REVELATIONS AND NEW BEGINNINGS
I sat on the edge of my favorite chair, left arm on the arm rest and chin resting in my palm as I leaned forward and awaited what my wife wished to impart. She had asked that I come straight home from work and said she needed to talk to me before we went to the company celebratory party. Business was skyrocketing and we had become a multi-billion dollar enterprise. Since I usually came right home from the office after work, for her to ask me to do so gave me the impression that something important was happening. So, of course, I did as she asked. When I arrived home she immediately directed me to take a seat.
Perched on the front edge of the cushion of the chair, I watched with rapt attention as Carmen glided towards the chair directly across the slender center table from mine. Small and waifishly slender, Carmen was a nymphlike beauty possessing a skin tone similar to burnished copper that seemed to glow with an entrancing warmth like the effect of a rubicund splash of color at the edge of the world which heralds the birth of a new day, mousy brown hair that fell in a tumultuous cascade of waves to the small of her back and which sparked beneath the light with the glint of carnelian embers as highlights, and a face possessing the attributes of a fashion model.
Carmen had, in fact, once desired to be a fashion model. She'd even begun the initial phase of entering the profession, but then fate took a hand and that career path fell by the wayside for her. In other words, she became pregnant. Of course her having a child did not have to be the end of her career and she planned to get herself back on track shortly after the child was born. But again fate had other ideas and she almost immediately found herself pregnant again. After our second little girl was born we had an argument about whether or not she would again attempt to seek employment as a model. When I say we had an argument, what I really mean is that she argued about it. She argued both sides of the issue with anger, frustration, and a bit of fear that she would no longer measure up to the physical standards required for the profession. I just served the purpose of being a sounding board she could unleash the fury of her thoughts and feelings upon.
"You don't have to give up just because we have a couple of children, " I informed her one night as we were getting ready for the Christmas Eve party being held in the executive offices of the company I worked for. I reminded her that Tyra Banks was a mother.
"Tyra Banks didn't carry or give birth to any children. She employed a surrogate."
"How about Adrianna Lima, Cindy Crawford, Heidi Klum?"
"You know, your encouragement would work a lot better if you just stop knocking me up," she murmured under her breath.
I walked over to where she stood and wrapped my arms around her from behind.
"I would stop knocking you up if you weren't such an irresistible and insatiable little nympho," I had breathed gently in her ear.
Carmen and I sat across from each other for a long moment and did not speak. It was as if she was having a hard time composing what it was that she wanted to say. When she spoke there was a serious expression on her face.
"I know what you're trying to do," she finally stated. "For the last couple of days you've been sexually teasing me and filling me with relentless desire. You know this is my fertile time, and you know how hot I get when I'm ovulating."
I did know.
Wordlessly, I vacated my seat and walked over to where she was. Moving to stand behind her, I bent down and lowered my face into the crux of her neck where I flickered the pointed tip of my tongue against the sensitive flesh there, knowing it to be one of her various erogenous zones and wanting to give her a rise in that always smoldering area between her slender thighs.
"Stop that." She said, pulling away from me. "If you keep that up we won't make it to the party."
"We don't have to go. We could stay home and...."
"And what? Create baby number three? I don't think so." I watched with admiration as she slid the slender, delicate fingers of both hands down the front of her hot pink evening dress. The hot pink of her professionally painted fingernails shimmered as she sought to smooth the fabric across the flatness of her abdomen. It never ceased to amaze me that she never got fat during pregnancy like some women, but remained her girlishly slim self. When she was at her most gravid only her tummy would swell, and following her giving birth it would resumed its flat state almost instantly with only the presence of distended skin there to mark her as having given birth. "You know you can't blow this off. It's obligatory."
Turning away from me, She grabbed her coat and proceeded to leave the room.
"Come on. We don't want to be late," she said. "Shit. Now you're gonna have me wanting to fuck during the entire time we're at the party. You know how I get when my pussy is hot for it. You remember what happened at your high school reunion three years ago."
I was well aware that I couldn't miss the party, and I had no intention of doing so. As for what had happened at my high school reunion.... It was the memory of what had taken place that day that had me treating her the way I was. I wanted her pussy to be an overheated cauldron of lust when we went to the party. I'd mde arrangements I was sure would be a thrill for the both of us.
Thinking back with a warm smile, I remembered that we had just begun our relationship and were fucking like steroid enhanced rabbits at the time. On the date of my first high school reunion (five years after graduation) I had teased her relentlessly, keeping her succulent young cunt on perpetual simmer. I figured I would build her up and build her up so that following the soiree we would go back to my place and have the most explosive and mind numbing sex. It almost didn't work out that way. Instead, what happened is that I got Carmen so worked up she lost it. I found her in one of the empty classrooms with a tall, muscular, blonde haired man. The hem of her dress was around her waist, her legs were spread with her cute pale lavender panties hanging from one ankle, and a long, fat, white cock was plundering the depths of her heavily creaming black pussy.
I broke them up and took her home. We argued all during the drive about what had happened and she blamed me for what had transpired.She explained that she had a hard time denying her sexual urges. She said that she tried to control herself but when she saw Brian and his wife arrive (both of them stunning blondes with blue eyes and fantastic physiques) she couldn't help but to give in to temptation.
Carmen apologized for her behavior and promised to never cheat on me again so I forgave her. We then spent the night having the most glorious carnal marathon of pleasure. For me, it was perversely pleasurable. I kept remembering the sight of her wet black cunt wrapped around the prodigious girth of the man's long, white cock as I was eating her out. When the image rose to mind it made me crave her more and embarrassed me. I found it embarrassing because each time I was assailed by the vision of her being fucked by him I buried my face between her slender bronze thighs and dug my tongue deep inside her, wanting to taste the obscene combination of their juices.
However, that we spent the rest of the night having make-up sex was not what she was talking about. What she was referring to was how nine months later she gave birth to our first daughter and during the entire time of her pregnancy she had been worried that the child might not be mine and I would leave her.
I should clarify now that when the child was born it was obvious from the start that I was not her biological father. The baby was born with a tone of skin that was lighter than her mother's and a curly crop of hair the hue of wet golden sand. When she was presented to me the nurse stood a little too close and watched my reaction, as if concerned I would do something to harm the child. What neither Carmen nor the nurse could know was that, while Carmen was worried about my reaction and that she would find herself alone, during those nine months I was growing closer and closer to both the mother and the unborn child.
While Carmen seemed to dread the situation and its possible consequences, I found them to be extremely revealing of myself. On the one hand, when I thought about seeing Carmen with the white guy in the classroom I felt a sense of jealousy and pain course through my heart in a continuous wave of heat and I would think of how much she acted like a slut when she was with him. On the other hand, when I thought about seeing Carmen with the white guy in the classroom I was overwhelmed by how hot the scene was and how much she looked and acted like the most beautiful and perfect little black slut, writhing whorishly beneath him while her arms and legs clasped his body to hers. The more I thought about it the more profoundly it affected me. I began to imagine her cheating on me with other men. I found myself jerking off as I imagined walking in on her while she was being fucked by one of our neighbors or her going out on a date with a stranger and then bringing him home and having him fuck her right in front of me. And the more I thought of it happening the more I wanted it to happen. However, she had made a promise to not cheat on me again and I was sure she planned to keep it.
As for the pregnancy and birth of the child, I wasn't the least bit worried about how the baby was conceived. I truthfully did not question whether the baby was mine or not. If that had been a question in my mind, I could have simply requested a non-invasive prenatal paternity test. But the issue of biology was the furthest thing from my mind. Carmen was carrying a new life inside her and I was sure that life would be beautiful no matter how it was conceived. I wanted to be a part of that.
