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Copyright April 1998 and August 2000 by E. Z. Riter.
E-mail address: ezriter@hotmail.com
Please! Give me your comments!
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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