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 {ASS Interracial} (interr,MF,BM,WF,preg,drugs,smoking,tattoos)

   !--Adultsonly-

   Good Neighbor Sam

   Housewife Turns Hot Wife in Tightknit Community

   Bill Johnson, 25, opened the front door of his townhouse, pausing long
enough to wave to his attractive next-door neighbor, Heather, before
entering his home.  As he climbed the stairs he could hear his 24-year-old
blonde wife, Kelly, in their master bedroom.  The noises were all-too
familiar to him by now.

   "Oh yes!" Kelly moaned.  "Fuck my fucking cunt with your big black cock!
I'm your pregnant black cock slut!  Oh god, Sam, darling, I just love it
when you fuck me!"

   Stepping into the bedroom, Bill saw that Kelly was on top, straddling
her black lover, with her big baby belly resting just below his chiseled
abs.  Her smooth white skin was adorned with lots of tattoos, covering one
entire arm and wrapping around both shoulders with still more on her back.
But none were more prominent than the Queen of Spades inked on her bloated
left breast, bouncing up and down as she motioned rhythmically on the big
dark penis that fully impaled her smooth-shaven vagina.

   "Hi Bill, honey, you're home early," Kelly panted, politely
acknowledging her husband's arrival in their bedroom.

   "No, not really," Bill said nonchalantly.  "I'm going to take a shower.
Are you fixing dinner tonight?"

   "Oh yeah, Sweetie," Kelly managed to mutter.  "Ooohh, yes!  That's it,
Sam!  Fuck my pussy harder!  We've got leftovers.  Oh, yes, yes!  But we're
supposed to go out.  Oh fuck!  That feels fucking great!  In an hour."

   Bill turned on the water in the shower as he finished undressing, then
took a few moments to watch his over-sexed wife toss her flowing hair back
and scream as an orgasm overtook her.  When the water reached a soothing
warm temperature, Bill stepped into the shower stall, leaving his expectant
wife and her dark skinned mate to bounce on their king-size mattress.  As
the water poured down on his scalp, Bill thought about how absurd his life
had become.  Once again, he'd come home to find the black man who lived a
few doors down the block in bed with his wife, and it was sort of normal.

   Per the calendar, the current month was August.  To understand how this
unconventional state of affairs came to exist, it's necessary to revisit
January, just eight months prior to the present day.

   It was just a few days into the new year when Bill and Kelly moved into
the townhouse that was to be their first marital home.  They had been
married nearly two years and had been living rent-free at Bill's mother's
home, allowing them to save enough money to make a down payment on their
own place.  Bill was new to the corporate world, barely three years out of
college, but he had a promising future as a human resources executive. 
Kelly had attended another college and worked part time as a substitute
teacher, hoping to land a full time teaching job when the opportunity
presented itself.  Living under Bill's mother's roof had been stressful,
and buying a home and moving was stressful too, but Bill and Kelly were
both optimistic that the tidy townhouse community that they were moving
into would bring them the happiness they craved for themselves, and each
other.

   As the young couple shuttled boxes between their garage and their living
room an attractive brunette, about their age, approached from next door,
carrying a plate of homemade cookies.  Two toddlers trailed behind her. 
One was a little girl, maybe five years old, and the other was a boy who
looked to be about two.  The girl was obviously Caucasian while the boy was
black, or possibly mixed-race.

   "Hello neighbors!" the woman said with a smile.  "I'm Heather and these
are my rug rats, Amanda and Brandon.  I wish I could help you but I have my
hands full chasing these two!  My husband, Tom, should be home any minute
now and I'm sure he'd be happy to help."

   Kelly smiled as she accepted the cookies and said, "That is so nice of
you, Heather.  I'm Kelly and this is my husband, Bill.  We're just trying
to get the boxes into the right rooms, but if your husband could help Bill
shift some of the furniture around it would be a big help.  I'm so glad to
see that we have young people living right next door!"

   "It's no trouble at all," Heather said.  "There's another really sweet
girl named Monica right across the street and Claire lives on the other
side of you two.  I don't really know the other neighbors.  Well, except
for Sam.  He's a super nice single guy and he lives three doors down."

   Just then a car pulled into Heather's driveway.

   "Oh, here's my hubby Tom now," Heather said as a man exited the vehicle.
Kelly was a little surprised to see that Tom was white.  She thought to
herself that little Brandon must be adopted, or something, because there
was no way that he was born to two white parents.  Kelly looked forward to
getting to know Heather and her family, along with the other ladies she had
mentioned.

   An hour later, Monica, a gorgeous young blonde who was obviously
pregnant, and Claire, a pretty redhead, came over to meet Kelly and Bill,
saying that Heather had called them after she put Brandon down for a nap.

   Kelly chatted with her new acquaintances and told them how happy she was
to have such nice neighbors.

   "I can tell we have a lot in common," Claire said, "and we're going to
be the best of friends!"

   "I just know we are!" Kelly said, smiling.  At that moment, she was
happier than she had been in a long time.

   About Sam

   It was a Tuesday morning, about two weeks after they moved into the
townhouse when Kelly noticed that her cable TV and internet were not
working.  She called her next-door neighbor, Heather, to see if she had
service.  Heather's phone went straight to voicemail, so Kelly decided to
just walk a few steps over to her neighbor's place and knock on the door.

   Heather answered the door and welcomed Kelly wearing a bathrobe and
sweeping her hair back, appearing to be slightly sweaty and out of breath.
Kelly thought she must have interrupted Heather's morning workout, then she
noticed a tall and muscular young black man walking toward them.  The man
was adjusting his gym shorts.  A large bulge was prominent in the crotch of
the shorts and a small wet spot was visible too where the man's obviously
large penis was pressing against the material.

   "Kelly, this is our neighbor, Sam," Heather said.  "He's very handy if
you ever need help with anything," she added with a smile.

   "Nice to meet you, Sam," Kelly said, extending her hand to shake his.

   "Nice to finally meet you too," Sam said with a wide grin.  "I've heard
nothing but good things about you from Heather and the other ladies."

   Sam then said it was time for him to get going.  There was an awkward
moment as Sam, Kelly and Heather stood together, then Sam and Heather
stepped toward each other and shared a kiss on the lips.  Sam then turned
and left Heather's place, leaving the two women alone.

   Kelly was obviously stunned, and feeling that she had to say something,
she said, "Wow, Heather, you and Sam seem to be very friendly."

   Heather laughed, then said, "Yes, well, we're more than friendly."

   "Aren't you afraid that Tom will find out?  I mean, cheating on him, and
with a black guy no less?" Kelly asked.

   "Tom knows all about us," Heather said, causing Kelly's jaw to drop.

   "Sam is my son Brandon's father," Heather said, smiling and watching for
Kelly's reaction.

   "Oh my god!  You're kidding!" Kelly exclaimed.  "I can't believe it!"

   "What's not to believe?" Heather said calmly.  "You did notice that my
son is black, didn't you?"

   "Well, yeah, I wondered why he was so dark," Kelly stammered, "but I
thought maybe you adopted him or something."

   Heather smiled and said, "No, Brandon is my baby.  Sam knocked me up
shortly after he moved here, about three years ago."

   "And Tom is okay with it?" Kelly asked incredulously.

   "Oh, Tom is fine," Heather said.  "It took a little adjustment on his
part, but he likes the fact that Sam has made me a much better lover, and
he actually gets off on the fact that I'll fuck a black guy and then fuck
him with the same pussy!"

   "Wow!" Kelly said, "That is amazing.  You know, I've seen stuff like
this in movies and in magazines but I never knew that it happens in real
life!  It's happening right here in my neighborhood!"

   "Oh, it happens more than you'd think," Heather said with a nod.  "Now,
why did you drop by?  Just to say hi?"

   Kelly explained that her cable was not working.  Heather checked and
hers was out too, so Kelly knew that the problem was not with her
equipment. The two women chatted a few more minutes, then Kelly left to
walk back to her place.  She sat down with a cup of coffee, trying to
process the startling information she gained about Heather and Sam.

   Wine Time

   The next afternoon, Kelly walked down to the community mailboxes and ran
into Monica from across the street.  Monica said that her doctor
recommended that she get some light exercise during her pregnancy, so she
tried to go for a walk around the complex every day.  Monica then invited
Kelly to come to her place for a cool drink and a little girl talk.

   "Would you like some wine?" Monica asked as she placed a glass on the
table and poured it nearly full.

   "Well, sure, since you're offering," Kelly answered politely.  "I guess
you can't drink because you're pregnant," Kelly added, seeing that Monica
had poured herself a glass of ice water.

   "No, that's one of the disadvantages of being pregnant," Monica said,
smiling and rubbing her sizeable baby bump.  "But I love it, most of the
time." The two blondes chatted, just small talk, for several minutes.  When
Monica noticed that Kelly's wine glass was almost empty she picked up the
bottle and refilled it.  Kelly was not much of a drinker, and as she
finished her second glass of Pinot she started to feel a little buzzed.

   "Monica," Kelly began, "I don't like to gossip but I just have to talk
to someone about this.  I went over to Heather's place yesterday and Sam
was just leaving.  Then I just about died when Heather came right out and
told me that Sam is her little boy's father!  On top of that, she said her
husband Tom knows they're having sex and he doesn't mind!  Can you believe
it?!"

   "Oh, I can believe it, that's for sure," Monica said, grinning widely.
Monica then patted her swollen tummy and held it with both hands, adding,
"This is Sam's baby that I'm carrying."

   "Holy shit!" Kelly exclaimed.  "Sam got you pregnant too?! 
Unbelievable! You're pregnant with a black baby?!  Are you still making
love to him?"

   "No, we don't make love," Monica said, trying to mask her smile.  "We
just fuck!  Or it's more like he fucks me!  I just can't get enough of his
big black cock!  My husband is like Tom - he was ready to divorce me when
he found out that I was fucking Sam, but he liked the way that I was
turning into a `hot wife' as he calls me.  He eventually gave me the green
light when I said I wanted Sam to knock me up!"

   "Have you ever been fucked by a black guy, Kelly?" Monica asked.

   "No," Kelly answered.  "I'm not prejudiced or anything but I've never
been attracted to blacks." Then Kelly added, "And Bill and I are happily
married, so don't get any ideas about setting me up with Sam!"

   "Well honey," Monica said to Kelly, "you don't know what sex is until
you're been fucked by a big black cock!"

   "Never!" Kelly said with a big grin and a shake of her head.

   "Never say never, unless you're saying `once you go black you NEVER go
back!'" Monica quipped.

   "Never, never, never!" Kelly chuckled.  "There, I said it again!"

   There was just a little bit of wine left in the bottle, so Monica poured
it into Kelly's glass.  After a few more minutes of chatter, Kelly got up
to walk home.  She noticed when she stood that she was fairly drunk.

   Kelly strolled across the street, a bit unsteady on her feet, and found
that her husband was already home.

   "Where were you, honey?" Bill asked.  "I called your cell phone but it
rang right here on the counter."

   "I was just going to the mailbox," Kelly slurred, "but I ran into Monica
and she invited me to her place for a little wine and chit-chat.

   "I think you had more than a little wine," Bill chuckled.  "You're
pretty tipsy, my dear."

   "I'm feeling a little wild right now," Kelly said, approaching Bill and
putting her arms around his neck.  "Let's go up to the bedroom and make
love."

   "You mean before dinner?" Bill asked.

   "You can have me for dinner!" Kelly said with a half-looped smile.

   "You and Monica must have been talking about sex," Bill said.

   "How did you ever guess, sweetheart?" Kelly responded, not letting on
that their sex talk had centered on Sam's big black cock.

   Bill was agreeable to a quickie, so the young couple headed upstairs to
their bedroom.  Bill quickly undressed and hopped on the bed.  Kelly took a
bit longer to strip off her clothes and would have appreciated a little
assistance from her husband.

   After two years, Kelly knew the routine.  She went right to work on
Bill's thumb-sized cock.  Kelly wasn't the best at oral sex but she was
always able to bring Bill's dick to a quick erection.  When Kelly finished
her blow job she usually just laid on her back and waited for Bill to plug
himself in, but at that moment she wanted a little more.

   "Come here and eat me out, Baby," Kelly said quietly.

   "Okay," Bill said, almost whining, "but I hate it when I get your pubic
hairs on my tongue.

   "Maybe tomorrow I'll shave my pussy, then you won't have any excuses,"
Kelly said with a smile.

   "You must be drunk because you don't normally refer to your vagina as a
pussy," Bill reminded her.

   Kelly realized that she had picked up some casual language talking to
Monica and Heather.

   "Just shut your mouth and eat me!" Kelly said, making a little joke, but
Bill didn't catch on and just slid his face between her legs and started
licking Kelly's slit.

   Bill lapped at Kelly's pussy for a couple of minutes and she was getting
close to a climax when he abruptly stopped and moved in to enter her.  Bill
pushed his penis into Kelly's vagina and started humping.

   "I love making love to you," Bill whispered near Kelly's ear.

   Kelly thought about how Monica said Sam didn't make love - he just
fucked her and she wished that sex was the same for her.

   After three more minutes, Bill started grunting.  At least one of the
lovers was going to cum.

   "Oh, oh, oh, oh," Bill moaned as he shot his load.  Then he laid still
for a minute before rolling off.

   Kelly and Bill exchanged kisses.

   Usually, it was Bill who dozed off to sleep immediately after
intercourse, but that night it was Kelly's turn to snooze, due mainly to
the wine that was still affecting her.

   After watching his beautiful wife sleep for a few minutes, Bill nudged
her and asked her if she was ready to fix dinner.  Kelly never really
regained consciousness and just mumbled some sort of gibberish about "black
clock" or "big crock" before she began snoring lightly.  Bill threw the
covers over his naked, passed-out wife and went to the kitchen to make
himself a sandwich for dinner.

   Up in Smoke

   A couple of days after Kelly got drunk sipping wine at Monica's, she was
at home, puttering around and expecting Bill in an hour or so.  Kelly's
phone rang.  It was Claire, who said she was hanging out with Heather and
Monica.

   "Why don't you come over if you're not busy?" Claire suggested.  "We'll
have a little party."

   Kelly was agreeable so she walked to Claire's townhouse next door.  When
she entered she found Heather, Claire and Monica in the living room.  On
the coffee table in front of them was a bong and a baggie of marijuana.

   "Do you smoke, Kelly?" Claire asked.

   "Well, I did in college but I haven't in a while," Kelly answered.  "But
what the heck.  I'll take a hit if everyone is going to smoke."

   "Everyone but Monica," Claire said with a smile.  "She's got that little
black baby in her belly, so she can't smoke.  She'll just be a spectator!"

   The ladies all laughed while Monica patted her baby bump and nodded. 
Claire pushed the bong toward Kelly and said, "Why don't you do the honors
and get us started?"

   Kelly had no problem remembering how to use a bong.  She packed the bowl
with a big pinch of weed, held the tube up to her mouth, flicked the
lighter and filled the tube with smoke before inhaling deeply, instantly
emptying the tube's potent contents into her lungs.  She held the smoke for
a moment then exhaled a long stream.

   "Well, at least I still remember how to do it," Kelly quipped.

   "A couple more hits like that and you won't remember much else!" Heather
said, causing everyone to laugh.

   Kelly, Claire and Heather had a good time, passing the bong around,
taking a couple of hits, taking a break, then passing the bong again.

   Kelly started to feel the effects fairly quickly and said, "This is
really good shit.  Where do you get your weed?"

   "From Sam," Claire said with a smile, "He's good for a lot of things!"

   "Oh yeah," Heather said, "But fucking us is what he's best at!"

   They all laughed, although Kelly could only imagine what the "fucking"
part was like.

   After about an hour, Kelly's phone rang.

   "Uh oh," Kelly said, "It's Bill, probably wondering where I am."

   Just before Bill called, Claire had been telling a hilarious story about
the first time she got fucked by Sam, being very animated and dramatic as
she described how he inched his phenomenal black cock into her redheaded
pussy.

   Kelly answered Bill's call but tried to continue to glean all the juicy
details from Claire as she listened to Bill.

   "Hey Bill, I'm at Claire's with Heather and Monica" Kelly said through
her cell.  As Bill asked when she might be home and what was for dinner,
Kelly remained distracted, plus she was in a bit of a drug-induced stupor.

   "Kelly.  Kelly.  Kelly!" Bill shouted into the phone, trying to get his
wife's attention.

   "Bill, we've got a bad connection," Kelly said, trying to cut him short.
"There's some leftover spaghetti in the fridge, but leave me some, honey. I
think I'm going to be real hungry when I get home.  I'll just be another
few minutes.  Love you.  Bye."

   Heather and Monica followed up on Claire's story with some of their own
fond memories of fucking Sam's big black cock.  Kelly enjoyed listening and
laughing along with them.  As high as she was, she realized that she was
feeling just a little jealous.

   After one more round with the bong Kelly said she should be going and
Heather agreed it was time for her to go too.  Monica suggested that Kelly
follow her to her place so she could loan her her bong.  After all, she
wouldn't be using it while she was pregnant.

   Monica put the bong in a big plastic bag and gave it to Kelly, who
crossed the street to her home.  When Kelly entered she set the bag on the
table and walked over to Bill to give him a hello kiss.

   Bill immediately noticed Kelly's glassy eyes and goofy expression.

   "Kelly, are you drunk again?" Bill asked.

   "No, I am not drunk," Kelly said emphatically while shaking her pretty
head "no".  "I am fucking higher than shit on weed!  My brain is fucking
toasted!"

   "What?!" Bill responded, clearly irate.  "Since when do you smoke
marijuana?  I'm glad that you've made friends here, but I think you're
picking up some bad habits from Claire and Monica and Heather."

   Kelly started laughing and laughing.

   "I told you that I did my share of toking in college," Kelly said, still
chuckling.  "I like smoking once in a while, honey.  It's nice.  Oh, and
look at what Monica gave me." With that, Kelly pulled the bong out of the
bag on the table.

   Kelly continued, "I thought maybe me and you could trying smoking a
little weed." Then Kelly moved seductively closer to Bill.  "We could have
a little fun and be a little naughty once in a while.  Besides, sex is
really different when you're high!"

   "Are you crazy?!" Bill shouted.  "I run the random drug testing program
at my company.  I fire people for having marijuana, or THC, in their urine!
I can't be smoking dope!  Where did you even get the pot anyway?"

   "I got it from Monica, but we can get all we need from Sam," Kelly
answered abruptly.

   "Well, we - or you - don't need any," Bill said.

   Kelly was perturbed but too mellow and buzzed to be really angry, so she
just smiled at Bill and said, "You know what, Bill - I think I can decide
what I need!"

   With that said, Kelly went into the kitchen to get something to eat. 
She had a serious case of the munchies.

   The Housewarming

   About a month after moving into their townhouse Kelly and Bill decided
to throw a housewarming party and invite their friends and neighbors. 
Heather and her husband, Tom, were on the guest list, along with Monica and
her husband, Barry, and Claire and her husband, Ray.  Some other neighbors,
who they didn't really socialize with, were also invited, including Sam.

   The Housewarming was a big hit and was well-attended.  Kelly spent most
of her time with the three neighbors who had by then become her good
friends, Heather, Monica and Claire.  Bill hit it off fairly well with
their husbands.  In fact, Bill and the other three guys decided to get
together the next weekend at a sports bar to watch a ball game and have a
few beers together.

   Bill paid particular attention to Sam, who naturally stood out, being
the only black person in an apartment full of whites.  Bill didn't like the
way that Sam flirted and was overly affectionate toward the ladies.  Of
course, Bill had no idea that Sam was fucking Heather, Monica and Claire on
a very regular basis.

   Bill noticed that when Sam greeted Heather with a hello hug he held her
tight and pulled her body close to his.  When Sam said hi to Monica he
placed his hand on her big baby belly and rubbed it for several seconds
while whispering in her ear.  And, most egregiously, Sam slipped his hand
behind Claire as she leaned against the counter and he squeezed her ass.

   Bill didn't see quite everything that Sam did, including the discreet
contact that Sam had with his wife.  At one point, Sam sidled up to Kelly
and whispered in her ear.

   "Hey pretty lady," Sam whispered, "there's a slip of paper with my phone
number on top of your refrigerator.  Call me when you're ready."

   Kelly was taken aback and goosebumps popped up on her arms.  Not knowing
exactly what to say or do in light of Sam's secretive move, Kelly simply
said "okay."

   At one point during the party, Bill noticed that Kelly and the other
wives had disappeared.  Through the sliding glass door, he saw that they
were outdoors on the enclosed patio area behind their townhouse.  Stepping
outside, Bill was not happy to see that Kelly was holding the bong that
Monica had given her.  With Bill watching from three feet away, Kelly
smiled as she brought the tube to her mouth, flicked her lighter, and took
a huge hit.  Kelly then blew the smoke toward Bill's face and immediately
returned her mouth to the pipe to take another hit.  Bill turned, shook his
head and went back inside, glad that he had not invited any of his people
from work.

   About 20 minutes later, Bill did something to aggravate Kelly, although
with the buzz she had from smoking weed, Kelly was in too good a mood to
let anything bother her very much.

   While Kelly was chatting with Heather and Claire, Bill decided to show
how hip and trendy he was by dishing out some compliments to his wife's
friends.  Heather and Claire were both dressed in outfits that showed off
the tattoos that each of them had on their left shoulders.  The tats were
similar flowery designs that covered their shoulders and extended a few
inches down their backs.

   "Ladies, I've got say I love your tattoos," Bill said with a smile. 
"They look great on you and they're almost identical."

   Kelly was quite surprised because Bill had never said anything nice
about a woman's tattoo before.

   "Well thank you Bill," Heather said with a smile.  "We had them done by
the same tattoo artist."

   Claire then piped up, saying, "Kelly, I noticed that you don't have any
skin art.  Why haven't you ever gotten a tattoo?"

   Before Kelly could answer Bill interjected, "Oh, Kelly is a big baby
when it comes to needles.  She's afraid to get a tattoo."

   With that, some of the others standing nearby started kidding Kelly, in
a fairly friendly way, calling her a "big chicken" and a "baby afraid of a
little pain."

   Kelly opted to just shrug her shoulders and laugh it off, but she
decided then and there that she would get even with Bill the next day. 
Kelly kept smiling as she thought to herself "we'll see how Bill likes it
tomorrow when I come home with a tattoo on my shoulder too!"

   The housewarming party lasted until well after midnight.  After cleaning
up for an hour after their last guests departed, Kelly and Bill went to bed
and fell fast asleep.

   Kelly gets some ink

   Kelly and Bill slept in the next morning, getting up at about 11 a.m. 
Both of them had mild headaches from the drinking they'd done, but were
otherwise in good moods, remarking to each other that their housewarming
had been a success and it was good to get to know their neighbors a little
better.  They sipped coffee and finished tidying up from the night before.

   Kelly had not forgotten the vow she made to herself about getting a
tattoo after Bill said they looked so darned good on her friends and then
humiliated her for supposedly being afraid of needles.

   Kelly discreetly sent a text message to Claire, asking her if she could
run an errand with her for a few hours that afternoon.  Claire's response
was that she was free all day and Kelly could pick her up at about 2 p.m.

   At two o'clock, Kelly got in her car and backed out, stopping in front
of Claire's home and honking her horn once.  Claire came out and hopped in
the car.

   "Where are we going, girlfriend?" Claire asked Kelly.

   "I want you to show me where that tattoo parlor is," Kelly said,
grinning.

   "No shit?!" Claire responded in shock.  "You're going to get a tattoo? I
thought you were afraid of needles and too scared to be tattooed."

   "That was some stupid bullshit from Bill," Kelly said somewhat angrily.
"He's never wanted me to get a tattoo and he was trying to act cool last
night.  Well, I've wanted a tattoo for a long time and today is the day
that I get one!"

   "Well, you get no argument from me," Claire said.  "Just head for that
little shopping center across from the post office."

   When they walked into the tattoo parlor, Claire said, "Hi Zeke, I
brought my pretty neighbor here to get her first tattoo."

   Zeke the tattoo guy smiled and said, "I love it when I get to put my ink
on virgin skin!  I guess someone else is getting a spade tattooed
somewhere, right?"

   "No, not today," Claire said.  "She wants her left shoulder done like
mine."

   Zeke and Kelly talked for a few minutes, then Kelly took her top and her
bra off, blushing with embarrassment, and she braced herself for the
buzzing noise and the first touch of the tattoo gun.  Kelly found that the
sensation was more annoying than painful.  It took a little longer than
she'd expected, but soon enough Zeke invited her to admire her first tattoo
in the mirror he handed her.

   Kelly was a little shocked at the sight and for just an instant, she
thought to herself "Oh, shit!  What have I done?" But after she examined
the tattoo for a few seconds, she loved the way it looked on her.  She paid
Zeke and exited the shop.

   Leaving the tattoo parlor, Kelly got into the driver's seat of her car
and Claire hopped in the passenger side.  Out of habit, Kelly pulled her
seatbelt across her shoulder and let out an "ouch" as the belt pressed down
on her new gauze dressing.  She giggled and slipped the shoulder strap
behind her to avoid the pressure.

   "I think your new tattoo is beautiful and Bill is going to love it,"
Claire said with a smile.

   "I hope so," Kelly said somewhat apprehensively.  "Well, he better love
it because it's not going away!  I still can't believe that I really got
myself tattooed."

   Then Kelly glanced toward Claire and asked, "What did that tattoo guy
mean when he said `I guess someone else is getting a spade tattooed
somewhere?'"

   Claire turned halfway in her seat toward Kelly and pulled her stretchy
blouse down, uncovering most of her left breast and displaying a Queen of
Spades tattoo a couple inches above her nipple.

   "He thought you might want one of these," Claire said with a sly smile.
"He just figured you were getting a Queen of Spades like the rest of us
have.  It's the symbol for white women who like to fuck black guys."

   "Oh my god!" Kelly said.  "I'm sure glad he didn't just do it!  That's
fine for you but it's not my style."

   "Well, not yet anyway," Claire said with a loud laugh that caused Kelly
to laugh too, and to shake her head in obvious disbelief.

   Claire then said, "All I can say is Bill must be awfully good in bed for
you to pass up Sam's big black cock!  Sam would fuck you in a New York
minute if you'd give him half a chance."

   Kelly chuckled and said, "I wouldn't say that Bill is `awfully good' but
sex with him is fine and I'm not ready to take that chance with Sam."

   "Well," Claire said reassuringly, "Sam will be ready when you are."

   Kelly thought about the message that Sam had whispered to her at last
night's party, saying he had left his phone number on top or her fridge and
she should call him "when she's ready." Kelly made a mental note to get the
slip of paper off the refrigerator before Bill found it and got suspicious.


   Arriving at the townhouse complex, Kelly parked her car and Claire
exited and headed toward her place, pausing to say "let me know how Bill
likes your new tattoo!

   Kelly walked into her living room and found Bill lounging on the couch,
watching TV.  Bill noticed the bandage over his wife's left shoulder, under
her top.

   "What happened to you, baby?" Bill asked, sitting up straight.

   "Let me show you," Kelly responded as she unbuttoned her blouse and
removed it.  Then, standing in front of Bill wearing her bra and shorts,
Kelly pulled off the gauze dressing for the big reveal.

   A look of utter shock swept over Bill's face and he shouted, "Oh my god,
Kelly!  What the hell did you do?!"

   "It's pretty obvious, honey, that I got a tattoo!" Kelly said.  "Don't
you like it?  It's just like the ones that Claire and Heather have and you
said last night that you loved theirs."

   "I was just saying that to make them happy!  You should have known that
I didn't really mean it!" Bill said as he stood and closely examined his
wife's shoulder.

   "Honey, when you say something I take you seriously," Kelly said,
looking Bill square in the face.  "I also didn't like it when you said I
was afraid of needles and scared to get a tattoo.  That was pure bullshit!"

   "Did you have to get something so big and gaudy?" Bill asked, still
looking Kelly over.  "Why couldn't you get a little something that you
could hide?"

   "I don't want to hide it!  I want to show it off!" Kelly declared. 
"When I do need to cover it, for work or whatever, I can just wear a blouse
with a little sleeve or even a tee shirt."

   "Well, cover it tomorrow when we go to my mother's house," Bill said,
issuing a direct order.

   "No fucking way!" Kelly said adamantly.  "This tattoo is part of me now.
It's the way my shoulder looks from now on, like it or not, and I'm not
going to spend the rest of my fucking life hiding it from you or your
mother!"

   "Nice language," Bill groused.  "I notice that you like to toss the "f"
word around nowadays, just like your new friends around here.

   Bill and Kelly didn't speak much the rest of the night.  Eventually,
though, Bill did warm up to Kelly's tattoo, thinking that it did make her
look just a little more wild and vivacious.

   Guys' day out

   On Saturday afternoon, the other husbands showed up at Bill and Kelly's
place to head over to the sports bar for a few beers and some chicken wings
as they'd planned at the Housewarming party.  Heather's husband Tom was
there, along with Claire's husband, Ray, and Monica's husband, Barry.  Bill
drove the foursome to the nearby bar and they ordered a pitcher and some
wings then started talking about themselves, their jobs, sports, and people
around the townhouse complex.

   At one point, Bill asked "So, what do you guys think about Sam?"

   The other three hubbys just smiled and glanced at each other.

   "Well, what's there to think?" Barry said.  "It is what it is."

   "Hey, Sam is the man!" Tom said with a shrug and a grin, bringing
chuckles from the other men.

   Bill didn't quite understand the remarks he was hearing, but he
continued to make Sam his topic of conversation.

   "You know, I didn't really like the way Sam treated the ladies at our
party," Bill said, becoming a little serious.  "I mean, he was pretty
touchy-feely with our wives.  I even saw him squeezing one of your wives on
her ass."

   The other husbands just shook their heads and laughed out loud.

   Barry then dropped a bombshell on Bill when he said, "I guess Sam
figures there's no harm in copping a feel.  He's fucking them all anyway."

   "What?" Bill exclaimed.  "What did you say?  What do you mean he's
fucking them all anyway?!"

   "Bill, didn't you know that Sam is getting a piece of ass from all the
girls?" Ray said.  "Did you think he was just fucking Kelly?"

   "What the hell?!" Bill shouted angrily.  "I should punch you in the nose
(although Ray was much bigger than Bill).  You can't say that shit about my
wife!"

   Tom held his hands up and said, "Whoa, Bill, calm down.  Don't get so
pissed off.  It's not just Kelly.  Sam's in everyone's pants and we've
learned to live with it."

   "Sam is not fucking my Kelly!" Bill screamed, causing some of the other
customers to turn and stare.

   "Are you sure, Bill?" Ray asked incredulously, "because your Kelly is
drop-dead gorgeous and I can't imagine that Sam would pass her up."

   "Yes I'm sure!" Bill said.  "I can't believe you guys!  Are you telling
me that Sam is fucking all your women and you're okay with it?!"

   Tom said, "I know it takes a little getting used to, but Heather is a
hell of a lot happier and is so much more into sex since she started
fucking Sam.  I got a little crazy when he knocked her up, but you know, I
love little Brandon even though he's black and everyone can tell that I
didn't father him."

   Trying also to console Bill, Barry said, "Monica is hornier than hell
since Sam got her pregnant five months ago.  I need Viagra to keep up with
her!  And I actually love watching her belly grow, knowing she's carrying
his black baby.  Sam's turned my Monica into the hot wife I always wanted
and I'm sure he'll do the same for Kelly!"

   Bill just grimaced and sat there stone-faced.

   Tom and Ray changed the subject, pointing out some of the sports action
playing out on the big TV screens, and they ordered another pitcher of
beer, but Bill was too stunned to have much fun from that point on.  He
hardly said two words to anyone as he drove the guys home and everyone went
their separate ways.

   Bill wonders if Kelly wanders

   When Bill arrived at home he discovered that Kelly wasn't there.  He let
his beer-addled brain meander and began to imagine that Kelly might be at
Sam's place.  He pictured her in his mind, naked and lying on Sam's bed,
his dark skin contacting and covering her entire body while his black cock
pushed deep into her pussy.  He thought to himself that she'll probably say
she was over at Monica's or Claire's, but where there's smoke there's fire,
and the other guys were pretty damned positive that Kelly has been getting
herself black-fucked just like her slutty new friends.  Bill slouched on
the couch, imagining even more, picturing his sweet wife with Sam's big
black cock in her mouth.  Eventually, he dozed off to sleep.

   When Bill woke two hours later, it was getting dark outside and Kelly
was sitting at the other end of the couch, tapping on her iPad.

   "Hello sleepy head," Kelly said with a smile.  "You must have had a good
time with the guys at the bar."

   "It was okay," Bill said, not letting on that he had a terrible time,
hearing about how Sam was fucking all the females, including his wife,
according to the other husbands.

   Bill continued, "You weren't home when I got here.  Where were you?"

   "I was at Claire's," Kelly answered.

   "I figured that's where you were," Bill said, still wondering to himself
if she might have been at Sam's instead.

   "I wanted to show Claire the new top I bought to show off my tattoo,"
Kelly said with a grin.  "Do you like it?"

   Kelly then stood up in front of Bill and turned around a few times,
giving him a good look at the skimpy, tight, stretchy tube top that left
her shoulders and her belly exposed and displayed her nipples through the
cloth.

   "Why aren't you wearing a bra?" Bill inquired.

   "I don't need a bra with this, silly," Kelly said with a giggle.  "I
think it's sexier than hell and it shows off my tattoo and my boobs!"

   Bill wondered to himself why Kelly would want to look sexy while he was
out with the guys.

   "So, are you hungry?" Kelly asked.  "What would you like to do about
dinner?  We could go out and let everyone see what a sexy wife you have!"

   "No," Bill said immediately.  "I had a lot of chicken wings and fries
and I'm not very hungry.  Can you just fix a salad or something here at
home?"

   "Sure, that's easy enough," Kelly said, disappointed.

   After dinner, Kelly and Bill watched TV for a couple of hours, then
Kelly put her arms around Bill's neck and said "I'm feeling horny,
handsome. Let's go to bed!"

   Bill remembered what the other husbands said about their wives being
hornier since they started fucking Sam, and once again, he found himself
wondering.

   In their bedroom, Bill got himself undressed and sat on the bed.  Kelly
stripped off her clothes too and then playfully threw herself on the
mattress and laid on her back with her legs spread wide open.

   "You shaved your vagina!" Bill exclaimed, noticing Kelly's bald pussy,
exactly as she'd hoped he would.

   Looking more closely at his wife's smooth snatch, Bill asked, "Whose
idea was this?"

   Kelly was a little startled by Bill's question and tersely answered, "It
was my idea, and yours, if I remember correctly.  You were complaining
about getting my pubic hairs in your mouth and I said I would shave it.  I
just love it this way and I thought it would be a nice surprise for you."

   "It is nice," Bill said, trying to make amends, and he started to run
his fingers over her smooth mound.

   "Keep that up!" Kelly said, as she put her hand over his and tried to
guide him to effectively finger her clit.  When Bill did not exactly "hit
the spot" Kelly began to rub herself, moaning softly.

   "I don't think I've ever seen you masturbate in front of me before,"
Bill said quietly, once again wondering whether Kelly's newfound sexual
adventurism was inspired by a certain Negro in the neighborhood.

   "Come on, honey," Kelly cooed, "eat my pussy why I diddle my clit, then
you can fuck me!"

   "You don't have to talk dirty on my account," Bill said, as he
positioned himself to connect his mouth and tongue just below Kelly's
wiggling fingers.

   "Ohh yes," Kelly moaned.  "Oh, I love feeling you eat me.  I feel it so
much more since I shaved!  Oh god, I'm going to cum!  Ooooohhh, Ooooohhh,
Ooooohhh!" Kelly nearly screamed as she experienced a rare and welcome
orgasm, thanks in large part to her own finger-play, but extremely
pleasant, regardless.

   "Now you can fuck me!" Kelly said, deliberately emphasizing the word
"fuck." "How do you want to do it sweetheart?  Do you want me to get on
top?"

   Bill was slightly annoyed by Kelly's suggestion that they try something
different when she knew very well that he preferred the missionary positon.
Bill eased her onto her back and moved in to slip his cock into her slit.
Feeling a little aggressive, Bill began to pump Kelly more vigorously than
usual.

   "Oh yeah, baby" Kelly pleaded, "fuck me hard!"

   Unfortunately, Bill's extra effort brought him to an even faster climax,
and in just a couple of minutes he started grunting and cumming.  "Oh, oh,
oh, oh," and Bill was done.

   "That was really good, sweetheart," Kelly panted, being overly generous
with her praise but feeling good inasmuch as they both had managed to cum
that time.  Kelly saw no need to get up to clean herself, even though
Bill's cum was trickling out of her pussy.  There was never enough to make
much of a mess on the sheets.

   Bill then rolled off of Kelly, laid next to her, and decided it was time
to clear the air about Sam, knowing full well that it would not be a
pleasant conversation.

   Facing each other, lying on the bed barely a foot apart, Bill began to
speak.

   "Kelly, there's a lot that you haven't been telling me."

   Kelly's expression went from a blissful smile to a look of puzzled
dread. "What haven't I been telling you, sweetheart?" Kelly asked quietly.

   "A lot of important things," Bill began.  "At the bar with Tom and Ray
and Barry I found out that they like to use the "f" word too.  They talked
about certain people fucking a certain person.  They told me that Heather
and Monica and Claire all like to fuck our good neighbor Sam.  Why didn't
you ever tell me that your friends are all cheating whores?!"

   "They're not cheating and they're not whores!" Kelly said, quite
angrily. "Their husbands know what they're doing and they go along with it.
It's part of their relationships, and none of our business, really."

   "Do you know what else the guys told me, Kelly?" Bill said, dragging it
out for effect.  "They told me that you're fucking Sam too!"

   "I am not!" Kelly shouted as she sat straight up on the bed.  That is
bullshit!  I have never fucked Sam.  Never!  I swear to you!"

   "You do everything else that all the women in this neighborhood do,"
Bill said.  "You got yourself tattooed.  You're dressing like a slut. 
Drinking every day.  Smoking dope like a druggie.  It only stands to reason
that you'd be putting out for Sam too."

   "Except that I'm not!" Kelly shouted angrily.  "I'm not fucking him, but
I might as well if that's what you expect."

   "You know, I guess I shouldn't really be surprised," Bill said in a
holier-than-thou way.  "It's not like you're any better than those three
sluts you hang around with.  I'm sure Sam would love to knock you up too!
Have you talked to him yet about having his black baby?"

   Then Bill said, through clenched teeth, "I just want you to be honest
about this!"

   "I have been honest, but you know what?" Kelly shouted with fire in her
eyes, "You're right!  I'm fucking Sam all the time!  I can't get enough of
his big black cock!  But that starts tomorrow!  I've been nothing but a
faithful wife, but no problem.  You don't believe me.  You expect me to
fuck him, so why should I deprive myself?  Hey, I can sure as hell live
down to your expectations!"

   Kelly got up from the bed, grabbed her robe from the hook on the
bathroom door and stormed out of the room, turning to Bill long enough to
shout "Fuck you, asshole!"

   Kelly stomped down the stairs to the living room.  To calm herself, and
to spite Bill at the same time, she pulled out her bong, and for the first
time in her life, smoked weed all by herself.  Kelly took her first hit and
held her breath as long as she could to get herself as stoned as possible.
She took three more hits, then put the bong on the coffee table and sat
back to watch some mindless television as her mental state faded from
furious to lackadaisical.

   Bill sat alone on the bed, wondering to himself if he had overplayed his
hand.  Maybe Kelly actually hadn't had sex with Sam.  He thought that it
might be best to apologize, then he smelled marijuana smoke wafting up from
downstairs.

   "There's nothing that she won't do," Bill thought to himself, "and she
needs to stop denying it."

   Kelly eventually went upstairs to bed, deciding that she wasn't going to
sleep on the couch just because her husband was an asshole.  She didn't
sleep much, though, and was awake when his alarm clock went off in the
morning.

   Kelly and Bill went about their morning routine and were polite to each
other, but neither one spoke one extra word.  While lying awake overnight,
Kelly had decided that she would postpone calling Sam if, and only if, Bill
apologized to her.  It was up to Bill.  If he said he was sorry, Kelly
would remain his faithful wife.  If not, she was going to call Sam and let
him fuck her.

   When it came time for Bill to leave for work, Kelly walked him to the
door, as she did every day, and she recited her parting routine, "Drive
safe and have a good day.  Love you." Then, as always, a quick peck on the
lips as Bill walked out the door.

   Kelly felt a little sad, and a tad anxious, when Bill left without
apologizing.

   The connection

   Before Bill's car was out of their driveway, Kelly had pulled a kitchen
chair up to the refrigerator and she retrieved the note that Sam left there
with his phone number.  She decided to wait until 9 a.m.  to call Sam. 
Kelly paced the floor and became increasingly nervous, alternating in her
mind between calling Sam and tossing his number away.  She saw her bong
sitting on the coffee table, where she'd left it the night before, and
decided to smoke some weed to take the edge off her nerves.  Kelly took
three hits off the bong then put the pipe down, not wanting to get too
high.

   At 9 a.m., Kelly picked up her phone and typed in Sam's number.  She
stared at it for two minutes, then took a deep breath and pushed the call
button.  She knew that her life was going to become more complicated but
rationalized that it was her husband Bill who drove her to step over the
line.

   Kelly listened as Sam's phone rang, then she heard his voice.

   "Hello, it's Sam.  I can't come to the phone right now.  Leave me a
message and I'll get back to you."

   With her voice cracking from nervousness, Kelly said softly, "Umm, hi
Sam.  It's Kelly.  Your neighbor.  Call me back, please.  Bye."

   Kelly then waited for Sam to call her back.  The weed had kicked in and
time really seemed to drag.  She walked outside to the street and looked
down the row of townhouses to Sam's place.  His car was in his driveway. 
Kelly wondered if maybe Sam was busy with one of the other girls, or maybe
someone else.

   Finally, an hour later, Kelly's phone rang.  It was Sam.

   "Hello," Kelly said.

   "Hey pretty lady.  It's Sam.  You wanted to talk to me?"

   "Um, yeah Sam, thanks for calling back," Kelly said, trying to sound
sweet.  "You left me your number and said to call when I'm ready.  I think
I'm ready."

   Kelly's phone went silent.  A few seconds later her phone indicated no
connection.

   Kelly redialed the number and after three rings, Sam answered with
another "hello."

   "Sam," Kelly said, "We got disconnected."

   "Yeah baby," Sam said in his deep smooth voice.  "You said you think
you're ready.  We need to talk when you know you're ready."

   "Okay," Kelly said nervously, "I'm ready.  I know I'm ready."

   "Ready for what, Kelly?"

   Kelly replied, "I'm ready to get together with you."

   "We were together last week at your party," Sam said.  "Is there
anything else I can do for you today?"

   "Yes, yes," Kelly replied urgently.  "I want to have sex with you."
Kelly couldn't believe the sound of the words leaving her mouth.

   "Tell me that you want me to fuck you," Sam said.

   "I want you to fuck me.  Today.  If you have time.  And you want to."

   "That's nice, pretty lady," Sam said with a little chuckle.  "I've been
wanting to fuck you for a while now.  Have you been wanting to fuck me
too?"

   "Yes, yes," Kelly practically pleaded.  "I've wanted to fuck you for a
long time.  I've been denying it, but I need you to fuck me."

   "Okay, I'll fuck you." Sam said.  "Come on over and I'll fuck you now."

   Kelly heart started pounding.  She tried to sound a little cool, saying,
"Okay, I'll get dressed and comb my hair and I'll see you soon."

   "Don't bother wearing anything special," Sam said.  Then he laughed and
said, "You won't be in your clothes for long anyway.  I'll be here,
waiting, so don't take too long.  Bye."

   Kelly went into panic mode.  She ran upstairs to her bathroom.  No time
for a shower.  She needed to brush her teeth, though.  Looking in the
mirror as she brushed, Kelly thought about how she had just begged Sam to
fuck her.  If her husband had apologized would it have made a difference?
Maybe the other wives were right all along and she was destined to fuck Sam
sooner or later.  It was going to be sooner.

   Kelly grabbed her hair brush and ran it through her long blonde hair. 
She had to put on some makeup.  Not too much.  She couldn't decide on a lip
gloss and finally just grabbed her red one and dabbed it on.  What to wear?
Her new tube top was on the bedroom chair, where she'd tossed it when she
undressed for Bill last night.  She slipped it on.  Her nipples were
already half-erect and poked out nicely.  She ransacked her drawer to find
some sexy panties.  Finally, she picked a skirt from her closet.  She
almost forgot to put shoes on.  Heels would make her legs look nicer, but
might be too much right now, so she just slipped on some dressy sandals.

   Skipping down the stairs she saw her bong and thought about taking a
quick hit or two, then decided against it.  She switched her cellphone to
silent mode and slipped it into her purse, then stepped outside, locking
the door behind her.  As she walked the 200 feet or so to Sam's place Kelly
wondered if one of the other wives, or another neighbor, would see her. 
She got to Sam's front step and rang his doorbell.

   Sam opened his door and waited for Kelly to step inside.  Sam had gone
to no trouble to get dressed, in fact he was only wearing a pair of baggy
shorts.  No shirt or shoes.  Kelly put on her best smile as she stared at
Sam's body.  He was so big and so black.  His arms and chest were ripped
with muscles.  He looked so powerful as he towered over her petite frame.
She looked at his face and saw that he was smiling and was perusing every
part of her body as well.

   "You didn't have that tattoo at your party," Sam said, looking at her
shoulders.  "It looks great on you.  It makes you even more beautiful."

   Kelly blushed and her heart soared.

   Sam and Kelly still hadn't touched each other.  They just stood close,
taking each other in.

   "You smell nice," Sam said softly.  "I don't like a lot of perfume.  (In
her haste, Kelly had forgotten to wear any.) I like women who smell
natural, like women should smell."

   "You smell so good too," Kelly said.  "You smell like a man.  I've never
been with a man like you."

   "You mean a black man?" Sam asked, chuckling.

   Kelly chuckled too and said, "I meant I've never been with a man so much
bigger and stronger than me.  You're almost scary.  I know you could hurt
me, but I know that you won't.  I wasn't talking about you being black, but
it's true; I've never even touched a black man, but I really want to."

   "When I'm finished with you," Sam said smiling, "You'll want to touch
this black man every chance you get.  You'll be my black cock slut, just
like Heather and Monica and Claire."

   Sam's words were both enticing and frightening to Kelly.  She wasn't
sure that she wanted to be as addicted to Sam as her friends were.  Or
maybe she did.

   Sam then raised his hands and touched his big thumbs to Kelly's nipples
as they pressed against the fabric of her top.  Sam then circled both
nipples with both of his thumbs, making slow circles in opposite
directions. In a few seconds, Kelly's nipples tripled in size and poked out
nearly half an inch.  Kelly purred.

   Sam then put his hands on Kelly's breasts and leaned his head down as
she leaned hers up.  They touched their lips together, just brushing them
together at first and then pressing harder.  Sam's lips were thick and full
and Kelly's lip gloss tasted sweet.  Tilting their heads, the black man and
white woman then starting kissing like they meant it.  Sam pressed his
tongue into Kelly's mouth and she welcomed it with her own.  Kelly put her
hands on Sam's bare skinned biceps and was amazed at how rock hard his
upper arms felt.  Her husband, and her white boyfriends before him, had
biceps that were soft.  She shivered feeling Sam's strength.  They
continued kissing with their whole mouths until Sam broke away and looked
Kelly in the eyes.

   "Do you like kissing a black man, Kelly?" Sam asked with a smile.

   "Oh, I love it," Kelly responded.  "I love kissing your lips."

   With no prompting, Kelly reached her arms across her top and pulled it
up and off over her head, leaving her breasts exposed.  Sam put his big
hands on her boobs, covering each of them, then he started to massage her
with his fingers.  Kelly started to moan, and when she looked down and saw
the contrast of Sam's jet black hands on her pale white tits, she moaned
louder.

   "Take your skirt off," Sam said quietly.

   Kelly immediately pushed her skirt down to the floor and stepped out of
it, leaving her naked except for her lacey panties.

   "When you're with me, don't wear panties," Sam said.

   Kelly pushed down her panties immediately and kicked them aside.

   "I'll never wear panties again," Kelly said, smiling.  She then kicked
off her sandals, leaving herself totally naked.

   Sam began to move his hands all over Kelly's bare body and Kelly did
likewise, feeling Sam's black skin on his arms, chest, neck, and back -
every part that she could reach.  Then, Kelly ran her hand over Sam's gym
shorts and gasped loudly when she made contact with his cock.  Sam took
hold of Kelly's arms and led her a few steps, guiding her to plant her bare
ass on his couch.  As she sat, Sam stepped in front of her and told her
"pull my shorts down."

   Kelly found herself at eye level with the biggest cock she had ever
seen. Her jaw dropped when she saw the size and the dark black color.

   "Oh my god," Kelly giggled, "It's fucking huge!  It must be a foot long!
I'm afraid it's going to be too big for me."

   "It's ten inches long, baby," Sam informed her.  "And pretty soon, it's
going to be in your pussy, all of it, all the way in."

   Kelly shivered and moved her hands, both of them, to touch it.  She
wrapped her fingers around the half-erect penis and chuckled.  It was
easily twice as long and twice as big around as any of the six white dicks
that she had touched previously, and that included Bill's.

   Kelly leaned toward the cock and took its head into her mouth and
started moving in and out, sliding about two inches with each motion.

   "Baby, that's no way to give your man a blowjob," Sam scolded.  He then
began to give Kelly instruction, which she welcomed because she wanted to
make Sam happy.

   "Run your lips up and down my cock real slow.  Feel it with your lips,
taste it with your tongue, smell it with your nose."

   Kelly did as directed, finding that it was quite arousing.

   "Now, put your hand on my balls and squeeze them just a little.

   Kelly felt Sam's balls.  "They're fucking enormous!" she said out loud.

   Sam continued, "Roll my balls just a little with your fingers.  They're
packed with sperm that's going to be in your pussy today.  That's the sperm
that knocked up your three friends."

   Kelly tried not to react, but she was shocked by Sam's words.  Was he
saying that Claire is pregnant now too?  She couldn't think about it just
then and went back to work on Sam.

   "Squeeze out the precum and taste it, Sam suggested.  Kelly got a small
dollop from Sam's pee-hole and savored it, then she began licking and
kissing the massive member before taking it back in her mouth.

   "Take it deep in your mouth, into your throat," Sam said.  Kelly opened
wide and took about four inches before she gagged and pulled off.

   "You need to practice with a dildo until you can at least take most of
it," Sam said.  "If you don't have a big black one maybe you can borrow
Heather's.  Now just do the best you can, baby, and keep your eyes open. 
You need to see what you're doing, and look up at me some with your big
baby blues."

   Sam smiled and nodded his head when Kelly looked up at him, all
doe-eyed, with her pretty painted lips wrapped around his big black cock.

   Judging by the quiet moans that Sam let out Kelly did a pretty decent
job for someone who needed to work on her blow job.

   After several minutes of having his cock in Kelly's face, Sam gently
eased her off and said, "Okay, baby, it's time for bed." Sam took Kelly's
hand to help her up off the couch and said, "This place is just like yours.
You know where the master bedroom is."

   Kelly smiled and sashayed her cute little ass as she climbed the stairs
bare naked, going ahead of Sam, who gave her butt cheek a sharp but playful
slap halfway up the steps.  He also grabbed her hips and stopped her, then
poked his rock hard cock into her ass crack, causing Kelly to say "ooh" and
giggle.

   When they entered the bedroom Kelly turned and embraced Sam and they
kissed passionately again.  Then Sam led Kelly to his queen sized bed and
he sat on the edge and brought her to stand next to him, his cock extending
in mid-air.  Sam then rubbed his fingers over Kelly's smooth-shaven pussy
lips and eased his index finger into her slit.  She smiled and moaned. 
Then Sam reached his other hand behind her and worked a finger deep into
her asshole.  It was a totally new experience for Kelly.  Sam then expertly
worked his finger in and out of her pussy, simultaneously rubbing her clit
with his thumb.  The sensation of having her pussy and her ass assailed at
the same time caused her to squirm and squeal with pleasure.  In a minute
she began to cum.

   "Oh shit, Sam," Kelly moaned, "You're driving me crazy.  It feels so
fucking good!  I'm cumming!  Oooooh, Ooooh, Oohhh!  Oh fuck!"

   Sam kept working at both of Kelly's holes until she was nearly
delirious, then he removed his fingers and brought them to her mouth.  She
licked them hungrily, including the one that smelled like shit, then
brought her face to Sam's for another French kiss.

   Sam piled two pillows against the headboard, then brought Kelly to lay
down on her back with her head supported.

   "After we've been fucking for a few weeks you'll stretch out and you'll
be able to take it any way we want, but I'm going to have to break you in,"
Sam said softly.

   Kelly delighted in hearing Sam talk about fucking her for weeks and
stretching her pussy.

   "Spread your legs and watch," Sam whispered.

   Kelly moved her legs far apart and looked as Sam moved in over her, his
big black cock inching closer and then making contact with her pussy.

   "Are you ready to get fucked deeper and harder than you ever have
before?" Sam asked, looking Kelly in the face.

   "Oh yeah," Kelly said, smiling, "I've already cum better than I ever
have with Bill and I want your cock inside me more than anything in the
world!"

   Kelly watched as Sam's thick black cock pressed against her smooth white
pussy and entered her, just a couple of inches at first.

   "Oh shit!" Kelly gasped, "It's so big and hard!"

   Sam withdrew and then pushed into Kelly again, further the next time. 
He repeated the movement, pushing about six inches of his cock into her.

   "Uhh, uhh!" Kelly grunted.  "It hurts a little, but it's the best
fucking pain I've ever felt!  Don't stop!  Fuck me!  Fuck me, Sam!"

   Eventually, Sam worked his cock in balls deep.

   "It's all in, baby" Sam said, looking down at Kelly's contorted
expression.  She smiled.

   Sam then began fucking the young blonde in earnest, moving his cock in
and out with increasing speed.

   "Oh, fuck!  It feels so fucking good!" Kelly screamed, then another
orgasm swept over her.  "Oooooh, Ooooh, Oohhh!" She squealed again.

   Then, Sam slipped his hands under Kelly and he lifted her as he slid off
the bed and stood up, holding her with his cock still deep in her pussy. 
Kelly instinctively wrapped her legs around Sam's back and wrapped her arms
around his neck.  She laughed out loud and shrieked and giggled as Sam
waltzed around the room.  Kelly was ecstatic with the ride, knowing that no
other man she'd ever fucked had the strength to manhandle her that way. 
Stepping into the master bathroom, Sam perched Kelly's ass on the edge of
the counter and pounded her pussy fast and hard.

   "Oooooh, Ooooh, Oohhh!" she screamed as she came again.  "Oh Sam, your
fucking is fucking amazing!"

   Sam returned Kelly to the bed, where he fell on his back, without ever
dislodging his cock, and let Kelly rest on top of him with her pussy fully
impaled.

   Kelly was not accustomed to assuming more than one position during
intercourse with her husband Bill, but the situation was different with
Sam. She now found herself straddling her black lover in the classic
cowgirl style and she was really enjoying it.  Kelly raised herself several
inches, until her pussy nearly cleared Sam's cock, then she let herself
descend again, rubbing against the big shaft with every rise and fall. 
With every motion of her pussy and the black cock poking up into it, Kelly
grunted "Mmm." "Mmm, Mmm, Mmm, Mmm, Mmm" Then, she would cum again. 
"Oooooh, Ooooh, Oohhh!"

   Lying on his back with Kelly riding him, Sam reached up to caress her
beautiful boobs with his manly hands.  Sam smiled and told Kelly, "your
tits are so perfect, but I think we'll decorate them a little."

   Kelly didn't know what Sam was talking about - maybe nipple piercing -
but between her cunt and her tits she was in such sensory overload that she
couldn't effectively process the extraneous sounds he uttered.

   Kelly's cowgirl ride ended when Sam lifted her off of him and told her
"get up on all fours." Kelly followed instructions and Sam moved behind her
and plunged his cock into her pussy from behind.  Every position she tried
instantly became her favorite and doggie-style was no exception.

   "Oh, shit Sam, that feels so fucking good," Kelly screamed.  "Oh, god,
don't ever stop fucking me!"

   Sam got into a smooth rhythm and pumped Kelly's pussy long and hard. 
Finally, he muttered, "I'm gonna cum in you Kelly!"

   It was an announcement, not a request on Sam's part, but Kelly responded
breathlessly, "Oh yeah, go ahead Sam.  I'm on the pill.  Cum in my pussy!
Give me your sperm!"

   Sam moaned and stiffened and then roared "Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh!"

   "Oh yes!  Yes!," Kelly muttered.  I feel your cum shooting into me!  Oh
fuck yes!  Cum in me!"

   After Sam came, Kelly stayed in position as Sam's cock remained in her
pussy, slowly softening.  After a couple of minutes, Sam backed away. 
Kelly rolled onto her back and touched her fingers to her pussy,
overflowing with cum.

   "You must have pumped a gallon of your sperm into me," Kelly said,
smiling.  "Sam, that's best sex I've ever had.  The other girls were right.
You're amazing!"

   "So, are you ready to be my black cock slut, or was this just a one-time
thing for you?" Sam asked, knowing full well what Kelly's answer would be.

   "I'll be your slut and you know it!" Kelly answered.  "I've got to fuck
you again.  As much as I can!  Whenever I can!  I've never been fucked like
this before."

   Sam got off the bed and stepped into the bathroom, returning with a
towel that he unceremoniously tossed to Kelly, who began to wipe the oozing
jizz from her pussy.

   Sam then sat on the bed next to Kelly and tenderly kissed her lips.

   "I'd love to keep fucking you, Kelly," Sam said, "You're so beautiful,
and so sweet, and your pussy is so wet and tight, but if you want to be one
of my ladies there are a few things I need you to do."

   "I'll do anything you want," Kelly said.

   "First, you have to tell your husband that you now have a black
boyfriend who's going to be fucking you a lot.  I don't sneak in and out
the back door, and I don't want any trouble with jealous husbands.  Have
him talk to Heather's old man, or Claire or Monica's.  They're happy with
the way things are now and your husband could be too."

   Kelly had a crooked smile on her face when she said, "Telling him
shouldn't be all that hard since he already believes I've been fucking you.
We had a big fight about it last night.  That's what made me decide to go
ahead and call you today."

   "That's good, baby," Sam said, hugging Kelly in a reassuring way.  "I'm
busy the rest of today and all day tomorrow, but on Friday night I could
take you out to a dance club, and maybe get you a little surprise, then
we'll come back here and I'll fuck you all night."

   "Oh that sounds so perfect!" Kelly exclaimed.  I can't wait until
Friday!"

   "But, I'm going to pick you up at your place and Bill will know that
we're going out and that you'll be taking my big black cock in your pussy
while he's home alone."

   "Well, I'm not sure how I'll manage it, but I'll be ready to go out with
you Friday night and Bill will just have to learn to live with it, if he
can."

   Sam and Kelly then shared a few kisses, still lying naked on the bed. 
Then, Kelly thought of something she wanted to ask Sam.

   "Sam, you said your sperm knocked up my three friends.  Is Claire
pregnant now too?"

   "Her period didn't come this week," Sam replied.  "She's going to take a
home test, but I'm sure that pretty redhead is pregnant with my black baby.
When I fuck a fertile pussy the bitch gets pregnant, guaranteed.  Someday
I'll make your little belly swell up too!"

   "You'd love that, wouldn't you?!" Kelly said playfully.

   "Yes, I would," Sam said with a grin.  "You just stop taking those birth
control pills and I'll take care of the rest."

   After one more kiss, Kelly left Sam's place and started heading home. 
As she passed Claire's townhouse, Claire came running outside and yelled,
"Kelly, wait, I've got something to tell you!"

   Kelly smiled and hugged Claire, then she said, "Congratulations, Claire!
I hear that you're pregnant!"

   Claire was a little startled, and holding the EPT wand in her hand, she
said, "I just took the test.  How did you know?"

   "Oh, umm, well, Sam told me," Kelly answered.

   "You were talking to Sam about me?" Claire asked quizzically.

   "Yeah, we were talking about you," Kelly said, smiling widely, "after we
finished fucking!"

   "Oh my god!" Claire shouted.  "You finally did it!  You fucked Sam! 
Didn't you say `never, never, never'?!  It was amazing, wasn't it?!  Now
I've got two things to tell Heather and Monica!"

   The two women hugged again, then Kelly finished her stroll home.  Sorry

   Kelly put her purse down and pulled out her phone.  She noticed that
there was a missed call and a voicemail from her husband.  Seeing the time
of the call, Kelly figured Bill had called her at about the time that she
had Sam's cock in her mouth.

   Kelly listened to Bill's message on her phone.

   "Hi Kelly.  I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about the things I said
last night.  I should have apologized this morning, but I guess I was too
embarrassed.  You said you've been nothing but faithful to me, and I know
it's true, honey.  I was a jerk for doubting you.  I'll make it up to you
tonight.  I love you."

   Kelly was stunned and she sat down on a kitchen chair and started to
cry. Her emotions were running haywire.  First, she felt guilty for fucking
Sam, then she felt angry toward Bill for accusing her of cheating before
she actually had.  Then she wondered if she should tell Bill what she'd
done, and what she planned to do Friday night.  She decided to take a few
hits off her bong.

   Smoking the weed didn't help her think, but it made her care a lot less
about the mess she was in.  Finally, she drifted into a blasé mindset, and
rubbing her fingers against her crotch, she admitted to herself that she
needed to fuck Sam again.  Even with her partly cloudy brain, she came to
the realization that, aside from her marriage, getting that big black cock
back in her pussy was the most important thing in her world.

   Kelly waited for Bill to come home, playing out in her mind how she
could tell him that she'd fucked Sam and looked forward to doing it again.
At the usual hour, Bill came through the door holding a bouquet of roses in
his hand.

   "You shouldn't have," Kelly said, accepting the flowers from her
husband.

   "It's the least I could do for being such a jerk," Bill stated.  "Can
you ever forgive me?"

   "There's no need," Kelly said, trying hard to smile and thinking that
this would be even harder than she'd imagined.

   "Let's go upstairs and make love, right now!" Bill said, taking Kelly by
the hand and leading her up the steps to their bedroom.

   Bill thoughtfully helped Kelly undress before stripping off his own
clothes.  Kelly was glad that she had taken a shower so that the smell of
her sex with Sam would be washed away.  Still, she was a little concerned
that Sam's semen was still oozing out of her pussy six hours after he came
in her.

   They both climbed onto the bed and began kissing and caressing each
other.  Sam moved his face to Kelly's crotch and began to lick at her
pussy.

   "Wow, baby," Bill said softly, "You're already really wet."

   Kelly was afraid that Bill would figure out that most of the moisture
was Sam's cum, so she moaned loudly to distract him.  Kelly then worked her
way around to do a 69.  Practicing some of the skills that Sam had coached
her on, Kelly fondled Bill's nuts and kissed his hard dick before taking
all five inches into her mouth.  After just a couple of minutes, Bill
pulled himself off of Kelly's lips.

   "You're driving me crazy, honey," Bill said.  "Oral sex has never felt
so amazing.  I'll cum in your mouth if we don't stop."

   Bill then nudged Kelly onto her back for the usual missionary position.
He pushed his cock into Kelly, then had to double check to see if it was
in. Kelly's pussy was still stretched out from Sam.  Sensing that her
husband was lost in her gaping hole, Kelly moved her legs from outside
Bill's to inside so that she could squeeze Bill's cock with her thighs.

   Bill smiled and kissed Kelly as he began to successfully hump her. 
Kelly fantasized that she was fucking Sam again and it made it easier for
her to act enthusiastic about the intercourse.

   Before very long, Bill muttered, "I love you with all my heart!"

   Kelly responded with "I love you too, honey," knowing that Bill would be
cumming in a matter of seconds.

   "Oh, oh, oh, oh," Bill grunted as he emptied his balls.

   Bill and Kelly laid there, connected, trading kisses until Bill's dick
shrank and slipped out, even faster than usual.

   The husband and wife faced each other and held hands.

   "I'm sorry again that I doubted you," Bill almost whispered.  "I know
that you've always been honest with me."

   Kelly knew that the dreaded moment of truth had arrived.  She took a
deep breath and spoke.

   "When I told you last night that I had never fucked Sam it was the god's
honest truth."

   "I know, baby," Bill said reassuringly.  "You don't have to talk about
it anymore."

   "I think I do," Kelly said somberly.  "Because if I told you that now it
wouldn't be the truth."

   Bill looked puzzled as he stared into Kelly's eyes, and after several
moments, he asked, "What are you telling me?"

   Kelly thought to herself "here it comes" as she opened her mouth and
said, "I'm telling you that I fucked Sam.  Today."

   "You fucked him?  You did?  You fucked Sam today?" Sam asked loudly with
a look of total disbelief on his face.

   "Yes, I did," Kelly said distinctly.  "If you had apologized this
morning, maybe I wouldn't have, but I think now that you and everyone else
was right.  It was bound to happen, and it did."

   Bill laid there, speechless.  He and Kelly just stared at each other. 
They weren't holding hands anymore.

   Bill finally broke the silence and asked, "Did you like it?"

   "We're still being honest, now, right?" Kelly asked, waiting for Bill's
affirmative nod.  "Well, yes, I did like it.  I liked it a lot."

   "Was Sam that much better than me, as a lover I mean?" Bill asked
timidly.

   "No, no, sweetheart," Kelly reassured him, being slightly less than
honest.  "Sex with him was different.  He's bigger and stronger, and he's
black, and his cock is huge, but I don't love him.  I love you, honey, and
I love being your wife."

   "Did you like it because he's black or because his cock is huge?" Bill
asked.

   Kelly was a bit surprised that Bill seemed to be reacting with curiosity
and not animosity.  She was glad that he wanted to talk.

   "Both really," Kelly answered with a little chuckle.  "I've never even
touched a black man before, except for a handshake or something.  But
seeing and feeling his black skin against mine was - I don't know -
exciting maybe?  And his cock!  It's really dark and powerful - twice as
big as yours, honey.  I'd never seen, or felt, anything like it."

   "What did it feel like?" Bill asked.

   "It was unreal!  It looked amazing going into my pussy, and I didn't
think I'd be able to take it all.  But I did!  My pussy was totally full of
his cock and I felt every inch of it!  Then he really showed me what a big
cock is for!  He fucked me and fucked me!  All different ways!"

   Kelly cut herself off, thinking she was maybe saying too much.  Then she
noticed that Bill had his hand wrapped around his own cock and it was fully
erect.

   "Honey, look at you!" Kelly said, smiling.  "You're hard again!  I don't
think you've had two hard-ons in a row since our honeymoon!"

   "I guess it's just my weird way of reacting," Bill said with a smile. 
"But right now, I want to fuck you again really bad!" Bill's words were
music to Kelly's ears and she liked that he was using the "f" word!

   Kelly and Bill passionately French kissed for a minute, then Bill moved
on top of Kelly and pushed his cock into her.

   "I can't believe that I'm fucking the same pussy that fucked a black guy
today!" Bill said before he picked up the pace and started pounding Kelly's
cunt as hard as he could.  Kelly again brought her legs together so that
she and Bill could get the maximum effect.  Since he had cum just a
half-hour earlier, Bill was able to sustain himself much longer and the
couple fucked for several minutes before Bill started grunting and shooting
his semen.

   "That was the best ever!" Kelly panted, exaggerating just a bit.  After
they caught their breaths, Kelly and Bill laid together again, continuing
their conversation.

   "So, do you think you got it out of your system?" Bill asked, adding,
"the black-fucking, I mean."

   "No," Kelly said with a small smile.  "I think I got it into my system.
I really want to do it again.  I feel like I need to, honey."

   "I thought you might say that," Bill said.  "Do you know when you might
want to see Sam again?"

   "Friday night," Kelly answered without hesitation.  "Sam is planning to
take me dancing and then we'll go back to his place, to, you know..."

   Bill expanded on Kelly's reply, saying, "Yeah, I do know.  To fuck him,
even though you're married to me."

   Kelly reached out her hand to brush her husband's cheek, then nodded and
said sweetly but matter-of-factly, "Yes, honey, your wife is going to get
her nice, tight, white pussy fucked and fucked and fucked some more by
Sam's big, long, thick, black cock.  This Friday night.  I really hope you
can deal with it, sweetheart."

   Bill let out a big sigh, then chuckled and spoke.  "Well, I don't like
to dance, and we both know that you're no-doubt going to fuck him again no
matter what, so I guess I'll have to go along with it."

   Kelly grinned from ear to ear, leaned over and gave Bill a kiss on the
lips, and said, "I love you so much!"

   Kelly was on cloud nine, knowing that she now had a handsome black
boyfriend - a lover - with a big cock and a devoted husband who wouldn't
cramp her style!

   Girl Talk

   The next morning Bill and Kelly didn't talk about Sam or the new
developments in their relationship and they were very affectionate and
friendly toward each other, perhaps subconsciously trying to shore-up their
marriage and make their collective lives happier.  Kelly gave Bill an extra
kiss before he headed off to work.

   Closer to noon, Heather called and asked if she and Monica and Claire
could come over to talk about all the exciting news they had to share. 
Kelly happily invited the girls to her place.

   Heather brought a baggie of weed and a bottle of wine and told Kelly it
was just for them since Monica and Claire were both pregnant now.  Kelly
poured two glasses of wine and two of iced tea, then brought out her bong
and fired it up, taking a big hit of smoke before passing it to Heather.

   "So, Kelly, you have to give us all the juicy details about fucking
Sam," Monica said.  The other two ladies chimed in, saying they wanted the
scoop too.

   "Well, if anyone gets the credit, or the blame, it would have to be your
husbands," Kelly said.

   "Our husbands?!" the girls exclaimed almost in unison.

   "That's right!" Kelly said with a grin.  "When Bill went to the bar with
your husbands I don't know exactly what was said, but he came home totally
convinced that I was fucking Sam.  We had a big fight and I told him that
if he wants to believe I'm fucking Sam I might as well go ahead and do it.
I called Sam after Bill left for work and an hour later I was naked at his
place with his big black cock in my mouth!"

   Kelly took another hit off her bong, and after exhaling, she said, "You
girls were right though!  When he first kissed me I just about fainted. 
His lips are so soft!"

   "His lips are the only part of him that's soft," Claire quipped, causing
everyone to laugh.

   Kelly continued, "But fucking Sam is so fucking incredible!  If I had
known what I was missing I would have made it happen weeks ago!"

   They all shook their heads and smiled knowingly.

   "So, does Bill know yet?" Claire asked.

   "Yeah, he knows," Kelly replied.  "He was stunned at first, then he
started asking me all about it and he wound up getting horny as hell!"

   "My husband did the same thing!" Monica said.

   "Mine too!" Claire agreed, nodding affirmatively.

   "And now you're knocked up, Claire!" Kelly said, smiling as she changed
the subject.

   "Guilty!" Claire said with a laugh.  "My mom is all excited that I'm
pregnant but she doesn't know yet that my baby is black!"

   "I'm due in four months, and my mother is throwing a shower for me in a
few weeks, but I still haven't told her that her grandchild won't be
white," Monica chuckled.

   "Okay Kelly," Heather said, "Now you have to let Sam knock you up too so
we can have our own little black baby play group here in the neighborhood!"

   "Don't hold your breath!" Kelly said loudly.

   The other three women all laughed and reminded Kelly that she had denied
that she would ever fuck Sam, and now she was his black cock slut just like
the rest of them.

   "Kelly, you'll have your own baby bump soon enough!" Claire predicted.

   After more chit chat and laughs, the women went their separate ways. 
Kelly was feeling no pain but was sober, for the most part, by the time
Bill got home.

   Date night

   On Friday morning, Kelly and Bill went about their usual routine,
sipping coffee and sharing small talk.  There was no mention of Kelly's
planned date with Sam except for an indirect reference when Kelly mentioned
that she was going to have her nails done.  Also, Kelly reminded Bill that
she wasn't going to be fixing dinner.

   After Bill left, Kelly began to get a little anxious.  The other wives
had loaned her some clothes that they knew Sam would like.  She had told
them that the low cut top, short skirt, high heels, and big hoop earrings
would look awfully slutty and they assured her that that was the idea.  The
other girls also reminded her to wear extra makeup, but no perfume and no
underwear.

   When Bill got home, Kelly was wearing a bathrobe and greeted him with a
kiss, then asked him to meet her in the bathroom.  Kelly said that she had
shaved her legs and her pussy and she handed him her razor as she straddled
the tub, asking him to check her carefully to make sure she didn't miss any
stray hairs.

   "I couldn't handle my razor very well with these crazy long nails,"
Kelly said, showing Bill her hands with the inch-long, bright red, fake
nails attached.  "Everyone says black guys love these," Kelly said as she
wiggled her fingers in the air.

   "Honey," Bill said, "I'm starting to have some second thoughts about
this whole thing."

   "Well I'm not!!" Kelly snapped loudly.  Then she pasted a big smile on
her face and said, "I think we're both a little nervous about this, but
it's going to be fun, for both of us, or maybe I should say, all of us."

   "Okay," Bill said sheepishly.  "Well, it's after six so you better get
dressed.  I'll wait downstairs in case your loverboy gets here early."

   Shortly before 7 pm the doorbell rang.  Kelly was still upstairs so Bill
answered the door.

   "Hey Sam," Bill said, "Come on in.  Kelly's not ready.  She never is."

   "Thanks Bill," Sam said as they somewhat awkwardly shook hands.  "I've
got to tell you, you're a lucky man being married to a woman like Kelly. 
She's so beautiful and so sweet.  I really appreciate you sharing her with
me." Bill didn't know quite what to say, so he just smiled and nodded his
head, then pointed to the couch, signaling for Sam to sit.

   When Kelly descended the stairs, flashing a big smile with her glossy
red lips, both men stood up and stared at her.

   "Wow, honey," Bill said, taken aback, "you look so different, but nice.
Really nice." Bill couldn't think of a polite way of saying "you look like
an unbelievably hot little slut!"

   Sam smiled widely and said, "Kelly, you look amazing!"

   Kelly looked at both men and walked over to Sam, as she had rehearsed in
her mind all day.  She placed both of her manicured hands on Sam's big arms
and tilted her face up toward his, giving him a three-second kiss on the
lips, right in front of Bill.

   Feeling compelled to say something, Bill smiled and said, "This is going
to take some getting used to, but you two do make an incredible couple."
Bill could feel himself becoming aroused at the sight of his wife touching
and kissing a black man.  He had envisioned it in his head, but it was so
different, and so erotic, seeing it in real life.

   Kelly stepped over to Bill and gave him a peck on the lips and whispered
"I love you".  Then, just for the fun of it, she took one step backward and
lifted the front of her miniskirt, flashing her naked pussy for Bill to
see.

   "Well, we better be going," Sam said, still standing.

   "Okay, I'm ready," Kelly said, "Don't wait up for me, honey."

   Sam then put his arm around Kelly's waist and led her out the door. 
Neither one looked back at Bill.

   Bill wanted to look out the window to see his wife being driven away on
her first date since they were married, but he didn't want to be seen
staring, so he didn't look.  Bill slipped his hand into his shorts and felt
his stiff penis, then chastised himself for getting turned on seeing his
wife kissing a black man and heading off with him to get herself fucked.

   Bill went to his computer, dropped his shorts on the floor, and sat
bare-ass naked at the keyboard as he explored interracial sex websites.  He
had discovered the interracial sites after he talked with the other guys at
the bar.  He now took some solace in knowing that hundreds, maybe
thousands, of women were "hot wives" who fucked black men with their
husbands' consent.

   As Sam walked Kelly to his BMW she smiled, thinking that some of the
neighbors might be watching.  She felt naughty, hoping that they were! 
When they got to his car, Sam opened the passenger door for Kelly,
something that Bill never did.

   Sam drove faster than Bill, Kelly noticed, and at every stop light, he
leaned over to her and they kissed.  She felt like a teenager again.

   "What nightclub are we going to, Sam?" Kelly asked.

   "It's a nice big place in my old neighborhood, Sam answered.  "I'm sure
you've never been there, white girl!  But first, I want to stop off and get
you a little something."

   "Okay," Kelly chuckled.  "I like surprises."

   Sam turned into the shopping center across from the post office and
parked outside the tattoo parlor.

   "I've been here before," Kelly said.  "Don't tell me you're getting me a
tattoo!"

   "Yeah baby," Sam said, "something special."

   Sam and Kelly walked into the tattoo parlor, holding hands, and Zeke the
tattoo artist said "Hey Sam, good to see you again!  And it's Kelly, right?
I did your shoulder a couple weeks ago.  You ready to get your Queen of
Spades now?"

   Sam answered, saying, "Yeah, she's going to get one just like my other
ladies."

   It occurred to Kelly that Sam was awfully presumptuous, deciding that
she would be tattooed as he wished, but she didn't really mind and actually
felt pretty special at that moment.

   Sam then told Zeke, "Put it on her left tit, low enough where it can be
covered up but high enough where it shows in a bikini or a low cut dress.
We want everyone at the pool or the nightclub to know that this cute little
blondie is a slut for black cock!"

   The three of them laughed and Kelly shivered, thrilled at the idea that
Sam was permanently marking her just for him.

   Kelly wasn't wearing a bra, so when she slipped her top off she had to
expose both of her breasts.  After complimenting Sam on Kelly's gorgeous
boobs, Zeke went right to work on Kelly with his tattoo gun, and before
long, he announced they were all done and he handed Kelly a mirror.

   "Oh wow!" Kelly smiled, examining the vivid, black Queen of Spades
tattoo on her boob, "I really look hot now!  I love it.  Thank you, Sam!"
She turned toward Sam and gave him a kiss.

   "It looks beautiful on you, baby," Sam said with a big smile.

   "Is there anything else I can do for you?" Zeke asked Sam.

   "Not tonight, but I think Kelly's white skin could use a lot more
color," Sam said as they both perused Kelly while she put her top back on.
"Why don't you do her other shoulder, same as the left one, and between her
shoulder blades, write `Never Go Back' in fancy lettering.  Then, give her
a full sleeve on the left side."

   "You want to tattoo my whole arm?!" Kelly asked, a little bit shocked.

   "Just the left one," Sam said, running his fingers up and down her arm.
"We'll leave your right arm pure white."

   "Well, I guess I'm gonna be all tatted up!" Kelly said, grinning.

   Zeke said, "Sounds good, Sam," then he told Kelly, "It's going to take a
while to do all that ink, so just come by whenever you have a couple of
hours and we'll do a little bit each time.

   Sam reached into his pocket and peeled off several large bills after
Zeke quoted him a price.

   When she left the shop with Sam, Kelly made sure that her top was
positioned so that her new spade tattoo would be visible to anyone sneaking
a peak at her chest.

   Sam and Kelly then drove to a nightclub that Kelly never knew existed,
mainly because it was in a predominantly black neighborhood and catered to
a black clientele.  Sam parked his car and they kissed again.  For a brief
moment, it occurred to Kelly that she was a married woman, and at that
instant, Kelly realized she was wearing her wedding and engagement rings.
Holding her left hand up in front of Sam, Kelly said, "Oh my god, Sam,
should I take my rings off?"

   Sam laughed and said, "No baby, don't ever take your rings off.  I want
people to know that you're a married white woman who's dating this single
black man.  Just like that new tattoo on your tit, it tells everybody that
you're a hot wife, and that you, my dear, have gone black."

   Kelly shivered and smiled and kissed Sam again.  She reveled in the
thought that she was now a "hot wife who's gone black" as Sam had
described. Kelly felt both nervous and excited as Sam put his arm around
her and walked her into the loud and dimly lit lounge.  After her eyes
adjusted to the lighting, Kelly could see that everyone inside, except for
her, was black.  She was thrilled, having never been in such a position or
such a place.  Sam seemed to know everyone, greeting everybody with a
fist-bumping, finger-twisting handshake and a half-hug.  Every one of the
guys that Sam greeted smiled at Kelly and showered her with compliments
about how good looking she was.  She loved it, and she couldn't help but
blush and grin every time Sam told one of his buddies that she was his new
girlfriend!

   Sam led Kelly to a table near the back wall and he ordered drinks. 
Kelly requested a rum and coke, the only cocktail that she had ever cared
for.  Then Sam led her to the dance floor.  Kelly had never listened to rap
music or urban hip hop, but she started moving to the pounding bass and
took an instant liking to it.  Several times, Kelly felt a hand patting her
ass and Sam didn't seem to mind, except for one time when a guy slipped his
hand under her skirt and squeezed her bare butt cheek.  Sam sternly told
the brother "no more" and the interloper immediately moved away.  When they
returned to their table, Sam and Kelly ordered more drinks and kissed
passionately.  Under the table, Sam eased his hand under the front of
Kelly's skirt and fingered her pussy, finding that it was warm and sopping
wet.  Kelly smiled and moaned quietly.

   Sam and Kelly spent nearly three hours at the club, dancing, kissing,
drinking, and naughtily touching each other's private parts.  Sam asked
Kelly if she was ready to go and she responded with "whenever you are." In
actuality, Kelly was feeling very horny and could hardly wait to crawl into
Sam's bed and get herself fucked!

   They arrived back at Sam's townhouse and immediately headed up the
stairs.  Kelly began stripping off her clothes on the way up the steps and
was naked when they reached the bedroom.

   Kelly plopped herself on the bed, lying on her back with her arms and
legs spread wide apart, and a smile on her face.  As Sam casually undressed
he gazed at Kelly and said, "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you!"

   "Promises, promises," Kelly chuckled, "I've never wanted to get fucked
more than I do right now!"

   The two lovers then embraced each other on the sheets and engaged in a
bevy of foreplay, licking, sucking and kissing before Sam moved in between
Kelly's leg and worked his big black cock into her well-lubricated pussy.
They fucked in a half-dozen different positons, with Sam on top, Kelly on
top, side-by-side, sitting up, and doggie-style.

   Kelly must have experienced a dozen orgasms before Sam finally had his,
shoving his cock deep into Kelly before shooting his huge load of cum into
her.

   The couple laid together, panting and gently touched each other.  Kelly
reached between her legs and slipped three fingers into her pussy, then
brought them up into view, dripping with Sam's slimy goo.

   "That's another gallon of cum that you've pumped into my belly," she
chuckled.

   "Yeah," Sam said, chuckling himself, "But it's all going to waste as
long as you're on the pill."

   Kelly just smiled as she looked at her cum-covered hand and thought
about all the millions of microscopic black sperm she was holding.  She
marveled at the thought that just one drop would be enough to fertilize her
egg and plant a black baby in her womb.  But, the little pill she took
every day prevented that.

   Still lying on the bed, Sam reached over to his night stand and picked
up a blunt and a lighter.  He lit the marijuana-laced cigar, took a deep
drag, then held it to Kelly's lips.  She smiled and took a deep drag
herself, then exhaled, blowing the potent smoke toward the ceiling.  They
smoked for several minutes, then as the intoxicating effects began to sweep
over them, they started making out and were soon fucking every-which-way
once again.

   By the time that Kelly and Sam finished their fuck-fest it was after 4
a.m.  Kelly opted to just spend the rest of the night in Sam's bed,
snuggling in his arms.  When Bill awoke at about 8 o'clock Saturday morning
he was surprised to see that Kelly was not home.  He became worried and
called her cell.  Kelly answered with a groggy hello.  She told Bill that
they got in late and said she didn't want to wake him, so she stayed at
Sam's, sleeping with him in his bed.

   "Are you coming home now?" Bill asked.

   "Uh, yeah, in an hour or so," Kelly mumbled, still half asleep.

   "Now that you're awake, why don't you just come home now?"

   Kelly wasn't really in the mood for a lot of discussion, so she told
Bill, "My phone ringing just woke Sam too, and now he's starting to suck on
my tit, so I'm guessing that he wants to want to fuck me again.  (Kelly
whispered something inaudible and giggled).  We'll just fuck one more time,
then I'll be home and I'll spend the rest of the weekend with you.  Okay
honey?"

   Bill said okay and Kelly hung up.

   Wednesday afternoon

   It was about 4 o'clock on Wednesday afternoon when Kelly heard her phone
ring.  She smiled as she saw on the caller ID that Sam was calling.

   "Hello, Sam," Kelly answered seductively, "How is my handsome black
boyfriend doing today?"

   "I'm good, baby," Sam said, "Except that my cleaning lady is here and
she's running the vacuum all over the place.  I need to get out of here for
a while and I wondered if you're busy right now."

   Kelly responded, "No, I'm not busy.  You know I'd love to have you come
over here, but Bill is going to be home in a couple of hours, or maybe
sooner.

   "You worried about him catching us in the act?" Sam asked with a
chuckle.

   "Well, it would be a little awkward, you know," Kelly said.

   "So what?  Who cares?" Sam said bluntly.  "You kissed me in front of him
the other night, and he knows we're fucking each other, so what's the
difference?  Do you want me to fuck you now or not?  I could call
Heather..."

   "Yes, yes!" Kelly desperately responded.  "Of course I want you to fuck
me!  Why don't you come right over and I'll prove it."

   "I'll see you in five minutes," Sam stated as he ended the call.

   Kelly understood Sam's logic.  It really wouldn't be much of a surprise
for Bill to actually see her fucking Sam, but she still hoped that maybe
Bill would be running late so she could avoid the situation, this time at
least.  Kelly thought that if she stripped off her clothes it would
expedite their sex a little, so when Sam arrived at her door she greeted
him stark naked.

   "Oh baby," Sam said, grinning widely, "I like the way you're dressed!"

   As they kissed in the living room, Sam's big hands fondled Kelly's
luscious bare breasts.

   "That Queen of Spades looks really, really nice on your tit," Sam said
softly.

   "I know," Kelly giggled.  "I keep looking at it in the bathroom mirror!
I totally love it, and I love what it stands for, but Bill doesn't care for
it too much.  I told him to get used to it, and I let him know that you're
going to get me tattooed all over."

   Sam then pulled a baggie of marijuana out of his shorts pocket and said,
"I brought you some weed.  Why don't we smoke some now?"

   "I'd love to," Kelly replied with an evil grin.  "I really like getting
fucked while I'm high!

   In the back of her mind, though, Kelly was actually a little
apprehensive, thinking there would be no way they could hit her bong and
then finish their fucking before Bill's arrival.

   Kelly brought her bong over to the coffee table in front of the couch
and Sam joined her there.  As she loaded some weed in the bowl and fumbled
with her lighter Sam was running his hands all over her naked body, causing
her to wiggle and giggle.

   "Sam," Kelly admonished him, "Control yourself and let me take a hit!"
Again, Sam was in no hurry but Kelly was anxious to get buzzed and get
fucked before Bill got home.  Glancing at the clock she could see it was
almost 4:30 already.  Finally, Kelly was able to flick her lighter and
inhale a big cloud of smoke, which she playfully exhaled in Sam's
direction. Sam did the same after he took his first hit.  After they had
passed the bong back and forth four more times, Kelly put it down and
attacked Sam's mouth with hers.  Sam reciprocated and began to fondle her
boobs and skillfully rub her pussy.

   Sam then abruptly picked up Kelly and tossed her over his shoulder,
holding her with one arm, her bare ass in the air and her face pointing
toward the floor with her long hair falling in her eyes.  She laughed and
screamed "put me down!" as Sam carried her up the stairs like a big sack of
potatoes.

   Entering the master bedroom, Sam gently dropped Kelly on the bed.  She
laughed as she bounced on the mattress.  Sam then pulled off his shorts,
freeing his hardening penis, and he lowered himself onto his blonde
sex-mate.  Kelly was already feeling the effects of the pot they had
smoked. Time began to stand still and she was no longer able, nor did she
care to, think about how many minutes would elapse before her husband
arrived.  The drug heightened her sensitivity and she could feel every inch
of Sam's black skin as it rubbed against her pale body.  Kelly nudged Sam
to roll over and she moved around to take his cock between her lips.  She
was able to take most of it into her mouth and down her throat and Sam
began to moan and whisper "Oh, yeah, baby, suck my cock." After some time,
Sam eased Kelly's head away from his cock.  She went to his face and they
kissed deeply, Kelly supposing that she was giving her lover a taste of
himself.  Still on his back, Sam then began shifting himself on the sheets
to bring his cock in contact with Kelly's pussy.  Kelly gasped as she felt
the first few inches of Sam entering her.  She was sopping wet and was able
to completely work his cock into herself with no great effort.  Kelly
propped her hands, still adorned with long red nails, on Sam's chest and
began to raise and lower herself, slowly at first, then faster, achieving
her first orgasm fairly quickly.

   Sam then lifted Kelly off of him and they moved into the doggie-style
position.  Sam easily shoved his cock into Kelly's pussy, which was
well-stretched at that point.

   After mounting Kelly from behind, Sam went deliberately slowly, drawing
his cock out an inch at a time, then pushing it back in, all the way in, at
the same pace.  Every time Sam pushed in, Kelly grunted out a "nnhhh"
sound. She was in ecstasy and uttered the noise every few seconds.

   nnhhh, nnhhh, nnhhh, nnhhh ...

   "Oh, hey Bill," Sam suddenly muttered, having spotted Kelly's husband
standing just outside the bedroom door, watching them fuck.

   Kelly was startled and tried to pull away from Sam, but Sam didn't let
her, holding her hips tightly with his hands and keeping his cock well
imbedded in her body.  Sam continued his rhythmic fucking motion while
Kelly tried to assuage Bill.

   "Bill, honey" Kelly said as she twisted her head to see him, still on
the bed on her hands and knees, "we lost track of - nnhhh - time.  I
thought we'd be - nnhhh - done before you got - nnhhh - home.  We'll be -
nnhhh - finished soon - nnhhh - Oh, fuck - nnhhh."

   "Come on in and watch if you like," Sam suggested to Bill.  "It's your
bedroom, too.

   Kelly tried to speak again, "Bill, you can - nnhhh - take your pants off
- nnhhh - if you want to - nnhhh - and sit in the - nnhhh - chair by the
bed - oh shit!- nnhhh - I'm gonna fucking cum!  - nnhhh" - I'm fucking
cumming!  - Oooooh, Ooooh, Oohhh!

   Bill kicked off his shoes and dropped his trousers on the floor, then
sat in the bedside chair.  From that angle he could see Kelly's face and
most of her naked body.  Her tits swung like pendulums in time with Sam's
thrusts.  Bill could glimpse Sam's dark and massive cock as it slid in and
out of his wife's pussy.  Bill saw and heard from three feet away the
ecstatic groans that his wife continued to emit after her orgasm.  Without
even thinking, Bill slipped his hand into his underwear, eased out his own
nominal-sized, rock-hard cock, and began to slowly stroke it as he watched
Kelly fuck.

   "Kelly," Sam said with some effort, "Tell Bill how much you like my
black cock."

   "Oh Bill," Kelly moaned, making eye contact with her husband, "I fucking
love Sam's big black cock - nnhhh - I love it!  - nnhhh - nnhhh - it feels
so - nnhhh - fucking good!  - nnhhh - he fucks me so good -nnhhh.

   "Kelly," Sam said again, "Are you ever going to stop fucking my black
cock?"

   Kelly shouted, "Oh, fuck no!  - nnhhh - No fucking way - nnhhh - my
pussy was made - nnhhh - for a big black cock!  - nnhhh - Bill, sweetheart
- nnhhh - ¬I'm a black cock slut now!

   Bill had gone from stroking his dick to shamelessly jacking off in front
of his rutting wife and her lover.

   "Kelly," Sam said, "I'm getting ready.  Tell Bill where you want me to
cum."

   "Oh, fuck!  - nnhhh - I want you to cum - nnhhh - in my pussy.  Bill, I
love it - nnhhh - when Sam cums in my - nnhhh - fucking pussy.  His big
black cock - nnhhh - just explodes and it's like he - nnhhh - it's like he
blasts my belly with cum - nnhhh - on the inside.  - nnhhh - When he cums -
nnhhh - it makes me cum too - nnhhh - I fucking love it so much!  - nnhhh
Sam tensed up and tightened his grip on Kelly's hips, pulling her close as
he thrust his cock forward, as deep into her as he could go.

   Sam growled and grunted "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!" as he blew his load into
Kelly.

   Sure enough, Kelly came too, squealing "Oooooh, Ooooh, Oohhh!"

   After a few moments, Kelly collapsed onto her elbows but stayed on her
knees with Sam's cock still deep in her pussy.  She looked at Bill's face
and smiled.

   "Bill, honey," Kelly told her husband, "this is why I told you that I
need to fuck Sam.  It's so fucking mind-blowing every time!"

   Then Kelly noticed that Bill's hand was still wrapped around his own
cock, and it was smeared with cum running down from his cock head.

   "You came too, sweetheart!" Kelly exclaimed.  "We all came together!  I
was so worried about you catching us in the act, but you really got off on
it!  You liked seeing your wife getting fucked by her big black lover,
didn't you?"

   Bill smiled at Kelly and said, "It was pretty awesome, watching you take
that big black cock.  Maybe sometime I could use my camera and shoot some
video of you two, and then we could watch it later."

   "I love that idea, honey," Kelly said.  "We'll do that real soon.  This
week, I hope."

   As Kelly and Sam gradually disengaged, Bill went to the bathroom to grab
a box of Kleenex so they could all clean up.

   Kelly was totally elated, not just because she had been so well-fucked,
and not just because she was still pretty high, but also because she knew
that she would never have to worry about fucking Sam in front of Bill.  She
could fuck Sam any time, any place.  It was clearly a sight that her
husband wanted to see.

   Mission accomplished

   Kelly continued to fuck Sam several times a week, sometimes at his
place, sometimes at hers, and occasionally at other locations, like a hot
tub party at Sam's friends' house, and at Heather's home where Kelly
experienced her first menage a trois.

   As someone who had never been knocked up herself, Kelly closely observed
the pregnancies of her friends.  In time, Monica was well into her third
trimester and her baby belly had become remarkably large.  Claire had also
progressed to become very visibly pregnant with a melon-sized bulge on her
tummy.  Kelly was feeling a tad envious, knowing that her three friends
shared a special bond with Sam.  For each of them, he was their baby daddy.
Maybe it was jealously, or maybe it was the primal instinct of females who
want to be bred by the biggest, strongest bull in the herd, but Kelly came
to accept her internal urge to allow Sam to breed her.  She amused herself
when she recalled how Claire had said "Kelly, you'll have a baby bump of
your own soon enough".  It was time, Kelly decided.

   Standing in front of her bathroom mirror, studying her own image, Kelly
popped her next birth control pill out of the dispenser pack, and after
pausing just a moment, she dropped the pill down the sink drain.  Then she
flashed herself a big smile.

   For the next few days, Kelly continued to discard her pills one at a
time.  She knew her cycle very well and knew when she would be ovulating.
She had told her husband that she had a yeast infection, which sufficiently
revolted him and kept him away.  When she was confident that she was at her
most fertile point, she made her move.

   Kelly texted Sam, telling him she had a surprise for him and wanted to
fuck him that night.  Sam was quite agreeable and invited her over at 8 pm.
Kelly then told Bill that her infection was under control and that she was
going over to Sam's place for a couple of hours.  Bill knew that his wife
would be fucking her black lover, but he was alright with it.

   Sam welcomed Kelly at his place and warmly embraced and kissed her. 
Kelly had arrived wearing a lightweight overcoat.  She removed it to reveal
a shear black teddy.  No panties, of course.  Sam began to run his hands
all over her body and asked Kelly if her sexy little nightgown was the
surprise she promised.  She smiled and shook her heard "no." They sat on
the couch and kissed and caressed each other for a half-hour before Sam
suggested they go to the bedroom.

   Once in the bedroom, Kelly guided Sam to sit on the edge of the mattress
and she pulled his shorts down, uncovering his 10-inch black cock.  Kelly
took the cock in her hand and said, "I love your big cock, Sam, and I think
I'm going to love it more than ever tonight."

   Then, employing the cocksucking skills that she had honing, Kelly moved
her mouth to Sam's cock and licked, kissed and swallowed it, causing Sam to
smile and moan with pleasure.  After some time, Kelly released the cock
from her lip-lock and moved her face up to kiss Sam's lips again.  Sam was
fully erect and aroused at that point.

   "Do you want to know what your surprise is, Sam, sweetheart?" Kelly
asked as sweetly as she could.

   "Yeah, baby," Sam replied quietly, "you're driving me nuts.  What's my
surprise?"

   Kelly pulled off her teddy, leaving herself totally naked, and sat
herself on Sam's lap, wrapping both arms around his neck and holding her
face just a few inches away from his.

   "Sam, honey, I stopped taking my pill.  I'm not on any birth control now
and I'm ovulating.  My egg is all ready for you.  It's just waiting to meet
your sperm.  I want you to fuck me and make me pregnant!"

   "Oh Kelly!" Sam exclaimed, grinning ear to ear, "that's the best
surprise you could ever give me!  There's no better gift that a woman can
give her man than to let herself get knocked up!"

   Sam repositioned Kelly on his lap and whispered to her, "I want you to
slide my cock into your pussy, then I'll put a black baby in your belly."

   Kelly smiled and nodded, then reached down and took Sam's cock in her
hand and pushed it into herself, drawing it into her hungry pussy.  With a
couple of shoves, and nudging her ass just a bit, it was in.  Sam
passionately kissed her lips and the two lovers began to fuck with a
purpose.

   After several minutes, and two orgasms for Kelly, Sam took hold of
Kelly's ass and rolled over with her on the bed, stopping when she was on
her back.  He then hooked his arms under her legs and held them high in the
air.

   "I want to get every ounce of my cum as deep into you as we can." Sam
then started to fuck Kelly hard, moving his cock in and out fully and
forcefully.

   "Tell me again what you want, Kelly," Sam grunted.

   "I want your baby!" Kelly moaned.  "I want you to make me your pregnant
black cock slut!  I want you to be my black baby daddy!  I want you to cum
inside me as much as you can!  Come on, honey, knock me up with your black
baby!"

   Kelly's words excited Sam and he began to fuck her faster and harder. 
After a couple of minutes, he said, "Here is comes.  You're my black baby
momma now!  Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh!" As he shot blast after blast of his
sperm-laden baby batter into Kelly, Sam shoved his cock in as far as
humanly possible.

   After he came, Sam remained still, continuing to hold Kelly's legs
straight up in the air with his softening cock deep in her pussy.

   "I want all my cum to flow into your cervix!" Sam told Kelly.

   After a few minutes, Sam released his hold on Kelly and moved his face
closer to hers to tenderly kiss her lips.

   "Well baby," Sam smiled, "you should be pregnant any minute now!  Just
to make sure you get knocked up good, I'm going to fuck you twice a day
this week!"

   "Holy shit!" Kelly exclaimed, smiling, "If I had known that I would have
let you to breed me a long time ago!  But, now that I'm pregnant -
probably, hopefully - are you still going to want me when my skinny little
belly starts to get big and round and my boobs start to swell and sag with
milk?"

   "Kelly, there's nothing more beautiful than a good looking white woman
all big and pregnant with a black baby, especially when it's my black
baby!" Sam said with a chuckle.

   Then Sam decided to get cute, smiling as he said to Kelly, "Now that
you're knocked up do you know what that makes me?"

   "No Sam," Kelly chuckled, playing along and waiting for the punch line.
"Now that I'm pregnant what does that make you?"

   "A motherfucker!" Sam bellowed as they both laughed out loud and hugged
each other.

   Sam got a little more serious and instructed Kelly, "Now, make sure that
you don't fuck Bill this week.  I don't want to take a chance on letting
any of his wimpy white sperm get in the way!"

   "Don't worry baby," Kelly promised, "Only your sperm will get into this
pussy this week!  Bill likes me to jack him off while we watch his videos
of you and me fucking.  I'll keep him satisfied with that for a few days."

   After a few more minutes of cuddling, Kelly got up from the bed and
slipped on her teddy and her overcoat before kissing Sam goodnight and
walking back to her townhouse, three doors down.

   "How did it go?" Bill asked from his seat on the couch as Kelly entered
their home.

   "Oh, just great!" Kelly gushed as she approached her husband to give him
a little kiss.  "Really, it might have been the best ever!"

   "Can you and me make love now?" Bill asked, putting his arms around
Kelly.

   Kelly made a suggestion.  "Why don't you play one of your videos on for
us?  You can lick up the cum that's oozing out of my pussy, if you want to,
and I'll give you the best blow job you've ever had.  I'd really love to
have you cum in my mouth tonight!"

   Bill liked the idea and Kelly wound up swallowing her husband's sperm
down her throat and into her stomach instead of allowing it anywhere near
her fertile pussy.

   Sam fucked Kelly twice a day, as promised, and Kelly put Bill off for a
week.  When the time approached for her period to start, Kelly noticed that
she didn't feel any of the usual menstrual cramps.  Her period didn't come
on the day she was due, or the next day, or the day after that.  Kelly
bought a home pregnancy test at the drug store.  Her hands were trembling
as she opened the box and took the test.  A few minutes later she had the
results.  She was pregnant!

   Kelly got together with Heather, Monica and Claire to give them the
news. They were all elated and laughed and hugged each other.  Kelly swore
them all to secrecy, saying she hadn't told Bill and didn't intend to until
she started showing.

   Kelly continued her very active sex life with both Sam and Bill.  Bill
eventually noticed that Kelly had quit smoking, and he became a little
suspicious as to why she would give up her weed.  Then, a few weeks later,
after they had fucked, Bill detected the first hint of a baby bump on
Kelly's always taut belly.

   "Honey," Bill said quietly as he lightly ran his hand over her little
hump, "are you sure you're not pregnant?"

   Kelly smiled widely and said, "Sweetheart, actually, I'm sure that I am!
We're going to have a baby!  All three of us!"

   Bill was stunned, but not surprised.

   The end of the beginning

   So, that's the back story about how Kelly, the sweet young wife, came to
be sharing her marital bed and her body with the black man from down the
street.  Returning to the present day, Kelly and Sam had reached their
collective climax.

   Kelly screamed like a banshee and Sam roared like a lion as he unleashed
his usual torrent of ejaculate deep into Kelly's vagina.  As he dressed
after his shower, Bill watched Sam help his pregnant wife off their bed,
pausing long enough to gently rub her bulbous bare belly, the one that
nurtured his growing black baby.

   The interracial couple didn't have time to dawdle since they had to grab
a quick shower, together, too.  Kelly and Bill, and Sam, were all invited
to a housewarming party for an adorable, and somewhat naïve,
third-generation Asian-American with long, silky, black hair and flawless
pale skin.  She and her Anglo husband had just moved into the townhouse
complex a few weeks earlier.  Kelly and the new girl had already become
good friends and Kelly had introduced her to Heather, Monica and Claire,
who all agreed that, yes, she should fit right in!