Revelations And New Beginnings

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.

What I realized from my experience of those nine months was that I loved Carmen for who she was and that I was looking forward to the life we would share together.I didn't want her to change. She had confessed to having an extremely high sexual nature... I wanted to share in that too.

I convinced her to marry me before the birth of our first child. I believe part of the reason she agreed was that it gave her a sense of security and stability to look forward to. I wanted that for her too. I wanted her to know she could trust in our love and that I would be there to support her and our family.

When we said our "I do's" I think I surprised her when I announced aloud as a part of our vows that I released her from the promise she'd made. At first she appeared confused, but when I reached out to tenderly caress the swell of her belly and said I want her to be her and that I accepted all that comes with it, she understood and tears of happiness streamed in gleaming wet lines down her cheeks.

"I love you," she had said.

As I watched her go from the room, my eyes following the seductive gentle sway of her slender hips as she moved. I felt my mouth water at the sight. I couldn't help it. Every time I caught sight of that cute, little golden ass of hers I wanted to kiss and caress it. I wanted to bury my face in the warmth between the smooth, tight cheeks of her buttocks to press my lips against the tender, brown furred lips of her twat and eat her out until she squirt a hot, fragrant stream of her delicious nectar over my tongue and down my throat.

Grabbing my coat, I followed her downstairs, past the babysitter, to the car. At the car I pinned her against its passenger side door and kissed her as I ran my hand down along the side of her body. I could feel her trim form relax and virtually melt into mine as she raised one leg to hook behind my thigh while wrapping her arms around me and kissing me back. When our lips parted she looked up at me.

"I know what you're doing. Are you sure this is what you really want? If this happens there won't be any going back. I mean, this is a party where you work. Everybody you work with will know about it," she said.

"And what will they say? Damn! That black motherfucker's wife is hot! Yeah, she's hot alright. She's a nasty little nigger hot wife," I mimicked, leering at her lewdly as I exaggeratedly licked my tongue over my lips as if observing the tastiest dish. "That's a proper nigger bitch if there ever was one. White fucked and white bred. And she bred white first, like a black slut is supposed to. I heard she spread her legs for so and so at the party. Wonder if they sent her home carrying another white baby...."

Carmen stared at me for a long moment, her eyes both serious and smoldering with lust. The topaz of her hazel eyes flared with heat, boring into me as if they were overheated embers trying to peer into the depths of something dark. I immediately realized she was trying to gauge the depths of the desire I was displaying and whether the darkness of my intention matched the perverse nature of her own sexual intimations.

"Is that what you want?" She asked when she spoke.

"What?"

"Do you want me to be a nigger bitch? A white cock loving black slut?"

"Yeah," I answered with barely any hesitation.

"And how long have you had this desire to be my cuck?"

"I knew I wanted you to fuck other men, especially white men, shortly after I caught you with Brian at my high school reunion. I had thought you were hot before that, but after seeing you with him it was as if your hotness meter rose to a level I never dreamed was possible," I replied as I continued to hold her pinned to the side of the car with my body. For her part, Carmen began to writhe enticingly. Seductively. Coaxing the full truth from me. "It was the sight of you being fucked by a hot white guy that made me realize I really loved you."

"Wait. The sight of another man railing me made you realize you were in love with me?" She asked with a frown. Despite her obvious confusion, she remained aroused. Leaning forward, she murmured softly in my ear. "And how did seeing me with my arms and legs wrapped around a white man's strong, muscular body as he pounded his long, fat, white dick into my wet black cunt make you know you loved me?"

" I don't really know how to explain it. I mean I was experiencing so many different things at the time. Anger, jealousy, admiration, lust.... It all just exploded within me until all I could feel and all I could see was like the heat and light of an exploding star." I caressed her cheek tenderly with the tips of my fingers. "That's how I knew I loved you and wanted to share a life with you."

"And the reason you were so calm about the paternity of the child was...?"

"Because I had already made my choice, and that choice was you. I knew I loved you. I knew I wanted you. And I knew I wanted everything that came with you." I pulled back just enough that I could look in her eyes."When I saw you with Brian.... When I saw how you were with him. The way you encircled his body with your legs and your fingers dug into his arms as your body undulated whorishly beneath him let me know that what I was seeing was not only the vision of a black woman being taken by a white man, it was the vision of a back woman who possessed a yearning to be taken by a white man. I was a little confused at first. But after taking some time to think about it, I realized you not only desired white cock, you needed it. I was not the epitome of the perfect man to you. Brian was a representation of the man of your dreams. The man you fantasized about fucking whenever you played with that sweet, black slit between your thighs was tall, muscular, blonde haired, blue eyed and white skinned."

Carmen slowly disengaged herself from me and slid away to the side to escape from the manner in which I held her pinned against the car. She released her breath in a long sigh as if some pressing weight had been lifted from her.

"I'm glad you know that. From the first moment I began to have sexual thoughts, my dreams and fantasies have been of white men. The truth is a white man was my first, and every man I've ever had sex with besides you has been white. I never even considered black men sexually before you. My first desire was to have a white boy fall in love with me and make me his girlfriend. As I grew a little older that changed to my wanting to marry a white guy, make love to a white guy, and have children by a white guy. When I first had sex I let a white guy named Greg, who I really liked, pop my cherry and I came so hard I knew I had made the right choice to ignore my black girlfriends who warned that people would think I was a white cock slut and call me a nigger bitch. By the time that first night was over, Greg had fucked me at least five times and I had cum so much I'd lost count. The night started with me being a hot, little black virgin, but when morning came I greeted it as a completely different person. I didn't care if other people thought I was a white cock slut. I knew I was a white cock girl. I had suspected it all along and that night proved it. As for my being considered a nigger bitch, I knew that was true too." She gazed into my eyes without even a hint of shame or embarrassment. "Do you know the difference between a black girl who has sex with her white boyfriend and a true nigger bitch? The black girl who is fucking her white boyfriend is in love and thinks he is the one. A nigger bitch, on the other hand, realizes she was created for the sole purpose of being a sexual pleasure toy for white men and women. I had no doubt that I was a nigger bitch and was not offended when I was referred to as one. In fact, it turned me on when I was called a nigger bitch. Nothing made my cunt wetter than when a white man or woman called me a nigger. Having a dominant white man or woman call me a nigger never failed to make my panties drop and turn me into a submissive little, black fuckdoll to be used for their pleasure.

"Ain't that the most twisted shit you've ever heard?" She asked.

"It is twisted by normal convention, yeah. But what's twisted like painful coils of barbed wire to some is twisted like strawberry flavored twizzlers to others. I think it's perverse and obscene and degrading and depraved," I said, shaking my head with a chuckle.

When I laughed a surprised look appeared on Carmen's face. Then she laughed with me.

"I don't believe this, I figured most black people would find my enjoyment of being dominated like a black slave girl serving her white master to be repulsive. But you.... You get off on it."

I most definitely did. The image that immediately appeared in my head was of Carmen's petite figure placed on her hands and knees while some giant of a man with blue eyes and an oversized white prick was kneeling behind her with his hands grasping her by her hair to control her as he pounded at her cream slathered, brown haired black cunt. I envisioned the long, fat pillar of his slickened shaft as it moved in and out of her wide stretched snatch, causing her to squirt repeatedly, and recalled the smell that filled the air with a savory oceanic tint which made my arousal at the sight intensify and my taste buds tingle.

"The memory of you and Brian is still vivid despite the time that has passed. And it still affects me, despite the time that has passed." I admitted. I was almost drooling and Carmen picked up on that.

"And are you also reminiscing about the way my fertile black cunt tasted after it was spiced with the potent seed of my white baby-daddy?" She asked. She gazed at me, her eyes filled with mischievous humor and the intense excitement of her own perverse recollections. "I remember how, after our argument, you ate me out like you couldn't get enough of burying your face between my legs that night. You didn't let me shower first or do anything to clean my dripping wet pussy. Instead, when we got home you immediately threw me to the floor, forced my thighs apart, and spent two hours with your lips and tongue licking and sucking at my juicing gash. Your lips clamped tightly to the plump labes of my lust swollen, hair fringed labia and your tongue flickering and swirling at and around the coral bud of my erect clit, driving me crazy with pleasure."