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 Fertility rights

   My wife Kerry was five-five and while not a model she had a very pretty
face and a nice, if slight, body.  We were middle class living in a good
house in the south East of England.  In fact if I'm truly honest we had a
very good lifestyle and were very lucky with both family and friends.

   So to the reason I've sent this to be published: after six years of
`trying' for a baby we decided to seek help and that was when Kerry
discovered that she had problems with my sperm so conception would be a
problem for us.

   Now I'm not going to pretend that what happened was either my idea or
even with my real approval but after discussing IVF and deciding it was
both too painful and expensive we then talked about donor, eggs, sperm and
even adoption but Kerry was definite about the baby being hers.

   It wasn't until several months later that she suggested we try a
surrogate father and after a bit of confusion when I thought she meant
donor sperm or an IVF cycle even after we'd discounted it, she told me she
meant she wanted it conceived in a natural way.  Then after a rather
strained conversation she admitted that she wanted to try getting pregnant
by having sex with another man.

   I'm no pussy and I went mental and we had the biggest row of our life
and Kerry was so upset she could barely say anything other than sorry for
the next day or so.  However that didn't stop her asking it again a few
weeks later, in a rather more subtle way this time although once again she
backed off after my curt reaction.

   Anyway the topic was brought up by Kerry yet again after she found out
she was again having a period following a month when we tried to do
everything right; fitness, diet and even timing our lovemaking so we
covered the most fertile time of the month.  This time I was less abrupt so
she decided to continue with her pitch.

   She explained that if we made love just as we were doing but she
`supplemented' (her term) my sperm with another mans a couple of times then
the volume might well do the trick as the doctors had suggested.

   I of course wasn't happy about this on many levels, firstly there was
the child; who would not be mine, secondly there was the complication of
finding another compatible (me look-alike) man and thirdly, the big one,
her having sex with someone else.

   Kerry suggested that if we adopted then neither of us would be the
biological parent so this was better and that we'd both vowed if we did
eventually adopt we'd love the child as our own so what was the difference.
She also added that by us making love at the same time the baby might well
be mine and we would put me down as the father anyway, unless we couldn't
because of conflicting blood type or something.

   She then added that she wanted to choose the man she was with, probably
on-line but she would have to think it over carefully.  Whatever he would
be a stranger and she would make sure he didn't know her at all so it
really would be just a brief encounter.

   Finally she then admitted there was nothing she could do for my jealousy
except to say she loved me and would always love me and if I could love her
after, then we would still be happy but with a much sort after baby to love
as well.  I really wasn't keen, so it drifted for another month but after
yet one more tear-filled evening when she began her next month's period I
caved in and said OK.

   I suppose I thought Kerry would take some time to decide herself what
she was going to do but after lots of hugs and thank-you's she went at it
full tilt.  The following night she said she'd been thinking about the best
way forward and she felt we should book a weekend away the following month
and then she would find a partner the nights we were there while we could
do our thing the rest of the time.

   Like I said Kerry wasn't a babe but more Peaches and Cream pretty,
however for that weekend she bought new clothes for the evenings and it was
funny but once organised we were both as horny as hell although I was still
not really sure I would actually let her do it.

   We chose Manchester as our destination being a long way away and
somewhere we didn't believe we would run into anyone we knew.  There was
also an added advantage that Kerry worked with a girl who'd moved from the
city less than a year before and happily chatted to her about all the great
nightspots she knew.

   Once there Kerry sat me down and told me in a very forceful voice (as
forceful as she could be anyway!) that there was no going back and she was
going to go ahead with the `task in hand' (another of her expressions).  I
must admit I smiled at this and after unpacking we had a very late lunch
then went around the city for a while before returning to the room where we
made love for an hour.

   After that Kerry went for a hair appointment while I went for a swim.  I
wasn't actually going to go into the club she'd chosen because she felt
that she couldn't be with anyone else while I was there.  However I was
going to stay nearby until either she came out alone or I got a text to say
she needed our room and I had to occupy myself for an hour or two.

   She was in the bathroom when I returned so when she came out after
getting ready I was blown away: Kerry wore a short tight black dress, sheer
hold-ups, well applied makeup, with ruby lips and she'd had a `perm' that
made her look like a different and very sexy, woman.  All I could say was
`wow' as she did a twirl obviously delighted with her look.

   After that we went to the bar and had a few drinks for courage then went
into the city centre.  We found a bar that was open until late only a few
doors from the club and there we stayed for a couple of hours longer
chatting nervously waiting for it to open.

   Finally Kerry gave my arm a squeeze and told me to keep an ear out for
the phone then she left me.  I watched her go looking more sexy than I'd
ever seen her and I knew that if she wanted she would be able to pick up
anyone tonight.

   I was still sober when she left (and she was a bit tipsy) but after a
few more I was getting a little drunk and that was when I decided to go in
to the club anyway.  I had some strange idea I'd be able to find her and
watch her in action but there was part of me that also wanted to stop her
so I half hoped she'd see me and call the whole thing off.

   Anyway I went to the door and was turned away as they said I didn't fit
the dress code although it was more to do with me being alone.  So
reluctantly I hung about the pub again for a while then as chance would
have it two clearly well oiled girls wobbled up towards the doors chatting
about going to the club in question and on the spur of the moment I rushed
after them and asked if I could go in with them.

   At first they told me to piss off but when I shrugged and walked away
one of the called after me and said ok.  They introduced themselves as
Candy and Em and I told them my name was Bobby even though no one ever
calls me that not even my mother.  The men at the door let us straight in
only Em said I had to buy them drinks as a thank you.  I did and we got
chatting as I scanned the room looking for Kerry which given I was now a
little drunk wasn't that easy in the half-light.

   Em then dragged me to the dance floor and we had a bop for a while then
returned to find her friend was back on the floor with another guy.  Now
it's really strange but not for one minute did I try to pick her up and
maybe that's why she actually decided I was worth getting to know as she
thought I was playing it really cool.

   There was no sign of Kerry at all but before long Em was making it clear
that she wanted to be with me for the night and slowly I warmed to the idea
that maybe both Kerry and I could have fun that evening, something I'd
never considered.

   Now I won't bore you with the details but after another hour we were
necking and finally she suggested we go.  Her friend was simply left as we
headed back to her apartment which they shared.  Once inside Em was really
aggressive and we were stripped down in moments.  We went to her bed and we
had sex, hard fast and without any pauses until I'd cum and flopped on her

   She made it clear she wasn't finished so I took a bathroom break then
after we kissed for a while and she worked on me until I became hard again
and we made love.  This time around I lasted a very long time (it was my
third sexual activity in twelve hours) and with a great boost to my ego Em
climaxed very noisily twice.  Once we'd finally finished she held me tight
and whispered that I was great and she had never had better sex.

   Of course I was flattered (especially as I was drunk) but knew given the
ease at which I'd picked her up that she was very far from being a virgin
and probably said that to all her lovers.  Anyway I slept for a while then
woke with a jolt remembering Kerry.

   After dressing I went to stumble out to order a taxi only Em was
standing at the front door, naked and with a sad expression on her face.  I
made some lame excuses but she cut me off and pointing at my finger said
she knew I was married and needed to go back to the `little woman' but
pleaded with me to give her my mobile number which I reluctantly did as I
took hers.

   I noticed I had a message and picking it up heard Kerry whispering an
apology for not phoning earlier nor returning to the hotel but she was
going to spend the night with her new friend and return the following
morning.

   So that was it; I suddenly felt both cheated, since she'd sworn not to
spend the night with anyone and invigorated as Em was still standing naked
in front of me her large breasts swaying gently as she swung her hips at me
in hope as I listened to the phone message.  Twenty minutes later I'd
unloaded inside her again and we fell asleep.

   Thankfully she was up at eight so after we had sex and she'd called me a
taxi we sat drinking coffee before I left for the hotel with a kiss and a
wave goodbye.  It was strange but Em, while probably ten years older than
me, really got me excited and her offer to meet the following night was
something I was considering.

   I was the first back at our hotel and in the pool when Kerry appeared at
the poolside fully dressed and invited me to come back to the room.  Once
there she was a little coy but after undressing she revealed her body with
a series of hickies on her neck and breasts.  She tried to cover them up
but since I was now also feeling guilty I just laughed them off and
suggested we get into bed.

   We made love (I must admit this was more sex than I'd had even when I
was a randy teenager) and then Kerry admitted getting so drunk that by the
time she left with a guy she could barely walk.  She also admitted she
didn't remember the sex which she was now pleased about as she didn't want
to do it again.

   I of course had a date for that night so was now the one actually
considering asking her to keep her nerve but she was clearly very
uncomfortable which made me think that there was more to this and maybe she
hadn't liked it.  I decided to remain silent and let the whole event end
but perversely she then changed her decision.

   So that night we went out again only after a visit to a cocktail bar
Kerry went into a new club only this time I also left and went on to a
different bar where I met Em.  We had a good time although she met a group
of her friends and I felt a little bit of an outsider.  It was also clear
that not only did she know them very well but the way she acted with
several of the guys made it clear she'd probably slept with them all at one
time.  I was a little uncomfortable being there at first but soon I was
feeling no pain and the night went well.

   Around midnight or slightly later one of the guys announced an impromptu
party at a house a few miles away and with Em urging me to go with her I
did, after I checked my messages.  The place was more like student digs
which surprised me since Em and her friends were all in their mid thirties
but once inside she confirmed it was student accommodation but the current
home of the older brother of one of her group who rented it out to help
with the mortgage.

   Anyway we danced and had a good laugh with her friends and the hordes of
people there.  A little later Em dragged me away from the packed front room
and after she was forced to wait for me to listen to Kerry's voice message
(saying that she was going to stay out again) I followed her up the stairs
where we went to find an empty room.

   "Look at this!" She said as we peered into one of the smaller bedroom.
On the single bed in front of us was a girl around twenty having sex with
two guys.  She saw us and simply grinned (if you can call it that as she
continued to suck on the cock in her mouth) seemingly unperturbed that we
were watching.

   Em and I stayed there for a short while before we realised we were
desperate for our own private party so we went to another room only to find
it locked.  The next bedroom (the house was over three floor and had six
bedrooms in total) was occupied as well so made the third floor where we
found a gathering in one of the rooms and peering around the three or four
guys standing at the entrance we could see a naked black guy screwing a
girl on the bed as another was seemingly waiting for his chance.

   Em giggled and whispered that the girl was probably going to fuck the
whole room and the way she blurted it made me think it was said with a hint
of jealousy.  Anyway we found a smaller room at the end was empty and
although it didn't have a bed in it, just a PC and a small TV, we shoved
the dog-eared sofa that sat across the whole back wall so it kept the door
shut and then we stripped and went at it like rabbits.

   We both climaxed really quickly and then made love again slowly for
simply ages.  We heard some commotion from outside and more than once there
were attempts to open the door but the sofa was tight against it so there
was no chance.  Just once someone banged on the door and asked what the
hell was going on but Em called out to whoever it was and they recognised
her, said sorry and left.

   It was a bit cold without blankets so after snoozing for a short while
we decided to brave the hallway and found the house quiet and still.  The
bedroom at the end was open and we went in only we found the bed was still
occupied by the two black guys and the girl so we tiptoed out.  I suggested
we leave but she was really sleepy and didn't want to see me go, so we
tried those on the first floor and found one of the rooms empty.

   I have no idea whose bed we stole but Em decided she was sufficiently
awake to make love again and as we were getting into our stride a man
appeared and cursed at us.  Clearly he'd only got up for a few minutes
probably to have a pee or something (the bed had been warm when we stole
it) but after asking us to leave twice Em replied that our needs were
greater so with another profanity the guy gave up and left but not before
grabbing a sleeping bag from the top of the wardrobe.

   Strangely we woke early and after Em returned with coffee she got me to
tell her all about where I came from and my wife.  She was interested to
know why I was out in a strange city alone yet needed to check in on my
wife several times an evening.

   I thought of several lies but eventually I admitted that Kerry and I
were doing separate things then added that she was probably with another
man.  This really interested Em who kept on at me until finally (I figured
why not) I admitted that it was part of her trying to get pregnant because
of her nearly blocked tubes and my sperm count.  Em said it was such a hot
thing to allow her do then said if she'd know the night before she could
have organised a string of guys to `do my wife' but I said that wasn't what
Kerry wanted.  But Em laughed and said yes it probably was.

   Anyway after dozing for a few minutes longer we dressed and went to the
kitchen where there were a couple of men (students) trying to cook
breakfast with very limited rations so after a brief chat Em disappeared,
returning with a newspaper, bread and a large pack of bacon.

   We then had fried bacon butties and a mug of tea each as she sat on my
knees reading the paper until with other appearing we decided to leave.  It
was as we got to the front door I saw Kerry emerging from the bathroom at
the top of the stairs.  She didn't see me but even from that far I could
see she was still a little unsteady on her feet.  Em followed my glance and
as I went to go to my wife she caught my arm and asked.  "Kerry?"

   I nodded but she held me and suggested I best not go up because she
would realise I'd been cheating on her which, I'd admitted to Em, was not
part of the deal.  "But she's upstairs!" I replied.

   "And going up to see her and admitting your infidelity will do what
exactly?" She asked.

   I looked at her then shook my head.  I was desperate to see what she was
up to (although I had a pretty good idea) but knew there was some sense in
what Em was saying so I just stood foolishly not moving.

   "Tell you what, I'll have a look and let you know if it's something you
can handle or we should just scarper." Em smiled and trotted off as I
remained immobile.

   She was gone maybe six or seven minutes and I actually met her on the
stairs when I'd finally decided to follow.  "You don't want to go up!" She
stated and put her hand on my chest.  Of course it didn't deter me at all
so I brushed past her and stood on the landing looking about.

   Em shrugged and pointed at the ceiling so I went to the stair and then
as I got to the top floor I suddenly realised which room she would be in.
With a sense of dread but also a perverse feeling of excitement I went to
the door of the far bedroom and looked in.

   Kerry was still in the clothes I'd seen her in at the top of the stairs
only she was riding the man on the bed, her knickers pushed to one side
with her dress bunched about her waist.  I could here her saying `Oh God
yes!' and `This is so, so good.' As she spoke she gyrated in a way that
told of just how much she was getting from it.

   Em was by my side and dragged me back so we were to the side of the
doorframe looking in from the still relatively dark hallway watching my
wife making love to this man.  Em was fumbling with my trousers and found
my rock hard cock which she began to pull on kissing my neck from time to
time as she also watched my wife making love.

   Kerry was clearly enjoying it immensely as she rose and fell on the
man's large cock then I was further shocked when a second man appeared from
the shadows and began to kiss her.  She broke away half-heartedly a couple
of time but then surrendered to him as he pulled her dress off and began to
kiss and bite her breasts.

   Em was now getting very hot and whispered that she needed the same
treatment and the she brazenly dropped her kickers and lifted her own dress
helping me into her very used pussy.  She was now against the wall outside
the bedroom and facing away but she urged me to talk to her about what my
wife was doing and after a hesitation I began to describe in whispers how
she was engaged in sex with two big men.

   "Not just big." Em added "But black.  Your wife might be having a black
baby." That was it and to both our surprise I had a huge climax at that
moment and this brought her to her own.  We held each other as Kerry moaned
with her own orgasm then Em suggested that we best clear out before my wife
saw us.

   "What do I care!" I stated (admittedly still in a whisper) "She's
risking having a black baby!"

   "Did you tell her not to?" Em surprised me with her reply.

   "No but the baby was still possibly going to be mine, now that's not
going to happen is it!"

   "You'll just have to admit you had donor sperm." She said dragging me
down to the ground floor.

   "Everyone will know that we'd only have asked for donor sperm from a
white man."

   "Mistakes happen.  Just say it was an error but you don't care because
you have child to raise."

   "I wanted to pretend to myself that it was mine; I so wanted a child
that I could call my own."

   "Hmm...  do you know that she is actually fertile at the moment?"

   "Yes we've been trying for a baby for ages." I said.

   "This was all her suggestion wasn't it.  And she's been on about it for
months and months you said." I agreed.  "And she told you about the blocked
tubes."

   "What are you driving at?"

   "I'm not sure but I suspect the way your wife was acting she's been
planning to go black for some time, that's if she hadn't already!"

   I looked at her with loathing but she held my gaze evenly.  "I'm not
trying to upset you but she was the woman we saw in that room last night
with that larger group watching her with those black guys.  Now you can
pretend your wife has come to a strange city and somehow ended up doing
that by chance but it's a pretty significant change of emphasis, if you
understand me, so I suspect she has wanted this from the outset." Em
shrugged.

   "You wait.  She'll get to the end of the month and not be pregnant and
suggest you try this again.  It's a softening up process Mark.  You'll soon
start to do this every month and I bet those evenings will be involve her
with a black lover." I tried to pull away but she resisted my tug.  "Look I
could be wrong but I'm just saying what she has got up to is well beyond
anything that might happen by complete accident.  Anyway if I'm wrong she
will tell you about it."

   We ordered a taxi which left me back to the hotel while Em went off home
for some sleep.  I packed the suitcases and thought it bizarre that we'd
hired the room and apart from one short sex session we'd not used the bed
at all.

   Kerry arrived as I was about to check out; it was getting tight for
time. She apologised and jumped into the shower.  I stood in the doorway
and trying to keep calm I asked her about her evening.  She then told me
she'd met a guy at the club and after a few drinks they'd gone to a party.

   I actually felt smug that she was being honest with me and mentally
decided to phone Em when I got home to tell her she was wrong and a bitch
for being so nasty about my wife.  Kerry also described how she'd got a bit
too drunk and let the guy take her to a spare room where they'd made love.

   Just as I went to ask a question about his colour she added that after
what was a `quickie' they'd gone back to his flat where they'd slept until
late hence why she'd only just got back.  I wanted to yell and call her a
liar but dared not.  I kept probing about the party and the other guests
there but she just kept up the pretence and I felt crushed when she said
that I needn't worry the guy was the image of me!

   The journey home was quiet as we were both sleepy so took it in turns to
drive but once home as agreed we made love.  It was odd I wasn't sure if I
should tell her the truth and risk her turning on me or accept that she'd
been with a black guy and hope it was just a one off.  Her sex was a little
loose but she was very hot and the session was full of passion so I
mentally forgave her and hoped it was simply her guilt stopping her from
telling me.

   Life returned to normal for the next few weeks until her period came;
maybe I was too suspicious but she didn't seem that surprised (despite the
tears) or show any signs of relief (that she wasn't possibly expecting a
mixed race child) so I began to suspect that Em might have been correct
after all especially when Kerry suggested we try the same thing again that
month as well.

   I didn't know what to do.  I thought about confronting her but it sounds
strange but while I knew she was going to sleep with someone else she had
no idea (or indeed had given approval) that I had as well.  In the end I
decided to set a trap for her and suggested Manchester again as it seemed
the logical place to go however she said no and told me she wanted to go
somewhere else because she was too embarrassed to go back to the same
clubs.

   Finally after discussing if for a few days we settled on a large town,
slight closer to home but just as unlikely to pose a threat to our
anonymity.  Also there was the cost of yet another hotel so we agreed to
stop at cheap motel just for one night.

   So two weeks later we arrived and I sat in the small room watching her
getting dolled up in a short skirt and tight top looking like a different
woman once again to the one I was used to.

   She appeared far more confident this time and after a few drinks she got
me to escort her to a club where she left me at the door.  I wandered away
but this time only to a bar down the road and after half an hour or so I
followed her in.  The place was dark and busy but I was wary just in case
Kerry saw me although I needn't have worried.

   I spotted my wife on the almost empty dance floor moving about showing
off curves clearly enjoying the fact that she was the focus of most of the
attention from the men gathered around the outside..

   I settled in a corner and waited as the place got busier although on one
occasion she very nearly saw me as she came to the bar just behind where is
stood but thankfully she didn't.  Anyway within an hour I was having
trouble seeing her at all and only a little after that she was swallowed up
in the crowded room.

   So I nearly missed what I'd come to see: I was actually sipping a new
bottle of beer when I spotted Kerry with a large black guy, whose arm
encircled her waist, making for the exit.  I fought to get to her but she
had gone by the time I made the door.

   I checked my mobile but there was nothing so I went back to the hotel
where of course I was alone all night.  I got the usual text say she was
going to stay out, at half past two over an hour after she'd actually left,
so I settled down to a fitful sleep trying to think of how I was going to
challenge her in the morning.

   The following day she didn't arrive until I was checking out, when she
rushed up and apologised.  Since she didn't have time to change she just
grabbed the keys and went to sleep in the back of the car while I paid the
rather surprised desk clerk.

   I questioned her once I had joined her but she more or less repeated the
lies of the previous month: The guy was nice, loving, slow to pick up her
signs but when they'd eventually made it to his apartment he turned out to
be sensitive in bed although rather boringly, plus he had been determinedly
sound asleep when she left him.

   I waited for her to add something but she settled down and went to
sleep. I drove home brooding then once in the house it began:

   "Let's go up and make love." She stated.

   "What's the point?" I replied.

   "Well we want you to have an equal chance of being the father." She
responded looking at me.

   "The problem is," I began taking a deep breath.  "I saw you last month
at the party and again yesterday.  This isn't about making a baby it's
about you living some fantasy of yours!"

   She stared at me for several seconds her face was white and from her
expression I realised I'd got her, or so I thought.  After a further pause
she shrugged and said in an almost relieved way that we best talk.

   I followed her into the next room where she sat facing me on opposite
sofa.

   "You know that I expected and hoped you would follow me last month but
when you didn't I guessed you were comfortable with the whole thing anyway.
Look I'm really sorry to have hurt you but I've been that way inclined for
several years now..."

   "What way?" I chipped back.

   "Attracted to black men, I err..." She took a deep breath herself,
"Remember when you said I was acting a little off for a month or two a
couple of years ago, well you probably don't remember but that was after I
went alone to Fiona and Guy's wedding.  You see when I was there I was
seduced by a black guy."

   She looked at me with her dark eyes and I saw tears.  "Frankly Mark I
found the whole thing such a turn on that I realised it was never going to
be a one time thing.  At first I actually resented you for being an
obstacle to my desires but then I decided I needed to get a grip and so I
tried to love you again for the wonderful man that you are."

   She glanced at her tightly grasping hands as she locked and unlocked her
fingers.  "I put the thoughts to one side for a while but that Christmas at
our works dinner one of the contractors, who is black, danced with me and
all my feeling came back.  It was ridiculous because he was in his late
forties and very happily married but I felt so hot just touching him.  It
was only then that I discovered just why I had such feelings!

   You see I loved, no adored, the fact that I was white and married and in
the arms of a black man.  It felt ...  feels so taboo and so exciting that
I wanted it to become much more.  I wanted to be seduced, ravished,
dominated, used for another man's pleasure.  I craved his large dark body
on mine, his dark manhood deep in my married sex and actually wanted him to
use me as he wanted without asking."

   She sat back looking at me hard.  "In the end the music finished and he
said a polite thank you and off he went so I was left with a damp patch in
my underwear and desires I just had to satisfy.

   Of course that was actually quite easy to achieve so once I decided that
I would find a man for the night I simply chose one who fitted my
requirements; he was young, black and someone who had no connection to me.

   It was fantastic; after chatting to him for less than an hour I simply
made it clear that I wanted him and we left for my room." She was now
talking in such a way that she could have been describing a move she'd
enjoyed rather than her adultery.

   "We made love for hours and he made me feel so excited and slutty that I
didn't want it to end.  He wasn't anything special, I mean you are a really
good lover and his equipment wasn't any bigger but simply because he was
black he got me so hot.  I loved lying under him looking at his dark cock
between my pale legs and just watching our distorted image in the glass of
a picture hanging on the wall made me climax; his black body covering my
white married one.  You see I craved the illicit nature of it and loved
that it's so wrong."

   I couldn't speak.  I'd feared many things but I'd somehow never dreamed
the interracial element was the key to her desires.  I guess I simply
thought the thrill of being with another man was what drove her libido.

   "After that party I decided I still loved you and didn't want us to
divorce but knew you'd never understand so was forced to go behind your
back.  Now part of the thrill of this is being white and married so anyway
a divorce would have taken away the main element of what makes it so
thrilling.

   I'm so sorry.  But after that I began to meet other men.  I went online
and chatted to people then would arrange to meet them and always ended up
having sex.  The only problem was that although I loved being with a black
partner I didn't feel good about it and really worried that you would
eventually find out and it would destroy our marriage."

   She sat back and fixed me with a hard stare.  "Anyway I realised that I
needed to persuade you to allow me to indulge myself.  It was pretty
obvious that it wasn't going to be easy so I came up with the excuse of
making a baby as a way of starting the ball rolling.  I wasn't sure how it
would go but once you agreed I thought that if you saw me with a black man
so you might begin to understand my needs."

   "Understand?" I said dumbfounded.  "You prefer to have sex with men
other than me!  That's what I understand!" I was shocked at her candour and
still reeling at what it meant.

   "Look Mark.  You say you saw me last week so you know how deep the
feeling are within me.  I can't stop now but I really desperately want us
to remain together.  I love you so very much only I also crave sex with
others.  Now you can be sure that the last thing I want to do is to
actually go off with anyone.  The man yesterday for example was great.  He
knew I was into him so got really cocky and got me to have sex with him in
a number of ways but I loved it all.

   The only thing I can add is that the last thing I wanted to do this
morning was to be around him.  The sex is great with all of them but that's
the start and end of it.  Besides I also love having sex with you and I
think this actually helps to keep our relationship strong."

   That was that.  I sat silently then after thinking things over I added.
"What about trying for a baby?" I asked.  "Was a lie as well?  I presume
there is nothing wrong with your tubes."

   "I wouldn't lie about that!" She responded angrily.  "Actually I nearly
always use something but occasionally they haven't.  I must admit at first
I was really scared I'd get pregnant but it seems that it's pretty
unlikely, particularly when it's an occasional one-nighter."

   "Meaning children are out of the question?"

   "Hopefully not.  The more we do it the greater the chance and I thought
that if I'm not pregnant in say a year then we could try IVF although I'm
not keen."

   "But if you did get pregnant how would we know that the baby isn't from
one of your affairs with one of these men?"

   "They are not affairs.  That implies some love and there is no love,
just sex.  As I've told you I try to get them to use something.  Last night
the guy did but the month before only the man I went with on the first
night used one.  I guess I should be a little more concerned but lets be
honest any baby would be fantastic."

   "So what am I meant to do now?" I asked, shattered.

   "Let me have sex with black men!  I want you to watch it all; getting
dressed, flirting, being picked up and my ultimate of you watching me as I
let a man have sex with me."

   That was pretty much the end of the conversation and after a prolonged
silence we went to bed although despite Kerry's attempts I was not
interested in sex at all.  The following day she tried to talk to me about
it several times but I wasn't ready and brushed it away.  Two weeks later
she sat me down as informed me she was feeling period-ish.  She then added
that she desperately needed to arrange another weekend and really wanted me
agree and help.  I said that I'd find it hard to do so but she simply added
that she would do the research and find somewhere appropriate to visit so
as long as I came with her that would be fine.

   It is daft but I didn't say anything only she sorted out a hotel for two
nights and when the time arrived I went with her on the Friday.  I was sick
with worry but felt powerless to say no as I'd allowed this to go too far
to stop it anyway.  So that evening Kerry spent an age making herself up;
with a short velvet dress (really short this time) black opaque satin
tights and a pair of black wet-look knickers that were only just hidden by
the skirt of her outfit.  Her shoes were high and her make-up was bold. 
She was so different to the girl I married I was stunned.

   After several drinks in a pub where she was constantly checked out by
the men at the bar we went to a club and as arranged separated.  This time
I watched from a more open position as she fended off a number of men until
one more to her choosing came along, that is to say he was black.  Kerry
danced with him, slowly getting more and more friendly until they finally
kissed as I watched, my heart racing.  After that he was all over her and
she did nothing to put him off.  When the night grew late she came over to
me and let me know that `Bob was going to take her back to his place and
fuck her hard' (her words said with glee) and I should go back to the hotel
and wait for her to come back.

   I did this without any prospect of seeing her before the morning so
wasn't surprised when she arrived just after ten and insisted I have sex
with her.  It was strange making love to her as she described how
aggressive the guy had been the previous night and how much she came when
he had her.  She was actually quite dry and admitted that they'd done it
several times that morning.  Of course I was at least allowed to cum inside
her which was a small bonus but after that she slept as I went for walk
before waking her for lunch.  Really there is little more to add, she did
the same the following night although for a change she called me around
three in the morning and I slipped out and picked her up from a house a few
miles away.

   After that weekend we were out several times in the month only she
decided on the third weekend that she wanted to invite a man back to our
house so I could see her having sex.  That first time I was struck how
vocal Kerry was and just how intense her climaxes were which made me feel a
little inadequate by comparison but she still happily had sex with me after
her partner had left.  I had witnessed my wife's double life for months
now; she was a nice normal woman with our friends but once every few weeks
she became a complete slut.

   She loved to spice things up and a few months later we had several
people around to quote for some building work, one of them turned up with a
black guy as his colleague causing Kerry to joke about him being a perfect
gift for her birthday which was in about five weeks.  We argued about it
but she finally won and we hired them yet despite my pointing out this was
too close to home and her promising not to be stupid, she was.  They
started a few weeks later and all seemed fine but then the next week when I
came home on her birthday evening I found her having sex with the man yet
if anything my finding them together drove her to a huge orgasm.  After he
left she giggled about it and said `thank you' for her present.

   Rather than leaving it at that Thursday she greeted him at the door in
her underwear and the following day she made love to him as soon as he
arrived before we got dressed for work.  She sat on the toilet his slime
falling from her giggling as we heard him whistling contentedly as he began
his days work.  Thankfully she resisted him after that although she gave
him a `thank you' fuck the last day they were there.  I suppose eventually
she grew a little tired of these and from then on her interracial affairs
slowly became less and less frequent.  Eventually one evening we went to
bed early, she was getting amorous, and made love then as we were lying
together after she whispered she was pregnant.  I was so overjoyed I nearly
cried and after a few moments she actually did.  We hugged and held each
other and were so happy it was just wonderful.

   She had a normal birth and things settled until Matty was just about a
year old when she sat me down and asked me if she could find a black lover
the next weekend.  I asked if she meant long term but she gave me the
biggest kiss and told me not to be daft, just the weekend.  I agreed and
the look she gave me told me she'd been hoping for this for a long time.

   The next weekend she dressed in gear that made her look gorgeous and I
dropped her at a club.  She called for me to pick her up at three the next
morning which I did only when she got into the car (our baby was asleep in
his seat) she had been crying.  It turned out the man she met had got her
to tell him about some of the things she'd done, which she thought would
just make the night hotter only he'd decided she was more or less a whore
and had been very abusive and rather aggressive to her.  She was bitten and
bruised but despite my desire to get even with him, I had his address after
all, she told me not to and so I didn't.  That encounter changed Kerry
however and she's lost interest in black men.  It's been two years since
that time and she is adamant she will never do it again.  We still have
just one child but are very, very happy and our sex life continues to be
great.