EPILOGUE

 

 

She began showing in a few months’ time.

 

The baby bump suited her, and somehow her natural glow was even brighter than it normally was. She smiled wide all the time, and I loved seeing the hop in her step. Kathy was a deep happy woman throughout her entire pregnancy, and the thought of that satisfied me greatly.

 

We had a lot of sex during those nine months, and during that time Kathy didn't want Richard involved in the bedroom. Later in life, I learned that it was her way of subliminally reinforcing that the baby was mine, and on some level - I think it worked. We would make passionate love, I would cum in her, and her bump would grow bigger and bigger.

 

Our family, our friends, everyone, was told that we had found a donor from the clinic, and utilized the standard syringe insertion for the pregnancy to take. There were some strange facial expressions made, and interesting conversations had, when we had told them of the donors race - but ultimately none of that mattered. The only people that knew the truth were Myself, Kathy, Richard, and Kathy's doctor.

 

The day finally arrived, and we named him Michael. I loved him immediately, and was surprised by how close a resemblance he bore to Kathy, albeit somewhat darker. He was an exceptionally happy and healthy child.

 

After living for some time with Michael in the apartment, we decided it best to move out to the suburbs, as families often did. We still saw Richard, maybe four or five times a year. We would block out a few days, usually sending our son to his grandparents’ house during his visits. Our bond with Richard continued to deepen over that time, despite not seeing him quite as often as we used too. I think Kathy and I both grew to consider him as our best friend, although our relationship with the man was obviously much more complicated than that.

 

"Oh yeah baby. Just like that!"

 

Kathy was writhing underneath him as he stuffed her. I might have been biased, but I think my wife looked even better now in her fourties. Sure, there were a few added pounds and some new wrinkles, but she was still a certifiable sex pot. To be honest, I think Richard also preferred her with the added thickness.

 

"God damn woman! You missed this big black cock!" He grunted deep as he pumped into her. It was stunning to see him able to still able perform at his age, especially given the size of his organ. He insisted time and time again that he didn't even need any pharmaceutical help either. He cited that science would never be able to make a better erection drug than my wife.

 

That caused her to swoon, and open her legs for him as she had so many times in the past. I would look on, as I always did, naked and impossibly erect. I, too, had gained some weight in my advanced age, but somehow, Richard had maintained his physique. My wife would wrap her legs around his back, clawing into him, and he would bombard her with those deep vaginal orgasms that only he could give her. She would cream all over his impossibly large tube of onyx, his heavy black balls would flop and slap, smacking the lily white skin of her gorgeous ass. He would satisfy her on a deep sexual level, that few women ever get to experience.

 

Kathy locked up, convulsing in yet another unbelievable contraction, "Ohhh Goddd!! Yesss!! I-I'm c-cumminggg! I'm cumming for my stud!!"

 

I always came when she called him her stud. I couldn't help it - there was too much literal meaning behind those impossibly naughty words. I spurted on our bedroom floor, pleasure filled waves overcoming me. It certainly wasn't the first time I had cum early while watching them together.

 

Richard roared, "I love watching that married pussy cum on my black cock!" He bucked powerfully as his balls pulsed violently, cream-pieing my wife. It was the fourth time today that he unloaded into Kathy's pussy.

 

Unlike years past, however, there was no fear of pregnancy. Richard had long since had a vasectomy.

 

Also unlike years passed, they didn't move to disengage immediately. They looked into each others eyes with love, and kissed passionately. I had learned not to let it bother me, as I could only accept the feelings they had for each other. I was my wife's heart, and I always would be - but there's no doubt she had carved out a small place inside of her for this man. He was the man who took her to unbelievable sexual heights, and he was also the man who had, near 15 years ago, impregnated her. Their feelings, only made sense.

 

Richard's visits kept up over the next couple years, but our trips to the bedroom ended abruptly. "Father time comes for us all." Was the quote he had offered. It mattered not, Kathy and I were both happy to simply spend time with our friend, and we did, for a time.

 

Richard passed away suddenly, at the age of 65. To make matters worse, we didn't learn of his death until a letter arrived in the mail. It was a notice of trust fund for Michael, and a very healthy one at that. It was an extremely emotional moment in time for us, and for Kathy especially. After his death, we both entered into a reflective, solemn state of mind. It lasted for months.

 

It wasn't until Michael came home from a party one night, that we were once again able to enjoy a hearty laugh. He had just become a senior in high school, and he was a late bloomer, but had absolutely sky rocketed in height and stature over the last year.

 

Kathy and I were sitting on the couch, watching a serial, as he entered. He was crying, holding something in his hand.

 

"What’s wrong Mike?" I immediately asked.

 

His emotions overtook him, and he dropped the wrapper on the floor.

 

"I keep trying bigger sizes and nothing fits me. Amanda and I were going to-" His tears got the best of him, and he ran to his room, stifling them.

 

Kathy and I both looked at the floor, and noticed a Magnum XL condom wrapper, broken.

 

At first I was flabbergasted that he was this sexually active, it seemed like just weeks ago he was disgusted by the thought of girls. Secondly, I was a bit depressed to think that he had grown up this quickly. Mostly, though, I was proud he was making an effort to practice safe sex. We had a long talk with him, and after Kathy left the room, I explained to him that I would order him some custom ones. I also took a moment to explain to him how lucky he was, and that most guys would kill to be in his position. That, at least, brought a smile to his face.

 

It wasn't until he fell asleep, that Kathy and I exploded in muffled laughter. We laughed to tears, for nearly two hours. It was a cathartic, absurd, and surreal evening. I think we both realized how fucking crazy life could be, and how lucky we were to have experienced ours together.

 

Some more time passed, and we slowly succumbed to routine. On a whim, I decided to add some spice back into our sex life. We were well past the point of exploring the option of finding a new bull. Besides, I don't think Kathy would have even wanted to. I did, however, make a perverted stop at the local Adult store, coming home with an impressively sized dildo, of which I'm sure one could guess the color.

 

Later that night she was moaning as I stuffed it in and out of her. It wasn't long before she came, hard, all over the silicon of the fake black cock. I looked at her beautiful body as she shuddered in pleasure. I noticed her thick curves, and mildly wrinkled creases, they aroused me to no end.

 

Eventually her orgasm subsided, and she noticed my erect dick jutting outwards. She smiled, and spoke, "After all these years, you still love watching me cum on a big black cock."

 

I nestled up against her womanhood, and entered her with my own dick. I looked into her eyes, there was a life time of experience, respect, and companionship there. Risks taken, challenges overcome, fantasies explored. I wouldn't have traded it for anything.

 

Her voice was sweet, as if she was seeing the same thing in mine. "I love you John."

 

"I love you too, Kathy."

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