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BLACK PREGNANT WIFE (revised by jeepster)
AUTHER:UNKNOWN
What I'm about to tell you is absolutely true. My name is Helen and my husbands name is Paul, and we have been married for nine years.Lately we had been arguing a lot over the fact that I was having no luck getting pregnant again although we had been at it like rabbits for months. I have been charting my cyles every month now for more than a year and kept a nightstand calendar in our bedroom with my most fertile days circled in red with my predicted ovulation day with a red X through it as well.
Usually a day into my fertile week I would seduce my hubby with anything that came to mind. I had to sometimes act real slutty and masturbate in front of him with sex toys,my favorite being the 12" long squirting black dildo we bought at a porn store a few towns away one summer. I would tease hubby without mercy until he was almost ready to cum from wanking his average sized cock. That would lead to about a dozen hard strokes before he exploded deep inside my dripping wet pussy! Those weeks were like heaven as I encouraged him to breed me deep and similar themes.
During my non fertile weeks,when he was randy, I would make him cum by jerking him off into a condom or a glass,then store his sperm in the freezer to use over again during my fertile times in some inventive ways!
My favorite way was to wait until I had accumulated around 15 to 20 loads of sperm stored in a large medical grade syringe,then allow it to become room temperature before warming it further to body temperature. Then I would take all the items needed and lay in bed naked. I would start to masturbate slowly teasing hubby until I approached my first orgasm with "Blacky" my black squirting dildo. Then I would connect the filled syringe to the clear plastic connector on the dildo,all the while talking nasty to hubby about getting a black cock to breed me like a proper slut before pressing the business end of the syringe as hubby watched all that sperm flood my pussy deeper than hubby could ever get. Then after all that cum was still in me hubby would get sloppy sconds to fifteenths or twentieths? It didn't matter because by this point hubby would come as soon as he sank his cock in me!
Even with all these slut rituals nothing was working. I was at the point of fantasizing about more drastic measures,although I could never bring myself to go behing hubby's back and cheat on other men. I had a very low level of self esteem anyway and was just happy that at least hubby wasn't giving up on me. Well,not yet anyway!
Let me first say that I already had two c***dren from earlier in our marriage and I loved my husband dearly, however I was getting frustrated by our lack of success and we were beginning to argue more and more, this one fatal evening being no exception. I can't remember what started the argument but things were said and I ended up storming out of the house without any thought of where I was going or what I was doing.
Anyhow as it was a fine summers evening I walked and walked until I ended up in the town centre, just simply looking in shop windows at all the latest fashions to cheer myself up. I soon calmed down and decided to make my way back home, it was at this point that things started to happen that were to change my life, perhaps forever. As in most towns nowadays you always get a collection of loud unruly youths hanging around being generally objectionable, and our town was no exception.
As I began to walk past these thugs who all seemed to be Black, I was met by some very coarse and crude comments, you know the sort of thing 'great tits, nice ass bitch, etc'. I would normally have ignored such remarks but probably because of my earlier temper I angrily shouted back to these tugs who were I guessed in their late teens or early twenties and demanded an apology for such remarks. A tall and not very nice looking scruffty thug pushed his way to the front of the group who had now gathered quite menacingly around me. Whats the matter slut? He said arrogantly, do you want me to play with your tits? My face coloured and I said angrily that he wouldn't dare.
Before I knew what was happening his hand had reached out, deftly undoing the top three buttons of my light summer dress, at the same time managing to slip his fingers inside my bra, he was now actively squeezing my nipple. I brought my arm up instinctively to push him away, but as I did so one of the other lads put his hand up my skirt, pulled my skimpy panties to one side and slid at least two fingers deep inside me. I gasped and my knees started to buckle, another of the youths had now moved in and slid another finger inside me along with that of his mates, he laughed saying out loud 'the sluts ready for it, she's well juiced up'. He was right I was, here was I a thirty-two year old married woman, a mother of two c***dren, being groped and abused in broad daylight by a large group of Black youths, and instead of shouting for help I had never felt so sexually aroused.
The ugly thug who had first approached me,who I later learned was called Jamal said that I was a wanton bitch who needed a good fucking, I said nothing but mearly nodded my head. I had never been spoken to in such a manner before, but the more he spoke dirty to me the more aroused I was becoming. My mind was in a whirl as the group led me along an alley to what led to a boarded up property next to some overun trash laden ground. I was quickly shoved inside and led into a filthy and squalid downstairs room devoid of furniture except for a dirty old mattress on the floor.
The atmosphere was now electric as the Black thugs formed a close circle around me,I counted 12 guys in all as more were coming in behind the group who originally pushed me in the house, I was shaking not with fear but with excitement as Jamal came up to me, quickly removing my dress followed by my bra and panties. As soon as this was done the comments became ever more crude and I was pushed down on the mattress under a groping sea of hands and I orgasmed very quickly.
Then I looked up and saw that Jamal had removed his pants and was now stood over me, his large black cock was hard and erect,already dripping wet with precum. Lust was now coursing through my body as I looked right into his eyes and begged him to fuck me. He told me to kneel up doggy style so he could fuck me like the slut that I was, I did as I was ordered. My cunt was lubricating freely as I felt the tip of his manhood enter me for the first time, then I suddenly tensed as I realised that he wasn't using anything. Whats the matter he asked? I replied that I wasn't on the pill and was at the worst tme of the month for taking them bareback.
Listen you slut, we going to fuck you and we going to come inside you, and then all the rest of my homies here are going to do the same O.K? I was so far gone by this time that I just didn't care anymore and I wanted to urge them that they could all do whatever they wanted to me,just so they came in my fertile pussy. I knew what was going to happen to me and I was determined to enjoy it,because in a way,this was my excuse to blame whatever happens to me in the future on this group of black bastard thugs!
Jamal then plunged his dick deep inside me and I orgasmed for the second time, two of the others grabbed a tit each and yet another shoved his dick inside my mouth. Jamal was driving his cock all the way to my cervix,stroking me with a purpose. I knew that these thugs would be filling me with potent seed that my hubby could no longer produce. It wasn't long before I felt Jamal speed up then his body tensed as I felt the first spurts of his virile seed flooding my womb and I orgasmed again, all fears of an unwanted pregnancy long since gone. I counted at least 13 spasms as my cunt muscles milked his spend to get every drop into my opened cervix.
As Jamal climbed off me he was quickly replaced by one of the others, and so it began, I was fucked by each one of the others in turn, some of them twice, all of them came inside me and my pussy was a flooded,spermy mess. After they had all finished with me Jamal pulled me to my feet and gave me my dress, I asked for my underwear but he said that the homies would keep it as a souvenir. I asked if anyone had a tissue so I could wipe myself, but Jamal told me that a slut like me should walk home with all their spunk inside me. This sort of talk instead of upsetting me only heightened my sexual arousal and Jamal sensed this fact, so it was that I put on my dress and set off to walk back home.
What a sight I must have looked, my hair all messed up and matted with spunk, two buttons had popped off my dress which meant my tits were on almost open display, and streams of spunk were now making their way down my thighs and down the backs of my legs. I couldn't believe how aroused this made me. I loved the feeling of being a slut wife,eagerly spreading my legs to be inseminated,impregnated by these thugs,even if they had disease. I didn't care!
When I got back home I was relieved to find my husband had gone to bed, so I quietly crept into the bathroom put my heavily soiled dress in the washing basket and got in the shower. I was shocked when I examined myself, as my body was covered in small bruises and I had a number of love-bites on my tits, I would have to be careful that hubby didn't see me naked for a few weeks. As my mind raced through the events of the evening I found myself becoming aroused yet again and had to finger myself whilst finishing off my shower, something I hadn't done since I was a teenager, my body shuddered to a climax as I thought about Jamal. After that I quickly got dried and crept into bed wondering how I was going to face my husband in the morning.
I lay awake for quite a while going over the events of the past few hours, what had made me behave in such a manner, and would I now be saddled with a pregnancy. I would never be able to lie to my husband if I was pregnant as all the thugs were Black. I made my mind up to go to the doctors later that day for the morning after pill, and with that determined, I drifted off to sleep.
Next morning I was up bright and early and got dressed before my husband had chance to see the state of my body. Nothing was mentioned about our argument of the previous evening and after my hubby had left for work I got the k**s off on the school run. After dropping the k**s off at school I made my way back home as I thought I would make myself look presentable before going to the doctors. However, as I turned onto our avenue I could see two figures in our driveway. As I got nearer I froze in horror, the people im my drive were non other than Jamal and his friend Mustafa, I had forgot that I had foolishly told Jamal where I lived.
My stomach churned as I approached them, a mixture of fear and excitement, I asked them what the hell they were doing in my driveway. Jamal laughed and said he had come to see his slut. I had decided that the events of last night were a one off and nothing like that would ever happen again. Not wanting to be seen by the neighbours I thought I better get these bastards inside whilst I explained this to them.
However no sooner had I shut the front door than Mustafa shoved me against the wall in the hallway and thrust his hand up my skirt, I tried to push him away but the feelings I had experienced last night returned with a vengeance. I opened my legs wide as he pulled my panties to one side and before I knew what was happening he was fucking me in my own hallway against the wall. My pussy knew was happening as I felt myself dripping wet with desire. As he thrust ito me wildly,I thrust back at him trying to get his black cock as deep in as I could. I groaned as I orgasmed strongly and it wasn't long before I felt him tense and shoot squirt after squirt of his seed deep inside me.
amal just smiled after Mustafa had finished with me, I think he knew at this point that I was totally under their control, a fact that I had now acknowledged to myself. Jamal informed me that we were going out but first I needed to change into something that befitted my status as a whore. I replied in a lusty voice that I wasn't any whore I was their whore. Mustafa went to my wardrobe and chose a tiny flared mini skirt that I hadn't worn since my teen days, to add to this was chosen a very tight white tee-shirt, a G-string and no bra, plus a pair of my highest heeled shoes.
Just seeing myself dressed like this turned me on and I badly wanted Jamal to fuck me, but he said we were going out but would not tell me where. As we walked towards my car I was conscious of how I looked and hoped no-one else on the avenue could see me. As I drove towards town Jamal gave me directions, eventually telling me to stop outside a taxi business which I was told belonged to one of Mustafas relations. Jamal leaned across and played with my tits which made me groan with lust, he then asked me if I would do anything he wanted, and I nodded. Good he said, then I want you to go inside the taxi shop and have sex with the guy at the counter. I was horrified by the suggestion and said that anything like that was completely out of the question, and yet at the same time the wetness of my cunt was telling me a different story and I knew then that I would do as they asked.
Jamal said I wasn't to argue and I slowly nodded my agreement, I got out of the car and went inside the shop not knowing how to approach the situation or what on earth I would say. The man behind the counter looked me up and down as I walked in, his eyes burning into my braless tits as they jiggled up and down mentally undressing me, he was a huge black guy not very attractive and probably in his late thirties.
He asked me where I wanted to go, I blurted out that I didn't require to go anywhere, but that I had always liked Black men and I liked him. The man was speechless and I felt embarrassed, I could not believe what I was doing, here I was a young married mother of two offering myself for sex with a total stranger, and yet the sordidness of the situation was making me terribly aroused.
By now the man had regained his composure and was openly leering at me, he moved to lock the shop door and beckoned me into a back room which I took to be a rest room for the drivers. The room was rather grubby, the only furniture being a settee and one easy-chair, the walls were plastered with girlie pictures. Of course there was also a few dirty mattresses laying around as well.
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he man now started undressing me, I made no effort to stop him as he quickly shoved me down onto the dirty mattress,spread my legs wide and entered me, I orgasmed almost immediately my senses reeling. I had entered these premises less than ten minutes ago and here I was having sex with a man whose name I didn't even know. Just then something made me look up, six other men had entered the room and I could see from the badges they were wearing that they were taxi drivers, again all were Black. One was in his thirties and not bad looking, but the other guys were much younger.
I made no attempt to cover myself up but instead spurred my lover on as the other men watched. I felt him speed up and then his dick twitched as yet another stream of spunk flooded my unprotected womb. As the first man climbed off me I wantonly beckoned one of the other men who had been watching to take me, one of the younger guys took me next, although he didn't last very long. Next came one of the others, he smelt strongly of body odor which instead of turning me off had quite the opposite effect and as he came inside me I begged him to give me a baby, after he climbed off me he turned me round on all fours and proceeded to fuck me again with his huge black cock. I thought I was going to be split in two as his cock sank deeper and deeper inside me but I took his cock with embarrassing ease and I lost count of the times I orgasmed. One of the guys had produced a camera from somewhere and was taking pictures of me in every disgusting way possible which I actively encouraged, they told me they were going to put them on the wall.
I later got dressed and triumphantly rejoined Jamal and Mustafa back in my car, relating to them the details of what I had been up to, which met with their approval. Over the next five or six weeks I was fucked almost on a daily basis by Jamal and his friends and also by all of the taxi drivers down at the shop, and my husband suspected nothing.
However the inevitable happened, I missed my next two periods, yes I was well and truly pregnant and I had to tell Paul the truth. I had fully expected him to throw me out on the street. He listened in shocked silence to my revelations, but then to my joy and amazement he said he understood that people had different needs and that he would stand by me.
I confessed to him that I wasn't sure if I would be able to stop what I was doing with other men and perhaps it would be better if I left, but he told me that so long as I was honest and open about what I was doing then it would be acceptable to him for me to continue.
What a husband!
The End.....or the beginning?
AUTHER:UNKNOWN
What I'm about to tell you is absolutely true. My name is Helen and my husbands name is Paul, and we have been married for nine years.Lately we had been arguing a lot over the fact that I was having no luck getting pregnant again although we had been at it like rabbits for months. I have been charting my cyles every month now for more than a year and kept a nightstand calendar in our bedroom with my most fertile days circled in red with my predicted ovulation day with a red X through it as well.
Usually a day into my fertile week I would seduce my hubby with anything that came to mind. I had to sometimes act real slutty and masturbate in front of him with sex toys,my favorite being the 12" long squirting black dildo we bought at a porn store a few towns away one summer. I would tease hubby without mercy until he was almost ready to cum from wanking his average sized cock. That would lead to about a dozen hard strokes before he exploded deep inside my dripping wet pussy! Those weeks were like heaven as I encouraged him to breed me deep and similar themes.
During my non fertile weeks,when he was randy, I would make him cum by jerking him off into a condom or a glass,then store his sperm in the freezer to use over again during my fertile times in some inventive ways!
My favorite way was to wait until I had accumulated around 15 to 20 loads of sperm stored in a large medical grade syringe,then allow it to become room temperature before warming it further to body temperature. Then I would take all the items needed and lay in bed naked. I would start to masturbate slowly teasing hubby until I approached my first orgasm with "Blacky" my black squirting dildo. Then I would connect the filled syringe to the clear plastic connector on the dildo,all the while talking nasty to hubby about getting a black cock to breed me like a proper slut before pressing the business end of the syringe as hubby watched all that sperm flood my pussy deeper than hubby could ever get. Then after all that cum was still in me hubby would get sloppy sconds to fifteenths or twentieths? It didn't matter because by this point hubby would come as soon as he sank his cock in me!
Even with all these slut rituals nothing was working. I was at the point of fantasizing about more drastic measures,although I could never bring myself to go behing hubby's back and cheat on other men. I had a very low level of self esteem anyway and was just happy that at least hubby wasn't giving up on me. Well,not yet anyway!
Let me first say that I already had two c***dren from earlier in our marriage and I loved my husband dearly, however I was getting frustrated by our lack of success and we were beginning to argue more and more, this one fatal evening being no exception. I can't remember what started the argument but things were said and I ended up storming out of the house without any thought of where I was going or what I was doing.
Anyhow as it was a fine summers evening I walked and walked until I ended up in the town centre, just simply looking in shop windows at all the latest fashions to cheer myself up. I soon calmed down and decided to make my way back home, it was at this point that things started to happen that were to change my life, perhaps forever. As in most towns nowadays you always get a collection of loud unruly youths hanging around being generally objectionable, and our town was no exception.
As I began to walk past these thugs who all seemed to be Black, I was met by some very coarse and crude comments, you know the sort of thing 'great tits, nice ass bitch, etc'. I would normally have ignored such remarks but probably because of my earlier temper I angrily shouted back to these tugs who were I guessed in their late teens or early twenties and demanded an apology for such remarks. A tall and not very nice looking scruffty thug pushed his way to the front of the group who had now gathered quite menacingly around me. Whats the matter slut? He said arrogantly, do you want me to play with your tits? My face coloured and I said angrily that he wouldn't dare.
Before I knew what was happening his hand had reached out, deftly undoing the top three buttons of my light summer dress, at the same time managing to slip his fingers inside my bra, he was now actively squeezing my nipple. I brought my arm up instinctively to push him away, but as I did so one of the other lads put his hand up my skirt, pulled my skimpy panties to one side and slid at least two fingers deep inside me. I gasped and my knees started to buckle, another of the youths had now moved in and slid another finger inside me along with that of his mates, he laughed saying out loud 'the sluts ready for it, she's well juiced up'. He was right I was, here was I a thirty-two year old married woman, a mother of two c***dren, being groped and abused in broad daylight by a large group of Black youths, and instead of shouting for help I had never felt so sexually aroused.
The ugly thug who had first approached me,who I later learned was called Jamal said that I was a wanton bitch who needed a good fucking, I said nothing but mearly nodded my head. I had never been spoken to in such a manner before, but the more he spoke dirty to me the more aroused I was becoming. My mind was in a whirl as the group led me along an alley to what led to a boarded up property next to some overun trash laden ground. I was quickly shoved inside and led into a filthy and squalid downstairs room devoid of furniture except for a dirty old mattress on the floor.
The atmosphere was now electric as the Black thugs formed a close circle around me,I counted 12 guys in all as more were coming in behind the group who originally pushed me in the house, I was shaking not with fear but with excitement as Jamal came up to me, quickly removing my dress followed by my bra and panties. As soon as this was done the comments became ever more crude and I was pushed down on the mattress under a groping sea of hands and I orgasmed very quickly.
Then I looked up and saw that Jamal had removed his pants and was now stood over me, his large black cock was hard and erect,already dripping wet with precum. Lust was now coursing through my body as I looked right into his eyes and begged him to fuck me. He told me to kneel up doggy style so he could fuck me like the slut that I was, I did as I was ordered. My cunt was lubricating freely as I felt the tip of his manhood enter me for the first time, then I suddenly tensed as I realised that he wasn't using anything. Whats the matter he asked? I replied that I wasn't on the pill and was at the worst tme of the month for taking them bareback.
Listen you slut, we going to fuck you and we going to come inside you, and then all the rest of my homies here are going to do the same O.K? I was so far gone by this time that I just didn't care anymore and I wanted to urge them that they could all do whatever they wanted to me,just so they came in my fertile pussy. I knew what was going to happen to me and I was determined to enjoy it,because in a way,this was my excuse to blame whatever happens to me in the future on this group of black bastard thugs!
Jamal then plunged his dick deep inside me and I orgasmed for the second time, two of the others grabbed a tit each and yet another shoved his dick inside my mouth. Jamal was driving his cock all the way to my cervix,stroking me with a purpose. I knew that these thugs would be filling me with potent seed that my hubby could no longer produce. It wasn't long before I felt Jamal speed up then his body tensed as I felt the first spurts of his virile seed flooding my womb and I orgasmed again, all fears of an unwanted pregnancy long since gone. I counted at least 13 spasms as my cunt muscles milked his spend to get every drop into my opened cervix.
As Jamal climbed off me he was quickly replaced by one of the others, and so it began, I was fucked by each one of the others in turn, some of them twice, all of them came inside me and my pussy was a flooded,spermy mess. After they had all finished with me Jamal pulled me to my feet and gave me my dress, I asked for my underwear but he said that the homies would keep it as a souvenir. I asked if anyone had a tissue so I could wipe myself, but Jamal told me that a slut like me should walk home with all their spunk inside me. This sort of talk instead of upsetting me only heightened my sexual arousal and Jamal sensed this fact, so it was that I put on my dress and set off to walk back home.
What a sight I must have looked, my hair all messed up and matted with spunk, two buttons had popped off my dress which meant my tits were on almost open display, and streams of spunk were now making their way down my thighs and down the backs of my legs. I couldn't believe how aroused this made me. I loved the feeling of being a slut wife,eagerly spreading my legs to be inseminated,impregnated by these thugs,even if they had disease. I didn't care!
When I got back home I was relieved to find my husband had gone to bed, so I quietly crept into the bathroom put my heavily soiled dress in the washing basket and got in the shower. I was shocked when I examined myself, as my body was covered in small bruises and I had a number of love-bites on my tits, I would have to be careful that hubby didn't see me naked for a few weeks. As my mind raced through the events of the evening I found myself becoming aroused yet again and had to finger myself whilst finishing off my shower, something I hadn't done since I was a teenager, my body shuddered to a climax as I thought about Jamal. After that I quickly got dried and crept into bed wondering how I was going to face my husband in the morning.
I lay awake for quite a while going over the events of the past few hours, what had made me behave in such a manner, and would I now be saddled with a pregnancy. I would never be able to lie to my husband if I was pregnant as all the thugs were Black. I made my mind up to go to the doctors later that day for the morning after pill, and with that determined, I drifted off to sleep.
Next morning I was up bright and early and got dressed before my husband had chance to see the state of my body. Nothing was mentioned about our argument of the previous evening and after my hubby had left for work I got the k**s off on the school run. After dropping the k**s off at school I made my way back home as I thought I would make myself look presentable before going to the doctors. However, as I turned onto our avenue I could see two figures in our driveway. As I got nearer I froze in horror, the people im my drive were non other than Jamal and his friend Mustafa, I had forgot that I had foolishly told Jamal where I lived.
My stomach churned as I approached them, a mixture of fear and excitement, I asked them what the hell they were doing in my driveway. Jamal laughed and said he had come to see his slut. I had decided that the events of last night were a one off and nothing like that would ever happen again. Not wanting to be seen by the neighbours I thought I better get these bastards inside whilst I explained this to them.
However no sooner had I shut the front door than Mustafa shoved me against the wall in the hallway and thrust his hand up my skirt, I tried to push him away but the feelings I had experienced last night returned with a vengeance. I opened my legs wide as he pulled my panties to one side and before I knew what was happening he was fucking me in my own hallway against the wall. My pussy knew was happening as I felt myself dripping wet with desire. As he thrust ito me wildly,I thrust back at him trying to get his black cock as deep in as I could. I groaned as I orgasmed strongly and it wasn't long before I felt him tense and shoot squirt after squirt of his seed deep inside me.
amal just smiled after Mustafa had finished with me, I think he knew at this point that I was totally under their control, a fact that I had now acknowledged to myself. Jamal informed me that we were going out but first I needed to change into something that befitted my status as a whore. I replied in a lusty voice that I wasn't any whore I was their whore. Mustafa went to my wardrobe and chose a tiny flared mini skirt that I hadn't worn since my teen days, to add to this was chosen a very tight white tee-shirt, a G-string and no bra, plus a pair of my highest heeled shoes.
Just seeing myself dressed like this turned me on and I badly wanted Jamal to fuck me, but he said we were going out but would not tell me where. As we walked towards my car I was conscious of how I looked and hoped no-one else on the avenue could see me. As I drove towards town Jamal gave me directions, eventually telling me to stop outside a taxi business which I was told belonged to one of Mustafas relations. Jamal leaned across and played with my tits which made me groan with lust, he then asked me if I would do anything he wanted, and I nodded. Good he said, then I want you to go inside the taxi shop and have sex with the guy at the counter. I was horrified by the suggestion and said that anything like that was completely out of the question, and yet at the same time the wetness of my cunt was telling me a different story and I knew then that I would do as they asked.
Jamal said I wasn't to argue and I slowly nodded my agreement, I got out of the car and went inside the shop not knowing how to approach the situation or what on earth I would say. The man behind the counter looked me up and down as I walked in, his eyes burning into my braless tits as they jiggled up and down mentally undressing me, he was a huge black guy not very attractive and probably in his late thirties.
He asked me where I wanted to go, I blurted out that I didn't require to go anywhere, but that I had always liked Black men and I liked him. The man was speechless and I felt embarrassed, I could not believe what I was doing, here I was a young married mother of two offering myself for sex with a total stranger, and yet the sordidness of the situation was making me terribly aroused.
By now the man had regained his composure and was openly leering at me, he moved to lock the shop door and beckoned me into a back room which I took to be a rest room for the drivers. The room was rather grubby, the only furniture being a settee and one easy-chair, the walls were plastered with girlie pictures. Of course there was also a few dirty mattresses laying around as well.
T
he man now started undressing me, I made no effort to stop him as he quickly shoved me down onto the dirty mattress,spread my legs wide and entered me, I orgasmed almost immediately my senses reeling. I had entered these premises less than ten minutes ago and here I was having sex with a man whose name I didn't even know. Just then something made me look up, six other men had entered the room and I could see from the badges they were wearing that they were taxi drivers, again all were Black. One was in his thirties and not bad looking, but the other guys were much younger.
I made no attempt to cover myself up but instead spurred my lover on as the other men watched. I felt him speed up and then his dick twitched as yet another stream of spunk flooded my unprotected womb. As the first man climbed off me I wantonly beckoned one of the other men who had been watching to take me, one of the younger guys took me next, although he didn't last very long. Next came one of the others, he smelt strongly of body odor which instead of turning me off had quite the opposite effect and as he came inside me I begged him to give me a baby, after he climbed off me he turned me round on all fours and proceeded to fuck me again with his huge black cock. I thought I was going to be split in two as his cock sank deeper and deeper inside me but I took his cock with embarrassing ease and I lost count of the times I orgasmed. One of the guys had produced a camera from somewhere and was taking pictures of me in every disgusting way possible which I actively encouraged, they told me they were going to put them on the wall.
I later got dressed and triumphantly rejoined Jamal and Mustafa back in my car, relating to them the details of what I had been up to, which met with their approval. Over the next five or six weeks I was fucked almost on a daily basis by Jamal and his friends and also by all of the taxi drivers down at the shop, and my husband suspected nothing.
However the inevitable happened, I missed my next two periods, yes I was well and truly pregnant and I had to tell Paul the truth. I had fully expected him to throw me out on the street. He listened in shocked silence to my revelations, but then to my joy and amazement he said he understood that people had different needs and that he would stand by me.
I confessed to him that I wasn't sure if I would be able to stop what I was doing with other men and perhaps it would be better if I left, but he told me that so long as I was honest and open about what I was doing then it would be acceptable to him for me to continue.
What a husband!
The End.....or the beginning?
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