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.
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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.
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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.
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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."
