Stacy's Pandemic Changes

Hi Everyone,

Thank you for your patience once again. Thank you to fellow authors (FirstTimeWriting, Fifth Estate, and Crimfolk) for your inspiration. And thank you to Todger for your editing skill!

This story, as the tags say, involves interracial sex, a cheating wife, cuckolding, and pregnancy. If those don't appeal to you, you might not want to read further. However, if those topics do appeal to you, I hope you'll find this story enjoyable, and if you do, please consider voting and a comment.

Thank you!!

DP

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Stacy's next couple of months were filled with highs and lows. The highs were spent at Darrell's apartment, whether during a workday or when she would sneak off to "run errands" on a weekend. On those days, she and Darrell, and sometimes Mr. Jackson, would spend the afternoon having sex. The sexual rush of trying to be impregnated was incredible.

The lows stemmed from her having to return to her husband afterward. She had to put on a persona she had begun to shed on her self-affirming trip a few months earlier. Reverting back to her old self was growing more difficult by the day and her interest in doing so was waning. She did draw some resolve from Darrell who routinely mocked Stacy's husband, Tim, or Roadhead as he was typically referred to. She was long past any defense of her husband and it was not unusual for her to join in or give Darrell more things to mock Roadhead about.

However, she felt her biggest low when she realized she was not pregnant. That she and Darrell or Mr. Jackson had not conceived a child. She knew they would continue to try. She knew her becoming pregnant by a man other than her husband would cause tremendous challenges. But the letdown was tremendous. In a real way, she felt personally responsible.

***

Stacy was out running errands on a Saturday afternoon which evolved more into aimlessly driving around to avoid going home and she found herself nearing Darrell's place. She hadn't called or texted or made any plans to be with him, but she couldn't help but ride by. She was in the process of telling herself to just go home when she felt a sensation come over her where her body almost said, "I'm ready. Today's the day."

Stacy saw his SUV parked and followed her body's lead. She pulled in beside him.

***

Roadhead, never a man known to put his foot down, had been worn down himself over the past few months. He stood at the window and watched Stacy leave that morning as he felt the widening gap between the two of them since her trip. She was different. Sexier, yet less sexual. She would routinely deny him sex even though her appearance and demeanor exuded sexuality. It was driving him crazy and making his naturally reserved personality that much more so.

He had only been successful in getting her to have sex twice since she was back. Twice in over two months! Both times he had to wear a condom and both times he was done in less than 30 seconds. He just didn't have the staying power since Stacy had him a constant state of arousal along with long periods of denial.

The second time was the worst. Stacy actually giggled when he started to cum. She looked him right in the eyes and was giggling as she said, "Already?"

Roadhead was still filling his rubber as he said, "S-s-sorry."

The shamed husband slunk off to the bathroom, stripped off his rubber and cleaned himself up. He could barely make eye contact in the mirror.

Roadhead's burden was actually to Stacy's benefit. His issues began to impact his desire to try and have sex which made her denying him that much easier. Additionally, she began to subtly exploit his performance issues.

Once or twice a week, with Darrell's seed inside her, she would tease Roadhead before the two of them went to bed. She would imply sex, knowing Roadhead would get overly excited, and then end up giving him a handjob, accompanied by a little giggle as he began to cum. It started out innocently, but she was doing it for a purpose. It reinforced his inability to perform which reduced his ability to try.

She would share these stories with Darrell during their afternoon encounters, or on her weekend visits like the one she was on her way to.

***

Stacy headed up to Darrell's apartment excited. She wasn't thinking about anything else. Just that her body seemed to be telling her that today was the day he would impregnate her. She didn't think to call ahead.

She arrived at his door and took a deep breath before she knocked. She needed to avoid pounding on the door. Her heart rate picked up in anticipation as she waited. She had left her bra in her car and her nipples felt as if they were throbbing as they stood proudly making their appearance known through her shirt. Her pussy was wet as it waited for its pleasure partner - Darrell's cock.

It seemed to take forever for him to answer, but it was only a few seconds. He had his award-winning smile on his face once he saw her. Before he could say a word, Stacy stepped inside and said, "I need your cock. Today's the day."

Darrell chuckled and moved to close the door and then Stacy heard a noise from inside the apartment. Someone else was there. Her heart sank at the prospect of another woman being there. She looked up at Darrell with wide eyes and then in the direction of the sound. As she did, another Black man, his arms lined with ink from tattoos, appeared, cracking open a beer.

Stacy's anxiety instantly disappeared and was replaced with embarrassment at the realization that this man had heard her blunt statement about wanting to fuck. But that embarrassment was fleeting as it as another rush of excitement took over when she saw the man openly and shamelessly appraising her.

Darrell's voice from behind her jolted her back to reality, "Stacy, this nigga is Quenton. We call him Q. Q, this is Stacy."

Stacy started to slowly raise her right hand as if to shake his hand, but Q reached down and took her left hand, more specifically, her ring finger, and slowly gave her wedding ring a little touch. He looked her in the eyes and spoke for the first time, "That's what I like to see. A wife learning her place." Q paused a moment and then added, "Heard a lot about you, girl. A whole lot."

Stacy's face reddened at his touch and his words. She didn't need to debate what he'd heard. Darrell sharing stories about her was made clear when Mr. Jackson had shown up that day a couple months earlier. She felt a smile appear on her face as she replied, "Well, I hope it was nothing bad."

The two Black men chuckled quietly at her statement which could be interpreted either way, depending on if it were them or Roadhead hearing it.

Darrell gently took her shoulders in his hands from behind her, and lowered his mouth to her ear. His touch, the proximity of the two men, and his breath on her ear and neck had Stacy's pussy flooding. He spoke softly into her ear, but enough that Q could hear too. He said, "Tell this nigga why you're here, Stacy. Tell him what we're working on."

Stacy leaned back into Darrell's touch her eyes fluttering to stay open. Fuck, she loved this. A lifestyle she could never have with her husband. She took a deep breath and licked her lips and looked at Q, she breathlessly spoke, "We're working...on a baby. I want...him to knock me up." She sagged further back into Darrell's chest.

Darrell said, "Not just me, right, Stacy? Doesn't have to be me, does it?"

Stacy shook her head which was still leaning back against Darrell's chest. "No. No, it...it doesn't."

"What's it have to be, girl? Say it."

"A Black baby."

Darrell whispered, "Can Q play, Stacy? Can Q get a shot at knocking you up?"

Those two questions seemed to set off little explosions in Stacy's libido. She took a deep breath and then almost hissed out, "Fuck....yessss....yessss...he...can."

"Tell him, girl. Don't tell me. Tell him."

Stacy's head was rolling side to side against Darrell's chest as her arousal and hormones were peaking. She needed cock. She needed one of them to fuck her. To knock her up. To make her Black pregnant.

She raised her head slightly to make sure she made eye contact with Q and then said, "Can you help put a baby in me, Q?"

Q was caught off guard. He was somewhat mesmerized by what he was witnessing. This incredibly hot white bitch that he just met asking him to fuck a baby into her. Even if he wanted to say no, he couldn't. His cock was too hard. He got his wits about him, and said, "Fuck yea, girl. I'll help you out."

Those words spoken, Darrell slid his hands down Stacy's sides and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. He again leaned into her ear and whispered, "Raise those arms."

She did as she was told and Darrell pulled her shirt up and over her head. Her gorgeous tits spilled into view, jiggling happily as they settled back into position. She smiled as she heard Q's intake of breath at seeing her exposed.

A moment later, Darrell's hands slid back up her sides to cup her breasts from behind, and again she leaned back into his chest. She used her left hand to reach back to touch the back of Darrell's head, and then turned and twisted her neck so she could kiss him. Their lips met and she was already on the brink of orgasm.

Darrell broke the kiss and started walking towards the living room, his movement guiding Stacy along since she was still pressed against him.

Stacy missed the unspoken communication between the two men. Darrell had motioned to where Q should go and a moment later, she saw him seated on the couch, his pants around his ankles. Darrell gently nudged Stacy in that direction so he too could drop his pants and take a seat near his friend.

Stacy smiled at the sight before her. Two lovely Black men with two delicious Black cocks hard and waiting for her. She debated how she let herself go without enjoying this for so long as she sunk to her knees before them. Her delight was obvious.

She knew Darrell had shared stories about her with Q and she needed to validate those stories today. She took his cock in her hand and appraised it, then looked up into Q's eyes. She held his gaze a moment and then dipped her open mouth towards his cock. She was close enough that he could feel her breath on the sensitive and pulsing head, and then she paused and said, "May I?"

Q chuckled and said, "Have at it."

Stacy smiled sweetly and said, "Thank you.", and then proceeded to wrap her lips around the head, her eyes never leaving his.

Q's next words were "Fuck yea, bitch." before he looked at Darrell and said, "I thought you was shitting me."

Darrell laughed and said, "Told you, bro."

Stacy giggled and pulled off Q's cock as she began to shift over to Darrell's. She said, "I don't know what he's told you, but whatever it was, he wasn't kidding."

Both of the Black men laughed and then sat back as the married white slut in front of them gave them spectacular head. She took turns gagging on each of them as she pushed them into her throat. The wet slurping sounds filling the room as her mouth worked them.

Darrell's experience with Stacy told him what she was doing. She was here to fuck, but first she was going to suck them off and then they would fuck. This was how they started their telework afternoons together.

Stacy was now very experienced at sucking cock. In the last few months, she had learned a lot. She knew to maintain eye contact. To always pay attention to the balls. To not rush, but to please.

Darrell had helped instill all of this in her and was proud of how she was performing. Q was simply amazed.

Stacy wanted Q's nut first. She had been kneeling between the two men, but when she felt he was getting close she scooted over so she was kneeling directly between his legs. He became her focus. She began to suck him off with intensity. Deep long strokes into her throat and then pulling back slowly. Her lips never breaking their seal.

She could read his eyes. She knew he was just about there. She took him deeply and began to hum. And then his cock began to throb into her mouth and throat. Thick ropes of his nut exploding into her belly. She massaged his balls gently, urging them to expend themselves into her. She swallowed him completely. Pulling back with a wicked grin on her face, Stacy licked around his cock to make sure nothing was missed, then she turned her attention to Darrell. His load was soon following his friends into her belly.

Satisfied she had drained both men for the moment, she sat back on her haunches and smiled up at them. Darrell took a minute and then leaned forward and reached to the back pockets of the jeans Stacy still had on. He found her phone.

He pulled the phone from her pocket and held it in front of her. He didn't say a word and he didn't need to. He just saw a naughty smile appear on Stacy's face and then she took the phone from his hand.

Q looked at her and then at Darrell with a "what am I missing expression?"

Stacy held up a finger to make sure both men were quiet, and then called Roadhead. He answered immediately. "Hi, Stacy. Everything ok?"

Q was shocked when he realized Stacy was calling her husband. When he heard the tone of Roadhead's voice, a lot of things seem to become clear and Q almost laughed out loud, but he put a fist to his mouth and silenced himself.

Stacy said, "Everything is ok, honey. I'm just going to be a while. I ran into a co-worker and we are talking. I'm probably going to be a bit. I didn't want you to worry so I'm calling."

"Oh. Um, ok." Tim's stomach was in knots instantly. Her voice just had this quality about it that made him anxious. But what could he say?

Stacy didn't let him debate it. "I'll be home later. Bye."

Q couldn't hold back after hearing that. Just as Stacy was hitting the end call button, Tim heard Q's laughter and his angst increased.

Stacy set her phone down on the table beside her and then stood up. She looked at both men and said in a provocative tone, "I trust you'll both make that phone call worthwhile?" Without waiting for a response, she stripped out of her jeans.

Naturally, both sets of eyes trailed down Stacy's body and went straight for her pussy. Darrell continued the theme of letting Q know that Stacy wasn't always like this. He was still seated on the couch as she was laying her jeans on the chair to the side, and he asked, "When did you start shaving that pussy?"

Stacy knew that question wasn't for him. He knew very well when that occurred. She smiled at him and then at Q and said, "When Dray told me to on our trip. Been that way ever since."

Darrell nodded appreciatively and Q looked at the two of them with surprise. He couldn't help asking, "What about your husband?", as he pointed to the phone. "What's he say about that?"

That caused Stacy to giggle. She hadn't really considered what he thought about a whole lot lately. In fact, her focus had mainly been on making sure he didn't get suspicious but she was now probably failing at that. She looked at Q and said, "He doesn't get a vote."

"You saying this motherfucker don't know what's going on?! He going to find out when you pregnant!"

Stacy was sidling up to Darrell on the couch as Q was speaking. Her body longing for his touch and the fucking that was to come. She felt that electricity as she ran her hand along his naked Black chest, marveling at the beauty of the contrast in their flesh. She dipped her head to gently kiss one of Darrell's nipples, then she looked over at Q and said, "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

She felt as much as heard Darrell's chuckle as her lips were again kissing his chest.

Stacy's naked beauty, her blatant sexuality, and her touching Darrell had Q's cock hardening once again. She made a point of looking at it and then smiled at him and said, "Looks like you are interested in me crossing that bridge."

"Fine white bitch like you? Fuck yea."

Stacy giggled and turned her attention to Q. She moved over and repeated what she had just done with Darrell, rubbing her hands on his chest and then leaning down to gently kiss each nipple. She then began to work her way lower, forging a trail of wet kisses his belly, before finally reaching his cock.

He was fully hard again.

Stacy slipped from the couch and back to her knees without ever breaking contact with Q's cock. She sucked him into her mouth for a few minutes to get him soaked with her saliva and then looked at Darrell. She didn't use words, but he understood her expression, and he nodded.

Smiling, Stacy slid her body up Q's torso, her naked breasts feeling the moisture from his cock as she moved. She straddled his hips and reached down with her left hand to line his hard shaft up with her waiting pussy.

Q's eyes, like her own and Darrell's, were locked on the sight. She touched him to her wet pussy lips and paused, feeding on the anticipation. Then she cooed out to Q, "Ready, baby?"

"Take my dick, bitch." was his reply.

Stacy proceeded to do just that. Her pussy, now well accustomed to Black cock, stretched to welcome a new partner inside her. She began to ride him with passion and intensity. Not a wild bounce, but a purposeful and meaningful fuck. The sensation of being filled with him was as powerful as it was being filled by the others. It was as if every experience was new. Every fuck was something to be cherished and enjoyed.

And she was getting good at it now. Nature might have blessed her with looks and a body that drew these men towards her, but it was the time spent with Darrell and Mr. Jackson that had taken, trained and molded a gift of nature into a woman whose skills were almost a match for her needs. If Stacy needed any confirmation of her own opinion regarding her sexual talents, the look on Q's face as she rode him wantonly was all that was required.

Her well-trained pussy was working to pleasure Q and milk his balls. She wanted his seed inside her. She was fertile and on a mission to be impregnated. Her leg muscles burned with effort as she rode him. Her lungs gasped for additional air. Her heart pounded in her chest. But she was not to be denied.

"Get it girl, work for it, show that cock what you are looking for" Darrell encouraged her from the side.

She responded, pace increasing, hands flat on Q's muscular chest for support, his own powerful heartbeat sounding against her palm, almost in sync with the loud pulse of her own body, the reverberation of her beating heart loud in her ears.

"I'm close" Q gasped. "Now's the time to jump off if you got any doubts on getting bred black."

If she hadn't been so close to orgasm, Stacy might have laughed aloud at the thought of stopping.

When she felt Q's hands on her hips, she knew his release was imminent. It was something of a telltale sign, similar to when the others would put their hands on her head before they unloaded in her mouth. With that trigger, Stacy pushed down to take him all and slowly used her pussy muscles and subtle hip movements to milk his seed from his full testicles. She wanted him as deep as possible as he nutted inside her. She held his gaze with her own as his seed bathed her womb.

Convinced she had completely drained him, Stacy slid off and flopped on to her back to catch her breath. Darrell didn't hesitate to take his position between Stacy's still spread legs. The prospect of impregnating her overcame any reluctance he might have had with sloppy seconds. His hard shaft was soon driving in and out of Stacy's pussy and pushing her to yet another orgasm.

Leaving Darrell's apartment an hour or so later, with Darrell and Q's DNA inside her, Stacy was confident the deed was done.

***

A little over a month later, Stacy confirmed things. The rush of excitement at seeing the home pregnancy test display a positive result was profound. A million thoughts raced through her mind. Fear. Excitement. Arousal. Anxiety. You name it. She sat quietly on the bathroom toilet staring at the test and trying to process things.