As I got into the house, all I could think about was going to the computerโstraight to Omar's websiteโand watch what I pictured that night being for me: an extramarital, interracial insemination. I was so wet and out of control, I expected to be able to get three fingers inside.
Just as I was getting there, Mike steered me toward the bedroom, wordlessly reaching around to unfasten my shorts and slide them down. He paused when he felt the river running out of me, and by the time we got to the bed, we were both naked and his tongue was deep inside me as I settled back, spreading wide for this wildman. My head was swirling for so many reasons, I couldn't concentrate on anything but controlling my screaming as I released almost immediately, and then again before getting under some sort of control.
As eagerly as I anticipated an event of some kind with Omar, eventually, my husband was still the man of my dreams. He made me cum super hard, gave me multiples routinely, and always put his all into it. He wasn't even undersized at all. At times I had trouble taking him all. And we truly loved each other, which always made it so intimate for both of us. But this time I was so loose from anticipation combined with taking my black dildo inside me several times a day, that while he tried as hard as ever, it had the appearance in my agitated state of being smaller than usual.
And I can't say I was only thinking of Omar, because I sensed my husbands presence with me with all my being. It always felt that way with him, but flashes of that wicked, knowing smile of white teeth beaming out of Omar's chuckling black, bald head kept looming right in front of my face, teasing, reminding me what could be inside me tomorrow night.
When I was finally starting to settle down from a continuous stream of uncontrolled orgasmic seizure, almost getting into a casual rhythm, Mike started to lose control, at just the right time as always. I've always loved feeling him cum inside me, so forceful and deep, spurting up into my depths and spraying what seemed like a lot in me, which always made me hot enough to cum one last time. But this time, he kind of held in me and seemed to strain for nothing.
Because I had been hammering myself with Jamal and daydreaming about Omar's cock for so long, and the fact that today's conversations had made me the most excited I had ever been, the wettest for sure, I could barely feel anything, and I remembered a remark I had read several times: Interracial cuckold couples who still had sex usually had mostly 69, because a woman who gets black cock regularly is quite loose, and often filled with cum that cuckolds find yummy, licking her is the best way to get him hot, unless he's just a wimp type cuckold, sub, and then that's all he allowed. Either way, it occurred to me that Mike had maybe already had my pussy for the last meaningful time, that he likely wouldn't cum inside me anymore, or not very much. I later realized that he must have been jacking himself off five or more times a day (I later found out up to 8 times in a day since Omar had begun to flirt with me) But by then I was thinking of other things.
So many thoughts were roaring through my head like runaway trains. I thought about everything from the accuracy of the ovulation testers Omar used on his site, whether they were even real, if my calculations were correct and I would be at absolute peak fertility with my new black paramour shooting his sperm inside my uterus. I thought about how the baby would affect our friendships, Mike's reputation, our relationship. I wondered for the first time about the future; would Omar stay living in the apartment, would I keep seeing him, would he and Mike get along afterwards, would it all get complicated? Would notoriety from the website cause big problems around the neighborhood? I ran through the timing to figure out my rough due-date, I even started to go through appropriate baby names. The only thing I didn't dare think about directly was whether I could actually go through with allowing a man besides my husband, a black man, a stranger basically, to have intercourse with me, to inseminate meโmake a beautiful living baby inside me, to make me a black-cock-breeding-slutwife amateur porn slut. Wearing my brave (horny) face I convinced myself that was a given, though a small voice inside me said, "We'll see..."
When we finished, I basically kissed Mike on the cheek and rolled over back to sleep. I awoke at nearly noon, taking care of a few household chores before spending the rest of the day preening and making myself as desirable as I possibly could.
My head still swirled with details and small worries, but I felt a bit better based not only on my complete surrender to feeling aroused by Omar, but also on how easily I gave myself permission to make myself over, to try my hardest to look good for a new man, something I hadn't done since I met Mike. I had a few pangs of guilt when I realized I might be tricking myself by not addressing the nay-saying voice inside me. That maybe it knew something I didn't, like that I didn't have the nerve to go through with this insanity. What it came down to was the knowledge that I had found an inarguable excuse for each of my concerns. Most of them were flimsy, some even silly, but I could always plead later that I was thinking clearly and those excuses seemed logical at the time. Finally, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that Mike was convinced, I was just beating myself up. The one nagging thought I had was that when I saw Omar naked, I would not be able to stop myself from mounting him. There was no way around this. If it got that far, I would have a baby. That seemed to take control from my hands, and I stopped worrying and started to drift into an orgasmic gluttony.
I stared at video after video of married white women falling prey to Omar's charms, his boundless sexuality, his immense cock, that incredible staying power, and all that sperm, never wasted. I watched through glassy, dazed eyes as one woman after another spread for him and allowed him to make a baby inside them. This washed all doubt away as I realized the sheer quantity of white women impregnated by this one black stud was enough that I could fit in easily, yet he provided links to many other 'breeding brothers.' Each of them had to be pumping out many pregnant white wives. There was even a link to apply to take part in a breeding club, which was for white women to go become black pregnant in a group environment. As I accepted everything I drifted into semi-conscious feverish ecstasy.