I’m writing this because so many of you are curious about my wife’s half-black children. I knew when my wife had the first baby, there would be gossip on account of his skin. And when the second came along, that removed all doubts. I figure I should put everything down in writing. I want it known my wife Kat and I love each other dearly and our relationship is healthy and strong.
As you know, Kat and I met in our senior year at high-school. I was her first kiss. Around school, we were always together. Coming from traditional families, we kept ourselves pure ’til after graduation. I’ll always treasure the memory of that first awkward lovemaking in the back of my car, two young adults entering the real world. Kat was so afraid of getting pregnant, she made me pull out even though I wore a condom. There was something strangely intimate about being denied the right to cum inside her.
Kat and I have always been realistic. When we went to different states for university, we agreed to see other people and have an open relationship. Me, I had a couple flings but mostly I focused on studies and sports. I’ve never grilled Kat about how many guys she was with. I know it was more than a few, completely understandable for a gorgeous young woman like Kat, surrounded by so many healthy young gentlemen. When she evaded questions about her love life, I respected her privacy. She wasn’t hesitant to talk about Mike, though. Maybe the fact Mike was black made it seem less like cheating, or maybe it was just that she really liked him. As soon as she met him, she started telling me about him every day on the phone.
“You won’t believe it,” she would say, for example. “Mike and I made out in class!” Or she’d text me during school hours, “Staying in with Mike. Am I a baddy?” I was jealous but I told her I loved her, that I approved of her no matter what. That I was happy she was having fun.
Right before Summer break, Kat broke up with me over the phone. She wanted to devote herself to Mike. I was hurt, but I knew it wouldn’t last. After all, Mike had lots of girls besides Kat. I told her I understood and I would wait for her. “Thank you so much darling,” she said, “I love you so much.” Then I heard sounds of kissing. Did she break up with me right in front of him??
Despite our breakup, we continued calling and texting. Our being “just friends” made Kat more comfortable talking about Mike. She loved telling me about his big black cock and how good he was in bed. I would jerk off furiously while she told all kinds of naughty things. “Mike was so pushy,” she would say, for example. “I couldn’t keep him off. I told him I was late but he just pushed me down and tore off my panties. I came as soon as he put that big black cock in me.”
She started sending me videos. I could tell why she liked Mike, the guy was ripped to hell and back. It was hard to see details on those low-quality phone videos but Mike’s cock made mine look like a pinky finger. It was surreal watching Kat ride her big black lover like a horny little slut, bouncing up and down on his oversized cock. She would grind her sexy hips down on him like she couldn’t get enough. Then most shocking of all, she would beg him to fill her with thick black cum. When I heard that, I fucking lost it, I was jerking off watching the video and I came instantly. Or if Kat was on bottom, Mike would bury her under his huge body and all I could see were her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him. Soft light skin contrasting so beautifully against his coal-black muscles.
On the occasions when we met in person, Kat and I were still loving, despite being just friends. We would make out and she would give me a handjob or blowjob. I tried to go further but she refused. She insisted she was devoted to Mike. I knew she would come back to me so I was patient, it was hard though with Kat being so sexy. “We shouldn’t do this,” she would say as we made out in my car, “Don’t tell Mike.” I wasn’t getting any pussy, but I was proud she was cheating on Mike with me. I would shower her with words of love, telling her she was the most beautiful girl in the world and I loved her more than ever. “Thank you darling, I love you too” she would answer, resting her head on my chest.
One night I got a late-night call from a tearful Kat. “Mike doesn’t want me any more,” she said between sobs.
“What happened?” I said.
“Please don’t hate me,” she said. “I’m pregnant.”
“Is it Mike’s?” I said.
“Yes honey, you know he owns me.” Her words hit me like a truck. My darling Kat, love of my life, was pregnant by another man. And not just any man, but a coal-black lover with a giant black cock. I should have seen it coming, I mean, that’s what happens when your girlfriend cheats on you with a ripped black bull.
“Why were you not on the pill? You know it’s unsafe,” I said.
“I’m sorry honey, birth control just felt wrong. I wanted him to knock me up. Like marking his territory or something.”
“But he doesn’t want you any more?” I said.
“He says he has no time for babies,” she said. “What am I gonna do?”
I knew what I had to do. I told her to wait, I was coming to see her. I drove and drove, only making one quick stop, a jeweler’s. When I got to her dorm room, I dropped to one knee, offered her a ring, and asked her to marry me.
“Oh, honey,” her face lit up. “I love you so much. You would marry me even with Mike’s baby?”
“I love you,” I said. “No matter what you do or whose baby you have.”
She hugged me. “Thank you darling, I love you so much,” she said. Then she bit her lip. “I can’t marry you.”
“Why?” I said, not believing my ears.
“I still love Mike,” she said. “I love you, but I love him differently. Part of me is happy I’m having his baby, even if he doesn’t want it. I know it’s bad but I can’t stop sleeping with Mike no matter what.”
I gulped hard. Then I couldn’t believe what I said next. “You can keep seeing Mike,” I said. “Marry me and I’ll be the happiest man in the world. Even if you keep sleeping with Mike.”
“You would do that?” she said. “You would marry me even knowing I’ll cheat on you with the man who knocked me up?”
I nodded.
“Oh darling!” she said, kissing me. “Yes, I will marry you!”
Kat’s agreement to marry me put me on cloud nine. I was head over heels. Wedding preparations were a blur, she wanted to be married as soon as possible. Somehow I squeaked by in my coursework, going to classes in a daze. My mind was only on Kat. I would drive night and day to be with her as much as I could. Making love with her again made me feel complete, like a piece of me had been missing. I was humiliated that she still made me wear a condom and pull out, even though she was already pregnant. “Silly,” she would say, “if you took me bareback now, how could I ever get you to use a rubber later?”
Mike was happy too. I can only imagine the headaches involved when you knock up one of multiple girlfriends. My stepping up and taking responsibility made his life easier. He was happy to go right back to doing what he does best with Kat: fuck her brains out and inseminate her. Kat wasn’t kidding when she warned she wouldn’t stop sleeping with him. Sometimes I even had to sleep on the couch, while they went at it in the bedroom. How do some guys have so much stamina? I’d hear the bed squeeking for hours, and the most astonishing language from my fiance’s lips. “Harder daddy, harder,” she would moan. “Gimme that black seed. Breed me, daddy!” Other times, they were more intimate. I would peek through the keyhole and see them making slow tender love. I had to admit I loved how her skin looked against his. Watching her present her pretty pink nipples for her lover to nibble on, I fell deeper in love.
Kat loved to visit me on the couch when Mike finally left. “Honey my pussy’s so sore,” she would lovingly whine. “Won’t you comfort me?” Then I’d go down on her, covering her stretched-out pussy with affectionate kisses. If I didn’t love Kat so much I would have been repulsed, but because it made her happy, I didn’t mind licking globs of black sperm out of her. It was thrilling to know it was the same sperm that found her egg and put a black baby inside her. I started wondering if Mike was going to give her a second baby eventually. That idea was so erotic. Thinking about it made me so fucking horny that I’d lose my mind and start dirty-talking my bride-to-be. I would say things like, “I love you, you filthy little whore, I love what a slutty little snowbunny you are. I love how you let him fucking breed you.” This would get Kat unbelievably excited and she’d squeeze her legs around me as I ate her, almost drowning me in creampie. Finally I’d be so wound up I couldn’t hold it any more and I just had to get those sloppy seconds. Even wearing a condom, I would cum within seconds of putting my dick in her sloppy wet pussy.
As the wedding approached, Kat and I were a lovey-dovey couple. All around town I’d be seen patting her knocked up belly, even kissing it. Who would have guessed her black bull gave her that baby bump? The wedding went smoothly, it was a modest ceremony. We fought about whether to invite Mike, but it didn’t matter because he didn’t want to attend anyway. We honeymooned by the beach, it was a bit anti-climactic. To tell you the truth, I kind of missed having Mike there, and I know Kat did too.
After the honeymoon, I changed universities so Kat and I could stay together. It would’ve made more sense for her to move to my school, but we had to stay near Mike. Kat dropped out, perfectly happy to be a stay-at-home mother and wife. I was happy to provide whatever lifestyle she wanted, anything to make her happy.
We talked about what we would tell everyone when the baby came out black. We decided to be open and honest: my wife’s baby is black because my wife’s boyfriend is black. “Make sure you say ‘is’, not ‘was’,” Kat said. “If you say ‘was’, they’ll get the wrong impression.” She even made me rehearse in front of a mirror. Surprisingly, not many people brought up the subject of that first baby’s color. Maybe they assumed it was a sperm donor mix-up or something? Of course, people get nosier about the second mixed-race baby. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
We were a loving little family, Kat and her lovechild and I. Caring for a baby is a ton of work. Even when you think you know how hard it’ll be, you’re still surprised how much harder it is than you thought. My studies suffered, and I guess Kat was stressed too. One day I came home to a crying wife. “You don’t love me anymore,” she said when I came through the door.
“What do you mean? You know I love you,” I said.
“You’re never jealous, if you loved me you’d be jealous,” she said.
“Of course I’m jealous,” I said. “You don’t think I’m jealous raising your boyfriend’s baby? Everyone knows I’m not the real father.”
“Yeah well maybe you should act jealous,” Kat said. That’s when I realized it’s possible to be too nice of a husband. By hiding my feelings of jealousy, I was actually hurting Kat. She needed to see me be a bit jealous, to assure her I loved her.
After that, I was more open about my jealousy. After a lovemaking session between Kat and Mike, I would scold her, tell her she shouldn’t see him so much. “At least make him wear a condom!” I would say. “You always make me wear one.”
“I’m sorry honey,” she would say, hugging me. “Please don’t be mad at me. You know I can’t say no to Mike. I’ll try harder honey but you know that big black cock hypnotizes me. Darling do you still love me even though I had sex with my baby-daddy?”
“I still love you,” I would say. “I’m just jealous you love sex so much more with him.”
“Darling you say you’re jealous but someone else says something different,” she would say, rubbing my rock-hard dick through my pants.
It’s funny how a penis can never tell a lie. Kat developed a new favorite form of play. She would tease me mercilessly, rubbing my dick with her soft little hand. “Honey,” she would say, “are you really okay that I let my big black boyfriend impregnate me?” Instant boner. “Honey, your thingy is getting all hard. Is it something I said? Oh my gosh, baby. Does it make you excited thinking about Mike stretching me with that big black cock? Does your little thingy like it when you think about him shooting millions of swimmers into my womb??”
“Of course not,” I would glare, but my cock would be hard as diamond. Then she’d go down on me and suck me ’til I came in her mouth, which would never take long at that point. Or if she was feeling cruel she would keep teasing me.
“Honey,” she might say, “please don’t be mad at me, I have to tell you something. Mike visited and I was so horny I forgot about protection. Baby does it make you upset he cums inside me and you have to wear a rubber?? Baby, will you still love me if Mike gets me just a little tiny bit pregnant? Today was dangerous, I think I’m ovulating.” Around this point I’d lose it and cum right in her hand.
My jealousy did win me one concession: Kat stopped fucking Mike in our own bed so often. Of course, this might also have to do with the young baby in the house. Either way, Kat started regularly going out on date nights with Mike. Fortunately, taking care of Mike’s baby kept me too busy to torture myself wondering what they were up to. Sometimes, Kat would send me videos like in the old days, and then no imagination was necessary. Imagine your phone buzzes and you whip it out and boom, there’s your loving wife with her cheek stuffed full of monster black cock. Or you open your messages and bang, there’s the love of your life on hands and knees, she hasn’t even bothered undressing, her huge black boyfriend just pushed her skirt and panties aside and started breeding her. Who could blame me for being so horny all the time?
Kat especially loved these date nights because she loved getting all dressed up. “Baby do you think Mike will like these panties?” she would say, wiggling her sexy hips. I wanted to just grab her and take her, but she’d smack my hand away. “Mike is waiting!” She’d make me help with her bra while she was putting on makeup. “Tonight I’ll be a good little wife,” she’d say. “Just visiting my old friend Mike to catch up on old times.” Old times like, how they fucked the daylights out of each other less than three days ago. “Baby what should I do if he makes an advance? You know Mike can be pushy.” Pushy is an understatement. All I could see in my mind’s eye was the latest video-message of Mike pushing her against the wall. Lifting her pretty dress and pushing her panties down as she gasps and encourages him. Then using that giant black babymaker to nail her to the wall and pump her fertile womb full of DNA. Sometimes helping Kat get ready for her dates would get me so horny that Kat would have to get me off with a handjob then and there. Then she’d give me a peck on the cheek before rushing out: “Don’t wait up.”
Can you imagine what kind of state I was in? Picture your hotwife coming home in the small hours of the morning, hair all messed up, clothes all messed up, hickies on her neck. Climbing into bed and waking you up with passionate kisses and you swear you can taste traces of her lover’s sperm. “Darling do you wanna go down on me and see if I was bad?” she says, and your cock comes to life in her hand. Knowing she’s been out all night having hot babymaking sex. What’s a guy supposed to do in that situation? I was jealous as hell, horny as hell, and if I’m honest, I was in cuckold heaven.
One day I got a big surprise when I came home. The baby was at the babysitter’s and Kat was waiting for me, in lingerie, sitting on Mike’s lap, leisurely grinding herself against his crotch and his big black cock which was balls-deep inside her. This was unusual, they almost never did it in front of me. Mike had his coal-black hands on her titties, I could tell Kat was having a good time. “Welcome home honey,” she said. “I invited Mike over ’cause I have a surprise for you both. We got a little carried away waiting for you.” As beautiful as Kat and Mike always looked in her videos, in person they were pure art. Gazing where her light-skinned body and his jet-black body merged, I couldn’t help but appreciate how well they fit each other. Even though Kat was my wife and I was jealous, I was glad she was mating with this amazing specimen of a man. It just felt right, and I felt happy having this amazing woman even though I couldn’t compete with her black lover.
After a few minutes that seemed like forever, Mike grunted and asked Kat where she wanted it. She looked in his eyes and kissed his lips. “Cum in my pussy,” she said, though I don’t think Mike needed permission. Have you ever watched your wife sitting on a ripped black dude’s lap, gasping and moaning as he floods her with babyjuice? The look on her face was bliss, and I can’t blame her. When a woman that sexy and a lover that black get together, they deserve to cum with each other, it doesn’t matter who’s married to who, it’s his natural duty to fertilize her. Kat continued cumming on Mike’s cock for a long time before going limp in his arms. When she regained her senses, I could see his sperm dripping from her pretty little pussy. I could visualize his genes mixing with hers and it was so beautiful.
Kat pushed herself up a little, gave Mike a soulful kiss, then looked at me with a shy little smile. As if caught red-handed, she pulled herself off and smoothed her lingerie like there was a chance of hiding her infidelity. “Oh darling please don’t be mad,” she said, “I didn’t mean to cheat on you again, I was just so horny, you know how Mike gets me. Honey, I wanted to tell you both something amazing. Darling, you won’t believe this! We’re pregnant!”
I wasn’t all that surprised honestly. I mean, if your wife was constantly cheating on you with a potent black bull unprotected, would you be surprised she ended up blackbred? I hugged Kat and kissed her and congratulated her. I congratulated Mike too, he just nodded like it was no big deal. “I’m so happy for you baby,” I said, then, hardly able to think straight: “Is it mine?”
Kat giggled. “We’ll have to wait and see,” she said, with a wink and a devilish smile. “Are you excited it might not be yours?” What happened next was so embarrassing. Right in front of Mike, who was still sitting right there, Kat grabbed my dick through my pants. She gasped. “Darling, your penis is reacting! Does it turn you on that this baby might not be yours? Does it make you horny that this baby might be black??” I shook my head, but my dick was like steel, tenting out the front of my pants.
Mike chuckled. “I’ll give you lovebirds some time,” he said. He gave Kat a quick kiss, got dressed, and left us together.
“Are we really having another baby?” I said.
“Yes, darling,” she said. “I love you so much. Make love to me!”
I lovingly carried her to our bedroom. I had never loved her so much, I was thrilled we were pregnant again. It took me a long time to understand, but there’s something intimate about your wife being pregnant with another man’s baby, especially a man so much better than you. I laid Kat down on the bed and gazed lovingly at her. Her eyes twinkled and I knew she loved me tremendously. I ripped off my clothes and Kat gasped at how hard and furious my cock was. I pounced her to take her right there with Mike’s cum still dripping from her, but she stopped me. “Darling you forgot something,” she said. She reached behind the pillow and pulled out a condom.
EPILOGUE
With our first black baby, I was surprised how few people asked questions. I guess with one black baby, it’s easy enough to write it off as a mix-up or something. When our second black baby was born, all that changed. I guess there’s no more hiding that my loving wife is a filthy black-cock-loving slutwife. That’s why I resolved to write down this story, because ever since bringing that second mixed baby home, everyone wants to know how it happened. I haven’t told you the most surprising part. I assumed my friends would think I was a loser. But one by one, they keep pulling me aside and confiding how jealous they are. They want their wives black-bred too!