A Family Goes Black Pt 01

*Author's note: This is my first story, apologies if it's a bit clunky! Any feedback (criticism, ideas) is welcome!*

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To a certain point, Craig's life had been simple and straightforward. And it was going pretty well like that. As a young man, he learned the value of hard work from his father and the importance of love from his mother. Yes, he fooled around and got into a fair amount of trouble in his youth, but he was disciplined whenever it mattered. He helped his parents out whenever they needed him, excelled in school, found a lot of friends and, most importantly, after months of thinking about the right way to do it, he asked out that one shy girl from his class that stole his heart.

Linda, his high school sweetheart, would become his wife soon after they graduated. They were a dream couple, went to college together, scored well-paying jobs, and were able to buy a nice big house with space for a couple new family members. Space that they soon filled.

They were the happiest family in the world, blessed with three beautiful children: Their eldest daughter Victoria, their second daughter Laurel two years later, and, after six more years, their youngest son Brad. They had everything they ever wanted. And all that Craig wished for was to grow old at Linda's side and raise his children the same way his parents raised him, with love and care, and to see them grow up to make him proud.

Chapter 1: Linda

"Oh, wow." Linda's murmur was of an ominous intensity.

Craig and Linda, both in their mid-30s, were sitting in their garden and enjoying the warmth of the summer evening, as well as the calm after the kids all went to bed. Craig had his eyes closed and let the sun massage his skin. But Linda, to whom 'de-stressing' was a foreign concept, just couldn't let go completely and, instead of relaxing in the evening sun, used the time to read news on her phone.

"Hmm, what's up?" Craig asked, opening his eyes.

"Oh, nothing, really..." Linda replied unusually shy.

"Come on, babe, you can't just say 'wow' and then not fill me in."

"I guess... But I don't even know why this popped up in the first place."

Craig moved over to Linda's deck chair and knelt beside it so that she could show him the article published in her favorite feminist magazine. It was something about racial relations. He needed a while to realize what he was looking at: Statistics about interracial sex.

No wonder Linda had been so shy about this, the article got quite touchy. And the featured numbers were extreme.

The bulk of the article was a representative questionnaire for white women, asking about their opinions on sex with black men.

30% of them stated to have had sex with a black man once in their life, 40% were strongly considering it for the near future, only 5% said that they would never want to try it.

82% believed that black men had larger penises than white men, 75% that they would last longer in bed, 84% believed they were more potent, 67% believed that black men were the better lovers.

40% agreed that "white women have a historical obligation to offer their bodies to black men", 52% agreed that "women who have sex with black men are less likely to have sex with white men ever again".

60% agreed that "having a black man's baby would be the best way to ensure the survival of my genes".

All these numbers were compared to the far lower results for these questions asked ten years ago. And, the younger the asked women were, the higher the results. 55% of women under 25 had had sex with black men.

Then there was a birth statistic.

Over the last century, white-on-white pregnancies dropped by 20%, black-on-white pregnancies rose by 40%. And both of these graphs looked like they were just getting started.

The author concluded: Ten years from now, every white woman under 25 would have had sex with a black man at least once. Of those, 80% would become pregnant with mixed babies.

Craig gulped. Ten years from now, that was when Victoria would turn 25.

Not that it would bother him if his daughter brought home a black guy or anything, he wasn't a racist. It was just that he would prefer to not think that way about her at all, she was his own daughter after all. But this article brought images to his mind that he didn't want to see.

"What a bunch of weird questions... who asks stuff like this?" Craig complained.

"You think these numbers are real?" Linda replied, biting her lower lip.

"I don't know, people make up a bunch of stuff nowadays..."

"I think they are..." Linda whispered, weirdly intrigued with the diagrams on her phone, and softly moaned.

"Are you okay, honey?" Craig worried.

"Yes... I'm just tired, that's all. I'm going to bed."

She slowly stood up and teased him with the sight of her thick ass as she moved inside the house.

"You wanna come with me, honey?"

He didn't need to hear that twice. The shy, nerdy girl he knew in high school had grown into an irresistible seductress whose plump, jiggly ass cheeks worked like a siren's song on him. Even her boring mum outfit didn't take from that. He would've crawled after her on all fours if she'd asked him to. But all she did was slowly take step after step, teasing him by slowing down on their way to the bed and running her fingers over her curves, impishly giggling at his reaction. In the bedroom, finally, she took off her sweatshirt, pulled down her jeans and revealed her soaking wet panties.

"Damn, that looks like a swamp..." Craig whispered and went on his knees to smell her wetness. "What's gotten you so horny, you little nymph...?"

"Who knows..." Linda blushed, "But you should take care of it right now."

Following her demanding tone, he pulled her panties down to the ground and revealed her dripping wet pussy begging to be pleased. With a sudden leap, he grabbed his wife and threw her on the bed, to which she would reply by giggling and spreading her legs, showing him his slimy, juicy pussy once more and rubbing it with two fingers.

"Where are you going?" she purred.

"Just getting a condom from the drawer, honey..."

"No." She commanded. "Come here."

He couldn't resist. He walked up to her, and when she pointed a finger to the ground, he lowered his pants and revealed his rock-hard cock to her.

"What are you doing, Linda..." he moaned.

She grabbed his dick with her pussy-juice coated hand and slowly stroked it.

"We're taking a risk tonight... After reading all those breeding stats, I somehow got really eager to do it a fourth time..."

Craig didn't know what came over him. In this moment he should've thought about what his wife had in mind. Having carefree, passionate sex, knocking her up again, would be fun, but irresponsible, and if she wasn't so weirdly in heat right now, she would've thought the same way. He should think about the tempting risk of dumping a load deep in her womb, although they both agreed that three children were enough...

But this wasn't what he thought about when she reminded him of the 'breeding stats'.

"Ten years from now on, every white woman under 25 will have had sex with a black man. 80% of them will carry black babies."

Ten years from now on, Victoria will be 25, and Laurel will be 23.

Without warning, his dick started throbbing. His breath stood still as he stared at Linda and his dick shot rope after rope on her belly. His heart was pounding in excitement and shame alike, as that image flashed in his mind again and again. His two girls, all grown up, sitting side by side and grinning, their bellies swollen with black babies.

"...what?" Linda asked dumbfounded and stared at her cum-plastered belly in disappointment. "Where did that come from?"

None of them was in the mood to continue after that. Craig took a quick shower, then went to bed while Linda was in the bathroom. He could unmistakably hear her pleasure herself to porn, seemingly not caring if the kids heard her. Sure, he felt bad about not being able to please her that night, still that was quite inconsiderate of her. Just what was she watching that made her forget all basic caution like that?

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The months after that, Linda changed. At first, she seemed to bring her college goth phase back to life, something Craig could definitely arrange himself with. His sweetheart was such a tease in those short black dresses and with those dire accessories, though the witchcraft symbols felt a little taboo. But soon they made room for something else anyway... small black spades with a Q on it. He didn't know what those meant, but he didn't care. It looked hot when his wife would run her fingers through her black hair and casually reveal one of those spade earrings, that's all he needed to know.

The other changes were less pleasant. Due to Linda's new style, he was constantly horny for her, but she never seemed in the mood for sex. She told him that she wasn't horny, and then she'd watch porn in the bathroom anyway, not even bothering to hide it from him.

Altogether, she seemed to pay less attention to him. When he talked about his day, she wouldn't listen, when asked for hers, she would hardly answer, instead spending a lot of time typing on her phone. She went out without him. A lot. That was very untypical for her, who used to be so shy around strangers. When he asked her about it, she dismissed it.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just having a few girl's night outs, like any normal person..."

Eventually those "girl's night outs" became a daily thing, leaving him with a lot of additional stress taking care of the children. The younger two were constantly asking where their mum was all that time, something which Craig couldn't answer. Only Victoria didn't seem to be bothered by it at all, and even helped him wherever she could. This helped him through the stress, seeing that his little girl grew into a woman who could take care of others. He was so proud of her.

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One night, Craig couldn't sleep. When Linda came home at 4 in the morning, he was still lying awake in their bed.

"Hey, honey." Linda greeted him nonchalantly after coming from the bathroom with an object in her hand that he couldn't quite recognize in the gloomy light.

She put it down on her makeup table, then took off her Q-earrings, then her other accessories and finally her clothes, unveiling the juicy body he missed so much. It was the first time in months that he had seen her alluring form naked in all its glory, and there he saw it. A tattoo on her right butt cheek. It was the same symbol as on her earrings, a spade with a Q on it. And it was huge.

"What is that?" He asked dumbfounded about the fact his wife had gotten such a huge tattoo without even telling him about it.

"That? Oh..." Linda gave a weary smile. "That's the Queen of Spades Symbol. Do you like it?"

"Well, I, uhm... it's pretty big..."

"Heh, well, I love it big..." she purred.

"Queen of Spades? What does that mean..?" Craig asked what he not dared to ask in all those past months.

Linda seemed to have just waited for that question.

She grinned, took the mysterious object from her makeup table and sat down on the edge of the bed, hiding the thing out of Craig's sight. Her delicate hand uncovered Craig's crotch, to which his ignored cock, aching for attention, sprung up rock-hard immediately. Linda's fingers with the black-painted nails wrapped around his manhood and started stroking him slowly. He could feel the cold metal of her wedding ring on the lower side of his shaft. Now that he saw her up close, it felt as if her breasts had gotten bigger recently.

"Babe, I am a Queen of Spades. That means, I'm a woman who knows to value the merits of big black cock."

Craig's eyes got wide. "You mean..."

"That's right. All these nights were I was out and you were eagerly waiting for me to come home, I actually spent in the bliss of being absolutely destroyed by black cocks twice your size."

Craig gulped. All this time, he had suspected it, but was to cowardly to face it. And now Linda outright told him, with her soft fingers wrapped around his cock, which was harder than ever, and every word stung like a knife.

"Do you remember that article we read a couple of months ago?" Linda purred, "About young women choosing black over white? It sparked my curiosity, especially after being confronted with your failure to please me. And... it is true. All of it. I've been seeing this black guy, and some of his buddies, and the sex is unbelievably good. They treat me like a whore, but they make me cum harder than I could have imagined, at least ten times every night. Honey, you just can't compare to that. Now that I'm hooked on BBC, I'm never gonna need your dick in me again."

"Babe, you, I..." Craig's head was spinning and his heart was pounding like crazy. Linda was the love of his life, they've been together for twenty years. Why was she suddenly saying things like that?

"All of it is true. Every last thing in that article. Every. Last. Thing. And do you remember what was the actual last thing they talked about in that article...?"

He did remember that. He knew what was coming. All he could think was "No. Please no." But he knew it was too late.

"A black new world order is coming, and I'm doing my part. I'm proud to submit myself to..." Linda whispered.

She bowed forward and enjoyed rolling the words on her tongue.

"Inter. Racial. Breeding."

She took the mysterious object and held it right in Craig's face. It was a pregnancy test. And it was positive.

"Not yours," Linda smiled, sending Craig over the edge.

He sighed in horror at the realization, and his cock started throbbing. Linda's hand let go of his dick to ruin his orgasm, and while he shot spurt after spurt of his white seed into nothing, making a mess of his bed, the black-bred Linda put her lips to his ears and whispered,

"I want a divorce."