Like all young marrieds, we worked hard, saved, played, loved our children and enjoyed what all Americans consider the good life. Julienne was fifteen and Jen- nifer almost fourteen, when Krissy and I went with friends to Las Vegas. It was an unbelievable trip. Not only did we have a wonderful time, but I won $30,000 gambling.

I did not know I had sowed the seeds of destruction in my life. Gambling is a terrible uncontrollable addic- tion in some people. I was one of those people.

I began to gamble on everything I could find: football, basketball, horses, numbers. In six months, I had lost all of our savings... all of it... the kids college funds... everything.

Krissy knew nothing about it.

-=*=-

"Sam Johnson, you need to come over here today. Straight from work. Don't mess with me, boy!"

The sweat oozed down my face as I hung up the phone, his violent disconnect and horrifying voice ringing in my ears. I was $20,000 in debt to my bookmaker and not a dime to my name. They had been trying to collect it for a month. My time was up. I went to the bathroom and threw up.

-=*=-

I was shaking uncontrollably, my clothes soaked in sweat, as I entered the store front office. Leroy grabbed my arm and led me out the back door. He shoved me into a large van, the kind that has been modified where a person can stand. Someone picked me up like a child and jammed me on the floor of the van on my knees.

I was looking up at one of the biggest men I had ever seen.

"I am David Winston White. Leroy works for me. I understand you are unable to pay your bills."

"Look, I..."

He moved so quickly, I never even tried to defend myself. He was like a cat leaping on its prey... a tiger... and, I was the lamb he was devouring. His massive left hand crushed the back of neck, lifting me several inches into the air, his fingers so long and strong they held my jaw shut, as his right hand grabbed my cock and balls. I felt him began to squeeze as I stared into the coldest, most evil black eyes Id ever seen. I could only whimper, tears rolling down my face, as the pain in my balls became unbearable.

He dropped me as he released my crushed balls. I fell to the floor sobbing.

"Listen! I need my money. Janet, stand! Look at her, Sam!"

For the first time, I saw a petite woman in the corner. She was naked. As she stood I saw a gold chain attached to a gold ring dangling between her legs. Her pussy lips were stretched, hanging obscenely between her puffy thighs. The gold ring was large, and pierced through her lips. She had massive breasts and a sad, shy smile on a face, which looked thirty although I guessed, from the body, she was probably more like twenty.

Mr. White went over to the woman, grabbed the gold chain and pulled her toward the center of the room. "Tell him your story, Janet!"

"I was a sales rep, but, I got addicted to gambling. I am paying off my debt by being Mr. White's whore."

"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, then Mr. White was pro- bably six foot six and two hundred fifty pounds of pure muscle. Janet greedily sucked his cock head into her mouth as she stroked the shaft. He put his hand on her head to guide her.

"Watch, Sam! Watch the stupid slut suck my cock! To- morrow night I'm coming to your house. I will leave with my money... or, I will leave with your wife and daughters who will do what Janet is doing until I have my money!"

"No. Please! Have mercy!" I whimpered.

"I have no mercy! Your wife and daughters will be my whores until they have earned back my money! Now, come here! You need to learn what sucking my cock is like since you are forcing your wife and daughters to do it."

He shoved Janet aside and yanked me between his legs. He was so strong I felt like a child, unable to resist even if I had tried.

I could barely get his huge cock into my mouth but he didn't care about that. He jammed it in and out.

Then he came, pulling out, coming on my face and hair, leaving me covered in his white sticky cum. He shoved me out of the way. I was too terrified to even wipe his cum from my cheeks. Janet scurried between his legs again to clean his cock with her tongue, sucking and slurping, as I felt his cum cooling on my face.

"Tomorrow night. Don't try to run or hide or call the police. It will only make me mad! Now, get out."

-=*=-

It was late by the time I got home. I had cleaned up at a service station, asking for the key as the attendant snickered at my cum smeared face. I had stopped at a bar for a few drinks to build my courage. Krissy was asleep when I got home. I snuck into the shower, then crawled into our bed by her, wondering if she would ever be there next to me again.

I couldn't sleep. My mind, my body, my soul was para- lyzed by fear, fear of what I had done and what would happen to my family as a result. I left early for work, before she woke, leaving her a note. That night, I got home for dinner about seven. She was at the kitchen table, grading papers.

"Sam, are you alright? You've been acting funny lately? Is something wrong?"

"No. Everything's fine." I heard the front door open. "Who is that, I wonder?" she said, as she disappeared into the living room.

"WHO..."

I wet myself, standing in my own piss, paralyzed with fear.

Mr. White walked into the room carrying my wife in his arms like a baby except her mouth was taped shut, her arms handcuffed behind her. She was frightened like I had 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. He put Krissy in the chair next to me. She was sobbing, making a sound like a dove, which has been shot and is dying, the plaintiff, cooing sound of an innocent who is lost.

"If you'll be quiet, I'll remove the gag," Mr. White said to Krissy. She nodded and he yanked the tape from her face. She said nothing, only sobbing quietly.

"Has your husband explained the problem, Krissy?" His voice sounded like a caring professional rather than a seasoned criminal.

She stared at me, her eyes questioning before she shook her head no. He started talking, telling her my whole gambling history. He even knew I had maxed out the credit cards and home equity loan for my addiction. Krissy said nothing, but her eyes flitted back and forth between us. I could tell she couldn't believe what I had done, the loss, the danger I'd 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 will come with me, Krissy. You will be my whores, fucking men for money until I have recovered what I am owed."

He looked as if he expected her to become hysterical. I certainly did. We both were surprised though. It was as if someone was filling an empty bag with iron. She appeared larger, sat more erect, a determined expres- sion forming on her pretty face. She held his cold, deadly eyes with her own, never blinking or looking away. When she spoke, her voice was calm, sincere, confident... not threatening but not submissive either.

"Mr. White, I understand your concern for your money. I hope you can understand mine for my family. You may do with me as you wish. I will be your whore and earn money to repay you. But, if you, or anyone else, touch my daughters, I will kill you."

Mr. White's mouth dropped open before it snapped shut like a steel trap. Krissy stood and walked to him, turning her back.

"Mr. White, please remove the handcuffs. You have nothing to fear from me... unless you harm my daughters."

I could tell by his expression he was stunned by her actions, but, in a funny way, it defused his anger and natural proclivity to harm. He removed the cuffs, spun her around and jammed her to her knees. A knife appeared in his hand, which he pressed to her throat.

She never quivered or moved, or shook or took her eyes from his. A tiny movement by either of them would have pierced her throat with the knifepoint, but they didn't move.

Somewhere in those long few moments they stared at each other, some unspoken agreement was reached between them. Finally he smiled at her and put away the knife, a soft, gentle smile, like a man gives his lover.

"Krissy, will you please show me your house?"

"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'."

Krissy showed him the house, giving him the full, in depth, tour as if she was showing our preacher around her homey treasures. She seemed happy and positive, telling him our history, pointing out pictures in the hall, where this thing occurred or that thing was acquired. She stopped in each girl's room, spending a long time talking about her beloved daughters.

I could see by his expression, 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.

"Thank you, Krissy. Yes. Please."

"Baby, you can understand why I am so protective of my girls, why I said what I did."

"Yes. You, Krissy, surprise me. You're a very unusual woman. I know I would have to kill you before I touched either of your daughters or you would kill me. You really love your children, don't you?"

"Yes. I love them deeply. But, I understand your posi- tion, too, Baby. That's the reason I personally will cooperate with you to the fullest, doing whatever you wish me to do. I will 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.

"Krissy, can you still bear children?"

Her body language become extremely tense 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 will forgive and forget everything, if you to have my baby."

I could tell immediately she was going to agree. Mr. White, too, could tell. But, Krissy was not ready to say it, not verbally anyway.

"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 on her face, like a kid who had been caught stealing candy.

"What are you negotiating for, Krissy? Just tell me what you want! We both know you would love and care for a child more than most other women 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 very long silence as they communicated non-verbally. It was a silence painful to me.

She leaned down very, very slowly to kiss him softly on the lips.

"I would like having your child, Baby. I know you will be a good father and never hurt me or any of my children."

"Krissy, may I.... I mean, is now...?"

She kissed him again, stopping his bumbling words. She leaned into him, pushing him back into the couch, her body against his as she kissed him long and hard. Slowly, his arms folded around her in a lover's embrace. This giant without feelings, this criminal who hurt people for a living, was asking my wife if he could make love to her... if he could impregnate her now... put his black seed in her belly, to make it grow. And, she was rewarding him with a passionate kiss.

"I am not on the pill, Baby. Would you like to start now?"

"I would like that very much," he replied with such softness and feeling in his voice even I was surprised. She took his hand, leading him towards the bedroom, then, she stopped.

"Is it alright with you if Sam watches us?"

What was that expression on her face as she looked back at me? Not hatred. Not happiness. It made me feel small, as if that look expressed that I was making her fuck someone else and she was not happy with me for it. "Come on, Sam," Baby said, not even looking at me. He only had eyes for Krissy. I followed them in to the master bedroom, the bedroom that had... to this point... been hers and mine exclusively. The associate shoved me in a chair and stood by me, his hand on my shoulder. Krissy looked over at us.

"Baby, Sam won't cause a problem. Would you please..."

"Certainly. Junior, leave us alone!"

Junior left without speaking. In a moment, I heard the TV start in the den.

Krissy began unbuttoning Baby's shirt. She never looked at me or acknowledged my existence as she stood back to admire his massive chest when he let the shirt fall to the floor. Her fingers slid across his torso lovingly, getting tangled in his chest hairs, as she kissed his nipples. She slipped to her knees to untie his shoes. Shoes and socks gone, she undid his belt, letting his trousers fall to the fall. She looked up at him with an evil grin as she yanked down his boxers.

"Uhgmmh! OhMYGOD, NoWAY. I can't take that!"

"Yes, you can. I would not hurt you...."

"I know you wouldn't, Baby, but, he would. I bet you don't get many complaints about being too small."

"None so far," he laughed.

"What is his name?"

"What?"

"Your cock. What have you named him?"

"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 operates so the name will fit. May I suck him?"

His huge, ham sized hand guided her mouth to his cock. Krissy had always enjoyed sucking cock although she would never initiate it. Now, she was valiantly working on the shiny 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 became tired. Baby could tell and pulled his cock from her mouth.

"I'm sorry, Baby. I will do better next time," she murmured when he lifted her as if she were a child to kiss her softly on the lips.

"Don't worry. You were wonderful, Krissy. Now, 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 but stood proudly before him, displaying her body, letting his giant hands roam that lush ter- ritory which had been exclusively mine.

"Sam, get the K-Y," he commanded. I did it, handing him the tube.

"No, don't give it to me. Lubricate my cock for your wife's pussy. Kneel, stupid!" "Please, Baby, I don't want you to humiliate him. He is my husband."

"Sorry," he mumbled as she took the K-Y and began to lather his cock. It was probably the first apology he had ever given. When he was lubed to her satisfaction, she lay back on the bed. With a loving smile, she took his hand, guiding him between her legs.

"Let me show you how to do it easiest," he said. Gently, he pulled her legs wide up, her knees outside her breasts. He brought her arms inside her legs, elbows inside 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, you are so big," she whimpered as he slowly pressured to push his monster in her tight wetness.

There was no question he would fit. She was pouring her own juices down her leg, her pussy glistening like a flower after a rainstorm from her own wetness. He was lubed. He worked slowly, letting her get accustomed until he touched the head 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, I could see the tension flow from her only to reappear again as desire.

Groaning, sweating, whimpering, squirming, quivering under the masterful, well controlled fucking from his monster cock, Krissy was orgasming as she never had with me. It was a very strange feeling seeing another man fuck her, seeing him bring her joy and orgasms like nothing I had ever given her. I wondered if she would ever enjoy me again. I felt happiness for her at being so well pleasured but I felt my own sorrow... my own deep and real sorrow... at having caused this mess and at being the second best man in my wife's bed.

And, 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 just from watching because she was getting a royal fucking as I could have only fantasized about.

-=*=-

He could see that she was mentally and physically exhausted from the pounding she had taken over the past 45 minutes or so, when he finally allowed himself to cum in her. She had loved every stroke, as he gave her the best fuck of her life. She held him tightly, arms and legs around him; spasming as his sperm gushed out around his pumping cock as if he'd pumped gallons of come into my wife's pussy. She spasmed again one last, in a long orgasm, not letting him pull out, as she let his seed ravish her body searching for her delicate female eggs.

"Don't go," she whispered as he pulled out of her. He kissed her so very gently.

"I will be back."

She giggled as her hand stroked his face.

"Yes. Even a stud needs to fuck more than once just to make sure the female is pregnant. We may need to do this a lot; like every night until I'm sure I am carrying your child."

She kissed him hungrily then lay back on the bed exhausted from her ordeal. Her pussy was huge and bloated with white oozing down her ass cheeks from the sperm he had left in her.

I wondered how many nights he would fuck her before she was carrying his child.

-=*=-

"Listen to me, Sam."

We were in the kitchen. Mr. White, as I still called him, was dressed and ready to leave.

"You have the most wonderful woman I have ever met. You need to take better care of her and of her daughters (When were they no longer my daughters?). Here. (He handed me a business card.) That is my sister. She is a clinical psychologist who specializes in addictive behavior. I want you over there in the morning. You need to overcome this problem and start taking care of your family again."

"Yes, sir."

I locked the doors behind him. Krissy was asleep when I got back to the bedroom. Without a word, I lay down beside her and went to sleep. When I awakened in the morning, she was gone. I found her in the kitchen drinking coffee.

"We need to talk." She said.

"All right, Krissy."

"Baby will honor his commitment. He'll forgive your debt and not hurt the kids. And I will honor mine, Sam. I will have a big, healthy, happy black baby. I will 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 will not have a child hurt by you any more than I would by him."

"Krissy, I'd never want a divorce. I love you so much. Please..."

"That is not the question I asked! Will you accept Baby's half black child, the child I will bear, as your own and love it unconditionally?"

"Yes. I will. Please, Krissy...."

"You need to get help for your gambling, Sam. I insist on it."

I told her of Baby's sister. She got a funny little smile as she sat in my lap, her eyes studying me as just hours before she had studied him.

"Get the help, Sam. I do love you and I will spend the rest of my life with you. But, I could not stand another incident like this. The next man might not be so easily seduced by me into letting my daughters go unharmed."

"You loved it, didn't you? You loved him fucking you? Will you stop at just one black baby for him?"

She kissed me hard. "Yes, Sam, I would. It really hurt, to be honest, because he was so big. And he fucks me so hard and so long, that I'm terribly sore throughout my body. But I want to have his black baby. I never believed a cock could make me so lustful again.

You will have to always wear a condom until I am carrying Baby's child. I prefer we didn't make love while Mr. White fucks me, so I will take care of you in other ways, Sam. You stupid, stupid man. I do love you so, even after you did this to us."

She stood to leave.

"I asked you a question, Krissy."

She just looked at me. It was not a hurtful look, not a loving look. It was... I don't know... I guess, it was a look of exasperation.

"I heard you, Sam. You got my answer. Don't ask it again. If I choose, I will bear him as many children as he wants, I think. So shut up about it."

When Baby returned the next evening, I followed them into the bedroom.

"No, Sam. I don't want you to watch me making love with Baby anymore. It is private, just between us. You go away until we are through."

It was a long time before I saw the two of them to- gether again. Always, they made love in our bed. Sometimes, he left early; sometimes, he would stay until the wee hours. I could hear them talking between the sex acts those nights when they fucked more than once. But, when the sex was over he always went home. I would immediately go to my bed, feeling the heat and the dampness he left there. Once, when I stayed on the couch after he left, Krissy came to me.

"Sam, I'm your wife. You need to be in our bed with me. Come." After I was lying beside her, she said, "Always come to bed as soon as he leaves, Sam. This is your place. You should be in it."

Most often after Baby left; she would cuddle against me, going to sleep in my arms, her breath sweet and soft on me. She would be too tired, and too sore from the hard fucking he gave her to want additional sex from me. I could smell his cum on her breath. And, I could feel it ooze out of her pussy onto my leg. His cum from my wife's pussy... on my leg, coming from her. I guess I deserved it...

Sunday, our daughters returned from their weekend at the lake with friends. Krissy sat us all down in the den. She carefully and fully explained what was hap- pening in our lives.

"Mother, you mean a black man is impregnating you. We will have a black brother or sister. And, we're not going to college. All because Dad gambled away all our money."

"Honey, it is a sickness. We all need to forgive him. I know that forgiveness will be hard, but we must!

It was a long family discussion, very heated and very unpleasant, which Krissy started to wind down after checking her watch.

"Baby will be here shortly. I want all of you to be very nice to him. He will visit a few minutes before I take him into the bedroom. He will be here to fuck me every night until I am sure I'm pregnant."

Our daughters were stunned, cold, unspeaking when Baby arrived. But, he was warm, happy. The girls mopped off to bed when Baby and Krissy went to the bedroom.

That night Krissy was vocal, more vocal than I could ever remember her being. Our daughters and I could hear her joy, hear her begging him to fuck her, her telling him how big his cock was, how much she was enjoying his fucking her. She was putting on a show to let us all know she loved it. We even heard Baby telling her to shush.

How humiliating it was for me, having my daughters hear their mother tell another man he could fuck better than I could. But, that is what she wanted... my humiliation. The next three weeks were surrealistic as he arrived every night to fuck Krissy. Many times he joined us for dinner, sometimes even bringing Chinese 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. Krissy stopped me.

"I am 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 very much. 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. Even I began to enjoy his presence. He was an interesting man in many ways, so different than any other friend I had ever had. Friend. Huh! That is what he was becoming in some weird way.

In three weeks, Krissy was pregnant. She made the announcement one evening at dinner as we all sat at our table, eating a prime rib she had lovingly pre- pared. Baby beamed with pride. The girls were actually excited about it, asking questions, giggling, talking.

He was a part of our family now, like a rich, black uncle who came to dinner a lot. The girls felt no fear of him. He had never been anything but polite and kind to them. Krissy had never felt fear, or, if she had, she hid it so well neither Baby nor I recognized it.

But, when Baby took Krissy'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! Come be with me! You and Julie and Jenny! Be my family!"

"No, Baby. That wasn't our deal. You're part of my family, but, Sam is 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 to... in a very special way. But, I love Sam as well and I will not leave him."

"I will kill the bastard! I will do it!"

He reached his hand in his coat to pull out a gun. Krissy grabbed his hand.

"Put it away, Baby. Please. For me," she said very softly, her eyes holding and dominating this giant man. She led him from the table, talking to him as they went towards the door.

From that night forward, Baby would only come by once a week or so, usually bearing a gift for Krissy and the girls, having dinner, visiting. He would never fuck Krissy but she would warmly and happily kiss him goodbye at the door when he left. I knew she was talking to Baby regularly, keeping him informed of her condition.

In her sixth month, she had our parents... hers and mine... over for dinner. She explained she was having a black baby and how the circumstances came about. Of course, my relationship with both sets of parents changed, never to be the same. I expected nothing else.

When she was ready to deliver, she called Baby on the way to the hospital using the car phone he gave her. There were three of us in the delivery room where a big, healthy baby boy came into the world. He was adorable, the color of coffee with heavy cream. The girls, Krissy's parents and Baby's sister and her husband joined us in the waiting room.

Krissy named the baby: David White Johnson. At first Baby objected to using my name, but Krissy convinced him it was better for the child since it was I who would be raising him. Of course, Baby was so enamored with her, she could have convinced him to take poison.

When David White Johnson was about six months old, Baby was on the floor playing with Davy, his giant black body occupying most of the open space area. The girls were with me on the couch. Krissy was in the easy chair. We were happily visiting as a family would until Krissy spoke.

"I want another black child."

Tension crackled as we all snapped to attention at her comment.

"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. Now, I want two more and I want them just like I said! If you do not want to father one, Baby will father both!"

Baby again came to our house every night to fuck Krissy, to make her pregnant. She made no effort to conceal her joy at being fucked by him. She had missed his big, black cock in her and we all knew it. The first time, when she was getting pregnant with Davy, she had sent Baby home each night. This time, he often spent the night with her, not leaving until breakfast the next morning. My time with her, then, was almost eliminated. I had been supplanted as her spouse.

Krissy tried to keep me satisfied during this time, but, it was clear to everyone my satisfaction was secondary to hers and to Baby's. Something else changed. After she became pregnant the first time, Krissy 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 would like to answer it now. Yes, I like having sex with Baby. I like his big, black 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. I like it a lot. You and baby are different. I feel differently towards you. And, I like both of you fucking me. From now on, I am going to have sex with both of you."

She stopped again, making sure we understood what she said, giving us non-verbal communications again.

"I will tell which of you I want in my bed at night. I expect you to come if called, no pun intended. 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. Krissy giggled, them she, too, broke out in open laughter. I was terribly hurt, but I knew she really loved me, even if she loved Baby as much. She kissed me, lovingly, tenderly, reassuring me. She wanted me to know I was loved... very loved... by her, but so was Baby, and, she would fuck which of us she chose.

I may have caused this problem but Krissy was enjoying its outcome. She was getting the five children she'd always wanted. And, she was having two men fuck her as much as she wanted. Most importantly, 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."

So, there we stood like two schoolboys waiting for the principal, except we were naked and standing by her bed, watching as she gracefully and sexually undressed. Both Baby and I were getting hard just from watching her, seeing and thinking about this woman whose love we shared. She opened a bottle of petroleum jelly and lubricated her ass hole, which I knew was virgin territory. She had a slutty 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, gently, slowly, guiding 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 at least 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, fucking her ass for the first time. It was tight, dry compared to her cunt, but slick with lubricant. Baby and I went slowly, both of us intent of 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.

It was the first, but not the last; time the three of us were in bed together. Baby and I shared Krissy from that point onward, each of us coming to her at her direction.

Baby maintained a separate place but, for all intents and purposes, he moved in with us.

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 totally cured of my gambling. In fact, my career was blossoming from the changes in my life, and, financially, we were better off than we ever had been. Baby had paid for Julie and Jenny's college and established trust funds for all three boys. This freed up the money I paid for other things. We had moved into a larger home, which I paid for.

The new home was really designed for a wife, two hus- bands and five children, which is the way we lived. Baby had moved in after Krissy made her announcement about wanting more children and never moved out. Baby continued to be a part of my family right up 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 had come to care for and admire Baby almost as much as Krissy had. And, Baby cared for me. Our common love of Krissy 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, a damn good friend.

We all attended his funeral where Krissy 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 wife man and wife with two older, beautiful 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 towards me on the bed. Staring into my eyes, she said:

"Yes. I miss him. I loved him, Sam. I loved him a lot. But, that never diminished my love for you. I did not love him like I loved you. He was a good man, a very good man to me and to my family. I am sad those boys will never really get to know him. I am sorry he is gone and sorry he will not get to see his children grow up. Every parent deserves that right, Sam."

She curled up in my arms and cried.

I know she loves me. She 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