My Wife's Black Babies

When you read these stories on-line, you always wonder how much of them is true, and how much is not. The bulk of this story is true, with only the most of the names changed to protect the innocent and in some instances, the deceased. At one time, many years ago, I was really into the "Lifestyle". I had the occasion to meet a large number of couples, including that couple about whom this story deals. I met with both of them over a number of months, even having sex with the female. When I met them outside the scene - socially with their children, it led to them telling the following about how she came to have their two children. I've repeated in first person style, just as it was told to me. Their story of "My Wife's Black Babies".

When I (Gerry) first met my wife-to-be, I was in the "Lifestyle Scene" more or less full-time, with my then girlfriend Gail. This particular group actually had more black men in the overall group than white men, but primarily white women, many - if not most - of whom were married. Gennifer was a newcomer at one party that Gail and I attended, along with her girlfriend who had asked her to come for company. That girlfriend Vicki had just gotten a divorce and wanted to meet up with a black man from their work, but wanted to bring a friend along for comfort.

While Vicki was with her new friend and Gail was in a back room pulling a train with her new black stud and some of his friends, Gennifer and I started talking. I was especially taken with her dark red toenail polish, and really small feet (size 6), as I am a 'footman'. We made an instant connection, and from that night on, became virtually inseparable when I was in town and not traveling. I even quit seeing most of the other women that I was dating, although Gennifer and I continued to participate and be in the 'lifestyle' on more-or-less monthly occasions. Needless to say, given my attitude about women and toenail polish, I have never seen her without toenail polish on since that time.

Before she met me, however, she had been seeing ("screwing") Ernest (a black man) whom she also met at her work, for more than 4 years, off and on, as he was married and could not be with her more than several times a week. She told me that they had worked together for about 5 years, and that he had been after her for about 6 months to go out or more precisely, to be with him before she finally agreed. Knowing that he wanted to fuck her, she was hesitant, but finally said he could come over to her apartment and she would fix supper. That first time she was really nervous, and apparently he was too, as he had trouble getting and keeping a hard-on, so except for some heavy petting and oral play, nothing else happened.

She thought it was because she wasn't sexy enough (she'd always had a self-image problem because of her complexion problems), so she invited him back the following week. This time she sucked him hard, and kept him hard. She was already in the bed with him, as he had gone down on her first, when she got him hard enough to take her; & she told me she was really ready for him when he entered her. She was not at that time a virgin by any stretch of the imagination, but she told me that he had the biggest dick she had ever seen. She said that it took him a while to work it all the way into her. She told me that he had finally worked it all the way into her before he really started stroking it hard into her; and that although she had never had an vaginal orgasm before that night with just straight intercourse, but she said that he fucked her for about 45 minutes straight; and she had three orgasms before he came in her. He praised her fulsomely, telling her that she was the best and the tightest 'piece of ass" woman he'd ever had.

From that night on even after we met as it turned out, she was his 'fuck-toy' whenever he wanted her, when he could get free to come to her. For 4 years running (including the year after I met her), he went to a mortgage banker's convention in Chicago, & took her with him as his black-owned pussy; and to prove it to him (at least), she wore an anklet that he'd bought her, with a medallion attached with the initials "BOP" ['black-owned pussy']. That second year, her doctor had taken her off birth control pills because of some issues with suspected blood clots. Ernest had always refused to use any rubbers telling her how much he loved to take her 'bareback', and during the week-long stay, he got her pregnant on that year's Chicago trip. She ended up getting an abortion in Miami 2 months later when he took her down to the Keys for a get-away trip.

We dated for about 15 months before we got married, & she continued to see Ernest with my blessing until about a month before we got married.

I am from American Indian, Latino & Scotch-Irish background, but am dark complected more like a Latino. After our second year of marriage when it seemed that she could not get pregnant, even though we'd been trying, we ran into Ernest at a banker-investor's convention (I was then working as a "hard money" finder-investor). We ended up having some drinks with him and I urged Gennifer to let him return to our suite with us for us to get more comfortable. She agreed, and we had a three-some with him all the rest of that night, and the following evening also.

When we returned to Atlanta, I knew that I was going to have to travel more finding suitable investments. I let Gennifer know that I would not object if she "entertained" Ernest while I was gone. She seemed willing, contacting him to let him know, as I was later to find out.

Since we had been trying to get pregnant, she was not on birth control. Over the next 2-3 months, as I was in and out of Atlanta, it turned out she was fucking Ernest every week, even some weeks almost nightly while I was gone. By May of 88, when I came back into town, having been gone for more than 3 weeks on that particular trip, Gennifer was worried because she had not had her period; and was having some queasy morning-sickness symptoms. She was concerned because Ernest had gotten her pregnant before, & she was not sure just who the father was if she was pregnant again.

I reassured her, as I loved her (& still do); telling her that if she was pregnant, that it was to be my baby regardless and we would raise that child together. Well, she was pregnant, & when our baby girl was born, she was a dark rich creamy coffee color. We explained my Latino & Indian heritage to her Bible-thumping parents, so there was not any apparent issue that I was not the father. Medical tests however later on determined that Ernest was the father (as my sperm count was so low as to be almost non-existent). Since Gennifer wanted more babies - and I did too - 'Uncle' Ernest continued to visit us on a weekly basis and bred Gennifer several time weekly until she got pregnant again; and 2 years later our son, James Ernest was born.

We had decided to have one more child, but unfortunately before Ernest could get my wife pregnant for the third time, he had a massive stroke while at work and died before medical help could arrive. We will always be glad that he was in our lives to give us our 2 beautiful wonderful children.