My wife Deanne and I have been together for ten years, married for eight, and have three wonderful kids. We had always had a very satisfying sexual relationship, and got along in every way. When we had only been together a short time, I started to have fantasies about seeing her with another man, and later about seeing her with a black man. By the time we got married, I wanted to see her in an all-black breeding gangbang, though she knew nothing of this.
I read a letter in a magazine about a married white woman who let black men get her pregnant, and I was hooked. I used to write stories in the computer about Deanne letting black guys cum in her, and draw pictures of her with black guys, and some where she was pregnant. Every time she got pregnant, I imagined what it would be like if the father had been some black guy she had picked up, and to make myself extra horny I used to pretend she
was
having a black guy's baby.
I didn't know that she had found my drawings and stories, and saw in the browser history that I had looked at almost nothing but interracial wifeslut sites, and interracial impregnation sites. Once when we were doing it during her period she asked why I loved being inside her during that time. I told her it was because she was so wet and nice and sloppy it felt like a black guy had cum in her. She asked me if I would like that and I told her I would love it. I got caught up in the moment and let it slip, but instantly regretted it. Even if she didn't think it was just some off the wall thing which excited me at that moment and really meant nothing, she was oversensitive to my feelings and would surely be angry and upset to think that I felt that way.
We didn't mention it again for a while, then we started a series of letters to each other, me begging her to try a black guy, and her telling me she couldn't but she would try to open up to fantasizing about things and sharing fantasies more. We did, and it was incredible, especially when she started to tell me stories while we made love. She knew what I wanted to hear, and it drove me wild.
After our third kid was born, Deanne started to go out with her friends for 'Girls' Nights Out.' Having lost the extra weight from having kids, she got lots of attention from horny guys, and loved dancing and flirting. She would come home and tell me about dancing with guys, and I would ask her if they were black. She would start telling stories, and then we would test the bed most of the night. Whenever she came home from these evenings she was always super wet, and she seemed to be getting quite a bit looser, which I thought was from the huge black dildo I had bought her.
Sometimes when she came home from a girls' night out, she was so loose and slippery it felt like I had already fucked her, and I wondered if she was getting it, but she never said anything and I trusted her completely. I had no reason to distrust her; we shared everything with each other. I started to get really turned on allowing myself to wonder if the fantasy was coming true and she was getting black cock. I didn't think she really was, but let the fantasy roll by not questioning too deeply (I later wondered if I had another motivation, as though I might be allowing her to do it by pretending to convince myself deep down that it was too good to be true, just a fantasy that she was playing along with. That way I wouldn't have to deal with the harsh reality of such a scenario, and all the ways it could go wrong).
One day she approached me and said we needed to talk. She seemed nervous. I asked if she was okay and she said that she was late. At first I was shocked, but she was really upset and I was careful not to overreact. I automatically put my arm around her to reassure her and comfort her. I told her it could be anything; there was no need to panic. I asked her how long and she said ten days. "Ten days? Honey you need to go to the doctor. Something might have happened. You're always so regular."
She stopped me and pulled a home pregnancy test kit out of the bag she held. I looked at her with a soft smile, and love in my eyes, and kissed her on the forehead. She held me very tightly, shaking. I held her hand as we went into the bathroom. I opened the package as she pulled up her dress and sat on the toilet. She was on edge. I kept rubbing her shoulders reassuringly, but she was still really tense. I handed her the device, and she held it into the stream as she peed. She wouldn't look at me. I felt terrible. I had confused, even encouraged her with our excited voyages into fantasy, my drawings of her with black men, stories of interracial impregnation and teasing about having a black baby, and obviously she had gotten caught up in it and something had happened. At this point I was in deep denial about the pregnancy, but complete and utter acceptance of her obvious dallies outside matrimony.
She was scared, and seemed to be ready to cry. We still hadn't spoken since she had produced the test kit from the bag. She was terrified, but as I accepted the reality that my sexy wife was a pregnant slut, I grew hot with excitement. The only nagging fear I felt was the worry that the father might be white. I remember contemplating how odd that was, because we could explain a white baby to everyone else as a failure of my vasectomy, but a black baby would be like a bomb going off socially.
I fought these feelings off, to be strong for my beautiful, sexy, possibly pregnant lady. We both held our breath as we waited for the lines to settle and tell us the fate of her egg. As we waited, I lifted her chin with my hand, and stared into her eyes. I smiled and softly told her how much I loved her. She smiled just as she gave in and the tears streamed down her cheeks. She reached out to hug me and we held each other for several minutes, almost forgetting about the test. We broke the embrace and she looked into my eyes, saying, "I love you..."
Before I reveal the test results, I'll relate the story she told me while we waited. One of Deanne's married bar friends, Tina, used to always get all excited about the black guys during their 'Girls' Night Out,' and would dance with them at any opportunity. She used to bug Deanne about trying one, and Deanne would just laugh. The girls used to joke around about it, and tease each other about giving a lap dance or whatever. Deanne thought it was all silly, but joking around was fun. She enjoyed the attention she got from all the men, and would occasionally get very turned on by one or another's advances, and used to fantasize about taking one out into the parking lot for a blowjob, or even a torrid, quick fuck. She knew she would never do it, but when she came home and told me about it, I would do everything I could to get her all fired up to do it. She was always very, very wet after these encounters, and we were both rewarded.
