My Story

I am the proud mother of a beautiful mixed race daughter. You might not think that this is unusual in this day and age, what with adoption, surrogacy and IVF, but what you need to know is, that I am happily married to a white man and have been for many years. Needless to say I conceived and gave birth during the course of our marriage.

Its a situation that has been awkward to explain to people sometimes, especially family. People are generally pretty complimentary about how gorgeous she is but inside they are all curiously aware of the obvious, I was, at some time, impregnated by a black man. I did once get asked by a family member how it happened and why, to which I answered, "simple, I lay naked on my bed whilst a black man fucked me. As for why, well why not!" But that's the short version.

To understand the real reason you would need to know and understand my husband. We were both twenty nine when we got married and had our first child, a son, two years after that. It was after our son turned three that my husband wanted to try for another child, (he really wanted a daughter), so we started actively trying again. We had been trying for two long years but experienced only misfortune and heartache. I fell pregnant three times and miscarried all three, it broke us.

My husband became introverted and spent hours on his own consoling his depression by watching porn on the internet. He was obsessed with watching married women having sex with other men, especially if it ended with the male lead cumming inside her married pussy.

It really wasn't long before he brought these fantasies into our bed. I wasn't complaining, in fact I loved the attention. We watched loads of porn movies and he showed me tons of pics, it was pretty hot and I was really getting into it. I did however notice a change in the things he showed me. Most of the content seemed to now be that of black men having sex with white wives. It was subtle at first, but it wasn't long before all the content he played was black men with white women.

At first I didn't really like it, black men were not for me, I guess that's because I came from a white conservative family, but I played along anyway, I needed the love and his attention, which was sorely lacking in our relationship, and our sex life had become interesting again. He started emailing me pics of naked black men with big penises and video clips of black men having sex with beautiful white women. Many of these pics had the same theme, married white women being impregnated by their black lovers as the husband watched approvingly.

I never realised it at first, but my husband had been grooming me for an interracial lifestyle a very long time, and it was starting to take effect on me. I was out shopping for drinks on a hot summers day when I took notice of a very good looking, stocky, black guy walking towards me up the aisle inside the liquor store. Something inside me clicked. I became incredibly turned on by him and started following him. I watched as he opened the walk-in fridge and went inside to pick up a six pack. I fantasized about following him inside that cool fridge and imagined him lifting up my summer dress, pulling down my panties and taking me from behind as I leaned over the stack of beer pallets. The thought of cheating on my husband and having consensual, unprotected sex with a strange black man in the liquor store fridge was extremely erotic and very taboo. It made me very wet.

Over the next few months, I became more and more aware of black men and how I actually seemed to attract them (and how much I was attracted to them!), I was getting hit on regularly, and this really turned me on. I decided it was time to open up to my husband and tell him how I felt. So, that evening, whilst we were lying in bed, I took control, something I had never done before.

"I've got something to tell you," I said as I cuddled up close to him, slipping my hand inside his underwear and grabbing his cock. I began telling him the story of what had happened in the liquor store. He quickly became erect and began to breathe deeply as I massaged his erection. I knew he would like this, so I continued in my sexiest, seductive tone.

"Do you really like the thought of another mans cock in your wife's pussy?" I asked him

"Yes!" he replied sheepishly and without hesitation.

"And what about a black mans cock in your wife's pussy?" I asked him again biting my lip and breathing heavily.

"Oh fuck yes! You know that' He grunted.

I let go of his cock and mounted him, slowly sliding myself up and down his length.

I continued.

"Do you remember that time that your band performed at the casino bar? That time that I went with you?" I asked

"Yes." He replied as he guided the tempo of my hips.

"Well, whilst you were gigging and I was walking around the casino, I got approached by a black man. He offered me a large amount of money to go back to his room with him." I said

"Ah fuck! You never told me about that. That's so hot! What did he look like?" Replied my husband

"He was tall, nicely built and dressed in an expensive suit, he looked foreign." I said

"I must admit, he was very sexy and his offer was very tempting. I found myself, whilst sitting at the slot machine, fantasizing about him, what he would've done to me if I had gone back to his room."

"Tell me about that fantasy." my husband demanded.

"I kept seeing myself naked on his hotel bed and he was fucking me. It turned me on so much to think, that while you were playing in your band, your wife was naked in some hotel room, being fucked bare back by a black stranger for money." I said

"Fuck, bare back! That is so hot! Don't stop, you know I love this!" Begged my husband

"It was so vivid in my mind that all I could think of was those big black hands all over me, his tongue in my mouth and his huge cock inside my unprotected pussy. I would've let him cum inside me just to see if you could smell it on the way home after the show. But what you should really know, in absolute honesty is, he made me so horny that I actually left the casino and went back to see if I could find him again! I had made up my mind that I would do whatever he wanted me to do if I found him and be back in time for your last song!"

This took my husband over the edge, he thrust his cock as deep as he could and came inside me, grabbing my breasts as he orgasmed.

I rolled off of him and we cuddled again.

My husband asked me if this was all true and I replied that it was.

"This is all your doing you know." I told him "You've got me hooked on black men now and they really like me."

"Why did you refuse his offer? You could've done this without my knowledge." Said my husband.

"Only one reason really, I was afraid that If I went through with it, I wouldn't be able to stop. I would probably want to do it again. I won't make the same mistake next time." I replied.

We lay together quietly in each others embrace, processing all these new things that had just come to light in our strained relationship. Things were going to be so much better now, I just knew it.

"Do you think its too late to have another baby my Love?" asked my husband

I took a deep breath and replied.

"I'm not sure babe, I'm so sorry, we've tried, I've done the best I can. What do you suggest? We can try artificial insemination or even adoption if you want but that's expensive and even then there is no guarantee."

"We could try something else." He replied

"Really? What?" I asked

My husband was quiet for a few moments and then replied nervously.

"We can try another man" he said

"You mean like a sperm donor?" I asked

"No, I mean another man having actual sex with you, impregnating you properly." He blurted out

I was surprised, shocked and oh so turned on, all at the same time. My pussy tingled.

"Lets be honest. If that hasn't worked out with us so far, how will having sex with another man be different?" I asked, aching to touch my pussy.

"It'll be different if it's a virile man" he replied.

"Oh, I see where this is going, you want me to have sex with a black guy!" I said, not surprised

"Yes." Replied my husband, almost embarrassed.

"You know that cant happen Love. Firstly, there's no guarantee that a black guy will impregnate me successfully. Secondly, how do we explain that I am pregnant with a black child. My folks will freak and thirdly there are long reaching consequences, this is a little human being remember, not a pet guinea pig!" I said. My pussy was soaking wet all over again.

"Its just my opinion Love, but there is no harm in trying until you fall pregnant, it will add some more spice to our sex life. The baby will grow inside you, it will have your blood, your DNA, YOU will be its natural birth mother and that alone means I will love it with all my heart. The sperm donor would be irrelevant, the sex would be consensual, guilt free and incredible." Replied my husband.

"We could get away with it if it was with a white guy," I teased

"NO! Absolutely not!" My husband snapped back.

"I still don't think it's the right thing to do babe, lets sleep on it, we don't need to make a decision right now" I replied.

With that, we cuddled up and went to sleep. But that wasn't the end of it, obviously.

For weeks, my husbands words played over and over in my mind, turning me on so much that I found it difficult to work. I found myself regularly looking at the pics and video clips he sent me. The thought of liberally being with a black man was so appealing. That beautiful contrast in our skin colour, his big black cock, freely ejaculating his potent sperm inside my unprotected, fertile pussy as many times as I wanted and what would it feel like to be pregnant again. The women in the video clips looked as if they were born to mate with black men. I wondered how many of those amateur housewives actually conceived after their black studs had cum inside them, it certainly didn't worry them, they gladly let it happen. I was now convinced that I was on a one way road to becoming a black cock slut.

That night I made my final decision, this time I jumped my husband. He responded lethargically and semi interested until I whispered in his ear,

"Lets make a black baby!"

"What? Are you serious? Don't tease me." He replied

"I am dead serious. Lets do it, lets make a black baby."

With that he pushed himself between my thighs and fucked me like we were on honeymoon, exploding deep inside me.

We lay in each others arms.

"Why the change of heart?" he asked me

"You convinced me. I see it as a win win situation. I really want to fuck a black man and you want me pregnant by a black man. I would be out of my mind if I didn't try it. What married women gets a free pass to fuck another man with the purpose of falling pregnant! So, husband of mine, how are you going to do this then?" I smiled.

"It wont be too difficult, you get hit on all the time" he replied laughing

It was amazing how much our sex life evolved after we had made our decision. My husband bought me an incredible black dildo and some beautiful lingerie to go with it. Life was good, all we needed now, was a suitable candidate and that was proving a bit more challenging than expected. After all, the guy that was going to knock me up really needed to be the right guy.

Six months had passed and I had almost given up on the idea as my biological clock was ticking, but then, quite unexpectedly, it happened. Whilst overseas on holiday in the UK, we were invited out to dinner with my husbands young aunt and her boyfriend. When we arrived at the restaurant I got the shock of my life, her boyfriend was a black man, a handsome, tall and very muscular, black man, about the same age as me. We spent the evening getting to know him and having far to much to drink. We hit it off straight away and I really, REALLY liked him. Later my husband said he could see a real spark between us, I guess he really liked me too. Anyway, the boyfriend, Michael, invited us to go back to his house and stay over so we wouldn't need to drive home. We agreed and made our way back to his, only a short walk from the restaurant.

As it was already midnight and we were all pretty tired and very tipsy we decided to go to bed. Micheal showed us the guest room and we said our good nights. I lay awake thinking about him. How he made me feel in the restaurant and wondering what treasure was hidden under those smart clothes. I fell asleep horny and wet.

I'm not really sure why, but I found myself awake again shortly after 2am! I was wearing my husband's shirt as a pajama top and my panties. Seeing as I was now awake I may as well go pee. I opened the bedroom door quietly so as not to wake my snoring husband and tip toed down the passage to the bathroom.

As I walked down the passage I passed Michael's room, the door was slightly open. I walked past slowly and quietly worrying that I might wake somebody up.

I smiled to myself whilst sitting on the loo. I admitted to myself that there was no point in hiding how much I really liked Michael and realised, that all through dinner, I could not stop wondering what he would be like in bed. He was so friendly; we even shared portions of our dinner. He would ask me to try something from his plate, putting his fork slowly into my mouth, watching the reaction from my tongue. (Very sexually symbolic, taking a black mans fork into my mouth. Lol!). Every now and again he would touch me in general conversation or put his hand on my thigh. I wished I had worn a mini skirt. I would've loved to feel that big black hand on my soft white skin. Each of those little touches sent bolts of electric lust through my body. I was so horny and I wondered if he was hard. It would've been so easy to touch his cock under the table. I wished I did. So much opportunity, but I guess that boat had sailed and he was Claire's man anyway.

At that moment I really envied Claire. "Lucky lady" I thought to myself. She's got herself quite a catch.

After finishing in the loo, I made my way back to the guest room.

As I passed Michael's room, the door opened unexpectedly and I walked straight into him. I got the fright of my life and put my hand over my mouth to muffle my surprise. I calmed myself down and looked at him. He was naked. His body was a dark brown colour and he was extremely muscular. I stared at him. He was a beautiful man indeed. He in turn looked at me dressed in my husband's shirt. He could see the tops of my thighs and the outline of my breasts and suddenly erect nipples poking through excitedly.

"I'm so sorry" he said

"I didn't expect to see anyone wandering about the house at this hour and as you can see, well, I sleep naked."

I had no words. We looked at each other in silence for a few moments, Michael smiled and held out his hand. Once again, I felt that massive spark between us. I offered no resistance as I slipped my hand into his and followed him into his bedroom.

Once inside we stood at the foot of his bed, it was a very large bed and I wondered how many women he had sexually satisfied on that bed. Would I be next? He put his mouth over mine, our tongues met and we kissed passionately.

Michael unbuttoned the shirt I was wearing and it dropped to the floor. My panties followed. He eagerly began exploring my naked body. His big black hands fondled my breasts, nipples and ass and I ran my Lilly white hands over his muscular chest and back. I could feel that wonderful penis pressing up against my stomach, quickly becoming erect.

"Oh!" I took a deep breath and let out a gasp. His cock felt as soft as velvet, warm, thick and long. I wrapped my hand lovingly around it and discovered that he was circumcised.

I began masturbating him, moving my hand gently up and down his shaft. It felt like his cock had doubled in length and thickness.

I smiled to myself and purred. "Hmm, I think it likes me!"

Michael grunted his approval, turned on by the fact that the hand wrapped around his cock, masturbating it and caressing it, had a wedding ring on it. He later told me he had fantasized about fucking a newly wed white woman for a very long time and now his fantasy was becoming reality. Here was a young married woman, completely naked in front of him, with his cock in her hand, her husband sleeping in the room next door. It didn't get much better than this.

It felt like a dream for me too, only moments ago I was fantasizing about this man and now I had him for real. There was no way I was going to put a stop to this. I was going to see this through all the way to a real happy ending.

My skin tingled with the anticipation of feeling his muscular body against mine and my pussy ached for his cock.

We fell onto the bed in a loving embrace, Michael on top of me.

As he moved between my soft white thighs, he said under his breath "NOW, I am going to fuck you!"

"Oh really?" I replied sarcastically, spreading my legs wider, giving this hung black stud unrestricted access to my most private area, an area that until now had belonged to my husband. I wrapped my arms around Michael's neck, pulling him in closer and once again, kissed him passionately.

I could feel the head of his huge cock pushing against the opening of my very wet pussy. I grabbed the shaft and guided the rest of it's length gently inside me.

I breathed out in total ecstasy as the muscles of my vagina stretched to accommodate the thickness and length of his gorgeous black cock. Michael let out a deep groan as he slipped, balls deep, all the way inside me. The head of his penis touched my cervix. We lay together like that momentarily, immersing ourselves in the myriad of erotic feelings that fired through our bodies. I loved the fullness of his cock inside me, the feel and weight of his muscular body on top of me and his warm breath against my neck. Michael loved the tightness and warm wetness of my pussy around his cock. We were a perfect fit. My pussy was always meant to be his, we both knew that. Michael was going to lay claim to my pussy by intentionally cumming deep inside me. It was as if he knew that I was ovulating. He loved the way my erect nipples pressed into his chest and the feeling of my thighs against his hips.

It was then that the reality of the situation became fully aware to me. I actually had this gorgeous black stud between my legs. I had waited so long for this. I had fantasized about this so many times and played out these fantasies in the bedroom with my husband, but none of that or any black dildo had prepared me for the reality. For the first time in my life, I felt completely satisfied, my body and sexual awareness in complete sync with his. As he slowly began to fuck me, any doubt, inhibitions or guilt that I may have had about doing this in the past, disappeared. There was no place on earth that I would rather be than where I was now and who I was with.

"This is how it's meant to be" I thought to myself completely engulfed in my new black lover.

"It's all true. White women ARE the perfect mates for black men!"

"If only my hubby could see me now. He'd love it!"

The thought of my husband watching me get fucked by a black stud without any protection and with the intention of impregnating me was a huge turn on and I found my first orgasm rising inside me like a firestorm!

I was filled with lust as he began working his rhythm. His cock slid in and out of my pussy, his balls slapping against my ass. I met every inward thrust of his with an upward thrust of my own, our loins crashing together over and over. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.

In the early hours of that morning he became my black husband and the father to the baby we were lovingly making together. I gave myself to him entirely, moaning shamelessly in pure ecstasy as each stroke brought me closer to multiple orgasms.