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Reversal
by Homer Vargas (vargas111@yahoo.com)
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A frustrated wife takes extreme measures with her shy
husband. (FFM, humor, preg)
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I guess you would say I'm a pretty successful woman.
Well not that "pretty," although I've kept a nice figure
and my tits have always drawn stares. I am an executive
with a high tech firm with lots of cashed-out options
that by now have made me fairly wealthy. But nothing
about my looks or my recent affluence could have landed
me David. David is intelligent, sensitive, and movie-
star handsome: tall, square jaw, trim but muscular.
Think of Hugh Grant.
David was a virgin when I met him in college and very
shy. He hated the way women constantly pestered him for
sex. I lusted for David as much as any of the other
girls, but I could see that the direct approach would
not work with David. I feigned disinterest in sex and
pretended to be interested only in being buddies,
helping him pass a required math course, lulling him
into a false sense of security. Then one night when we
(he) had been drinking we started making out and
"accidentally" went all the way. He was so mortified he
immediately agreed when I asked him to marry me.
Yes!!
I loved being married to David; the envious stares from
other women when we were out in public were gratifying.
As my career progressed -- I was the youngest VP in my
firm, ever -- he was also a big asset at my business
functions, drawing stares from the other women
executives. David, on the other hand, was a writer who
had had not yet had much success so he stayed at home
and took care of the house. Outwardly, we were the
perfect couple, a rich successful wife and a handsome,
artistic husband, but in private... well David remained
shy. He loved me, I know, but I could not get him to
initiate sex. I did, of course, but it was not very
satisfying.
He was also prudish, insisting that we turn the lights
out and never wanting to do it in any position but
"missionary." Other kinds of sex were out of the
question. He pulled away if I tried to give him blow
jobs and would not let me draw his hand down to finger
me. I didn't even dare suggest he go down on me; it
would have freaked him completely!
And although he would attend prim and proper business
events with me, he would not let me dress him up in
tight hot clothes and take him dancing and clubbing.
After his "accident" that night before we married, he is
very cautious about how much he drinks, so seducing him
over wine and candle-light dinners is out. Like too many
men, he just does not crave nasty, frequent sex the way
we women do. Still, little by little, I've come to
suspect something else is behind his apparent low sex
drive: he's afraid to "let go" lest I get him to make me
pregnant. Yes, he knows I want a five or six kids, maybe
more, and he is afraid of the responsibility and loss of
his independence. He is afraid -- and he's not far wrong
-- that if he isn't careful, I could trick him into
fucking unprotected when I'm fertile.
I guess the memory of his own childhood has made him
cautious. David's father was also promising artist, but
after marrying David mother when she "accidentally" got
pregnant, he could never find time away from taking care
of one baby after another, ten in all. I didn't mind
David's wanting a career as a writer -- I set him up
with a studio in our home -- but I wanted babies and I
needed David to be a father and a daddy for them. David,
however, was just as determined not to make me pregnant
and he avoided making love to me anywhere near my
fertile period (he was a tampon snoop) and always
insisted on using a condom when he did.
I had girlfriends whose husbands had initially been
reluctant daddies, but they had no trouble getting their
guys so horny they got fucked pregnant over and over.
While my friends were having two and three, and even
four babies, I had none. David just had too much self
control and I wasn't even getting the sex I needed, much
less the babies I wanted.
Naturally in my sexual frustration I turned to porn.
Surfing the Internet, I found stories about sexy women
who trick, or seduce, or drug, or hypnotize men, making
them so horny they can't keep from filling the pussies
of the dominant women. Stories like "Judith and Me" or
"Principles" by Homer Vargas drove me crazy with desire
to get my sexy husband to make a baby with me. But it
just wasn't happening.
Gradually I drifted into darker areas or on-line
erotica, where, from the number of stories and websites,
I discovered that mine is a common problem. I read
hundreds of stories and letters from hundreds of horny
women fantasizing about seeing their husbands or
boyfriends get turned on enough even to fuck other
women. I found myself strangely aroused by these stories
of domineering women, often uneducated or crude, who
sexually enslave gentle; intelligent men, mistreating
and abusing them. It turned me on to imagine David that
way, in the sexual thrall of a woman totally beneath his
class, making him do things for her he never would for
me. Interestingly, most of the stories featured handsome
white husbands and powerful black women.
This was crazy. Why would I, why would any woman want
the man she loved to be "taken" by another woman? I
could only rationalize this as a projection of the anger
we horny women feel for our too in-control spouses.
'Won't fuck rich, loving, cultured me? Well, see what
might happen to you!' But even if I understood the power
of these stories, it didn't make me less obsessive about
them. Even more surprising, I found there are women --
black women -- who claim to be able to take any prudish
white man and fuck him into an ever-horny fucktoy.
Shocked at first, I gradually started to get turned on
by the idea of having another woman, especially a black
woman, fuck my husband. Lying awake at night horny and
frustrated beside my handsome, unavailable husband, I
fell asleep orgasming to the thought of David's
degradation, lying helpless beneath a large black
dominatrix fucking him silly.
One “safe” night when we were, at last, about to do it,
I brought up the idea of fucking a black woman. He
blushed and said he was disgusted by the idea, but I
noticed his prick jumped. Taking a chance I dropped into
a make-believe role of a "hot black Momma." I talked to
him about sucking my big black tits and losing his
little white cock in my big hairy pussy. He came like
never before.
From then on, our hottest sex (still too tame by my
standards, but improving) was when I pretended to be a
black woman who was seducing him. In that role I was
able to get David into bed more frequently and even to
let me fuck him from on top, although still not without
the damn condom. Over the weeks I started hinting that
maybe he should let it happen for real. He was
reluctant, but after weeks of persuasion by me in my
"black Momma" role, he gave in.
I began to search the Internet in earnest. I discarded
the ones who claimed to use hypnosis and other hokey
ads. Finally I made contact with a "Madam Monique" who
said she could turn any white husband into a pussy slave
within weeks. I got in touch with her and she said she
was booked for months in advance, but after seeing
David's picture, she agreed to meet us in a bar in about
a week. It took another long session of me as David's
Black Momma to get him to agree.
I was very nervous and excited the night of our arranged
meeting. David had let me get him into a sexy outfit:
tight black pants, a toreador silk shirt and dancing
boots with a bit of heel. He was so sexy I would have
raped him if I could. The bar was in a respectable part
of town, but from the moment I walked in I could see it
was a rendezvous spot for black women meeting white
husbands on the sly. Fortunately David was naïve enough
not to realize what kind of dive we were in.
Normally David does not drink, as I said, but I guess he
was feeling nervous, too, and allowed me to get several
drinks down him before the appointed hour. I spotted her
when she walked in and my blood ran cold. Monique was
taller than I, yet very curvy. Her hair was curled and
lightened and she wore a superior smirk. She surveyed
the club like a lioness surveying the savanna for her
next meal.
Suddenly I felt inadequate, comparing my own pale skin
to Monique's smooth ebony, my puny C-cup breasts to
Monique's magnificent honkers. I contrasted my own
modest knee-length skirt, top, and flats to Monique's
short, tight miniskirt, see-through blouse, and 5"
heels. Even in the dim light I saw her painted lips,
large loopy earrings, bangles on her sleeveless arms and
a gold chain dropping into her spectacular cleavage. She
oozed confident femininity. I gulped my drink to steady
my nerves.
It did not take Monique long to spot David, who was
easily the hottest guy in the club, even if he did not
know it. She slinked over. "You must be David," she
breathed in a Jamaican or Caribbean accent, licking her
lips hungrily. David looked up to see her for the first
time. I could see his jaw drop. He had clearly never
laid eyes on a woman so powerfully feminine. He gazed up
at Monique's magnificent breasts as if hypnotized. "I
think we'll dance," Monique informed me, seeing that
David had no ability to refuse her.
I was surprised at her finesse. She did not immediately
begin grinding her pussy on him or crush his face into
her tits, although it looked like she could have. David
was in another world. Rather she glided around the floor
with him, letting him relax and become more aroused.
Only later as the music picked up did she begin spinning
and bumping against him, flashing him her dark
glistening pussy. Finally when slower music returned she
melted into him pressing that superb body against him
and pulling him close. I was amazed to see David's hands
on her ass; he had never touched me that way when we
danced, which was never. David's eyes were closed and
his head was resting against her boobs. Suspiciously,
one of Monique's hands was invisible in the vicinity of
David's crotch.
When Monique brought David back to our booth, I hardly
recognized my husband. He had a mindless grin on his
face and glazed eyes. Monique's hand did not leave his
crotch and I could see a huge bulge in his pants, a
bulge I had never been able to put there. "You've got
one sexy man here," Monique chuckled. "I think I'm going
to have some fun with him tonight! Now be a good girl
and fetch us some drinks." I was reluctant to leave
David alone with her, but she glared at me in a way that
sent me scurrying off.
When I returned some ten or so minutes later, I was
shocked. David's pants were open and he was lying back,
eyes closed and almost unconscious with pleasure as
Monique was fondling his naked cock. David had never
allowed me such liberties and here he was letting a
black woman had never met before tonight give him a hand
job in public. I felt a gush of arousal from my pussy as
I stared at the erotic sight.
Suddenly David started to moan and buck as he did when
he was about to come. I thought she was going to
humiliate him by letting him spurt cum all over himself,
but just as quickly Monique thrust her head down and
took David's cock into her mouth. Almost instantly I saw
my husband's penis swell and overflow into the warm
sucking mouth of this beautiful black woman who
swallowed every drop of his jism. I may have cum from
the sight and the intense envy that SHE was enjoying the
taste of my husband's sperm that he had denied me!
"I think we need to continue this somewhere a little
more private. Let's go to your house," Monique suggested
in a tone that allowed for no dissent. I was in a
nervous wreck as Monique helped David pull up his pants
and followed them toward our car, Monique constantly
whispering to David and playing with his bulge. Slipping
into the backseat with David, Monique grinned at me.
"Keep your mind on your driving and your hands on the
wheel. And keep your prying eyes on the road ahead."
I was scarcely able to do any of those things. David's
grunts and moans as Monique continued to fondle him were
soon joined by a slurping sound and Monique's mews of
pleasure. Risking an accident, I glanced back to see
that Monique had opened her flimsy blouse and had pulled
David's face to her breasts where he was kissing and
sucking her amazing jugs with crazy enthusiasm. "Yeah
Baby! Suck those titties. Make Momma feel gooood!
Ahhhh!" I could hardly believe it. Monique had come just
from my sexy husband working those bazookas with his
lips and tongue.
As soon as we arrived at our house, Monique peremptorily
ordered me to prepare drinks and snacks for them. As was
now the pattern, I quickly obeyed, leaving David staring
in awe at this sex goddess. I did not like the way
things were going, but I rationalized that this was what
I was paying Monique to do. As I went to the kitchen,
Monique was kissing David and telling him what a pretty
white boy he was and how she was going to enjoy fucking
him. I don't think David was in any condition to
understand what she was saying.
It did not take long, but when I returned I got the
biggest shock of my life! There was David on his knees
in front of the couch. Monique had hiked that silly
excuse for a skirt and was holding David's face firmly
into her furry snatch. I had never seen such a huge
hairy pussy in all my life and it was hard to tell if
David was eating it or it was eating him! Renewed pangs
of envy ripped my heart and moistened my pussy to see
this black woman achieve in minutes what I had been
trying to do for David for years!
"Considering his lack of experience, your man has great
potential as a cuntlicker," Monique smirked between
grunts. "Oh, yes! Baby, yes! Make Momma cum and she'll
give you something real nice to drink "Ahhhhiiii!"
Monique bucked as my husband's tongue and lips in her
horny pussy made her orgasm, but she held David's head
close between her ample thighs, forcing him to continue
as she came down from the climax. She grinned at me
smugly and then grimaced again as David brought her to
another climax. Amazingly, she didn't let him stop until
she had given my husband two more mouthfuls of pussy
juice. When she let him come up for air as she regained
her breath, David's face glistened with her moisture and
he was were clearly lust-drunk from imbibing Monique's
copious flow. His eyes were open, but I doubted he was
seeing anything.
"Did you enjoy that, sweetie?" Monique smirked at me. "I
can see you did!" Only then did I realize that I had
been playing with my pussy; my hand was still in my
panties as she spoke. "So, do you still want me to fuck
your husband? You want him to know what it is like to
get laid by a real woman?"
This was nothing like what I had expected. Monique
seemed to be enjoying this far too much and David wasn't
just getting "loosened up," he was totally under the
spell of this black witch. But I was powerless to
object. She was so sexy, so totally in control. Compared
to her I felt like a little girl. Suddenly I realized
that my hand was still in my pussy and that I was coming
harder than I'd ever come in my life!
When I came to my senses a few seconds later, Monique
was leading my sex-tranced husband to our bedroom.
Reluctantly I followed, peering in from the doorway.
"You can watch, but keep quiet. I've got some serious
husband-sexing to do," Monique admonished. Slowly before
David's barely seeing eyes she stripped, displaying her
firm, voluptuous body. David was frozen by the sight.
Then, methodically, she began to disrobe my passive
husband: shoes, shirt, pants underwear socks all the
while whispering to him how hot, how sexy he was, how
much she was going to enjoy fucking him.
I was transfixed by fear and arousal.
"Let's get you into bed, sweetie," she cooed, stroking
David's rampant cock. "Just lie back and Monique will
put this in a nice warm place and take good care of it!"
Even aroused and he was, out of habit David opened the
drawer by the bed and removed a condom. A felt a wave of
relief. My David was still David. Gently Monique removed
it from his hand. "Oh no, big boy! I don't fuck white
men with condoms. Nothing "comes" between Monique and a
white cock!" she laughed at her little joke, though
David was too confused to understand. Transfixed in
horror I watched Monique knee walk up, straddling
David's hips and slowly ease her pussy over my husband's
unprotected penis!
David gasped! Monique must have grasped his penis with
her pussy muscles. "Like that honey? Like the way
Monique fucks you?" David's crossing and uncrossing eyes
were affirmative enough. "You like the way Monique's
tight hot pussy holds you, Honey? You like the way I
fuck you?"
Why did he have to regain his voice just then? Why did I
have to hear him? "Oh, yeah! Yeah! Fuck me, fuck me
Monique! I love your pussy! Uhhhhh, yeah!"
"Is it better than hers?" she taunted, looking t me. "Do
I fuck you better than your white wife?"
"Oh fuck! YESSS! I love your slick, wet black pussy.
It's so much tighter and slicker than hers! Oh fuck me!"
"And does fucking Monique make you want to come, baby?
Do you want to shoot your whiteboy jizz into my hot
black pussy? You want to come in me, baby?" She had
slowed down maddeningly, not letting David orgasm,
holding him on the edge. "You want me to fuck you and
make you come in my pussy? Come in my fertile pussy? You
want to make a baby with Monique?"
"What? NOOO!" David's eyes were suddenly wife open in
terror! "No, you've got to pull off! I can't ... can't
make you pregnant!"
"Oh! Is that what you are worried about, Sweetie?" Her
voice was soft but her eyes were hard when she glanced
at me. "Are you afraid that if I keep running my tight,
black pussy up and down your hard white prick, you will
lose control? Scared it will feel so good you'll shoot
your babymaking semen into me and knock up a big
beautiful Black woman?" Each phrase was another careful
rise and fall on my helpless husband's cock. "But isn't
that what you want, David, to make my black belly swell
with your baby? Wouldn't you like to see my big tits
full of milk to feed the baby that YOU put in my tummy?
Are you sure you want me to stop fucking you? Stop
before you lose control and make me pregnant with your
white baby?"
Monique was riding him with exquisite deliberation now
and David was in anguish. Then before my horrified eyes,
he broke,
"Yes! Monique, YESS! Fuck me Monique. Take my cum! Let
me give you my babyyyyyy!" David's body spasmed. His
hips rose from the bed and thrust up into Monique as he
screamed in climax.
Feeling David's hot seed flood her womb Monique also
came as well. "Yes, a baby! I’ve got your baby, baby
baby baby," she chanted deliriously. I felt the three
fingers deep in my own pussy soak with my spend as I
came as well.
Drained, emotionally and physically I allowed Monique to
motion me out of the room. "Get gone, white girl! This
man and I have some serious baby making to do."
All night long I could hear David's screams of ecstasy
as he came in Monique over and over.
Nasty ending:
That was several years ago. After her first pregnancy
was confirmed, Monique moved into our house, essentially
displacing me as David's wife. Seeing that magnificent
woman strutting around the house, her belly growing
under the flimsy lingerie and maternity dresses she
wore, it just seemed natural to yield to her in
everything. I knew if I did not, she would take David
from me; he was little more than her sex slave,
continuing to fuck her daily whenever she demanded. She
seemed to get off on fucking him when I was around. She
had me open a joint account with David and her so she
could have him spend money on flashy clothes and jewelry
for his pregnant lover.
I no longer work, my money being sufficient for our
needs. But Monique does not let me hire help. She thinks
it's more fitting for a white wife to do the cleaning
and cooking that David used to do. This leaves Monique
time to take David out shopping or just out to show off
her beautiful pregnant belly, letting everybody know
that the handsome white man at her side put a baby in
her sexy body. Lately she had taken pity on me and has
begun to allow me to clean her pussy after David has
filled her. She says for a white wife, I'm not bad at
eating black pussy.
Right now, I'm home alone. Monique has taken David out
dancing. Monique's four children are asleep or playing
in their rooms, so I have time to write this tale. But
things are just going to get more hectic. I recognized
the glint in Monique's eye as she left with David and I
can guess what she plans to do with him later tonight
night when she gets him back home. In about nine months
I will have another brown baby to take care of.
Nice ending.
That was several years ago. After her first pregnancy
was confirmed, Monique moved into our house. We quickly
became fast friends. Things have worked out wonderfully
since. Although it's still a little painful to see that
Monique is David's number one woman, I can't complain.
Monique has David's libido so revved up that, although
Monique fucks him anytime she wants, I'm still getting
more sex -- hot and nasty the way I like it -- than ever
dreamed of before. Then too, Monique absolutely forbade
David to use condoms even with me, so soon after Monique
arrived, I missed my period, too.
It was great fun to be pregnant with Monique, to know
the same man we both love has given both of us his
babies. We did everything together shopping, movies,
going out showing off our growing, sexy bellies. Of
course with the pregnancy, both of us were hornier than
a flock of ewes and David, well, he has great stamina,
but he was just ONE man and not nearly able keep up with
the raging libidos of TWO pregnant women. Fortunately
Monique had a solution for that too. I was reluctant at
first, but Monique pointed out that David loved eating
her pussy, why wouldn't I. And do I ever cum buckets
when Monique gets her hard pink tongue into me! By the
time Monique was about seven months, we discovered I
could drink milk from those amazing tits of hers and a
few weeks later she started doing the same for me. Some
days we didn't get out of bed, just lying there making
love and nursing at each other's engorged breasts.
Monique had a beautiful brown little boy Jamal, and not
long after I delivered a darling little blond girl,
Doreen. David of course was just crazy about them both,
burping and bathing and changing them when they were not
drinking from Monique's and my more than adequate
breasts. Sometimes we switched babies, but they didn't
care. She decided, however, that the next two shouldn't
come so close together; it was just too hard on poor
David. So although Monique went right back to having
bareback sex with David as soon as she could after
Jamal, she said David would have to use condoms with me
until she was well along with number two.
Right now Monique and I are tied at four babies, two
boys and two girls, each, but we think she may be
pregnant again. I hope so. I hate condoms!
The End
Comments welcomed at - Vargas111@yahoo.com
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