This is the final part of John Meets Sandra.
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A few weeks had past since our honeymoon.
It was a Saturday, so I slept until noon. When I then got up I looked around in the apartment, Jamaar's door was closed so I guess that Sandra hadn't gone up yet.
Even though I had completely accepted Sandra's need for black men, I did wish that now that we were married that she would sleep in my bed a bit more often.
But still, I was married to the woman I loved.
I went out to the kitchen and got myself something to eat. As I sat there eating Jamaar's door opened and Sandra came out.
"Good morning." I said to her smiling.
"Oh good morning honey." She said back with a smile on her face.
She had come out with an open robe. Sandra looked awesome, I could see her gorgeous body, her big breasts that swayed as she walked and her well shaved pussy.
I had almost gotten rock when she closed her robe.
"Slept well." I asked her although I knew that sleeping wasn't what she had been doing in Jamaar's room.
"Well, I got a little sleep at least." She smiled.
"I'm just going to wash up and take a shower, and then I'll join at the table." She told me.
She then disappeared into the bathroom.
A few minutes later Jamaar came out from his room.
"Hey cuckold." He said to me.
"Hi." I said back.
Cuckold was his new nick name for me.
"Tell Sandra that I'm just going over to Tyrone's, I'll be back in a few hours." He told me.
"Ok." I said.
Then he left.
A half an hour later Sandra came out from the bathroom. Before she came over to the table with me, she went into the bedroom and got dressed.
As she then came over and sat down at the table, she gave me a little kiss.
I then looked up at her.
"Maybe you could sleep in our bed tonight." I asked her being hopeful.
"Well honey, I would like to, but you know that Jamaar has some rules about that." She told me with a little smile on her face.
"I know, I just thought." I said.
"I guess I could come in for a while tonight, so that you can lick me clean." She told me.
I smiled.
"Ok." I said feeling very glad.
I was very happy to eat her clean after Jamaar had finished with her. That way I got to feel her smooth body. And if I was lucky I even got to feel her soft breasts, and maybe even get to suck on those hard nipples.
An hour later we were sitting on the couch watching some TV, when the phone rang.
Sandra answered it.
"Oh hi Jamaar." Sandra said.
It was Jamaar on the other end.
They talked for about ten minutes, and then they hung up.
She came back to the couch with a small but nasty smile on her face.
"What did he want?" I asked her.
"He wanted to tell me that he and some of his friends are coming over later." Sandra told me.
"For?" I asked knowing the answer.
"For some fun." She told me.
"Well actually honey, we're going to have a breeding party." Sandra then told me.
I looked at her a bit confused.
"A breeding party." I asked.
"Yes, Jamaar and his friends are going to impregnate me." Sandra then told me as she looked at me.
"They're not going to make you pregnant, are they?" I asked in a troubled voice.
"Yes, and don't look so stunned honey. I've been wanting this for a long time." Sandra told me.
"But... but I thought that we might someday." I tried to tell her how I felt.
"Oh honey, did you think that you were going to get me pregnant someday. Oh that's so sweet." She said smiling at me.
"No, I'm going to have a black baby." She then told me.
"But..." I tried to say something.
"Honey, you can still be a dad to he or she." Sandra told me.
I looked down on the floor.
"I guess." I said feeling very jealous.
I thought to myself that this must be the ultimate humiliation. I imagined what people would say when they saw me and Sandra with a black child.
"Well I should slip into something a bit sexier don't you think." She then said.
"And John, they're going to be here soon, would you let them in and make them comfortable." Sandra then asked me.
"Ok." I said reluctantly.
I had to make the same guys who were going to knock up my wife, feel comfortable. Although this was making me feel very "uncomfortable", I didn't want to make Sandra feel unhappy. About fifteen minutes later the doorbell rang.
I went over and opened it.
"Hello cuckold." It was Jamaar and his friends.
There were two other big black guys along with Jamaar.
"Guys, this is John the wimp, he's Sandra's husband." Jamaar then told the guys.
They laughed a bit at me.
"Why don't you hang up our clothes." Jamaar then told me as they all handed me their jackets.
I felt a bit more humiliated than usual because I knew what was going to happen.
Then as I had hung up their jackets, I went into the living room where they had sat down on the couch and on a chair.
"Where's Sandra." Jamaar then asked me.
"She's in the bedroom getting changed." I told him.
"Yeah, she probably wants to look good for her breeding." Jamaar said and the guys grinned.
