My Narrative
I'm the happy mom of a stunning mixed-race daughter, and while it might not seem unusual with adoption, surrogacy, or IVF these days, there's something unique about our story. I married a white guy years ago, and during our marriage, I had my child. It can be a bit difficult to explain to people, especially my relatives. Some might find it fascinating, others might have questions.
I was once questioned by an inquisitive family member how it all happened, so I stated, "Well, I stripped naked on my bed and had sex with a black guy. Oh, and the reason why? Why not!" That's the short version.
To truly grasp the real reason, you'd need to know my husband. We tied the knot when we were both 29, and two years later, we had our first child, a boy. It took us two more years for him to want another kid, mainly because he dreamed of having a daughter. After three failed attempts, we were devastated, and our relationship began to suffer.
My husband, who was normally very outgoing, became more reserved and turned to the internet for solace. He was obsessed with watching married women getting fucked by other men in online porn videos. He even started mimicking these erotic scenarios in our love life. Since most of these videos featured black men with white women, I found myself instinctively becoming curious about them.
During the two years we spent trying unsuccessfully to conceive again, my husband's interests shifted. He started sending me pictures of naked black guys with big dicks. And not just images; he forwarded me clips of black men having sex with blonde women. These men were usually shown impregnating their white wives, with their husbands watching in approval.
I initially felt uncomfortable with these images, but I went along with it since I desired his attention and our sex life had become exciting again. He was enthralled with these websites, and in our bedroom, he would beg me to act out these scenarios. After witnessing his reactions, I realized he had been planning something like this for a very long time. While I had my doubts at first, I couldn't resist his requests.
I encountered an attractive, stocky black guy in a liquor store one day. Something within me awoke. The thought of cheating on my husband and having consensual, unprotected sex with a complete stranger was wildly erotic. The notion of engaging in something so taboo made me wet.
During the next few months, I found myself strangely drawn to black men and even attracted their attention. I actually quite enjoyed the feeling of being appreciated by them. I ultimately decided to let my husband know about my new desires. On a particular night, after a day of shopping, I suggested we share brutally honest details about our fantasies.
"There's something I need to tell you," I whispered in his ear as I climbed on top of him. "I met this black guy at the liquor store, and I fantasized about having unprotected sex with him. He was hot, and I loved the idea of cheating on you for the first time in my life."
As I shared my deepest thoughts with him, his arousal soared. He eagerly guided my hips, synchronizing our movements. I went on to reveal the full story, keeping the same seductive, sensual tone.
"You've seen these porn videos I've been watching, right? Where a black man has a white woman, and the husband knows about it?" I teasingly continued.
"Yes!" he cried out, clearly enjoying what I was telling him.
I could feel his excitement building as I lay on top of him, bouncing up and down.
"The time your band performed at the casino?" I prompted. "Remember?"
"Yes!" he said as he guided my motions.
"I met a black guy there. He offered me a lot of money to go to his room with him," I said as I kissed him passionately.
"Holy shit! You never told me that. That's so hot! What did he look like?" he asked.
"Like a god," I replied with a smile.
As we continued, I allowed my imagination to run wild. "Imagine that I went to his room with him, and you were right outside the door watching from the hallway."
He shuddered with delight, clearly retreating into the fantasy I created.
"Then imagine him stuffing his big, black cock into my wet pussy," I whispered seductively between moans.
"Please, tell me you fucked him," he begged.
"I did," I whispered. "I had unprotected sex with a black man in the casino room."
He groaned and pressed me harder against his cock, wanting me to relive every detail.
"I came back wearing his cum and lipstick," I confessed.
"Fuck!" he cried out. "I'm going to cum."
I could feel him pulsating inside me. He gripped me tighter as his desire for me increased. After several long minutes, my husband finally let loose, deeply pleased with my story's ending.
And so, I became his exciting sexual fantasy. He no longer wasted time online but embraced the thought of me with black men—a lifestyle we did not know we both desired until that day. In the aftermath of our encounter, we decided that it was perfectly alright, as long as he was a part of the action and witnessing it all. Our sex life had sadly turned stale, yet all of that quickly changed with our newfound sexual openness. I am proud to be my husband's wife, even if it means occasionally embracing unknown desires.
Having experienced interracial sex with black men on my own, I have a new appreciation for it. I realized that some men have a deep, carnal desire for black men. Being a spouse who responsively delighted in the taboo is something I'll always cherish and certainly not regret. Our life is now enriched by the different skin tones we share and our love.
A man stood before me, tall and well-built, dressed in a fancy suit, looking like he was foreign. I told my partner, "He was hot, and his offer was irresistible. While I was at the slot machine, I envisioned him taking me to his hotel room, sexing me up."
"Tell me what goes on in your head," my spouse requested.
"I imagined myself naked on his hotel bed and him having his way with me. I even imagined his large black hands all over my body, his tongue in my mouth, and his big dick inside me," I disclosed.
"Holy cow!" my husband exclaimed. "More, please!"
"The scenario was so vivid that I couldn't help but consider finding him again," I shared. "I was prepared to do anything he wanted if I were to bump into him once more."
Hearing this, my husband practically had an orgasm. He pushed into me as deep as he could and released his seed inside me. We then cuddled up again.
My husband questioned if I was being truthful and I admitted that I was.
"Is all of this your fault?" I confessed. "You've got me craving black men now. They seem to enjoy me."
When my husband asked why I declined the man's offer, I admitted it was because of my fear of no longer being able to control my cravings.
We then hugged each other tighter as we reflected on our rocky relationship. But given the revelations, the two were resolved to improve things.
"Do you believe our chances for another baby are limited?" he mused quietly.
"I'm not sure, my love," I answered. "We've tried, and I've done all I can. If you have any ideas, we can discuss them. However, even if we tried artificial insemination, there's no guarantee of success. Adoption is an option, but it's expensive. And if we do have a child, there'd be complications."
"Maybe there's something else we haven't considered," my spouse proposed.
"And what would that be?" I inquired.
"Maybe we could try... another man," he stammered.
I was shocked, aroused, and not surprised all at once. And during our intimate moments in bed, as we considered my husband's idea of having sex with someone else, all I could think about was how tempting it was. After all, I could have it both ways—I could have a baby and a fulfilled sexual relationship—if we chose an unattached man.
"Think about it. If getting pregnant hasn't worked for us so far, why would it be any different if I had sex with another man?" I wondered.
"It could if the man was more virile," he shared.
"Oh, so you want me to have sex with a black man?" I clarified.
"Yes, if you want to call it that," he admitted, a touch of embarrassment in his voice.
I could see where he was coming from, but I raised concerns: "He could fail to impregnate me; we'd have to explain to our families that I'm pregnant with a black child; and there would be long-term consequences for a potential little human being."
He replied, "You're right. It was just an idea. But it could be enjoyable at the very least."
"It sounds like you want me to sleep with a black man?" I incredulously asked.
"Yes, that's what I meant."
"But I couldn't bear the consequences," I said, aware of the risks. My arousal increased when I thought about it.
"It's just a thought, falls under the 'anything goes' category, and you're still in control. Just something new and exciting," my spouse proposed, getting me even more turned on.
"We can consider it, but not right now. Maybe later."
After all, reality and fantasy could always live side-by-side. We could explore the world of pleasure without compromising our love. And that night, we slept off the conversation... but not before squeezing my husband's hard-on.
For a few weeks, my husband's words kept replaying in my mind, causing me significant arousal. I was constantly looking at the pictures and video clips he sent me. The idea of being with a black manattracted me so much that I found it hard to focus on work. I loved the contrast in our skin tones, his large black penis, and the thought of him ejaculating his potent sperm inside my unprotected womb as many times as I wanted. I couldn't help but wonder if the women in the videos had conceived after their black partners had deposited their semen inside them; they seemed unconcerned about it. I had made up my mind - I was determined to become a slave to black cock.
That night, I made my final decision. I threw myself at my husband, who initially responded indifferently. However, he perked up when I whispered in his ear, "Let's make a black baby!" "What? Are you serious? Don't tease me," he replied. "I am absolutely serious. Let's do it, let's make a black baby."
With that, he pushed himself between my thighs and fucked me like we were on our honeymoon, ejaculating deeply inside me.
We cuddled afterwards, and he asked me what had changed my mind. "You convinced me," I said. "I see it as a win-win situation. I really want to fuck a black man and you want me pregnant by a black man. I would be crazy not to try it. What married woman gets a free pass to sleep with another man without getting pregnant? So, dear husband, how do you plan on making this happen?" I grinned.
"It won't be too difficult," he responded. "You're always getting hit on."
Our sex life improved significantly after we reached this decision. My husband bought me a beautiful black-colored dildo, among other things. Our lives were filled with happiness, except one thing - finding the right man. It seemed much more challenging than we had thought. After all, the man who would impregnate me had to be the most suitable candidate.
Six months had passed, and I was starting to lose hope. However, I received a pleasant surprise while on vacation in the UK. We were invited to dinner by my husband's young aunt and her boyfriend. When we arrived at the restaurant, I was stunned - her boyfriend was a tall, muscular, and handsome black man, just like me in terms of age. We spent the evening getting to know each other and having many drinks. We hit it off immediately, and I really liked him. Later that evening, my husband said he could sense a strong attraction between us. I agreed, and Michael, the handsome black boyfriend, invited us to stay at his house instead of driving back home.
Since it was already midnight, and we were all feeling pretty tired and buzzed from the alcohol, we decided to go to bed. Michael showed us our guest room and bid us goodnight. I was full of energy, though, and couldn't sleep. I woke up around 2 am and, thinking I needed to pee, quietly opened the bedroom door without waking my snoring husband.
As I walked down the hallway, I passed Michael's bedroom, and to my surprise, the door was slightly ajar. I tiptoed past, careful not to disturb him, and headed to the bathroom. As I sat on the toilet, I couldn't help but think about him, how he made me feel at dinner, and what might be hidden beneath his smart clothes. I wished I'd worn a mini skirt - I wanted to experience his big black hand on my smooth skin. His touches during the conversation had sent sparks of intense desire through me. I was extremely aroused, and wished I'd touched his penis underneath the table. Alas, the opportunity for that had passed, and he belonged to my husband's sister, Claire.
As I walked back to the guest room, I admitted to myself that there was no point in hiding how much I liked Michael. I realized that my crush was intense, and probably mutual.
I finished peeing and walked back to the guest room, hoping I hadn't woken anyone.
As I moved past Michael's room, the door opened unexpectedly, causing me to walk right into him. I was startled and covered my mouth to muffle my surprise. Calming down, I took a look at him. His body was dark brown and extremely muscular. He was a handsome man, indeed. He, in turn, looked at me, dressed in my husband's shirt. He could see my thighs and the outline of my breasts, as my nipples stood at attention.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't expect anyone to be wandering around the house at this hour, and you can see, well, I sleep naked."
I was speechless. We stood in silence for a moment, my hand still covering my mouth. Michael then smiled and extended his hand for me to take. Instructionlessly, I slid my hand into his and followed him into his bedroom.
Once inside, we stood at the foot of his bed. It was massive, and I wondered how many women he had been intimate with on that bed. Would I be next? He leaned down to kiss me, our tongues meeting in a passionate embrace.
Michael took off the shirt I was wearing and my panties followed. He eagerly explored my naked body, his large hands fondling my breasts, nipples, and ass. I ran my hands over his muscular chest and back, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. He had a hard, long cock that was pressing against me, becoming even more erect.
"Wow!" I exclaimed, taking a deep breath. His cock felt soft, warm, and thick. I wrapped my hand around it and felt it double in length and thickness.
"I think it likes me," I smiled to myself.
Michael grunted his approval. He was turned on by the fact that my hand, which was wrapped around his cock, masturbating him, had a wedding ring on it. He had fantasized about being with a married woman for a long time and now his dream was coming true.
I was over the moon about the situation as well. This was something I had dreamed of and played out in my mind, but never imagined it would happen for real. There was no way I would put a stop to it, I was determined to see it through to a truly happy ending. My skin tingled with the anticipation of feeling his strong body against mine, and my pussy ached for his cock.
We laid on the bed together in an embrace, Michael on top of me.
"I'm going to fuck you now!" he said under his breath.
"Really?" I responded playfully, spreading my legs wider, allowing him unrestricted access to my most private area, an area I had only shared with my husband. My arms wrapped around Michaels neck, drawing him closer, and once again, we kissed passionately.
I could feel the head of his massive cock pushing at the opening of my very wet pussy. I grasped the shaft and guided it into me. I moaned in total bliss as the muscles in my vagina stretched to accommodate the length and thickness of his incredible black cock. Michael groaned deeply as he slid balls deep, burying his cock in me. Our bodies were covered in a myriad of erotic sensations. I loved the way his cock fit inside me perfectly and the weight of his powerful body resting on me. He loved the sensation of my wet pussy embracing his dick. We were two perfect lovers in every sense of the word.
"This is what it was meant to be," I thought to myself, completely enveloped in this new black man.
"White women really are perfect mates for black men!"
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"Wish my hubby could see me now! He'd be stoked."
Thinking about my partner witnessing me being f*cked by a black gentleman without a condom, aiming to impregnate me, brought on a huge turn-on. I experienced my first orgasm escalating inside me wildly.
I was infused with desire as the rhythm increased. His dignity caressed my pussy, his testicles clashed against my posterior. I responded to every inward movement with an upward push of my own, our pelvises clashing frantically. Saw his arms go around my neck and kissed him deeply.
During the early hours of that morning, he became my black husband and the father to the unborn child we were lovingly creating. Gave myself entirely to him, moaning shamelessly in utter euphoria as each push carried me closer to multiple orgasms.
This was the ultimate transgression for an often reserved white woman, particularly with my conservative family background. Yet there I was, undergoing sexual intercourse with a black man, his magnificent black phallus embedded in my white hubby's pussy, our stunning forms merging together with a black & white mating ceremony. I would bear part of him within me, I became an interracial tramp, a Queen of Spades, a genuine black cock slut. I had become one of the fortunate women in my video clips and pics, the ones I spent hours gazing at, envying.
Never have I practiced any type of birth control, as I appreciated the sheer thrill of pregnancy risk sex. The rapture of Michael wanking load upon load of his thick, life-chromosomal ejection in my fertile uterus, filled my mind as I burst into yet another shattering orgasm.
Prayed silently that his sperm immersed itself deep inside me as I carved my nails into his spine, longing to become fertile by this human being.
Michael was a phenomenal lover, assisting me to attain climax repeatedly. I couldn't stop myself from groaning erotically out loud as he pushed me up the sexual scale.
Between these erotic grunts and sighs, I overheard myself whisper, "Ejaculate within me, Michael my love!"
"Are you confident?" asked Michael in a whisper and amid the potent pulse
"Yes! Ejaculate inside me!" I hissed
Michael evolved his thrusting, leaving me ablaze and folding me into omnipotent orgasms.
It was amongst these lustful breaths and cries that I heard myself utter, "Impregnate me, Michael my love!"
Doubts crossed his mind.
"You sure?" he queried
"Yes! Impregnate!" I onshouted
Michael increased his tempo, drilling me faster and harder, dirty-talking to me and tenaciously seizing me into complete euphoria.
"Married white girl, desires me to ejaculate in her pussy, longing with all her heart to become pregnant by a black man" He growled into my ear
"Yessssss!" I voiced back
"If it's a black kid you crave, this is what you'll have!" grunted Michael
"Oh God yes! YES!" I shrieked
And thus he began cumming. It felt so powerful that he grabbed hold of my shoulders and plunged himself in as deep as he could. He tensed up his toned body and launched his sperm repeatedly, deep into my belly. I, in fact, felt his sperm flood against the walls of my vagina. My womb was erect with reproductive anticipation.
"Aahhh, fuuuck!" he exclaimed
"Ooooohhh!" I shrieked between climaxes. My vaginal walls clenched tightly about his erection, unleashing every last drop of his load.
Michael maintained thrusting deep inside me until he could thrust no more. It was utterly breathtaking, even following such a powerful cum, he stayed engorged.
Crashed on top of me, still panting into my neck. The air in the room smelled of sweat and coitus. Glided my hands lovingly over his muscular back. The color contrast between us was just stunning.
"Oh my gosh!" I said "What have you just done to me? I've never been f*cked like this before!"
"I thought I'd get laid tonight, but never guessed it'd be you! I've been desiring you all night! Totally unexpected, I have to own up. You feel unbelievably satisfying within, so snug." said Mike.
"And what can I admit, I had my sights fixed on you from the get-go." I giggled.
Michael stretched out on his back and his sphere fell from my cunt. A pool of liquefied, gooey white discharge spilled out between my legs and spread onto the bed linen.
I got closer and sprawled next to him, nestled on his wing while he embraced me. I managed my hand over his chest and stomach, and then down to his rod.
"Michael, would you mind if I tried things?" I scenarion.
"Sure! What do you want to perform" he inquired.
"I want to do this" I said as I opened my oral cavity and commenced sucking his dick
I've been anticipating this opportunity since we first met. My mind wandered, picturing myself satisfying you under a restaurant table or in the back of our rented car, even in your very kitchen. "I shared with you.
Pressing my lips against him, I once more allowed his penis to enter my mouth, savouring its unexpected flavour. The scent of our blended juices within his pubic hair was alluring. This time, he climaxed rapidly, covering my breasts, stomach and palms. I snuggled close to him again until he succumbed to sleep. I moved to collect my belongings, headed to the shower, and rejoined my husband in bed with him snoring away. It was 5 a.m.
The following day, we left Michael's residence as everyone was still asleep. We repacked the car and embarked on the seven-hour journey northward. I felt fatigued from my night with Michael. My body was tense, and my breasts were sore, but I smiled to myself as I drifted off in the vehicle, free of guilt and keen to repeat the experience.
My spouse inquired about my well-being. "I'm simply worn out and a bit under the influence," I responded.
"Did you enjoy last night, my love?" he enquired.
I paused briefly before answering, "Yes, I had an incredible time!" "
You and Michael appeared quite at ease together." He commented.
"That's correct," I said, "I truly... truly enjoy his company." "Let's just say, he would've greatly enjoyed having sexual relations with you." He remarked with a smile, "And if he wasn't connected to Claire, I bet you he would've been the ideal candidate to sire your child."
"On that subject," I said, "I believe I need to stop at a service station and acquire a pregnancy test kit. I have a suspicion that I'm pregnant, and it isn't yours..."
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