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A Black Baby, Maybe?

by Ajax

05/25/2016 12:11 in oral


CHAPTER 1

I have read messages on the internet where white males want to get their wives to accept sex with black males. I never dreamed that my husband Gary would fit in this category. Here is my account of what my husband did to make me a cuckolding wife:

Melvin, his boss, was a black male, and he had ben at our house several times with my husband's rotating poker group. He was very nice, always so cheerful and considerate. Our small sons, ages 3 and 5,really liked him. Every time he came to our house he brought some candy and played with my boys.

Well, one evening after the poker players had gone and I was cleaning up the living room Gary put his arm around me. After a hug and a kiss he laughed and said with a smirk on his face, "Mel told me tonight he would like to get into your panties sometime." I was flattered, but I dismissed his remark.

Over the next several days my husband made other remarks about Mel and hinted that he bet I would like to get in bed with Mel. I don't think I ever replied to his remarks, but maybe I did.

A couple weeks later my husband came home from work with some cheerful news. He was hoping to get promoted to office manager. Mel was co-owner of the auto dealership, and it would be his decision. Gary reiterated Mel's desire to have sex with me. if I would have sex with Mel, he would be a shoo-in for the job. His words shocked me. I did not want to do such a thing. Could my husband be serious? At first I refused to even discuss it, but Gary kept at me. He reminded me about our financial problems, and how his low-paying job was hindering us.

After several evenings listening to Gary's incessant pleading I reluctantly consented to have a sexual encounter with Mel.

A few days later Gary called me from work to tell me that the Big Event would be that night. It was a short notice, but it was probably better for me. I had less time to think about it. Like most women I had often fantasized about sex with another man, but a black man had never been in my fantasies. Anyway I was on needles and pins the rest of the day.

Mel took me out to dinner that evening, and Gary stayed home with our boys. After a very nice dinner in a very expensive restaurant we went to Mel's condo, which he shared with his mother and sister. They were out of town, and that was why our date was on such short notice. After a tour of the place and another glass of wine we went into Mel's bedroom.

What a wonderful introduction to black sex. I was very nervous and tense, and Mel realized it. He suggested we shower together, but I just couldn't do that. I did undress in front of him, and I watched him disrobe. I did want to see what I was getting into - or rather what was going to be getting into me. He had been a football player in college and had played professionally, and he had a great body. He was slightly taller than Gary, and at least thirty pounds heavier. I could not help noticing how dark his genitals were. He was chocolate brown, but his penis was coal-black, a charcoal black.

At dinner Mel had told me rather crudely what he planned to do to me in bed, so I fully expected him to jump on me and treat me rather roughly, but I was wrong, way wrong. We lay there for at least 15 minutes, with Mel gently exploring me with his fingers while we talked about everything but sex. I wanted to get the affair over quickly, but I did not want to take the initiative. I did not touch him until he took my hand and placed it on his penis. I could feel it growing in my hand. And I could feel the excitement building in me, too. I think every woman likes to feel their lover's penis growing in their hand, and realizing the sexual power they have over the male animal. He began suckling tentatively on my breast, not nearly the way I had feared. And in a few more minutes he had his face on my pudendum. I soon realized that his tongue was larger than Gary's tongue - or at least he flitted it farther into my vagina. He soon had me squirming and writhing with pleasure. I did have to stop him when he used his tongue too vigorously on my sensitive little button. He apologized, telling me how eager he was to fill me with his penis, but he wanted to make sure I was ready for him. And I was ready for that, too. Before he used his tongue on me down there I had worried that sex might be painful for me. His tongue caused my juices to flow, so I was no longer so worried about pain.

I had wanted to feel Mel's sex organ after it was fully erect, but I did not have the chance until he was ready to enter me. I did feel it while I guided him in. I realized that his tumescent organ was much fatter than my husband's, and as soon as he gently pushed the swollen mushroom head of his engorged member into my vagina I received some feelings like I had never felt before. And when he began slowly moving his virile member back and forth I was in heaven. It was better than any of my fantasies - better than anything I had ever felt in my vagina.

He was killing me with pleasure, and when I felt his warm semen filling me I knew that this was the best insemination I had ever had. I seldom felt my husband's ejaculation. Usually I only knew that he had ejaculated when his semen began leaking out of me later. But Mel let me know. He went "Oh, oh, oh, my God! Oh, oh, it is so good, so good. Oh, oh!" There was no doubt I was pleasing him.

Mel stayed on me after he finished ejaculating. "I know I did not get you off," he said. "I wanted to last longer, but not having sex for so long and being in such a tight pussy was too much for me." I expected him to fall out like my husband almost always did after he ejaculated, but Mel did not. He kissed my lips and my breasts, and very slowly started moving his still swollen sex organ again. My husband was never able to do that, and I had assumed that all men softened immediately after their orgasm. But not Mel. I had been so close to having an orgasm when Mel had ejaculated, and soon I put my legs around him to hold him in me. Well, after feeling his ejaculation and knowing that I had given him so much pleasure, combined with the stimulation of his renewed penile movements, brought me to having the most wonderful - and longest - orgasm I had ever had. And it was the very first time I had ever had a vaginal orgasm. My husband always had to use his fingers after he climaxed in order to stimulate me to an orgasm. I had heard and read so much about vaginal orgasms, but I had long ago decided it would never happen to me.

We spent at least another half hour talking, exploring and kissing. I was aware that Mel's sex organ was again turgid, but I was hoping he would not want any more sex. Just when I decided to get out of his bed, he whispered to me, "Do you mind if I fuck you again? I might as well get my money's worth. I might not ever get you in bed again.

I was puzzled by Mel's remark about getting his money's worth, but I did not ask. Well, without waiting for my okay Mel again moved between my legs and gently and slowly entered me, and we had sex a second time. I did not quite reach that wonderful plateau of pleasure again. I do know that I fulfilled my role as a sex partner, and that I had given Mel a great deal of pleasure.

I did pay a price for it, however. I had used my diaphragm for birth control, and whenever I use it I leak much more after sex. By the time Mel had me back home my panty was drenched - and I am afraid that his car seat was very wet, too. Mel claimed that he had not had sex for several months, and I believed him, too.

As soon as I entered our house my hubby hugged me and patted my behind. Then the questions began. He wanted all the intimate details. Of course I did not tell him everything. I was a little ashamed for my consensual infidelity, and I avoided direct eye contact with Gary. He was eager to get me in bed after I finished washing. I knew that he wanted sex, and I knew that I could not refuse him, although that was the last thing I wanted that night.

It turned out all right for me, but not so good for my poor husband. He tried so hard, but his penis would not cooperate. It must have a mind of its own. He could not attain an erection. I even tried to help, but to no avail. That had never happened before. I felt sorry for him, but I found it amusing. I was able to go to sleep quickly, and the rest of Mel's fecundating fluid seeped out of me.

In the days following my tryst with Mel I thought about him constantly. I guess my husband did, too. He kept repeatedly asking almost the same questions about that wonderful night. I admitted to him that I had enjoyed the evening in Mel's bed. I also admitted that Mel had ejaculated into me twice. I told him that he had given me an orgasm, but I did not tell him the details. I think that would have been too great a blow to his ego. I really think that feeling Mel's semen being ejaculated so forcefully into me is what actually led to my orgasm. Knowing that pregnancy was definitely possible also gave me an additional vicarious thrill. There were surely millions of Mel's sperm cells frantically swimming around in there trying to make me a mother again.

CHAPTER 2

On the morning of our next date Mel called me to confirm it. I suggested that he not come until 8 o'clock. Gary always left before that time. Well, promptly at eight Mel rang the doorbell. The boys were ready for bed, but they were delighted to see Mel. He played with them until I finally made him quit. Mel had brought me a couple pairs of expensive thong panties. It is something I would never wear, but I put on a pair so Mel could see them. It pleased him very much, especially when I let him remove them for our shower together.

That evening I guess I felt daring. In the shower I fondled and kissed Mel's magnificent manhood while we were showering. He liked it, and I think he wanted me to take that delicious piece of meat dangling in front of me into my mouth, but I stopped short of doing that. After showering and drying each other Mel did something different. He lifted me up and placed me on his very erect sex organ. I did not think I was that juicy, but he was able to impale me on his hard organ and carry me to the bed.

I was glad that Mel had not come over the week before. This week I did not need my diaphragm. When I use my diaphragm I always smell so bad the next morning. I don't know why, but I guess it's a combination of spermicide, my vaginal juices and the semen that don't get along too well.

Thanks to Mel's potent sex organ I had another "first" that evening. Mel brought me to a raging orgasm just before he ejaculated. Then, feeling that his semen was spurting into my very receptive vagina excited me even more; and when he resumed his sexual movements he caused me to climax again. It was wonderful; wonderful to be a woman.

Mel also had another "first" that night. The third time that Mel entered me I wrapped my legs around him and I would not let him pull out. Taking the cue, he continued until he ejaculated for the third time that evening. I was satisfied. Now I knew a man could really do it three times in one evening.

Mel had planned to leave by eleven, but it was almost half-past when he hurriedly dressed and departed. I lay there, sated, satisfied and glowing from our activity. Mel's love again was all over me and the sheet, and I knew I had to change that sheet before my husband came home. I did think about the events of the evening. I was glad that I did not have to use my diaphragm. Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed that I could feel Mel's ejaculations more intensely without the diaphragm in there. I concluded that Mel's semen spurting against my bare cervix is what led to the greater intensity of feeling. And I suppose the volume of semen might also have something to do with it. I thought that sometime I would like to masturbate Mel into a cup so I could see for myself how much he ejaculated. Each of his ejaculations seemed equally copious, but I am sure the volume of semen must be less each time. I think that when a woman knows her partner is genuinely enjoying the sex act by words, hugs and kisses and caresses it enhances her pleasure and leads to more intense orgasms. It does for me. After Mel has his ejaculation and withdraws he always gives me so much love with his kisses, caresses, hugs and words that I really feel I have pleased him. And Mel always thanked me for giving him so much pleasure. The male animal needs the appreciative woman as much as the woman needs him.

I was able to change the sheet and shower before Gary arrived. In fact I was asleep. I noticed it was almost 2 AM. He kissed me and put his hand on my butt. I had my legs tightly together so he could not feel my genitals. I was glad he did not try.

Gary did very little talking the next morning. Did he know what his cheating wife had done last night? He usually talked about his poker game, but that morning he was so silent. I had to make small talk. Even his goodbye kiss that morning was weaker than usual.

Later that morning Mel called me again to thank me for allowing him in my bed, and giving him so much pleasure. "You really emptied my 'balls' last night," he gushed. "I have never shot so much juice into a woman in my life. You've got one hell of a pussy." I don't usually care to hear that kind of talk, but coming from Mel it was okay. I liked it. I knew that I was a woman, a sexual woman.

I told him how Gary had acted that morning, and I asked him if he had mentioned anything to Gary about our planned tryst. He assured me that he had not. I believed him. But that evening Gary still seemed to have something on his mind that he was not willing to share with me.

Before Mel got off the phone he uttered the words that I expected to hear. Mel asked if he could see me again. I had already decided that I definitely desired that we see each other again. The following Wednesday Gary was the host for the card game, so that evening was out. We agreed to have a date the following Wednesday. Just thinking about it excited me. I could hardly wait.

That afternoon the florist delivered a beautiful potted plant. Mel had enclosed a card with a note thanking me again for our evening together. I had to destroy the note, but I hoped the potted plant would serve as a wonderful reminder for a long time in the future.

Our next date began with our shower together. I expected Mel to carry me to the bed again anchored to him by his penis. Instead he carried me like a baby to the bed. Once in bed we did some hugging, kissing and caressing, but Mel did very little touching of my genitals. I did play with his solid erection and the rest of him down there, but he did not reciprocate. I was beginning to think that something was the matter. Then, after moving onto me and giving me a long kiss, Mel looked into my eyes and whispered, "Dee, can I put my 'love muscle' between your upper lips? I would like very much to have you suck the juice out of my 'nuts' for a change."

I had feared that such a thing would happen on one of our dates. My husband had wanted the same thing soon after we were married. I did it a few times, but I did not like it. The only reason that I did it was to please him in a special way after he had done something nice for me. It was a very special treat for him. He always pulled his penis out of my mouth before he ejaculated. During the final weeks of my first pregnancy I did it for Gary's benefit. Again Gary would always withdraw his penis from my mouth before ejaculating. I just could not get myself to permit him to squirt in my mouth. Late in my second pregnancy I fellated him again a few times until one time he ejaculated in my mouth without warning me beforehand. I ran into the bathroom and spat out most of his semen. After gargling I actually sickened and vomited a little. I never let him put his penis in my mouth again.

Mel had such a pleading look in his eyes that evening and I did want to please him, but... . Finally I said that if he would lie on his back I would do it, but not with his penis hovering over me in the position he was now in. I did not want his semen in my mouth, but I knew he wanted to squirt it in there. Mel was aware of my reluctance to have his penis in my mouth, and he promised not to ejaculate in my mouth. Mel promptly moved off me and I moved over him.

It took longer than I had expected. All the time he kept telling me how good it felt, and thanking me for being such a good sport. He told me that he would move his penis from my mouth before ejaculating, but that he preferred not to. I did not say anything, but when he told me that he was going to "shoot" I gripped his penis tightly and said, "It's okay. You can do it in my mouth." Most of his semen ran out of my mouth and down the shaft of his penis where it had come from. Most of the rest I spat into the towel. I wiped the semen from Mel's pubic hair and his penis before lying down again.

Mel tried his best to assuage my feelings over what had just occurred. I believe he was very sincere. We had regular sex later that night, but it was not so great as the first time in my bed. I think having his semen in my mouth dampened my ardor and desire a little. I don't know. I did not have an orgasm the second time we had regular sex. I was feeling much better by then, however.

We lay in bed the last hour just enjoying the closeness. That was the best part of the evening for me, lying there caressing and fondling. Mel did most of the touching and exploring. It was wonderful just lying there in his arms.

We planned our next date while lying there. I told him that I thought we should limit our trysts to about twice a month. I think he wanted to bed me more often, but I reminded him I had a husband, too. He needed me as much as Mel. Before Mel left we agreed to meet in two weeks.

For our next lovemaking tryst in my bedroom I had to use my diaphragm. I wished it were not necessary, but it was the wrong time of the month for me. Precaution is so much better than indiscretion in such intimate matters. Sex was definitely much better without that latex shield protecting my cervix from those millions of swimming little seeds that Mel deposited so forcefully into my very receptive vagina. In addition to the more intense feelings with the unprotected sex I think that the idea that I was tempting fate - the possibility of a pregnancy - enhanced the pleasure. I don't know.

Something happened on our next date that bothered me very much. We always keep our bedroom door partially open at night. Ryan, our older son, has asthma, and we have to be able to hear him if he has an asthma attack. That particular evening we wee having sex when we had an interruption. Mel had just emptied a copious quantity of his semen into me after giving me a wonderful orgasm when Ian, my younger son, came into the bedroom. I saw the door moving open, but I did not see Ian right away. "Momma, I don't feel good," he said. Immediately I tried to get out from under Me. In turn Mel rolled off me and tried to shield me from my son. I grabbed my robe while Mel picked up Ian.

Well, that was the end of our lovemaking for that night. I took Ian into the bathroom to remove his pajamas and clean him. Mel put on his underwear and went out to the kitchen. After I had Ian back in bed I joined Mel. After a rather listless kiss Mel realized that my enthusiasm for sex had waned. No more intimacies that evening. I made coffee, and I cut a piece of cake for Mel. As soon as Mel dressed we had one final hug and kiss before he departed.

When I talked to my son the next morning he never mentioned Mel. I don't think he was aware that Mel was the man who had picked him up. I believe he thought it was his father. I hoped that was the case. Anyway, Ian never mentioned it.

The next time Mel and I had sex my husband discovered that I was cuckolding him. He arrived home very early from his poker game, and he had spotted Mel's car parked out front. Just at that moment Mel left our house and went to his car. Later Gary told me he had left his poker game early because of a splitting headache. I thought that he was not telling the whole truth, but I never said anything. Mel had left early also that evening to go to the airport. If my husband would have come home ten minutes earlier he would have caught Mel and me in bed.
I did not hear my husband enter the house. He must have moved very quietly to the bathroom where I was busy washing out Mel's contributions to our lovemaking. He was probably watching me for several seconds before I noticed him. His presence startled me. He stood there motionless in the bathroom doorway. He started to say something, but suddenly turned and went into the bedroom. I joined him in the bed a few minutes later. I had planned to change the damp sheet, but it was too late for that.

I expected a tirade of rancor to be hurled at me. I know I deserved it, but it did not happen. We lay there in silence for a minute or two before he began to talk. "Well, Dee, `did you and Mel have fun?" I'll bet Mel really pumped you full of juice tonight." I started to say something, but before I could his questions began. "How many times did he unload his 'nuts' in you?"

That time he did wait for a reply. I did not want to lie to him, but I guess I did bend the truth a little. I did not want to hurt his ego. Using one of Mel's favorite expressions I replied, "He 'popped his nuts' in me twice," I replied tersely. Then I added, "We did stay joined together for quite a while and just enjoyed the feelings."

"Did he get you off, too?" was his next question. I only had one climax that evening, but I decided I better tell Gary that I had two orgasms to justify having sex twice. Mel did want to bring me manually to another orgasm, but I stopped him. I had been sitting on him, and when he told me to stop moving or he would "pop his 'nuts'" I told him to go ahead. In fact I speeded up my rocking motions until he had finished his orgasm.

"I sure hope you washed all his juice out of there." Gary did not really raise his voice. He did not sound angry, just perhaps disgusted. I did not particularly like his choice of words, and I used words that I never use, either, but it could have been worse. However there was no tirade. He did not yell at me or do anything to hurt me physically.

We did lie in bed - but far apart - for a long time talking it over. Gary told me that he had suspected I was having sex with Mel. He told me that he did not mind my having sex with Mel, but he did not want it done behind his back. "It's my fault that Mel ever got into your pussy in the first place. I don't mind you getting your 'cunt' poked by Mel, and I guess it is okay to let him pump you full of his sperm, but I sure don't want to see your belly swell from it. Don't you dare let that happen!" He reached over and patted my belly as he spoke.

I assured Gary that I was always using my diaphragm, although that was not true. I said it merely to make my husband feel a little better. I admitted to him that I should not be doing what I was doing with Mel, and that I would never do it again without his knowledge and permission. I worried that sex with Mel would never be quite so good again. Being daring and doing the forbidden is always more thrilling.

Gary suggested one thing that night that I just could not do. He wanted to watch Mel making love to me. I just could not agree to that. There was no way that I could have sex with another man in front of my husband.

Gary did not press his voyeur desires any further that evening, for which I was thankful. He did opine that having sex with Mel about twice a month was not too much. I squeezed his hand when he made that remark, but I remained silent.

Before I fell asleep that evening I gave a little thought to remarks that both Gary and Mel had repeatedly uttered to me since I first had sex with Mel. Their often-crude remarks concerned their testicles. Although my husband knew better he would often utter words that a man's semen was coming from his testicles. Mel made similar remarks. I often thought about correcting Mel's utterances when he talked about emptying his testicles during sex, and telling me that I had drained them completely. At that time I did think Mel actually believed that all his semen was coning from his precious testicles. I did not know whether he was joking when he would remark that one testicle was empty, but the other one was still full. He made it sound so real. I wonder how many men really believe that. . . ..

CHAPTER 3

Before I started having sex with Mel I was having sex with my husband a little less than once a week. It was almost always spontaneous, and it was always in the evening. If Gary hugged me when he got in bed it was a good sign that he would make love to me. I had long ago ceased trying to initiate love play with him unless he was in a very receptive mood for sex play. That seemed to be coming less and less frequent until I began having sex with Mel. If my husband was not in the mood for sex there was nothing I could do to encourage him. I would have preferred more intimacy, but not necessarily intercourse. After Mel became my lover my husband did want sex a little more often, and he started spending more time in intimate fondling and love play. The sex that followed was better sex, too. Gary knew that he could have me almost any time he wanted. I never refused him, even if I did not have the desire.

One thing did change after Gary gave me permission to have sex with Mel. After I did have sex with Mel he always wanted to know everything Mel and I had done in our bed, but he never touched me down below after I had sex with Mel. I was extra glad of that when I did not use my diaphragm, which I did whenever possible. When Gary would get in bed with me after my extramarital sex activity with Mel I almost always pretended to be asleep. Gary would feel the washcloth between my legs, but that was all. But soon he began remaining in bed for a while after the alarm went off in the morning to ask me the inevitable questions about my previous evening activity with Mel. While we talked he would explore me down below. Sometimes we would have a "quicky". With very little foreplay he would move onto me and enter me. It was not very exciting or arousing, but I never stopped him or complained. Usually he would thrust quickly until he ejaculated, but sometimes he would just do a little quick thrusting before pulling out and rushing into the bathroom. He was very unpredictable. I never tried to stop him, but I certainly never encouraged him, either. I had to hurry to fix his breakfast before I had my shower. I think I liked him better if he did have an ejaculation. He seemed to be more talkative at the breakfast table.

One nice thing that Mel did during our lovemaking I really liked, and I tried to get Gary to do it, too. After Mel and I had completed the sex act he would always hug me and fondle me gently. As soon as he had another erection he would often enter me again, usually lying alongside me and lifting my leg over his. We would lie in that position for a long while until it got too tiring for me. I really liked lying there that way. I told Gary how much I liked it, so he tried. It was okay, but he would soften so quickly and could not remain joined to me. I did appreciate his effort, and it did make our intimacies more enjoyable.

Although some of the thrill of illicit sex was now gone, it did have some good consequences. A couple times on Gary's poker nights Mel would take me out to dinner, bringing me home just in time for Gary to leave for his game. Although I would never allow my husband to watch me in bed with my lover, I did start kissing Mel openly in front of him if our sons were not present. Sometimes Mel went a little farther than merely kissing, and my husband seemed to approve. He would even utter words to Mel, egging him on. I did tell my husband a couple times to watch his language. I did not care for his words and expressions.

One Saturday night Mel took me out to dinner. After attending a play at the university , which Gary would never do, Mel took me into his condo. His sister was gone, but his mother was in her room. We kept our voices down, and Mel made much less noise while we were having sex than he usually did at my house.

My husband had persuaded Mel to take some pictures of us together nude. Very reluctantly I had agreed, but I did not expect Mel to take such intimate and revealing pictures as he did. First Mel took some snapshots of me lying on the bed; and then I took some photos of him. Next came some close-ups of my pudendum. Contrary to my wishes he took some photos of his penis entering my vagina. The most disgusting photos were taken with me on my hands and knees, with Mel's semen leaking out of me. I was sorry I ever agreed to be photographed, but I guess I did owe it to my husband.

Mel did not bring me home until well past midnight that photography night. My husband seemed happy that I had such a wonderful evening, and he said that he could hardly wait to see the pictures Mel's sex organ penetrating me. I was shocked and dismayed at his words. Obviously he had known in advance that Mel was going to take some very revealing pictures of our lovemaking that evening. How could he condone such a nasty thing? Contrarily, I hoped that something would happen to Mel's camera, and that he would be unable to download the photos to his computer.

As usual, Gary wanted all the details of my night out, and as usual I never lied to him. But of course I did not tell him everything, either.

The next time Mel came over he brought copies of the pictures he had taken in his bedroom. Many of them were too disgusting, and I did not care to look at them. The one picture I did like was the full-body picture of Mel that I had taken. My husband let me keep that picture for myself. The most revolting picture that I wish I could have destroyed showed me on my knees, with Mel's semen seeping out of my vagina. Gary went crazy over that disgusting picture. When Mel took that photo I was unaware that I was "leaking" like that. It was a very undignified photo, and I wanted to destroy it. I am happy to say that I managed to destroy most of those pictures. Gary never knew until they were long gone.

Gary had asked me several times about the size of Mel's sex organ, and I had told him the truth every time. He had never believed me until he saw those pictures. "You were telling me the truth," he remarked. His "cock" is no bigger than mine. I always thought that black guys had bigger "cocks" than us whites. I actually figured you liked him just for his big tool. He stared at one picture that showed Mel's scrotum. "I think he does have bigger 'nuts' than mine. I'll bet he pumps twice as much sperm into you as I do." I had to agree with him, and I wanted to say something, but I thought it best to keep such observations to myself.

I did get upset over comments my husband made at one of his poker games. I had been having sex with my lover for about eight months when the wife of one of the card players visited me. She told me that at a recent card game at her house my husband had told the players that I had a black lover who came over quite often to make love to me. I did not know what to say. I had known the woman for several years, but we were not close friends. She went on to tell me about an affair she had with a black man when she was in college, and how she liked it so much. I admitted that I had a black lover, but I told her very little. I did yell at my husband that evening for shooting off his mouth. He only laughed, and said he did not think it was any big deal. "Every guy at the games says his wife has screwed some other guy. I'm different. My wife only fucks blacks," he smirked. I thought it was very crude and callous to air such intimate details of our sex life. I would never dream of telling stories about my perfidy to any acquaintances.

I told Mel what that woman told me. He assured me that he had never mentioned our relationship to anyone. When he was at the card games with my husband he had never heard my husband mention anything about my sex life. After we talked about it, Mel did admit that he had mentioned to acquaintances that he was fucking a married white "cunt" with her husband's permission. He insisted he never mentioned any names, and that he never would. I wanted to believe him, but I know how men like to brag.

One evening soon after the photography incident I heard some words from my son that almost caused me to break off our relationship. Mel was playing with my boys as usual before chaperoning them to bed. He had barely returned to me when Ian called out for Mel. Mel headed to the boys' bedroom and I followed behind. Ian said as he giggled, "We want to ask you something, Uncle Mel. It is a secret. We don't want our mother to hear it."That was followed by more giggles. When he said that it was a secret I was very curious, so I stayed outside the room and listened.

Both boys were now giggling loudly. Then I heard Ian say, "Are you going to fuck our mommy tonight?" Then the giggling really got loud. There was a long pause before I heard Mel's voice. "Well, do you want me to?" was Mel's reply.

"Yes!" Two voices shouted in unison. Mel hugged each of the boys again, then came out with a big grin on his face.

"Well, now I have the whole family's approval to screw you," he remarked with a broad grin. I think I gave him a disdainful look. I told him that Ryan must have told Ian to say that. I am sure that Ian, who had just turned four, had no idea of the meaning of the word.

That night, for the first time, Mel brought up the dreaded word - PREGNANCY. He had used that word a few times, but it was especially disconcerting to me that night. It was the eighteenth day of my cycle. I should have put in my diaphragm, but I had decided to be daring. Anyway, Mel brought up the subject by saying that maybe he should help my sons get a baby sister. "I am sure they would approve if I 'knocked you up,' he said. "They have given me approval to sow my seed in you, and I think it might be nice to let the seeds sprout. It would all be part of the family.

We did talk about pregnancy for quite a while. Gary and I had been talking recently about trying to have another baby. We both wanted a girl to complete our family. And we now felt we could afford another baby. We had tentatively decided that after Ian started school we would try to have another baby. Of course, Mel would not be in the picture for that.

I did not want to tell my husband about Ian using the "F" word that way, but I decided I better. It did not bother Gary nearly so much as it had me. We did make one change, though. Instead of coming at eight o'clock, Mel began arriving at nine. A couple times he was still there when Gary returned, but usually he was gone long before midnight.

One Friday evening Mel took my sons and me to a puppet show sponsored by a charity organization for underprivileged children. He invited Gary to go with us as a representative of his company, but Gary did not care for activities like that. Mel was a big donor to it, and he told me that most of the donors were black businessmen. Most of them are or were athletes. Many of them and their wives or girlfriends were there helping out.

I was struck by the number of white women married to the black men. Several had their biracial children with them. Mel introduced me to a few of the men and their white wives. He told them I was a friend. I was glad that he did not call me his girlfriend.

One man had played football with Mel in college. He had two pretty biracial daughters about ten or twelve, and his wife was obviously pregnant again. He patted her belly and said, "She's got a boy in there this time." It made me shudder. That guy did ask Mel if he was going to make me his wife. He leaned closer to Mel and whispered, "You need some kids, Mel. You gotta make a black baby in your woman." I had to turn away. That man's words and smirking smile sent chills all through me.

On the way home I remarked to Mel about all the biracial couples. He said that white women like black athletes. "They like that big bat and the heavy balls they've got to play the game of love with." He laughed as he patted my abdomen. "Wouldn't it be nice to grow a black baby in there?" he teased as he patted me again. I broke out in goose bumps. I started to say something, but my boys were all ears.

Gary had to occasionally go out of town to repossess or pick up vehicles. One week he flew to Iowa with a couple other employees to pick up buses. He gave me permission to go out with Mel Saturday night if I could find a babysitter. He said that he did not want me to invite Mel to spend the night with me in our bed, but he did not say I could not spent the night with .Unknown to me he told Mel the same thing. Well, Mel called and asked if I would like to spend the weekend with him at a fancy resort a couple hours drive away. He offered to pay for a babysitter for the entire weekend. I asked my sister if my boys could stay with her and their cousins. I told her that Gary's employer would pay her to babysit the boys. I did not go into details, and she did not ask. She knew that some extramarital adventure was involved. Friday afternoon I took the boys to their aunt's, and Mel picked me up later for the drive to the resort. We had to stop for dinner, so it was almost ten o'clock when we reached the place. Mel was visibly tired, and he told me that he almost called to cancel our trip. We went down to the spa and sat in the warm water. That felt so good, and it perked up Mel. We did have to endure a lot of stares and disapproving scowls from the guests. They were mostly older people, and they did not like to see a white woman with a black man.

Mel was perfectly content to lie in bed and let me be in charge. We did some hugging and kissing, but not so much as usual. I don't believe he touched me down below until we had a long goodnight kiss. I don't know what possessed me, but feeling Mel's flaccid member pressing against my back caused me to reach around and play with it. Well, soon it was very turgid. In that nice position he managed to enter me from behind. If felt so good. I was content just to feel his male member in me, and soon I was asleep.

Mel still did not feel too keen in the morning. We lay in bed cuddling and kissing for at least an hour, not being in any hurry to arise. We did have sex before we left the bed, but Mel definitely was not at his best that morning.

We went horseback riding that morning. That was the first time I had ever been on a horse, except on the merry-go-round. Mel was a good rider, and he tried to help me. We had to have a lady accompany us. She was not too friendly toward me - I wonder why?

After a delightful swim Mel felt much better. Once back in our room he was his real self. We just lay on the bed joined together for about an hour, cuddling and watching TV, before Mel brought me manually to an orgasm. Then he had his orgasm in me. "No sense wasting all that good sperm when I have a delicious receptacle to put it in," he joked. I did not appreciate his choice of words.

That night the spa was very crowded. We went into the sauna, which was quite an experience. I was the only woman with six men. Two of the men were naked. They had obviously been drinking too much. One of them made a lewd remark implying that I liked getting my pussy filled with black "pussy juice", and they speculated that I might already be pregnant. I had to drag Mel out of there. He was ready to fight all five of those guys.

While we were drinking in the bar later four of those men from the sauna came in and sat at a table near us. After our second drink Mel stood and said loud enough for those guys to hear, "Okay, Honey, let's go up to our room so I can fill you up with some black 'pussy juice'." He smirked at those men as we walked out arm-in-arm. I was smiling at them, too.

It was a wonderful, relaxing night. I did not have to worry about any distractions, which really helped. And after we had both satisfied each other it was time to sleep. After I finally rolled over to go to sleep Mel asked in a whisper, "Dee, can I park my meat in your pussy for a little while? It felt so good that way last night." I was glad to let him do that. After he entered me I think I was asleep in two minutes
I awakened a couple times when I felt Mel moving very slowly and softly inside me. His soft movements awakened me a couple times more, but I returned to sleep immediately. Finally his somewhat deeper thrusting awakened me once again. Then he pushed in hard and had his ejaculation. I squeezed his hand to let him know that I was aware that he had given me more of his seemingly inexhaustible supply of semen. I looked at the clock. It was almost two o'clock. Mel had been joined with me for well over two hours. What a man! My husband did that occasionally, but he always fell out in less than fifteen minutes. It was wonderful.

By morning my period had begun. I was two days early. When I informed Mel and mentioned that I was early he laughed and said it was due to his deep drilling inside me during the night. Maybe it was true. Anyway, no more fun for Mel. I do not have sex during my period - period. I know that many women do, but I never have and I never will.

Mel always called me the day after we had sex to thank me and tell me how much he appreciated me. The only times he told me that he loved me were when we were having sex, and then he only uttered those words a few times. However he always thanked me before he left my bed. Usually a day or two later he would send me flowers and candy for the boys. A few times he gave me a nice gift or a gift certificate. He had very good taste, and every jewelry gift was very nice. I did not like to have him buy me intimate clothing. I preferred a gift card so I could buy my own. I never liked to have Gary buy me underwear, either, but he used to do that for Christmas.

About six weeks after we had spent that nice weekend at the upscale resort Mel called to give me some intriguing news. He had to go to a business meeting in Las Vegas. He had been given a three-night package, complete with airfare and accommodations, for him and his spouse. Of course he had no spouse, but he wanted me to accompany him. "I only have to make a couple appearances at meetings, so most of the time I can be with you," said Mel. He said that he would ask Gary at work that day if he would object to having me go with him - that is if I wanted to go. Well, you know my answer. Of course I wanted to go. So Mel got together with my husband, and my husband was agreeable. I really did not expect my husband to agree to my spending three nights with my lover, but Gary assured me that evening that he did not mind if I wanted to go. That surprised me. Gary had not been too keen on my accompanying Mel on that weekend rip earlier; and whenever he had to be gone overnight or longer to get cars he would not allow me to have Mel come over.

Mel made all the arrangements the next day. The trip would be the following week, leaving on Tuesday and returning Friday. Gary volunteered to take his vacation time to stay home with our sons, but my sister agreed to take my boys for the four days.

Preparing for my trip was so exciting. I thought of Mel, but I also thought about my wonderful husband. I am a very lucky wife to have such a kind and loving husband who is truly interested in pleasing his wife.

CHAPTER 4

Tuesday morning Gary drove me and the boys to the airport. Gary wanted to go into the terminal with me, but I preferred to leave him at the curb. I did not want my sons to know I was going away with Mel. Also I thought it might be a little awkward to have both my lovers together, with one saying goodbye and the other leading me away. I did hug my husband tightly, and I again thanked him for allowing me to go with Mel. "Keep your panties on as much as you can," whispered Gary. My reply was only a smile and another tight hug.

We were seated in first-class on the plane. We had a delightful breakfast, and Mel had two or three cocktails afterward. He had asked me to wear a dress on te flight, and soon I understood why. The drinks made him rather lovey-dovey, and I had to contend with his wandering hand sliding up under my dress. I was glad that the other passenger could not see it, but the flight attendant did. I think she stopped at our seats so often just to see what Mel was doing. Finally I told him to stop. Then he was content to put his arm around me, which led to disapproving stares from the passing passengers. Mel also began making some vulgar comments which I did not care to hear. I think it was the alcohol casing such talk. One comment which Mel made I still remember: "I'm gonna pump so much juice into you that it'll be squirting out of your ears," he said as he squeezed my hand. In the next three days he tried his best to prove that it was not an idle remark.

As soon as we reached our hotel room that Tuesday afternoon Mel grabbed ne in a tight embrace and again iterated what he had in store for me. At the time I did not pay much attention to his boasting. I knew he wanted lots of sex, but I had already concluded that his bark was worse than his bite. Then, before we unpacked Mel began undressing me. "My 'balls' have been begging my 'cock' to empty them for over a week now. They are bursting with seed and begging to be emptied. You're gonna get the biggest load in your pussy that you have ever had", he uttered as he picked me up and placed me on the bed. With very little foreplay he soon entered me and began pumping harder than he ever had. Very soon he began moaning, "Oh, ooh, ooh, oh God, oooh!" Mel never said anything while he was ejaculating, but he certainly did that time. Usually Mel continued gently thrusting after his climax, but that time he just collapsed on me with all his weight for a few seconds before rolling off me.

That was a 'first' for Mel. He always was so concerned over giving me sexual pleasure, but that time he left the bed and began dressing almost immediately. He did help me to my feet and gave me a soft kiss before saying, "God, you really emptied me, Dee. I think that was the biggest 'load' I ever dumped into any 'cunt'." In a few minutes I agreed with that statement. His semen leaked out of me all afternoon. Although I never came close to having an orgasm I was glad that I had caused my lover to be so sated. I think that we women derive almost as much pleasure out of satisfying our lovers' sexual needs as we get from an orgasm. At least I do.

That sex act was only a preview of what was to come on my Las Vegas trip. I think we had sex twelve times on that trip, but it might have been more. Most semen is supposedly absorbed, but not for me. It all seems to leak out, and I had a napkin in my panties almost all the time we were together on that trip.

As soon as we were again dressed we finally unpacked. That took quite a while. Mel was in a very passionate mood, and it was all I could do to get my clothes on without having Mel copulate with me again. Then we finally went downstairs to the casino.

Mel had to leave right away for a couple hours to attend a business meeting. He gave me fifty dollars to gamble away. I was able to play the quarter slot machines for a couple hours, and I was ready to quit when Mel returned . Instead we stayed for another hour. I lost all my money, and Mel lost a great deal at the blackjack table. Mel insisted on going to another casino for dinner, and it was after ten o'clock before we were back in our room.

What a wonderful night! After our shower and very satisfying sex Mel had me so sexually satisfied I wanted only to sleep. As usual, Mel had taken his time with me, using his tongue very effectively before inserting his wonderful penis to finish the sex act. I fell asleep joined to Mel by his gorgeous "love muscle", as he called his male appendage. We lay cuddled closely, with my back against his belly. About an hour later I awakened to the pleasant feelings of his penis moving slowly back and forth inside my vagina. That culminated in another flood of semen into me. It felt good, and I squeezed Mel's hand to let him know that I was aware of what he had just squirted more of his semen into me.

In the morning I awakened before Mel. Lying there waiting for Mel to awaken I thought about my darling husband. I was grateful that I had a husband who was willing to allow his wife to have such extramarital pleasure. I loved him even more for his sacrifices.

When Mel awakened his tumescent sex organ was ripe and ready, and we had a wonderful half hour in bed before having a joint shower. I needed that shower badly, and we lingered there for a long time before drying and dressing.

After breakfast we did more gambling. That morning Mel gave me more money before he left again for a meeting. By the time he returned for lunch I had more than doubled my money.

After lunch Mel had to have more sex. It was his dessert, he said. I felt in a good mood, too, after winning some money, but I did not like the inconvenience and messiness involved. After cleaning up we went shopping. We were planning to go to a club that Mel had visited on an earlier trip. I think he was anxious to take me there to display his "trophy" to the lusting black men there. We found a beautiful evening dress, but the price was too much. Well, Mel bought it anyway, in spite of my protests.

We took a cab to the nightclub after dinner. I was not exactly thrilled with it. There were a few black males with their white wives or girlfriends, but I never saw one white male. Two of the white women were obviously pregnant. One of them looked so sad and tired. I shuddered just thinking about it. Most of the white women were plump and I would say slovenly. In contrast, most of the black women were slimmer and more tastefully dressed.

Mel was not a good dancer, but he tried. He did allow me to dance with other men. In fact he encouraged me. I must have danced with at least six different partners, all good dancers. Their mouths were another matter. The language they used and the comments they made were revolting. I think every partner managed to press his eager sex organ against my belly. That did not bother me, and a couple times I actually encouraged it. A few of them bragged about how large their male members were, and what they would like to do to me with it. It made me sick. Why do men think that all women enjoy such filth?

Back in our room we had wonderful sex again. It was already after midnight, but after our lovemaking Mel dressed and went downstairs to play played poker. He returned a couple hours later, having won over $800. And once in bed he wanted sex again. I compromised, allowing him to put his eager penis into my still well-lubricated vagina before I turned my back to him, cuddling tightly, and I went back to sleep.

Some time later his short, gentle thrusting awakened me; and very soon I again felt the warmth of his seemingly inexhaustible supply of seminal fluid inside me. It was almost six o'clock; so While he slept I showered and went down to have breakfast.

That last evening we went to a big floor show. Mel did not like it, but I did. We were back in our room by eleven. It was the tenth day of my menstrual cycle, and I told Mel that there would be no more sex after that night. I had not brought my diaphragm. We again had some very satisfying sex before Mel went back downstairs to play cards.

Mel did not return until after four o'clock in the morning. He was quite excited, explaining that he had won over $1200 at the card table. His exploring hands let me know that he wanted more sex. I wanted to keep him out of me, but he ignored my evasive actions. I finally relented when he asked in his soft, sweet pleading way if he could put his penis in me, promising that he would not ejaculate in my vagina. He said he just wanted to go to sleep joined with me this one final time.

I did not go back to sleep right away after we were joined. I did not trust him, and I was hoping that he would fall asleep and then I could squeeze him out. Unfortunately I fell asleep joined to him. I think that when he realized I was asleep he must have begun slowly pumping his penis inside me. I awakened when he pushed his tumescent organ as deeply as he could into me and let his fecundating fluid gush into my vagina. I immediately rolled out of bed. Sleep was out of the question. I was very angry and disappointed that he would betray me that way. He told me that he was so sorry, and that his seed spurted out before he expected it. That was a big lie. I am sure that all males know ahead of time some way or other. I washed as much of him out of me as I could before showering and wiping off more of his dripping semen. Then I dressed and went downstairs.

It was already nearing seven o'clock. I was too upset to eat right away, so I played a slot machine for about a half hour and won about twenty dollars. While eating breakfast I bought a keno ticket, and I won almost $300. I decided to stay downstairs a little while longer, and that cost me about half my winnings before I went back to our room.

When I returned to our room about nine o'clock I awakened Mel. We had to leave for the airport in another hour. Mel had to shave and shower, and I warned him that he might not have time for breakfast. I began changing into my dress for the plane ride home, but just when I was undressed Mel came out of the shower. He was nude and I was only in my panties. He grabbed me, threw me on the bed, and began making love to me. With very little foreplay he was soon inside me, and began pumping like crazy. He had never done anything like that before. He was wild and determined to mate with me like a feral animal. It seemed like a long time, but it was over quickly. Pushing in very hard, he stopped as deep inside me as he could push, and again released a torrent of semen into my unwilling vagina. My God! That was the last thing I wanted. I had to struggle to get him off me. I realized he was doing his best to keep his fecundating fluid inside me. I began crying, and that did it. He moved off me and began dressing. I rushed into the bathroom. It was the eleventh day of my cycle. I did not want those sperm cells swimming any farther up inside me.

By the time we finished checking out it was half-past eleven. We had to hurry.

CHAPTER 5

Our taxi ride to the airport was made in silence. When we first entered the cab Mel said in a whisper, "I'm sorry.' He squeezed my hand, and held it all the way. I never said a word. I was still shocked and angry at Mel's actions that morning. Even worse, I was apprehensive. All kinds of thought were going through my mind. I could imagine - and even imagined I could feel - all those sperm cells of Mel's frantically swimming around inside me, endeavoring to find an egg waiting to be penetrated. I could picture those flagellating creatures fighting to get through my cervix.

I w so angry at Mel. He had always treated me so nice. When we had sex he was always so considerate and caring, always hesitating if he thought I might be feeling any discomfort. I think my husband was as gentle, or even gentler, than most spouses, but Mel was a paragon.

Had I done something to offend him or excite him to a much higher level? In my mind I began to compare Gary and Mel, which I knew I should not do. During the sex act Mel was so very gentle and usually very tentative. He always kept all his weight off me, which my husband sometimes neglected to do. Mel always entered me so slowly. His long, slow thrusts always so aroused me. Even nicer, he always stopped during the act to kiss me all around my face and neck, and any other place he could reach while we were joined. I so enjoyed his gentle suckling on my breasts during those pauses. Only before he was ready to have his climax would he change his thrusting to shorter and quicker strokes. When he would push in slightly farther and stop thrusting I knew he was ejaculating. After most of his ejaculating had ceased he would again resume his gentle thrusting, unless he was aware that I had just had an orgasm. In that case he would stop and kiss me so passionately. My husband was quite different. He wanted to stroke faster as soon as he entered me. I had got him to slow down after I told him how Mel did it. He still would not stop to kiss and fondle me like Mel did, but he was improving. We still had a weight problem. Gary often was not too gentle.

While deep in reflection another thought crossed my mind. Could Mel possibly have been deliberately attempting to impregnate me? Contrary to his usual practice, I realized that Mel had pushed in extra firmly while he was ejaculating. When he practically raped me that second time he deliberately held his ejaculating penis firmly as far as he could, and he held it there for a couple minutes. I did not remember whether he moved out of me voluntarily, or whether I had been able to move. In any case I suspected I knew why he did what he did.

It was good that we were traveling first class. If we would have had to wait longer for the security check we would have missed our flight. The plane boarding was almost complete when we boarded. The napkin I had placed in my panties was saturated, thanks to Mel's copious contribution just before we left our room. It was a very uncomfortable plane ride.

Once in our seats Mel squeezed my hand and again said he was sorry. After we had a glass of wine Mel asked for permission to put his arm around me. I hesitated, not because I did not want his arm, but because the elderly woman across the aisle was glaring at me. Once his arm was around me he began talking. "I am so sorry for the way I treated you this morning, Dee. I know I hurt you all because of my selfish desire. I promise I will never act like that again."

Mel then went on to tell me what I had already suspected. "When you told me last night that you were entering your fertile period I got some wild thoughts. I decided that I wanted to be a daddy, and I wanted you to be the mommy of my baby. I confess I have had thoughts like that before, but never so strongly. When I got into bed early this morning and you let me into your pussy I decided I might as well go for it. I would get into you as far as I could and hold my cock tight in you to keep my seed from leaking out. You moved away so fast that it did not work.

"Well, when I came out of the shower this morning I got wild looking at you and just had to put more seed into you. That time I was able to keep you plugged up for a minute or two. I know it was cruel and selfish." He squeezed my hand harder, looked directly into my eyes and added, "I hope you are pregnant."

Mel went on to tell me that if he did impregnate me he would pay all medical expenses involved and see that the baby was well provided for. After hearing his words I was no longer angry at him. Mel would probably be a good father, but I did not want to be the mother of his baby.

I did a lot of thinking on that trip home, and I decided that I would try to get the morning-after pill from my doctor, just in case one of his sperm cells succeeded in reaching my egg. While we were waiting for our luggage I used Mel's cell phone to call my doctor. It was too late. Her office was already closed for the weekend.

Gary had just returned with our sons when Mel brought me home. I was hoping we would arrive before Gary returned. I did not want my sons to see Mel bringing me home from the airport. I was glad that Mel did not stay. Gary was very cordial to Mel, but I an sure there was a lot of electricity in the air. It was best they stay apart for a few days. Anything they wanted to discuss could be done the next Monday at work

I had missed my boys, and our family spent a nice evening together. I think my sons were happier to see me than my husband. They wanted to know all about the airplane ride, and whether it was scary. I had brought them some souvenirs, and they were thrilled over those little mementos.

After the boys were in bed I had some nice quiet time with my husband. But, inevitably, the questions came. I was expecting to be quizzed, and I knew I had to be truthful. "How many times did he 'poke' you?" was the first question. "Oh, quite a few," was my reply.
"How many times is that? I'm sure he 'screwed' you every morning and every night, didn't he?"

It took me a few moments to frame my answer. "Yes, he did it every morning and every night, too." I did not go into more details, but he had more questions.

"Did you use your diaphragm?"

"No. I did not need it on those days. Besides I have to leave it in at least eight hours, and it would have not been practical. I had deliberately left my night stand drawer slightly ajar before I had left for the airport, and it was closed when I returned. I knew that Gary had checked to see whether I had taken my diaphragm with me.

I did volunteer the information that I went to sleep each night with Mel's sex organ inside me. I had mentioned that to Gary after I had spent those nights with Mel at that spa. I hoped that Gary would try it more often if I mentioned it.

Gary still wanted more details about my sex activity with Mel, and I did my best to answer them honestly. I did tell him that I had a wonderful time, and that I loved him very much for allowing me to cuckold him, and I think I proved it with all my hugs and kisses.

And I told him about all our other activities, including the shopping and purchase of the expensive evening dress Mel had purchased for me. Later I put it on for Gary to see. "Well, having a boyfriend who doesn't have family bills to pay is the best kind. He sure spends the money on you," observed Gary.

Gary was extra loving that evening, and I was very receptive to his lovemaking. I had already discovered that my talking about my sex activities with Mel arouses him, and it was very evident that evening. He is not the gentlest man in the world in bed, but I did not complain. He was eager for sex, and he deserved to take it the way he wanted it. I did have to push his mouth away twice when his tongue got overzealous licking my clitoris. I really was not in the mood for sex, but he deserved it, and I wanted it only for one reason. I would much rather have my husband's sperm impregnate me than any other man's.

The next morning I awakened when Gary went to the bathroom. I decided it might be a good idea to have more of my husband's seed in me, so I began fondling Gary's sex organ. It worked. He had been only half-asleep, and I soon had him wide awake with a very nice erection. I pretended that I was very eager to receive him, and he entered me after barely touching me down below. Surprisingly I liked it. We seldom had sex in the morning, so it was different. And Gary lasted much longer than usual before giving me more of his seed. I did not have an orgasm, but that was alright. I think it bolstered my darling husband's ego, and he was so nice and sweet all that weekend.

Right after breakfast I began calling to get a morning-after pill. I called the hospital emergency room. The supervisor told me that I would have to enter the ER as a patient in order to have a doctor see me. The hospital bill, plus the doctor fee, would be about $400.

Next I called Planned Parenthood. The woman there said that the nurse practitioner would not be in until Monday morning, but I could get a prescription at that time. That would be too late. It must be taken within 72 hours of intercourse. I called the Raper Relief Hotline, but they only help rape victims or minors. No luck getting that pill.

I decided not to bother my husband with my troubles. If I were pregnant he would be the first to receive the news. After all, the chances I had been impregnated were quite slim. Gary and I had sex without my diaphragm several times on the eleventh, and even the twelfth day, of my cycle.

One other thing happened that morning that was very disconcerting, and it turned out to be an omen of things to come. I was hugging my son Ian when he turned to me and asked, "Did you get 'knocked up' on your trip, Mommy?" he asked me so innocently. At first I did not think I had heard him correctly, but I knew I had.

"Where did you hear anything like that?" I asked him.

"Daddy told Aunt Thelma that he was afraid you might get 'knocked up' on your trip," said my son. Then he put his arm around me and said, "I'm glad you didn't get 'knocked up', Mommy." Of course he had no idea what the words meant. He was only parroting what he had heard. I hoped that Ryan had not heard his dad say those words, He might know more about such things than I thought he did.

Monday morning Mel sent me flowers with a nice thank-you note. He also sent me a gift certificate for a local department store. I did not realize he had won over $1200 playing cards that last night in the casino. I knew he had won over $800 earlier. The gift certificate was in gratitude for giving him such good luck.

That was not the only good thing to come out of my trip. A few days later Mel called to tell me that he had received a notice that Mrs. Deena Williams had won a raffle prize of a two-night hotel package. Mel had written my name on the back of a business card and placed it in the box at one of his business meeting. We both laughed about it, and I told him that perhaps his sister could use it. About a month later Mel told me that one of his employees was able to use it. My plane ticket had been issued for Mrs. Williams, as well as the hotel reservation. I had been addressed as Mrs. Williams three or four times in our hotel. I did not mind, but I would never want that name in real life. Gary had just returned with our sons when Mel brought me home. I was hoping we would arrive before Gary returned. I did not want my sons to see Mel bringing me home from the airport. I was glad that Mel did not stay. Gary was very cordial to Mel, but I an sure there was a lot of electricity in the air. It was best they stay apart for a few days. Anything they wanted to discuss could be done the next Monday at work

I had missed my boys, and our family spent a nice evening together. I think my sons were happier to see me than my husband. They wanted to know all about the airplane ride, and whether it was scary. I had brought them some souvenirs, and they were thrilled over those little mementos.

After the boys were in bed I had some nice quiet time with my husband. But, inevitably, the questions came. I was expecting to be quizzed, and I knew I had to be truthful. "How many times did he poke' you?" was the first question.

"Oh, quite a few," was my reply.

"How many times is that? I'm sure he 'screwed' you every morning and every night, didn't he?"

It took me a few moments to frame my answer. "Yes, he did it every morning and every night, too." I did not go into more details, but he had more questions.

"Did you use your diaphragm?"

"No. I did not need it on those days. Besides I have to leave it in at least eight hours, and it would have not been practical. I had deliberately left my night stand drawer slightly ajar before I had left for the airport, and it was closed when I returned. I knew that Gary had checked to see whether I had taken my diaphragm with me.

I did volunteer the information that I went to sleep each night with Mel's sex organ inside me. I had mentioned that to Gary after I had spent those nights with Mel at that spa. I hoped that Gary would try it more often if I mentioned it.

Gary still wanted more details about my sex activity with Mel, and I did my best to answer them honestly. I did tell him that I had a wonderful time, and that I loved him very much for allowing me to cuckold him, and I think I proved it with all my hugs and kisses.

And I told him about all our other activities, including the shopping and purchase of the expensive evening dress Mel had purchased for me. Later I put it on for Gary to see. "Well, having a boyfriend who doesn't have family bills to pay is the best kind. He sure spends the money on you," observed Gary.

Gary was extra loving that evening, and I was very receptive to his lovemaking. I had already discovered that my talking about my sex activities with Mel arouses him, and it was very evident that evening. He is not the gentlest man in the world in bed, but I did not complain. He was eager for sex, and he deserved to take it the way he wanted it. I did have to push his mouth away twice when his tongue got overzealous licking my clitoris. I really was not in the mood for sex, but he deserved it, and I wanted it only for one reason. I would much rather have my husband's sperm impregnate me than any other man's.

The next morning I awakened when Gary went to the bathroom. I decided it might be a good idea to have more of my husband's seed in me, so I began fondling Gary's sex organ. It worked. He had been only half-asleep, and I soon had him wide awake with a very nice erection. I pretended that I was very eager to receive him, and he entered me after barely touching me down below. Surprisingly I liked it. We seldom had sex in the morning, so it was different. And Gary lasted much longer than usual before giving me more of his seed. I did not have an orgasm, but that was alright. I think it bolstered my darling husband's ego, and he was so nice and sweet all that weekend.

Right after breakfast I began calling to get a morning-after pill. I called the hospital emergency room. The supervisor told me that I would have to enter the ER as a patient in order to have a doctor see me. The hospital bill, plus the doctor fee, would be about $400.

Next I called Planned Parenthood. The woman there said that the nurse practitioner would not be in until Monday morning, but I could get a prescription at that time. That would be too late. It must be taken within 72 hours of intercourse. I called the Raper Relief Hotline, but they only help rape victims or minors. No luck getting that pill.

I decided not to bother my husband with my troubles. If I were pregnant he would be the first to receive the news. After all, the chances I had been impregnated were quite slim. Gary and I had sex without my diaphragm several times on the eleventh, and even the twelfth day, of my cycle.

One other thing happened that morning that was very disconcerting, and it turned out to be an omen of things to come. I was hugging my son Ian when he turned to me and asked, "Did you get 'knocked up' on your trip, Mommy?" he asked me so innocently. At first I did not think I had heard him correctly, but I knew I had.

"Where did you hear anything like that?" I asked him

."Daddy told Aunt Thelma that he was afraid you might get 'knocked up' on your trip," said my son. Then he put his arm around me and said, "I'm glad you didn't get 'knocked up', Mommy." Of course he had no idea what the words meant. He was only parroting what he had heard. I hoped that Ryan had not heard his dad say those words, He might know more about such things than I thought he did.

Monday morning Mel sent me flowers with a nice thank-you note. He also sent me a gift certificate for a local department store. I did not realize he had won over $1200 playing cards that last night in the casino. I knew he had won over $800 earlier. The gift certificate was in gratitude for giving him such good luck.

That was not the only good thing to come out of my trip. A few days later Mel called to tell me that he had received a notice that Mrs. Deena Williams had won a raffle prize of a two-night hotel package. Mel had written my name on the back of a business card and placed it in the box at one of his business meeting. We both laughed about it, and I told him that perhaps his sister could use it. About a month later Mel told me that one of his employees was able to use it. My plane ticket had been issued for Mrs. Williams, as well as the hotel reservation. I had been addressed as Mrs. Williams three or four times in our hotel. I did not mind, but I would never want that name in real life.

CHAPTER 6

I had missed my boys, and our family spent a nice evening together. I think my sons were happier to see me than my husband. They wanted to know all about the airplane ride, and whether it was scary. I had brought them some souvenirs, and they were thrilled over those little mementos.

After the boys were in bed I had some nice quiet time with my husband. But, inevitably, the questions came. I was expecting to be quizzed, and I knew I had to be truthful. "How many times did he poke' you?" was the first question.

"Oh, quite a few," was my reply.

"How many times is that? I'm sure he 'screwed' you every morning and every night, didn't he?"

It took me a few moments to frame my answer. "Yes, he did it every morning and every night, too." I did not go into more details, but he had more questions.

"Did you use your diaphragm?"

"No. I did not need it on those days. Besides I have to leave it in at least eight hours, and it would have not been practical. I had deliberately left my night stand drawer slightly ajar before I had left for the airport, and it was closed when I returned. I knew that Gary had checked to see whether I had taken my diaphragm with me.

I did volunteer the information that I went to sleep each night with Mel's sex organ inside me. I had mentioned that to Gary after I had spent those nights with Mel at that spa. I hoped that Gary would try it more often if I mentioned it.

Gary still wanted more details about my sex activity with Mel, and I did my best to answer them honestly. I did tell him that I had a wonderful time, and that I loved him very much for allowing me to cuckold him, and I think I proved it with all my hugs and kisses.

And I told him about all our other activities, including the shopping and purchase of the expensive evening dress Mel had purchased for me. Later I put it on for Gary to see. "Well, having a boyfriend who doesn't have family bills to pay is the best kind. He sure spends the money on you," observed Gary.

Gary was extra loving that evening, and I was very receptive to his lovemaking. I had already discovered that my talking about my sex activities with Mel arouses him, and it was very evident that evening. He is not the gentlest man in the world in bed, but I did not complain. He was eager for sex, and he deserved to take it the way he wanted it. I did have to push his mouth away twice when his tongue got overzealous licking my clitoris. I really was not in the mood for sex, but he deserved it, and I wanted it only for one reason. I would much rather have my husband's sperm impregnate me than any other man's.

The next morning I awakened when Gary went to the bathroom. I decided it might be a good idea to have more of my husband's seed in me, so I began fondling Gary's sex organ. It worked. He had been only half-asleep, and I soon had him wide awake with a very nice erection. I pretended that I was very eager to receive him, and he entered me after barely touching me down below. Surprisingly I liked it. We seldom had sex in the morning, so it was different. And Gary lasted much longer than usual before giving me more of his seed. I did not have an orgasm, but that was alright. I think it bolstered my darling husband's ego, and he was so nice and sweet all that weekend.

Right after breakfast I began calling to get a morning-after pill. I called the hospital emergency room. The supervisor told me that I would have to enter the ER as a patient in order to have a doctor see me. The hospital bill, plus the doctor fee, would be about $400.

Next I called Planned Parenthood. The woman there said that the nurse practitioner would not be in until Monday morning, but I could get a prescription at that time. That would be too late. It must be taken within 72 hours of intercourse. I called the Raper Relief Hotline, but they only help rape victims or minors. No luck getting that pill.

I decided not to bother my husband with my troubles. If I were pregnant he would be the first to receive the news. After all, the chances I had been impregnated were quite slim. Gary and I had sex without my diaphragm several times on the eleventh, and even the twelfth day, of my cycle.

One other thing happened that morning that was very disconcerting, and it turned out to be an omen of things to come. I was hugging my son Ian when he turned to me and asked, "Did you get 'knocked up' on your trip, Mommy?" he asked me so innocently. At first I did not think I had heard him correctly, but I knew I had.

"Where did you hear anything like that?" I asked him

."Daddy told Aunt Thelma that he was afraid you might get 'knocked up' on your trip," said my son. Then he put his arm around me and said, "I'm glad you didn't get 'knocked up', Mommy." Of course he had no idea what the words meant. He was only parroting what he had heard. I hoped that Ryan had not heard his dad say those words, He might know more about such things than I thought he did.

Monday morning Mel sent me flowers with a nice thank-you note. He also sent me a gift certificate for a local department store. I did not realize he had won over $1200 playing cards that last night in the casino. I knew he had won over $800 earlier. The gift certificate was in gratitude for giving him such good luck.

That was not the only good thing to come out of my trip. A few days later Mel called to tell me that he had received a notice that Mrs. Deena Williams had won a raffle prize of a two-night hotel package. Mel had written my name on the back of a business card and placed it in the box at one of his business meeting. We both laughed about it, and I told him that perhaps his sister could use it. About a month later Mel told me that one of his employees was able to use it. My plane ticket had been issued for Mrs. Williams, as well as the hotel reservation. I had been addressed as Mrs. Williams three or four times in our hotel. I did not mind, but I would never want that name in real life

I soon had another problem. I missed my period. Mel called on the Tuesday that my period was due. He wanted to come over the next evening. We had not seen each other since we had returned from our trip. I told him that my period was due, and his playground would not be open for him. His reply was just what I had expected. "Dee, I think you got one of my seeds sprouting in there. You won't need to cover your delicious pussy with a napkin for a long time."

I shivered when he said that. I did not have to be reminded. I was already worried about it, and his words were not encouraging. We did agree to meet the following Wednesday. My period did not start that Tuesday or in the next week. My periods were always reliable, starting every 29 days. I might be a day early or a day late, but unless I had been very ill I was always on time.

Another week of worry went past. Mel had to go away on business the following week, so we missed that date, too. After another week with no period I was really worried. I had not missed a period since I was thirteen. I have known women who missed an occasional period, and I fervently hoped that was my problem. Deep down, I knew I was kidding myself. Even by the end of the second week I was getting symptoms from my body. I felt pain in my breasts a few times. I caught myself crying for no reason too often. I know that I yelled at my boys when they did not deserve it. I was beginning the ride on the emotional roller coaster.

When I knew for certain that my period was not coming I bought a pregnancy test kit. It was positive. I was pregnant. I waited another week or so before I went to the doctor. She confirmed what I already knew. I was pregnant.

That evening I broke the news to my husband. He did not say so, but from the way he acted he had suspected that I was pregnant, and he suspected that Mel was the father. I told him that Mel and I had sex that morning before we left Las Vegas, but I reminded him that he had sex with me that evening also. I did not dare tell him that Mel had inseminated me twice that last day when I should have used my diaphragm. And I did not dare tell him how Mel had practically raped me doing it and he had tried to keep his seed in me as long as possible.
When Gary kept insisting that Mel must be the father I reminded him that he was the one who had instigated my sex activity with Mel. I wanted to add that he had given me permission to go with Mel to Las Vegas, but I decided that would be unfair to him.

I knew that Gary did not believe in abortions, and either do I. Nevertheless I told him that if he wanted me to have an abortion I would. Instead he agreed that I should have the baby. He promised that he would raise any child I had as our child, regardless of its paternity. I fervently hoped he would later honor those words.

The next morning I received another bouquet of flowers from Mel. The accompanying card said: Congratulations, Mother. Was it wishful thinking on his part? How did he know for certain? Well, that afternoon I received an expensive box of European chocolates with another similar note.

As soon as Gary returned home he admitted to me that he had told Mel that morning that I was pregnant. He said the two had a long talk, and that Mel offered to help us in any way he could if he were the father of my baby. Mel had even hinted at setting up a college fund for the baby. He said that Mel was very anxious to see me, and that he had told Mel to come over after the boys were in bed. Gary said he would leave the house for a few hours so we could have some privacy. That was strange. He had never done that before. I only had Mel alone in our house on poker nights.

Mel arrived before I had the boys in bed. He and Gary talked for a while before Gary left to see a movie. Mel and I began hogging and kissing quietly until the boys were asleep. By the time we were ready to go into the shower together I had Mel half undressed. Mel could not stop rubbing my belly. I could tell he was so excited over what I had growing in there. He always treated me so gently, and that evening he really treated me like a delicate flower. After we dried each other he carefully lifted me and placed me on his turgid penis.

Once Mel had placed me on my bed he kissed me and licked me all over. His actions would have aroused the most frigid female, and I was definitely not a frigid female. Mel performed oral sex on my genitals even more lovingly and gently than usual. He would get me almost to an orgasm before stopping and kissing me. I did have to stop him a couple times when he tried to suckle on my breasts. They were already getting tender to the soft touches and suckling. I thought he would never enter me. I wanted him in me so badly. When he finally had his wonderful penis completely inside me I was in heaven again. God, it was wonderful! He had been without sex for a long time, and he ejaculated much quicker than he usually did. He also was only able to stay inside me for a much shorter time after he emptied his seminal fluid in me. I was so close to an orgasm, but I could not reach that last plateau of pleasure. Still, it was very good sex, and I enjoyed it immensely."I am so sorry to leave you high and dry," said Mel when he moved alongside me. Once again he began oral sex, but I had to push him away. It was hurting me. Still hugging closely, I fell asleep.

When Mel kissed me later I awakened. He was standing alongside the bed fully dressed.

"I wanted to put another load into you tonight to nourish our baby, Dee, but you looked so sweet and peaceful lying there that I felt guilty. Our baby told me to get dressed and leave you alone." I looked at the clock. I had been asleep about a half hour.

Mel told me to stay in bed. He gave me one short kiss before departing. It was not even ten o'clock. I was probably fast asleep in one minute, awakening when Gary moved into bed much later.

By the end of my third month I was beginning to show. I was definitely larger than I had been with the other two babies. I think I was already larger than I had been during my fifth month with my boys. I did not want to tell my husband, but I was certain that Mel was the father. I had mixed feelings. I worried about my sons, and how they would feel. There was no way that I could ever live with Mel. I lost a lot of sleep over the dilemma.

Four months after I had become pregnant Mel called me one evening with a request. His sister who lived with him had to go to the hospital for surgery the next day. Normally his mother would care for her toddler granddaughter, but she was physically unable to do it for more than a few hours. He wondered if I would be willing to care for the baby for at least two days, and maybe three. He would pay me, of course. I talked to the mother before committing myself, and I also asked my husband. He had no objections. So I agreed.

Mel and his sister brought the toddler over a day later. She was a darling girl, eighteen months old. My boys were ecstatic. They loved her so much. The first time I changed her diaper I let them watch. They were all eyes. Ian giggled a little, but Ryan shushed him. That evening little Patrice wanted to get in the tub with the boys, so I removed her diaper and let her climb in the tub. My boys loved it, and I am sure Patrice did not mind my sons touching her in forbidden places when they thought I would not see it happening. It didn't matter.

Having Patrice in our house for three days helped me immensely. I loved her, and the boys loved her, too. Holding and cuddling that darling black baby convinced me that I wanted one, too. I did not say anything to Gary, but I secretly hoped my baby would be black.

That Saturday when Mel picked up his niece he brought some nice surprises for me. Gary had taken our boys to a college football game. The baby had fallen asleep on the living room floor, and I was lying alongside her when Mel arrived. I was still wearing my robe after a late morning shower. I had been thinking about Mel, and I was hoping he might make love to me. As soon as he hugged me and I felt his already firm sex organ pressing against me I knew I had to have him inside me. He did not disappoint me, carrying me quickly into the bedroom and opening my robe. My breasts were a little tender, but his gentle suckling felt so good. His mouth soon found my pudendum, and he was driving me wild. Neither of us could wait very long, and soon he brought me to a shaking orgasm with his magical tongue. Mel loved feeling my swollen abdomen, but he was hesitant about entering me. I assured him that neither I or the baby would mind, so he very gently moved between my open legs and slowly entered my vagina. It felt so good, and I did not want it to end. We were bot too excited, and Mel had his climax too soon. Lying there fondling and kissing for about fifteen minutes, I succeeded in arousing his sex organ again. Mel took a long time, and I enjoyed every bit of his lovemaking. Unfortunately Patrice awakened and began crying. Mel hurried to have his ejaculation. I did not get there, but I still enjoyed every precious moment he was in me. Of course he apologized for mot bringing me to another climax, but we both blamed it on Patrice.

Patrice was such a good baby. She waited until Mel softened before she awoke and began crying. I had to change her before Mel took her home.

For the next few hours I debated whether to tell Gary what I had done while he was away. I had always told my husband about my activities with Mel, but that time I decided not to tell what we had done.

Well, the first thing my husband said after the boys were in their room surprised me. "Well, Dee, did Mel take care of your pussy today and feed his baby?" I guess I had a puzzled look on my face, and all I could do was smile and hug him. Then Gary explained that Mel had given him the game tickets. "I told him you needed a good fucking, and he said he would be glad to oblige," said Gary. I had to admit I liked the result, and I thanked my husband for allowing me to have sex with my lover again. I made certain that my husband was rewarded that night, too.

When I was in my fifth month Mel made me unhappy. He had driven me to the doctor's office once before as a favor to my husband, but he remained in the car with Ian. That day we did not have Ian with us, so Mel went into the clinic with me. He held my hand, and then sat with his arm around me in that crowded clinic waiting room. I could feel the women, all white, staring and glaring at me. I had to keep my head down. How would people react when I took my black baby out in public?

To compound my embarrassment we stopped at a pharmacy on the way home. Mel knew the owner, and all his mother's medications came from there. I preferred to go to my usual store, but Mel was doing the driving. We had to wait for my prescription. Two black male friends of Mel's came in, along with two of their teenage sons. After introducing me as his girlfriend, Mel patted my pregnant belly and said, "I got a seed growing in my garden here. I hope it's a little boy." Everybody laughed but me. I did notice that Mel did not say that it was his baby growing inside me. He did not have to. From the way he phrased his words I am certain his friends assumed he was the father. Both of his friends commented on how pretty a white woman looks when growing a black baby in her belly. They made a couple of other very crude remarks that even Mel did not appreciate. He apologized to me later when I began crying.

CHAPTER 7

Mel no longer came over Wednesday evenings to spend amorous time with me after about my eighteenth week. The last time we had sex I was about six months into my pregnancy. Mel had insisted on taking me shopping for maternity clothes. He had seen a maternity dress in a newspaper ad, and he wanted me to see it. The last thing I needed was a man to go looking at maternity clothes with me. And I really did not need any more. Only after he agreed to accompany me to the store, but to wait outside the maternity section, did I consent to go with him. I did agree that the dress he wanted was very nice, but it was very expensive. It was a good fit, too. Since he was paying the bill I picked up some maternity lingerie to complement my maternity wardrobe.

It was a school holiday, and I had left my boys with their aunt. After shopping we went home and I modeled my new maternity clothes for Mel. Then we had sex. I was not that much in the mood, but Mel had been so nice, and he wanted sex so badly that I could not refuse him. I did let him know that I was doing it as a special favor for him. I really did appreciate his spending so much money on me, and his caring attitude and concern for my welfare. Riding on Mel's very masculine member did arouse me more than I had expected. No orgasm for me, but Mel had his pleasure. He had told me that he was "full", and he had not exaggerated. Since I would not let him go to deep into me almost all his semen drained right out on his abdomen. He did not mind it, and I liked it that way very much.

About two weeks after our shopping trip Mel had a medical problem. My sister had just come over that morning when Gary called to tell me that Mel had been taken to the hospital with a possible heart attack. I called the hospital and was told that Mel had just come out of surgery, and was in the intensive care unit. My sister drove us to the hospital. She stayed with our kids while I went into the ICU to see Mel. Mel's sister and her boyfriend were there. Mel was awake, but barely. All drugged up. Mel's sister was aware that I was pregnant, and I guess she assumed Mel was the daddy. She told her boyfriend that I was Mel's girlfriend. Since she said that I did not feel so self-conscious when I gave Mel a kiss, and then sat there holding his hand.

I had only been there a few minutes when the nurse who had escorted me in returned and said to Mel's sister and her boyfriend that they would have to leave for about fifteen minutes while they attended to Mel's dressings and other needs. I started to walk out, too, but the nurse said to me, "You may stay, Mrs. Williams, if you wish." So I stayed. She had seen me kiss Mel, and I was still holding his hand with my wedding ring in view. Since I was obviously pregnant, the nurse must have assumed I was Mel's wife. The two nurses had to change a large bandage on his chest. I noticed that Mel had a catheter in his very black and very well-displayed penis. The nurse checked the catheter and she taped the tube closer to his penis. He had a bandage on his groin that had a weigh placed on it. I learned later that they had put a tube into a blood vessel there and ran it up into his hear.

Mel continued to call me occasionally after he stopped visiting me, but I received no more flowers. I did not want to believe my husband when he told me that Mel was seen around the business almost every day with a white woman. By the way he was holding her it was obvious to all that they were lovers. Finally I let my curiosity get the best of me and I called him. I asked him if he had another girlfriend. He laughed, but he finally admitted it. "I got needs, Dee," he laughed. "After our baby gets out of there so I can get back in things will be like they were." That hurt.

I avoided until my ninth month telling my doctor that there was a possibility that my baby might be biracial. I made up a tale that I had too much to drink at a party, and that one of my husband's black coworkers had taken advantage of me. Since I did not have my diaphragm inserted, there was a possibility that he might have impregnated me instead of my husband. I doubt she really believed my story. She smiled and said that such things do happen, and she had seen such cases herself. I think she was merely trying to make me feel better. She thanked me for letting her know. I already knew that the baby was a girl, but she said we would not know whose sperm had reached my egg first until my baby was delivered.

After six hours of labor I delivered my baby girl. She was much larger than my sons had been. My doctor looked at me and smiled, saying, "Your husband will be relieved. She is a beautiful little blonde baby." When I was being wheeled to my room the nurse whispered, "You are in luck. Your baby does not have any Negroid features." My doctor had obviously been talking.

EPILOGUE

Mel had gone on several business trips during the latter months of my pregnancy. Well, it turned out he was looking for another business. When our daughter was two months old Mel completed selling his interest in his local auto dealership. He bought into a similar business in California.

My husband had been correct about Mel having another girlfriend. Mel supposedly married her before they moved to California.

Mel had to return a few months later to testify in a lawsuit involving his former business. My husband also had to testify, and he saw Mel and his wife a few times. His wife was seven months pregnant. That meant that Mel had impregnated her while I was pregnant.

My husband has learned that Mel's new business is not doing very good. Most auto dealerships are not. Gary also heard that Mel's wife gave birth to a girl.

If you desire more information let me know at deena472@hotmail.com. A BLACK BABY? MAYBE EDITED

CHAPTER 1

I have read messages on the internet where white males want to get their wives to accept sex with black males. I never dreamed that my husband Gary would fit in this category. Here is my account of what my husband did to make me a cuckolding wife:

Melvin, his boss, was a black male, and he had ben at our house several times with my husband's rotating poker group. He was very nice, always so cheerful and considerate. Our small sons, ages 3 and 5,really liked him. Every time he came to our house he brought some candy and played with my boys.

Well, one evening after the poker players had gone and I was cleaning up the living room Gary put his arm around me. After a hug and a kiss he laughed and said with a smirk on his face, "Mel told me tonight he would like to get into your panties sometime." I was flattered, but I dismissed his remark.

Over the next several days my husband made other remarks about Mel and hinted that he bet I would like to get in bed with Mel. I don't think I ever replied to his remarks, but maybe I did.

A couple weeks later my husband came home from work with some cheerful news. He was hoping to get promoted to office manager. Mel was co-owner of the auto dealership, and it would be his decision. Gary reiterated Mel's desire to have sex with me. if I would have sex with Mel, he would be a shoo-in for the job. His words shocked me. I did not want to do such a thing. Could my husband be serious? At first I refused to even discuss it, but Gary kept at me. He reminded me about our financial problems, and how his low-paying job was hindering us.

After several evenings listening to Gary's incessant pleading I reluctantly consented to have a sexual encounter with Mel.

A few days later Gary called me from work to tell me that the Big Event would be that night. It was a short notice, but it was probably better for me. I had less time to think about it. Like most women I had often fantasized about sex with another man, but a black man had never been in my fantasies. Anyway I was on needles and pins the rest of the day.

Mel took me out to dinner that evening, and Gary stayed home with our boys. After a very nice dinner in a very expensive restaurant we went to Mel's condo, which he shared with his mother and sister. They were out of town, and that was why our date was on such short notice. After a tour of the place and another glass of wine we went into Mel's bedroom.

What a wonderful introduction to black sex. I was very nervous and tense, and Mel realized it. He suggested we shower together, but I just couldn't do that. I did undress in front of him, and I watched him disrobe. I did want to see what I was getting into - or rather what was going to be getting into me. He had been a football player in college and had played professionally, and he had a great body. He was slightly taller than Gary, and at least thirty pounds heavier. I could not help noticing how dark his genitals were. He was chocolate brown, but his penis was coal-black, a charcoal black.

At dinner Mel had told me rather crudely what he planned to do to me in bed, so I fully expected him to jump on me and treat me rather roughly, but I was wrong, way wrong. We lay there for at least 15 minutes, with Mel gently exploring me with his fingers while we talked about everything but sex. I wanted to get the affair over quickly, but I did not want to take the initiative. I did not touch him until he took my hand and placed it on his penis. I could feel it growing in my hand. And I could feel the excitement building in me, too. I think every woman likes to feel their lover's penis growing in their hand, and realizing the sexual power they have over the male animal. He began suckling tentatively on my breast, not nearly the way I had feared. And in a few more minutes he had his face on my pudendum. I soon realized that his tongue was larger than Gary's tongue - or at least he flitted it farther into my vagina. He soon had me squirming and writhing with pleasure. I did have to stop him when he used his tongue too vigorously on my sensitive little button. He apologized, telling me how eager he was to fill me with his penis, but he wanted to make sure I was ready for him. And I was ready for that, too. Before he used his tongue on me down there I had worried that sex might be painful for me. His tongue caused my juices to flow, so I was no longer so worried about pain.

I had wanted to feel Mel's sex organ after it was fully erect, but I did not have the chance until he was ready to enter me. I did feel it while I guided him in. I realized that his tumescent organ was much fatter than my husband's, and as soon as he gently pushed the swollen mushroom head of his engorged member into my vagina I received some feelings like I had never felt before. And when he began slowly moving his virile member back and forth I was in heaven. It was better than any of my fantasies - better than anything I had ever felt in my vagina.
He was killing me with pleasure, and when I felt his warm semen filling me I knew that this was the best insemination I had ever had. I seldom felt my husband's ejaculation. Usually I only knew that he had ejaculated when his semen began leaking out of me later. But Mel let me know. He went "Oh, oh, oh, my God! Oh, oh, it is so good, so good. Oh, oh!" There was no doubt I was pleasing him.

Mel stayed on me after he finished ejaculating. "I know I did not get you off," he said. "I wanted to last longer, but not having sex for so long and being in such a tight pussy was too much for me." I expected him to fall out like my husband almost always did after he ejaculated, but Mel did not. He kissed my lips and my breasts, and very slowly started moving his still swollen sex organ again. My husband was never able to do that, and I had assumed that all men softened immediately after their orgasm. But not Mel. I had been so close to having an orgasm when Mel had ejaculated, and soon I put my legs around him to hold him in me. Well, after feeling his ejaculation and knowing that I had given him so much pleasure, combined with the stimulation of his renewed penile movements, brought me to having the most wonderful - and longest - orgasm I had ever had. And it was the very first time I had ever had a vaginal orgasm. My husband always had to use his fingers after he climaxed in order to stimulate me to an orgasm. I had heard and read so much about vaginal orgasms, but I had long ago decided it would never happen to me.

We spent at least another half hour talking, exploring and kissing. I was aware that Mel's sex organ was again turgid, but I was hoping he would not want any more sex. Just when I decided to get out of his bed, he whispered to me, "Do you mind if I fuck you again? I might as well get my money's worth. I might not ever get you in bed again.

I was puzzled by Mel's remark about getting his money's worth, but I did not ask. Well, without waiting for my okay Mel again moved between my legs and gently and slowly entered me, and we had sex a second time. I did not quite reach that wonderful plateau of pleasure again. I do know that I fulfilled my role as a sex partner, and that I had given Mel a great deal of pleasure.

I did pay a price for it, however. I had used my diaphragm for birth control, and whenever I use it I leak much more after sex. By the time Mel had me back home my panty was drenched - and I am afraid that his car seat was very wet, too. Mel claimed that he had not had sex for several months, and I believed him, too.

As soon as I entered our house my hubby hugged me and patted my behind. Then the questions began. He wanted all the intimate details. Of course I did not tell him everything. I was a little ashamed for my consensual infidelity, and I avoided direct eye contact with Gary. He was eager to get me in bed after I finished washing. I knew that he wanted sex, and I knew that I could not refuse him, although that was the last thing I wanted that night.

It turned out all right for me, but not so good for my poor husband. He tried so hard, but his penis would not cooperate. It must have a mind of its own. He could not attain an erection. I even tried to help, but to no avail. That had never happened before. I felt sorry for him, but I found it amusing. I was able to go to sleep quickly, and the rest of Mel's fecundating fluid seeped out of me.

In the days following my tryst with Mel I thought about him constantly. I guess my husband did, too. He kept repeatedly asking almost the same questions about that wonderful night. I admitted to him that I had enjoyed the evening in Mel's bed. I also admitted that Mel had ejaculated into me twice. I told him that he had given me an orgasm, but I did not tell him the details. I think that would have been too great a blow to his ego. I really think that feeling Mel's semen being ejaculated so forcefully into me is what actually led to my orgasm. Knowing that pregnancy was definitely possible also gave me an additional vicarious thrill. There were surely millions of Mel's sperm cells frantically swimming around in there trying to make me a mother again.

CHAPTER 2

On the morning of our next date Mel called me to confirm it. I suggested that he not come until 8 o'clock. Gary always left before that time. Well, promptly at eight Mel rang the doorbell. The boys were ready for bed, but they were delighted to see Mel. He played with them until I finally made him quit. Mel had brought me a couple pairs of expensive thong panties. It is something I would never wear, but I put on a pair so Mel could see them. It pleased him very much, especially when I let him remove them for our shower together.

That evening I guess I felt daring. In the shower I fondled and kissed Mel's magnificent manhood while we were showering. He liked it, and I think he wanted me to take that delicious piece of meat dangling in front of me into my mouth, but I stopped short of doing that. After showering and drying each other Mel did something different. He lifted me up and placed me on his very erect sex organ. I did not think I was that juicy, but he was able to impale me on his hard organ and carry me to the bed.

I was glad that Mel had not come over the week before. This week I did not need my diaphragm. When I use my diaphragm I always smell so bad the next morning. I don't know why, but I guess it's a combination of spermicide, my vaginal juices and the semen that don't get along too well.

Thanks to Mel's potent sex organ I had another "first" that evening. Mel brought me to a raging orgasm just before he ejaculated. Then, feeling that his semen was spurting into my very receptive vagina excited me even more; and when he resumed his sexual movements he caused me to climax again. It was wonderful; wonderful to be a woman.

Mel also had another "first" that night. The third time that Mel entered me I wrapped my legs around him and I would not let him pull out. Taking the cue, he continued until he ejaculated for the third time that evening. I was satisfied. Now I knew a man could really do it three times in one evening.

Mel had planned to leave by eleven, but it was almost half-past when he hurriedly dressed and departed. I lay there, sated, satisfied and glowing from our activity. Mel's love again was all over me and the sheet, and I knew I had to change that sheet before my husband came home. I did think about the events of the evening. I was glad that I did not have to use my diaphragm. Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed that I could feel Mel's ejaculations more intensely without the diaphragm in there. I concluded that Mel's semen spurting against my bare cervix is what led to the greater intensity of feeling. And I suppose the volume of semen might also have something to do with it. I thought that sometime I would like to masturbate Mel into a cup so I could see for myself how much he ejaculated. Each of his ejaculations seemed equally copious, but I am sure the volume of semen must be less each time. I think that when a woman knows her partner is genuinely enjoying the sex act by words, hugs and kisses and caresses it enhances her pleasure and leads to more intense orgasms. It does for me. After Mel has his ejaculation and withdraws he always gives me so much love with his kisses, caresses, hugs and words that I really feel I have pleased him. And Mel always thanked me for giving him so much pleasure. The male animal needs the appreciative woman as much as the woman needs him.

I was able to change the sheet and shower before Gary arrived. In fact I was asleep. I noticed it was almost 2 AM. He kissed me and put his hand on my butt. I had my legs tightly together so he could not feel my genitals. I was glad he did not try.

Gary did very little talking the next morning. Did he know what his cheating wife had done last night? He usually talked about his poker game, but that morning he was so silent. I had to make small talk. Even his goodbye kiss that morning was weaker than usual.

Later that morning Mel called me again to thank me for allowing him in my bed, and giving him so much pleasure. "You really emptied my 'balls' last night," he gushed. "I have never shot so much juice into a woman in my life. You've got one hell of a pussy." I don't usually care to hear that kind of talk, but coming from Mel it was okay. I liked it. I knew that I was a woman, a sexual woman.

I told him how Gary had acted that morning, and I asked him if he had mentioned anything to Gary about our planned tryst. He assured me that he had not. I believed him. But that evening Gary still seemed to have something on his mind that he was not willing to share with me.

Before Mel got off the phone he uttered the words that I expected to hear. Mel asked if he could see me again. I had already decided that I definitely desired that we see each other again. The following Wednesday Gary was the host for the card game, so that evening was out. We agreed to have a date the following Wednesday. Just thinking about it excited me. I could hardly wait.

That afternoon the florist delivered a beautiful potted plant. Mel had enclosed a card with a note thanking me again for our evening together. I had to destroy the note, but I hoped the potted plant would serve as a wonderful reminder for a long time in the future.

Our next date began with our shower together. I expected Mel to carry me to the bed again anchored to him by his penis. Instead he carried me like a baby to the bed. Once in bed we did some hugging, kissing and caressing, but Mel did very little touching of my genitals. I did play with his solid erection and the rest of him down there, but he did not reciprocate. I was beginning to think that something was the matter. Then, after moving onto me and giving me a long kiss, Mel looked into my eyes and whispered, "Dee, can I put my 'love muscle' between your upper lips? I would like very much to have you suck the juice out of my 'nuts' for a change."

I had feared that such a thing would happen on one of our dates. My husband had wanted the same thing soon after we were married. I did it a few times, but I did not like it. The only reason that I did it was to please him in a special way after he had done something nice for me. It was a very special treat for him. He always pulled his penis out of my mouth before he ejaculated. During the final weeks of my first pregnancy I did it for Gary's benefit. Again Gary would always withdraw his penis from my mouth before ejaculating. I just could not get myself to permit him to squirt in my mouth. Late in my second pregnancy I fellated him again a few times until one time he ejaculated in my mouth without warning me beforehand. I ran into the bathroom and spat out most of his semen. After gargling I actually sickened and vomited a little. I never let him put his penis in my mouth again.

Mel had such a pleading look in his eyes that evening and I did want to please him, but... . Finally I said that if he would lie on his back I would do it, but not with his penis hovering over me in the position he was now in. I did not want his semen in my mouth, but I knew he wanted to squirt it in there. Mel was aware of my reluctance to have his penis in my mouth, and he promised not to ejaculate in my mouth. Mel promptly moved off me and I moved over him.

It took longer than I had expected. All the time he kept telling me how good it felt, and thanking me for being such a good sport. He told me that he would move his penis from my mouth before ejaculating, but that he preferred not to. I did not say anything, but when he told me that he was going to "shoot" I gripped his penis tightly and said, "It's okay. You can do it in my mouth." Most of his semen ran out of my mouth and down the shaft of his penis where it had come from. Most of the rest I spat into the towel. I wiped the semen from Mel's pubic hair and his penis before lying down again.

Mel tried his best to assuage my feelings over what had just occurred. I believe he was very sincere. We had regular sex later that night, but it was not so great as the first time in my bed. I think having his semen in my mouth dampened my ardor and desire a little. I don't know. I did not have an orgasm the second time we had regular sex. I was feeling much better by then, however.

We lay in bed the last hour just enjoying the closeness. That was the best part of the evening for me, lying there caressing and fondling. Mel did most of the touching and exploring. It was wonderful just lying there in his arms.

We planned our next date while lying there. I told him that I thought we should limit our trysts to about twice a month. I think he wanted to bed me more often, but I reminded him I had a husband, too. He needed me as much as Mel. Before Mel left we agreed to meet in two weeks.

For our next lovemaking tryst in my bedroom I had to use my diaphragm. I wished it were not necessary, but it was the wrong time of the month for me. Precaution is so much better than indiscretion in such intimate matters. Sex was definitely much better without that latex shield protecting my cervix from those millions of swimming little seeds that Mel deposited so forcefully into my very receptive vagina. In addition to the more intense feelings with the unprotected sex I think that the idea that I was tempting fate - the possibility of a pregnancy - enhanced the pleasure. I don't know.

Something happened on our next date that bothered me very much. We always keep our bedroom door partially open at night. Ryan, our older son, has asthma, and we have to be able to hear him if he has an asthma attack. That particular evening we wee having sex when we had an interruption. Mel had just emptied a copious quantity of his semen into me after giving me a wonderful orgasm when Ian, my younger son, came into the bedroom. I saw the door moving open, but I did not see Ian right away. "Momma, I don't feel good," he said. Immediately I tried to get out from under Me. In turn Mel rolled off me and tried to shield me from my son. I grabbed my robe while Mel picked up Ian.

Well, that was the end of our lovemaking for that night. I took Ian into the bathroom to remove his pajamas and clean him. Mel put on his underwear and went out to the kitchen. After I had Ian back in bed I joined Mel. After a rather listless kiss Mel realized that my enthusiasm for sex had waned. No more intimacies that evening. I made coffee, and I cut a piece of cake for Mel. As soon as Mel dressed we had one final hug and kiss before he departed.

When I talked to my son the next morning he never mentioned Mel. I don't think he was aware that Mel was the man who had picked him up. I believe he thought it was his father. I hoped that was the case. Anyway, Ian never mentioned it.

The next time Mel and I had sex my husband discovered that I was cuckolding him. He arrived home very early from his poker game, and he had spotted Mel's car parked out front. Just at that moment Mel left our house and went to his car. Later Gary told me he had left his poker game early because of a splitting headache. I thought that he was not telling the whole truth, but I never said anything. Mel had left early also that evening to go to the airport. If my husband would have come home ten minutes earlier he would have caught Mel and me in bed.

I did not hear my husband enter the house. He must have moved very quietly to the bathroom where I was busy washing out Mel's contributions to our lovemaking. He was probably watching me for several seconds before I noticed him. His presence startled me. He stood there motionless in the bathroom doorway. He started to say something, but suddenly turned and went into the bedroom. I joined him in the bed a few minutes later. I had planned to change the damp sheet, but it was too late for that.

I expected a tirade of rancor to be hurled at me. I know I deserved it, but it did not happen. We lay there in silence for a minute or two before he began to talk. "Well, Dee, `did you and Mel have fun?" I'll bet Mel really pumped you full of juice tonight." I started to say something, but before I could his questions began. "How many times did he unload his 'nuts' in you?"

That time he did wait for a reply. I did not want to lie to him, but I guess I did bend the truth a little. I did not want to hurt his ego. Using one of Mel's favorite expressions I replied, "He 'popped his nuts' in me twice," I replied tersely. Then I added, "We did stay joined together for quite a while and just enjoyed the feelings."

"Did he get you off, too?" was his next question. I only had one climax that evening, but I decided I better tell Gary that I had two orgasms to justify having sex twice. Mel did want to bring me manually to another orgasm, but I stopped him. I had been sitting on him, and when he told me to stop moving or he would "pop his 'nuts'" I told him to go ahead. In fact I speeded up my rocking motions until he had finished his orgasm.

"I sure hope you washed all his juice out of there." Gary did not really raise his voice. He did not sound angry, just perhaps disgusted. I did not particularly like his choice of words, and I used words that I never use, either, but it could have been worse. However there was no tirade. He did not yell at me or do anything to hurt me physically.

We did lie in bed - but far apart - for a long time talking it over. Gary told me that he had suspected I was having sex with Mel. He told me that he did not mind my having sex with Mel, but he did not want it done behind his back. "It's my fault that Mel ever got into your pussy in the first place. I don't mind you getting your 'cunt' poked by Mel, and I guess it is okay to let him pump you full of his sperm, but I sure don't want to see your belly swell from it. Don't you dare let that happen!" He reached over and patted my belly as he spoke.

I assured Gary that I was always using my diaphragm, although that was not true. I said it merely to make my husband feel a little better. I admitted to him that I should not be doing what I was doing with Mel, and that I would never do it again without his knowledge and permission. I worried that sex with Mel would never be quite so good again. Being daring and doing the forbidden is always more thrilling.

Gary suggested one thing that night that I just could not do. He wanted to watch Mel making love to me. I just could not agree to that. There was no way that I could have sex with another man in front of my husband.

Gary did not press his voyeur desires any further that evening, for which I was thankful. He did opine that having sex with Mel about twice a month was not too much. I squeezed his hand when he made that remark, but I remained silent.

Before I fell asleep that evening I gave a little thought to remarks that both Gary and Mel had repeatedly uttered to me since I first had sex with Mel. Their often-crude remarks concerned their testicles. Although my husband knew better he would often utter words that a man's semen was coming from his testicles. Mel made similar remarks. I often thought about correcting Mel's utterances when he talked about emptying his testicles during sex, and telling me that I had drained them completely. At that time I did think Mel actually believed that all his semen was coning from his precious testicles. I did not know whether he was joking when he would remark that one testicle was empty, but the other one was still full. He made it sound so real. I wonder how many men really believe that. . . ..

CHAPTER 3

Before I started having sex with Mel I was having sex with my husband a little less than once a week. It was almost always spontaneous, and it was always in the evening. If Gary hugged me when he got in bed it was a good sign that he would make love to me. I had long ago ceased trying to initiate love play with him unless he was in a very receptive mood for sex play. That seemed to be coming less and less frequent until I began having sex with Mel. If my husband was not in the mood for sex there was nothing I could do to encourage him. I would have preferred more intimacy, but not necessarily intercourse. After Mel became my lover my husband did want sex a little more often, and he started spending more time in intimate fondling and love play. The sex that followed was better sex, too. Gary knew that he could have me almost any time he wanted. I never refused him, even if I did not have the desire.
One thing did change after Gary gave me permission to have sex with Mel. After I did have sex with Mel he always wanted to know everything Mel and I had done in our bed, but he never touched me down below after I had sex with Mel. I was extra glad of that when I did not use my diaphragm, which I did whenever possible. When Gary would get in bed with me after my extramarital sex activity with Mel I almost always pretended to be asleep. Gary would feel the washcloth between my legs, but that was all. But soon he began remaining in bed for a while after the alarm went off in the morning to ask me the inevitable questions about my previous evening activity with Mel. While we talked he would explore me down below. Sometimes we would have a "quicky". With very little foreplay he would move onto me and enter me. It was not very exciting or arousing, but I never stopped him or complained. Usually he would thrust quickly until he ejaculated, but sometimes he would just do a little quick thrusting before pulling out and rushing into the bathroom. He was very unpredictable. I never tried to stop him, but I certainly never encouraged him, either. I had to hurry to fix his breakfast before I had my shower. I think I liked him better if he did have an ejaculation. He seemed to be more talkative at the breakfast table.

One nice thing that Mel did during our lovemaking I really liked, and I tried to get Gary to do it, too. After Mel and I had completed the sex act he would always hug me and fondle me gently. As soon as he had another erection he would often enter me again, usually lying alongside me and lifting my leg over his. We would lie in that position for a long while until it got too tiring for me. I really liked lying there that way. I told Gary how much I liked it, so he tried. It was okay, but he would soften so quickly and could not remain joined to me. I did appreciate his effort, and it did make our intimacies more enjoyable.

Although some of the thrill of illicit sex was now gone, it did have some good consequences. A couple times on Gary's poker nights Mel would take me out to dinner, bringing me home just in time for Gary to leave for his game. Although I would never allow my husband to watch me in bed with my lover, I did start kissing Mel openly in front of him if our sons were not present. Sometimes Mel went a little farther than merely kissing, and my husband seemed to approve. He would even utter words to Mel, egging him on. I did tell my husband a couple times to watch his language. I did not care for his words and expressions.

One Saturday night Mel took me out to dinner. After attending a play at the university , which Gary would never do, Mel took me into his condo. His sister was gone, but his mother was in her room. We kept our voices down, and Mel made much less noise while we were having sex than he usually did at my house.

My husband had persuaded Mel to take some pictures of us together nude. Very reluctantly I had agreed, but I did not expect Mel to take such intimate and revealing pictures as he did. First Mel took some snapshots of me lying on the bed; and then I took some photos of him. Next came some close-ups of my pudendum. Contrary to my wishes he took some photos of his penis entering my vagina. The most disgusting photos were taken with me on my hands and knees, with Mel's semen leaking out of me. I was sorry I ever agreed to be photographed, but I guess I did owe it to my husband.

Mel did not bring me home until well past midnight that photography night. My husband seemed happy that I had such a wonderful evening, and he said that he could hardly wait to see the pictures Mel's sex organ penetrating me. I was shocked and dismayed at his words. Obviously he had known in advance that Mel was going to take some very revealing pictures of our lovemaking that evening. How could he condone such a nasty thing? Contrarily, I hoped that something would happen to Mel's camera, and that he would be unable to download the photos to his computer.

As usual, Gary wanted all the details of my night out, and as usual I never lied to him. But of course I did not tell him everything, either.

The next time Mel came over he brought copies of the pictures he had taken in his bedroom. Many of them were too disgusting, and I did not care to look at them. The one picture I did like was the full-body picture of Mel that I had taken. My husband let me keep that picture for myself. The most revolting picture that I wish I could have destroyed showed me on my knees, with Mel's semen seeping out of my vagina. Gary went crazy over that disgusting picture. When Mel took that photo I was unaware that I was "leaking" like that. It was a very undignified photo, and I wanted to destroy it. I am happy to say that I managed to destroy most of those pictures. Gary never knew until they were long gone.

Gary had asked me several times about the size of Mel's sex organ, and I had told him the truth every time. He had never believed me until he saw those pictures. "You were telling me the truth," he remarked. His "cock" is no bigger than mine. I always thought that black guys had bigger "cocks" than us whites. I actually figured you liked him just for his big tool. He stared at one picture that showed Mel's scrotum. "I think he does have bigger 'nuts' than mine. I'll bet he pumps twice as much sperm into you as I do." I had to agree with him, and I wanted to say something, but I thought it best to keep such observations to myself.

I did get upset over comments my husband made at one of his poker games. I had been having sex with my lover for about eight months when the wife of one of the card players visited me. She told me that at a recent card game at her house my husband had told the players that I had a black lover who came over quite often to make love to me. I did not know what to say. I had known the woman for several years, but we were not close friends. She went on to tell me about an affair she had with a black man when she was in college, and how she liked it so much. I admitted that I had a black lover, but I told her very little. I did yell at my husband that evening for shooting off his mouth. He only laughed, and said he did not think it was any big deal. "Every guy at the games says his wife has screwed some other guy. I'm different. My wife only fucks blacks," he smirked. I thought it was very crude and callous to air such intimate details of our sex life. I would never dream of telling stories about my perfidy to any acquaintances.

I told Mel what that woman told me. He assured me that he had never mentioned our relationship to anyone. When he was at the card games with my husband he had never heard my husband mention anything about my sex life. After we talked about it, Mel did admit that he had mentioned to acquaintances that he was fucking a married white "cunt" with her husband's permission. He insisted he never mentioned any names, and that he never would. I wanted to believe him, but I know how men like to brag.

One evening soon after the photography incident I heard some words from my son that almost caused me to break off our relationship. Mel was playing with my boys as usual before chaperoning them to bed. He had barely returned to me when Ian called out for Mel. Mel headed to the boys' bedroom and I followed behind. Ian said as he giggled, "We want to ask you something, Uncle Mel. It is a secret. We don't want our mother to hear it."That was followed by more giggles. When he said that it was a secret I was very curious, so I stayed outside the room and listened.

Both boys were now giggling loudly. Then I heard Ian say, "Are you going to fuck our mommy tonight?" Then the giggling really got loud. There was a long pause before I heard Mel's voice. "Well, do you want me to?" was Mel's reply.

"Yes!" Two voices shouted in unison. Mel hugged each of the boys again, then came out with a big grin on his face.

"Well, now I have the whole family's approval to screw you," he remarked with a broad grin. I think I gave him a disdainful look. I told him that Ryan must have told Ian to say that. I am sure that Ian, who had just turned four, had no idea of the meaning of the word.

That night, for the first time, Mel brought up the dreaded word - PREGNANCY. He had used that word a few times, but it was especially disconcerting to me that night. It was the eighteenth day of my cycle. I should have put in my diaphragm, but I had decided to be daring. Anyway, Mel brought up the subject by saying that maybe he should help my sons get a baby sister. "I am sure they would approve if I 'knocked you up,' he said. "They have given me approval to sow my seed in you, and I think it might be nice to let the seeds sprout. It would all be part of the family.

We did talk about pregnancy for quite a while. Gary and I had been talking recently about trying to have another baby. We both wanted a girl to complete our family. And we now felt we could afford another baby. We had tentatively decided that after Ian started school we would try to have another baby. Of course, Mel would not be in the picture for that.

I did not want to tell my husband about Ian using the "F" word that way, but I decided I better. It did not bother Gary nearly so much as it had me. We did make one change, though. Instead of coming at eight o'clock, Mel began arriving at nine. A couple times he was still there when Gary returned, but usually he was gone long before midnight.

One Friday evening Mel took my sons and me to a puppet show sponsored by a charity organization for underprivileged children. He invited Gary to go with us as a representative of his company, but Gary did not care for activities like that. Mel was a big donor to it, and he told me that most of the donors were black businessmen. Most of them are or were athletes. Many of them and their wives or girlfriends were there helping out.

I was struck by the number of white women married to the black men. Several had their biracial children with them. Mel introduced me to a few of the men and their white wives. He told them I was a friend. I was glad that he did not call me his girlfriend.

One man had played football with Mel in college. He had two pretty biracial daughters about ten or twelve, and his wife was obviously pregnant again. He patted her belly and said, "She's got a boy in there this time." It made me shudder. That guy did ask Mel if he was going to make me his wife. He leaned closer to Mel and whispered, "You need some kids, Mel. You gotta make a black baby in your woman." I had to turn away. That man's words and smirking smile sent chills all through me.

On the way home I remarked to Mel about all the biracial couples. He said that white women like black athletes. "They like that big bat and the heavy balls they've got to play the game of love with." He laughed as he patted my abdomen. "Wouldn't it be nice to grow a black baby in there?" he teased as he patted me again. I broke out in goose bumps. I started to say something, but my boys were all ears.

Gary had to occasionally go out of town to repossess or pick up vehicles. One week he flew to Iowa with a couple other employees to pick up buses. He gave me permission to go out with Mel Saturday night if I could find a babysitter. He said that he did not want me to invite Mel to spend the night with me in our bed, but he did not say I could not spent the night with .Unknown to me he told Mel the same thing. Well, Mel called and asked if I would like to spend the weekend with him at a fancy resort a couple hours drive away. He offered to pay for a babysitter for the entire weekend. I asked my sister if my boys could stay with her and their cousins. I told her that Gary's employer would pay her to babysit the boys. I did not go into details, and she did not ask. She knew that some extramarital adventure was involved. Friday afternoon I took the boys to their aunt's, and Mel picked me up later for the drive to the resort. We had to stop for dinner, so it was almost ten o'clock when we reached the place. Mel was visibly tired, and he told me that he almost called to cancel our trip. We went down to the spa and sat in the warm water. That felt so good, and it perked up Mel. We did have to endure a lot of stares and disapproving scowls from the guests. They were mostly older people, and they did not like to see a white woman with a black man.

Mel was perfectly content to lie in bed and let me be in charge. We did some hugging and kissing, but not so much as usual. I don't believe he touched me down below until we had a long goodnight kiss. I don't know what possessed me, but feeling Mel's flaccid member pressing against my back caused me to reach around and play with it. Well, soon it was very turgid. In that nice position he managed to enter me from behind. If felt so good. I was content just to feel his male member in me, and soon I was asleep.

Mel still did not feel too keen in the morning. We lay in bed cuddling and kissing for at least an hour, not being in any hurry to arise. We did have sex before we left the bed, but Mel definitely was not at his best that morning.

We went horseback riding that morning. That was the first time I had ever been on a horse, except on the merry-go-round. Mel was a good rider, and he tried to help me. We had to have a lady accompany us. She was not too friendly toward me - I wonder why?

After a delightful swim Mel felt much better. Once back in our room he was his real self. We just lay on the bed joined together for about an hour, cuddling and watching TV, before Mel brought me manually to an orgasm. Then he had his orgasm in me. "No sense wasting all that good sperm when I have a delicious receptacle to put it in," he joked. I did not appreciate his choice of words.

That night the spa was very crowded. We went into the sauna, which was quite an experience. I was the only woman with six men. Two of the men were naked. They had obviously been drinking too much. One of them made a lewd remark implying that I liked getting my pussy filled with black "pussy juice", and they speculated that I might already be pregnant. I had to drag Mel out of there. He was ready to fight all five of those guys.

While we were drinking in the bar later four of those men from the sauna came in and sat at a table near us. After our second drink Mel stood and said loud enough for those guys to hear, "Okay, Honey, let's go up to our room so I can fill you up with some black 'pussy juice'." He smirked at those men as we walked out arm-in-arm. I was smiling at them, too.

It was a wonderful, relaxing night. I did not have to worry about any distractions, which really helped. And after we had both satisfied each other it was time to sleep. After I finally rolled over to go to sleep Mel asked in a whisper, "Dee, can I park my meat in your pussy for a little while? It felt so good that way last night." I was glad to let him do that. After he entered me I think I was asleep in two minutes

I awakened a couple times when I felt Mel moving very slowly and softly inside me. His soft movements awakened me a couple times more, but I returned to sleep immediately. Finally his somewhat deeper thrusting awakened me once again. Then he pushed in hard and had his ejaculation. I squeezed his hand to let him know that I was aware that he had given me more of his seemingly inexhaustible supply of semen. I looked at the clock. It was almost two o'clock. Mel had been joined with me for well over two hours. What a man! My husband did that occasionally, but he always fell out in less than fifteen minutes. It was wonderful.

By morning my period had begun. I was two days early. When I informed Mel and mentioned that I was early he laughed and said it was due to his deep drilling inside me during the night. Maybe it was true. Anyway, no more fun for Mel. I do not have sex during my period - period. I know that many women do, but I never have and I never will.

Mel always called me the day after we had sex to thank me and tell me how much he appreciated me. The only times he told me that he loved me were when we were having sex, and then he only uttered those words a few times. However he always thanked me before he left my bed. Usually a day or two later he would send me flowers and candy for the boys. A few times he gave me a nice gift or a gift certificate. He had very good taste, and every jewelry gift was very nice. I did not like to have him buy me intimate clothing. I preferred a gift card so I could buy my own. I never liked to have Gary buy me underwear, either, but he used to do that for Christmas.

About six weeks after we had spent that nice weekend at the upscale resort Mel called to give me some intriguing news. He had to go to a business meeting in Las Vegas. He had been given a three-night package, complete with airfare and accommodations, for him and his spouse. Of course he had no spouse, but he wanted me to accompany him. "I only have to make a couple appearances at meetings, so most of the time I can be with you," said Mel. He said that he would ask Gary at work that day if he would object to having me go with him - that is if I wanted to go. Well, you know my answer. Of course I wanted to go. So Mel got together with my husband, and my husband was agreeable. I really did not expect my husband to agree to my spending three nights with my lover, but Gary assured me that evening that he did not mind if I wanted to go. That surprised me. Gary had not been too keen on my accompanying Mel on that weekend rip earlier; and whenever he had to be gone overnight or longer to get cars he would not allow me to have Mel come over.

Mel made all the arrangements the next day. The trip would be the following week, leaving on Tuesday and returning Friday. Gary volunteered to take his vacation time to stay home with our sons, but my sister agreed to take my boys for the four days.

Preparing for my trip was so exciting. I thought of Mel, but I also thought about my wonderful husband. I am a very lucky wife to have such a kind and loving husband who is truly interested in pleasing his wife.

CHAPTER 4

Tuesday morning Gary drove me and the boys to the airport. Gary wanted to go into the terminal with me, but I preferred to leave him at the curb. I did not want my sons to know I was going away with Mel. Also I thought it might be a little awkward to have both my lovers together, with one saying goodbye and the other leading me away. I did hug my husband tightly, and I again thanked him for allowing me to go with Mel. "Keep your panties on as much as you can," whispered Gary. My reply was only a smile and another tight hug.

We were seated in first-class on the plane. We had a delightful breakfast, and Mel had two or three cocktails afterward. He had asked me to wear a dress on te flight, and soon I understood why. The drinks made him rather lovey-dovey, and I had to contend with his wandering hand sliding up under my dress. I was glad that the other passenger could not see it, but the flight attendant did. I think she stopped at our seats so often just to see what Mel was doing. Finally I told him to stop. Then he was content to put his arm around me, which led to disapproving stares from the passing passengers. Mel also began making some vulgar comments which I did not care to hear. I think it was the alcohol casing such talk. One comment which Mel made I still remember: "I'm gonna pump so much juice into you that it'll be squirting out of your ears," he said as he squeezed my hand. In the next three days he tried his best to prove that it was not an idle remark.

As soon as we reached our hotel room that Tuesday afternoon Mel grabbed ne in a tight embrace and again iterated what he had in store for me. At the time I did not pay much attention to his boasting. I knew he wanted lots of sex, but I had already concluded that his bark was worse than his bite. Then, before we unpacked Mel began undressing me. "My 'balls' have been begging my 'cock' to empty them for over a week now. They are bursting with seed and begging to be emptied. You're gonna get the biggest load in your pussy that you have ever had", he uttered as he picked me up and placed me on the bed. With very little foreplay he soon entered me and began pumping harder than he ever had. Very soon he began moaning, "Oh, ooh, ooh, oh God, oooh!" Mel never said anything while he was ejaculating, but he certainly did that time. Usually Mel continued gently thrusting after his climax, but that time he just collapsed on me with all his weight for a few seconds before rolling off me.
That was a 'first' for Mel. He always was so concerned over giving me sexual pleasure, but that time he left the bed and began dressing almost immediately. He did help me to my feet and gave me a soft kiss before saying, "God, you really emptied me, Dee. I think that was the biggest 'load' I ever dumped into any 'cunt'." In a few minutes I agreed with that statement. His semen leaked out of me all afternoon. Although I never came close to having an orgasm I was glad that I had caused my lover to be so sated. I think that we women derive almost as much pleasure out of satisfying our lovers' sexual needs as we get from an orgasm. At least I do.

That sex act was only a preview of what was to come on my Las Vegas trip. I think we had sex twelve times on that trip, but it might have been more. Most semen is supposedly absorbed, but not for me. It all seems to leak out, and I had a napkin in my panties almost all the time we were together on that trip.

As soon as we were again dressed we finally unpacked. That took quite a while. Mel was in a very passionate mood, and it was all I could do to get my clothes on without having Mel copulate with me again. Then we finally went downstairs to the casino.

Mel had to leave right away for a couple hours to attend a business meeting. He gave me fifty dollars to gamble away. I was able to play the quarter slot machines for a couple hours, and I was ready to quit when Mel returned . Instead we stayed for another hour. I lost all my money, and Mel lost a great deal at the blackjack table. Mel insisted on going to another casino for dinner, and it was after ten o'clock before we were back in our room.

What a wonderful night! After our shower and very satisfying sex Mel had me so sexually satisfied I wanted only to sleep. As usual, Mel had taken his time with me, using his tongue very effectively before inserting his wonderful penis to finish the sex act. I fell asleep joined to Mel by his gorgeous "love muscle", as he called his male appendage. We lay cuddled closely, with my back against his belly. About an hour later I awakened to the pleasant feelings of his penis moving slowly back and forth inside my vagina. That culminated in another flood of semen into me. It felt good, and I squeezed Mel's hand to let him know that I was aware of what he had just squirted more of his semen into me.

In the morning I awakened before Mel. Lying there waiting for Mel to awaken I thought about my darling husband. I was grateful that I had a husband who was willing to allow his wife to have such extramarital pleasure. I loved him even more for his sacrifices.

When Mel awakened his tumescent sex organ was ripe and ready, and we had a wonderful half hour in bed before having a joint shower. I needed that shower badly, and we lingered there for a long time before drying and dressing.

After breakfast we did more gambling. That morning Mel gave me more money before he left again for a meeting. By the time he returned for lunch I had more than doubled my money.

After lunch Mel had to have more sex. It was his dessert, he said. I felt in a good mood, too, after winning some money, but I did not like the inconvenience and messiness involved. After cleaning up we went shopping. We were planning to go to a club that Mel had visited on an earlier trip. I think he was anxious to take me there to display his "trophy" to the lusting black men there. We found a beautiful evening dress, but the price was too much. Well, Mel bought it anyway, in spite of my protests.

We took a cab to the nightclub after dinner. I was not exactly thrilled with it. There were a few black males with their white wives or girlfriends, but I never saw one white male. Two of the white women were obviously pregnant. One of them looked so sad and tired. I shuddered just thinking about it. Most of the white women were plump and I would say slovenly. In contrast, most of the black women were slimmer and more tastefully dressed.

Mel was not a good dancer, but he tried. He did allow me to dance with other men. In fact he encouraged me. I must have danced with at least six different partners, all good dancers. Their mouths were another matter. The language they used and the comments they made were revolting. I think every partner managed to press his eager sex organ against my belly. That did not bother me, and a couple times I actually encouraged it. A few of them bragged about how large their male members were, and what they would like to do to me with it. It made me sick. Why do men think that all women enjoy such filth?

Back in our room we had wonderful sex again. It was already after midnight, but after our lovemaking Mel dressed and went downstairs to play played poker. He returned a couple hours later, having won over $800. And once in bed he wanted sex again. I compromised, allowing him to put his eager penis into my still well-lubricated vagina before I turned my back to him, cuddling tightly, and I went back to sleep.

Some time later his short, gentle thrusting awakened me; and very soon I again felt the warmth of his seemingly inexhaustible supply of seminal fluid inside me. It was almost six o'clock; so While he slept I showered and went down to have breakfast.

That last evening we went to a big floor show. Mel did not like it, but I did. We were back in our room by eleven. It was the tenth day of my menstrual cycle, and I told Mel that there would be no more sex after that night. I had not brought my diaphragm. We again had some very satisfying sex before Mel went back downstairs to play cards.

Mel did not return until after four o'clock in the morning. He was quite excited, explaining that he had won over $1200 at the card table. His exploring hands let me know that he wanted more sex. I wanted to keep him out of me, but he ignored my evasive actions. I finally relented when he asked in his soft, sweet pleading way if he could put his penis in me, promising that he would not ejaculate in my vagina. He said he just wanted to go to sleep joined with me this one final time.

I did not go back to sleep right away after we were joined. I did not trust him, and I was hoping that he would fall asleep and then I could squeeze him out. Unfortunately I fell asleep joined to him. I think that when he realized I was asleep he must have begun slowly pumping his penis inside me. I awakened when he pushed his tumescent organ as deeply as he could into me and let his fecundating fluid gush into my vagina. I immediately rolled out of bed. Sleep was out of the question. I was very angry and disappointed that he would betray me that way. He told me that he was so sorry, and that his seed spurted out before he expected it. That was a big lie. I am sure that all males know ahead of time some way or other. I washed as much of him out of me as I could before showering and wiping off more of his dripping semen. Then I dressed and went downstairs.

It was already nearing seven o'clock. I was too upset to eat right away, so I played a slot machine for about a half hour and won about twenty dollars. While eating breakfast I bought a keno ticket, and I won almost $300. I decided to stay downstairs a little while longer, and that cost me about half my winnings before I went back to our room.

When I returned to our room about nine o'clock I awakened Mel. We had to leave for the airport in another hour. Mel had to shave and shower, and I warned him that he might not have time for breakfast. I began changing into my dress for the plane ride home, but just when I was undressed Mel came out of the shower. He was nude and I was only in my panties. He grabbed me, threw me on the bed, and began making love to me. With very little foreplay he was soon inside me, and began pumping like crazy. He had never done anything like that before. He was wild and determined to mate with me like a feral animal. It seemed like a long time, but it was over quickly. Pushing in very hard, he stopped as deep inside me as he could push, and again released a torrent of semen into my unwilling vagina. My God! That was the last thing I wanted. I had to struggle to get him off me. I realized he was doing his best to keep his fecundating fluid inside me. I began crying, and that did it. He moved off me and began dressing. I rushed into the bathroom. It was the eleventh day of my cycle. I did not want those sperm cells swimming any farther up inside me.

By the time we finished checking out it was half-past eleven. We had to hurry.

CHAPTER 5

Our taxi ride to the airport was made in silence. When we first entered the cab Mel said in a whisper, "I'm sorry.' He squeezed my hand, and held it all the way. I never said a word. I was still shocked and angry at Mel's actions that morning. Even worse, I was apprehensive. All kinds of thought were going through my mind. I could imagine - and even imagined I could feel - all those sperm cells of Mel's frantically swimming around inside me, endeavoring to find an egg waiting to be penetrated. I could picture those flagellating creatures fighting to get through my cervix.

I w so angry at Mel. He had always treated me so nice. When we had sex he was always so considerate and caring, always hesitating if he thought I might be feeling any discomfort. I think my husband was as gentle, or even gentler, than most spouses, but Mel was a paragon.

Had I done something to offend him or excite him to a much higher level? In my mind I began to compare Gary and Mel, which I knew I should not do. During the sex act Mel was so very gentle and usually very tentative. He always kept all his weight off me, which my husband sometimes neglected to do. Mel always entered me so slowly. His long, slow thrusts always so aroused me. Even nicer, he always stopped during the act to kiss me all around my face and neck, and any other place he could reach while we were joined. I so enjoyed his gentle suckling on my breasts during those pauses. Only before he was ready to have his climax would he change his thrusting to shorter and quicker strokes. When he would push in slightly farther and stop thrusting I knew he was ejaculating. After most of his ejaculating had ceased he would again resume his gentle thrusting, unless he was aware that I had just had an orgasm. In that case he would stop and kiss me so passionately. My husband was quite different. He wanted to stroke faster as soon as he entered me. I had got him to slow down after I told him how Mel did it. He still would not stop to kiss and fondle me like Mel did, but he was improving. We still had a weight problem. Gary often was not too gentle.

While deep in reflection another thought crossed my mind. Could Mel possibly have been deliberately attempting to impregnate me? Contrary to his usual practice, I realized that Mel had pushed in extra firmly while he was ejaculating. When he practically raped me that second time he deliberately held his ejaculating penis firmly as far as he could, and he held it there for a couple minutes. I did not remember whether he moved out of me voluntarily, or whether I had been able to move. In any case I suspected I knew why he did what he did.

It was good that we were traveling first class. If we would have had to wait longer for the security check we would have missed our flight. The plane boarding was almost complete when we boarded. The napkin I had placed in my panties was saturated, thanks to Mel's copious contribution just before we left our room. It was a very uncomfortable plane ride.

Once in our seats Mel squeezed my hand and again said he was sorry. After we had a glass of wine Mel asked for permission to put his arm around me. I hesitated, not because I did not want his arm, but because the elderly woman across the aisle was glaring at me. Once his arm was around me he began talking. "I am so sorry for the way I treated you this morning, Dee. I know I hurt you all because of my selfish desire. I promise I will never act like that again."

Mel then went on to tell me what I had already suspected. "When you told me last night that you were entering your fertile period I got some wild thoughts. I decided that I wanted to be a daddy, and I wanted you to be the mommy of my baby. I confess I have had thoughts like that before, but never so strongly. When I got into bed early this morning and you let me into your pussy I decided I might as well go for it. I would get into you as far as I could and hold my cock tight in you to keep my seed from leaking out. You moved away so fast that it did not work.

"Well, when I came out of the shower this morning I got wild looking at you and just had to put more seed into you. That time I was able to keep you plugged up for a minute or two. I know it was cruel and selfish." He squeezed my hand harder, looked directly into my eyes and added, "I hope you are pregnant."

Mel went on to tell me that if he did impregnate me he would pay all medical expenses involved and see that the baby was well provided for. After hearing his words I was no longer angry at him. Mel would probably be a good father, but I did not want to be the mother of his baby.

I did a lot of thinking on that trip home, and I decided that I would try to get the morning-after pill from my doctor, just in case one of his sperm cells succeeded in reaching my egg. While we were waiting for our luggage I used Mel's cell phone to call my doctor. It was too late. Her office was already closed for the weekend.

Gary had just returned with our sons when Mel brought me home. I was hoping we would arrive before Gary returned. I did not want my sons to see Mel bringing me home from the airport. I was glad that Mel did not stay. Gary was very cordial to Mel, but I an sure there was a lot of electricity in the air. It was best they stay apart for a few days. Anything they wanted to discuss could be done the next Monday at work

I had missed my boys, and our family spent a nice evening together. I think my sons were happier to see me than my husband. They wanted to know all about the airplane ride, and whether it was scary. I had brought them some souvenirs, and they were thrilled over those little mementos.

After the boys were in bed I had some nice quiet time with my husband. But, inevitably, the questions came. I was expecting to be quizzed, and I knew I had to be truthful. "How many times did he 'poke' you?" was the first question. "Oh, quite a few," was my reply.

"How many times is that? I'm sure he 'screwed' you every morning and every night, didn't he?"

It took me a few moments to frame my answer. "Yes, he did it every morning and every night, too." I did not go into more details, but he had more questions.

"Did you use your diaphragm?"

"No. I did not need it on those days. Besides I have to leave it in at least eight hours, and it would have not been practical. I had deliberately left my night stand drawer slightly ajar before I had left for the airport, and it was closed when I returned. I knew that Gary had checked to see whether I had taken my diaphragm with me.

I did volunteer the information that I went to sleep each night with Mel's sex organ inside me. I had mentioned that to Gary after I had spent those nights with Mel at that spa. I hoped that Gary would try it more often if I mentioned it.

Gary still wanted more details about my sex activity with Mel, and I did my best to answer them honestly. I did tell him that I had a wonderful time, and that I loved him very much for allowing me to cuckold him, and I think I proved it with all my hugs and kisses.

And I told him about all our other activities, including the shopping and purchase of the expensive evening dress Mel had purchased for me. Later I put it on for Gary to see. "Well, having a boyfriend who doesn't have family bills to pay is the best kind. He sure spends the money on you," observed Gary.

Gary was extra loving that evening, and I was very receptive to his lovemaking. I had already discovered that my talking about my sex activities with Mel arouses him, and it was very evident that evening. He is not the gentlest man in the world in bed, but I did not complain. He was eager for sex, and he deserved to take it the way he wanted it. I did have to push his mouth away twice when his tongue got overzealous licking my clitoris. I really was not in the mood for sex, but he deserved it, and I wanted it only for one reason. I would much rather have my husband's sperm impregnate me than any other man's.

The next morning I awakened when Gary went to the bathroom. I decided it might be a good idea to have more of my husband's seed in me, so I began fondling Gary's sex organ. It worked. He had been only half-asleep, and I soon had him wide awake with a very nice erection. I pretended that I was very eager to receive him, and he entered me after barely touching me down below. Surprisingly I liked it. We seldom had sex in the morning, so it was different. And Gary lasted much longer than usual before giving me more of his seed. I did not have an orgasm, but that was alright. I think it bolstered my darling husband's ego, and he was so nice and sweet all that weekend.

Right after breakfast I began calling to get a morning-after pill. I called the hospital emergency room. The supervisor told me that I would have to enter the ER as a patient in order to have a doctor see me. The hospital bill, plus the doctor fee, would be about $400.

Next I called Planned Parenthood. The woman there said that the nurse practitioner would not be in until Monday morning, but I could get a prescription at that time. That would be too late. It must be taken within 72 hours of intercourse. I called the Raper Relief Hotline, but they only help rape victims or minors. No luck getting that pill.

I decided not to bother my husband with my troubles. If I were pregnant he would be the first to receive the news. After all, the chances I had been impregnated were quite slim. Gary and I had sex without my diaphragm several times on the eleventh, and even the twelfth day, of my cycle.

One other thing happened that morning that was very disconcerting, and it turned out to be an omen of things to come. I was hugging my son Ian when he turned to me and asked, "Did you get 'knocked up' on your trip, Mommy?" he asked me so innocently. At first I did not think I had heard him correctly, but I knew I had.

"Where did you hear anything like that?" I asked him.

"Daddy told Aunt Thelma that he was afraid you might get 'knocked up' on your trip," said my son. Then he put his arm around me and said, "I'm glad you didn't get 'knocked up', Mommy." Of course he had no idea what the words meant. He was only parroting what he had heard. I hoped that Ryan had not heard his dad say those words, He might know more about such things than I thought he did.

Monday morning Mel sent me flowers with a nice thank-you note. He also sent me a gift certificate for a local department store. I did not realize he had won over $1200 playing cards that last night in the casino. I knew he had won over $800 earlier. The gift certificate was in gratitude for giving him such good luck.

That was not the only good thing to come out of my trip. A few days later Mel called to tell me that he had received a notice that Mrs. Deena Williams had won a raffle prize of a two-night hotel package. Mel had written my name on the back of a business card and placed it in the box at one of his business meeting. We both laughed about it, and I told him that perhaps his sister could use it. About a month later Mel told me that one of his employees was able to use it. My plane ticket had been issued for Mrs. Williams, as well as the hotel reservation. I had been addressed as Mrs. Williams three or four times in our hotel. I did not mind, but I would never want that name in real life. Gary had just returned with our sons when Mel brought me home. I was hoping we would arrive before Gary returned. I did not want my sons to see Mel bringing me home from the airport. I was glad that Mel did not stay. Gary was very cordial to Mel, but I an sure there was a lot of electricity in the air. It was best they stay apart for a few days. Anything they wanted to discuss could be done the next Monday at work
I had missed my boys, and our family spent a nice evening together. I think my sons were happier to see me than my husband. They wanted to know all about the airplane ride, and whether it was scary. I had brought them some souvenirs, and they were thrilled over those little mementos.

After the boys were in bed I had some nice quiet time with my husband. But, inevitably, the questions came. I was expecting to be quizzed, and I knew I had to be truthful. "How many times did he poke' you?" was the first question.

"Oh, quite a few," was my reply.

"How many times is that? I'm sure he 'screwed' you every morning and every night, didn't he?"

It took me a few moments to frame my answer. "Yes, he did it every morning and every night, too." I did not go into more details, but he had more questions.

"Did you use your diaphragm?"

"No. I did not need it on those days. Besides I have to leave it in at least eight hours, and it would have not been practical. I had deliberately left my night stand drawer slightly ajar before I had left for the airport, and it was closed when I returned. I knew that Gary had checked to see whether I had taken my diaphragm with me.

I did volunteer the information that I went to sleep each night with Mel's sex organ inside me. I had mentioned that to Gary after I had spent those nights with Mel at that spa. I hoped that Gary would try it more often if I mentioned it.

Gary still wanted more details about my sex activity with Mel, and I did my best to answer them honestly. I did tell him that I had a wonderful time, and that I loved him very much for allowing me to cuckold him, and I think I proved it with all my hugs and kisses.

And I told him about all our other activities, including the shopping and purchase of the expensive evening dress Mel had purchased for me. Later I put it on for Gary to see. "Well, having a boyfriend who doesn't have family bills to pay is the best kind. He sure spends the money on you," observed Gary.

Gary was extra loving that evening, and I was very receptive to his lovemaking. I had already discovered that my talking about my sex activities with Mel arouses him, and it was very evident that evening. He is not the gentlest man in the world in bed, but I did not complain. He was eager for sex, and he deserved to take it the way he wanted it. I did have to push his mouth away twice when his tongue got overzealous licking my clitoris. I really was not in the mood for sex, but he deserved it, and I wanted it only for one reason. I would much rather have my husband's sperm impregnate me than any other man's.

The next morning I awakened when Gary went to the bathroom. I decided it might be a good idea to have more of my husband's seed in me, so I began fondling Gary's sex organ. It worked. He had been only half-asleep, and I soon had him wide awake with a very nice erection. I pretended that I was very eager to receive him, and he entered me after barely touching me down below. Surprisingly I liked it. We seldom had sex in the morning, so it was different. And Gary lasted much longer than usual before giving me more of his seed. I did not have an orgasm, but that was alright. I think it bolstered my darling husband's ego, and he was so nice and sweet all that weekend.

Right after breakfast I began calling to get a morning-after pill. I called the hospital emergency room. The supervisor told me that I would have to enter the ER as a patient in order to have a doctor see me. The hospital bill, plus the doctor fee, would be about $400.

Next I called Planned Parenthood. The woman there said that the nurse practitioner would not be in until Monday morning, but I could get a prescription at that time. That would be too late. It must be taken within 72 hours of intercourse. I called the Raper Relief Hotline, but they only help rape victims or minors. No luck getting that pill.

I decided not to bother my husband with my troubles. If I were pregnant he would be the first to receive the news. After all, the chances I had been impregnated were quite slim. Gary and I had sex without my diaphragm several times on the eleventh, and even the twelfth day, of my cycle.

One other thing happened that morning that was very disconcerting, and it turned out to be an omen of things to come. I was hugging my son Ian when he turned to me and asked, "Did you get 'knocked up' on your trip, Mommy?" he asked me so innocently. At first I did not think I had heard him correctly, but I knew I had.

"Where did you hear anything like that?" I asked him

."Daddy told Aunt Thelma that he was afraid you might get 'knocked up' on your trip," said my son. Then he put his arm around me and said, "I'm glad you didn't get 'knocked up', Mommy." Of course he had no idea what the words meant. He was only parroting what he had heard. I hoped that Ryan had not heard his dad say those words, He might know more about such things than I thought he did.

Monday morning Mel sent me flowers with a nice thank-you note. He also sent me a gift certificate for a local department store. I did not realize he had won over $1200 playing cards that last night in the casino. I knew he had won over $800 earlier. The gift certificate was in gratitude for giving him such good luck.

That was not the only good thing to come out of my trip. A few days later Mel called to tell me that he had received a notice that Mrs. Deena Williams had won a raffle prize of a two-night hotel package. Mel had written my name on the back of a business card and placed it in the box at one of his business meeting. We both laughed about it, and I told him that perhaps his sister could use it. About a month later Mel told me that one of his employees was able to use it. My plane ticket had been issued for Mrs. Williams, as well as the hotel reservation. I had been addressed as Mrs. Williams three or four times in our hotel. I did not mind, but I would never want that name in real life.

CHAPTER 6

I had missed my boys, and our family spent a nice evening together. I think my sons were happier to see me than my husband. They wanted to know all about the airplane ride, and whether it was scary. I had brought them some souvenirs, and they were thrilled over those little mementos.

After the boys were in bed I had some nice quiet time with my husband. But, inevitably, the questions came. I was expecting to be quizzed, and I knew I had to be truthful. "How many times did he poke' you?" was the first question.

"Oh, quite a few," was my reply.

"How many times is that? I'm sure he 'screwed' you every morning and every night, didn't he?"

It took me a few moments to frame my answer. "Yes, he did it every morning and every night, too." I did not go into more details, but he had more questions.

"Did you use your diaphragm?"

"No. I did not need it on those days. Besides I have to leave it in at least eight hours, and it would have not been practical. I had deliberately left my night stand drawer slightly ajar before I had left for the airport, and it was closed when I returned. I knew that Gary had checked to see whether I had taken my diaphragm with me.

I did volunteer the information that I went to sleep each night with Mel's sex organ inside me. I had mentioned that to Gary after I had spent those nights with Mel at that spa. I hoped that Gary would try it more often if I mentioned it.

Gary still wanted more details about my sex activity with Mel, and I did my best to answer them honestly. I did tell him that I had a wonderful time, and that I loved him very much for allowing me to cuckold him, and I think I proved it with all my hugs and kisses.

And I told him about all our other activities, including the shopping and purchase of the expensive evening dress Mel had purchased for me. Later I put it on for Gary to see. "Well, having a boyfriend who doesn't have family bills to pay is the best kind. He sure spends the money on you," observed Gary.

Gary was extra loving that evening, and I was very receptive to his lovemaking. I had already discovered that my talking about my sex activities with Mel arouses him, and it was very evident that evening. He is not the gentlest man in the world in bed, but I did not complain. He was eager for sex, and he deserved to take it the way he wanted it. I did have to push his mouth away twice when his tongue got overzealous licking my clitoris. I really was not in the mood for sex, but he deserved it, and I wanted it only for one reason. I would much rather have my husband's sperm impregnate me than any other man's.

The next morning I awakened when Gary went to the bathroom. I decided it might be a good idea to have more of my husband's seed in me, so I began fondling Gary's sex organ. It worked. He had been only half-asleep, and I soon had him wide awake with a very nice erection. I pretended that I was very eager to receive him, and he entered me after barely touching me down below. Surprisingly I liked it. We seldom had sex in the morning, so it was different. And Gary lasted much longer than usual before giving me more of his seed. I did not have an orgasm, but that was alright. I think it bolstered my darling husband's ego, and he was so nice and sweet all that weekend.

Right after breakfast I began calling to get a morning-after pill. I called the hospital emergency room. The supervisor told me that I would have to enter the ER as a patient in order to have a doctor see me. The hospital bill, plus the doctor fee, would be about $400.

Next I called Planned Parenthood. The woman there said that the nurse practitioner would not be in until Monday morning, but I could get a prescription at that time. That would be too late. It must be taken within 72 hours of intercourse. I called the Raper Relief Hotline, but they only help rape victims or minors. No luck getting that pill.

I decided not to bother my husband with my troubles. If I were pregnant he would be the first to receive the news. After all, the chances I had been impregnated were quite slim. Gary and I had sex without my diaphragm several times on the eleventh, and even the twelfth day, of my cycle.

One other thing happened that morning that was very disconcerting, and it turned out to be an omen of things to come. I was hugging my son Ian when he turned to me and asked, "Did you get 'knocked up' on your trip, Mommy?" he asked me so innocently. At first I did not think I had heard him correctly, but I knew I had.

"Where did you hear anything like that?" I asked him

."Daddy told Aunt Thelma that he was afraid you might get 'knocked up' on your trip," said my son. Then he put his arm around me and said, "I'm glad you didn't get 'knocked up', Mommy." Of course he had no idea what the words meant. He was only parroting what he had heard. I hoped that Ryan had not heard his dad say those words, He might know more about such things than I thought he did.

Monday morning Mel sent me flowers with a nice thank-you note. He also sent me a gift certificate for a local department store. I did not realize he had won over $1200 playing cards that last night in the casino. I knew he had won over $800 earlier. The gift certificate was in gratitude for giving him such good luck.

That was not the only good thing to come out of my trip. A few days later Mel called to tell me that he had received a notice that Mrs. Deena Williams had won a raffle prize of a two-night hotel package. Mel had written my name on the back of a business card and placed it in the box at one of his business meeting. We both laughed about it, and I told him that perhaps his sister could use it. About a month later Mel told me that one of his employees was able to use it. My plane ticket had been issued for Mrs. Williams, as well as the hotel reservation. I had been addressed as Mrs. Williams three or four times in our hotel. I did not mind, but I would never want that name in real life

I soon had another problem. I missed my period. Mel called on the Tuesday that my period was due. He wanted to come over the next evening. We had not seen each other since we had returned from our trip. I told him that my period was due, and his playground would not be open for him. His reply was just what I had expected. "Dee, I think you got one of my seeds sprouting in there. You won't need to cover your delicious pussy with a napkin for a long time."

I shivered when he said that. I did not have to be reminded. I was already worried about it, and his words were not encouraging. We did agree to meet the following Wednesday. My period did not start that Tuesday or in the next week. My periods were always reliable, starting every 29 days. I might be a day early or a day late, but unless I had been very ill I was always on time.

Another week of worry went past. Mel had to go away on business the following week, so we missed that date, too. After another week with no period I was really worried. I had not missed a period since I was thirteen. I have known women who missed an occasional period, and I fervently hoped that was my problem. Deep down, I knew I was kidding myself. Even by the end of the second week I was getting symptoms from my body. I felt pain in my breasts a few times. I caught myself crying for no reason too often. I know that I yelled at my boys when they did not deserve it. I was beginning the ride on the emotional roller coaster.

When I knew for certain that my period was not coming I bought a pregnancy test kit. It was positive. I was pregnant. I waited another week or so before I went to the doctor. She confirmed what I already knew. I was pregnant.

That evening I broke the news to my husband. He did not say so, but from the way he acted he had suspected that I was pregnant, and he suspected that Mel was the father. I told him that Mel and I had sex that morning before we left Las Vegas, but I reminded him that he had sex with me that evening also. I did not dare tell him that Mel had inseminated me twice that last day when I should have used my diaphragm. And I did not dare tell him how Mel had practically raped me doing it and he had tried to keep his seed in me as long as possible.

When Gary kept insisting that Mel must be the father I reminded him that he was the one who had instigated my sex activity with Mel. I wanted to add that he had given me permission to go with Mel to Las Vegas, but I decided that would be unfair to him.

I knew that Gary did not believe in abortions, and either do I. Nevertheless I told him that if he wanted me to have an abortion I would. Instead he agreed that I should have the baby. He promised that he would raise any child I had as our child, regardless of its paternity. I fervently hoped he would later honor those words.

The next morning I received another bouquet of flowers from Mel. The accompanying card said: Congratulations, Mother. Was it wishful thinking on his part? How did he know for certain? Well, that afternoon I received an expensive box of European chocolates with another similar note.

As soon as Gary returned home he admitted to me that he had told Mel that morning that I was pregnant. He said the two had a long talk, and that Mel offered to help us in any way he could if he were the father of my baby. Mel had even hinted at setting up a college fund for the baby. He said that Mel was very anxious to see me, and that he had told Mel to come over after the boys were in bed. Gary said he would leave the house for a few hours so we could have some privacy. That was strange. He had never done that before. I only had Mel alone in our house on poker nights.

Mel arrived before I had the boys in bed. He and Gary talked for a while before Gary left to see a movie. Mel and I began hogging and kissing quietly until the boys were asleep. By the time we were ready to go into the shower together I had Mel half undressed. Mel could not stop rubbing my belly. I could tell he was so excited over what I had growing in there. He always treated me so gently, and that evening he really treated me like a delicate flower. After we dried each other he carefully lifted me and placed me on his turgid penis.

Once Mel had placed me on my bed he kissed me and licked me all over. His actions would have aroused the most frigid female, and I was definitely not a frigid female. Mel performed oral sex on my genitals even more lovingly and gently than usual. He would get me almost to an orgasm before stopping and kissing me. I did have to stop him a couple times when he tried to suckle on my breasts. They were already getting tender to the soft touches and suckling. I thought he would never enter me. I wanted him in me so badly. When he finally had his wonderful penis completely inside me I was in heaven again. God, it was wonderful! He had been without sex for a long time, and he ejaculated much quicker than he usually did. He also was only able to stay inside me for a much shorter time after he emptied his seminal fluid in me. I was so close to an orgasm, but I could not reach that last plateau of pleasure. Still, it was very good sex, and I enjoyed it immensely."I am so sorry to leave you high and dry," said Mel when he moved alongside me. Once again he began oral sex, but I had to push him away. It was hurting me. Still hugging closely, I fell asleep.

When Mel kissed me later I awakened. He was standing alongside the bed fully dressed.

"I wanted to put another load into you tonight to nourish our baby, Dee, but you looked so sweet and peaceful lying there that I felt guilty. Our baby told me to get dressed and leave you alone." I looked at the clock. I had been asleep about a half hour.

Mel told me to stay in bed. He gave me one short kiss before departing. It was not even ten o'clock. I was probably fast asleep in one minute, awakening when Gary moved into bed much later.

By the end of my third month I was beginning to show. I was definitely larger than I had been with the other two babies. I think I was already larger than I had been during my fifth month with my boys. I did not want to tell my husband, but I was certain that Mel was the father. I had mixed feelings. I worried about my sons, and how they would feel. There was no way that I could ever live with Mel. I lost a lot of sleep over the dilemma.

Four months after I had become pregnant Mel called me one evening with a request. His sister who lived with him had to go to the hospital for surgery the next day. Normally his mother would care for her toddler granddaughter, but she was physically unable to do it for more than a few hours. He wondered if I would be willing to care for the baby for at least two days, and maybe three. He would pay me, of course. I talked to the mother before committing myself, and I also asked my husband. He had no objections. So I agreed.

Mel and his sister brought the toddler over a day later. She was a darling girl, eighteen months old. My boys were ecstatic. They loved her so much. The first time I changed her diaper I let them watch. They were all eyes. Ian giggled a little, but Ryan shushed him. That evening little Patrice wanted to get in the tub with the boys, so I removed her diaper and let her climb in the tub. My boys loved it, and I am sure Patrice did not mind my sons touching her in forbidden places when they thought I would not see it happening. It didn't matter.

Having Patrice in our house for three days helped me immensely. I loved her, and the boys loved her, too. Holding and cuddling that darling black baby convinced me that I wanted one, too. I did not say anything to Gary, but I secretly hoped my baby would be black.

That Saturday when Mel picked up his niece he brought some nice surprises for me. Gary had taken our boys to a college football game. The baby had fallen asleep on the living room floor, and I was lying alongside her when Mel arrived. I was still wearing my robe after a late morning shower. I had been thinking about Mel, and I was hoping he might make love to me. As soon as he hugged me and I felt his already firm sex organ pressing against me I knew I had to have him inside me. He did not disappoint me, carrying me quickly into the bedroom and opening my robe. My breasts were a little tender, but his gentle suckling felt so good. His mouth soon found my pudendum, and he was driving me wild. Neither of us could wait very long, and soon he brought me to a shaking orgasm with his magical tongue. Mel loved feeling my swollen abdomen, but he was hesitant about entering me. I assured him that neither I or the baby would mind, so he very gently moved between my open legs and slowly entered my vagina. It felt so good, and I did not want it to end. We were bot too excited, and Mel had his climax too soon. Lying there fondling and kissing for about fifteen minutes, I succeeded in arousing his sex organ again. Mel took a long time, and I enjoyed every bit of his lovemaking. Unfortunately Patrice awakened and began crying. Mel hurried to have his ejaculation. I did not get there, but I still enjoyed every precious moment he was in me. Of course he apologized for mot bringing me to another climax, but we both blamed it on Patrice.
Patrice was such a good baby. She waited until Mel softened before she awoke and began crying. I had to change her before Mel took her home.

For the next few hours I debated whether to tell Gary what I had done while he was away. I had always told my husband about my activities with Mel, but that time I decided not to tell what we had done.

Well, the first thing my husband said after the boys were in their room surprised me. "Well, Dee, did Mel take care of your pussy today and feed his baby?" I guess I had a puzzled look on my face, and all I could do was smile and hug him. Then Gary explained that Mel had given him the game tickets. "I told him you needed a good fucking, and he said he would be glad to oblige," said Gary. I had to admit I liked the result, and I thanked my husband for allowing me to have sex with my lover again. I made certain that my husband was rewarded that night, too.

When I was in my fifth month Mel made me unhappy. He had driven me to the doctor's office once before as a favor to my husband, but he remained in the car with Ian. That day we did not have Ian with us, so Mel went into the clinic with me. He held my hand, and then sat with his arm around me in that crowded clinic waiting room. I could feel the women, all white, staring and glaring at me. I had to keep my head down. How would people react when I took my black baby out in public?

To compound my embarrassment we stopped at a pharmacy on the way home. Mel knew the owner, and all his mother's medications came from there. I preferred to go to my usual store, but Mel was doing the driving. We had to wait for my prescription. Two black male friends of Mel's came in, along with two of their teenage sons. After introducing me as his girlfriend, Mel patted my pregnant belly and said, "I got a seed growing in my garden here. I hope it's a little boy." Everybody laughed but me. I did notice that Mel did not say that it was his baby growing inside me. He did not have to. From the way he phrased his words I am certain his friends assumed he was the father. Both of his friends commented on how pretty a white woman looks when growing a black baby in her belly. They made a couple of other very crude remarks that even Mel did not appreciate. He apologized to me later when I began crying.

CHAPTER 7

Mel no longer came over Wednesday evenings to spend amorous time with me after about my eighteenth week. The last time we had sex I was about six months into my pregnancy. Mel had insisted on taking me shopping for maternity clothes. He had seen a maternity dress in a newspaper ad, and he wanted me to see it. The last thing I needed was a man to go looking at maternity clothes with me. And I really did not need any more. Only after he agreed to accompany me to the store, but to wait outside the maternity section, did I consent to go with him. I did agree that the dress he wanted was very nice, but it was very expensive. It was a good fit, too. Since he was paying the bill I picked up some maternity lingerie to complement my maternity wardrobe.

It was a school holiday, and I had left my boys with their aunt. After shopping we went home and I modeled my new maternity clothes for Mel. Then we had sex. I was not that much in the mood, but Mel had been so nice, and he wanted sex so badly that I could not refuse him. I did let him know that I was doing it as a special favor for him. I really did appreciate his spending so much money on me, and his caring attitude and concern for my welfare. Riding on Mel's very masculine member did arouse me more than I had expected. No orgasm for me, but Mel had his pleasure. He had told me that he was "full", and he had not exaggerated. Since I would not let him go to deep into me almost all his semen drained right out on his abdomen. He did not mind it, and I liked it that way very much.

About two weeks after our shopping trip Mel had a medical problem. My sister had just come over that morning when Gary called to tell me that Mel had been taken to the hospital with a possible heart attack. I called the hospital and was told that Mel had just come out of surgery, and was in the intensive care unit. My sister drove us to the hospital. She stayed with our kids while I went into the ICU to see Mel. Mel's sister and her boyfriend were there. Mel was awake, but barely. All drugged up. Mel's sister was aware that I was pregnant, and I guess she assumed Mel was the daddy. She told her boyfriend that I was Mel's girlfriend. Since she said that I did not feel so self-conscious when I gave Mel a kiss, and then sat there holding his hand.

I had only been there a few minutes when the nurse who had escorted me in returned and said to Mel's sister and her boyfriend that they would have to leave for about fifteen minutes while they attended to Mel's dressings and other needs. I started to walk out, too, but the nurse said to me, "You may stay, Mrs. Williams, if you wish." So I stayed. She had seen me kiss Mel, and I was still holding his hand with my wedding ring in view. Since I was obviously pregnant, the nurse must have assumed I was Mel's wife. The two nurses had to change a large bandage on his chest. I noticed that Mel had a catheter in his very black and very well-displayed penis. The nurse checked the catheter and she taped the tube closer to his penis. He had a bandage on his groin that had a weigh placed on it. I learned later that they had put a tube into a blood vessel there and ran it up into his hear.

Mel continued to call me occasionally after he stopped visiting me, but I received no more flowers. I did not want to believe my husband when he told me that Mel was seen around the business almost every day with a white woman. By the way he was holding her it was obvious to all that they were lovers. Finally I let my curiosity get the best of me and I called him. I asked him if he had another girlfriend. He laughed, but he finally admitted it. "I got needs, Dee," he laughed. "After our baby gets out of there so I can get back in things will be like they were." That hurt.

I avoided until my ninth month telling my doctor that there was a possibility that my baby might be biracial. I made up a tale that I had too much to drink at a party, and that one of my husband's black coworkers had taken advantage of me. Since I did not have my diaphragm inserted, there was a possibility that he might have impregnated me instead of my husband. I doubt she really believed my story. She smiled and said that such things do happen, and she had seen such cases herself. I think she was merely trying to make me feel better. She thanked me for letting her know. I already knew that the baby was a girl, but she said we would not know whose sperm had reached my egg first until my baby was delivered.

After six hours of labor I delivered my baby girl. She was much larger than my sons had been. My doctor looked at me and smiled, saying, "Your husband will be relieved. She is a beautiful little blonde baby." When I was being wheeled to my room the nurse whispered, "You are in luck. Your baby does not have any Negroid features." My doctor had obviously been talking.

EPILOGUE

Mel had gone on several business trips during the latter months of my pregnancy. Well, it turned out he was looking for another business. When our daughter was two months old Mel completed selling his interest in his local auto dealership. He bought into a similar business in California.

My husband had been correct about Mel having another girlfriend. Mel supposedly married her before they moved to California.

Mel had to return a few months later to testify in a lawsuit involving his former business. My husband also had to testify, and he saw Mel and his wife a few times. His wife was seven months pregnant. That meant that Mel had impregnated her while I was pregnant.

My husband has learned that Mel's new business is not doing very good. Most auto dealerships are not. Gary also heard that Mel's wife gave birth to a girl.

If you desire more information let me know at deena472@hotmail.com. A BLACK BABY? MAYBE EDITED

CHAPTER 1

I have read messages on the internet where white males want to get their wives to accept sex with black males. I never dreamed that my husband Gary would fit in this category. Here is my account of what my husband did to make me a cuckolding wife:

Melvin, his boss, was a black male, and he had ben at our house several times with my husband's rotating poker group. He was very nice, always so cheerful and considerate. Our small sons, ages 3 and 5,really liked him. Every time he came to our house he brought some candy and played with my boys.

Well, one evening after the poker players had gone and I was cleaning up the living room Gary put his arm around me. After a hug and a kiss he laughed and said with a smirk on his face, "Mel told me tonight he would like to get into your panties sometime." I was flattered, but I dismissed his remark.

Over the next several days my husband made other remarks about Mel and hinted that he bet I would like to get in bed with Mel. I don't think I ever replied to his remarks, but maybe I did.

A couple weeks later my husband came home from work with some cheerful news. He was hoping to get promoted to office manager. Mel was co-owner of the auto dealership, and it would be his decision. Gary reiterated Mel's desire to have sex with me. if I would have sex with Mel, he would be a shoo-in for the job. His words shocked me. I did not want to do such a thing. Could my husband be serious? At first I refused to even discuss it, but Gary kept at me. He reminded me about our financial problems, and how his low-paying job was hindering us.

After several evenings listening to Gary's incessant pleading I reluctantly consented to have a sexual encounter with Mel.

A few days later Gary called me from work to tell me that the Big Event would be that night. It was a short notice, but it was probably better for me. I had less time to think about it. Like most women I had often fantasized about sex with another man, but a black man had never been in my fantasies. Anyway I was on needles and pins the rest of the day.

Mel took me out to dinner that evening, and Gary stayed home with our boys. After a very nice dinner in a very expensive restaurant we went to Mel's condo, which he shared with his mother and sister. They were out of town, and that was why our date was on such short notice. After a tour of the place and another glass of wine we went into Mel's bedroom.

What a wonderful introduction to black sex. I was very nervous and tense, and Mel realized it. He suggested we shower together, but I just couldn't do that. I did undress in front of him, and I watched him disrobe. I did want to see what I was getting into - or rather what was going to be getting into me. He had been a football player in college and had played professionally, and he had a great body. He was slightly taller than Gary, and at least thirty pounds heavier. I could not help noticing how dark his genitals were. He was chocolate brown, but his penis was coal-black, a charcoal black.

At dinner Mel had told me rather crudely what he planned to do to me in bed, so I fully expected him to jump on me and treat me rather roughly, but I was wrong, way wrong. We lay there for at least 15 minutes, with Mel gently exploring me with his fingers while we talked about everything but sex. I wanted to get the affair over quickly, but I did not want to take the initiative. I did not touch him until he took my hand and placed it on his penis. I could feel it growing in my hand. And I could feel the excitement building in me, too. I think every woman likes to feel their lover's penis growing in their hand, and realizing the sexual power they have over the male animal. He began suckling tentatively on my breast, not nearly the way I had feared. And in a few more minutes he had his face on my pudendum. I soon realized that his tongue was larger than Gary's tongue - or at least he flitted it farther into my vagina. He soon had me squirming and writhing with pleasure. I did have to stop him when he used his tongue too vigorously on my sensitive little button. He apologized, telling me how eager he was to fill me with his penis, but he wanted to make sure I was ready for him. And I was ready for that, too. Before he used his tongue on me down there I had worried that sex might be painful for me. His tongue caused my juices to flow, so I was no longer so worried about pain.

I had wanted to feel Mel's sex organ after it was fully erect, but I did not have the chance until he was ready to enter me. I did feel it while I guided him in. I realized that his tumescent organ was much fatter than my husband's, and as soon as he gently pushed the swollen mushroom head of his engorged member into my vagina I received some feelings like I had never felt before. And when he began slowly moving his virile member back and forth I was in heaven. It was better than any of my fantasies - better than anything I had ever felt in my vagina.

He was killing me with pleasure, and when I felt his warm semen filling me I knew that this was the best insemination I had ever had. I seldom felt my husband's ejaculation. Usually I only knew that he had ejaculated when his semen began leaking out of me later. But Mel let me know. He went "Oh, oh, oh, my God! Oh, oh, it is so good, so good. Oh, oh!" There was no doubt I was pleasing him.

Mel stayed on me after he finished ejaculating. "I know I did not get you off," he said. "I wanted to last longer, but not having sex for so long and being in such a tight pussy was too much for me." I expected him to fall out like my husband almost always did after he ejaculated, but Mel did not. He kissed my lips and my breasts, and very slowly started moving his still swollen sex organ again. My husband was never able to do that, and I had assumed that all men softened immediately after their orgasm. But not Mel. I had been so close to having an orgasm when Mel had ejaculated, and soon I put my legs around him to hold him in me. Well, after feeling his ejaculation and knowing that I had given him so much pleasure, combined with the stimulation of his renewed penile movements, brought me to having the most wonderful - and longest - orgasm I had ever had. And it was the very first time I had ever had a vaginal orgasm. My husband always had to use his fingers after he climaxed in order to stimulate me to an orgasm. I had heard and read so much about vaginal orgasms, but I had long ago decided it would never happen to me.

We spent at least another half hour talking, exploring and kissing. I was aware that Mel's sex organ was again turgid, but I was hoping he would not want any more sex. Just when I decided to get out of his bed, he whispered to me, "Do you mind if I fuck you again? I might as well get my money's worth. I might not ever get you in bed again.

I was puzzled by Mel's remark about getting his money's worth, but I did not ask. Well, without waiting for my okay Mel again moved between my legs and gently and slowly entered me, and we had sex a second time. I did not quite reach that wonderful plateau of pleasure again. I do know that I fulfilled my role as a sex partner, and that I had given Mel a great deal of pleasure.

I did pay a price for it, however. I had used my diaphragm for birth control, and whenever I use it I leak much more after sex. By the time Mel had me back home my panty was drenched - and I am afraid that his car seat was very wet, too. Mel claimed that he had not had sex for several months, and I believed him, too.

As soon as I entered our house my hubby hugged me and patted my behind. Then the questions began. He wanted all the intimate details. Of course I did not tell him everything. I was a little ashamed for my consensual infidelity, and I avoided direct eye contact with Gary. He was eager to get me in bed after I finished washing. I knew that he wanted sex, and I knew that I could not refuse him, although that was the last thing I wanted that night.

It turned out all right for me, but not so good for my poor husband. He tried so hard, but his penis would not cooperate. It must have a mind of its own. He could not attain an erection. I even tried to help, but to no avail. That had never happened before. I felt sorry for him, but I found it amusing. I was able to go to sleep quickly, and the rest of Mel's fecundating fluid seeped out of me.

In the days following my tryst with Mel I thought about him constantly. I guess my husband did, too. He kept repeatedly asking almost the same questions about that wonderful night. I admitted to him that I had enjoyed the evening in Mel's bed. I also admitted that Mel had ejaculated into me twice. I told him that he had given me an orgasm, but I did not tell him the details. I think that would have been too great a blow to his ego. I really think that feeling Mel's semen being ejaculated so forcefully into me is what actually led to my orgasm. Knowing that pregnancy was definitely possible also gave me an additional vicarious thrill. There were surely millions of Mel's sperm cells frantically swimming around in there trying to make me a mother again.

CHAPTER 2

On the morning of our next date Mel called me to confirm it. I suggested that he not come until 8 o'clock. Gary always left before that time. Well, promptly at eight Mel rang the doorbell. The boys were ready for bed, but they were delighted to see Mel. He played with them until I finally made him quit. Mel had brought me a couple pairs of expensive thong panties. It is something I would never wear, but I put on a pair so Mel could see them. It pleased him very much, especially when I let him remove them for our shower together.

That evening I guess I felt daring. In the shower I fondled and kissed Mel's magnificent manhood while we were showering. He liked it, and I think he wanted me to take that delicious piece of meat dangling in front of me into my mouth, but I stopped short of doing that. After showering and drying each other Mel did something different. He lifted me up and placed me on his very erect sex organ. I did not think I was that juicy, but he was able to impale me on his hard organ and carry me to the bed.

I was glad that Mel had not come over the week before. This week I did not need my diaphragm. When I use my diaphragm I always smell so bad the next morning. I don't know why, but I guess it's a combination of spermicide, my vaginal juices and the semen that don't get along too well.

Thanks to Mel's potent sex organ I had another "first" that evening. Mel brought me to a raging orgasm just before he ejaculated. Then, feeling that his semen was spurting into my very receptive vagina excited me even more; and when he resumed his sexual movements he caused me to climax again. It was wonderful; wonderful to be a woman.

Mel also had another "first" that night. The third time that Mel entered me I wrapped my legs around him and I would not let him pull out. Taking the cue, he continued until he ejaculated for the third time that evening. I was satisfied. Now I knew a man could really do it three times in one evening.

Mel had planned to leave by eleven, but it was almost half-past when he hurriedly dressed and departed. I lay there, sated, satisfied and glowing from our activity. Mel's love again was all over me and the sheet, and I knew I had to change that sheet before my husband came home. I did think about the events of the evening. I was glad that I did not have to use my diaphragm. Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed that I could feel Mel's ejaculations more intensely without the diaphragm in there. I concluded that Mel's semen spurting against my bare cervix is what led to the greater intensity of feeling. And I suppose the volume of semen might also have something to do with it. I thought that sometime I would like to masturbate Mel into a cup so I could see for myself how much he ejaculated. Each of his ejaculations seemed equally copious, but I am sure the volume of semen must be less each time. I think that when a woman knows her partner is genuinely enjoying the sex act by words, hugs and kisses and caresses it enhances her pleasure and leads to more intense orgasms. It does for me. After Mel has his ejaculation and withdraws he always gives me so much love with his kisses, caresses, hugs and words that I really feel I have pleased him. And Mel always thanked me for giving him so much pleasure. The male animal needs the appreciative woman as much as the woman needs him.
I was able to change the sheet and shower before Gary arrived. In fact I was asleep. I noticed it was almost 2 AM. He kissed me and put his hand on my butt. I had my legs tightly together so he could not feel my genitals. I was glad he did not try.

Gary did very little talking the next morning. Did he know what his cheating wife had done last night? He usually talked about his poker game, but that morning he was so silent. I had to make small talk. Even his goodbye kiss that morning was weaker than usual.

Later that morning Mel called me again to thank me for allowing him in my bed, and giving him so much pleasure. "You really emptied my 'balls' last night," he gushed. "I have never shot so much juice into a woman in my life. You've got one hell of a pussy." I don't usually care to hear that kind of talk, but coming from Mel it was okay. I liked it. I knew that I was a woman, a sexual woman.

I told him how Gary had acted that morning, and I asked him if he had mentioned anything to Gary about our planned tryst. He assured me that he had not. I believed him. But that evening Gary still seemed to have something on his mind that he was not willing to share with me.

Before Mel got off the phone he uttered the words that I expected to hear. Mel asked if he could see me again. I had already decided that I definitely desired that we see each other again. The following Wednesday Gary was the host for the card game, so that evening was out. We agreed to have a date the following Wednesday. Just thinking about it excited me. I could hardly wait.

That afternoon the florist delivered a beautiful potted plant. Mel had enclosed a card with a note thanking me again for our evening together. I had to destroy the note, but I hoped the potted plant would serve as a wonderful reminder for a long time in the future.

Our next date began with our shower together. I expected Mel to carry me to the bed again anchored to him by his penis. Instead he carried me like a baby to the bed. Once in bed we did some hugging, kissing and caressing, but Mel did very little touching of my genitals. I did play with his solid erection and the rest of him down there, but he did not reciprocate. I was beginning to think that something was the matter. Then, after moving onto me and giving me a long kiss, Mel looked into my eyes and whispered, "Dee, can I put my 'love muscle' between your upper lips? I would like very much to have you suck the juice out of my 'nuts' for a change."

I had feared that such a thing would happen on one of our dates. My husband had wanted the same thing soon after we were married. I did it a few times, but I did not like it. The only reason that I did it was to please him in a special way after he had done something nice for me. It was a very special treat for him. He always pulled his penis out of my mouth before he ejaculated. During the final weeks of my first pregnancy I did it for Gary's benefit. Again Gary would always withdraw his penis from my mouth before ejaculating. I just could not get myself to permit him to squirt in my mouth. Late in my second pregnancy I fellated him again a few times until one time he ejaculated in my mouth without warning me beforehand. I ran into the bathroom and spat out most of his semen. After gargling I actually sickened and vomited a little. I never let him put his penis in my mouth again.

Mel had such a pleading look in his eyes that evening and I did want to please him, but... . Finally I said that if he would lie on his back I would do it, but not with his penis hovering over me in the position he was now in. I did not want his semen in my mouth, but I knew he wanted to squirt it in there. Mel was aware of my reluctance to have his penis in my mouth, and he promised not to ejaculate in my mouth. Mel promptly moved off me and I moved over him.

It took longer than I had expected. All the time he kept telling me how good it felt, and thanking me for being such a good sport. He told me that he would move his penis from my mouth before ejaculating, but that he preferred not to. I did not say anything, but when he told me that he was going to "shoot" I gripped his penis tightly and said, "It's okay. You can do it in my mouth." Most of his semen ran out of my mouth and down the shaft of his penis where it had come from. Most of the rest I spat into the towel. I wiped the semen from Mel's pubic hair and his penis before lying down again.

Mel tried his best to assuage my feelings over what had just occurred. I believe he was very sincere. We had regular sex later that night, but it was not so great as the first time in my bed. I think having his semen in my mouth dampened my ardor and desire a little. I don't know. I did not have an orgasm the second time we had regular sex. I was feeling much better by then, however.

We lay in bed the last hour just enjoying the closeness. That was the best part of the evening for me, lying there caressing and fondling. Mel did most of the touching and exploring. It was wonderful just lying there in his arms.

We planned our next date while lying there. I told him that I thought we should limit our trysts to about twice a month. I think he wanted to bed me more often, but I reminded him I had a husband, too. He needed me as much as Mel. Before Mel left we agreed to meet in two weeks.

For our next lovemaking tryst in my bedroom I had to use my diaphragm. I wished it were not necessary, but it was the wrong time of the month for me. Precaution is so much better than indiscretion in such intimate matters. Sex was definitely much better without that latex shield protecting my cervix from those millions of swimming little seeds that Mel deposited so forcefully into my very receptive vagina. In addition to the more intense feelings with the unprotected sex I think that the idea that I was tempting fate - the possibility of a pregnancy - enhanced the pleasure. I don't know.

Something happened on our next date that bothered me very much. We always keep our bedroom door partially open at night. Ryan, our older son, has asthma, and we have to be able to hear him if he has an asthma attack. That particular evening we wee having sex when we had an interruption. Mel had just emptied a copious quantity of his semen into me after giving me a wonderful orgasm when Ian, my younger son, came into the bedroom. I saw the door moving open, but I did not see Ian right away. "Momma, I don't feel good," he said. Immediately I tried to get out from under Me. In turn Mel rolled off me and tried to shield me from my son. I grabbed my robe while Mel picked up Ian.

Well, that was the end of our lovemaking for that night. I took Ian into the bathroom to remove his pajamas and clean him. Mel put on his underwear and went out to the kitchen. After I had Ian back in bed I joined Mel. After a rather listless kiss Mel realized that my enthusiasm for sex had waned. No more intimacies that evening. I made coffee, and I cut a piece of cake for Mel. As soon as Mel dressed we had one final hug and kiss before he departed.

When I talked to my son the next morning he never mentioned Mel. I don't think he was aware that Mel was the man who had picked him up. I believe he thought it was his father. I hoped that was the case. Anyway, Ian never mentioned it.

The next time Mel and I had sex my husband discovered that I was cuckolding him. He arrived home very early from his poker game, and he had spotted Mel's car parked out front. Just at that moment Mel left our house and went to his car. Later Gary told me he had left his poker game early because of a splitting headache. I thought that he was not telling the whole truth, but I never said anything. Mel had left early also that evening to go to the airport. If my husband would have come home ten minutes earlier he would have caught Mel and me in bed.

I did not hear my husband enter the house. He must have moved very quietly to the bathroom where I was busy washing out Mel's contributions to our lovemaking. He was probably watching me for several seconds before I noticed him. His presence startled me. He stood there motionless in the bathroom doorway. He started to say something, but suddenly turned and went into the bedroom. I joined him in the bed a few minutes later. I had planned to change the damp sheet, but it was too late for that.

I expected a tirade of rancor to be hurled at me. I know I deserved it, but it did not happen. We lay there in silence for a minute or two before he began to talk. "Well, Dee, `did you and Mel have fun?" I'll bet Mel really pumped you full of juice tonight." I started to say something, but before I could his questions began. "How many times did he unload his 'nuts' in you?"

That time he did wait for a reply. I did not want to lie to him, but I guess I did bend the truth a little. I did not want to hurt his ego. Using one of Mel's favorite expressions I replied, "He 'popped his nuts' in me twice," I replied tersely. Then I added, "We did stay joined together for quite a while and just enjoyed the feelings."

"Did he get you off, too?" was his next question. I only had one climax that evening, but I decided I better tell Gary that I had two orgasms to justify having sex twice. Mel did want to bring me manually to another orgasm, but I stopped him. I had been sitting on him, and when he told me to stop moving or he would "pop his 'nuts'" I told him to go ahead. In fact I speeded up my rocking motions until he had finished his orgasm.

"I sure hope you washed all his juice out of there." Gary did not really raise his voice. He did not sound angry, just perhaps disgusted. I did not particularly like his choice of words, and I used words that I never use, either, but it could have been worse. However there was no tirade. He did not yell at me or do anything to hurt me physically.

We did lie in bed - but far apart - for a long time talking it over. Gary told me that he had suspected I was having sex with Mel. He told me that he did not mind my having sex with Mel, but he did not want it done behind his back. "It's my fault that Mel ever got into your pussy in the first place. I don't mind you getting your 'cunt' poked by Mel, and I guess it is okay to let him pump you full of his sperm, but I sure don't want to see your belly swell from it. Don't you dare let that happen!" He reached over and patted my belly as he spoke.

I assured Gary that I was always using my diaphragm, although that was not true. I said it merely to make my husband feel a little better. I admitted to him that I should not be doing what I was doing with Mel, and that I would never do it again without his knowledge and permission. I worried that sex with Mel would never be quite so good again. Being daring and doing the forbidden is always more thrilling.

Gary suggested one thing that night that I just could not do. He wanted to watch Mel making love to me. I just could not agree to that. There was no way that I could have sex with another man in front of my husband.

Gary did not press his voyeur desires any further that evening, for which I was thankful. He did opine that having sex with Mel about twice a month was not too much. I squeezed his hand when he made that remark, but I remained silent.

Before I fell asleep that evening I gave a little thought to remarks that both Gary and Mel had repeatedly uttered to me since I first had sex with Mel. Their often-crude remarks concerned their testicles. Although my husband knew better he would often utter words that a man's semen was coming from his testicles. Mel made similar remarks. I often thought about correcting Mel's utterances when he talked about emptying his testicles during sex, and telling me that I had drained them completely. At that time I did think Mel actually believed that all his semen was coning from his precious testicles. I did not know whether he was joking when he would remark that one testicle was empty, but the other one was still full. He made it sound so real. I wonder how many men really believe that. . . ..

CHAPTER 3

Before I started having sex with Mel I was having sex with my husband a little less than once a week. It was almost always spontaneous, and it was always in the evening. If Gary hugged me when he got in bed it was a good sign that he would make love to me. I had long ago ceased trying to initiate love play with him unless he was in a very receptive mood for sex play. That seemed to be coming less and less frequent until I began having sex with Mel. If my husband was not in the mood for sex there was nothing I could do to encourage him. I would have preferred more intimacy, but not necessarily intercourse. After Mel became my lover my husband did want sex a little more often, and he started spending more time in intimate fondling and love play. The sex that followed was better sex, too. Gary knew that he could have me almost any time he wanted. I never refused him, even if I did not have the desire.

One thing did change after Gary gave me permission to have sex with Mel. After I did have sex with Mel he always wanted to know everything Mel and I had done in our bed, but he never touched me down below after I had sex with Mel. I was extra glad of that when I did not use my diaphragm, which I did whenever possible. When Gary would get in bed with me after my extramarital sex activity with Mel I almost always pretended to be asleep. Gary would feel the washcloth between my legs, but that was all. But soon he began remaining in bed for a while after the alarm went off in the morning to ask me the inevitable questions about my previous evening activity with Mel. While we talked he would explore me down below. Sometimes we would have a "quicky". With very little foreplay he would move onto me and enter me. It was not very exciting or arousing, but I never stopped him or complained. Usually he would thrust quickly until he ejaculated, but sometimes he would just do a little quick thrusting before pulling out and rushing into the bathroom. He was very unpredictable. I never tried to stop him, but I certainly never encouraged him, either. I had to hurry to fix his breakfast before I had my shower. I think I liked him better if he did have an ejaculation. He seemed to be more talkative at the breakfast table.

One nice thing that Mel did during our lovemaking I really liked, and I tried to get Gary to do it, too. After Mel and I had completed the sex act he would always hug me and fondle me gently. As soon as he had another erection he would often enter me again, usually lying alongside me and lifting my leg over his. We would lie in that position for a long while until it got too tiring for me. I really liked lying there that way. I told Gary how much I liked it, so he tried. It was okay, but he would soften so quickly and could not remain joined to me. I did appreciate his effort, and it did make our intimacies more enjoyable.

Although some of the thrill of illicit sex was now gone, it did have some good consequences. A couple times on Gary's poker nights Mel would take me out to dinner, bringing me home just in time for Gary to leave for his game. Although I would never allow my husband to watch me in bed with my lover, I did start kissing Mel openly in front of him if our sons were not present. Sometimes Mel went a little farther than merely kissing, and my husband seemed to approve. He would even utter words to Mel, egging him on. I did tell my husband a couple times to watch his language. I did not care for his words and expressions.

One Saturday night Mel took me out to dinner. After attending a play at the university , which Gary would never do, Mel took me into his condo. His sister was gone, but his mother was in her room. We kept our voices down, and Mel made much less noise while we were having sex than he usually did at my house.

My husband had persuaded Mel to take some pictures of us together nude. Very reluctantly I had agreed, but I did not expect Mel to take such intimate and revealing pictures as he did. First Mel took some snapshots of me lying on the bed; and then I took some photos of him. Next came some close-ups of my pudendum. Contrary to my wishes he took some photos of his penis entering my vagina. The most disgusting photos were taken with me on my hands and knees, with Mel's semen leaking out of me. I was sorry I ever agreed to be photographed, but I guess I did owe it to my husband.

Mel did not bring me home until well past midnight that photography night. My husband seemed happy that I had such a wonderful evening, and he said that he could hardly wait to see the pictures Mel's sex organ penetrating me. I was shocked and dismayed at his words. Obviously he had known in advance that Mel was going to take some very revealing pictures of our lovemaking that evening. How could he condone such a nasty thing? Contrarily, I hoped that something would happen to Mel's camera, and that he would be unable to download the photos to his computer.

As usual, Gary wanted all the details of my night out, and as usual I never lied to him. But of course I did not tell him everything, either.

The next time Mel came over he brought copies of the pictures he had taken in his bedroom. Many of them were too disgusting, and I did not care to look at them. The one picture I did like was the full-body picture of Mel that I had taken. My husband let me keep that picture for myself. The most revolting picture that I wish I could have destroyed showed me on my knees, with Mel's semen seeping out of my vagina. Gary went crazy over that disgusting picture. When Mel took that photo I was unaware that I was "leaking" like that. It was a very undignified photo, and I wanted to destroy it. I am happy to say that I managed to destroy most of those pictures. Gary never knew until they were long gone.

Gary had asked me several times about the size of Mel's sex organ, and I had told him the truth every time. He had never believed me until he saw those pictures. "You were telling me the truth," he remarked. His "cock" is no bigger than mine. I always thought that black guys had bigger "cocks" than us whites. I actually figured you liked him just for his big tool. He stared at one picture that showed Mel's scrotum. "I think he does have bigger 'nuts' than mine. I'll bet he pumps twice as much sperm into you as I do." I had to agree with him, and I wanted to say something, but I thought it best to keep such observations to myself.

I did get upset over comments my husband made at one of his poker games. I had been having sex with my lover for about eight months when the wife of one of the card players visited me. She told me that at a recent card game at her house my husband had told the players that I had a black lover who came over quite often to make love to me. I did not know what to say. I had known the woman for several years, but we were not close friends. She went on to tell me about an affair she had with a black man when she was in college, and how she liked it so much. I admitted that I had a black lover, but I told her very little. I did yell at my husband that evening for shooting off his mouth. He only laughed, and said he did not think it was any big deal. "Every guy at the games says his wife has screwed some other guy. I'm different. My wife only fucks blacks," he smirked. I thought it was very crude and callous to air such intimate details of our sex life. I would never dream of telling stories about my perfidy to any acquaintances.

I told Mel what that woman told me. He assured me that he had never mentioned our relationship to anyone. When he was at the card games with my husband he had never heard my husband mention anything about my sex life. After we talked about it, Mel did admit that he had mentioned to acquaintances that he was fucking a married white "cunt" with her husband's permission. He insisted he never mentioned any names, and that he never would. I wanted to believe him, but I know how men like to brag.
One evening soon after the photography incident I heard some words from my son that almost caused me to break off our relationship. Mel was playing with my boys as usual before chaperoning them to bed. He had barely returned to me when Ian called out for Mel. Mel headed to the boys' bedroom and I followed behind. Ian said as he giggled, "We want to ask you something, Uncle Mel. It is a secret. We don't want our mother to hear it."That was followed by more giggles. When he said that it was a secret I was very curious, so I stayed outside the room and listened.

Both boys were now giggling loudly. Then I heard Ian say, "Are you going to fuck our mommy tonight?" Then the giggling really got loud. There was a long pause before I heard Mel's voice. "Well, do you want me to?" was Mel's reply.

"Yes!" Two voices shouted in unison. Mel hugged each of the boys again, then came out with a big grin on his face.

"Well, now I have the whole family's approval to screw you," he remarked with a broad grin. I think I gave him a disdainful look. I told him that Ryan must have told Ian to say that. I am sure that Ian, who had just turned four, had no idea of the meaning of the word.

That night, for the first time, Mel brought up the dreaded word - PREGNANCY. He had used that word a few times, but it was especially disconcerting to me that night. It was the eighteenth day of my cycle. I should have put in my diaphragm, but I had decided to be daring. Anyway, Mel brought up the subject by saying that maybe he should help my sons get a baby sister. "I am sure they would approve if I 'knocked you up,' he said. "They have given me approval to sow my seed in you, and I think it might be nice to let the seeds sprout. It would all be part of the family.

We did talk about pregnancy for quite a while. Gary and I had been talking recently about trying to have another baby. We both wanted a girl to complete our family. And we now felt we could afford another baby. We had tentatively decided that after Ian started school we would try to have another baby. Of course, Mel would not be in the picture for that.

I did not want to tell my husband about Ian using the "F" word that way, but I decided I better. It did not bother Gary nearly so much as it had me. We did make one change, though. Instead of coming at eight o'clock, Mel began arriving at nine. A couple times he was still there when Gary returned, but usually he was gone long before midnight.

One Friday evening Mel took my sons and me to a puppet show sponsored by a charity organization for underprivileged children. He invited Gary to go with us as a representative of his company, but Gary did not care for activities like that. Mel was a big donor to it, and he told me that most of the donors were black businessmen. Most of them are or were athletes. Many of them and their wives or girlfriends were there helping out.

I was struck by the number of white women married to the black men. Several had their biracial children with them. Mel introduced me to a few of the men and their white wives. He told them I was a friend. I was glad that he did not call me his girlfriend.

One man had played football with Mel in college. He had two pretty biracial daughters about ten or twelve, and his wife was obviously pregnant again. He patted her belly and said, "She's got a boy in there this time." It made me shudder. That guy did ask Mel if he was going to make me his wife. He leaned closer to Mel and whispered, "You need some kids, Mel. You gotta make a black baby in your woman." I had to turn away. That man's words and smirking smile sent chills all through me.

On the way home I remarked to Mel about all the biracial couples. He said that white women like black athletes. "They like that big bat and the heavy balls they've got to play the game of love with." He laughed as he patted my abdomen. "Wouldn't it be nice to grow a black baby in there?" he teased as he patted me again. I broke out in goose bumps. I started to say something, but my boys were all ears.

Gary had to occasionally go out of town to repossess or pick up vehicles. One week he flew to Iowa with a couple other employees to pick up buses. He gave me permission to go out with Mel Saturday night if I could find a babysitter. He said that he did not want me to invite Mel to spend the night with me in our bed, but he did not say I could not spent the night with .Unknown to me he told Mel the same thing. Well, Mel called and asked if I would like to spend the weekend with him at a fancy resort a couple hours drive away. He offered to pay for a babysitter for the entire weekend. I asked my sister if my boys could stay with her and their cousins. I told her that Gary's employer would pay her to babysit the boys. I did not go into details, and she did not ask. She knew that some extramarital adventure was involved. Friday afternoon I took the boys to their aunt's, and Mel picked me up later for the drive to the resort. We had to stop for dinner, so it was almost ten o'clock when we reached the place. Mel was visibly tired, and he told me that he almost called to cancel our trip. We went down to the spa and sat in the warm water. That felt so good, and it perked up Mel. We did have to endure a lot of stares and disapproving scowls from the guests. They were mostly older people, and they did not like to see a white woman with a black man.

Mel was perfectly content to lie in bed and let me be in charge. We did some hugging and kissing, but not so much as usual. I don't believe he touched me down below until we had a long goodnight kiss. I don't know what possessed me, but feeling Mel's flaccid member pressing against my back caused me to reach around and play with it. Well, soon it was very turgid. In that nice position he managed to enter me from behind. If felt so good. I was content just to feel his male member in me, and soon I was asleep.

Mel still did not feel too keen in the morning. We lay in bed cuddling and kissing for at least an hour, not being in any hurry to arise. We did have sex before we left the bed, but Mel definitely was not at his best that morning.

We went horseback riding that morning. That was the first time I had ever been on a horse, except on the merry-go-round. Mel was a good rider, and he tried to help me. We had to have a lady accompany us. She was not too friendly toward me - I wonder why?

After a delightful swim Mel felt much better. Once back in our room he was his real self. We just lay on the bed joined together for about an hour, cuddling and watching TV, before Mel brought me manually to an orgasm. Then he had his orgasm in me. "No sense wasting all that good sperm when I have a delicious receptacle to put it in," he joked. I did not appreciate his choice of words.

That night the spa was very crowded. We went into the sauna, which was quite an experience. I was the only woman with six men. Two of the men were naked. They had obviously been drinking too much. One of them made a lewd remark implying that I liked getting my pussy filled with black "pussy juice", and they speculated that I might already be pregnant. I had to drag Mel out of there. He was ready to fight all five of those guys.

While we were drinking in the bar later four of those men from the sauna came in and sat at a table near us. After our second drink Mel stood and said loud enough for those guys to hear, "Okay, Honey, let's go up to our room so I can fill you up with some black 'pussy juice'." He smirked at those men as we walked out arm-in-arm. I was smiling at them, too.

It was a wonderful, relaxing night. I did not have to worry about any distractions, which really helped. And after we had both satisfied each other it was time to sleep. After I finally rolled over to go to sleep Mel asked in a whisper, "Dee, can I park my meat in your pussy for a little while? It felt so good that way last night." I was glad to let him do that. After he entered me I think I was asleep in two minutes

I awakened a couple times when I felt Mel moving very slowly and softly inside me. His soft movements awakened me a couple times more, but I returned to sleep immediately. Finally his somewhat deeper thrusting awakened me once again. Then he pushed in hard and had his ejaculation. I squeezed his hand to let him know that I was aware that he had given me more of his seemingly inexhaustible supply of semen. I looked at the clock. It was almost two o'clock. Mel had been joined with me for well over two hours. What a man! My husband did that occasionally, but he always fell out in less than fifteen minutes. It was wonderful.

By morning my period had begun. I was two days early. When I informed Mel and mentioned that I was early he laughed and said it was due to his deep drilling inside me during the night. Maybe it was true. Anyway, no more fun for Mel. I do not have sex during my period - period. I know that many women do, but I never have and I never will.

Mel always called me the day after we had sex to thank me and tell me how much he appreciated me. The only times he told me that he loved me were when we were having sex, and then he only uttered those words a few times. However he always thanked me before he left my bed. Usually a day or two later he would send me flowers and candy for the boys. A few times he gave me a nice gift or a gift certificate. He had very good taste, and every jewelry gift was very nice. I did not like to have him buy me intimate clothing. I preferred a gift card so I could buy my own. I never liked to have Gary buy me underwear, either, but he used to do that for Christmas.

About six weeks after we had spent that nice weekend at the upscale resort Mel called to give me some intriguing news. He had to go to a business meeting in Las Vegas. He had been given a three-night package, complete with airfare and accommodations, for him and his spouse. Of course he had no spouse, but he wanted me to accompany him. "I only have to make a couple appearances at meetings, so most of the time I can be with you," said Mel. He said that he would ask Gary at work that day if he would object to having me go with him - that is if I wanted to go. Well, you know my answer. Of course I wanted to go. So Mel got together with my husband, and my husband was agreeable. I really did not expect my husband to agree to my spending three nights with my lover, but Gary assured me that evening that he did not mind if I wanted to go. That surprised me. Gary had not been too keen on my accompanying Mel on that weekend rip earlier; and whenever he had to be gone overnight or longer to get cars he would not allow me to have Mel come over.

Mel made all the arrangements the next day. The trip would be the following week, leaving on Tuesday and returning Friday. Gary volunteered to take his vacation time to stay home with our sons, but my sister agreed to take my boys for the four days.

Preparing for my trip was so exciting. I thought of Mel, but I also thought about my wonderful husband. I am a very lucky wife to have such a kind and loving husband who is truly interested in pleasing his wife.

CHAPTER 4

Tuesday morning Gary drove me and the boys to the airport. Gary wanted to go into the terminal with me, but I preferred to leave him at the curb. I did not want my sons to know I was going away with Mel. Also I thought it might be a little awkward to have both my lovers together, with one saying goodbye and the other leading me away. I did hug my husband tightly, and I again thanked him for allowing me to go with Mel. "Keep your panties on as much as you can," whispered Gary. My reply was only a smile and another tight hug.

We were seated in first-class on the plane. We had a delightful breakfast, and Mel had two or three cocktails afterward. He had asked me to wear a dress on te flight, and soon I understood why. The drinks made him rather lovey-dovey, and I had to contend with his wandering hand sliding up under my dress. I was glad that the other passenger could not see it, but the flight attendant did. I think she stopped at our seats so often just to see what Mel was doing. Finally I told him to stop. Then he was content to put his arm around me, which led to disapproving stares from the passing passengers. Mel also began making some vulgar comments which I did not care to hear. I think it was the alcohol casing such talk. One comment which Mel made I still remember: "I'm gonna pump so much juice into you that it'll be squirting out of your ears," he said as he squeezed my hand. In the next three days he tried his best to prove that it was not an idle remark.

As soon as we reached our hotel room that Tuesday afternoon Mel grabbed ne in a tight embrace and again iterated what he had in store for me. At the time I did not pay much attention to his boasting. I knew he wanted lots of sex, but I had already concluded that his bark was worse than his bite. Then, before we unpacked Mel began undressing me. "My 'balls' have been begging my 'cock' to empty them for over a week now. They are bursting with seed and begging to be emptied. You're gonna get the biggest load in your pussy that you have ever had", he uttered as he picked me up and placed me on the bed. With very little foreplay he soon entered me and began pumping harder than he ever had. Very soon he began moaning, "Oh, ooh, ooh, oh God, oooh!" Mel never said anything while he was ejaculating, but he certainly did that time. Usually Mel continued gently thrusting after his climax, but that time he just collapsed on me with all his weight for a few seconds before rolling off me.

That was a 'first' for Mel. He always was so concerned over giving me sexual pleasure, but that time he left the bed and began dressing almost immediately. He did help me to my feet and gave me a soft kiss before saying, "God, you really emptied me, Dee. I think that was the biggest 'load' I ever dumped into any 'cunt'." In a few minutes I agreed with that statement. His semen leaked out of me all afternoon. Although I never came close to having an orgasm I was glad that I had caused my lover to be so sated. I think that we women derive almost as much pleasure out of satisfying our lovers' sexual needs as we get from an orgasm. At least I do.

That sex act was only a preview of what was to come on my Las Vegas trip. I think we had sex twelve times on that trip, but it might have been more. Most semen is supposedly absorbed, but not for me. It all seems to leak out, and I had a napkin in my panties almost all the time we were together on that trip.

As soon as we were again dressed we finally unpacked. That took quite a while. Mel was in a very passionate mood, and it was all I could do to get my clothes on without having Mel copulate with me again. Then we finally went downstairs to the casino.

Mel had to leave right away for a couple hours to attend a business meeting. He gave me fifty dollars to gamble away. I was able to play the quarter slot machines for a couple hours, and I was ready to quit when Mel returned . Instead we stayed for another hour. I lost all my money, and Mel lost a great deal at the blackjack table. Mel insisted on going to another casino for dinner, and it was after ten o'clock before we were back in our room.

What a wonderful night! After our shower and very satisfying sex Mel had me so sexually satisfied I wanted only to sleep. As usual, Mel had taken his time with me, using his tongue very effectively before inserting his wonderful penis to finish the sex act. I fell asleep joined to Mel by his gorgeous "love muscle", as he called his male appendage. We lay cuddled closely, with my back against his belly. About an hour later I awakened to the pleasant feelings of his penis moving slowly back and forth inside my vagina. That culminated in another flood of semen into me. It felt good, and I squeezed Mel's hand to let him know that I was aware of what he had just squirted more of his semen into me.

In the morning I awakened before Mel. Lying there waiting for Mel to awaken I thought about my darling husband. I was grateful that I had a husband who was willing to allow his wife to have such extramarital pleasure. I loved him even more for his sacrifices.

When Mel awakened his tumescent sex organ was ripe and ready, and we had a wonderful half hour in bed before having a joint shower. I needed that shower badly, and we lingered there for a long time before drying and dressing.

After breakfast we did more gambling. That morning Mel gave me more money before he left again for a meeting. By the time he returned for lunch I had more than doubled my money.

After lunch Mel had to have more sex. It was his dessert, he said. I felt in a good mood, too, after winning some money, but I did not like the inconvenience and messiness involved. After cleaning up we went shopping. We were planning to go to a club that Mel had visited on an earlier trip. I think he was anxious to take me there to display his "trophy" to the lusting black men there. We found a beautiful evening dress, but the price was too much. Well, Mel bought it anyway, in spite of my protests.

We took a cab to the nightclub after dinner. I was not exactly thrilled with it. There were a few black males with their white wives or girlfriends, but I never saw one white male. Two of the white women were obviously pregnant. One of them looked so sad and tired. I shuddered just thinking about it. Most of the white women were plump and I would say slovenly. In contrast, most of the black women were slimmer and more tastefully dressed.

Mel was not a good dancer, but he tried. He did allow me to dance with other men. In fact he encouraged me. I must have danced with at least six different partners, all good dancers. Their mouths were another matter. The language they used and the comments they made were revolting. I think every partner managed to press his eager sex organ against my belly. That did not bother me, and a couple times I actually encouraged it. A few of them bragged about how large their male members were, and what they would like to do to me with it. It made me sick. Why do men think that all women enjoy such filth?

Back in our room we had wonderful sex again. It was already after midnight, but after our lovemaking Mel dressed and went downstairs to play played poker. He returned a couple hours later, having won over $800. And once in bed he wanted sex again. I compromised, allowing him to put his eager penis into my still well-lubricated vagina before I turned my back to him, cuddling tightly, and I went back to sleep.

Some time later his short, gentle thrusting awakened me; and very soon I again felt the warmth of his seemingly inexhaustible supply of seminal fluid inside me. It was almost six o'clock; so While he slept I showered and went down to have breakfast.

That last evening we went to a big floor show. Mel did not like it, but I did. We were back in our room by eleven. It was the tenth day of my menstrual cycle, and I told Mel that there would be no more sex after that night. I had not brought my diaphragm. We again had some very satisfying sex before Mel went back downstairs to play cards.

Mel did not return until after four o'clock in the morning. He was quite excited, explaining that he had won over $1200 at the card table. His exploring hands let me know that he wanted more sex. I wanted to keep him out of me, but he ignored my evasive actions. I finally relented when he asked in his soft, sweet pleading way if he could put his penis in me, promising that he would not ejaculate in my vagina. He said he just wanted to go to sleep joined with me this one final time.

I did not go back to sleep right away after we were joined. I did not trust him, and I was hoping that he would fall asleep and then I could squeeze him out. Unfortunately I fell asleep joined to him. I think that when he realized I was asleep he must have begun slowly pumping his penis inside me. I awakened when he pushed his tumescent organ as deeply as he could into me and let his fecundating fluid gush into my vagina. I immediately rolled out of bed. Sleep was out of the question. I was very angry and disappointed that he would betray me that way. He told me that he was so sorry, and that his seed spurted out before he expected it. That was a big lie. I am sure that all males know ahead of time some way or other. I washed as much of him out of me as I could before showering and wiping off more of his dripping semen. Then I dressed and went downstairs.
It was already nearing seven o'clock. I was too upset to eat right away, so I played a slot machine for about a half hour and won about twenty dollars. While eating breakfast I bought a keno ticket, and I won almost $300. I decided to stay downstairs a little while longer, and that cost me about half my winnings before I went back to our room.

When I returned to our room about nine o'clock I awakened Mel. We had to leave for the airport in another hour. Mel had to shave and shower, and I warned him that he might not have time for breakfast. I began changing into my dress for the plane ride home, but just when I was undressed Mel came out of the shower. He was nude and I was only in my panties. He grabbed me, threw me on the bed, and began making love to me. With very little foreplay he was soon inside me, and began pumping like crazy. He had never done anything like that before. He was wild and determined to mate with me like a feral animal. It seemed like a long time, but it was over quickly. Pushing in very hard, he stopped as deep inside me as he could push, and again released a torrent of semen into my unwilling vagina. My God! That was the last thing I wanted. I had to struggle to get him off me. I realized he was doing his best to keep his fecundating fluid inside me. I began crying, and that did it. He moved off me and began dressing. I rushed into the bathroom. It was the eleventh day of my cycle. I did not want those sperm cells swimming any farther up inside me.

By the time we finished checking out it was half-past eleven. We had to hurry.

CHAPTER 5

Our taxi ride to the airport was made in silence. When we first entered the cab Mel said in a whisper, "I'm sorry.' He squeezed my hand, and held it all the way. I never said a word. I was still shocked and angry at Mel's actions that morning. Even worse, I was apprehensive. All kinds of thought were going through my mind. I could imagine - and even imagined I could feel - all those sperm cells of Mel's frantically swimming around inside me, endeavoring to find an egg waiting to be penetrated. I could picture those flagellating creatures fighting to get through my cervix.

I w so angry at Mel. He had always treated me so nice. When we had sex he was always so considerate and caring, always hesitating if he thought I might be feeling any discomfort. I think my husband was as gentle, or even gentler, than most spouses, but Mel was a paragon.

Had I done something to offend him or excite him to a much higher level? In my mind I began to compare Gary and Mel, which I knew I should not do. During the sex act Mel was so very gentle and usually very tentative. He always kept all his weight off me, which my husband sometimes neglected to do. Mel always entered me so slowly. His long, slow thrusts always so aroused me. Even nicer, he always stopped during the act to kiss me all around my face and neck, and any other place he could reach while we were joined. I so enjoyed his gentle suckling on my breasts during those pauses. Only before he was ready to have his climax would he change his thrusting to shorter and quicker strokes. When he would push in slightly farther and stop thrusting I knew he was ejaculating. After most of his ejaculating had ceased he would again resume his gentle thrusting, unless he was aware that I had just had an orgasm. In that case he would stop and kiss me so passionately. My husband was quite different. He wanted to stroke faster as soon as he entered me. I had got him to slow down after I told him how Mel did it. He still would not stop to kiss and fondle me like Mel did, but he was improving. We still had a weight problem. Gary often was not too gentle.

While deep in reflection another thought crossed my mind. Could Mel possibly have been deliberately attempting to impregnate me? Contrary to his usual practice, I realized that Mel had pushed in extra firmly while he was ejaculating. When he practically raped me that second time he deliberately held his ejaculating penis firmly as far as he could, and he held it there for a couple minutes. I did not remember whether he moved out of me voluntarily, or whether I had been able to move. In any case I suspected I knew why he did what he did.

It was good that we were traveling first class. If we would have had to wait longer for the security check we would have missed our flight. The plane boarding was almost complete when we boarded. The napkin I had placed in my panties was saturated, thanks to Mel's copious contribution just before we left our room. It was a very uncomfortable plane ride.

Once in our seats Mel squeezed my hand and again said he was sorry. After we had a glass of wine Mel asked for permission to put his arm around me. I hesitated, not because I did not want his arm, but because the elderly woman across the aisle was glaring at me. Once his arm was around me he began talking. "I am so sorry for the way I treated you this morning, Dee. I know I hurt you all because of my selfish desire. I promise I will never act like that again."

Mel then went on to tell me what I had already suspected. "When you told me last night that you were entering your fertile period I got some wild thoughts. I decided that I wanted to be a daddy, and I wanted you to be the mommy of my baby. I confess I have had thoughts like that before, but never so strongly. When I got into bed early this morning and you let me into your pussy I decided I might as well go for it. I would get into you as far as I could and hold my cock tight in you to keep my seed from leaking out. You moved away so fast that it did not work.

"Well, when I came out of the shower this morning I got wild looking at you and just had to put more seed into you. That time I was able to keep you plugged up for a minute or two. I know it was cruel and selfish." He squeezed my hand harder, looked directly into my eyes and added, "I hope you are pregnant."

Mel went on to tell me that if he did impregnate me he would pay all medical expenses involved and see that the baby was well provided for. After hearing his words I was no longer angry at him. Mel would probably be a good father, but I did not want to be the mother of his baby.

I did a lot of thinking on that trip home, and I decided that I would try to get the morning-after pill from my doctor, just in case one of his sperm cells succeeded in reaching my egg. While we were waiting for our luggage I used Mel's cell phone to call my doctor. It was too late. Her office was already closed for the weekend.

Gary had just returned with our sons when Mel brought me home. I was hoping we would arrive before Gary returned. I did not want my sons to see Mel bringing me home from the airport. I was glad that Mel did not stay. Gary was very cordial to Mel, but I an sure there was a lot of electricity in the air. It was best they stay apart for a few days. Anything they wanted to discuss could be done the next Monday at work

I had missed my boys, and our family spent a nice evening together. I think my sons were happier to see me than my husband. They wanted to know all about the airplane ride, and whether it was scary. I had brought them some souvenirs, and they were thrilled over those little mementos.

After the boys were in bed I had some nice quiet time with my husband. But, inevitably, the questions came. I was expecting to be quizzed, and I knew I had to be truthful. "How many times did he 'poke' you?" was the first question. "Oh, quite a few," was my reply.

"How many times is that? I'm sure he 'screwed' you every morning and every night, didn't he?"

It took me a few moments to frame my answer. "Yes, he did it every morning and every night, too." I did not go into more details, but he had more questions.

"Did you use your diaphragm?"

"No. I did not need it on those days. Besides I have to leave it in at least eight hours, and it would have not been practical. I had deliberately left my night stand drawer slightly ajar before I had left for the airport, and it was closed when I returned. I knew that Gary had checked to see whether I had taken my diaphragm with me.

I did volunteer the information that I went to sleep each night with Mel's sex organ inside me. I had mentioned that to Gary after I had spent those nights with Mel at that spa. I hoped that Gary would try it more often if I mentioned it.

Gary still wanted more details about my sex activity with Mel, and I did my best to answer them honestly. I did tell him that I had a wonderful time, and that I loved him very much for allowing me to cuckold him, and I think I proved it with all my hugs and kisses.

And I told him about all our other activities, including the shopping and purchase of the expensive evening dress Mel had purchased for me. Later I put it on for Gary to see. "Well, having a boyfriend who doesn't have family bills to pay is the best kind. He sure spends the money on you," observed Gary.

Gary was extra loving that evening, and I was very receptive to his lovemaking. I had already discovered that my talking about my sex activities with Mel arouses him, and it was very evident that evening. He is not the gentlest man in the world in bed, but I did not complain. He was eager for sex, and he deserved to take it the way he wanted it. I did have to push his mouth away twice when his tongue got overzealous licking my clitoris. I really was not in the mood for sex, but he deserved it, and I wanted it only for one reason. I would much rather have my husband's sperm impregnate me than any other man's.

The next morning I awakened when Gary went to the bathroom. I decided it might be a good idea to have more of my husband's seed in me, so I began fondling Gary's sex organ. It worked. He had been only half-asleep, and I soon had him wide awake with a very nice erection. I pretended that I was very eager to receive him, and he entered me after barely touching me down below. Surprisingly I liked it. We seldom had sex in the morning, so it was different. And Gary lasted much longer than usual before giving me more of his seed. I did not have an orgasm, but that was alright. I think it bolstered my darling husband's ego, and he was so nice and sweet all that weekend.

Right after breakfast I began calling to get a morning-after pill. I called the hospital emergency room. The supervisor told me that I would have to enter the ER as a patient in order to have a doctor see me. The hospital bill, plus the doctor fee, would be about $400.

Next I called Planned Parenthood. The woman there said that the nurse practitioner would not be in until Monday morning, but I could get a prescription at that time. That would be too late. It must be taken within 72 hours of intercourse. I called the Raper Relief Hotline, but they only help rape victims or minors. No luck getting that pill.

I decided not to bother my husband with my troubles. If I were pregnant he would be the first to receive the news. After all, the chances I had been impregnated were quite slim. Gary and I had sex without my diaphragm several times on the eleventh, and even the twelfth day, of my cycle.

One other thing happened that morning that was very disconcerting, and it turned out to be an omen of things to come. I was hugging my son Ian when he turned to me and asked, "Did you get 'knocked up' on your trip, Mommy?" he asked me so innocently. At first I did not think I had heard him correctly, but I knew I had.

"Where did you hear anything like that?" I asked him.

"Daddy told Aunt Thelma that he was afraid you might get 'knocked up' on your trip," said my son. Then he put his arm around me and said, "I'm glad you didn't get 'knocked up', Mommy." Of course he had no idea what the words meant. He was only parroting what he had heard. I hoped that Ryan had not heard his dad say those words, He might know more about such things than I thought he did.

Monday morning Mel sent me flowers with a nice thank-you note. He also sent me a gift certificate for a local department store. I did not realize he had won over $1200 playing cards that last night in the casino. I knew he had won over $800 earlier. The gift certificate was in gratitude for giving him such good luck.

That was not the only good thing to come out of my trip. A few days later Mel called to tell me that he had received a notice that Mrs. Deena Williams had won a raffle prize of a two-night hotel package. Mel had written my name on the back of a business card and placed it in the box at one of his business meeting. We both laughed about it, and I told him that perhaps his sister could use it. About a month later Mel told me that one of his employees was able to use it. My plane ticket had been issued for Mrs. Williams, as well as the hotel reservation. I had been addressed as Mrs. Williams three or four times in our hotel. I did not mind, but I would never want that name in real life. Gary had just returned with our sons when Mel brought me home. I was hoping we would arrive before Gary returned. I did not want my sons to see Mel bringing me home from the airport. I was glad that Mel did not stay. Gary was very cordial to Mel, but I an sure there was a lot of electricity in the air. It was best they stay apart for a few days. Anything they wanted to discuss could be done the next Monday at work

I had missed my boys, and our family spent a nice evening together. I think my sons were happier to see me than my husband. They wanted to know all about the airplane ride, and whether it was scary. I had brought them some souvenirs, and they were thrilled over those little mementos.

After the boys were in bed I had some nice quiet time with my husband. But, inevitably, the questions came. I was expecting to be quizzed, and I knew I had to be truthful. "How many times did he poke' you?" was the first question.

"Oh, quite a few," was my reply.

"How many times is that? I'm sure he 'screwed' you every morning and every night, didn't he?"

It took me a few moments to frame my answer. "Yes, he did it every morning and every night, too." I did not go into more details, but he had more questions.

"Did you use your diaphragm?"

"No. I did not need it on those days. Besides I have to leave it in at least eight hours, and it would have not been practical. I had deliberately left my night stand drawer slightly ajar before I had left for the airport, and it was closed when I returned. I knew that Gary had checked to see whether I had taken my diaphragm with me.

I did volunteer the information that I went to sleep each night with Mel's sex organ inside me. I had mentioned that to Gary after I had spent those nights with Mel at that spa. I hoped that Gary would try it more often if I mentioned it.

Gary still wanted more details about my sex activity with Mel, and I did my best to answer them honestly. I did tell him that I had a wonderful time, and that I loved him very much for allowing me to cuckold him, and I think I proved it with all my hugs and kisses.

And I told him about all our other activities, including the shopping and purchase of the expensive evening dress Mel had purchased for me. Later I put it on for Gary to see. "Well, having a boyfriend who doesn't have family bills to pay is the best kind. He sure spends the money on you," observed Gary.

Gary was extra loving that evening, and I was very receptive to his lovemaking. I had already discovered that my talking about my sex activities with Mel arouses him, and it was very evident that evening. He is not the gentlest man in the world in bed, but I did not complain. He was eager for sex, and he deserved to take it the way he wanted it. I did have to push his mouth away twice when his tongue got overzealous licking my clitoris. I really was not in the mood for sex, but he deserved it, and I wanted it only for one reason. I would much rather have my husband's sperm impregnate me than any other man's.

The next morning I awakened when Gary went to the bathroom. I decided it might be a good idea to have more of my husband's seed in me, so I began fondling Gary's sex organ. It worked. He had been only half-asleep, and I soon had him wide awake with a very nice erection. I pretended that I was very eager to receive him, and he entered me after barely touching me down below. Surprisingly I liked it. We seldom had sex in the morning, so it was different. And Gary lasted much longer than usual before giving me more of his seed. I did not have an orgasm, but that was alright. I think it bolstered my darling husband's ego, and he was so nice and sweet all that weekend.

Right after breakfast I began calling to get a morning-after pill. I called the hospital emergency room. The supervisor told me that I would have to enter the ER as a patient in order to have a doctor see me. The hospital bill, plus the doctor fee, would be about $400.

Next I called Planned Parenthood. The woman there said that the nurse practitioner would not be in until Monday morning, but I could get a prescription at that time. That would be too late. It must be taken within 72 hours of intercourse. I called the Raper Relief Hotline, but they only help rape victims or minors. No luck getting that pill.

I decided not to bother my husband with my troubles. If I were pregnant he would be the first to receive the news. After all, the chances I had been impregnated were quite slim. Gary and I had sex without my diaphragm several times on the eleventh, and even the twelfth day, of my cycle.

One other thing happened that morning that was very disconcerting, and it turned out to be an omen of things to come. I was hugging my son Ian when he turned to me and asked, "Did you get 'knocked up' on your trip, Mommy?" he asked me so innocently. At first I did not think I had heard him correctly, but I knew I had.

"Where did you hear anything like that?" I asked him

."Daddy told Aunt Thelma that he was afraid you might get 'knocked up' on your trip," said my son. Then he put his arm around me and said, "I'm glad you didn't get 'knocked up', Mommy." Of course he had no idea what the words meant. He was only parroting what he had heard. I hoped that Ryan had not heard his dad say those words, He might know more about such things than I thought he did.

Monday morning Mel sent me flowers with a nice thank-you note. He also sent me a gift certificate for a local department store. I did not realize he had won over $1200 playing cards that last night in the casino. I knew he had won over $800 earlier. The gift certificate was in gratitude for giving him such good luck.

That was not the only good thing to come out of my trip. A few days later Mel called to tell me that he had received a notice that Mrs. Deena Williams had won a raffle prize of a two-night hotel package. Mel had written my name on the back of a business card and placed it in the box at one of his business meeting. We both laughed about it, and I told him that perhaps his sister could use it. About a month later Mel told me that one of his employees was able to use it. My plane ticket had been issued for Mrs. Williams, as well as the hotel reservation. I had been addressed as Mrs. Williams three or four times in our hotel. I did not mind, but I would never want that name in real life.

CHAPTER 6

I had missed my boys, and our family spent a nice evening together. I think my sons were happier to see me than my husband. They wanted to know all about the airplane ride, and whether it was scary. I had brought them some souvenirs, and they were thrilled over those little mementos.

After the boys were in bed I had some nice quiet time with my husband. But, inevitably, the questions came. I was expecting to be quizzed, and I knew I had to be truthful. "How many times did he poke' you?" was the first question.

"Oh, quite a few," was my reply.
"How many times is that? I'm sure he 'screwed' you every morning and every night, didn't he?"

It took me a few moments to frame my answer. "Yes, he did it every morning and every night, too." I did not go into more details, but he had more questions.

"Did you use your diaphragm?"

"No. I did not need it on those days. Besides I have to leave it in at least eight hours, and it would have not been practical. I had deliberately left my night stand drawer slightly ajar before I had left for the airport, and it was closed when I returned. I knew that Gary had checked to see whether I had taken my diaphragm with me.

I did volunteer the information that I went to sleep each night with Mel's sex organ inside me. I had mentioned that to Gary after I had spent those nights with Mel at that spa. I hoped that Gary would try it more often if I mentioned it.

Gary still wanted more details about my sex activity with Mel, and I did my best to answer them honestly. I did tell him that I had a wonderful time, and that I loved him very much for allowing me to cuckold him, and I think I proved it with all my hugs and kisses.

And I told him about all our other activities, including the shopping and purchase of the expensive evening dress Mel had purchased for me. Later I put it on for Gary to see. "Well, having a boyfriend who doesn't have family bills to pay is the best kind. He sure spends the money on you," observed Gary.

Gary was extra loving that evening, and I was very receptive to his lovemaking. I had already discovered that my talking about my sex activities with Mel arouses him, and it was very evident that evening. He is not the gentlest man in the world in bed, but I did not complain. He was eager for sex, and he deserved to take it the way he wanted it. I did have to push his mouth away twice when his tongue got overzealous licking my clitoris. I really was not in the mood for sex, but he deserved it, and I wanted it only for one reason. I would much rather have my husband's sperm impregnate me than any other man's.

The next morning I awakened when Gary went to the bathroom. I decided it might be a good idea to have more of my husband's seed in me, so I began fondling Gary's sex organ. It worked. He had been only half-asleep, and I soon had him wide awake with a very nice erection. I pretended that I was very eager to receive him, and he entered me after barely touching me down below. Surprisingly I liked it. We seldom had sex in the morning, so it was different. And Gary lasted much longer than usual before giving me more of his seed. I did not have an orgasm, but that was alright. I think it bolstered my darling husband's ego, and he was so nice and sweet all that weekend.

Right after breakfast I began calling to get a morning-after pill. I called the hospital emergency room. The supervisor told me that I would have to enter the ER as a patient in order to have a doctor see me. The hospital bill, plus the doctor fee, would be about $400.

Next I called Planned Parenthood. The woman there said that the nurse practitioner would not be in until Monday morning, but I could get a prescription at that time. That would be too late. It must be taken within 72 hours of intercourse. I called the Raper Relief Hotline, but they only help rape victims or minors. No luck getting that pill.

I decided not to bother my husband with my troubles. If I were pregnant he would be the first to receive the news. After all, the chances I had been impregnated were quite slim. Gary and I had sex without my diaphragm several times on the eleventh, and even the twelfth day, of my cycle.

One other thing happened that morning that was very disconcerting, and it turned out to be an omen of things to come. I was hugging my son Ian when he turned to me and asked, "Did you get 'knocked up' on your trip, Mommy?" he asked me so innocently. At first I did not think I had heard him correctly, but I knew I had.

"Where did you hear anything like that?" I asked him

."Daddy told Aunt Thelma that he was afraid you might get 'knocked up' on your trip," said my son. Then he put his arm around me and said, "I'm glad you didn't get 'knocked up', Mommy." Of course he had no idea what the words meant. He was only parroting what he had heard. I hoped that Ryan had not heard his dad say those words, He might know more about such things than I thought he did.

Monday morning Mel sent me flowers with a nice thank-you note. He also sent me a gift certificate for a local department store. I did not realize he had won over $1200 playing cards that last night in the casino. I knew he had won over $800 earlier. The gift certificate was in gratitude for giving him such good luck.

That was not the only good thing to come out of my trip. A few days later Mel called to tell me that he had received a notice that Mrs. Deena Williams had won a raffle prize of a two-night hotel package. Mel had written my name on the back of a business card and placed it in the box at one of his business meeting. We both laughed about it, and I told him that perhaps his sister could use it. About a month later Mel told me that one of his employees was able to use it. My plane ticket had been issued for Mrs. Williams, as well as the hotel reservation. I had been addressed as Mrs. Williams three or four times in our hotel. I did not mind, but I would never want that name in real life

I soon had another problem. I missed my period. Mel called on the Tuesday that my period was due. He wanted to come over the next evening. We had not seen each other since we had returned from our trip. I told him that my period was due, and his playground would not be open for him. His reply was just what I had expected. "Dee, I think you got one of my seeds sprouting in there. You won't need to cover your delicious pussy with a napkin for a long time."

I shivered when he said that. I did not have to be reminded. I was already worried about it, and his words were not encouraging. We did agree to meet the following Wednesday. My period did not start that Tuesday or in the next week. My periods were always reliable, starting every 29 days. I might be a day early or a day late, but unless I had been very ill I was always on time.

Another week of worry went past. Mel had to go away on business the following week, so we missed that date, too. After another week with no period I was really worried. I had not missed a period since I was thirteen. I have known women who missed an occasional period, and I fervently hoped that was my problem. Deep down, I knew I was kidding myself. Even by the end of the second week I was getting symptoms from my body. I felt pain in my breasts a few times. I caught myself crying for no reason too often. I know that I yelled at my boys when they did not deserve it. I was beginning the ride on the emotional roller coaster.

When I knew for certain that my period was not coming I bought a pregnancy test kit. It was positive. I was pregnant. I waited another week or so before I went to the doctor. She confirmed what I already knew. I was pregnant.

That evening I broke the news to my husband. He did not say so, but from the way he acted he had suspected that I was pregnant, and he suspected that Mel was the father. I told him that Mel and I had sex that morning before we left Las Vegas, but I reminded him that he had sex with me that evening also. I did not dare tell him that Mel had inseminated me twice that last day when I should have used my diaphragm. And I did not dare tell him how Mel had practically raped me doing it and he had tried to keep his seed in me as long as possible.

When Gary kept insisting that Mel must be the father I reminded him that he was the one who had instigated my sex activity with Mel. I wanted to add that he had given me permission to go with Mel to Las Vegas, but I decided that would be unfair to him.

I knew that Gary did not believe in abortions, and either do I. Nevertheless I told him that if he wanted me to have an abortion I would. Instead he agreed that I should have the baby. He promised that he would raise any child I had as our child, regardless of its paternity. I fervently hoped he would later honor those words.

The next morning I received another bouquet of flowers from Mel. The accompanying card said: Congratulations, Mother. Was it wishful thinking on his part? How did he know for certain? Well, that afternoon I received an expensive box of European chocolates with another similar note.

As soon as Gary returned home he admitted to me that he had told Mel that morning that I was pregnant. He said the two had a long talk, and that Mel offered to help us in any way he could if he were the father of my baby. Mel had even hinted at setting up a college fund for the baby. He said that Mel was very anxious to see me, and that he had told Mel to come over after the boys were in bed. Gary said he would leave the house for a few hours so we could have some privacy. That was strange. He had never done that before. I only had Mel alone in our house on poker nights.

Mel arrived before I had the boys in bed. He and Gary talked for a while before Gary left to see a movie. Mel and I began hogging and kissing quietly until the boys were asleep. By the time we were ready to go into the shower together I had Mel half undressed. Mel could not stop rubbing my belly. I could tell he was so excited over what I had growing in there. He always treated me so gently, and that evening he really treated me like a delicate flower. After we dried each other he carefully lifted me and placed me on his turgid penis.

Once Mel had placed me on my bed he kissed me and licked me all over. His actions would have aroused the most frigid female, and I was definitely not a frigid female. Mel performed oral sex on my genitals even more lovingly and gently than usual. He would get me almost to an orgasm before stopping and kissing me. I did have to stop him a couple times when he tried to suckle on my breasts. They were already getting tender to the soft touches and suckling. I thought he would never enter me. I wanted him in me so badly. When he finally had his wonderful penis completely inside me I was in heaven again. God, it was wonderful! He had been without sex for a long time, and he ejaculated much quicker than he usually did. He also was only able to stay inside me for a much shorter time after he emptied his seminal fluid in me. I was so close to an orgasm, but I could not reach that last plateau of pleasure. Still, it was very good sex, and I enjoyed it immensely."I am so sorry to leave you high and dry," said Mel when he moved alongside me. Once again he began oral sex, but I had to push him away. It was hurting me. Still hugging closely, I fell asleep.

When Mel kissed me later I awakened. He was standing alongside the bed fully dressed.

"I wanted to put another load into you tonight to nourish our baby, Dee, but you looked so sweet and peaceful lying there that I felt guilty. Our baby told me to get dressed and leave you alone." I looked at the clock. I had been asleep about a half hour.

Mel told me to stay in bed. He gave me one short kiss before departing. It was not even ten o'clock. I was probably fast asleep in one minute, awakening when Gary moved into bed much later.

By the end of my third month I was beginning to show. I was definitely larger than I had been with the other two babies. I think I was already larger than I had been during my fifth month with my boys. I did not want to tell my husband, but I was certain that Mel was the father. I had mixed feelings. I worried about my sons, and how they would feel. There was no way that I could ever live with Mel. I lost a lot of sleep over the dilemma.

Four months after I had become pregnant Mel called me one evening with a request. His sister who lived with him had to go to the hospital for surgery the next day. Normally his mother would care for her toddler granddaughter, but she was physically unable to do it for more than a few hours. He wondered if I would be willing to care for the baby for at least two days, and maybe three. He would pay me, of course. I talked to the mother before committing myself, and I also asked my husband. He had no objections. So I agreed.

Mel and his sister brought the toddler over a day later. She was a darling girl, eighteen months old. My boys were ecstatic. They loved her so much. The first time I changed her diaper I let them watch. They were all eyes. Ian giggled a little, but Ryan shushed him. That evening little Patrice wanted to get in the tub with the boys, so I removed her diaper and let her climb in the tub. My boys loved it, and I am sure Patrice did not mind my sons touching her in forbidden places when they thought I would not see it happening. It didn't matter.

Having Patrice in our house for three days helped me immensely. I loved her, and the boys loved her, too. Holding and cuddling that darling black baby convinced me that I wanted one, too. I did not say anything to Gary, but I secretly hoped my baby would be black.

That Saturday when Mel picked up his niece he brought some nice surprises for me. Gary had taken our boys to a college football game. The baby had fallen asleep on the living room floor, and I was lying alongside her when Mel arrived. I was still wearing my robe after a late morning shower. I had been thinking about Mel, and I was hoping he might make love to me. As soon as he hugged me and I felt his already firm sex organ pressing against me I knew I had to have him inside me. He did not disappoint me, carrying me quickly into the bedroom and opening my robe. My breasts were a little tender, but his gentle suckling felt so good. His mouth soon found my pudendum, and he was driving me wild. Neither of us could wait very long, and soon he brought me to a shaking orgasm with his magical tongue. Mel loved feeling my swollen abdomen, but he was hesitant about entering me. I assured him that neither I or the baby would mind, so he very gently moved between my open legs and slowly entered my vagina. It felt so good, and I did not want it to end. We were bot too excited, and Mel had his climax too soon. Lying there fondling and kissing for about fifteen minutes, I succeeded in arousing his sex organ again. Mel took a long time, and I enjoyed every bit of his lovemaking. Unfortunately Patrice awakened and began crying. Mel hurried to have his ejaculation. I did not get there, but I still enjoyed every precious moment he was in me. Of course he apologized for mot bringing me to another climax, but we both blamed it on Patrice.

Patrice was such a good baby. She waited until Mel softened before she awoke and began crying. I had to change her before Mel took her home.

For the next few hours I debated whether to tell Gary what I had done while he was away. I had always told my husband about my activities with Mel, but that time I decided not to tell what we had done.

Well, the first thing my husband said after the boys were in their room surprised me. "Well, Dee, did Mel take care of your pussy today and feed his baby?" I guess I had a puzzled look on my face, and all I could do was smile and hug him. Then Gary explained that Mel had given him the game tickets. "I told him you needed a good fucking, and he said he would be glad to oblige," said Gary. I had to admit I liked the result, and I thanked my husband for allowing me to have sex with my lover again. I made certain that my husband was rewarded that night, too.

When I was in my fifth month Mel made me unhappy. He had driven me to the doctor's office once before as a favor to my husband, but he remained in the car with Ian. That day we did not have Ian with us, so Mel went into the clinic with me. He held my hand, and then sat with his arm around me in that crowded clinic waiting room. I could feel the women, all white, staring and glaring at me. I had to keep my head down. How would people react when I took my black baby out in public?

To compound my embarrassment we stopped at a pharmacy on the way home. Mel knew the owner, and all his mother's medications came from there. I preferred to go to my usual store, but Mel was doing the driving. We had to wait for my prescription. Two black male friends of Mel's came in, along with two of their teenage sons. After introducing me as his girlfriend, Mel patted my pregnant belly and said, "I got a seed growing in my garden here. I hope it's a little boy." Everybody laughed but me. I did notice that Mel did not say that it was his baby growing inside me. He did not have to. From the way he phrased his words I am certain his friends assumed he was the father. Both of his friends commented on how pretty a white woman looks when growing a black baby in her belly. They made a couple of other very crude remarks that even Mel did not appreciate. He apologized to me later when I began crying.

CHAPTER 7

Mel no longer came over Wednesday evenings to spend amorous time with me after about my eighteenth week. The last time we had sex I was about six months into my pregnancy. Mel had insisted on taking me shopping for maternity clothes. He had seen a maternity dress in a newspaper ad, and he wanted me to see it. The last thing I needed was a man to go looking at maternity clothes with me. And I really did not need any more. Only after he agreed to accompany me to the store, but to wait outside the maternity section, did I consent to go with him. I did agree that the dress he wanted was very nice, but it was very expensive. It was a good fit, too. Since he was paying the bill I picked up some maternity lingerie to complement my maternity wardrobe.

It was a school holiday, and I had left my boys with their aunt. After shopping we went home and I modeled my new maternity clothes for Mel. Then we had sex. I was not that much in the mood, but Mel had been so nice, and he wanted sex so badly that I could not refuse him. I did let him know that I was doing it as a special favor for him. I really did appreciate his spending so much money on me, and his caring attitude and concern for my welfare. Riding on Mel's very masculine member did arouse me more than I had expected. No orgasm for me, but Mel had his pleasure. He had told me that he was "full", and he had not exaggerated. Since I would not let him go to deep into me almost all his semen drained right out on his abdomen. He did not mind it, and I liked it that way very much.

About two weeks after our shopping trip Mel had a medical problem. My sister had just come over that morning when Gary called to tell me that Mel had been taken to the hospital with a possible heart attack. I called the hospital and was told that Mel had just come out of surgery, and was in the intensive care unit. My sister drove us to the hospital. She stayed with our kids while I went into the ICU to see Mel. Mel's sister and her boyfriend were there. Mel was awake, but barely. All drugged up. Mel's sister was aware that I was pregnant, and I guess she assumed Mel was the daddy. She told her boyfriend that I was Mel's girlfriend. Since she said that I did not feel so self-conscious when I gave Mel a kiss, and then sat there holding his hand.

I had only been there a few minutes when the nurse who had escorted me in returned and said to Mel's sister and her boyfriend that they would have to leave for about fifteen minutes while they attended to Mel's dressings and other needs. I started to walk out, too, but the nurse said to me, "You may stay, Mrs. Williams, if you wish." So I stayed. She had seen me kiss Mel, and I was still holding his hand with my wedding ring in view. Since I was obviously pregnant, the nurse must have assumed I was Mel's wife. The two nurses had to change a large bandage on his chest. I noticed that Mel had a catheter in his very black and very well-displayed penis. The nurse checked the catheter and she taped the tube closer to his penis. He had a bandage on his groin that had a weigh placed on it. I learned later that they had put a tube into a blood vessel there and ran it up into his hear.
Mel continued to call me occasionally after he stopped visiting me, but I received no more flowers. I did not want to believe my husband when he told me that Mel was seen around the business almost every day with a white woman. By the way he was holding her it was obvious to all that they were lovers. Finally I let my curiosity get the best of me and I called him. I asked him if he had another girlfriend. He laughed, but he finally admitted it. "I got needs, Dee," he laughed. "After our baby gets out of there so I can get back in things will be like they were." That hurt.

I avoided until my ninth month telling my doctor that there was a possibility that my baby might be biracial. I made up a tale that I had too much to drink at a party, and that one of my husband's black coworkers had taken advantage of me. Since I did not have my diaphragm inserted, there was a possibility that he might have impregnated me instead of my husband. I doubt she really believed my story. She smiled and said that such things do happen, and she had seen such cases herself. I think she was merely trying to make me feel better. She thanked me for letting her know. I already knew that the baby was a girl, but she said we would not know whose sperm had reached my egg first until my baby was delivered.

After six hours of labor I delivered my baby girl. She was much larger than my sons had been. My doctor looked at me and smiled, saying, "Your husband will be relieved. She is a beautiful little blonde baby." When I was being wheeled to my room the nurse whispered, "You are in luck. Your baby does not have any Negroid features." My doctor had obviously been talking.

EPILOGUE

Mel had gone on several business trips during the latter months of my pregnancy. Well, it turned out he was looking for another business. When our daughter was two months old Mel completed selling his interest in his local auto dealership. He bought into a similar business in California.

My husband had been correct about Mel having another girlfriend. Mel supposedly married her before they moved to California.

Mel had to return a few months later to testify in a lawsuit involving his former business. My husband also had to testify, and he saw Mel and his wife a few times. His wife was seven months pregnant. That meant that Mel had impregnated her while I was pregnant.

My husband has learned that Mel's new business is not doing very good. Most auto dealerships are not. Gary also heard that Mel's wife gave birth to a girl.

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