jewish Holocaust, it's possible to forgive, but impossible to forget. We desperately need your help so what happened isn't swept into the dust bin of history and happens again, would you and Troy please reconsider accepting the parts?" Tyrone asked humbly.

Beth realizing she wanted to consent to play the role but was afraid thinking it would harm her marriage to Troy, unless of course he changed his mind.

"But I've never cheated on Troy, and I've never dated or even touched a black man except you, let alone had sex with one." Beth pleaded, thinking these road blocks were insurmountable to her saying yes.

"Let's bring Troy into the conversation. Troy, do you think Beth having sex with a black man on stage with a hundred people in the audience watching and you being at her side is cheating on you?" Tyrone asked.

"How could it be, cheating is all about deception of having sex behind the other persons back."

"So you would be willing to accept and support Beth's decision to be black bred on stage if she decides to accept the part?"

"This is so off the wall I'm still having a tough time wrapping by brain around it all. Remember Beth and I have lived very sheltered sex lives and mixing a black male into it is very difficult for me as much as I'd like to help fight racism."

"I understand completely." Tyrone said, realizing a small crack in the window of them accepting the roles had opened. "What needs to be done is to have you both feel comfortable about Beth being blacked. Given your theater background I don't think having sex in front of an audience would be a problem and will most likely be an added turn on."

"So what do you suggest we do to feel more comfortable?" Beth asked, knowing Tyrone would have some good suggestions.

"Let's all stand up with me in the middle," Tyrone said, "Beth please stand on my right and Troy the left."

Once in position and without saying a word, Tyrone undid his belt buckle, unfastened the clasp, lowered his zipper and let his pants fall to the floor holding up his shirt to reveal his very impressive hung black cock and equally impressive hanging ball sac.

"My goodness," said Beth, "It is almost as large as Burt's, just like you said."

"What do you think of my cock Troy?"

"I don't want this to sound gay, but I think it's beautiful."

"Would you like to see your wife's lily white hand with bright red nail polish around my cock making it swell to erection?"

"I would, I really, really would," Troy said now looking lovingly at Beth hoping she would agree to create the erotic sight.

"Actions speak louder than words Troy, drop your pants and show your wife how much you really want to see it." Tyrone instructed.

Troy did what he was told standing at attention with his six inch dicklet sticking straight up in the air with pre-cum leaking out of it.

"Troy how in the world did you get an erection? Have you be secretly playing with yourself under the table?" Beth asked, wanting an explanation.

"Truth is I got one immediately after you kissed his hand. In my mind I was hoping it would lead to much more."

Saying nothing but now knowing Troy would accept whatever she decided to do, Beth took her left hand and grabbed the middle part of Tyrone's flaccid cock and slowly moved her hand up and down.

"What does it feel like Beth?" Tyrone asked.

"Well it's soft, warm, and it's fun to play with," she laughed, moving the growing cock from side to side and up and down.

"Are you feeling comfortable doing this?" Tyrone followed up.

"Oh yes, it's much bigger and of course blacker than any cock I've ever hand in my hand, but I'm feeling completely comfortable touching it."

"How about you Troy, do you feel comfortable watching your wife stroking my black cock?"

"Depends how you define comfortable. I'm comfortable watching, but my dick has never been more uncomfortable...this is the hardest hard on I've had since I was fifteen."

Tyrone laughed, "That's some hard you have there, I don't think I've ever seen more pre-cum flowing out of a white dick. I think your husband is really enjoying watching us."

"Are you honey, are you turned on watching my hand move up and down his magnificent black cock?" Beth said in a slow sexy tone which just came naturally as she squeezed the first drop of pre-cum out of Tyrone's red mushroom dickhead.

"If you keep taking that way I'm going to cum," Troy said as his flow of pre-cum noticeably increased.

"Wow, slow down guy, we can't have you cuming yet." Tyrone said telling Troy to squeeze his nuts until the pain overruled his desire to ejaculate.

"Beth, I think your husband will make one fine interracial cuckold hubby."

"Cuckold?" Beth questioned.

"That's the term given to a husband turned hubby who desires his wife to be fucked by black men known as bulls." Tyrone informed.

"I take it your not the least bit jealous of Beth stroking my cock, are you?"

"Not a shred." Troy confirmed as he gained control over his impending orgasm with his hand still squeezing his balls.

"Troy, would you be okay with Beth sucking my cock in front of you catching my cum in her mouth?"

"It wouldn't bother me at all, quite to the contrary I'd love to watch her do it."

"Spoken like a true cuck. Beth would you make both Troy and myself very happy giving me your best blow job ever making love to my cock and balls with your mouth?"

"I'd love too." Beth said, more willing than if it was white wanting intimate contact with his African heritage cock.

"Great, Beth stand in front of me. Troy move in back of your wife and slowly strip her for me so I can appreciate every inch of your most gorgeous wife." Tyrone said as he dropped a pillow in front of his feet slowly stroking his cock anticipating Beth's nakedness.

Beth was indeed beautiful, standing 5'11" in high heels she towered over Troy but was three inches shorter than Tyrone. With her pale complexion and glacier blue eyes Tyrone was almost sure she was a natural blond which he would find out for certain in short order.

"So what is your nationality Beth?" Tyrone asked knowing she was Scandinavian.

"One hundred percent Icelandic. Troy is one hundred percent Finnish." Beth informed, causing Tyrone to laugh.

"Oh I'm sorry, it's just funny that the farther north you go the women get more beautiful and the guys have smaller dicks. You might be interesting in knowing that Iceland was the first country in the world to ban slavery in the 12th century."

"And why would penis sizes shrink as the population moved north?" Troy asked.

"So they wouldn't freeze off in winter." Tyrone laughed, causing Beth and Troy to also laugh.

"Nature is really rather amazing, giving Northern European males flaccid dicks that can be an inch or less in size and five of six inches long when erect. If that was the case with me my cock would be 50" fucking inches long." Tyrone laughed again.

"So how big are you Troy when your not excited taking a walk on a cold winter day in Mt. Vernon?"

"Maybe an inch."

"I rest my case." Tyrone said.

"So you think I'm beautiful?" Beth asked, being turned on by the complement.

"You're so beautiful you should look in the mirror every day and say...Thank You Jesus."

"She's even more beautiful naked." Troy said smiling.

"Well what are you waiting for, take off her dress so I can see." Tyrone said laughing while his cock grew ever larger.

Undoing the back zipper of Troy moved the dress over his wife's shoulders letting it fall to the floor. Beth stood dressed in a 36C white bra with black polka dots and skimpy matching panties will a lace top matching the lace on the top of her black thigh high stockings.

Removing her bra Troy exposed a set of full, yet perky, two stage puffy nipple tits, that begged to be sucked on. Holding her panties while Beth stepped out of them confirmed she was a natural blond with a wispy golden bush triangle of a veil covering her cute tight little cunt with all the parts neatly tucked up inside.

"OMG Beth, you're a white goddess, if you ever enter a wet T-shirt competition my money is on you." Tyrone said in amazement scanning every inch of the beautiful white wife. "You would be perfect for the part."

"Why do you say that?" Beth asked.

"First of course you're face beautiful and your body most fuckable. Equally important for historical reasons is that you have long hair. Women wearing short hair didn't happen until the 1920's. You also have a natural bush, which women didn't start shaving until twenty years ago.

"You haven't seen her ass yet," Troy said anxious to show off more of his wife.

"Well then turn her around for me and bend her over." Tyrone said, wanting the full tour of Beth's body.

Beth's long shapely legs highlighted by her stocking and heels led up to her high tight ass which would be perfect to grab while fucking her. Bending Beth over Troy smiled at Tyrone as he spread her ass cheeks apart showing off her rosy tight bud of an asshole and matching pussy lips.

"See I told you," Troy said, "Rather than an 'A' don't you think my wife deserves an 'A+'?"

"Wrong, Troy, Beth is an 'A+++' if there ever was one. You are one lucky SOB to be married to such a hot wife. Mind if I give your wife a kiss and touch her sweet spots?"

"Not at all, please do."

"Troy you might want to snap a some pictures to commemorate Beth's first black kiss. Moments like these are far and few in between so I don't want you to be kicking yourself not having pictures to remember this by."

"Great idea, thanks," Troy said as he held his phone with one hand and played with his dick with the other.

"If Beth accepts the part, I'd like to send out a couple of these pictures, with her face distorted of course, as a teaser for the production...if you both don't mind."

"I'm fine with it, how about you honey?" Troy asked Beth who said she wouldn't mind at all, and if it would boost interest it wasn't necessary to distort her face.

"But what if someone we know sees them?" Troy protested.

"Well we can tell them were fighting racism at it's most primal source, which of course we are." Beth responded with pride in her voice.

Beth then opened up her arms to receive Tyrone passionately kissing for the longest time with one of Tyrone's hands on a firm ass cheek and the other playing with a nipple sitting on top of her puffy areolae.

"So your still okay with me kissing your wife and fondling her gorgeous body?" Tyrone asked breaking from kiss but keeping his hands on her tit and ass.

"Wow what a kiss, Beth hasn't kissed me like that since our honeymoon. Other than my dick becoming harder and by balls starting to ache, it's all good." Troy said as he quicken the pace of his stroking.

"That's great to hear, but slow down your stroking you'll mess everything up if you cum." Tyrone admonished Troy, who dutifully slowed down allowing Tyrone to turned his attention back to Beth sucking on a nipple while determining her wetness with a finger stuck up inside her which he smelled and then tasted.

"Damn your wife's pussy smells like ambrosia and tastes like honey. Beth you won't have any trouble accommodating the largest black cock with your level of wetness, but to be on the safe side be sure to buy a bottle of good lube."

"We will," she saying she was happy that he liked the way she smelled and tasted.

"You're both a coming along wonderfully well on your interracial journey. Beth is willingly surrendering her body to me, a complete black stranger, which means she'll most likely fuck any black man that appreciates her and treats her right. Is that correct?"

"Well lets just say I'm open to exploring new interracial sexual relationships." Beth said coyly.

"Troy might well turn out to be a cucks cucks, a white hubby who loves to watch his wife being black fucked more than she does."

"Beth I need you on your knees, my cock can't wait another second to have your mouth around it. I'm sure Troy would love to take some pictures of you sucking black cock, wouldn't you Troy?"

"That would be great," Troy said giving Beth a quick kiss on the lips telling her thank you taking their marriage in a new direction.

Beth smiled, dropping to her knees and in ten seconds of making the request Tyrone's dickhead disappeared inside her wide open mouth which make sucking sounds on the full bloom mushroom.

"You taste so good, I've always loved chocolate." Beth said looking up at Tyrone.

"So is everything still okay with you Troy, any second thought about Beth sucking on me. Are any feeling of jealousy starting to surface?"

"Thanks for all your concern, but I'm perfectly happy with what's going on. I find the contrast in the black and white skin tones most erotic. I'm actually really looking forward to watching Beth take a black cock in her pussy and maybe even her ass." Over hearing this caused Beth's eyes to grow wide looking up at Troy, saying not in a million years will that be happening honey.

"Most of act three will have Beth on her knees prepping her bull giving him a case of blue balls resulting in a maximum load being shot into her increasing the chances of fertilization." Tyrone said, carrying on a conversation why Beth moved to his balls tea bagging them like a pure slut.

"Beth isn't on birth control since I'm fixed so I'm a bit worried that she really might become pregnant. Her period ended three days ago, so by this next week she'll be a peak fertility."

"For the play that will work out perfectly. Before sending for the black stud, famers timed the breeding buy feeling how sticky their wife's pussy juice was. If they could spread their fingers three inches apart and not have the lube break they knew it was time. If you've ever watched porn and have seen a black bulls dick all covered in a thick creamy film, well that's a perfectly timed fuck."

"From your standpoint what's the worst that could happen? If Beth gets pregnant you can start a second family and help eracism, encouraging other white men to give share their wives with black men. You've talk the talk, pushing around a black baby in a stroller would be walking the walk."

"You're absolutely 100% correct, Tyrone!" Troy said, "and I'll be thinking just that when I hold Beth's legs up in the air after she's been black bred."

While the guys were conversing Beth was in a trance making love to Tyrone's beautiful black cock, sucking, squeezing, nibbling, licking, kissing, it while jilling her clit with her free hand thinking how desperately she wanted one shoved up balls deep inside her pussy to feel what she has never felt before...a mind altering, squirting, vaginal orgasm.

"You're wife is an incredibly good cock sucker Troy, I could have cum five minutes ago."

"Well now I getting a little jealous?" Troy responded.