Black stallion for his wife

Chapter 1
I could say I was both blessed by God and cursed by the devil. Nature endowed me with a pair of enormous testicles, capable of producing a massive amount of semen, but in the transmission system, they became a tiny penis, less than five centimeters long and as thin as a pencil!
My wife, Kate, is very experienced and told me that a small penis is perfect for oral sex. She can easily take my entire shaft into her mouth, even when I'm fully erect, without choking or gagging. And I'm just an ordinary man, of average height and not particularly strong.
Kate is Scandinavian, blonde and blue-eyed, 163 centimeters tall and weighing 95 kilograms. Even after having two children, she maintains a perfect figure. For Kate, sex is an important part of life. Unlike other women, she craves sex every day, masturbating, performing oral sex, anal sex, or having direct intercourse at least once a day. Her sex toys could leave many sex shops looking empty.
You could say her sex toys were all my creations. Ever since her second pregnancy, her vagina had become incredibly wide, and my small penis always felt empty inside her. From then on, giving Kate ultimate sexual pleasure became the most important thing in my life. I bought her increasingly larger dildos until I found one thick enough for her spacious little hole.
I bought her a large black dildo, a full 20 centimeters long and 5 centimeters thick, making my penis look like a little finger in comparison. When Kate opened the box and took it out, she teased, "Sweetie, where did you go?" We played with this new black dildo, never imagining that one day she would enjoy a real penis the same size. The story takes place after our second daughter was born. We finally realized that my small penis was completely useless during sex, except for occasionally inserting into Kate's tight little anus; usually, it was just 69-style oral sex.
Our favorite position was with me lying beneath Kate, her knees on top of me, joyfully sucking my penis, while I took out the thickest black dildo and inserted it into her wet, tender vagina, shaking it incessantly.
Watching that thick, hard, and long penis rapidly thrusting in and out of her pink, juicy pussy, I started fantasizing about a strong black man wildly pounding into my wife's ass from behind, his thick black cock plunging deep into her wanton cunt with each stroke; and me, my penis being frantically licked and sucked by her little mouth.
Perhaps it was this black dildo that made my wife feel so good, she gradually grew to like black dildos more and more, even commenting on the size and color of black dildos she found online, and whether they could make her feel good.
One day, I half-jokingly asked her if we should find a black man to play with. She immediately flew into a rage, demanding to know if I didn't love her anymore, and I quickly tried to cheer her up. But at night, she became even more seductive than usual, her buttocks moving like they had an electric motor, her little pussy frantically swallowing and spitting out that black penis, having countless orgasms before finally falling into a deep sleep, exhausted.
I found myself increasingly enjoying this feeling, imagining my sexy little wife being pinned down by a strong black man, being relentlessly ravaged by his monstrous black cock. I would occasionally show Kate pictures of black men having sex with white wives, and also give her some websites featuring heterosexual couples. Kate rarely commented, but whenever she saw pictures of black men having sex with white women, she would become incredibly hot in bed, as if she had taken a large dose of aphrodisiacs.
One night, my friend and I went to a party with some friends and met a mixed-race couple, a black husband and a white wife. Kate couldn't help but keep peeking at them, and I even saw her talking to the wife. When we got home, she was a little drunk, constantly saying things like how to find a black man and make sure he didn't have any unclean diseases.
We discovered a nightclub in the next city that was frequented by mixed-race couples. One night, Kate and I drove over to scout it out. As soon as we sat down at our reserved table, a handsome young Black man approached Kate and asked her to dance. She looked at me, seeking my permission, and I smiled and said, "Whatever!" Kate hesitated for a moment, then shyly followed him onto the dance floor. Before long, she was completely absorbed in the dance.
I sat there watching her dance with her partner. The song was fast-paced and didn't involve much physical contact. When the song ended, her partner took her hand and asked her to dance again. This time, the melody was slow, and my wife and he were very close, their bodies rubbing together. I could see the Black man's genitals were swollen and rubbing against my wife's genitals.
After the dance, Kate walked over seductively, and I noticed her nipples were hard, like fingers pressing against her chest; she was clearly very aroused. Before
Kate could even catch her breath, another Black man came up and asked her to dance. All night long, she was constantly being danced with by men; she shone like a dazzling pearl, radiating brilliant light. As soon as we got home, she immediately shed her veil, transforming into a ravenous young woman, frantically battling with her collection of sex toys.
Having tasted this sweetness, and after a restless week, my wife begged me to go to that bar again over the weekend. The man who danced with Kate last time was still there. After a few dances, Kate brought him over to introduce me.
His name was Arthur. After chatting for a while, I found him very talkative and we clicked immediately. Kate seemed to like him; I felt she was completely captivated by his charm. Arthur asked if I wanted to go home that night. I had to go back early to take care of the children. Arthur tentatively asked if I minded him asking Kate out the next day, and I impulsively agreed. Maybe it was just a momentary impulse! Good heavens, Kate is my precious wife! How could I allow her to "date" another man?
All the way home, Kate kept talking about Arthur, as if he were her little lover. Suddenly, she realized something, shut up, and leaned closer, taking my arm and looking at me earnestly, asking if I really didn't mind.
After we got home, we sent the nanny home and then talked for hours. Kate was planning to stop participating in these kinds of activities. Perhaps it was long-awaited, or perhaps it was just a moment of impulse, but I actually told her that I hoped she would go out and have fun without feeling guilty towards me.
Lying in bed, Kate acted like she had been celibate her whole life, putting the black dildo in my mouth, sitting down heavily, and tightly sucking on the thick penis, her hips twisting wildly like they had an electric motor. Perhaps she was fantasizing about being fucked to death by Arthur's black cock! She buried her head between my legs, her cherry lips sucking on my penis incessantly, making it ejaculate, then licking it hard again, until only thin semen could be released.
The next day, my mind was filled with the passionate image of Kate being brutally fucked by Arthur, and I had absolutely no energy left for my business meeting. After the morning meeting, I called to confirm the afternoon meeting, only to be told that the key person couldn't come due to illness, and we rescheduled the meeting. So I asked for leave and went home.
On my way home, I considered calling my wife to tell her I'd be back after dinner, but then I thought she might have canceled her date, so I decided to surprise her. Near home, I found the nanny's car parked in the driveway, so I had to park in the garage. When I entered the house, the children smiled happily at me. I sent the nanny back and played with the kids for a long time before finally putting them to sleep. After watching
TV for a while, I felt a little tired and climbed into bed. Lying in bed, my mind kept flashing back to the lewd images of my wife and her black lover. I don't know how much time had passed when I noticed the bathroom light was on; Kate must have returned. I heard her muttering something; she was probably worried about the child because she hadn't seen the nanny's car, but she was relieved when she saw my car in the garage.
I jumped out of bed, walked out of the bedroom, picked up my wife, and gave her a passionate, deep kiss. As soon as my tongue entered her mouth, I smelled a faint scent of semen—definitely Arthur's. Eager to admire my wife's body after she had been thoroughly enjoyed, I reached out and unbuttoned her clothes; her beautiful body almost made me ejaculate in my pants.
Under my gaze, Kate seemed unusually nervous, terrified I'd found out she'd spent time in bed with another man; her face was flushed.
As I pulled off her short skirt, we walked arm in arm towards the bedroom. The skirt slipped down her flat stomach and pert buttocks, revealing she wasn't wearing underwear. A thin layer of semi-dried, milky-white semen covered her golden downy hair. Her snow-white breasts bore the marks of lovemaking, her pink nipples erect like fingers. From those touches of blush amidst the whiteness, I guessed that this part of my territory had received special favor from some man.
Kate seemed flustered, rushing to the bathroom to wash. She was disheveled, bearing the lingering traces of a frenzied lovemaking session; she hadn't expected me to be at home. I pulled her into my arms, and we lay down on the bed together. I touched her red lips to hers and whispered softly in her ear, "Wife, I love you!" Slowly, Kate began to relax, her arms gently holding me, no longer trying to struggle free from my embrace.
Kate stammered, "You...you're crazy, letting your wife be taken away by someone and sleep with him? I didn't expect this, but his charm was irresistible." I held her tightly and answered her with a passionate kiss. Then I told her, "I'm not crazy. Ever since I agreed to let you go out with him, I guessed that you two would end up together." Kate's eyes filled with tears as she rambled on about how much she loved me and how good I was to her.
I tried to wipe away her tears, but she sadly turned her head away.
"Please let me finish. I... I let him penetrate me. He said he didn't like wearing condoms, that his penis was too big, and the condom was too tight and uncomfortable, so he could pull out at the last minute and not ejaculate inside me. But the feeling of making love with him was so wonderful that we both forgot about it, and he just let me ejaculate my hot semen inside him. He has so much energy; even after he ejaculated, he didn't go soft at all, and then he did it twice more. Let me tell you, honey, Arthur's penis is as thick as that black dildo we bought, and his balls are the same size as yours." I kissed away the tears on her face and said gently, "Wife, it's okay." I held her quietly, and neither of us said a word. After a while, I started to kiss her neck lightly, then her snow-white, high breasts. I savored the taste of my beautiful wife in my arms. She exuded a captivating glow after sex, and her nipples were still erect, throbbing slightly between my lips.
Kate moaned softly, struggling weakly, "No, darling, I'm so dirty, let me wash up before I serve you." Ignoring her feigned resistance, I kissed my way down her abdomen, the closer I got to her cunt, the stronger the post-coital smell became, along with the intense scent of Arthur's semen. Soon, my face was buried in Kate's semen-smeared cunt.
Kate gave up all resistance, even more seductively taking my penis into her mouth. I used my fingers to scoop out a large clump of Arthur's milky white semen left in my wife's cunt, and my tongue effortlessly slipped into her wet cunt.
In the past, after I finished with her, I would lick her cunt to bring her to orgasm, but this was the first time I had tasted another man's semen. If I didn't love her so deeply, I wouldn't have felt any difference; now I didn't feel threatened or even humiliated. I pulled out another large clump of semen. I figured Arthur's semen was enough to get my wife pregnant with his child, since Kate never used any contraception.
My mind raced, recalling the date of my wife's last period, calculating whether she was fertile.
Strangely, when I calculated that Kate might have missed her ovulation period, I felt a pang of disappointment.
I was shocked. I was actually hoping my wife was pregnant, pregnant by another man, and a Black man at that!
These thoughts kept flashing through my mind, and I increasingly hoped my wife would get pregnant by her Black lover!
I desperately craved to watch them make love in front of me, eagerly watching his thick, hard Black penis plunge deep into my wife's blonde-haired pussy, watching my wife writhe excitedly beneath his strong body. I longed for my wife to have her Black lover's Black baby growing inside her, for her belly to slowly swell with time, and for a Black baby, completely unlike me or any of our other children, to be born.
I was diligently licking and sucking her cunt, and she was sucking my penis, moaning indistinctly. My wife's swollen, red labia blossomed like flowers before me, and the intense stimulation brought me to the brink of climax. I thrust my hips, convulsed, and gushed out large spurts of thick semen. Kate swallowed it all like a satisfied kitten.
I knew my huge scrotum still held a lot of semen, but there was no large enough channel to release it. After kissing her to orgasm again, Kate pushed my head away, begging for mercy. It turned out that Arthur's monstrous penis had already made her cunt ache, and she couldn't bear my teasing any longer.
She leaned over me, trying to get me to ejaculate more semen, while I tenderly caressed my wife's delicate, beautiful body. I ejaculated into her mouth again, paused for a moment, and asked her if she wanted Arthur to fuck her again. She was gently sucking my penis, but when she heard my words, she paused for a moment, then continued.
Several minutes passed, and I thought she wasn't going to answer me. Then she looked up, stared at me for a long time, and slowly said, "He doesn't like condoms." She then kissed my testicles a few times, and I began cleaning my penis.
As she pleasurably serviced my penis, I considered her answer. If I told her I didn't mind her having sex with Arthur without a condom, it would be practically telling her to let her Black lover get her pregnant. The thought of this incredibly exciting possibility made my balls twitch with pleasure.
I tried to think rationally about it all, considering all the factors that should be taken into account. My wife and I are both white, but we have a mixed-race child—what would people around us think? But with my penis enveloped by my wife's alluring lips, lust overcame reason. I gathered my thoughts, calmed down, and told Kate that I wanted to see Arthur fuck her.
Kate stopped her oral sex again, only taking my penis into her mouth, her head resting on my lap. She would occasionally suck on it lightly, then stop, and so it went on silently for the better part of an hour. I knew she was seriously considering my earlier idea, as she always did when facing a difficult decision. As I said, sex was an indispensable part of Kate's life.
When we were preparing to buy a new car, Kate licked my penis for hours before making a decision; when we discussed moving to a new house, she licked my penis for hours every day for a week before deciding; when we talked about finding her a lover with a big penis, she swore she would never leave me because it would be hard to find such a good penis to lick unless she loved me deeply.
Even when Kate and I were dating, she had several boyfriends and had sex with them.
When she learned that my penis was small, she told me that those men's penises weren't much bigger than mine, and that it wasn't the point. But I later learned that a significant reason I won was because I had a very large scrotum… Kate let my little penis slide out of her hot red lips and nestled beside me. With our nectar still lingering on her lips, she kissed mine and said seductively, “Everyone will know that child isn’t yours, aren’t you annoyed?” I gently kissed her forehead and whispered, “They are all our children, that’s what I care about. I know people will gossip behind my back, but with you by my side, what does it matter? My life has meaning only when you’re here; without you, my world collapses.” With that, I embraced my wife’s soft, warm body and fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter Two
The next few days passed peacefully, until the phone rang one evening at dinner. Kate answered it; I knew it was Arthur calling. Kate only replied with a few yes and no sounds before turning to look at me.
Her eyes gleamed with desire. She licked her red lips, gritted her teeth, and said, "Come pick me up at nine tonight." She blew a loud kiss into the receiver, then reluctantly hung up, swaying her hips merrily into the kitchen.
After Kate set the table, she tidied herself up and said shyly, "Honey, I need to shave before I go out." Huh? Did she want me to shave her? My penis instantly became erect in my underwear, painfully throbbing. I occasionally shave the hair on her thighs and pubic area to add some spice, but it's usually me who asks! Was I, in shaving her, also giving her a blessing for going out and meeting other men?
We ate dinner, chatting idly, but neither of us spoke of the thoughts swirling in our minds. Near the end, I couldn't help but say, "I'll shave your pubic hair later, then I'll do the dishes, and you can put on makeup." Kate stared at me incredulously, then asked in shock if I was serious. I swallowed my food and said firmly, "I know what I'm doing." She leaned in and gave me a sweet kiss, then quickly walked towards the bedroom, glancing at me briefly to see if I was following. A captivating smile graced my wife's beautiful face. I stood up and followed her. She gave me a strange, toothy grin at the bulge in my groin before continuing to the bedroom.
In the bedroom, Kate gave me a spectacular striptease. I grabbed a razor and foam, ready to shave off the tuft of golden hair on my little wife's pubic area. Kate sat boldly on the bathroom counter, her legs spread wide in an M-shape, exposing her bright red vulva to me. She remained silent as I shaved her, looking down at me. After
shaving the layer of fine, golden hair covering her labia, I was about to shave the hair around her clitoris when she immediately told me to stop: "These are for Arthur to see, so he knows I have golden pubic hair." I almost ejaculated in my pants.
Then Kate asked me to fetch her small vanity mirror, which I immediately brought, hoping she would be satisfied with my work. Kate didn't say anything, but I could tell she was pleased. She stood up from the counter, kissed me, went to the bathtub, and picked up the showerhead to wash her genitals.
I was washing dishes in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. I quickly grabbed a dry towel to wipe my hands and ran to answer the door. Opening the door, I saw Arthur's smiling face. He confidently asked if Kate was ready. Luckily, the kids were already asleep, otherwise how would I tell them that Mommy went out with someone?
Hearing our voices, Kate excitedly ran out of the bedroom, not even properly dressed. My wife's nipples were erect against her clothes, so I knew she'd thrown her bra in the closet, and I knew without asking that she wasn't wearing underwear. She ran over and kissed me, telling me not to wait for her to come home that night, then took Arthur's arm and went out with a grin. It wasn't
until I heard Arthur's car drive away that I realized my penis was hard, forming a small tent in my pants. I went back to the kitchen to continue washing the dishes, hoping to calm my burning desire, but it didn't work. I tried watching TV, but gave up and went into the bedroom to masturbate. I
calmed down a little, but my mind kept replaying the lewd scene of Kate being fucked to death by a thick, black penis. After a while, my younger daughter, Lin, woke up, and I tried to get her back to sleep so I could temporarily stop thinking about my wife's date. But once Xiaolin fell asleep, I started thinking about children again, wondering when Kate would get pregnant by Arthur.
Around two in the morning, I heard Kate enter the room. She quietly turned off the light and went into the bedroom. I guessed I was asleep, so she didn't turn the light on. But as soon as she finished undressing, I immediately turned on a bedside lamp. Kate was startled by the sudden light and immediately covered her genitals with her hands.
I sat up and gently told her that she didn't need to cover herself. She blushed and shyly put her hands by her sides. I guessed Kate didn't want me to see her swollen labia, nor the marks he had lightly bitten, but seeing the thick semen her lover had just ejaculated inside her dripping down her inner thighs onto the sheets made her even more shy.
Before she could run into the bathroom, I stood up and pulled her into my arms. I gently kissed her red lips, noticing they were slightly swollen and had a faint smell of semen. My penis instantly became erect, pressing against her lower abdomen. I took her hand and led her to the bed, ignoring her weak protests that "I'm a mess right now!" Worried that her vagina would be sore, I bent down between her legs. Her recently fucked vulva, with its two bright red labia completely engorged and swollen, exuded a strong scent that made me feel like I was in heaven. I diligently licked and sucked my wife's swollen labia, occasionally rubbing them with my tongue. She stopped resisting, stopped wriggling, and even started telling me about her date. This was so stimulating that I couldn't help but ejaculate a large amount of semen onto the sheets, then continued licking and sucking my wife's aroused vulva.
Finally, Kate weakly begged me to let her pee. Leaning against the bathroom door, I said to Kate, "I love you, darling." She looked up, smiled, and said, "I knew you liked it this way too." I smiled back.
Two days later, Kate got her period. We talked a lot about what would happen if she continued to let Arthur ejaculate inside her, and what impact it would have on our lives. Kate said that if I insisted, she wouldn't see him anymore. My answer was to say nothing and just kiss her passionately.
During my wife's period, Kate and Arthur talked on the phone several times, but they didn't go out together. I wanted to ask her how they were doing lately, but she wouldn't say. A few times Arthur called, I answered the phone, we talked for a few minutes, and then Kate took over the call.
About a week after my wife's period ended, Kate told me that she had hired a babysitter to take care of our child all night for Friday night. She looked expectant and asked if I agreed to not take care of the child, and then book a hotel room. I stammered in shock, "You...you want him to ejaculate inside you?" She laughed lewdly, and I told her in a voice so low I could barely hear myself, "I want to see her and her lover make love in front of me; it's my biggest fantasy."
She said Arthur would agree as long as I didn't interfere with their affair, and I immediately promised I wouldn't.
Kate was satisfied, but I knew it was too late to stop things from happening; I could only let nature take its course. For the next two days, I couldn't concentrate on work at all, endlessly thinking about my beautiful wife, Kate, pregnant with a black baby.
One moment I felt anxious, the next my penis was so hard it felt like I was about to ejaculate. Kate seemed a little nervous, but didn't seem to want to cancel the rendezvous at all. Before Friday night even arrived, I felt like I was about to have a nervous breakdown, while Kate remained calm as if she were just going to see a mundane movie.
On the drive to the hotel, Kate asked if I was okay, and I forced a smile and told her I was fine. In reality, my heart was pounding like a drum, my mind racing.
As soon as we entered the hotel lobby, Arthur, who had been waiting, immediately came over to greet us, practically ready to carry my wife to our room. He led us to the recreation room to relax. Just as we were about to go in, I suddenly remembered I needed to register and get my room key. Arthur offered to go with me, but I told him not to bother and to let him and my wife go ahead.
I went back to our car, took out our luggage, registered at the front desk, and collected all our belongings, my mind preoccupied with my wife's upcoming conception ceremony. After completing all the formalities, I went into the recreation room, but didn't see them. I immediately panicked and almost did something foolish. Luckily, I saw a large black hand waving at me from the dance floor. I nimbly moved to the bar, bought a drink, and waited for the music to end.
Before I finished my drink, Kate came over and gave me a sweet kiss. Arthur stood quietly to the side, waiting for Kate to urge me to join their table.
Sitting at the table, I said I felt like a third wheel. Arthur immediately said he really wanted me to join them, that it would be more fun to have fun together, and assured me he would never steal my boyfriend. Since
I didn't have to drive that night, I drank a few more glasses without worry, but after my second glass, I thought I shouldn't be so foolish as to get too drunk and pass out, then I wouldn't be able to participate in this exciting event.
After my second glass, I found the effects of the alcohol kicking in, and I realized Arthur was a really nice guy; now I understood why my wife liked him so much. To my surprise, Kate wasn't just dancing with Arthur and me; she had several other men as her dance partners! Arthur and I chatted idly, gradually relaxing and starting to enjoy our special night.
After another dance, Kate slipped back to listen to our jokes. Kate smiled mischievously and asked if we were planning to sit there idly tonight or go upstairs to party. Without a second thought, we grabbed the bottles and ran upstairs.
We were the only passengers in the elevator. Arthur brazenly placed his hand on Kate's ample buttocks right in front of me, pulling her close for a passionate kiss—a lover's embrace, fiery and intense. Kate nestled in Arthur's arms, pulling me closer, which made me feel much better.
Soon we were in the room. Arthur pulled Kate into his arms, kissing her passionately as he undressed her. I turned off most of the lights and sat down on a chair in a dark corner. I'd seen sexy striptease shows before, but nothing compared to what I was witnessing: a muscular, dark-skinned man expertly undressing my beloved wife!
Kate's skirt slipped to the floor, leaving her completely naked except for a pair of black stockings. I knew she wasn't wearing a bra, but I hadn't expected her to be completely naked underneath. Needless to say, my penis was hard enough to pick a lock.
Kate couldn't wait for Arthur to undress; her skirt had barely slipped off her beautiful body when she began to undress him. Kneeling, my wife took his hard, thick, black penis into her mouth, using her hands to untie his shoelaces. Arthur's large penis forced open my wife's lips, and she diligently sucked on the shaft.
I wondered why Kate didn't tell me Arthur wasn't circumcised, but I was certain it was a different kind of pleasure compared to my neatly trimmed, small penis. I must say, Arthur's penis was like a telephone pole—no, more like a tree stump—a full eight inches long and incredibly thick.
After letting Kate warm up his penis, Arthur pulled her close for a passionate kiss. The stark contrast between my wife's pale body and his dark skin excited me immensely. They rolled around together, seemingly melting into the bed. The soft light in the room gave me enough light to see their passionate lovemaking, rather than looking like they were filming an adult film.
Arthur patiently and meticulously caressed every inch of Kate's sexy body, instead of immediately mounting her and thrusting wildly. Kate was enjoying himself immensely, constantly begging him to hurry up and fuck her, while he calmly enjoyed the pleasure of seducing my wife. My wife was aroused, like a cat in heat, craving the favor of his thick, hard penis.
After tenderly kissing my wife all over, he finally pressed his thick, hard, and long black cock against my wife's soaking wet cunt. My wife raised her hips to meet his thick penis, and Arthur thrust his hips forward, the immense force pushing his incredibly thick penis into my wife's narrow hole. It was so intense that I felt as if my wife's heart and lungs were about to be pierced.
The large, egg-shaped glans was deeply inserted into the depths of my wife's cunt, squeezing her delicate cervix. Then he began to thrust forcefully, like a pile driver. With each impact, his thick, dark penis disappeared completely into my wife's vagina. When he pulled out, only the glans remained inside, the scarlet opening stretched wide, the swollen labia turned inside out. The violent manipulation made my wife clench her teeth in pleasure, only low moans emanating from within.
My wife's legs were tightly wrapped around her black lover's strong waist, her hands wrapped around his broad back, like an octopus, intimately connected with him, her eyes filled with an unstoppable flame of lust.
Not long after, I heard my wife shout, "Ah... God! Faster! Fuck me harder! I'm going to cum! Faster!" Arthur thrust faster and faster, concentrating intently on fucking my wife, trying his best not to ejaculate, his technique was quite good.
I moved my chair, finding a better angle to enjoy the scene of Arthur's thick penis plowing through my wife's tight vagina. Suddenly, I saw his scrotum twitch, and large, powerful gushes of semen shot into my wife's fertile womb like a flood bursting its banks. My wife felt the scalding heat and cried out, begging him to get her pregnant and carry his child.
Arthur stopped, lay on top of my wife, and looked back at me. I smiled back and nodded slightly, indicating that I was alright. He thrust forward twice, ejaculating more semen into my wife's womb, then stopped again, his thick penis pressed against my wife's vagina, leaving all the semen in my wife's fertile field.
They slowly calmed down from the afterglow of their orgasm, and Arthur asked my wife softly if she really wanted him to get her pregnant. My wife cupped his face in her hands, kissed him gently for a long time, then looked up at me and said, "My husband wants to see my belly slowly swell with your child, and so do I." Arthur rolled off my wife, lay beside her, and then carefully examined me, his face filled with inexplicable astonishment and excitement. At that moment, we stared at each other, our minds racing.
"This was just a whispered conversation on the pillow, wasn't it?" Arthur still couldn't believe it.
Kate kissed him and asked if he was afraid to get a willing white woman pregnant. Arthur chuckled and said, "I don't want an angry husband shoving my head down his ass, but I dream about it!" I laughed out loud, "Don't worry, the only thing I'll ejaculate into you is some of my semen." For the next hour or so, we talked about our relationship and the impending mixed-race baby. As we chatted, I shifted my position so I could clearly see her pink, swollen labia, the milky semen Arthur had just ejaculated inside her slowly oozing from her still-open vulva.
Kate noticed what I was looking at and grinned wickedly, "Don't be shy, you can lick it." I really wanted to crawl under the bed and hide, but my wife's pink vulva was just too tempting. My mind was a blur. I stood up, my body burning with humiliation. I had planned to pretend I hadn't seen or heard anything that night, but now I was at a loss.
Before I even sat on the bed, my wife reminded me, "You haven't taken your clothes off yet!" I was stunned. It seemed Kate was the one in control, and Arthur and I were just her lovers obeying her orders.
My attitude towards Arthur had changed from a potential rival to "brothel buddies." I immediately stripped naked, knelt between my wife's thighs, and began to lick up small clumps of Arthur's semen inside me. I was sure he would laugh at me for eating his semen, but he didn't. Instead, he praised my oral skills, saying that they excited Kate so much, and that he understood why Kate had confronted him so early on and would never leave me.
I felt proud and radiant as I wholeheartedly licked and sucked Kate's vulva. The effect was remarkable; soon she let out a sensual moan, her hips rising to meet my deeply penetrating tongue. I gently bit her clitoris, and her whole body tensed, immediately reaching a powerful orgasm.
I kissed her vulva lightly, and she writhed, the bed beneath her shaking violently. Looking up, I saw Arthur had already inserted his black penis into my wife's red lips. Her mouth was wide open, and my wife struggled to take his enormous glans into her mouth, sucking incessantly. His penis was so thick that even with all her strength, my wife could only take half of it in, her lips stretched to their limit.
Soon Kate let Arthur's penis pop out of her mouth, begging him to fuck her immediately. Arthur looked at me, seeking my permission. I rolled over, offering my wife's plump little pussy, and beckoned to him, giving him permission to enter my wife's honey pot. I stepped back, and Arthur moved on top of my wife, his large, dark glans aimed at her entrance. He looked back at me and said, "No need to get off the bed." He was very comfortable now, enjoying himself with my wife while casually chatting with me; my presence put no pressure on him.
I couldn't believe everything had changed so quickly, but I was happy with how things were going. My beautiful wife was within reach, and she was having sex with her lover—this was far beyond my sexual fantasies.
Kate pulled me over and kissed me passionately, while Arthur expertly thrust his thick, dark penis into my wife's pussy. Because her mouth was gagged, she could only make completely inaudible moaning sounds. She looked up, her eyes vacant, and whispered in my ear, "Darling, his huge cock is inside your wife's pussy, his hot semen is about to shoot into your wife's womb, he's going to get your wife pregnant, he's going to give your wife a black doll..." I kissed her, caressed her, and then whispered in her ear, "I know." Kate then asked, "Don't you want to see your slutty wife get impregnated by her black stallion?" I replied, "I don't want to miss a single moment of that spectacular scene." We continued kissing, and then Kate asked me if I would tell Arthur to make sure she got pregnant. Arthur's head was only inches away, and I was sure he heard me too, but I still relayed Kate's words to him. Arthur slowed his thrusting and told me that my wife was the best in the world, and I was so lucky to have her. I was a little annoyed and mumbled a thank you.
Arthur continued his vigil on my wife, his skillful thrusting bringing her intense sexual pleasure. My hands climbed onto her erect nipples, gently stroking and kneading them to enhance her pleasure. The three of us continued our frenzied intercourse. Arthur said several times that he was about to ejaculate, and I immediately moved behind him to see his scrotum.
Not long after I moved, he forcefully thrust his penis into my wife's vagina and ejaculated.
"It's coming! It's coming!" my wife cried out excitedly, her legs tightly clamping around his waist, her buttocks raised to allow her vagina and uterus to receive more semen.
His penis rested inside my wife for a long time before he prepared to pull out. My wife clung to him, preventing him from withdrawing, and quickly asked me to get a pillow to place under her buttocks. I helped her lift her buttocks, placed the pillow underneath, so I didn't have to get between her legs, and she guided me into a 69 position.
Kate's warm mouth enveloped my penis, and soon I ejaculated a large amount of semen into her throat. She made a "woo-woo" sound as she swallowed every last drop. She drained me dry once again, and Arthur was exhausted too. My wife was in the middle, and we each cuddled her as we slept. We each sucked on a pink nipple.
I guess I slept for a while because when I opened my eyes, I saw Arthur between my wife's legs, slowly inserting and withdrawing his black penis. After about an hour of fucking, Arthur finally pulled his tired but still semi-erect penis out of my wife's vagina. Kate said she wanted to take a shower together and then take a nap. Unlike the anticipated wildness, we just "friendly" scrubbed each other in the bathroom.
Back in bed, I fell into a deep sleep, only vaguely remembering that Arthur had fucked my wife several more times during the night.
I don't know how much time passed before I woke up to use the bathroom. Arthur and my wife were still fast asleep. I quietly climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom. After urinating, I went back to the bedroom and stood by the bed, quietly watching my wife and Arthur snuggling together. The stark contrast in their skin tones intensely aroused me. The thought of my wife's fertile womb being coated with the thick semen ejaculated from Arthur's thick, black penis made me even more excited. I knew she would definitely be pregnant.
I put on a few clothes, went downstairs to the coffee shop, and ordered a coffee and some food. Sitting alone in a quiet corner, I sipped my coffee, took a small bite of a muffin, and my mind raced through everything that had just happened. Could I really get along with a child who was clearly not mine? How would our white child view their black sibling? Was it right or wrong of me to let all this happen?
I would never abandon this child. I love Kate, and Arthur is a very good man, so why am I sitting here instead of upstairs with them? Having answered my inner question, I ordered two more coffees and some muffins before going upstairs.
As soon as I entered the room, I heard the sounds of passionate kissing. Arthur was on top of my wife Kate, kissing her and sucking on her nipples. Sensing my arrival, Kate opened her eyes and smiled affectionately: "Arthur promised to keep bearing my child until I'm pregnant, okay? Darling." Feeling her pleasure, I smiled slightly and pointed to the large bulge in my underwear, saying to her, "We're both so excited!" Arthur put down Kate's white breasts, looked up at me, and said, "You make her feel even better. I'm going to the bathroom." He then stood up and went into the bathroom.
I placed the coffee and muffins on the bedside table, jokingly saying, "Sharing is caring." Kate asked why I only bought two coffees; I said I'd already drunk one. She sat up slightly, took a coffee and some muffins.
Arthur returned, thanking me for the coffee. Kate teased me, saying I was the only one in the room dressed, staring at her vulva. I retorted that I'd never seen her vagina so swollen and filled with someone else's semen. Kate patted Arthur's thigh and said, "This is his masterpiece. I promise you'll see scenes like this every time." As soon as Kate finished speaking, she spread her legs wider, displaying her plump vulva. I couldn't hold back any longer, burying my face between her legs, my tongue probing into her flesh, Arthur's milky white semen gushing from the opening. Kate groaned loudly, pressing my large head down, and that's how I ate my second breakfast.
Her groans grew louder, her wet, sticky vulva arching against my tongue, clinging tightly to my head as if afraid I'd leave immediately. Within minutes, she reached a powerful climax, the folds of her vagina undulating and tightly gripping my tongue, muttering incoherently, "I love you, husband." I rolled over and said to Arthur, "Your turn." He pulled Kate back to the center of the bed without hesitation and straddled her… For the next hour, I kissed my wife, caressed her nipples, and whispered in her ear, "I wish I could see your belly swell up and you have another baby." I'm sure I said those magical words, because Kate passionately kissed me, her full, white buttocks responding to the thrusts of Arthur's thick, black penis.
********** ... As we prepared for bed that night, Kate faced me and took off her pajamas. Looking at her, I remembered the last time she looked like this—the very last time I got her pregnant with our second child.
"Did Arthur's insemination bother you?" she asked gently.
Suddenly, I noticed the love marks on her breasts and vulva, and my penis hardened, serving as my answer. Kate smiled, seeing my erection.
"I think I need to find a job that suits my current situation. And watching my belly grow bigger will make you want to ejaculate all your sperm, won't it? Hehe." I picked Kate up and gently placed her on the bed, whispering in her ear, "Wife, I love you." ********** The next day, Kate called Arthur, asking when he would come over to impregnate her.
For the next two weeks, Arthur came to my house three or four times a week, filling my wife Kate's uterus with his thick semen. Kate's period came and went, and she started experiencing nausea in the mornings. Now that it was confirmed that Kate was pregnant, she asked him what his plans were.
I was completely unaware of what was going on until Kate told me Arthur wanted to come over and talk. Arthur freely came and went from my house, getting along famously with our other two children, which only confused me more. Kate wouldn't tell me anything, and I couldn't help but feel nervous whenever he came over.
The first thing Arthur did upon entering my house was to pull out a piece of paper outlining all my legal rights to the child he was carrying in my wife's womb, and then he asked if I could be part of our family.
We talked for hours, with Kate occasionally bringing us drinks.
Around midnight, Kate came in wearing a see-through nightgown, displaying her allure. She asked if we could join the discussion, and we ultimately decided to see how things unfolded, without any restrictions on his presence.
This all happened six years ago when we sold our old house and built a larger one to accommodate our extended family. My wife Kate was pregnant with Arthur's child again, and our third child was living a very happy life under our loving care.
As for me, well… Kate would never allow Arthur to put his black cock in her cunt without my cock in her mouth or ass.
Well, the kids had a great time too.

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