Several stories I’ve read in this and other sites have
dealt with interracial pregnancy, and many of the
writers have said they would like to hear from similar
people. After reading the letters and at my husband’s
suggestion, I have decided to write about my
experiences.

At the age of 29 after seven years of marriage, my
husband and I felt it was time to add some spice to our
lives. My husband, Larry, admitted that he very aroused
by interracial sex and so we began to fantasize about
it when we had sex.

Then one day Larry suggested that I should consider
fucking black men. The idea wasn’t a turn-off to me,
but I didn’t know how to go about finding one, since I
wasn’t into the bar scene and didn’t know any. Some of
the black men where I work as a secretary were
constantly hitting on me, but I’d always turned them
down. I was flattered by their attention, but up until
now I hadn’t been looking for a black boyfriend, or any
boyfriend for that matter.

Some friends from work threw a Halloween Party, and
Larry and I were invited. Larry hardly knew anyone
there, but we went for the fun of it. He dressed as a
sheik and I went as a harem girl, dressed in see-
through pants and a tiny bikini. I have a very good
figure and wanted to show myself off. I wear a 38D bra
and have a small waist which accentuates my big boobs
and well, gorgeous ass and legs. Yes, I think I’m a
knockout so why not admit it.

The party was a lot of fun, and as the night wore on we
danced away. The black guys from work were there and
they loved my costume. When I danced with them, each
wanted a quick feel which they got, and it only made me
horny. I told Larry about it and he encouraged me to
flirt with them. By this time he desperately wanted me
involved interracially so everything seemed perfect.

Later in the evening I found myself sitting on a sofa
with Todd, one of the black men from work. He had come
as a Calypso dancer, wearing thin cotton pants with a
drawstring and a cotton shirt. We laughed and talked,
but all I could think about was Larry’s (and my)
fantasy. Todd put his arm around my shoulders at one
point and drew me closer.

When he kissed me his tongue went into my mouth and I
accepted it. We turned to each other; his hand went to
one of my tits and felt it up. Nervously I put my hand
on his crotch and felt an enormous cock swelling there.
We kept kissing and I was getting even hornier,
thinking of that black log under my hand. Slowly, Todd
maneuvered me over until I was on his lap, my legs
straddling him and his cock pressing against my pussy.
He began gyrating under me and I felt that cock growing
harder.

“Let’s get away somewhere where we can be alone,” he
whispered into my ear. I wanted to do that but I wanted
Larry to know about it. I reluctantly pulled myself
from Todd’s lap and went to Larry who had been
watching. As a matter of fact, most of the people there
had been watching! I told Larry what Todd wanted. He
nodded his approval and I went back to tell Todd the
good news. He stood up, took my hand and led me up the
stairs to the bedrooms.

As soon as we arrived we embraced and kissed and I
whispered, “Fuck me,” in his ear, opening his pants and
pulling out his cock. It was everything I had hoped it
would be–big, thick, long and charcoal black. I held
it in my hand, enrapt by the size and thickness. I
pushed Todd down on the bad and straddled his lap. He
pulled off my harem pants and bikini and I sank down on
his dick. When it entered me I couldn’t believe how
good it felt.

My pussy opened up like it had never been opened
before. I sank all the way down on it and we rocked
into a fucking motion. Todd unfastened my bra and
brought both my boobs to his mouth and sucked them
between his thick lips. I just leaned my head back and
rolled my hips.

When I looked down all I could see was my hairy cunt
and his black belly. We fucked and fucked. With a groan
Todd closed his eyes and thrust up at me. We did this
for several minutes until he changed position, rolling
me off on my back and spreading my legs. Todd rubbed
his cock up and down my open pussy and then slid it in.
I felt wonderful, filled with black cock.

He fucked me hard, holding my white ass cheeks and
grinding into me. I couldn’t get enough. I wrapped my
legs around him and my hands dug at his black ass. I
came hard, my whole body quivering with excitement and
release. This was what I had been missing all my
married life.

I felt him tensing up to cum. He rammed his cock deep
inside me and began shooting his warm sperm into my
cunt. It just kept spurting and spurting. When he
dismounted his semen ran from my open pussy and dripped
down my legs. I just know that I loved the sex and the
very idea of fucking a black man.

In the following weeks I went out with several of the
black men at work and always ended up fucking them. By
late December I found out I was pregnant. I also
learned I had been knocked up at that Halloween party.
It was definitely Todd’s black baby in my white belly.

The evening of the day I found out, I lay in bed with
Larry, jerking him off slowly as we talked about my
interracial sex. I finally got the courage and said,
“I’m going to have a baby.”

Larry looked at me.

“I’m pregnant,” I said again. “And the baby is
definitely black.”

Larry stared at me, his cock growing hard as an
aluminum baseball bat. I told him again about what I
had learned. With a deep groan, my husband shot a huge
load that flew several inches into the air before
covering my hand.

Larry insisted I have the baby. I agreed. But he also
insisted I continue to date and fuck black men. I more
than enjoyed the black cock I was getting – by then I
felt like I was “addicted.”

My belly became big and swollen and my already big tits
grew even bigger. Larry stopped cumming inside me
because he I loved to have me jerk him off over my
heavy, bulging belly. He began calling me his “whore
wife,” and was ecstatic to have his very own “black
man’s whore.”

His whore wife had her black baby last July. Naturally,
many people we knew were taken aback. Some stopped
seeing us completely.

I had wondered what my sexual desires would be after
having a black man’s baby. I wondered the same about
Larry. I can honestly tell you that nothing has
changed. I still date and fuck black studs, and I have
a steady black boyfriend now. His name is Garry and he
is hung massively. That’s how I chose him. He fucks
wonderfully well and we get it on several times a week.
Interestingly enough, he wants me to have his baby now.

My husband is excited beyond belief. He considers my
cunt and mouth a natural reserve for “black men cum.”
He loves for me to jerk him off as I tell him how much
I prefer sex with black men. He always wanted a whore
wife and now he feels totally fulfilled. I have
willingly and enthusiastically agreed to be a whore for
black men. For me there is simply no other alternative.