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Authors name: EZ Riter (ezriter@hotmail.com)
Story title : Baby
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Dear Reader, This is a significant rewrite of a story
originally posted in April 1998.
WARNING: Story Codes: humiliation, nonconsensual,
pregnancy, adultery, and interracial. If you don't like
that sort of thing, why don't you try some of my lighter
works.
Thanks to Ruthie for editing and for story line
suggestions. E.Z.
BABY
Mandy and I started dating in the seventh grade. She's
the only woman I've dated and I've always thought I was
the luckiest man alive to have her. Why she picked me,
I'll never know.
I'm an average man at five eight and one hundred forty
pounds. Mandy's small, only five feet tall and one
hundred five pounds. I'm average in appearance, too, but
her appearance is far above average. She's beautiful with
a delightful feminine figure.
When we married before our freshman year in college, we
were virgins eager to begin our lives together. Our first
sex was on our wedding night. My hands trembled as I
unrolled a condom while Mandy smiled sweetly up at me
from our wedding bed.
"Don't use it, Sammy. Please," she whispered.
"You might get pregnant."
She wrapped her hand around my unprotected cock and
pulled me toward her.
"I want to be pregnant. You know that."
"But we're just starting out."
"Let's start by letting nature take its course. Make love
to me where I can feel you, not a condom, Sammy."
From that first night or maybe the night after, Julie was
created. She was born nine months to the day after we
wed. Our second child was another girl, who we named
Jenny. She was born when we were juniors.
We struggled through college as we both worked and went
to school. I graduated on schedule and went to work for a
big company as an accountant. A year later, Mandy
graduated and started teaching second grade.
Neither Mandy nor I are leaders. We're both content being
followers, which reflects our passive personalities. Our
peaceful life style reflects that, too. We worked hard,
saved, played, loved our children, and enjoyed what
Americans call the good life.
Ours was a placid marriage. The one major disagreement
was the number of children. She wanted five, but I
insisted we stop at two, which is one of the few times I
stood up to her. Mandy was never happy with that
decision. It was the only bitter point between us.
In marriages like ours, money's an issue because it's in
short supply, but Mandy wasn't a woman who longed after
wealth. She wanted more children. I was the one who
longed for a more financially successful life.
Julie was fifteen and Jenny almost fourteen when Mandy
and I went with friends to Las Vegas.
We had a wonderful time, and I won $30,000 gambling.
I thought I'd found a way to ease the money problems and
give us a better life. I didn't know I'd sown the seeds
of our destruction.
Gambling's a terrible, uncontrollable addiction in some
people. I was one of those. I gambled on everything I
could find: football, basketball, horses, numbers. After
we returned from Vegas, I won a little, but then the
losses came in waves. I increased the amount I gambled
because I knew my luck would change. And it did change -
for the worse. In six months, I lost our savings, the
kids' college funds, everything. And I lost even more as
my bookie gave me credit.
Mandy knew nothing about it.
"Sam Johnson, get your ass over here straight from work!
Don't mess with me, boy!" the horrifying voice on the
phone said.
The sweat oozed from my face as his violent disconnection
rang in my ears. I was $20,000 in debt to my bookmaker
and not a dime to my name. They'd been trying to collect
for a month. My time was up. I went to the bathroom and
threw up.
I shook uncontrollably and my clothes were soaked in
sweat as I entered the store front office. The bookie
grabbed my arm, dragged me out the back door, and shoved
me into a large van, which had been modified to allow a
person to stand. Someone picked me up like a child and
jammed me on the floor of the van on my knees.
I looked up at one of the biggest men I'd ever seen.
"I'm David Winston White. Leroy works for me. I
understand you won't pay your bills."
"Look, I . . . "
He moved quickly, like a tiger leaping on its prey and I
was the lamb he was devouring. His massive left hand
crushed the back of my neck and lifted me several inches
in the air. His fingers were so long and strong they held
my jaw shut. And his right hand grabbed my cock and
balls. I felt him began to squeeze as I stared into the
coldest, most evil black eyes in the world. I whimpered,
and tears fell down my face. The pain in my balls was
unbearable.
He dropped me. I fell to the floor sobbing.
"I want my money now."
"I don't have it."
"But you have a way to earn it."
"How? Tell me how?"
"You have a wife and daughters, don't you?"
"No," I gasped.
"Janet, stand! Look at her, Sam!" he commanded.
A petite white woman stood in the corner of the van. She
was naked. She had massive breasts and a sad, frightened
face that looked sixty although her body looked much
younger.
"Tell him your story, Janet!"
"I was a sales rep, but I got addicted to gambling. I'm
paying off my debt by being a whore for Mr. White."
"Come suck my cock, Janet!"
She scurried to him, quickly kneeling and fishing his
cock from his trousers. It was massive, easily the
biggest I had ever seen, but it was proportionate to the
rest of him. Mr. White was probably six six and two
hundred fifty pounds. Janet sucked the cock head, but his
hand on the back of her head forced it into her mouth.
"Watch, Sam! Watch the stupid white slut suck my cock.
Tomorrow night I'm coming to your house. I'll leave with
my money or I'll leave with your wife and daughters.
They'll do what Janet's doing until I have my money!"
"No. Please. Have mercy," I whimpered.
"I've no mercy for you, boy. Your wife and daughters'll
be my whores until they earn back my money. Now, come
here! You need to learn what sucking my cock's like since
you're forcing your wife and daughters to do it."
He shoved Janet aside and yanked me between his legs. I
felt like a child, unable to resist even if I had tried.
His huge cock barely fit in my mouth. He didn't care
about that. He jammed it in and out. When I put my hands
up in protest, he whipped his cock across my face like a
hard slap. When he came, he pulled out to cover my face
in his sticky goo. He shoved me out of the way.
I was too terrified to even wipe his dripping cum from my
cheeks. Janet scurried between his legs again to clean
his cock with her mouth, sucking and slurping, as I felt
his cum drying on my face.
"Tomorrow night. Don't try to run or hide or call the
police. It'll only make me mad! Now get out."
It was late when I got home. I'd cleaned up at a service
station, then stopped at a bar for liquid courage. Mandy
was asleep when I got home. I sneaked in the shower
before I crawled in our bed, wondering if she'd ever be
there next to me again.
I couldn't sleep. My mind, body, and soul were paralyzed
by fear: fear of what I'd done, fear of what would happen
to my family as a result. I left early for work the next
morning before Mandy awakened. That night, I got home for
dinner about seven. She was at the kitchen table, grading
papers.
"Sam, are you all right? You've been acting funny lately.
Is something wrong?"
"No. Everything's fine."
I heard the front door open.
"Who's that, I wonder?" she said as she disappeared into
the living room.
"WHO . . . " I heard her say.
I wet myself, sitting in my own pea, paralyzed with fear.
Mr. White walked into the room carrying my wife in his
arms like a baby, except her mouth was taped shut and her
arms handcuffed behind her. She was frightened like I'd
never seen her before, shaking uncontrollably, her face
ashen and sweating. His associate pointed a gun at me as
Mr. White ordered me to sit and cuffed my hands behind
me.
He put Mandy in the chair next to me. She was sobbing,
making a sound like a dying dove.
"If you can be quiet, I'll remove the gag," Mr. White
said to Mandy.
She nodded and he yanked the tape from her face. She said
nothing.
"My name is Mr. White. Has your husband explained your
problem?"
She stared at me with questioning eyes before she shook
her head no. He told her my whole gambling history. He
knew I'd maxed out the credit cards and home equity loan
for my addiction. Mandy said nothing. Her eyes flitted
back and forth between us. I could tell she couldn't
believe what I'd done, and the loss and danger it put her
in. She was in shock from it.
"What are you going to do to us, Mr. White?" she asked,
the hysteria in her voice barely controlled.
"You and your daughters'll come with me, Mandy. You'll be
my whores, fucking men for money until I've recovered
what I'm owed."
Mr. White looked as if he expected her to become
hysterical. I certainly expected it. We both were
surprised.
As if someone filled an empty bag with iron, Mandy
appeared bigger and sat more erect. A determined
expression grew on her face. She held his cold, dead eyes
with her own, never blinking or looking away. When she
spoke, her voice was calm, sincere and confident, not
threatening, but not submissive.
"Mr. White, I'm a lot of things. I'm Sam's wife and a
teacher and a woman. I'll be your whore, too, the best
one'll you have and I'll earn all your money back for
you. I promise. But you must understand me, most
importantly I'm a mother."
Mandy stopped and for seconds they stared at each other.
"Do you understand? I'm a mother . . . and if you or
anyone else touches my daughters, I'll kill you."
Mr. White's mouth dropped open before it snapped shut
like a steel trap. Mandy stood, walked to him, and turned
her back.
"Please remove the handcuffs. You've nothing to fear from
me unless you harm my daughters."
He was stunned and her actions defused his natural
proclivity to harm. He gave a sharp, hard laugh, removed
the cuffs, spun her around, and jammed her to her knees
between his legs.
A knife appeared in his hand and he pressed it to her
throat. A tiny movement by either of them would pierce
her throat with the knife point. She never quivered or
moved or took her eyes from his.
Somewhere in those long minutes as they stared at each
other, they reached an unspoken agreement. He smiled at
her as he put away the knife. It was a soft, gentle
smile, like a man gives his lover.
"Mandy, please show me your house," he said with sincere
politeness.
"Certainly. Mr. White, may I call you by your first
name?"
"Call me by the nick name my family uses. Since I was the
last born, they call me Baby."
Mandy showed him the house, giving him the in depth tour
as if she were showing our preacher her homey treasures.
She seemed happy and positive, telling him our history,
pointing out the pictures in the hall that recorded when
this thing occurred or that thing happened. She stopped
in each girl's room, spending a long time talking about
her beloved daughters.
I could see that she enchanted him. When he took her hand
in his, she squeezed his in return, giving him a warm and
friendly smile.
"Coffee?" she asked when we returned to the kitchen.
"Yes, thank you, Mandy," Baby answered.
"Baby, you can understand why I'm so protective of my
girls, why I said what I did."
"You're an unusual woman, Mandy. I know you honestly
meant it when you said you'd become a whore for me, and
when you said you'd kill me. You really love your
children, don't you?"
"Yes. I love them deeply, but I understand your position,
too, Baby. That's why I'll cooperate with you to the
fullest, doing whatever you wish for me to do. I'll make
every effort to get your money back."
She handed him the coffee and guided us all to the den.
She sat on the couch opposite him. No one spoke as the
two of them worked through their own private thoughts,
their eyes never leaving each other.
"Mandy, can you still bear children?"
Her body language became extremely intense as her eyes
slammed into me before returning to him.
"Yes. Why?"
The silence was killing me. I knew why. We all knew why!
My God, was she really considering it?
"I'll forget Sam's debt if you'll have my child."
I could tell immediately she was going to agree. Mr.
White could tell, too. Mandy wasn't ready to say it, not
verbally anyway.
"Why would you want that?"
"I want children. Finding a woman to bear one is easy.
Finding a woman I can trust to love and nurture them is
difficult in my world, Mandy."
"Babies are a big responsibility. Babies need love and
tenderness . . . "
He laughed. He threw back his giant head and laughed. She
had a sheepish, crooked grin, like a kid who'd been
caught stealing candy.
"What do you want, Mandy? Just tell me. We both know
you'd love and care for a child more than other woman
would, no matter who the father was, no matter the
circumstances of the birth."
She walked to him, took his huge hands and put them on
her waist. She took his giant face in her hands and
gently held it to look at her. Again, there was a long
silence as they communicated nonverbally. That silence
was painful for me. She leaned down slowly to kiss him
softly on the lips.
"I'd like having your child, Baby. I know you'll be a
good father and never hurt me or any of my children."
She pushed him back into the couch with her body as she
kissed him long and hard. Slowly his arms folded around
her in a lover's embrace.
This giant, this criminal who hurt people for a living,
asked my wife if he could impregnate her, putting his
black seed in her belly to make it grow with child. She
rewarded him with a passionate kiss.
"Baby, I'm not on the pill. Would you like to start now?"
"I'd like that very much," he replied with such softness
and feeling in his voice even I was touched. She took his
hand, leading him toward the bedroom, then she stopped.
"Is it all right with you if Sam watches us?"
What was that expression on her face as she looked back
at me? Not hatred. Not happiness. I knew it made me feel
small because that look expressed that I was making her
fuck someone else and she resented it greatly.
"Come on, Sam," Baby said, not even looking at me. He had
eyes only for Mandy.
I followed them into the master bedroom, the bedroom that
had been hers and mine exclusively. Baby's henchman
shoved me in a chair and stood by me, his hand on my
shoulder. Mandy looked at us.
"Baby, Sam won't cause a problem. Would you please ask
your friend to leave?"
"Here, Junior," Baby said handing him a revolver. "Why
don't you watch TV?"
"Sure, boss," the man replied. In a moment, I heard the
TV start in the den.
Baby took off his coat and sat on the edge of the bed.
Mandy kissed him again before she began unbuttoning his
shirt. She didn't look at me as she slipped the shirt off
his massive shoulders. Her fingers slid across his torso
lovingly before she sucked his nipples. She slipped to
her knees to untie his shoes.
"Stand up so I can take off your trousers," she said to
him.
She undid his belt and dropped his trousers to the floor.
She looked up at him with a sensual grin as she yanked
down his boxers. That giant black cock that only last
night spilled his seed on me jumped into her face.
"Oh, my God, Baby. I can't take that!"
"Yes, you can. I wouldn't hurt you."
"I know you wouldn't, Baby, but he would. I'll bet you
don't get many complaints about being too small."
"None so far," he laughed.
Mandy turned to look at me. Her small fingers daintily
held his hard cock near her face.
"Have you ever seen a cock this big?" she asked.
I didn't respond.
"Answer me," she snapped.
"No, I haven't."
"What would you estimate, Sam? Is it twice as big as
yours? Three times? Or more?"
"I don't know," I mumbled as I stared at my wife unable
to tear my eyes away from her. I'd never seen the anger
and, yes, hatred in her that I saw at that moment.
"They say that once a woman's had a big cock like this
one that she can't even feel a tiny little thing like you
have, and that your little boy's cock won't ever bring
her pleasure. Do you think that's true, Sam?"
"I don't know," I whispered as I trembled in abject
humiliation.
"We're going to find out, aren't we?" she said, her voice
dripping with insincere sweetness.
She turned back toward him as her hand lovingly caressed
his shaft. She kissed the opening.
"What's his name?" she asked Baby.
"What?"
"Your cock. I thought all men named their cocks."
"I haven't named him. Would you like to do it?"
"Yes, but I need him in me first. I need to see how he
feels so the name'll fit. May I suck him?"
His huge, ham sized hand guided her mouth to his cock.
Mandy always enjoyed sucking cock although she'd never
initiate it. Now she valiantly worked on the shiny black
helmet head of a monster as big as her fist. Quickly, it
was coated in her saliva, which hung in ropes of spittle
as she moved back and forth on it. She was doing a
yeoman's job, but her jaws quickly tired. Baby could tell
and pulled his cock from her mouth.
"I'm sorry, Baby. I'll do better next time," she
murmured. He lifted her as if she were a child to kiss
her softly on the lips.
"Don't worry. You were wonderful, Mandy. I want to fuck
you. I want to feel your delicious pussy around my cock."
As he quickly undressed her, she never acted shy or
embarrassed. She stood proudly before him, displaying her
body, letting his giant hands roam the lush territory
that'd been exclusively mine.
"Do you have any K-Y?" he asked. "I don't want to hurt
you."
"I won't need it. I'm dripping wet for you, Baby," she
replied sultrily.
She lay back. When he crawled between her legs, the bed
groaned with his weight.
"Let me show you the easy way," he said.
Gently, he pulled her legs up with her knees outside her
breasts. He brought her elbows inside her knees to
leverage them apart. He guided her hands to her pussy
lips, which she held open for him as he put the head of
his cock against her.
"Oh, Baby, I've never had a cock this big," she whimpered
as he slowly pressured to push his monster in her tight
wetness.
There was no question he would fit. Her juices poured
down her leg, her pussy glistened from her own wetness.
He worked slowly, letting her become accustomed to him
until his cock head rested against her cervix.
She was moaning, squirming in obvious delight at being so
full. Her ass and hips were in constant motion as her
body struggled to accommodate the giant cock buried in
her. When she finally relaxed, the tension flowed from
her only to reappear as desire.
"Fuck me good, Baby," she murmured in his ear.
Groaning, sweating, whimpering, squirming under the
masterful, well controlled fucking from his monster cock,
Mandy orgasmed as she never had with me.
It was a strange feeling seeing him fuck her, seeing him
bring her joy and orgasms like nothing I'd ever given
her. I wondered if she'd ever enjoy me again. I felt
happiness for her at being so well pleased, but I felt my
own sorrow - my own deep and real sorrow - at having
caused this mess.
I was the second best man in my wife's bed. I had no one
to blame but myself.
While I felt a deep loss, I must admit, seeing another
man fuck my wife had been a wild and deeply buried
fantasy of mine. I was hard from watching because she was
getting a royal fucking from someone else, as I'd
fantasized.
His control was magnificent. Mandy orgasmed time after
time. When he saw she was mentally and physically
exhausted from the pounding of the past thirty-five
minutes, he let himself come and roared like a banshee
when he did.
She loved every stroke because he gave her the best fuck
of her life. She held him tightly, arms and legs around
him, spasming in one last, long orgasm, not letting him
pull out, as she let his black seed ravish her body
searching for her delicate white eggs.
He braced himself on his arms so his weight wouldn't
crush her as he softened in her, but she pulled him down
on her.
Her face was toward me when she bore his full weight. She
radiated bliss.
"Don't go," she whispered as he pulled out of her.
He kissed her gently and said, "I'll be back."
She giggled as her hand stroked his face.
"See that you do. Even a big stud needs to fuck more than
once to make sure the woman's pregnant. We'll need to do
this every night until I'm sure I'm carrying your child."
She kissed him hungrily before letting him pull away from
him. When she looked at me, it was with disdain.
"Wait, Baby," she said as he started to wipe his cock on
the bed sheets. "Let Sam clean you up."
Baby laughed. "He tasted my cock last night."
"Oh? He did? Did you like a cock in your mouth, Sam?" she
asked.
"No," I murmured.
"Well, I didn't get to see it. Do it again," she hissed.
"I need to go," Baby said as he wiped his cock.
"You can clean Baby next time," Mandy replied. "But you
can clean me now, Sam. I'm not going anywhere."
When I hesitated, Baby said menacingly, "You heard the
lady."
I fell between her spread legs facing her huge and
bloated pussy. White liquid oozed down her ass cheek. As
I began to lick Baby's cum from my wife's pussy, I
wondered how many nights he'd fuck her before she was
carrying his child.
"There's so much in me, Sam," Mandy said. "He must have
shot a quart. Suck it all out, honey."
The word "honey" was like an icicle thrust in my manhood.
As I sucked his cum out of her, Baby released the
handcuffs. In moments, I heard the door shut, but I
didn't get up then. Mandy's hand on the back of my head
held me in place. When she released me, I left to lock
the front door.
Mandy was asleep when I got in the bedroom. Without a
word, I lay down without touching her. When I awakened in
the morning, she was gone. I found her in the kitchen
drinking coffee. Her face was hard and cold.
"We need to talk."
"All right, Mandy."
"Baby'll honor his commitment. He'll forgive your debt
and not hurt any of us. I'll honor my commitment, too,
Sam. I'll bear his black baby. I'll raise that child with
all the love and caring any child ever had. The question
is, will you? Because if you won't love this child as
your own, I want a divorce. I wouldn't let you hurt a
child any more than I'd let him."
"Mandy, I never want a divorce."
"That's not the question! Will you accept Baby's black
child, the child I'll bear, as your own and love it
unconditionally?"
"Yes. I will. Please, Mandy . . . "
"I'm going to take over the finances, Sam. I want your
credit cards and your checkbook. From now on, you'll give
me your paycheck and I'll give you an allowance. And I
want that damn sports car you bought to be sold by
tomorrow night."
"I'll need some kind of car to get to work."
"Take the bus. Do you owe any other bookmakers?"
"No."
"That's something positive at least. You need to get help
for your gambling, Sam. I insist on it."
"I will."
"That's not good enough. I'll call Gamblers' Anonymous
and you'll start immediately. I'll find a psychologist
for you, too. Our insurance'll pay for it. If you miss a
meeting or a session with the psychologist, I'll leave
you, Sam. I mean it."
"Please, don't leave me. I can't imagine life without
you. I love you so much."
For the first time since she'd met Baby, her expression
toward me softened. She smiled and tousled my hair.
"I know you do. I'll spend the rest of my life with you,
but I couldn't stand another incident like this. I might
not be able to seduce the next bookie into letting my
daughters go unharmed."
She kissed me.
"His cock's so big that I'm sore. Until I get used to
him, we won't be able to have sex and when we do, you'll
have to wear a condom until I'm carrying his child. I'll
let you know when I want sex with you again, so don't ask
about it."
"Do you still love me?" I asked.
"Yes, I love you, you stupid, stupid man. I love you even
after you did this to us."
"You loved it, didn't you? You loved him fucking you."
She didn't look at me as she stood to leave.
"I asked you a question, Mandy."
She looked at me. It was neither a hurtful nor loving
look. It was a look of exasperation.
"I heard you, Sam. I'm not going to answer it. Don't ask
it again."
When Baby returned the next evening, I meekly followed
them into the bedroom.
"No, Sam. I'll tell you when I want you to watch us
having sex. Right now, I want you to go away. Tonight's
private and just between us."
It was a long time before I saw the two of them together
again. They always made love in our bed. Sometimes he
left early, sometimes he stayed until the wee hours. I
could hear them talking between sex those nights when
they fucked more than once. When the sex was over, he
went home.
That second night he fucked her, I stayed on the couch
after he left. Mandy came to me.
"Sam, I'm your wife. You need to be in our bed with me.
Come on."
After I was laying beside her, she said, "Always come to
bed as soon as he leaves, Sam. This is your place. You
should be in it."
I lay in the spot hot from their bodies, wet with their
sweat and juices, as my wife, exhausted from fucking with
another man, curled against me to peacefully sleep. His
smell filled my nose. His cum dripped out of her pussy
onto my leg.
Sunday, our daughters returned from their weekend at the
lake with friends. In the den, Mandy fully explained what
was happening in our lives.
"Mother, you mean a black man's impregnating you? We'll
have a black brother or sister? And we can't go to
college because Dad gambled away all our money?"
"Honey, it's a sickness. We need to forgive him. I know
forgiveness'll be hard to do, but we must try."
It was a heated and unpleasant family discussion, which
Mandy wound down after checking her watch.
"Baby'll be here shortly. I want all of you to be nice to
him. We'll visit a few minutes before I take him in the
bedroom. He'll be here every night until I'm pregnant."
Our daughters were stunned, cold and unspeaking, when
Mandy introduced Baby to them.
When they immediately moped off to bed, Mandy said
firmly, "Leave your bedroom doors open."
And Mandy left the door to our bedroom open when she led
Baby there.
Mandy'd never been vocal when we made love. She murmured
and cooed, but never screamed. That night, she screamed.
Our daughters and I could hear her begging him to fuck
her, telling him how big his cock was, and how much she
enjoyed him fucking her.
When she screamed she'd never had a real man before, we
heard Baby telling her to shut up.
How humiliating it was for me, having my daughters hear
their mother tell another man he could fuck better than I
could. But that's what she wanted. My humiliation. It was
my punishment from her. But it was the last time she
intentionally humiliated me. Maybe she thought I'd had
enough.
The next three months were surrealistic. Baby arrived
every night to fuck Mandy. Many times he joined us for
dinner, sometimes even bringing Chinese food or pizza as
his contribution. He offered to take her out for dinner
and dancing. For a date, he said laughingly. She always
refused, restricting their time together to our house.
Once, I started to leave before he arrived. Mandy stopped
me.
"I'm fucking him because of you, Sam. You need to be here
while I do it."
I always was.
No one ever made a scene. Interestingly, Julie and Jenny
came to like him. He acted like a father to them, giving
them lectures about the dangers of men and drugs, buying
them clothes and jewelry. He was a positive influence,
replacing that influence I lost when he appeared in our
lives. He was a part of our family now, like a rich,
black uncle who came to dinner and stayed to fuck the
lady of the house.
Even I began to enjoy his presence. He was an interesting
man in many ways and different from any other friend I
had. Friend. Huh! That's what he became in some weird
way.
In three months, Mandy was pregnant. She made the
announcement one evening at dinner at we ate a prime rib
she'd lovingly prepared. Baby beamed with pride. The
girls were actually excited about it, asking questions,
giggling, talking.
The girls felt no fear from him. He'd never been anything
but polite and kind to them. After those first moments,
Mandy never feared him, or, if she had, she hid it so
well neither Baby nor I recognized it.
After dinner, when Baby took Mandy's hand to lead her to
bed, she stopped him.
"I need to be Sam's wife again for a while, Baby."
"Leave that sorry bastard and come be with me. You and
Julie and Jenny can be my family."
"No, Baby. That wasn't our deal. You're part of my
family, but Sam's my husband."
"Dammit, I love you!"
She threw herself in his arms, wrapping her arms around
his massive neck, holding on like a little white barnacle
on a black battleship.
"I love you, too, and in a very special way, but I love
Sam as well and I won't leave him."
"I'll kill the bastard! I'll do it!"
When he reached in his coat to pull out a gun, Mandy
grabbed his hand.
"Put it away, Baby. Please. For me," she said softly, her
eyes holding and dominating this giant man. She led him
from the table, talking to him as they went toward the
door.
"Mother, maybe you should leave Dad for Baby. He seems to
be the man in the family," Julie said.
Baby spun. In an instant, he grabbed Julie under the arms
and yanked her up, holding her in midair. She wet the
floor as those cold, dead eyes of his made her squirm in
his grasp.
"Julie, you've no idea how hard this is for all three of
us. You've no concept of what we're going through. I pray
you're half the woman your mother is. She has two men
desperately in love with her!"
He lowered Julie until her toes were on the floor, but he
supported her weight. She squirmed trying to get down.
"If you ever speak ill of him again, I'll spank you until
your lily white bottom's bright red.
Apologize to your father!"
He dropped her and she fell backwards before getting her
balance.
"Sorry, daddy," she whispered, but her eyes never left
him.
From that night on, Baby came to our home once or twice a
week, bearing gifts for Mandy and the girls, having
dinner, and visiting. He wouldn't fuck Mandy, but she'd
warmly and happily kiss him goodbye at the door when he
left. And Mandy was talking to Baby regularly, keeping
him informed of her condition.
In her sixth month, she had her parents and mine over for
dinner. She explained she was having a black baby and how
the circumstances came to be. Mandy's father was a
racist. He screamed at me for doing this to his daughter,
stormed from the room, and never spoke to me again.
That's what I'd expected him to do. Both my parents were
humiliated by my causing this situation and our
relationship was never the same.
When she was ready to deliver, Mandy called Baby on the
way to the hospital using the cell phone he'd given her.
There were three of us in the delivery room when a big,
healthy baby boy came into the world. He was adorable,
the color of coffee with light cream. Julie and Jenny,
Mandy's mother, and Baby's sister and her husband joined
us in the waiting room.
Mandy named the baby David White Johnson. At first, Baby
objected to using my name. Mandy convinced him it was
better for the child since I'd be raising him. Of course,
Baby was so enamored of her, she could've convinced him
to take poison.
Baby became part of the family again, coming over almost
every night to spend several hours. He brought toys and
games, so many I was afraid we'd have to add a bedroom
just to hold them. Baby and his baby were an integral
part of the family.
It was as if Mandy had two husbands, one white, one
black, who both came home to her at night.
When Davy, as we called David White Johnson, was about
six months old, Baby was on the floor playing with him
and his giant body occupied most of the open space area.
The girls were with me on the couch. Mandy was in the
easy chair. We were happily visiting as a family would
until Mandy spoke.
"I want another child."
Tension crackled as we snapped to attention.
"Actually, I want two more. I want the next one to be
yours, Baby. Sam, I want the last one to be yours."
"We discussed having more. We decided not . . . "
"You decided not! I always wanted five. I want two more
and I want them just like I said. If you don't want to
father one, Baby'll father both."
Baby again came to our house every night to fuck Mandy
and make her pregnant. She made no effort to conceal her
joy at being fucked by him. She'd missed his big cock in
her and we all knew it.
The first time, when she was getting pregnant with Davy,
she sent Baby home each night. This time, he often spent
the night with her, not leaving until after breakfast the
next morning. My time with her was almost eliminated. I'd
been supplanted as her spouse.
Mandy tried to keep me satisfied, but it was clear to
everyone my satisfaction came after hers and Baby's.
Something else changed. After she became pregnant the
first time, Mandy no longer had sex with Baby. This time
she asked to see both of us in the bedroom. She sat in a
chair, holding both of our hands as she spoke.
"Sam, you asked me a question one time I refused to
answer. I'd like to answer it now. Yes, I like having sex
with Baby. I like his cock in me. I like him fucking me.
I like it a lot." She stopped, making sure I understood.
"I like you fucking me, too, Sam. You and baby are
different. I feel differently toward you. I like
both of you fucking me. So, from now on, I'm going to
have sex with both of you."
She stopped again, making sure we understood what she
said, giving us nonverbal communications again.
"I'll tell you which of you I want to fuck me each night.
I expect you to come if called, pun intended. And I don't
want any complaints out of either of you."
Baby started to laugh, throwing back his giant head,
guffawing until tears were in his eyes. Mandy giggled,
then she, too, broke out in open laughter. I was terribly
hurt at first, but I knew she really loved me, even if
she loved Baby as much. She kissed me, lovingly and
tenderly, to reassure me. She wanted me to know I was
loved by her, but so was Baby, and she'd fuck which of us
she chose.
I may have caused this problem, but Mandy was enjoying
its outcome. She was getting the five children she always
wanted. She was having two men fuck her as much as she
wanted. And she knew both of those men loved her with all
their heart.
"Who do you want tonight?"
"For the first time in my life, I want two men in my
bed."
There we stood like two schoolboys waiting for the
principal, except we were naked and standing by her bed,
watching as she gracefully and sensually undressed. Both
Baby and I got hard from watching and thinking about this
woman whose love we shared. She opened a bottle of
petroleum jelly and lubricated her asshole, which I knew
was virgin territory. She had a sexy smile as she
lubricated my cock.
"You boys think you can figure out how I want you?" she
asked with a grin.
Baby got on his back on the bed. She swung her leg across
him, slowly slipping his cock deep inside her waiting
pussy. She asked me to wait. I watched her face as she
fucked herself on his black monster. After two orgasms,
when the sheen of sweat covered her and her eyes were
glazed with desire, she whispered, "Okay, Sam. Do me
slowly back there."
I got behind her as she bent forward, putting her cheek
against Baby's chest. I saw his black hands cover her
ass, spreading her ass cheeks, readying my wife for me.
"Oh, ohhhh, ohhhhhhh," she moaned as I slipped into her,
feeling his cock through her thin membranes. Her asshole
was tight, dry compared to her cunt, but slick with
lubricant. Baby and I went slowly, both of us intent on
nothing except her pleasure.
Strange, isn't it? This giant black man and I both only
wanted her pleasure. I could see it in his eyes as he
looked at me and he could see it in mine.
Baby and I shared Mandy from that point on, each of us
coming to her at her direction and usually both of us
sleeping in her bed at night.
The second boy by Baby was named Henry Winston Johnson,
after Baby's father (Henry) and grandfather (Winston,
which was also Baby's middle name). He was born when Davy
was seventeen months old. Samuel Arnold Johnson, Jr. was
born twelve months after Hank.
By that time, I was cured of my gambling. My career
finally was blossoming and we were better off financially
than we had ever been. Baby'd paid for Julie and Jenny's
college and established trust funds for all three boys.
This freed the money I made for other things, including a
larger home.
The new home was really designed for a wife, two
husbands, and five children, which is the way we lived.
Baby'd moved in after Mandy made her announcement about
wanting more children and never moved out.
That was our family until that day four years after
Sammy's birth when Baby was shot to death in a crime
related incident.
During those four years, I'd come to care for and admire
Baby almost as much as Mandy did.
And Baby cared for me. Our common love of Mandy and her
five children had made us brothers.
I no longer felt humiliation or regret when he fucked her
or when she curled in his lap to be held.
She was a treasure I was sharing with a friend.
We all attended his funeral where Mandy gave one of the
eulogies, telling his family and friends of his two boys
she had delivered, telling of her love for him, a love
that continued in his sons. His family stared at mine, at
the white man and wife with two older white daughters,
and three younger boys, two black and one white, all
mourning this giant, black man.
It was a month before we mentioned him again, although we
all thought of him every day.
"Do you miss him?"
She turned toward me on the bed. Staring into my eyes,
she said:
"Yes. I miss him. I loved him, Sam. I loved him deeply,
but that never diminished my love for you. I didn't love
him like I loved you. He was a good man to me and to my
family. I'm sad those boys will never get to know him.
I'm sad he's gone and sad he won't get to see his
children grow up. Every parent deserves that right, Sam."
She curled up in my arms and cried.
I know Mandy loves me. She probably loves me more than I
deserve.
I know she loves all five children equally, which is with
all her heart and mind and soul and might.
And I know each Sunday she places fresh flowers on Baby's
grave.
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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