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This is fiction for the entertainment of adults in locations where it
is legal.  If you ain't suppose to read it, Don't! Copyright 1998 by
EzRiter. Except for archiving at free locations, may not be used
without permission of the copyright holder.

I am just the poster.  E-mails will be forwarded to the author.


BABY

Mandy and I fell in love in the seventh grade. After dating through
high school, we married before our freshman year in college, virgins
eager to begin our lives together.   We both worked and went to
school, graduating in five years.  I went to work for an big company
in accounting and Mandy started teaching second grade. As we wanted,
we were quickly blessed with two beautiful children, both girls, who
we named Julienne and Jennifer. Our one major disagreement was number
of children.  She wanted five but I insisted we stop at two. 

Like all young marrieds, we worked hard, saved, played, loved our
children and enjoyed what all Americans consider the good life.
Julienne was fifteen and Jennifer almost fourteen, when Mandy and I
went with friends to Las Vegas.  It was an unbelievable trip.   Not
only did we have a wonderful time, but, I won $30,000 gambling. 

I did not know I had sowed the seeds of destruction of all I had in my
life.  Gambling is a terrible, uncontrollable addiction in some
people. I was one of those.  I began to gamble on everything I could
find: football, basketball, horses, numbers.  In six months, I had
lost all of our savings...  all of it... the kids college funds...
everything.  

Mandy knew nothing about it.

"Sam Johnson, you need to come over here today. Straight from work.
Don't mess with me, boy!"

The sweat oozed from my face as I hung up the phone, his violent
disconnection and horrifying voice ringing in my ears.  I was $20,000
in debt to my bookmaker and not a dime to my name.  They had been
trying to collect it for a month. My time was up. I went to the
bathroom and threw up.

I was shaking uncontrollably, my clothes soaked in sweat, as I entered
the store front office.  Leroy grabbed my arm and led me out the back
door.  He shoved me into a large van, the kind which has been modified
where a person can stand.  Someone picked me up like a child and
jammed me on the floor of the van on my knees. 

I was looking up at one of the biggest men I had ever seen.  

"I am David Winston White.  Leroy works for me. I understand you are
unable to pay your bills."

"Look, I..."

He moved so quickly, I never even tried to defend myself. He was like
a cat leaping on its prey... a tiger... and, I was the lamb he was
devouring. His massive left hand crushed the back of neck, lifting me
several inches on the air, his fingers so long and strong they held my
jaw shut, as his right hand grabbed my cock and balls.  I felt him
began to squeeze as I stared into the coldest, most evil black eyes in
the world. I could only whimper, tears falling down my face, as the
pain in my balls became almost unbearable. 

He dropped me as he released my crushed balls. I fell to the floor
sobbing. 

"Listen! I need my money. Janet, stand!  Look at her, Sam!"

For the first time, I saw a petite white woman in the corner. She was
naked. As she stood I saw a gold chain attached to a gold ring
dangling between her legs. She had massive breasts and a sad, shy
smile on a face which looked sixty although I guessed, from the body,
she was about thirty. 

"Tell him your story, Janet!"

"I was a sales rep, but, I got addicted to gambling. I am paying off
my debt by being Mr.  White's whore."

"Come suck my cock, Janet!"

She scurried to him, quickly kneeling and fishing his cock from his
trousers.  It was massive, easily the biggest I had ever seen. But,
then Mr. White was probably six six and two hundred fifty pounds of
pure muscle. Janet greedily sucked the cock head into her mouth as she
stroked the shaft.  He put his hand on her head to guide her. 

"Watch, Sam! Watch the stupid white slut suck my cock! Tomorrow night
I am coming to your house.  I will leave with my money... or, I will
leave with your wife and daughters who will do what Janet is doing
until I have my money!"

"No. Please! Have mercy!"  I whimpered.

"I have no mercy!  Your wife and daughters will be my whores until
they have earned back my money! Now, come here!!  You need to learn
what sucking my cock is like since you are forcing your wife and
daughters to do it."

He shoved Janet aside and yanked me between his legs. He was so strong
I felt like a child, unable to resist even if I had tried.  I could
barely get his huge cock  in my mouth but he did not care about that.
He jammed it in and out. When I put my hands up in protest, he whipped
that cock across my face.  Then he came, pulling out, coming on my
face and hair, leaving me covered in his white sticky cum. He shoved
me out of the way.   I was too terrified to even wipe his dripping cum
from my cheeks.  Janet scurried between his legs again to clean his
cock with her mouth, sucking and slurping, as I felt his cum drying on
my face.

"Tomorrow night.  Don't try to run or hide or call the police. It will
only make me mad!  Now, get out."

It was late when I got home.  I had cleaned up at a service station,
asking for the key as the attendant snickered at my cum covered face.
I had stopped at a bar for a few drinks to build my courage. Mandy was
asleep when I got home.  I sneaked in the shower, then crawled in our
bed by her, wondering if she would be ver be there next to me again. 

I could not sleep. My mind, my body, my soul was paralyzed by fear,
fear of what I had done and what would happen to my family as a
result.  I left early for work, before she awakened, leaving her a
note. That night, I got home for dinner about seven. She was at the
kitchen table, grading papers. 

"Sam, are you alright? You have been acting funny lately? Is something
wrong?"

"No. Everything is fine."

I heard the front door open. 

"Who is that, I wonder?" she said, as she disappeared into the living
room.

"WHO..."

I wet myself, sitting in my own piss, paralyzed with fear. 

Mr. White walked into the room carrying my wife in his arms like a
baby except her mouth was taped shut, her arms handcuffed behind her.
She was frightened like I had never seen her before, shaking
uncontrollably, her face ashen and sweating. His associate pointed a
gun at me as Mr. White ordered me to sit.  He put Mandy in the chair
next to me.  She was sobbing, making a sound like a dove which has
been shot and is dying, the plaintiff, cooing sound of an innocent who
is lost. 

"If you can be quiet, I will remove the gag," Mr. White said to Mandy. 
 She nodded and he yanked the tape from her face. She said nothing,
only sobbing quietly.

"Has you husband explained the problem, Mandy?"  His voice sounded
like a caring professional rather than a seasoned criminal.

She stared at me, her eyes questioning before she shook her head no.
He started talking, telling her my whole gambling history.  He even
knew I had maxed out the credit cards and home equity loan for my
addiction. Mandy said nothing, but, her eyes flitted back and forth
between us.  I could tell she could not believe what I had done, the
loss, the danger it put her in. She was in shock from it. 

"What are you going to do to us, Mr. White?" she asked, the hysteria
in her voice barely controlled.

"You and your daughters will come with me, Mandy.  You will be my
whores, fucking men for money until I have recovered what I am owed."

Mr. White looked as if he expected her to become hysterical.  I
certainly expected it. We both were surprised.  It was as if someone
was filling a empty bag with iron. She appeared bigger, sat more
erect, a determined expression growing on her face.  She held his
cold, dead eyes with her own, never blinking or looking away.  When
she spoke, her voice was calm, sincere, confident... not threatening
but not submissive.

"Mr. White, I understand your concern for your money.  I hope you can
understand mine for my family.  You may do with me as you wish. I will
be your whore and earn money to repay you. But, if you, or anyone
else, touches my daughters, I will kill you."

Mr. White's mouth dropped open before it snapped shut like a steel
trap. Mandy stood and walked to him, turning her back.

"Mr. White, please remove the handcuffs. You have nothing to fear from
me... unless you harm my daughters."

I could tell by his expression he was stunned by her actions, but, in
a funny way, it defused his anger and natural proclivity to harm. He
removed the cuffs, spun her around and jammed her to her knees.  A
knife appeared in his hand, which he pressed to her throat.  She never
quivered or moved or shook or took her eyes from his. A tiny movement
by either of them would pierce her throat with the knife point, but,
they did not move. 

Somewhere in those long few minutes they stared at each other, some
unspoken agreement was reached between them.  He smiled at her as he
put away the knife, a soft, gentle smile, like a man gives his lover.

"Mandy, will you please show me your house?"

"Certainly.  Mr. White, may I call you by your first name."

"Call me by the nick name my family uses. Since I was the last borne,
they call me 'Baby'."

Mandy showed him the house, giving him the full, in depth, tour as if
she was showing our preacher around her homey treasures. She seemed
happy and positive, telling him our history, pointing out pictures in
the hall, where this thing occured or that thing was acquired.  She
stopped in each girl's room, spending a long time talking about her
beloved daughters.  

I could see by his expression, he was enchanted by her. When he took
her hand in his, she squeezed his in return, giving him a warm and
friendly smile.   

"Coffee?" she asked when we returned to the kitchen.  

"Thank you, Mandy. Yes. Please."

"Baby, you can understand why I am so protective of my girls, why I
said what I did."

"Yes.  I am surprised by you, Mandy.  You are a very unusual woman. I
know I would have to kill you before I touched either of your
daughters or you would kill me.  You really love children, don't you?"

"Yes.  I love them deeply. But, I understand your position, too, Baby.
That is the reason I personally will cooperate with you to the
fullest, doing whatever you wish for me to do.  I will make every
effort to get your money back."

She handed him the coffee and guided us all to the den.  She sat on
the couch opposite him. No one spoke as the two of them worked through
their own private thoughts, their eyes never leaving each other.  

"Mandy, can you still bear children?"  

Her body language become extremely intense as her eyes slammed into me
before returning to him. 

"Yes. Why?"

The silence was killing me! I knew why! We all knew why!  Migod, was
she really considering it?

"I will forgive and forget everything, but... I want you to have my
baby."

I could tell immediately she was going to agree. Mr. White, too, could
tell.  But, Mandy was not ready to say it, not verbally anyway. 

"Babies are a big responsibility. Babies need love and tenderness..."

He laughed. He threw back his giant head and laughed.  She had a
sheepish, crooked grin on her face, like a kid who had been caught
stealing candy.

"What are you negotiating for, Mandy?  Just tell me what you want!  We
both know you would love and care for a child more than any other
woman would,  no matter who the father was, no matter the
circumstances of the birth."  

She walked to him, took his huge hands and put them on her waist.  She
took his giant face in her hands and gently held it to look at her.
Again, there was a very long silence as they communicated non
verbally.   It was a silence painful to me.

She leaned down very, very slowly to kiss him softly on the lips. 

"I would like having your child, Baby.  I know you will be a good
father and never hurt me or any of my children."

"Mandy, may I.... I mean, is now..."

She kissed him again, stopping his bumbling words. She leaned into
him, pushing him back into the couch, her body against his as she
kissed him long and hard.  Slowly, his arms folded around her in a
lover's embrace.  This giant without feelings, this criminal who hurt
people for a living, was asking my wife if he could make love to
her... if he could impregnate her now... put his black seed in her
belly, to make it grow.  And, she was rewarding him with a passionate
kiss.  

"I am not on the pill, Baby.  Would you like to start now?"

"I would like that very much," he replied with such softness and
feeling in his voice even I was touched.  She took his hand, leading
him towards the bedroom, then, she stopped.

"Is it alright with you if Sam watches us?"  

What was that expression on her face as she looked back at me?  Not
hatred. Not happiness.  I knew it made me feel small, as if that look
expressed that I was making her fuck someone else and she was not
happy with me for it.  

"Come on, Sam," Baby said, not even looking at me. He only had eyes
for Mandy. 
 I followed them in to the master bedroom, the bedroom which had... to
this point... been hers and mine exclusively.  The associate shoved me
in a chair and stood be me, his hand on my shoulder.  Mandy looked
over at us.

"Baby, Sam will not cause a problem. Would you please..."

"Certainly. Junior, leave us alone!"

Junior left without speaking.  In a moment, I heard the TV start in
the den.

Mandy began unbuttoning Baby's shirt.  She never looked at me or
acknowledged my existence as she stood back to admire his massive
chest when he let the shirt fall to the floor. Her fingers slid across
his torso lovingly, getting tangled in his chest hairs, as she kissed
his nipples. She slipped to her knees to untie his shoes.  Shoes and
socks gone, she undid his belt, letting his trousers fall to the fall.
She looked up at him with an evil grin as she yanked down his boxers.

"Ehhhh! Oh, migod, Baby.  I can't take that!"

"Yes, you can. I would not hurt you...."

"I know you wouldn't, Baby, but, he would.  I bet you don't get many
complaints about being too small."

"None so far," he laughed. 

"What is his name?"

"What?"

"Your cock. What have you named him?"

"I have not named him. Would you like to do it?"

"Yes, but I need him in me first. I need to see how he operates so the
name will fit.  May I suck him?"

His huge, ham sized hand guided her mouth to his cock.  Mandy had
always enjoyed sucking cock although she would never initiate it. Now,
she was valiantly working on the shiny black helmet head of a monster
as big as her fist.  Quickly, it was coated in her saliva, which hung
in ropes of spittle as she moved back and forth on it.  She was doing
a yeoman's job but her jaws quickly became tired.  Baby could tell and
pulled his cock from her mouth.

"I am sorry, Baby. I will do better next time," she murmured when he
lifted her as if she were a child to kiss her softly on the lips.

"Don't worry. You were wonderful, Mandy.  Now, I want to fuck you.  I
want to feel your delicious pussy around my cock."

As he quickly undressed her, she never acted shy or embarrassed but
stood proudly before him, displaying her body, letting his giant hands
roam that lush territory which had been exclusively mine. 

"Sam, get the K-Y," he commanded.  I did it, handing him the tube.

"No, don't give it to me. Lubricate my cock for your wife's pussy.
Kneel, stupid!" 

"Please, Baby, I don't want you to humiliated. He is my husband."

"Sorry," he mumbled as she took the K-Y and began to lather his cock.
It was probably the first apology he had ever given.  When he was
lubed to her satisfaction, she lay back on the bed. With a loving
smile, she took his hand, guiding him between her legs. 

"Let me show you how to do it easiest," he said.  Gently, he pulled
her legs wide up, her knees outside her breasts. He brought her arms
inside her legs, elbows inside knees to leverage them apart. He guided
her hands to her pussy lips, which she held open for him as he put the
head of his cock against her.

"Oh, Baby, you are so big," she whimpered as he slowly pressured to
push his monster in her tight wetness.

There was no question he would fit.  She was pouring her own juices
down her leg, her pussy glistening like a flower after a rainstorm
from her own wetness. He was lubed. He worked slowly, letting her get
accustomed until he touched the head against her cervix.

She was moaning, squirming in obvious delight as being so full.  Her
ass and hips were in constant motion as her body struggled to
accommodate the giant cock buried in her.  When she finally relaxed, I
could see the tension flow from her only to reappear again as desire.

"I am ready to be fucked now, Baby," she murmured in his ear.

Groaning, sweating, whimpering, squirming, quivering under the
masterful, well controlled fucking from his monster cock, Mandy was
orgasming as she never had with me. It was a very strange feeling
seeing him fuck her, seeing him bring her joy and orgasms like nothing
I had ever given her. I wondered if she would ever enjoy me again.   I
felt happiness for her at being so well pleased but I felt my own
sorrow... my own deep and real sorrow... at having caused this mess
and at being the second best man in my wife's bed.  

And, while I felt a deep loss, I must admit, seeing another man fuck
my wife had been a wild and deeply buried fantasy of mine. I was hard
just from watching because she was getting a royal fucking as I could
have only fantasied about.   

He could see she was mentally and physically exhausted from the
pounding she had taken over the past thirty-five minutes so, he
allowed himself to cum in her. She had loved every stroke, as he gave
her the best fuck of her life.  She held him tightly, arms and legs
around him, spasming in one last, long orgasm, not letting him pull
out, as she let his strong, black, seed ravish her body searching for
her delicate white eggs. 

"Don''t go," she whispered as he pulled out of her. He kissed her so
very gently. 

"I will be back."

She giggled as her hand stroked his face. 

"Yes. Even such a stud needs to fuck more than once just to make sure
the woman is pregnant. We may need to do this a lot; like every night
until I am sure I am carrying your child."  

She kissed him hungrily then passed out from her ordeal.  Her pussy
was huge and bloated with white oozing down her ass cheek from the
sperm her left in her.  I wondered how many nights he would fuck her
before she was carrying his child. 

			     *****

"Listen to me, Sam."

We were in the kitchen.  Mr. White, as I still called him, was dressed
and ready to leave.

"You have the most wonderful woman I have ever met.  You need to take
better care of her and of her daughters (When were they no longer my
daughters?). Here. (He handed me a business card.) That is my sister.
She is a clinical psychologist who specializes in addictive behavior.
I want you over there in the morning. You need to overcome this
problem and start taking care of your family again."

"Yes, sir."

I locked the doors behind him.  Mandy was asleep when I got in the
bedroom. Without a word, I went to sleep. When I awakened in the
morning, she was gone. I found her in the kitchen drinking coffee.

"We need to talk."

"Alright, Mandy."

"Baby will honor his commitment.  He will forgive your debt and not
hurt any of us. I will honor mine, Sam.  I will have a big, healthy,
happy black baby. I will raise that child with all the love and caring
any child ever had.  The question is: will you?  Because if you won't
love this child as your own, I want a divorce.  I will not have a
child hurt by you any more than I would by him."

"Mandy, I never want a divorce. I love you so much. Please..."

"That is not the question! Will you accept Baby's black child, the
child I will bear, as your own and love it unconditionally?"

"Yes. I will. Please, Mandy...."

"You need to get help for your gambling, Sam.  I insist on it."

I told her of Baby's sister. She got a funny little smile as she sat
in my lap, her eyes studying me as just hours before she had studied
him.

"Get the help, Sam.  I do love you and I will spend the rest of my
life with you. But, I could not stand another incident like this.  The
next man might be so easily seduced by me into letting my daughters go
unharmed."

"You loved it, didn't you?  You loved him fucking you?"

She kissed me hard.

"You will have to always wear a condom until I am carrying Baby's
child.  Sometimes, I will take care of you other ways, Sam.  You
stupid, stupid man.  I do love you so, even after you did this to us."

She stood to leave.

"I asked you a question, Mandy."

She just looked at me. It was not hurtful look, not a loving look.  It
was... I don't know... I guess, it was a look of exasperation. 

"I heard you, Sam.  I am not going to answer it.  Don't ask it again."  

When Baby returned the next evening,  I followed them into the
bedroom. 

"No, Sam. I don't want you to watch me making love with Baby anymore.
It is private, just between us.  You go away until we are through."

It was a long time before I saw the two of them together again.
Always, they made love in our bed. Sometimes, he left early;
sometimes, he would stay until the wee hours. I could hear them
talking between the sex acts those nights when they fucked more than
once.   But, when the sex was over he went home.  I went immediately
to my bed with my wife, feeling the heat and the wetness he left
there.  Once, when I stayed on the couch after he left, Mandy came to
me.

"Sam, I am your wife.  You need to be in our bed with me.  Come."
After I was laying beside her, she said, "Always come to bed as soon
as he leaves, Sam.  This is your place. You should be in it."

Most often after Baby left, she would cuddle against me, going to
sleep in my arms, her breath sweet and soft on me.  She would be too
tired, too sore from the hard fucking he gave her, to want additional
sex with me.  I could smell his cum on her breath.  And, I could feel
it ooze out of her pussy on to my leg.  His cum from my wife's
pussy.... on my leg, coming from her.

Sunday, our daughters returned from their weekend at the lake with
friends.  Mandy sat us all down in the den.  She carefully and fully
explained what was happening in our lives. 

"Mother, you mean a black man is impregnating you. We will have a
black brother or sister. And, we can not go to college.  All because
Dad gambled away all our money."

"Honey, it is a sickness. We all need to forgive him. I know that
forgiveness will be hard to do, but, we must!"

It was a long family discussion, very heated and very unpleasant,
which Mandy started to wind down after checking her watch.

"Baby will be here shortly. I want all of you to be very nice to him.
He will visit a few minutes before I take him in the bedroom.  He will
be here to fuck me every night until I am sure I am pregnant."

Our daughters were stunned, cold, unspeaking when Baby arrived. But,
he was warm, happy. The girls moped off to bed when Baby and Mandy
went to the bedroom.   That night Mandy was vocal, more vocal than I
could have remember her being.  Our daughters and I could hear her
joy, hear her begging him to fuck her, her telling him how big his
cock was, how much she was enjoying him fucking her.  She was putting
on a show to let us all know she was loving it. We even heard Baby
telling her to be quieter.   

How humiliating it was for me, having my daughters hear their mother
tell another man he could fuck better than I could.  But, that is what
she wanted... my humiliation. 

The next three months were surrealistic as he arrived every night to
fuck Mandy.  Many times he joined us for dinner, sometimes even
bringing Chinese or pizza as his contribution.  He offered to take her
out for dinner and dancing... for a date, he said laughingly. She
always refused, restricting their time together to my house. Once, I
started to leave before he arrived.  Mandy stopped me.

"I am fucking him becasue of you, Sam. You need to be here while I do
it."  I always was.

No one ever made a scene.  Interestingly, Julie and Jenny came to like
him very much.   He acted like a father to them, giving them lectures
about the dangers of men and drugs, buying them clothes and jewelry.
He was a positive influence, replacing that influence I lost when he
appeared in our lives.  Even I began to enjoy his presence.  He was an
interesting man in many ways, so different than any other friend I
ever had.  Friend. Huh!   That is what he was becoming in some weird
way. 

In three months, Mandy was pregnant.  She made the announcement one
evening at dinner as we all sat at our table, eating a prime rib she
had lovingly prepared. Baby beamed with pride. The girls were actually
excited about it, asking questions, giggling, talking.  He was a part
of our family now, like a rich, black uncle who came to dinner a lot.
The girls felt no fear from him.  He had never been anything but
polite and kind to them.   Mandy had never felt fear, or, if she had,
she hid it so well neither Baby nor I recognized it. 

But, when Baby took Mandy's hand to lead her to bed, she stopped him.

"I need to be Sam's wife again for a while, Baby."

"Leave that sorry bastard! Come be with me! You and Julie and Jenny!
Be my family!"

"No, Baby. That was not our deal.  You are part of my family, but, Sam
is my husband."

"Dammit, I love you!!"

She threw herself in his arms, wrapping her arms around his massive
neck, holding on like a little white barnacle on a black battleship. 

"I love you to... in a very special way. But, I love Sam as well and I
will not leave him."

"I will kill the bastard! I will do it!"

He reached his hand in his coat to pull out a gun.  Mandy grabbed his
hand.

"Put it away, Baby. Please.  For me,"  she said very softly, her eyes
holding and dominating this giant man. She led him from the table,
talking to him as they went towards the door.

"Mother, maybe you should leave Dad for Baby. He seems to be the man
in the family."

Baby spun. In an instant, he grabbed Julie under the arms and yanked
her up, holding her in midair.  She wet the floor as those cold, dead
eyes of his made her squirm in his grasp.

"Julie, you have no idea how hard this is for all three of us!  You
have no concept of what we are going through!  I just pray you are
half the woman your mother is.  She has two men desperately in love
with her!"

He lowered her until her toes were on the floor, but, he still
supported her weight.  She squirmed trying to get down.

"Now, if you ever speak ill of him again, I will spank you until your
lily white bottom is bright red.  Apologize to your father!"  He
dropped her. She fell backwards, getting her balance. 

"Sorry, daddy," she whispered, but, her eyes never left him.

>From that night forward, Baby would only come by once a week or so,
>usually bearing a
gift for Mandy and the girls, having dinner, visiting.  He would never
fuck Mandy but she would warmly and happily kiss him goodbye at the
door when he left. I knew she was talking to Baby regularly, keeping
him informed of her condition.

In her sixth month, she had our parents... hers and mine... over for
dinner.  She explained she was having a black baby and how the
circumstances came about.  Of course, my relationship with both sets
of parents changed, never to be the same.  I expected nothing else.

When she was ready to deliver, she called Baby on the way to the
hospital using the car phone he gave her.  There were three of us in
the delivery room where a big, healthy baby boy came into the world.
He was adorable, the color of coffee with heavy cream.   The girls,
Mandy's parents and Baby's sister and her husband joined us in the
waiting room. 

Mandy named the baby: David White Johnson.  At first Baby objected to
using my name, but, Mandy convinced him it was better for the child
since it was I who would be raising him.  Of course, Baby was so
enamored with her, she could have convinced him to take poison.

Baby was invited over any time to see his baby. He became part of the
family again, coming over five or six times a week, often to spend
several hours. He brought toys and games, so many I was afraid we
would have to add a bedroom just to hold them.  Baby and his baby were
an integral part of the family. If was as if Mandy had two husbands
and we both came home to her at night. 

When David White Johnson was about six months old, Baby was on the
floor playing with Davy, his giant black body occupying most of the
open space area.  The girls were with me on the couch.  Mandy was in
the easy chair.  We were happily visiting as a family would until
Mandy spoke.

"I want another child."

Tension crackled as we all snapped to attention at her comment. 

"Actually, I want two more.  I want the next one to be yours, Baby.
Sam, I want the last one to be yours."

"We discussed having more. We decided not..."

"You decided not!  I always wanted five. Now, I want two more and I
want them just like I said! If you do not want to father one, Baby
will father both!!"

Baby again came to our house every night to fuck Mandy, to make her
pregnant. She made no effort to conceal her joy at being fucked by
him.  She had missed his big, black cock in her and we all knew it.
The first time, when she was getting preganant with Davy, she had sent
Baby home each night.  This time, he often spent the night with her,
not leaving until breakfast the next morning.  My time with her, then,
was almost eliminated.  I had been supplanted as her spouse. 

Mandy tried to keep me satisfied during this time, but, it was clear
to everyone my satisfaction was secondary to hers and to Baby's.
Something else changed.  After she became pregnant the first time,
Mandy no longer had sex with Baby.  This time she asked to see both of
us in the bedroom.  She sat in a chair, holding both of our hands as
she spoke.

"Sam, you asked me a question one time I refused to answer.  I would
like to answer it now.  Yes, I like having sex with Baby.  I like his
big, black cock in me. I like him fucking me.  I like it a lot."  She
stopped, making sure I understood. 

"I like you fucking me, too, Sam.  I like it a lot.  You and baby are
different.  I feel differently towards you.  And, I like both of you
fucking me.  From now on, I am going to have sex with both of you."

She stopped again, making sure we understood what she said, giving us
non-verbal communications again.

"I will tell which of you I want in my bed at night. I expect you to
come if called, no pun intended.  I do not want any complaints out of
either of you."

Baby started to laugh, throwing back his giant head, guffawing until
tears were in his eyes. Mandy giggled, them she, too, broke out in
open laughter.  I was terribly hurt, but, I knew she really loved me,
even if she loved Baby as much. She kissed me, lovingly, tenderly,
reassuring me.  She wanted me to know I was loved... very loved... by
her, but so was Baby, and, she would fuck which of us she chose. 

I may have caused this problem but Mandy was enjoying its outcome.
She was getting the five children she always wanted.  And, she was
having two men fuck her as much as she wanted. Most importantly, she
knew both of those men loved her with all their heart. 

"Who do you want tonight?"

"For the first time in my life, I want two men in my bed."

So, there we stood like two school boys waiting for the principal,
except we were naked and standing by her bed, watching as she
gracefully and sexually undressed. Both Baby and I were getting hard
just from watching her, seeing and thinking about this woman whose
love we shared. She opened a bottle of petroleum jelly and lubricated
her ass hole which I knew was virgin territory.  She had a slutty
smile as she lubricated my cock. 

"You boys think you can figure out how I want you?" she asked with a
grin. 

Baby got on his back on the bed. She swung her leg across him, gently,
slowly, guiding his cock deep inside her waiting pussy. She asked me
to wait.  I watched her face as she fucked herself on his black
monster.  After at least two orgasms, when the sheen of sweat covered
her and her eyes were glazed with desire, she whispered, "Okay, Sam.
Do me slowly back there."

I got behind her as she bent forward, putting her cheek against Baby's
chest.  I saw his black hands cover her ass, spreading her ass cheeks,
readying my wife for me.  

"Oh, ohhhh, ohhhhhhh...." she moaned as I slipped into her, feeling
his cock through her thin membranes, fucking her ass for the first
time.  It was tight, dry compared to her cunt, but, slick with
lubricant.   Baby and I went slowly, both of us intent of nothing
except her pleasure. Strange, isn't it?  This giant black man and I
both only wanted her pleasure.  I could see it in his eyes as he
looked at me.  And, he could see it in mine. 

It was the first, but, not the last, time the three of us were in bed
together.  Baby and I shared Mandy from that point onward, each of us
coming to her at her direction. 

Baby maintained a separate place but, for all intents and purposes, he
moved in with us. 

The second boy by Baby was named Henry Winston Johnson, after Baby's
father (Henry) and grandfather (Winston, which was also Baby's middle
name).  He was born when Davy was seventeem months old.  Samuel Arnold
Johnson, Jr. was born twelve months after Hank. 

By that time, I was totally cured of my gambling. In fact, my career
was blossoming from the changes in my life, and, financially, we were
better off than we ever had been. Baby had paid for Julie and Jenny's
college and established trust funds for all three boys. This freed up
the money I paid for other things. We had moved into a larger home
which I paid for.  

The new home was really designed for a wife, two husbands and five
children, which is the way we lived.  Baby had moved in after Mandy
made her announcement about wanting more children and never moved out.
Baby continued to be a part of my family right up until that day four
years after Sammy's birth when Baby was shot to death in a crime
related incident. 

During those four years, I had come to care for and admire Baby almost
as much as Mandy had.  And, Baby cared for me.  Our common love of
Mandy and her five children had made us brothers.  I no longer felt
humiliation or regret when he fucked her or when she curled in his lap
to be held.  She was a treasure I was sharing with a friend, a damn
good friend. 

We all attended his funeral where Mandy gave one of the eulogies,
telling his family and friends of his two boys she had delivered,
telling of her love for him, a love that continued in his sons.  His
family stared at mine, at the wife man and wife with two older,
beautiful white daughters, and three younger boys, two black and one
white, all mourning this giant, black man.

It was a month before we mentioned him again,  although we all thought
of him every day.

"Do you miss him?"

She turned towards me on the bed. Staring into my eyes, she said:

"Yes. I miss him.  I loved him, Sam. I loved him a lot. But, that
never diminished my love for you. I did not love him like I loved you.
He was a good man, a very good man to me and to my family.  I am sad
those boys will never really get to know him.  I am sorry he is gone
and sorry he will not get to see his children grow up. Every parent
deserves that right, Sam."

She curled up in my arms and cried.

I know she loves me.  She loves me more than I deserve.  I know she
loves all five children equally, which is with all her heart and mind
and soul and might.

And, I know each Sunday she places fresh flowers on Baby's grave.





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