Let me introduce myself. I'm Jenna and I've been married for five years to a wonderful man named Fred. Fred adores me in everyway. He calls me his little trophy wife among other sweet things.
Fred had a few of those boyish habits when we started dating. You know the typical things a man loves to do. Watch sports, among others. I think his worse habit was having me dressed up like a slut for him and parade around the house like a wanton whore.
Oh my gosh, I can feel him moving again. Oh, he's really learning how to kick and he hasn't even been born yet. You guessed it! I'm nine months pregnant and typing this story about this unusual open relationship I have with my husband. I might also mention the babies father, Lee.
That's right, you read what I just wrote. I know what your thinking right now. Your probably calling me a slut or a tramp or whore or whatever! Don't judge me until I've told you the whole story.
Getting knocked up by another man wasn't exactly my idea let alone being pregnant with a black child! That's right, I'm gong to have a little boy soon. We're going to call him Lee after his Daddy. Fred wouldn't have it any other way.
Fred has been a great husband during my pregnancy. He's been recording my pregnancy almost everyday taking pictures as my belly grew into what it is today. My belly is huge! I have a great figure and I haven't gained all those ugly pounds like some women do during their pregnancy's.
My belly resembles a bowling ball hidden under my skin. Oh gosh, there he goes again. He's going to be a football player like his Daddy. I just know it! He's been kicking me all afternoon.
It all started about a year ago. Like I said, my husband Fred loves to see me dress in those cheap looking dresses that resemble something a street walking whore would wear. I didn't mind picking out a few things to wear around the house for my husband.
I was dressed in this shear black dress one evening when Fred suggested we drive into town and have me walk into a night club dressed like I was. I said no at first but Fred kept insisting by teasing me and calling me chicken among other things. He was doing it in a playful way.
I had this dainty looking thing on when Fred went into my closet and retrieved a pair of my black sandals. The pair with the four inch heels. I helped me put them on and waited while I applied makeup in the bathroom. I remember walking out into the front room that night. My boobs bounced with every step I took. I wasn't wearing a bra and you could see my nipples through the thin material of the dress.
Fred drove us into town kind of in the sleazy area we don't normally drive into. I worried about being safe but Fred assured me we'd be fine. He actually worked with a guy that lived in the neighborhood which was mostly black.
Fred pulled into the parking lot and stopped the car. He turned off the lights and leaned over and gave me a deep passionate kiss as he fondled my boobs through my dress. He looked at me and smiled saying, "Good luck!"
He wanted me to walk into the club alone and said he would be inside in a few minutes. I agreed but I was scared to death. I got out of the car and looked toward the front door of the club which was facing the parking lot. There was a group of young black men standing around the door smoking and laughing as I approached. They all starred at me as one of them was gentleman enough to open the door for me.
I walked in. The music was loud. People were dancing. I made my way toward the bar and barely got within ten feet of it when a black guy tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and saw this hunk of a guy checking me out. He was like six-five or taller and built tuff. He introduced himself. He's name was Lee. He offered to buy me a drink so we sat down at the bar together.
I crossed my legs after sitting on the stool. I thought Lee was going to cum right there on his seat as he checked out my legs. I knew I was showing plenty of thigh to his eyes at that moment. The bar tender passed me my drink and I started sipping as I glanced toward the front door.
I wondered where Fred was. Lee and I started talking. He asked me all the typical questions. I wasn't wearing my wedding rings at the time. I knew Lee checked that out as soon as he laid eyes on me. I told him I was single. I figured I might as well have a little fun while I was out. It couldn't hurt to act single anyway. Look at all the free drinks I was getting.
Lee asked me to dance. He took my hand and led me to the dance floor. I was having fun dancing to the beat shaking my ass around as my boobs swayed to the music. I soon forgot about Fred as we returned to our seats at the bar. Lee kept me laughing with his jokes as he ordered us another round.
We talked. I got to know a lot about Lee. He was divorced. He'd been married to a white woman. He was telling me about their relationship and how they made love the very first time. His ex had never made love to a black man and either had I so I was intrigued as I listened to Lee tell me his story.
