They kissed again, with Karl’s mighty ten-incher pressing against her belly, then my wife spread out on the bed. Karl got down and began licking the sweet nectar of her cunt, and Makayla was gripping the blankets in her hands as she moaned in pleasure. After a couple minutes, Karl rose up and aimed his dark weapon at my wife’s vulnerable white pussy. She spread her legs a little more, beckoning him to violate her. He put the tip of his cock at her tight, wet entrance for a moment, and then pushed inside hard like a burglar breaking into a building. Makayla gasped as she received him, and in just three thrusts he was balls deep. She was moaning, kissing him passionately as her virile black stud pounded her relentlessly with his giant cock. I could see her stomach clenching and releasing as she orgasmed, and her toes curling, and those involuntary movements never failed to turn me on. Although Makayla came three times, Karl just powered through, fucking her in position after position. Finally, in doggy style, he announced that he was cumming. Makayla’s back was arching, groaning as she orgasmed, and I felt my own climax building in my balls. I thought it was almost magical, the way the three of us came simultaneously.
Karl left after their coupling, and then Makayla asked me to join her in bed. I was a little surprised, as we had already discussed the fact that I wouldn’t be having any sex with her until she got pregnant, but she indicated that she wanted me to lick her pussy clean as I do when she returns from her dates. I’d never tasted a black man’s seed before but it tasted especially delicious just knowing that Makayla was fertile and using no birth control with him. I managed to give her another orgasm in the process.
Over the five days, I had the opportunity to see Karl fucking her good and hard repeatedly. I always masturbated while watching them, but I also would jerk off later just thinking about what I saw. That huge black stud breeding my beautiful blonde was one of the most erotic things I’ve seen in my life. A couple weeks later, we were both overjoyed when the pregnancy test came back positive.
Before our son was born, we had to sit down our friends, neighbors and family to explain our lifestyle. There were a lot of questions, some hurt feelings, and we lost some friends over it. But we’re much happier now because we can live our lives out in the open, and everybody still in our lives either accepts it or tolerates it. Both of our families have been very supportive of their new grandchild, and they couldn’t love our son any more if his skin were as white as Makayla’s and mine. They just tell us how handsome he is and they can’t wait for more. Frankly, neither can I!
BEDROOM THERAPY
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2016 by Polly Andrea Busch. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or any method including (without limitation) electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This work is a work of fiction. All characters in the work are fictitious and any similarity to any other person, living or dead, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. All characters in this publication are twenty-one years of age or older. All rights reserved.
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“I’ve tried everything, doctor,” he said with sad resignation. Christian was complaining to our intimacy therapist, Dr. Bondari. I was sitting across from her at her office, with my husband in the chair to my left. “No matter what I do, I don’t seem to be able to please Megan. I try everything but she’s simply unable to get there.”
Dr. Bondari turned to me. “Did you read the books I gave you, about understanding your own body and pleasing yourself?”
“Yes, I read them. I tried everything but nothing has changed,” I said. “For some reason I just can’t seem to go over the edge. I can get up close to it but I can’t actually arrive. It’s not anything that Christian is doing wrong.”
“I agree with that,” Dr. Bondari said. “The problem isn’t what your husband is doing, but rather who and what he is.” She looked back and forth between us, pushed her glasses up her nose. “Before you met your husband, did you have any other lovers?”
“Just one,” I said, blushing. “I had a boyfriend in high school. We dated for a few years.”
“I’m guessing that this guy was also a ‘nice guy,’ like Christian? Somebody that you would have considered a potential husband?”
“Yes, of course.”
“That’s your problem,” she said. “Women often have difficulty achieving orgasm with gentle, nice men. It might sound strange but this is a part of human evolution. Hundreds of thousands of years ago, a woman needed a kind, supportive man to help her raise her children, but the children of those weak men weren’t strong enough to survive. If she chose a strong, powerful, brutish man as a sexual partner, he wouldn’t help her raise the children and, even worse, might be violent. The women who reproduced most successfully were cheaters, women who took a kind, inferior man as a husband but who cheated on him and got pregnant but strong, superior men. Although our society has changed, women still have this primitive wiring.”
“What does this have to do with Megan having difficulty reaching an orgasm?” Christian asked.
“Many women,” Dr. Bondari said, “have difficulty reaching orgasm when they have sex with their husbands. But there are some men who sleep with hundreds of women and never have a woman who doesn’t orgasm with them. In my opinion, the reason that most women have difficulty orgasming with their husbands is that they married a nice guy. A women doesn’t have trouble orgasming with a bad boy. A nice guy can try for hours to get a woman off, but a bad boy can do it easily without even trying. If a woman has interest in men, a bad boy will interest her most. There are few men like that, and women want the opportunity to be with them. It’s like winning the lottery to get to be with a bad boy, but she knows that she is not the first woman he’s had and she won’t be the last. So she gives herself to him completely, having him completely while he has her. And when an opportunity comes about that you can be with a bad boy you jump at it, you give yourself and want to give yourself to him, and hope he takes you.”
Dr. Bondari turned to me. “I think you should try having sex with a sex surrogate. I have a particular man in mind. He’s very popular and very skilled. I believe that if you have sex with a strong, dominant man, you will experience orgasm. And once you do, the odds that you’ll be able to climax with your husband will improve greatly. Is that something that you’d consider?”
“I don’t know,” I said, hesitating.
Christian looked at me and jumped in. “Yes, doctor, we’d like to do that. Can I get his information?”
On the car ride home, Christian said that he thought I should at least consider it. “We’ve been struggling with this problem for years. Why not see if this will work?”
“I’m concerned with how you’d feel if I had sex with another guy,” I said. He didn’t look at me, just watching the road. “I don’t want you to think I’m a slut.”
“I wouldn’t think that, honey,” he said compassionately. “You have a medical problem and this will help you solve it. If you had a broken leg, you wouldn’t feel bad about getting a cast.” He paused and said, “I’d really love it if you could reach orgasm during sex. If this will help, I think it’s a great idea.”
When we got home, we sat down at the computer in our den and went to the guy’s web site. His name was Juwan, and I found him to be a very sexy black man. His site had his pictures and some video where he explained his sexual philosophy. I was very impressed by what I saw, and I was very attracted to him.
I turned in the chair, facing Christian. “I’m totally happy with our sex life. It isn’t necessary for me to have an orgasm to enjoy sex with you. But if you really want me to do it, I would consider having a session with Juwan.”
Christian picked up the phone and set up an appointment for him to come to our house on Thursday ni
ght. That night I had a nice time in bed with my husband. Although I still didn’t cum, I was excited about meeting Juwan and I felt like I was getting closer to an orgasm.
The next day, Christian and I went to Victoria’s Secret and he helped me pick out lingerie that he thought Juwan might like. He picked out matching black-and-white lacy bra and panties, saying that they looked great with my white skin, hazel eyes, and long black hair. I felt very sexy and I couldn’t wait to meet my new black lover.
On Thursday night, I put on perfume and my new lingerie beneath my blue jeans and a white blouse. Christian and I were in the kitchen cooking when Juwan arrived. Although I’d seen him in the videos, I was struck at home attractive he was. He seemed even taller in person, towering over me, with a strong muscular body. He was charismatic and easy to talk to, and the conversation was fun. After we had drinks and some appetizers, Juwan led me by the hand to the bedroom. When I got inside, I locked the door behind me.
I couldn’t believe how desperately I craved this new man. My pussy was soaking wet and my body was tingling with excitement. His hands caressed my ass and waist as he kissed me. I literally felt weak in the knees, like my body was going limp, as I pulled him close to me, kissing him and inhaling his manly scent. Although I love Christian with all my heart, he’s a little on the nerdy side. Juwan, though, was all man, power and muscle. He quickly removed all my clothes except my panties, and I did the same to him, then pulled his shorts down.
I was surprised at how beautiful his penis was. It wasn’t even fully erect yet but it was very long, easily twice the length of my husband’s, and it was so thick that I wasn’t sure if I could get my hands around it. I seldom perform oral sex on Christian but I could tell that Juwan wanted it, and I wanted to please him. He was so large that it wasn’t easy to take all of him, but I licked the underside of his cock with my tongue while sliding my head onto and away from his cock. I started to gag and realized that I just couldn’t do it this way, so I stood up and tried to push him onto the bed. Although I wasn’t strong enough to actually move him, he went with me and lay down.
I got on top of his waist, knees to either side of him, and aimed his thick black cock at my entrance. As I lowered myself onto him, I felt his cock stretching and filling me like I’d never felt before. The feeling was indescribable. I put my hands down on either side of his chest, then I began to thrust my hips rapidly up and down. I could feel that huge head of his cock with each thrust moving inside of me. Suddenly, I felt a strange and powerful feeling in my clit and the outer part of my pussy, and instantly it spread up my lower back, then through my whole body. “Oh, fuhhhhhck,” I groaned, arching my back as my cunt clenched hard on my black lover’s mighty cock and I rode out a powerful orgasm.
I stopped, breathing heavily. “Oh my God! That was fucking amazing!”
Juwan was looking up, just smiling at me. “Damn, you’re a quick cummer. If I did that, a woman would beat my ass!”
We both laughed. Although sex with my husband was almost always the same – cunnilingus followed by ten minutes of doggy style – Juwan and I made love in lots of different positions for more than an hour. Just as Dr. Bondari predicted, I had no trouble climaxing with this sexy bad boy and his big cock. I’m not sure if I was having multiple orgasms or if a single orgasm would just roll on and on, but I had anywhere from five to ten orgasms before Juwan finally could take no more and pumped his black seed into my pussy.
I now have sex with Juwan twice a week, always scheduled. I learned that he has a full book of clients, but he managed to work me in. (Believe it or not, Dr. Bondari is also one of his clients – she uses his services once a week.) I always have multiple orgasms with Juwan. His cock just touches the right places inside of me, and I love feeling filled by his man-sized cock. But honestly it’s more than that. I really believe that it’s Juwan’s masculinity, confidence and raw sexuality that bring my body to climax.
I still have sex with Christian every week or two, and recently I had an orgasm when he was performing oral on me! Yes, it was a pretty mild orgasm, and it largely happened because I was fantasizing about Juwan fucking me with his huge black penis, but you wouldn’t believe how proud Christian was he heard I told him I was cumming. Christian and I are so thankful for men like Juwan – he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to our marriage!
HE WANTS ME TO HAVE HIS BABY
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2016 by Polly Andrea Busch. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or any method including (without limitation) electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This work is a work of fiction. All characters in the work are fictitious and any similarity to any other person, living or dead, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. All characters in this publication are twenty-one years of age or older. All rights reserved.
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“It’s okay, honey,” I said to my husband Elijah. “You don’t need to use a condom.”
“Are you sure, Katherine?” He was holding an unopened condom foil in his hand. “Aren’t you ovulating?”
“No, I can tell,” I said, nodding. “We’re fine.”
As we made love, my mind started to wander. I knew that what had worked before wouldn’t work this time. If I were pregnant, he’d know the baby wasn’t his.
Elijah is a perfect husband and just an all-around great guy. I feel very lucky to have gotten such a great guy as a husband. Like many young women, I was on the pill when I met him. We made love as much as he wanted until I got the ring on my finger. It’s terrible to say but at some level I just knew that I didn’t need to work as hard any more.
I also told Elijah that I didn’t want to use the pill any longer because I didn’t want artificial chemicals in my body. That wasn’t exactly true. While the pill is best for single women, I’d learned from older married ladies that condoms and diaphragms are best for birth control. The reason, they explained, is that barrier methods allow you to choose the fathers of your children.
And since I thought it would be messy to put a diaphragm inside of me, I put my husband in condoms. I let him pick out the brand and type that felt best to him, so that he’d feel like he was a part of the decision. Yes, he complains sometimes that he can’t feel very much but most of the time he’s allowed to go bare – I only make him wear a rubber when I’m ovulating.
Correction – when he believes that I’m ovulating. I keep a good track of my cycle and I like to put Elijah in condoms a few days before my ovulation normally begins until a few days after it is over. This way, if I believe I might become pregnant, I can get a little “careless” and allow Elijah to go bare for a couple extra days. He believes that we are being risky, but those “risky” days are actually perfectly safe. But when I get pregnant, he thinks that he’s the father.
It’s true that I haven’t always been faithful to Elijah. Over the course of our marriage, I’ve had at least one steady lover for most of our years together. The kind of men that I’m attracted to are strong, powerful, virile men who love to spread their seed around. They don’t use condoms, but frankly any man who would wear a condom or not hit on a woman because of a wedding ring isn’t the kind of guy I’d be interested in. I like a man who likes what he sees and takes it, without any regard to anyone or anything.
The bed was squeaking as Elijah pounded inside of me. His glasses were on the nightstand and his body was sweating as I held him against me. He feels so grateful when I allow him to have bareback sex with me. I love him, the big lug, and he’s an amazing life partner but he’s not the kind of man that I want as a sex partner or the biological father of my children.
Elijah’s thin little chest was heaving as he did his thing inside of me. His eyes were bulging out, so excited that
I was allowing him to penetrate me at a time that believed I was fertile. “Yes, baby,” I said, running my hands down his soft back and holding his little buttocks. “I’m fertile right now and hope I don’t get pregnant.”
Elijah is so trusting, he never questions me. Once I was sure that I’d been impregnated by my first lover Earl, I allowed my hubby to go bare late into the next month. When I came up pregnant, he never questioned the paternity. One day when Elijah and I were pushing our newborn son in the baby carriage downtown, Earl walked by. I gave him a knowing smile as we passed, and I noticed him smirking at Elijah. A man like Earl loves getting married women into “dangerous situations,” and a man like Elijah is there to “step up to the plate” and raise Earl’s babies.
A few months later, I met Randy, a sexy construction worker who lived a few doors down. We soon began a passionate affair, and I strongly desired to bear Randy’s child. Most of the month Elijah’s little boyhood was trapped inside a rubber sheath, rubbing pointlessly inside of me, while my lover was permitted to take me bare. My womb was constantly being filled with Randy’s cum. Hubby’s little tool never stood a chance, my eggs protected from his nerd babies by the rubber. When I began to feel nausea, I hid it from Elijah. The next time we were in the bedroom, I asked Elijah how the condoms felt. He told me that it totally ruins the experience for him. I “felt sorry” for him and “relented,” allowing him to go without the condoms early that month. Of course, I soon took a pregnancy test and it showed that I was pregnant. Although I knew that Randy was the father, I scolded Elijah for not being careful enough with his condoms.
Elijah’s breathing was getting shallower, his pace faster, his face flush, and I knew that his climax was nearing. I knew I was taking a terrible risk. Sure, I’d missed my period and I’d felt some nausea, but I hadn’t taken a pregnancy test. I lifted my legs against him, moving with him as he fucked me. For the first time, I was actually hoping that he might make me pregnant! I know it sounds crazy, but there’s a good reason.
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