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I had heard that my wife had dated black men and that she had been sexually active with a lot of other men before we met, but the truth is that it never bothered me at all. I found the idea that my wife was attractive and sexy enough that other men wanted her, and that she enjoyed having sex with them as simply reinforcement of her sexuality and certainly a thrill for someone like me. Joyce was 25 and I was 29 when we got engaged. It was rather quick in that we had only known each other for four months and when I told my friends that we were serious and that I planned on marrying her, they tried in a nice way to warn me that she had been around and had a bad reputation, and a few even tried outright to talk me out of it. A few tried really hard to get me to ask them what they had heard about her, and I know they wanted to tell me about her with black guys, but I just wasn't interested. I had already fallen in love with her, and if anything, maybe I loved her too much...and I still do. It didn't really matter to me that not everyone thought she was the right girl for me because I was convinced that she loved me and I her, and there was no doubt in anyone's mind that she was better looking than any of the other girls I had ever dated. I treated her with the utmost respect and I believe she appreciated it, since a lot of other guys seemed only to be interested in hitting on her and adding another notch to their record of the number of ladies they scored with and me, well I was convinced that she loved me and that marriage would surely change her.

Joyce was 5'6" tall and weighed 148 pounds. Her body was full and solid, with nice 36C cup tits and a 31" waist and a great 38" ass that was round and well shaped and very sexy and it swayed incredibly when she walked. She kept her light brown hair at shoulder length and she definitely turned men's heads wherever we went and I felt great to just be with her.

The very first time we fucked, there was no doubt in my mind that she had been 'had' lots of times already. Her pussy easily became wet and when I went to put my dick inside of her, I was surprised at how big her pussy was and how easily my dick slid inside of her. Joyce knew what she was doing when it came to fucking and she knew way more than I did when it came to sex.

She knew she had a reputation and that I had heard rumors about her, and sometimes, she would even bring it up and then laugh it off and tell me there was nothing to worry about and that she loved me. I thought that our sex life was okay, but often she seemed disappointed with my performance. My dick is pretty small, only about 5 inches when it's hard and I've always been a "quick cummer" and I don't think that I ever brought her to orgasm by the use of my dick. I always tried to make up for my shortcomings, through the use of my tongue during foreplay and I really enjoyed eating her pussy and she seemed to enjoy having me do it, but deep inside, I always felt like I had disappointed her, especially since rumor was that she was very sexually active right up until the time that we had gotten engaged. Despite my troubles in the bedroom, the first couple years of marriage seemed fine. After the first year, Joyce decided that she was bored and wanted to go to work and found a job. Joyce worked as a secretary, and the one complaint I had after she began working was that Joyce never got home from work when I thought she should. She started work at 8 each day which meant that her work should end at 4:30. I also knew a couple of others that worked at the same place and they always seemed to get home by 5, but Joyce never seemed to make it home until around 6:30 or 7. Her excuse was that she had a lot of work and often stayed late to finish and get organized for the next day and I knew that Joyce was the type that was committed and liked to do her best, but still I told her that I wished that she could get home sooner. She also told me that she always stopped at her mother's on the way home to check to make sure she was okay since her mother was widowed at a young age and since our marriage, lived alone now. My mother-in-law, Marcy, was in her late 60's and her house was actually only about a mile from the place that Joyce worked, so I just accepted Joyce's reasons and tried not to mention the fact that she got home so late each day but it still bothered me and I'm sure that it showed.

Chapter 2

After a couple years of being married, our marriage like a lot of others started having some friction and the frequencies of our fighting seemed to increase. One particular bother to me was that Joyce seemed to have become disinterested in sex which made me really frustrated. If she came home from work and I was horny, she'd suggest a hand job to get me off and make me cum and at first, that seemed to be a reasonable compromise but sometimes I wanted more and if I was insistent, she'd simply strip below the waist and lay on the bed and let me eat her. I really loved eating that pussy of hers and she knew it - it was my weak point. Once I got to eating her, I would agree to just about anything, and my little dick would get so hard, that it only took a few pumps of her skilled hand and I would shoot off in no time at all. I always was careful to try and please her and make certain that she had an orgasm and that I brought her pleasure too but in the back of my mind, no matter how much I enjoyed eating her pussy, and her using her hand to get me off, the fact that we never had real sex, bothered me immensely and I knew that it wasn't normal and brought it up to her several times. She just brushed it off and it was apparent to me that she wanted no part of sex and it gave me a terrible guilt complex and a source of friction between us.

Other things were going on in our life as well. My employer was not doing well and salaries were frozen and all overtime was eliminated. I had a bad habit of buying electronic toys and things and the bills were stacking up and the arguments started getting more and more frequent. It all came to a head about 2 ½ years after we were married when one evening, Joyce said that she had decided that it might be better if she would go stay at her mother's for awhile until things settled down and we could figure out where our marriage was going. I was frustrated and angry enough to agree and tell her to go and within a week Joyce had moved most of her clothes and other things to Marcy's house and began staying there.

At first, we pledged that we wanted to work things out and agreed to talk to each other on a regular basis and we did so during the first month or maybe even two. Either Joyce or me would call on the phone and talk, but then after the second month things changed and I noticed that sometimes when I would call, no one would answer or sometimes, Joyce would be somewhat abrupt with me and hang up quickly and then one day, it dawned on me that I was the only one making the calls now and Joyce was never doing the calling. That bugged me, but I continued to call. After a while, I also started noticing that it was her mother answering the phone a lot when I called and she would simply tell me Joyce wasn't home or was busy and tell me that she would have Joyce call me back later. The problem was that Joyce seldom if ever got around to returning my calls and it really pissed me off.

Finally, one day, after Joyce hadn't returned my calls for several days, I decided to take things in hand and confront her. The next evening after work, I drove to Marcy's house, determined to see Joyce in person. When I got there, I was surprised to see that Marcy's car was gone, but there was a strange car in the driveway along with Joyce's car. I was curious and went to the door and found it locked. I walked around the outside and found every door to the house locked and I didn't see any lights on inside. As I walked around the yard I noticed some light coming from the basement windows and knew that Marcy used to have a finished game room in the basement so I decided to see if I could check that out. Laying on the ground, I looked into a rear basement window and my heart froze. There in the basement game room was a large couch with a throw rug on the floor and I saw that Joyce was laying on the couch nude, her legs wide open with a big black guy between her thighs. His hands were on Joyce's waist and her hips were grinding at him as he thrust in and out deeply. Joyce's tits jiggled and her hands were gripping the black guy's forearms and they were staring into each other's eyes. They were fucking, and it looked as if it were a very serious fucking! I watched my wife's belly gyrate and her plump round ass churning on the sofa. I continue to lay there on the ground for what seemed like an hour but I know it was lots less and when I saw the black guy push his lower body forward against Joyce's stomach and I saw her hands go around his back, I was pretty sure that I saw her shoving her pussy hard against him and I realized I was watching a black man shooting his cum in my wife's pussy! He humped at her with his cock and Joyce humped back at his big black cock with her pussy, several times, before they both collapsed on the couch. They kissed and after a few minutes and I saw him withdraw his juice covered cock. That's when I realized that he had been fucking her bareback. Not only was his black cock shining with their combined juices, but as he pulled it out of her gaping pussy, I saw a long string of thick semen that stretched between the dark black cockhead and Joyce's hole. I was stunned! I also realized that my little dick was rock hard and sticking straight out.

Now I knew why my wife was too busy to take my calls or call me back and I realized why she had probably been so abrupt some of the times when we did talk before. I didn't want to believe that she had taken up with the black man I witnessed fucking her and I couldn't be sure if this was something steady or even if her mother, Marcy, knew what was going on when she wasn't home. I was hurt, angry and confused. I got in my car and left quickly, wondering what to do. I will admit it was really hard to think of anything else but what I saw, but in spite of that, I also knew that I loved my wife and wanted her back. I also knew that if I told her what I saw and started bitching and yelling and raising hell with her, that she'd just laugh and tell me that she was staying right where she was and I knew that I didn't want that. As I thought about her, I knew that I really missed that pussy of hers, even if it was just to be able to eat her and not even fuck her. I told myself that I could live with that and with what I had seen, but I also needed to be able to confirm exactly what was happening. Was the black man I saw her with her boyfriend as well as her lover now? Did she love him? Why was he fucking her bareback? Did she start taking birth control pills now? (She never used to be able to take them or so she told me when she made me always use rubbers) I needed more information and a confirmation on things. When I called her that night I was very surprised when Joyce took my call and was so friendly. The way she talked and acted it was as if nothing had happened and it was all in my imagination. I went to bed with a raging hard-on and jerked off thinking about what I had witnessed and I couldn't get the picture of her and the black guy fucking and the fact that she let him shoot his cum inside of her.

Chapter 3

The next evening, I was back at Marcy's house again. When I got there, the first thing I noticed was that Marcy's car was gone again and a different car from yesterday's was parked there along side of Joyce's. Once again I went through my ritual of looking into the basement window and was rewarded with the image of Joyce on her hands and knees with a different black guy kneeling behind her. Joyce's sexy ass was up in the air and rotating while the black guy fucked into her deeply, doggie style and from behind. Joyce's head was arched back, eyes closed and her tits swayed under her with each thrust from the big black cock. Again, I watched as this black guy tensed up, grab Joyce around the waist and pulled her asscheeks tight against him and shoved in as deep as he could and shot his cum load in my wife' pussy. All the while, I watched as Joyce was grinding back on his big black cock and tossing her head from side to side. When the black guy finally pulled his cock out, he was without a condom, and I could not only see their juices on his cock, but I could also see his semen thick and gooey around Joyce's flared pussy lips. There was a huge gap where her tight pussy used to be.

This was driving me crazy. I had to question if I could really accept all this. More questions.....How many other men was she seeing? Were they all black? I decided I had to get to the bottom of all this for my own sanity and I put my plan together. It took me a week to get a copy of the key to Marcy's front door. I had to go through the dramatics of pretending to pay a visit to see Joyce, while I knew she was at work and I had to do it when Marcy was home. I made small talk to her as we sat in the living room, and all the while Marcy just sat there smoking one cigarette after another. I think she was nervous to be there alone with me. I tried to act as if nothing was wrong and excused myself to go to the bathroom, and grabbing the key from Marcy's own key ring that hung on the wall in the kitchen, take it down the road to the hardware store to get a copy and then stop back at Marcy's under the guise that I lost my pocket knife and wanted to make sure I didn't lose it at her house and manage to get the key back, all before Marcy was the wiser. I darn near crapped my pants, I was so nervous. Joyce's Mom was attractive in her younger days and has pretty big tits that she likes to show off, but her drinking and smoking had left Marcy's face lined and old looking and I'm sure the fact that she was widowed young and had to work and raise Joyce, didn't help. When we talked about Joyce, she seemed genuinely happy to have the company but she also said that she didn't approve of a husband and wife living apart and said that she hoped we would get back together. She never said a word about her daughter seeing other men, black men, and so I really was never sure that she knew, after all, every time I came over and caught Joyce with another man, Marcy's car was gone.

Once I had it, I was anxious to use the new key but I knew that I had to bide my time. While I drove by and saw the same two strange cars in the driveway on separate days and Marcy's car gone, I didn't stop and do my usual get on the ground to peek through the window bit. The next week, I was ready to hatch my plan and I returned to Marcy's house at the same time as before and sure enough, Joyce's car was there and Marcy's was not. And another strange car was in the driveway. I was trembling when I unlocked the front door. I was familiar with the house and knew that getting to the basement was not hard. The door to the basement was in the kitchen and the stairs went down and made a 180 degree turn, but just at the top of the lower landing at that turn was a huge mirror. I figured that if I was lucky, I would be able to almost sit on the top steps at the door in the kitchen and see right into the basement using the mirror.

As soon as I got to the door, the first thing that hit me was the smell of raw passionate sex and I felt my little dick harden. I could hear Joyce's ragged breathing and by the time I was on the top steps and able to look into the mirror's reflection there was no doubt that Joyce had completely reverted to her younger slut days of being an easy lay. This tie she was on her back on the throw rug, legs spread wide and pulled back and a very athletic looking black guy was kneeling between her thighs, rhythmically thrusting his big black cock in and out of her. I looked hard and I could see his heavy black balls nudged at Joyce's ass crack while a stream of pussy juice flowed from around her stuffed cunt hole and made a glistening line down between her legs and into her ass crack. Joyce's pussy lips were stretched out around the surface of a very thick and long black cock that was pumping her pussy. She had her arms d****d over the black's shoulders matching his rhythm with her own.

I was rubbing my dick now, jacking off as I heard the deep voice of the black man saying "You love big black nigger cocks fucking that married white pussy of yours and filling it full of nigger cum, don't you Joyce?,"

I heard Joyce's voice as she moaned and said "Mmmm......, oh.....yes," in a dreamy voice. "I love big black nigger cocks in me. They feel like they belong there, like my pussy wants...no.....needs big black nigger cock and cum in it all the time." she added.

The black guy fucking Joyce shoved his cock in her harder and was speeding up as he said "That's good Joyce.....that's real good! You just keep this married white pussy available for all the brothers to fuck, baby, and you'll get all the big black nigger cock and cum that you can take in there" he said.

My wife just groaned and humped her pussy harder on his cock. I was jacking off big time now.

The black guy spoke again. "You gonna let me shoot all my thick nigger cum in you Joyce?" he asked.

I heard my wife whimper and nod and then heard her say "Oh yes......any time you want," she hissed. "I love taking hot thick nigger cum in me!" As she said that, she brought her legs up and wrapped them around his waist and said "Come on, fuck me and give me that nigger cum!," she seemed to be pleading. "Please.....please fuck me good and fill my cunt up with your nigger cum!"

There was a slight pause filled with that wet sticky sound of cock fucking pussy harder and faster, and then I saw the black guy run his hands over Joyce's body and then he stopped and froze for a second before saying "You gonna have a baby, that pussy is knocked up, isn't it?" he asked.

I went numb. I didn't know if he was asking a question or not but then I heard my wife groan and say "Ohhhhhhhhhh.....yes......I am........I am.......," she drew out the words and then said it "I'm pregnant."

It felt like ice water had just ran down my back. The strange thing was that my dick still stayed hard and I continued to jack off

"Mmmm, that be good Joyce" the black guy fucking her seemed to like the confirmation. "I hope that baby in your married white belly is black, isn't it?"

I heard the sound of more fast and wet fucking and then I heard Joyce's voice again as she said "Yep.........I got a black baby in me," Joyce hissed. "All black. This pussy has only been for big black nigger cock and cum for several months now." Her arms went around him and the intensity of the fucking grew hotter and I heard her saying "Come on....give me your baby juice," Joyce hissed. "Add your thick nigger cum to the mix!"

I could see both of them tense up and I heard Joyce's familiar voice moan and say "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh,....yes.......yes.............yes!" Joyce's eyes squeezed shut and I watched her body tremble and I knew she was having an orgasm. Then I saw the black man tense and knew that his sperm was rocketing deep into my wife's pussy. It took them about 10 minutes to calm down and when Joyce's legs dropped down, I saw the black man between them slowly pull his big black cock out. It was huge and covered with cum juices and it was apparent that he had filled her pussy pretty full. I was shocked! My wife's pussy lips hung open, and were swollen and dark and I could see a huge inner pink hole. When I looked closer, I could see a thick wad of sperm slowly eking up and out. Her pussy hair was wet and matted and glued to her inner thighs and as they lay together Joyce and her lover both fingered her hole, like they were both trying to push the semen deeper into her. My own little dick shot my cum in my pants right then! I was ashamed of what had just happened but I couldn't help myself. I was a wreck and had a very hard time controlling myself and not charging downstairs right then and there but I finally got control and was able to cautiously ease back up off of the steps and exit the house that day and I didn't go back after that and just assumed that it was over.

Chapter 4

It was Joyce who finally made the effort to contact me. We'd been living apart for almost 7 months and we had only spoken twice in the past 3 months after my spying episode and when we did, the conversations were very short and to the point. She needed my signature to renew the automobile license on her car since it was in both of our names and I told her to just send it to me and the other time was when she just called to ask how I was doing. Both times I was responsive but standoffish to her and I know that she knew something was wrong between us because I wasn't my old loving self to her. This time when she called, Joyce sounded very down, and spoke quietly, but coy and said that we needed to talk and suggested we meet face to face and volunteered to come to the house. I was hesitant at first but she sounded desperate and said it was important and I agreed. I still tried to be cold to her, but the truth is that it didn't seem to bother Joyce, and before she hung up, she almost giggled when she told me she couldn't wait to see me the next day as we had agreed. It was as if she knew she could get to me anytime she wanted. I don't know why to this day I did it, but I left the front door to the house open with a note saying that I would be waiting for Joyce up in the bedroom. I now think that I was hoping deep inside that something would happen between us and it did. Joyce arrived pretty much on time, and I heard her come in the front door and start to come up the steps. My heart was pounding. I wasn't sure what to expect or what I might see because the last time I saw her was when she told her black lover that she was indeed pregnant with a black baby. I was so nervous and realized that the only reason I could possibly feel this way was because deep down inside of me that I still loved her!

When Joyce walked into the bedroom I'm sure that my mouth dropped open and I could only stare. She was definitely pregnant, her swollen belly was big and round and her tits had become fuller and heavy with mild and they were resting lazily atop her pregnant stomach. She hadn't worn a bra and I could see that her nipples were dark and pushing out through the gauzy top she wore. Without a word Joyce smiled at me and sat down on the edge of the bed and said, "well, I guess you can see I'm pregnant Barry," she said. I nodded.

I was surprised when Joyce unbuttoned her top and took it off. Her heavy tits jiggled with the effort and my mouth went dry. "Feel them," she said, taking my hands and placing them on her breasts. Both tits were full and firm and bigger than when I had last touched them. "Feel them good," she said and I fondled both udders, the skin was so smooth and the nipples were already distended and ready for sucking. Joyce kept staring at my eyes, looking at me and studying me before she stood up. She unbuttoned the maternity slacks she'd worn and let them slide down her thighs. She pushed her panties down and stood in front of me, completely nude and pregnant. Her bush had been shaved completely off and her mound was partially hidden by the slope of her big belly. She parted her full thighs and I could see her pussy lips. They were distended and hanging down between her legs and her hole was huge and open. "Feel it," she told me, taking my hand and placing it on her pussy. Although stretched and distended, the lips were soft and thick and her pussy felt good. "You like it and you know it, isn't that right Barry?" she said in a heavy whisper.

My mouth was dry and when I went to open it, nothing seemed to come out, and so I had to just nod. "I'm gonna have a black baby Barry," Joyce said softly, reaching for my zipper and opening my pants before taking out my dick. "But you already know that, don't you? I saw you that day at the top of the steps watching me get fucked and filled with all that nigger cum and I saw the way your little dick got so hard and the way you jacked it off while watching. I knew when you didn't come down and try to stop things that you liked what you saw and that you wanted me to continue. I have always loved black cock," she said. "I lost my cherry to a black boy and had several black lovers all through high school and college and even after I graduated and was working. Then I met you and I feel madly in love with you and I honestly thought when we got married I could stop." She smiled and pumped my dick. "But after my disappointment with sex with you during our first few years of marriage, I knew that I couldn't do without it and I had to have it." My hands were moving over her big swollen belly, rubbing it, feeling it and knowing a black skinned baby was growing inside. "Who's the father," I managed to ask.

Joyce just giggled and shrugged. "I really don't know," she confessed. "I have fucked so many different black guys since I left you and have taken so much nigger cum in me that I just really don't know." She winked at me. "All I know is the baby is going to be black for sure. I would never cheat on your with any other white guy, ever! I love you too much to ever do that to you, but I just can't help myself with black men. They're just so good at sex and they have such big black cocks" she told me. She patted her belly and then slid her hand down below it. "Look at my big cunt Barry," she said. Her thighs were apart and I stared at the big stretched open hole between her legs. It was big and open and wet. "You still love my cunt, don't you Barry?" she asked. Her hand expertly pumped away at my dick. " Yesssssss, yes I do" I confessed.

Joyce moved slowly and it took some effort, but she got up on the bed. "Lay back," she said softly. I did as she said and lay back and watched as she brought one thigh up and over my face as she straddled me. She was looking right in my eyes again, staring deep into my soul when she asked "You want to eat my big stretched out cunt, don't you Barry?" "I moaned.......and then said "Ohhhhh...yes......yes," I managed to get out.

Joyce slowly lowered that big cunt hole down onto my mouth. "You want to get back together again, don't you Barry? I know that you miss this pussy, and you want to be able to eat it all the time, isn't that right?" she wanted to know.

"Mmm hmm," was all I could reply, my mouth full of pussy. There was a different taste than I remembered and I stopped sucking and moved my mouth back away for a moment. "Keep going! Eat it Barry," Joyce said. "What you're tasting is cum. It's a black man's thick nigger cum and I want you to eat it and get used to the taste. I love you Barry and I want us to get back together but if we do, I'm going to want you eating lots of nigger cum out of me all the time from now on. I realize that I really love you but I can't live without taking big black cock and lots of nigger cum in my pussy all the time, but I don't think that will be a problem for you because I think that you know you love me and you' want to get back together so you'll do it, isn't that right Barry? You do want that too, don't you?"

I moaned and nodded and began gently sucking again, feeling warm sperm flowing over my tongue.

"That's my first condition if you really want to get back together," Joyce told me, squeezing my dick. "If we get back together you have to agree that I get to keep on fucking nigger cock and taking their cum in my cunt and you'll eat it out for me all the time, right?" she asked.

I nodded my agreement again and she continued. "And you should know that I am probably going to get pregnant again. I only want blacks fucking me and I need to feel their cum shooting deep inside of me and I refuse to use any form of birth control." she told me. "Is that okay with you?"

I couldn't believe how mushy and full of semen that her cunt was as I was eating it. I wondered how many loads she had taken before she came to see me and which black man it was? Was it one of the ones I had seen her with or was it a different one? She asked again if I was okay with her only fucking blacks and I told her again that I would be okay with that.

"I'm so happy and that's so good, honey! Now stick your tongue in me real deep, honey," Joyce urged. "I want you to taste all that nigger cum in me and lick it all up. You know your wife is a black cock whore now and I want you to eat all that hot thick cum out of me because I took three loads in me today, just for you so come on Barry, suck all of it out and swallow it! You know that you want to do it so just accept it and make me so proud and happy. I love you so much honey and I can't wait to move back in here so we can be together like this every day, with my well fucked and cum filled pussy right on top of your mouth like it is right now with you sucking and licking all that nasty nigger cum out of me!"

I remember bucking my dick up against Joyce's hand and squirting out a long spurt of cum as she giggled and said "hardly enough to fill a thimble Barry! Sure not like the big loads that black men shoot, but you know that too by how much you're eating out of me, but that's okay. I'll continue to jack your little dick off while you eat the nigger cum out of me from now on and I might even convince some of them to let you watch and then clean up afterwards in front of them. I think you'd like that too, wouldn't you Barry? she asked. I felt my face redden and my mouth was still filled with her pussy and the nigger cum that I was sucking out of her, so I just tried to moan UHHHHHHHHH huh!

She got this big smile on her face and I could tell that she was genuinely pleased!

And that was just the way that it was from then on. Joyce moved back home the next day and began fucking her black lovers in our marital bed that same day and every day afterwards, right up until the day her water broke and I took her to the hospital to deliver the baby. It was a girl and it was black as coal and I could tell that the doctor and the nurses didn't know what to say to me. We took the baby home a day later and within three weeks, Joyce was again fucking black men in our bed. Joyce has had two more black babies since the first, and both of them were boys, again dark and with large cocks right at birth so there is no doubt that they even take after their Dads in that department.

Joyce and I are still together and I guess that pretty much proves that I've accepted it, all of it. I've gotten to watch them plenty of times after I put the babies to sleep and of course, Joyce has made sure that I clean the cum off of her lover's big black cocks and her well fucked pussy and she has even made me suck her lovers cocks and get them hard for her on some occasions too so as you can see, I really have accepted it but I love her deeply and know that she also loves me too!