TITLE    : South Padre Island Vacation Ch. 02
STORYID  : south-padre-island-vacation-ch-02
SUMMARY  : An Interracial Visit.
AUTHOR   : JayCuck@lit
DATE     : 2013-09-27
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |interracial adultery|hotwife|cuckold|


The drive home was long for John and Becca and they picked up a passenger before they left the island. Silence joined them in the car and rode with them the entire drive home. They spoke to each other some and laughed a bit; but both of them were lost in their own thoughts and content to let Silence sit between them. Their hands rested together, fingers intertwined; as gentle squeezes and soft smiles became their primary method of communicating. While words were barely spoken; love and understanding were shared between them.



They did stop at a drug store on the way home, but they were out of pregnancy tests, so they finished the drive home. Their little car finally made its way into their driveway and John volunteered to unload the luggage. He was rewarded with a kiss on the cheek and Becca went inside. Her luggage was still heavy, but he didn't have to carry it as far this time. He unpacked quickly, which basically consisted of just dumping everything into the laundry basket; and wandered into the kitchen for a beer.



A beep and subsequent metallic voice of their answering machine came from the kitchen. Becca was standing at the machine, deleting old messages and she winked at John as he made his way to the fridge. John admired the view, because Becca had changed into really short shorts, a tank top and she was braless. <em>Yea!</em>



"John, will you please get me a beer? Pretty please baby?" Becca's singsong voice melted his heart as always.



"Of Course baby."



He grabbed two beers, cut up a lime and stuffed a lime wedge into both of them. It was a technique they had picked up in Texas and now they drank all of their beers with a lime wedge. A smile lit Becca's face as he handed her beer over. They clinked bottles and John flopped down on the most comfortable thing in the world, his own couch, and closed his eyes.



The messages were finally deleted and it was clear that John and Becca had missed a few parties, while they were on vacation. Since it was still Friday, they also had a few invitations for the weekend, but they'd get to them later. It felt too good to just sit on the couch and John wasn't inclined to move for anyone right now.



The couch moved slightly and John felt Becca sit next to him and leaned her head against his shoulder. He cracked an eye open at her. "How you doing baby? Everything ok?" He moved his arm around her back and let her lay her head on his chest.



"Yea. I'm fine John. It was a really great vacation and we needed a chance to get away and relax. While we didn't plan what happened with DeShawn; I don't regret anything. Do you?"



"No." John sighed. "I don't regret it honey and I'm really hoping we brought a little package back with us. DeShawn is a really good guy and I don't think we could have picked a better person. He handled the situation very well and treated us both with respect, especially you, and that made everything easier. It wasn't exactly easy for me, but he made it easier."



John believed most of what he told Becca and tightened his arm around her. "I love you honey." His arm squeezed her hard against him; and he kissed the top of her head.



"I love you to John. Always and forever."



The invitations were declined for Friday night and John and Becca settled for thin crust pizza, a movie and a solid 10 hours of sleep. They both needed to recuperate from their vacation and sleep was the best medicine. They both enjoyed being back in their own bed and in their own home.



As usual, John was up early on Saturday morning. His body clock wouldn't let him sleep past 6 unless he was hung over. He tiptoed into the closet to dress and carried his jogging shoes to the door before slipping them on. He stopped to admire Becca as she slept, silently watching her chest rise and fall. Her face was angelic, when she was sleeping and he thought she looked more beautiful than ever. He shook his head and quietly walked out to finish getting ready.



There was a track nearby and that's where John headed. It was relatively cool for a Texas morning and John hit the track running; considerably faster than his normal pace. Despite his calm demeanor when they got home yesterday, uncertainty flooded through him. He kept asking himself over and over, if they did the right thing.



He didn't have a good answer to that question. A huge part of him (and Becca) wanted to be a parent, a dad, a 'daddy', and they had tried everything to get pregnant. They were prepared to try artificial insemination, where they basically just chose some random sperm donor. That approach was clinical, cold and depressing for him and Becca. He still shuddered when he thought of it and he remembered Becca crying at the thought of being artificially inseminated.



DeShawn on the other hand was a great guy, he was in great physical condition and he was a legitimate hero. He held a position in one of the most elite units in the military and he genuinely cared about their situation. John thought back to the incident at the nightclub. He hadn't been there, but Becca made it clear that he had saved her from those two punks and risked his own safety to do it. <em>Still,</em> he reminded himself, <em>he fucked your wife, repeatedly, and she loved it! And you asked him to do it, dumbass!</em>



That thought stuck with him and he couldn't shake it couldn't let it go; couldn't out run it. The sound of his footfalls on the track echoed in the early morning. They were his only company, unlike at the beach when he ran with DeShawn. His footfalls came faster, harder, as his pace increased. <em>Half a mile down</em>, he thought to himself; and imagined DeShawn next to him. He increased his pace further, almost sprinting now.



Sweat was flowing in earnest, down both sides of his face, as he pushed himself harder. His breathing became more labored and he was gulping air now, well past his normal steady breathing method. The muscles on his neck stood out and his arms pumped out a fast, steady rhythm, propelling him forward. <em>One mile down, c'mon pick it up John</em>, he berated himself now, trying to get angry and use that energy to go faster. <em>Don't let him win!</em> DeShawn was still beside him, still pushing him, still fucking Becca!



The tingling always started in his fingers, but moved quickly past his hands, past his elbows and approached his shoulders. Oxygen deprivation. He recognized the signs and still refused to slow down. In his mind, slowing down would mean losing to DeShawn and he felt he already lost enough to him. His vision was getting blurry, narrow, as tunnel vision started to close in on him. Nausea finally joined the party and he felt his stomach tighten. Gasping loudly now, his mouth was filled with a metallic taste.



The inevitable happened and deep down, John knew it would. He wanted it to happen, needed it to happen. It was the only way he would accept slowing down. John felt his stride falter, his feet tangled with one another and he crashed down, hard. His momentum caused him to slide forward and the little crushed rocks on track dug into the palms of his hands, scraping and tearing his skin away. He slid for only a few feet, but it was enough to make sure first several layers of skin were gone from his hands; and as many little rocks as possible, were imbedded into his scrapes.



John used his forearms to carefully flip himself onto his back, held his palms up in front of his face and surveyed the damage. <em>Fuck me, that stings</em>, he thought and lowered his hands to his heaving chest and stared up at the sky. The world was spinning, but fortunately he could tell the spinning was getting slower, so he was pretty sure he could keep from throwing up.



"SHE'S MY WIFE!"



He shouted as loud as he could, straining is throat and he didn't care who heard him. One run wouldn't exorcise any demons, but the pain and exhaustion made them easier to handle. He thought he was ok with what happened on their vacation, but now he was having difficulty dealing with it. Did Becca want him anymore? They had barely touched each other the entire week and she seemed more than happy to let DeShawn have his way with her. They fucked like rabbits every night and even snuck back during the day to fuck each other.



John forced himself to his feet, before the tears started to flow, and swayed slightly as he tried to stay upright. He noticed a pair of red stains on his t-shirt, bracketing his chest, and realized his hands were bleeding. Blood was flowing freely from the scrapes on his palms and he could feel the wetness flowing down his fingers. <em>Just great John!</em> He started home, wondering what he was going to say to Becca.



He left blood on the door handle when he entered the house and immediately headed to the kitchen to rinse his hands. He really hoped Becca was still in bed.



"Hi Honey. Have a good run?" It clearly wasn't John's day as Becca's bright smile greeted him from the kitchen stove.



"Yea honey, but I-."



"John, what the hell happened to your shirt? Holy shit, are your hands bleeding? Get over here now!"



Becca met him at the sink and got the water running. Cool water hit his hands and a hiss escaped his mouth. He gritted his teeth and kept his hands under the faucet.



"Keep your hands in the water, I'll be right back." Becca patted him on the back, disappeared into their bedroom and returned in record time.



"Start talking mister! Your hands look like hamburger. What happened?" Becca's eyes were flashing with concern and anger and she had a pair of tweezers. <em>Oh god, No!</em> John thought and sure enough Becca started pulling little rocks out of John's skin. She wasn't gentle. <em>Definitely not my day</em>.



Becca finally got his hands cleaned up and insisted on using the entire roll of gauze to bandage his hands. That was a disaster, but John went along with her, because he knew better than to argue with Becca when she got in this kind of mood. A few minutes later, John sat on the couch and admired his mittens. Becca watched him try and work the remote control for a while, laughing at his frustration and eventually took pity on him. The mittens turned into medium-sized bandages and he was able to use most of his fingers. Becca decided he had enough use of his hands to help with the housework; and assigned him the laundry.



Laundry got sorted into different piles and he put the first load in to wash. The smell of food cooking was coming from the kitchen, so John headed in that direction. Becca had just finished making lunch and they sat down together.



"John, you run almost every day. I've never seen you have an accident." Her eyes were full of concern and her tone was low, soothing. "Do you want to tell me what happened?"



"It's nothing Becca. I was just running too fast and I tripped. Honestly, that's what happened." John's eyes focused on his grilled cheese sandwich and he felt Becca's hand on his shoulder. "Honey, what were you thinking about when you tripped?"



"You and DeShawn." John admitted simply. He couldn't meet her eyes. "I thought I was ok with it. I convinced myself that once were back, everything would be ok, but it's not Becca. I can't stop thinking of you two together and that I've let you down. I'm worried that I convinced you to do something you'll regret and I'll lose you because of it."



Silence descended on the table and John finally risked a glance at Becca. Her eyes were full of tears, but she was smiling at John. She got up, hugged him tightly and ran her fingers through his hair. Her lips felt cool as she covered his face in kisses.



"John, I love you so much." Her chair creaked a bit as she sat back down. "Please listen to me and just hear me out." He nodded.



"You have never let me down John; not once, not ever, in our entire marriage. You certainly didn't let me down in South Padre." She paused and looked steadily into Johns eyes. "I'm very happy and even grateful to you for having the courage to suggest me being with DeShawn. It shows me just how much you love me and want to be the father of our child. Most people will never understand what it's like to want children so badly you cry yourself to sleep at night. Those same people will never be faced with the choice of going without children or going to clinic to have some random sperm put inside them. It's a horrible choice John and you had the courage to choose a different path. It's a better path than the one we were on and I will be forever grateful to you."



Becca leaned forward and kissed him softly. "I love you John. Nothing will ever change that and I will never leave you. I promise. DeShawn is a great guy, but he's not you and he's not my husband." A grateful smile filled Johns face and he nodded. They finished lunch and a thought crossed Johns mind. His face lit up and a big smile crossed his face.



"Hey, I have an idea?" Becca closed the dishwasher and started it. "What's that?"



He couldn't stop smiling. "Let's go to the grocery store. We need a few items and one thing in particular." Confusion showed on Becca's face, but she smiled with him. "Uhhh. Ok. What special item do we need?"



"You'll see. Come on."



They made a quick list of things they needed at the grocery store, minus John's secret item of course. Becca drove, because John's hands were still a little painful. Once inside, they collected all of their items and headed towards the front to check out.



John squeezed Becca's hips. "You go ahead baby, I'll meet you there?"



"Ok don't take too long."



John almost sprinted back to the pharmacy area and frantically searched for his secret item. <em>There you are</em>, he thought to himself and grabbed several. They were a bit pricey, but he didn't care and he definitely wanted to be sure. He couldn't stop smiling as he approached Becca in the checkout line. She looked up at him, noticed what he was carrying and burst out laughing. She blushed a very cute shade of red and glanced quickly around.



She leaned toward him and whispered. "Oh my god. How many did you get?"



"All of them." He said simply, still smiling like an idiot, and then shrugged his shoulders. "I wanted to be sure and hey, if you're not pregnant, we'll use them eventually. Right?"



That earned him a big hug and Becca's eyes were misty, as she pulled back from him. "I love you so much John. I couldn't have picked a better man to share my life."



They drove home and on the way, Becca reminded John that home pregnancy tests were sometimes inaccurate and she needed to wait until she missed her period. So they had a two week wait, before they could take the test. John remembered hearing this before, because they had been trying for a while, but his excitement got the best of him.



The next two weeks saw Becca and John resume their normal lives together. They both went back to work and slid right back into business as usual. The only difference in their lives, and it was significant, was that John no longer had any performance issues. His cock got rock hard at the thought of Becca fucking DeShawn. John didn't understand why, but the thought of them together, worked like a charm for him. He didn't tell Becca why he was so hard, he kept that to himself; but she didn't seem to care.



John was right. Becca didn't care what caused the change in John. She suspected the reason, but she wasn't going to broach the subject, for fear it would sabotage his confidence. She simply enjoyed being with her husband again sexually. It was nice to see him hard, erect and dying to have sex with her. It made her feel beautiful and desirable and she missed that with John.



Becca also had her own little secret and she didn't share it with John. Since being with DeShawn for a week, she could barely feel him inside of her. She could tell when he entered her, but she was too loose to get much pleasure from their sex. She found herself faking orgasms for the first time in her marriage and began asking John for oral sex more often. John was such a sweet guy; he gladly performed oral on her until she came and then slid inside of her to cum himself. Becca found herself masturbating, after John fell asleep and kept remembering how DeShawn fucked her. <em>I'll forget him eventually</em>, she thought.



The week her period was supposed to visit finally arrived. Becca had always been very regular in her periods, so she knew immediately the day her period should have come and didn't. It took all of her resolve, not to rush into the bathroom at work and take the test, but she waited until she got home. She called John and he asked her to wait until he could come home, because he wanted to be there with her. He was lucky he didn't get any speeding tickets on the way home and he rushed through the door.



Johns face was flushed and he was out of breath. "Ok. You all set? You need me to do anything?"



Becca laughed. "No Baby. Just wait." She disappeared into the bathroom.



One side to the other and back again, John paced in their living room. He tried to breathe deeply and calm down, but only succeeded in making himself light-headed. Finally, he picked a spot on the couch and sat down. Of course, Becca walked into back into the room, just as his ass hit the cushion. Becca was looking at the floor as she walked toward him and John immediately felt deflated.



"Aww shit baby. Well don't wor-"



Becca couldn't keep up the act any longer. She squealed loudly, jumped in place a few times and clapped her hands excitedly. "BLUE! It's Blue. It's blue. It's BLUE!"



"Yes!!!" John rushed over and held her close. Becca started sobbing, but for the first time in a long time; they were tears of joy. They clung to each other silently, no words were spoken and no words need to be spoken.



John insisted that Becca take two more tests and they both came back positive. Smiles were cemented on both of their faces that night. John took her out to a nice dinner and they came back and made slow, passionate love to one another. Becca promised to stop by the doctor's office and have them confirm it for them tomorrow. While they believed the home pregnancy tests, it wouldn't be official until the doctor confirmed it. They agreed not to tell anyone; not even family, until it was confirmed by the doctor.



John and Becca asked for the next day off, and surprisingly, it was approved on short notice, so they went to the doctor together. Their hands were locked together, while they waited in the doctor's office. Eventually they were seen and sure enough, the doctor confirmed it. Becca was pregnant!! She got a ton of material from the doctor and her first bottle of pre-natal vitamins. They ran down to the bookstore and bought just about every baby book in stock and rushed home.



Once they got back, they sat down and planned their communication strategy for their friends and family. Becca started writing down names. "Ok, I'll list everyone we know and start an email list, so we don't miss anyone."



"Sounds good babe. Umm, just how much detail are we going to provide to everyone?" John gave her a sidelong glance, his eyebrows raised.



"Well, we're not going to tell them everything, that's for sure." She brought her hand up to her ear and mimicked a phone. "Hey mom, I just spent the week in South Padre getting my brains fucked out by a gorgeous black guy and oh by the way, I'm pregnant."



John laughed. "Yea, that wouldn't go over so well. Artificial insemination then?"



"Definitely." She nodded her head. "It's the only thing that makes sense and everyone knows we've been considering it."



He nodded back to her. "I agree. Y'know there is a small chance that the baby is mine." He got a skeptical look from Becca. "Heyyyy, be nice, it's possible."



"You're right baby. It is possible, not likely, but possible." That comment earned Becca a solid glare from John. "Let's just not mention race at all and if it's yours great. If it turns out to be DeShawn's, then we'll say that the race of the father didn't matter to us. That also happens to be true, by the way, besides, you will be the only person in the delivery room with me."

<hr pg="2" />"Sounds like a plan baby. When do you want to tell DeShawn?"



Becca answered quickly, as if she had already considered it. "Tonight! I think we should call him tonight." John nodded. "Ok, sounds good. Let's give him a call."



Becca grabbed her purse and dug through it. "Jeez Becca, you could lose a whole person in that purse of yours." That earned him a distracted slap, as she continued to dig for buried treasure in her purse.



"Aha! Found it." She showed it to John and stuck out her tongue. "Real mature baby."



"Fuck you!" It was so uncommon for Becca to curse, that John couldn't help but laugh.



"Ok, enough. Let's call him." Becca clapped her hands excitedly. She had to dial the number twice, but she finally got it right and they put the call on speakerphone and sat back.



He picked up on the third ring. "Hello." They recognized DeShawn's voice immediately.



"Hi DeShawn-"Becca and John said his name simultaneously, looked at each other and laughed. They were sitting next to each other and both of them were staring at the phone. The mic in the phone was very good, but they still felt like they had to speak right above it. They were both excited, but John nodded at Becca to continue.



"Hi. It's John and Becca. How are you?"



"Hey guys. I'm good." They could hear the smile in DeShawns voice. "It's great to hear from you. How are things in Texas?"



"It's freakin' hot hear in Texas. That's how it is dude." John answered before Becca, but she followed John. "Yes, it's very hot. Hey, where are you? Did you decide on Texas, Florida or Washington for your next assignment?"



"Well, I decided on Florida. I'm in the panhandle and it's a special operations base, so I'm back on active mission status." He paused. "It's actually weird that you caught me, because I was just back in my quarters to pack. I'm headed out tomorrow."



Becca and John both knew that probably meant he was going somewhere dangerous, but that he couldn't tell them where. As a Para-rescue operator, DeShawn could be called just about anywhere in the world on short notice and his assignments were never easy or safe.



John and Becca exchanged a glance, but it was Becca that answered. "Wow. Will you be gone long?"



"I'm not sure. Ideally no, but I never know, until I get more mission details." His voice was serious and calm. DeShawn's voice was typical of a consummate professional. He was someone who had clearly been there, done that and got the T-shirt.



"Wow, well you be careful out there and come back safe; you hear me?" Becca leaned forward for emphasis.



"Yes Ma'am. I will. So what's up guys? You calling just to wish me luck or do you have good news to share?"



Becca laughed and clapped her hands. "We have awesome news to share. We are pregnant DeShawn! Yayyyyy!" She circled her hands in front of her and sang. "We're having a baby. We're having a baabbby!"



DeShawn and John both busted up laughing and before long they were all laughing. It was a happy moment for all of them and even thought they were separated, their closeness was evident.



"That's great guys. I'm so glad to hear that. I know you've been trying for a long time. Congratulations!" Happiness rang through his voice, but it was also tinged with a tiny bit of uncertainty.



"Thank you DeShawn." John responded. "We are ecstatic right now and we wanted to share the news with you first. We also wanted to say thank you again."



"Aww guys, you're welcome." He gave a short laugh. "Actually, it was my pleasure. Really, it was my pleasure, wasn't it Becca?"



Becca laughed. "You are so bad, DeShawn." John smiled, but suddenly didn't feel like laughing. Becca caught the look on his face and visibly focused on the conversation.



"DeShawn, in all likelihood the baby is yours, however John and I have been together since our vacation. So we're not sure who the father is at this point."



"No worries guys, I understand."



"Good. We're going to wait until the baby is delivered and by then; the father will be obvious. I hope that's ok with you?"



"Yep, that's fine. Thank you for asking."



Becca continued. "You're welcome. We wanted to keep in touch with you and update you as the pregnancy progresses. Are you ok with that as well?"



"Sure. I would really like that and thank you."



"You're Welcome DeShawn." Becca looked over at John and he nodded. "We had one last question for you."



"Shoot." John thought he could hear a bit of caution in DeShawn's voice.



"Would you like to be present at the delivery?"



Technically, they hadn't discussed that last part, but John saw the direction of Beccas thoughts and nodded to her. While he still wasn't sure if he wanted DeShawn present when the baby was born; it was hard to deny him that right. Like it or not, if the baby was DeShawns; they had agreed to keep in involved in the child's life.



DeShawn didn't answer right away and when he did answer his voice was filled with emotion.



"Would you guys be ok, if I was there when the baby was born?"



Becca and John responded together. "Yes." John continued. "DeShawn we told you we would keep you involved and we meant it. We're not trying to put any pressure on you at all; but you are welcome to be there with us."



Silence greeted them again, but they waited patiently. It was obvious that what had been a fun sexy time at the beach; had become serious for DeShawn.



"Guys, I'll have to think about it. Honestly, I'm not sure and my schedule is unpredictable. I hope you understand."



"Sure thing DeShawn. We understand completely and we'll keep in touch with you as we go along."



"Sounds good guys. Thank you again. Now I gotta get going." The heard movement on DeShawn's end of the line.



"Be careful DeShawn." Beccas voice was full of emotion as well. "Yea man, watch your ass." John added.



"I will guys. Take care."



"Bye."



The call ended and both John and Becca sat and looked at each other. "I don't think he's going to want to be involved, do you?"



"I'm not sure." Becca shrugged. "I think it's a lot for him to take in and he's probably not sure how he feels right now."



"Yea you're probably right." John got up and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator.



"I still think we keep him involved and probably the best way to do that is email. We can give him updates and maybe some pictures of me as the pregnancy moves along."



He put his beer down on the table. "Whoa. Pictures of you? When did we talk about sending him pictures of you?"



"Calm down honey." Becca smiled and put her hand on his arm. "We were going to document the pregnancy anyway. I'm just talking about pictures that show my belly getting bigger. That's it, nothing nude or X-rated."



John's face was still unconvinced. "Becca, I don't know. I think simple emails should be fine."



He took a long pull of his beer and then pushed his chair back a little. Becca slowly stood up, walked over and sat down on his lap. She nuzzled and licked his neck and then bit his ear lightly, whispering lightly. "Please John."



Unconsciously his head twisted a bit, as he reacted to Beccas tongue on his neck. She knew he loved it when she did that to him and his cock got hard in a second. His hands came up and he caressed her back.



"Hmmmm, someone is getting frisky." Becca murmured into his ear. John couldn't help himself and got fully hard with Becca grinding her hips against his cock. She pushed her tits against his chest and kissed him hard. She pulled back and stared into his eyes, but continued to move her hips over his cock. John was getting a little lap dance from his wife and he loved it.



"Baby, don't you want to watch as my belly swells?" John nodded.



"You want to take pictures, as it gets bigger and bigger right?"



John gasped. "Yes."



"Well, I'll just send one or two of those pictures to DeShawn, ok?" She ground her hips harder against his cock. "Ok baby?"



"OK." John nodded desperately. "Ok!"



"Good. I think he should see his baby growing inside me." She paused and stared intently into John's eyes. "I think he will love to see his black baby growing inside my white belly. Don't you?"



Instead of answering, John stood up abruptly, his chair flying back from the table. Becca's legs automatically went around his hips and she thrust her tongue in his mouth. He carried her into the bedroom and they were naked in seconds. John frantically thrust inside of her. Becca moaned as John thrust inside of her, hard and desperate. He thrust once, twice and John shouted on the third thrust as he felt himself release and spurt inside of her. Becca held him close to her, his weight comforting on top of her and kissed his neck and shoulders. She suspected that the thought of her and DeShawn together, was responsible for John's newly found erections. She smiled to herself as she realized she was right.



Still gasping for breath, John rolled off Becca and lay back staring at the spinning ceiling fan. He closed his eyes and he remembered Becca's last words and the uncontrollable thrill they sent through him. <em>I almost came in my pants</em>, he thought. Embarrassment flooded through him and he felt his face get hot. There was no way to hide it from Becca any longer; she knew now that he was turned on by the thought of her and DeShawn. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and found her smiling to herself.



Becca felt John's eyes on her and turned to face him.



"Do you want to talk about it or pretend that didn't just happen?"



She rolled over on her side facing John. Her hand found his chest and she dragged her fingers over his skin.



"I don't know what to say Becca." John sighed heavily. "I don't know how to begin or how to put it into words."



"Do you mind if I ask you questions then? Will that make it easier?"



He didn't answer.



"John. I love you. Nothing you tell me will change that. I promise."



John took hold of her hand and squeezed it. Becca smiled and kissed his cheek. She waited to see if he would speak and decided that silence was going to be his approval for her to ask questions.



"You know I used to date black men exclusively when I was college right? We've discussed that before."



"Yes Becca, I remember." There was a note of bitter sarcasm in his voice. "I also remember you saying that I didn't need to worry about it and that I was more than enough man for you."



"That's true John. It was true then, it was true while we were on vacation and it's still true now."



"Are you sure?" He looked over at her. "I know DeShawn is much larger than me. At least from the way you were moaning when you two had sex, it seemed that way. I mean, as long as we're talking, let's just be honest."



Becca took a silent, deep breath. Mentally she rolled her eyes, because men were ultra-sensitive about the size of their cocks. Even guys, who were blessed with big ones, were still sensitive about whether someone was bigger. Have you been with someone bigger? Am I big enough for you? Am I too big?



She was sure that last question caused a lot of women to laugh to themselves. It would be funny, if it weren't so serious and important to men. <em>It's a good thing men couldn't develop that muscle like they can their biceps</em>, she thought. <em>Otherwise, women wouldn't be able to walk straight because all the men would exercise that muscle exclusively</em>.



"Honestly John. You are more than enough man for me. I like the size of your cock and I really love having sex with you. I always have, please believe me."



"I do baby, but size matters right?"



Another sigh from Becca. "John, yes size does matter, but only to a point. It's the emotional connection that makes sex good, whether the guy is big or small." She patted his chest to get him to look at her. "Just because a guy has a huge cock, doesn't mean the sex is good. In fact, the sex may be horrible, because he just pounds away like a jack-hammer and expects his cock to do all the work. It can also be painful for a woman and believe me; the sex isn't good when you're in pain."



"You didn't sound like you were in pain with DeShawn."



Another sigh came from Becca. "Grrrrr. Ok, let's talk about DeShawn."



John gave a short laugh. "Yes, let's talk about DeShawn."



"John stop, I'm being serious."



"Ok, Ok. Go ahead."



"Yes, DeShawn is well endowed and yes it was painful the first time with DeShawn." She leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "It was also awkward for both of us. So the sex wasn't great the first time, John."



"Maybe not the first time, but things clearly got intense between you two."



She nodded. "Yes they did and I won't deny that John." She shrugged and admitted. "I think that was inevitable though, because DeShawn is a good-looking, nice guy. It's probably why you suggested him in the first place."



John nodded. She had him there. One of the reasons he suggested DeShawn was that he was a nice guy, who was in shape and had a job that ensured he was medically clean.



Becca's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Besides John, are you telling me that if you met a nice, good-looking woman, you wouldn't have great sex after the first few times?" Sarcasm dripped from her tongue as she continued. "Somehow I think the same thing would have happened if the situation was reversed."



"Ok, you're right. I admit it. You're right." He let his hands flop beside him. "What do you want from me Becca? You're right."



She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead. "Understanding John." She said simply, before continuing. "Understanding and honesty between us; that's all I want from both of us John. Understanding and honesty."



John pulled Becca on top of him. "I can do that Becca. Just promise to love me and never leave me. I need you in my life Becca. It's that simple for me and whatever I have to do; to keep you in my life, I will do."



"Then answer my questions John. Please?"



He nodded.



"The thought of me being with DeShawn, not only sexually, but just being with him; turns you on doesn't it?"



"Awww, Becca!" John covered his face with his palms. "This is sooo embarrassing; I can't believe we're talking about it."



Her voice was soft, pleading. "John. Please."



He dropped his hands and looked at her. "Yes Becca. Yes! It does turn me on and it's the reason I've been able to get hard lately. I just thinking of you two together and Bingo; I'm hard enough to cut diamonds. There! Is that what you wanted to hear?"



John expected laughter, giggling, disbelief and probably a little disgust when he looked at Becca. Instead he was rewarded with love. Becca's eyes reflected simple, deep love and understanding. She slowly lowered her head and kissed him softly, passionately. It was a simple kiss, but it the meaning it conveyed was complex. That simple kiss communicated her depth of feeling and it bared her soul to John; in a way that words couldn't. Words were simply inadequate.



"I love you John."



"Still?"



"Yes John. I love you still and I will love you always."



Relief filled John's body and he kissed Becca again and again. A load had been lifted from his shoulders and he felt closer to Becca, now that he had opened up about his feelings. He sensed that Becca felt the same way.



Becca tweaked his nose. "Baby, it's ok if you like the thought of me being with DeShawn. It doesn't bother me in the least and in fact, it's kind of a turn on for me as well." She blushed.



"Really?" A crooked smile crossed Johns face. "Are you just saying that to make me feel better?"



"Uuuh. No John. I'm being serious." She rested her chin on his chest. "Can I confess something to you?"



"Sure."



"The thought of you watching us, makes me very wet. It doesn't have to be just sex either. The thought of you watching us at dinner, on the beach or just sitting on the lounge chairs. Wow, it really gets me hot." She shrugged. "I guess I like the idea of you watching me."



Silence stopped by for a few minutes, as both of them took time to absorb this new information. Becca finally looked over at John. "Does that change the way you feel about me?"



"No Becca it doesn't. It does however change something else."



She laughed. "What."



John guided her hand down to his cock, which was rock hard again.



"Ohhhh, John."



Becca smiled at John and they didn't talk for a long while. They were both too busy finding new ways to communicate.



Becca and John savored every second of their pregnancy and they didn't miss a chance to take a picture or jot something down in their baby book. Both of them memorized the information in their baby library and they were constantly trying out baby names with one another. They were so happy and sweet with each other, that even their friends got a little sick of it.



Her belly seemed to swell a little more each day and Becca was glowing with happiness. She constantly rubbed her belly and was meticulous at making sure she ate right and took her vitamins. Her doctor got a little exasperated, because she would stop by the clinic to check every detail. Was this food good for the baby, should she stop exercising, was sex ok? Becca was determined to do everything right.



As for the sex, well Becca stopped that shortly after their mutual confessions. <em>I don't want to take any chances John</em>, she said to him repeatedly. She did her best to keep John happy and they bought different lubes and she became an expert at giving John hand-jobs. It wasn't really sex, but it was as close to it as John could get. Becca did give him blow jobs in the beginning, but rapidly transitioned to hand jobs as soon as the morning sickness kicked in.



John and Becca sent DeShawn regular emails and even pictures of Beccas growing belly. She was always fully clothed in the pictures, which made John feel better. Becca made another transition has her pregnancy progressed. She stopped wearing thong underwear, in favor of lacy boy-short, cheeky style of underwear. Honestly, John liked the look of her underwear as much as thongs, but she said these were more comfortable. DeShawn responded to each of their emails, but was noncommittal about doing anything more. It was clear that while he liked John and Becca, he wasn't sure how he fit in now that there was a baby in the picture.



The day finally came and Becca turned to John and said, "It's Time!" Now it was Johns turn to manage the details and he performed flawlessly. What Becca didn't know was that John had been rehearsing this situation for several weeks, so he had every detail worked out perfectly. A few pre-planned texts let everyone know what was going on. He had a big baby bag already in the car and he had another small baby bag ready by the door. He also had a bag, just for Beccas clothes. Every 'just-in-case' item was accounted for and John was so prepared he almost felt he could deliver the baby himself.



They made it to the hospital in record time, without speeding; because John definitely didn't want a speeding ticket. They whisked by the reception desk. The nurses rolled their eyes and smiled to each other as John helped his wife walk into their room. Their doctor stopped by and let them know that everything looked fine.



Becca was amazing and her body handled the birth with surprising ease. It was so easy in fact that a few of the nurses commented that they hadn't had a birth go this smoothly in a long time. Becca didn't need an epidural or any drugs; it was kind of weird John thought. He mentioned it to Becca as they were wheeling down to the delivery room and she smiled at him.



"It's a family thing. The women in my family have 'child bearing hips', at least that's what mom always, told me. My mom and grandmother both had really easy deliveries. I'm sure glad I inherited that gene."



It wasn't an hour later that their baby came into the world. It was a beautiful baby girl and the doctor proclaimed her healthy and happy, despite her cute little cries. Becca got to hold her first, but not after John gave her a quick kiss. Becca held the baby close, stroked her cheek and whispered softly to their new daughter. John gave them both kisses and hugged Becca tight. The nurses in the delivery room exchanged glances and the doctor shrugged his shoulders and congratulated them.

<hr pg="3" />The delivery room was silent, except for the soft noises of a new baby. John and Becca looked down at their daughter and admired her. Her light mocha skin was beautiful and her soft black hair was full of little curls. It was obviously too early to tell, but John and Becca both thought that she resembled Becca. One thing was for certain, the beautiful little girl didn't resemble John in any way. The nurses returned and returned John and Becca to their room. The baby went to the observation room with all the other newborns.



John and Beccas families and friends arrived and congratulated them. There was no concern or questions about the race of the baby. Everyone was so happy that John and Becca finally became parents that the subject never came up. It was a big help that interracial and inter-ethnic couples were commonplace in the military community. Their little daughter was loved and that's what mattered.



John and Becca finally got to take their baby home after two days. Their family and friends gave them some space after about a week or two and everything calmed down in their lives.



A month had passed and they contacted DeShawn. They sent him a lot of pictures and spoke over the phone and discussed their options. John and Becca confirmed that he was still willing to let John adopt the baby formally and he was fine with it. They paid a discrete visit to an attorney and explained their situation. The attorney had them file some paperwork and they were all set. John was officially and legally declared the father of their baby.



DeShawn came to visit them when their little baby was six months old. His visit was originally scheduled for a weekend, but he ended up staying with them for an entire week. It was a fantastic week for all of them.



DeShawn pulled his Mercedes up to the main gate at the Air Force base at about 4pm on a Friday. He had never visited this Air Force base before and he was glad he was only here for a visit. <em>This place is truly in the desert</em>, he thought. The Air Force Base in question was located along the Texas/Mexico border and the only thing out there was airspace. That was the mission of the base after all, pilot training, so they used the airspace every day. There was also little rain or cloud cover, so it was perfect for its intended use; but it was too far from a big city for DeShawn.



A blast of hot air hit him as soon as he lowered his window and he passed his ID over to the gate guard. He was waved through immediately and he started following the directions that John and Becca gave him. Second thoughts ran through his mind once again, but he dismissed them. He still wasn't sure about this visit, but John and Becca had insisted he come. Besides he did want to see Becca again. He still found himself thinking of her and the time the spent together. It wasn't love and he knew that, but they shared a connection for that week in South Padre and he wanted to see if it was still there. John was the wild-card though and DeShawn wasn't sure how John would fit into this situation. He mentioned that to Becca during one of their phone calls, when John had left to use the restroom. Becca assured him that John was fine with everything and DeShawn had better come visit. <em>So here I am</em>, DeShawn thought. <em>In the middle of desert, just north of the border and it feels like I'm in a foreign country.</em>



Becca was waiting for him out on their little front porch, when he pulled into their driveway. Their house had been pretty easy to find and DeShawn noticed that it had the best lawn on the block. He got out of the car just in time to catch Becca. She jumped into his arms, gave him a big hug that lasted long enough for them both to start laughing. Any worries that DeShawn had immediately vanished as he relaxed as he set Becca back down on the pavement.



"It's about time you got here!" Becca exclaimed and poked his chest. "How dare you keep me waiting, Mister?"



"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It took me longer than I thought to make the drive." He put his palms up in surrender. "It's a freakin' long way from Florida and my ass is completely asleep." He stretched and popped the trunk to get his luggage.



Becca leaned into him and whispered. "Well, maybe I can do something about that for you DeShawn." She gave him a naughty smile. "Let's get you inside and get you settled. John and I made up our spare bedroom, so you'll have your own space."



DeShawn's smile reflected his confusion and uncertainty. Becca acted as though things hadn't changed since South Padre and that didn't make sense to DeShawn. He shrugged his shoulders, grabbed his luggage and followed Becca into their house. He couldn't help but notice that Becca definitely had her figure back and the shorts she was wearing really emphasized how nice her ass remained.



It was a typical military housing unit for junior enlisted personnel, but that didn't do it justice. John and Becca had done a great job of furnishing and decorating the house and every square inch reflected the love and attention of both of them. DeShawn also noticed that there were pictures of the baby everywhere and a twinge of jealousy hit him. It was short-lived though, because he quickly realized that John and Becca were able to provide a very stable, loving home. Unfortunately, that was impossible for DeShawn to offer, not because he didn't want to; but because his job and lifestyle simply made it impossible.



Becca led him into their spare bedroom and he dropped his luggage on the bed. It was tastefully decorated, just like the rest of the house. He felt arms circle him from behind and Becca laid her head on his back.



"I'm so glad you came DeShawn. Thank you so much. It means a lot to me and to John, that you came." She squeezed him tightly, before letting him go and stepping back.



"You're Welcome Becca. I'm glad I came as well."



Becca motioned with her head and grabbed his hand. "C'mon. Let's go see what John and the baby are up to."



They walked through the house, past the kitchen and out the back door. The patio was small, but it was shaded by a huge oak tree. There was a slight breeze and combined with the shade, the outdoors actually felt pleasant.



John was standing over a classic Weber grill, beer in hand and he was studying the charcoal briquettes. He had obviously just applied lighter fluid, because the briquettes were still in flames. He looked up and smiled as Becca and DeShawn stepped out of the house. He didn't seem bothered at all, that Becca was still holding hands with DeShawn and he stepped over to greet them.



DeShawn expected a handshake, but got a sincere hug instead. Surprised, he hugged back and threw Becca a confused look, but she just smiled and gave him a wink. John let him go and stepped back.



"DeShawn. Thanks for coming man. It's good to see you."



"Good to see you as well John. You got an extra one of those?" He motioned at the beer.



"Hell Yes. Becca would you mind getting DeShawn something to drink? I've got to tend this fire, if I'm going to properly burn our hamburgers."



"Sure thing honey." She disappeared into the house and John nodded at the chair in front of DeShawn.



"Have a seat dude. Make yourself at home." He smiled. "Mi Casa Es Su Casa; as they say down here on the border."



"Thanks John." Becca reappeared with DeShawn's beer. "Awww. Becca you are an angel. Thank you."



"You're Welcome." Becca didn't sit down in the chair next to him, as DeShawn expected. Instead, she walked past John and into their yard a little ways. She bent over something, but DeShawn couldn't see what it was. He leaned over to get a better look and Becca looked back at him and motioned him over. He got up and walked towards Becca; John gave him a smile and took a swig of his beer as DeShawn walked past him.



Becca was standing near the base of the oak tree, next to a big plastic crib-looking thing. DeShawn approached and he could see the little baby sleeping peacefully. The crib had its own padded bottom, so she wasn't sleeping on the ground. DeShawn stood next to Becca and studied the baby. Her skin was a light brown and her head was full of curly black hair. A cute, pink headband with flowers was on her head and she was dressed in a matching pink dress, with pink socks. It was a cute outfit and DeShawn couldn't help smiling. She was beautiful and he thought she had a lot of Beccas features.



DeShawn met Beccas eyes, smiled and gave her a hug. "Becca, she is absolutely beautiful."



"Yes, we think so as well. She the most beautiful thing in our lives and we have you to thank for it."



They pulled back from one another and Beccas eyes were misty. DeShawn was speechless and simply shrugged his shoulders and looked back at the baby. He stared at her for a while, before he looked back at Becca.



"Hey, what's her name? Are you guys finally going to tell me?"



Becca laughed quietly, so as not to wake the baby and Johns laugh carried over to them as well.



"Sorry about that DeShawn, but we wanted you to be here when we told you."



"That was Becca's idea DeShawn, not mine." John said and tipped his beer at DeShawn. "I wanted to tell you a lot sooner."



"Stop it John. We discussed it."



John shook his head. "No baby, you decided and I just knew better than to argue."



"Whatever."



DeShawn laughed at their little spat and Becca glared at him. He raised his hands in surrender and was rewarded with a smile.



"Anyway." Becca paused for effect. "Her first name is Bethany and her middle name is DeShawna."



DeShawn wrinkled his nose. "I like the first name, but did you really curse this child with DeShawna as a middle name."



That earned DeShawn a hard punch in the arm. "Yes. We did and I like it, so don't make jokes Mister!"



"Ok, Ok. Sorry. It's a beautiful name." A strangely contented smile crossed his face. Becca saw it and reached out and took his hand. She met his gaze and held it.



"John and I both wanted to find a way to work your name into hers and that name sounded the best." She rolled her eyes. "Besides, you definitely don't want to hear the other options we came up with."



Becca pulled him back over to the table and sat him down. She slid onto his lap when he was seated and took a sip of his beer. He grabbed it back as soon as she was done, and she stuck her tongue out at him; before sliding into the chair next to him. The homes in this area all had back yards with no fences, so there wasn't an over-abundance of privacy. John got the hamburgers on the grill and they enjoyed an early dinner.



Just as they were finishing, DeShawn heard a little cry. Becca was up like a shot and picked up the little girl. She quieted down immediately and smiled at Becca. John walked over and the baby leaned away from Becca and held her hands out for John. He immediately took Bethany into his arms and held her close. He twirled a little bit with her and walked over to the patio with Becca in tow.



"DeShawn meet Bethany. Bethany meet DeShawn." Bethany looked at DeShawn and then hid her face in John's neck. "Ohh. Stop it young lady. He's not scary." Bethany peaked out again at DeShawn and gave him a crooked smile.



DeShawn couldn't stop smiling at the little girl. She was absolutely precious and while his life didn't have room for a child right now, he did look forward to that possibility. Beccas hand on his shoulder brought him out of his daydreams.



"We would let you hold her, but she's still a little scared of strangers. I hope that's ok DeShawn."



He nodded. "It's fine Becca. I don't want to make her cry and I need to watch you and John hold her for a while and see how it's done." He laughed. "I can handle, and proficiently use, a variety of firearms and knives; but I am helpless with babies."



Becca squeezed his shoulder. The hamburgers were done and they all went inside. Becca had setup their dining room buffet style, so they sat in the living room watching TV and eating burgers. Bethany played on a blanket in the center of the room that John laid down for her. Becca explained to DeShawn that the house had been 'baby proofed' well before Bethany's arrival; but they still stayed in the same room with her when she was playing. DeShawn was surprised at how active she was for 6 months old and even though she wasn't walking, Bethany still managed to cover some ground.



DeShawn caught them up on what had happened in his life since their vacation on South Padre Island. He had rejoined his unit and he was back on active status. He explained that basically meant, he could be called anywhere in the world, at any time. He had done some short rotations overseas in places he couldn't tell us about. He assured us there were no new wounds or scars and his operations all went off without a hitch. It was surprising to John and Becca how calmly he could speak out his job.



John caught DeShawn up on everything that happened in their lives as well. The whole pregnancy with Bethany was a great story and DeShawn seemed to enjoy hearing it. Becca took responsibility for handling Bethany, so John could talk with DeShawn. She expertly handled Bethany and kept her from moving off the blanket or poking her eye out with her toys.



DeShawn eventually got down on the floor next to Bethany and just watched her play. Bethany looked up at him, but dismissed him in favor of a stuffed dog that barked. As Bethany grew more comfortable with DeShawn's presence, Becca picked her up and put her in DeShawns lap. His arms automatically went around her and he held her as she continued to play with her little barking puppy.



DeShawn looked up to see John and Becca smiling at each other. John looked down at him and Bethany and gave him a thumbs-up. Becca imitated taking a picture, with a question mark on her face and DeShawn nodded. Seconds later, Becca was clicking away with a camera and DeShawn was pretty sure she got every single possible angle.



Bethany's announced her bedtime by falling asleep in DeShawn's arms. Becca took that opportunity to take more pictures of course and John led him to their bedroom, where a crib was setup. John lowered a side of the crib and DeShawn carefully placed Bethany in the crib. John raised the side of the crib, smiled at DeShawn and clapped him on the back.



"You're a natural." He whispered and they left the room.



John and DeShawn rejoined Becca in the living room and helped her clean up. Once the food and baby toys were cleaned up they headed back to the living room. John broke out some beers, a deck of cards and they sat around the dining room table.



Becca sipped her beer and looked over at DeShawn. "In case you're wondering, we are bottle feeding Bethany now, so I can have alcohol again. Yes!!"



DeShawn laughed. "No. That didn't even cross my mind. You guys seem to be a great job with Bethany." He gave Becca a little salute with his beer bottle.



"Well, I did breast feed for the first few months, but it was very painful and the doctor was ok with moving her to bottle feedings." She laughed a little. "My breasts are finally back to normal size now too."



John laughed. "Yea Christmas came early, that's for sure!"



DeShawn shook his head and laughed. "You two are hilarious."



They played cards and talked for the next several hours. Finally, DeShawn couldn't keep his eyes open anymore and retired to the spare bedroom. Becca and John both went to sleep in their bedroom.



DeShawn had always been a light sleeper and his job reinforced that for him. So when he heard sounds out in the living room, he was wide awake in seconds. He took a second to adjust to his surroundings, pulled on his pajama pants and went to use the restroom. He finished, washed his hands and walked out to the living room.



Becca was sitting on the couch with Bethany and she was feeding her a bottle of formula. DeShawn was struck by how beautiful Becca was just feeding the little girl. Becca was wearing a long T-shirt and smiled up at DeShawn as he made his way over to the couch. He carefully sat down next to her and watched Bethany finish her bottle. Bethany was wide awake and enjoying her night-time feeding immensely. It was surprising to DeShawn how quickly she finished her bottle.



Becca handed DeShawn the empty bottle and put Bethany on her shoulder to burp. DeShawn got up to put the bottle in the sink, just as Bethany let out a loud belch. It was the cutest belch he'd ever heard and he couldn't help but laugh. Becca rolled her eyes at him and just pointed to the sink. He nodded his head, walked over to the sink and rinsed out the bottle.



He turned to Becca and whispered. "Hey, do you mind if I get a bottle of water?"



"No of course not DeShawn." She shook her head and motioned to the refrigerator. "Please help yourself."



DeShawn opened the refrigerator door and pulled out a bottle of water. He stopped and grabbed another one for Becca. He shut the refrigerator door and found Becca staring at him hungrily. Their eyes met and even in the darkened room, he could tell that Becca was blushing. She abruptly averted her eyes and resumed patting Bethany's back. She was quickly rewarded with another large belch from Bethany. She got up slowly with Bethany and carried her to the bedroom. Now that Bethany had fed and burped, she was falling fast asleep.



Becca looked at DeShawn and mouthed <em>I'll be right back</em>.



DeShawn sat down on the couch and sipped his water. He wasn't sure what would happen when Becca came back, but he was looking forward to talking with her privately. DeShawn couldn't deny his attraction to Becca and seeing her again brought it all back. The time they spent together on South Padre Island was amazing and Becca was completely uninhibited in bed. She didn't say no to anything, except anal sex and that was only because she wanted DeShawn to get her pregnant. He smiled to himself and remembered how John and Becca asked him to help them conceive a baby. It was the perfect situation for any guy, but especially for him, given his job. They hadn't asked anything of him and kept him as involved as he wanted to be, so it was absolutely perfect.



DeShawn had initially been very conflicted when he learned Becca was pregnant. His feelings grew even more conflicted after Bethany was born. DeShawn had confided in his best friend, Marcus, because he needed to talk about it. Marcus helped DeShawn work through his feelings and it really helped to have an outside perspective on the situation. It was actually Marcus who encouraged DeShawn to come visit John and Becca. <em>It may be the only child you have DeShawn. You should go see her at least</em>. DeShawn remembered Marcus' advice and he was thankful he had taken it.



Marcus and DeShawn were like brothers and they were almost inseparable. Marcus had gone through Para-rescue training at the same time as DeShawn, but he was a class ahead of him. Marcus and DeShawn were the only two black para-rescuemen during their training, so they drifted together and eventually formed a very close friendship. Marcus had been married as well, but that marriage slowly disintegrated after a few years, so Marcus and DeShawn socialized a lot together. Marcus was a great guy and DeShawn trusted him with his life. The only area they couldn't agree on was women. DeShawn preferred to have a relationship with one woman at a time; while Marcus preferred quantity over quality when it came to women.



Marcus was a very smooth operator and was definitely more of a player than DeShawn. He had been openly jealous of DeShawn when he saw the pictures of Becca. DeShawn made it a point to stress that their situation had been about more than just sex. In fact, it was John who suggested the whole thing and it had been completely consensual with everyone. Marcus quickly agreed, but DeShawn could tell that he was focused on Becca, more than anything else. Privately, DeShawn doubted whether Marcus would care about John at all. He figured it was unlikely that John and Becca would have ever offered Marcus the same opportunity they offered to him.

<hr pg="4" />DeShawn shook his head and brought himself back to the present. He took a sip of water, leaned his head back and closed his eyes. It was only a few minutes later that Becca rejoined him. He heard her light footsteps coming back towards the living room and opened his eyes. His mouth dropped open.



Becca was standing in front of him and smiling. In fact, a smile was just about all she was wearing and DeShawn was speechless. Becca's body was still amazing and DeShawn honestly couldn't tell that she had ever been pregnant. His eyes roamed over every square centimeter of Becca's body and a smile slowly grew on his face as well.



A pleased smile rose over Becca's face as she enjoyed DeShawns attention. She had looked forward to this moment ever since her last time with him. She wanted him again so badly and she could hardly wait to feel him inside her. What made it perfect; was that John had given her his blessing. Becca had purchased the baby doll and thong panties specifically for DeShawn. John knew she bought them and he knew she was only going to wear them for DeShawn.



Becca stepped forward, slowly lowered herself and straddled DeShawn's lap. The feel of his cock sent a shiver through Becca and she moved up and down on his lap. A sexy smile came over her face as she felt DeShawn react to her body. Her breasts were in his face and she them moved them from side to side, pushing her nipples against his mouth. Strong, muscled arms caressed her back and pulled her against DeShawns chest. Their lips met and desire flooded through both of them. Becca stayed on DeShawns lap until she felt his cock strain against his pajama pants and his hips thrust upward, lifting her off the couch.



She slid off his lap and kneeled in front of him. Her hands reached up and she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his pajama pants and pulled them down. DeShawn helped by raising his hips and his cock broke free, as Becca pulled his pants down around his ankles. Becca gazed lustily at his cock; it was almost fully hard and standing straight up. It was beautiful and she remembered how good it made her feel. She extended both hands and stroked it softly, lovingly and enjoyed the hard veiny feel of his cock.



DeShawn saw the look on her face. "Do you like my cock?"



Becca tore her eyes away from the beautiful sight in her hands and whispered, "I love your cock DeShawn. It is absolutely perfect." He simply smiled and enjoyed her caresses.



Becca met his eyes again. "DeShawn I want to suck your cock, but I want to take my time and just enjoy it." A very naughty smile crossed her face. "Try and hold back as long as you can."



"Go ahead baby, suck it and I'll do my best to keep you on your knees all night."



DeShawn laid his head back and closed his eyes. A warm wet sensation greeted his senses as Becca started to lick his cock all over. She was an expert at sucking cock and she seemed to truly love it. A big smile crossed his face, as DeShawn remembered Cumming all over Beccas face during their week on South Padre Island. She loved it and let him know that if they weren't trying to get pregnant; she would let him do that more often.



Becca continued to run her tongue over DeShawns shaft, slowly up and down, over the entire length of his cock. His cock was thick and long enough that she could use both hands. She finally put the tip of his cock in her mouth and let her tongue circle around it. DeShawn moaned softly and concentrated on something non-sexual, because Becca was good enough at sucking cock to make him cum quickly. It had also been a while since he had been with someone, so he knew it was going to be difficult to last a long time.



Saliva coated DeShawns cock and it helped Becca force more and more of it down her throat. The muscles in her throat objected slightly, but she had deep throated him before, so she knew she could do it again. The soft, satin feel of his skin, felt amazing on her lips and she made sure to keep her teeth sheathed behind her lips. Deeper, and deeper, DeShawns cock slid further into Becca's throat each time she lowered her head. A tickling sensation hit the tip of her nose; it was DeShawns pubic hair and satisfaction flooded through her. She was close, just a little bit more and she would have all of his cock down her throat. A gag reflex had never bothered Becca once she got used to sucking cock. She was a little famous in college for not having a gag reflex and the hunky black guys all competed for a chance to have Becca suck them off. It was a strange source of pride for Becca and she intended to make the most of it while DeShawn was visiting.



DeShawns fingernails cut into his palms as he focused on trying to hold back his orgasm. Becca had taken his entire cock in her mouth and throat and was humming softly. The combination of pleasures was driving him crazy and he knew he was close. Becca was looking at him when he opened his eyes, gauging his reaction to her cock sucking skills. Her blue eyes were filled with lust and she winked at him, as she pulled his cock from her mouth completely and licked the head of his cock slowly.



DeShawn couldn't hold back any longer and felt his orgasm rush through his body and burst from his cock. Becca had seen his reaction and clamped her lips around his cock. She continued stroking it with both of her hands and felt it flex as the orgasm erupted from it. A sudden rush of warm cum hit the back of Becca's throat and she swallowed quickly. The taste and texture of DeShawns cum, was amazing and Becca swallowed greedily. The salty, creamy taste filled her mouth and she savored every drop. Her hands stroked his cock more insistently as DeShawns orgasm subsided, because Becca was determined to milk every little bit of cum out of it.



Eventually he was finished Cumming and Becca released her lips from around his cock. She licked the head some more and gazed affectionately at DeShawn. His chest was still heaving as he fought to catch his breath. That was probably the best head he had ever received in his life. Becca had crazy good skills, when it came to sex and she wasn't shy about using them. He looked down at her and a tired smile filled his face.



"Holy Shit, Becca. Damn girl, you are really good at sucking cock!" He sighed. "I'm sorry I couldn't hold back any longer."



"Thank you." She looked pleased with herself. "I'm glad you liked it. I missed your cock and I wanted to give you a welcome present." She smiled at him, rubbed her hands over his thighs and rose to her feet.



"I'll be right back." She walked down the hallway to the bathroom and DeShawn lay back on the couch. His clothes were crumpled on the floor and he absently moved them over to the end of the couch. The sound of running water carried through the house and wondered what Becca was doing. She wasn't gone long and came back wearing the same baby doll nightie, but she had taken off her underwear.



She lay down on the couch with DeShawn, lying on top of him and enjoying his big chest and firm abs. Becca thought his body was perfect and the vision of him getting a bottle of water from the refrigerator played itself over in her head. He was shirtless and wearing only his pajama pants. When the light from the refrigerator lit up his torso, his dark skin looked like black satin and his muscles looked chiseled from stone. Becca got wet immediately and knew she was going to have him. With that thought in mind, Becca leaned down and gave DeShawn a deep, soft passionate kiss.



The taste of mouthwash greeted DeShawn and now he understood why she left. Becca had brushed her teeth and washed her mouth out, so she could kiss him. He returned her kiss passionately and they continued to kiss and caress each other for the next several minutes. His hands trailed over her back and ass, softly caressing her curves. Finally, Becca pulled back and rested her head on DeShawns massive chest.



"I missed you so much DeShawn." She murmured into his chest. "It's nice to finally see you again."



"I missed you to Becca." He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed the top of her head. "I am confused about something though." Her head came up and she met his gaze.



"I understand what happened in South Padre and I'm glad you invited me to see Bethany." He paused "But I don't understand what we're doing now."



Silence followed his last statement and he waited patiently for Becca to respond. She was gazing down at him with a little smile on her face. <em>God he is so gorgeous</em>, she thought. Her pussy was still on fire. She took a deep breath to steady herself and ran her fingers over his chest, digging her nails in slightly. DeShawn arched his back and closed his eyes, a low groan came left his very kissable mouth slowly. She loved making him feel good and she also felt his cock start to harden.



DeShawn relaxed below her and brought his hands up and held her face close to his.



"Stop trying to distract me and answer my question, Becca." He kissed her lightly, but his eyes were serious. "You owe me an explanation. I like John and I don't want to hurt him or your marriage."



She laughed quietly. "Ok. Ok. You're right. You're just so gorgeous, but you're right."



DeShawn rolled his eyes at her and she stuck her tongue out at him, in response.



"John and I had a long talk after we got back from South Padre. We obviously had some issues to work through and I was pregnant; so there were a lot of discussions." She used her fingers to mimic quotations.



"The bottom line is that John and I love each other. We love our lives together and we absolutely love our little bundle of joy, Bethany."



Her expression had turned serious and she was maintaining eye contact with DeShawn. He nodded for her to continue and she felt his hands caress her back. She couldn't resist wriggling on top of him again and pressing her tits into his chest.



"Go on Becca."



"Ok, Mr. Spoilsport." She shook her head. "Well, through our discussions, we both learned some new things about each other and they have changed our marriage a bit."



"What did you two learn?" He paused. "If you don't mind my asking."



She shook her head. "No, it's ok, because it obviously involves you." She took a deep breath. "John realized that he liked the idea of me being with another man, specifically a black man. He actually loves the idea and he wants to watch me with another man." She smiled down at DeShawn. "He also trusts that I can be with another man and it's not a threat to our marriage."



"No way. Seriously?"



"Yes. In fact, when we first got to South Padre, John was having some issues performing in the bedroom. When we got back however, those issues disappeared. Want to know why?"



DeShawn nodded. "Absolutely."



She smiled at him. "I thought you would." He pinched her side and she giggled a bit.



"All John had to do was think of you and I together and bingo, his cock got rock hard." She shrugged. "No more performance issues."



"Wow. I don't know what to say."



"You don't have to say anything DeShawn." She looked at him. "John has actually been pretty amazing in bed since then and we're closer than ever."



"That's great Becca."



He paused and looked away for a second. He didn't want to ask this next question, but it was eating at him, so he pushed forward.



"So have you been with any other men?"



He waited anxiously for Becca to answer and finally looked back at her. The expression on her face was serious and it was clear he had hurt her feelings.



"I'm not a complete slut DeShawn." Her voice was level. "No. I haven't been with anyone but John, since South Padre. I don't jump into bed for any guy, even black guys." She punched his chest and sat up. "You fucking jerk!"



"Becca I didn't mean to upset you."



"Too late." She started to stand, but he reached out and brought her back against him.



"I'm sorry, Becca. Truly, I'm sorry." His voice was pleading now. "It's none of my business and I know you're not a slut."



"DeShawn, just because I have a Queen of Spades tattoo, doesn't mean I fuck around." She hit his chest softly again and buried her face in it. "I never should have gotten that tattoo!" Her voice was heavy with emotion and DeShawn could tell that tears were close behind.



"Becca, I'm sorry. Please believe me."



His hand lifted her chin and he reached up and kissed her softly. She nodded, but still didn't meet his eyes. His arms circled her back and he held her close.



"I can be a jerk sometimes Becca. I'm not perfect." He paused. "This is a new situation for me and I just wasn't sure where I fit in now. I am truly sorry; I never want to upset you."



She nodded again and kept her head resting on his chest. DeShawn guessed that there was more to Becca's reaction than what he said to her.



"Want to tell me about it? It might help."



No answer. Becca snuggled against his chest and he held her softly. He wanted her to feel safe in his arms and he swore he would keep her safe whenever he was around her. It surprised him, how protective he felt towards Becca.



"It was during college." Her voice was flat, as if she was reciting someone else's history. "I fell in love with this beautiful black athlete." She sniffed and continued. "At least I thought it was love and maybe he did too at first." She paused for a minute.



"He was a basketball player, really tall and well built. He wasn't as muscular as you, but he still had plenty of muscles. His personality was magnetic and his smile melted my heart immediately. We started dating and it wasn't long, before we were fucking every chance we got.



She raised her head and looked at him steadily, gauging his reaction. DeShawns face was neutral, interested, but devoid of any kind derision or judgment. He had a past as well and he was in no position to judge Becca. She seemed satisfied with his response and continued.



"He was the biggest I'd ever had up to that point and I couldn't believe how good it made me feel." She paused. "I had only ever been with a few guys from school and I now understood just how small they were in comparison."



"Anyway, my grades slipped a little, because I was over at his fraternity almost every night. He was demanding and always suggesting new things we could do or try in bed." She shrugged. "Honestly, I loved all of the sexual things we did and we did just about everything. I hadn't realized how repressed I felt growing up and now I finally got a chance to explore myself and my sexuality. "



"Our relationship lasted about six months, before I caught him with someone else. Needless to say, I was devastated. Some of the other girls on campus tried to warn me that he was a player, but I thought I had changed him." She laughed softly. "God I was so naïve. Obviously we broke up after I caught him."



"My grades came back up and I swore off boys for a while. Everything went back to normal, except I was lonely and I missed him. He obviously didn't miss me though, because I saw him with a new girl just about every month."



"One of his fraternity brothers and I had a class together and we started talking about six months after we broke up." She smiled. "He was nice and understood that I had been completely played by his friend. I didn't want to date him at first, because he was in the same fraternity, but eventually I agreed to go out with him. We started dating and it was really nice. There wasn't the same raw heat between us, but that was good because we actually got to know each other really well. He was the one who helped me understand black men a lot better."



A smile crossed her face and it turned into a little laugh. "I refused to go to the fraternity with him. I didn't want to see my ex and I was afraid of the way the other guys would look at me too. God he was so frustrated that we could only go back to my room. My roommate at the time was pre-med, so she was always studying. So we didn't have a lot of sex. Poor guy."



DeShawn piped up. "Yea, that does kind of suck. You're not the kind of girl a guy wants to just kiss Becca. You tend to inspire a lot of desire in a guy."



"Let me finish." She smiled at him and gave him a wink.



"Well, wouldn't you know it, his fraternity finally had a big party and he insisted that we attend it. I relented and we ended up at the party. I was surprised at how nice everyone was to me. A lot of the girls gave me hugs and told me I was better off. Most of the guys said the same thing, so I felt much better about being at the fraternity. It was kind of funny, because shortly after that party, my ex, the basketball player, got arrested for DUI and he had all these drugs on him. So he ended up getting some jail time and lost his chance at the NBA. It was a big deal on campus."



"So my new boyfriend and I started to have lots of sex. The bad memories were gone and I was enjoying my new black boyfriend a lot."



She smiled at DeShawn. "I can't explain my attraction to black men, but I just find them sexy."



"We are sexy Becca." He reached up and kissed her. "White women can't resist us, especially after they have a taste." He laughed and pinched her ass lightly.



Becca rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Anyway, things were going great. My boyfriend and I got along really well and his fraternity brothers were very nice to me. I was really happy. One afternoon we were BBQ'ing at his fraternity and just relaxing, when one of his fraternity brothers suggested I get a Queen of Spades tattoo. I didn't know what the heck they were talking about, but once they explained it to me, I agreed. I was young, infatuated with my boyfriend and black men in general, and I thought it would be hot. We did it that afternoon, in fact. The fraternity brothers took me down to the tattoo place and I had it done in about an hour. They wanted to add the words 'black owned' to the tattoo, but I said no."



DeShawn smiled up at her. "So that's how you got the tattoo."



"Yep. I thought it was sexy and I still do. I just wish I hadn't gotten it in front of all his fraternity brothers. I meant it for my boyfriend, but the guys seemed to think I was available to all of them."



"Yea." DeShawn agreed. "You should have waited and gone with just your boyfriend."



Becca nodded. "I didn't realize it at the time, but some of his fraternity brothers really wanted to be with me after I got that tattoo."



She kissed DeShawn's chest, rested her chin on her forearm and stared into his eyes.



"One night, I was over at the fraternity and we were alone in his room. I had just bought some new lingerie and I was modeling it for him. I loved showing off and when his friend accidently came in the room, his jaw hit the floor." She paused and took a deep breath. "I should have gotten dressed and left, but we'd smoked some weed and I wasn't used to the effects, so I didn't mind his friend watching as well. His friend sat down next to him on the bed and I danced for both of them. I remember thinking it was so hot and I was very high and very horny."



"It wasn't long before both of them had their cocks out and I was sucking them both off. I was down on my knees, deep throating their cocks. It was very erotic for me and I loved it. His friend wasn't as long, but he was very thick and I had a hard time getting him down my throat. I eventually did it, but he was kind of rough on me."



Her body was shaking a bit at the memory and her she was breathing heavy. DeShawn could tell this was a very emotional memory for her. While it probably turned her on, it clearly scared her as well. He held her close and whispered in her ear.



"Becca you're safe now. You'll always be safe with me and with John. I promise."



She nodded and gave him a grateful smile.



"You don't have to continue Becca, if you don't want to. It's ok."



"No. I want to finish. I need to be able to deal with this better and you probably understand the whole situation better than John." She looked down at DeShawn and he nodded in understanding.

<hr pg="5" />"I've told John as well." Becca wasn't sure why she added that last part, but she wanted DeShawn to know that she hadn't kept this from her husband.



"Like I mentioned, his friend was a little rough. He was a football player, lineman, so he was very big and he was very muscular, but he also had a bit of a belly. Normally, I wouldn't have considered being with him, but that night, it just happened. I was high, very horny already and I wanted to experiment. The thought of being with two black men was a surprising turn-on. We all got on the bed and they took turns fucking me all night long."



She looked at DeShawn and embarrassment filled her face. Becca buried her face in his chest again, while he just held her. She finally got enough courage to finish.



"Y'know people use that expression all the time." She mimicked quotations again. "Fucked all night long." She shook her head.



"Well, we literally did fuck all night long. They took turns on me and both of them had a lot of stamina. At first, they spit-roasted me, that's what they called it. My boyfriend took me doggy style, while his friend had me suck his cock and then they would switch. They switched off, until they were both ready to cum and then they would cum all over me. I remember thinking it was pretty hot."



She blushed and buried her face in her hands. A few minutes went by and she lifted her head and brushed her hair back from her face. She looked down at DeShawn's chest and continued.



"We did that for a while, then his friend went to his room and got some more weed and some lubricant. We fucked, smoked weed and fucked some more. One would watch, while the other fucked me and when he came; the other would start fucking me. His friend got progressively rougher as the night went on. First he just fucked me and came on me. As the night went on and he got more and more high; he would bend me over, push my face into the mattress and hammer my pussy. He pulled my hair and slapped my ass hard, when I was bent over. He liked Cumming on me, especially my face, and he called me all sorts of names."



Becca closed her eyes and shrugged.



"It did turn me on, but it also frightened me. I liked that he was so dominant, but in the back of my mind, I worried he might hurt me. I trusted that my boyfriend would stick up for me and stop him, if he got too rough. I realize now, that was very stupid of me."



"Fucking coward." DeShawn growled under his breath.



Becca nodded. "I thought so too."



"Anyway, several times throughout the night, I got so covered in cum, I had to go clean up. They made me walk down the hall to the bathroom to clean up. I was covered in cum and completely naked, but they insisted. Apparently, they got a kick out it and I was just lucky no one saw me."



"Finally we all got tired around 6 am. I was so sore; I gathered my clothes and went back to my room. I showered for about an hour and I was covered in bites, bruises and my ass cheeks were so tender from getting slapped all night. I skipped classes for the next several days and only talked to my boyfriend on the phone. He could tell I was upset and offered to come over, but I wasn't ready to see him."



"A week passed and I finally went back to class. My grades were good and I caught up pretty easily, so there wasn't a big issue. I finally saw my boyfriend and he was very apologetic. He explained that he hadn't expected that to happen, but he made it clear, he thought it was fun. I told him it was a one-time thing and it would never happen again. He was upset but I held firm and I thought he accepted my answer, but it didn't turn out that way."



"I also told him that my scholarship money was running out and I needed to get a part-time job, so I wouldn't have to leave school. He obviously didn't like that idea, because it meant we'd see each other a lot less and he tried to talk me out of it. He convinced me to try and find a job on campus and even offered to have his fraternity brothers look around for a job for me."



She paused and looked down at DeShawn. "Are you ok with me telling you all this?"



"Of course Becca."



"It's not making you think less of me?"



"Dammit Becca, No."



"Ok, well we're coming to the end anyway. I looked for a job for a few weeks, but nothing paid enough to keep me in school. During that time an Air Force recruiter was on campus and we talked a bit about the opportunities the Air Force provided. It sounded good, but it meant that I would have to leave college and my boyfriend. I initially dismissed it, but that didn't last long."



"The fraternity had another party and my boyfriend and I went. It turned out to be a bad idea, but ultimately it was a good thing. When we got to the party, all of the fraternity brothers were looking at me like I was on the menu. I don't have to tell you how the girls were looking at me and it was obvious that everyone knew about that night. I was so mortified, I tried to leave. My boyfriend took me to his room to calm me down and apologized again for his friend's behavior. His friend by the way; couldn't stop staring at me and it wasn't a good stare either. I seriously think he liked hurting women and it really creeped me out."



"My boyfriend got me a beer, but I definitely didn't want to drink. He asked me if I wanted some weed and I just about slugged him. He was quiet for a while, but then he asked me if I wanted something a little harder. I couldn't believe he was saying that to me. I asked him what the fuck he was talking about and he said he had some ecstasy and that I would like it. It would make me relax and everything would be ok. I told him to get the fuck away from me and I started for the door. Just as I got there, several of his friends came in, including the really scary one."



She shivered and held DeShawn very tightly. "It's ok Becca. You're safe with me." DeShawn whispered to her over and over. She nodded and clung to him.



"They asked my boyfriend if I was ready. He said no; just give him a little more time. I couldn't believe they were talking about me like I wasn't there. It was obvious they intended to use me as a party favor; just some pussy to pass around. One of them had a video camera with him and he asked me smile for the camera. The creepy guy held up a collar and smiled at me. That's it, he just smiled and I was petrified. Just when I was about to start screaming, I heard loud voices coming from outside the room."



"My roommate had gotten wind of the party and came by to see if I was ok. Apparently rumors had been going around about this party and she was worried about me. She had been at the college longer than me and she had heard similar stories. Well, she saved my ass that night. She gathered a few of her girlfriends and they came and rescued me. When I told them about the ecstasy, she threatened to go to the police and the fraternity brothers backed off in a hurry. She was amazing."



Becca smiled to herself.



"She was my Maid of Honor at my wedding and she is still my best friend ever. Anyway, I went to speak to the Air Force recruiter the next day and I enlisted that same week. I was off to basic training within a month and I never saw my so-called boyfriend again."



She hugged DeShawn tightly and laid her head on his chest. His hands stroked her hair and he kissed her head again. They didn't say anything for a while and just enjoyed the silence. Finally Becca raised her head and looked at him.



"I told you that story DeShawn, because I wanted you to know more about me. Yes, I am attracted to black men and I proudly wear a Queen of Spades tattoo. I'm not ashamed of it at all."



He nodded to her and waited for her to continue.



"My time in college taught me to be very, very choosy about the men I allow into my life. John is my husband and I love him dearly. I will never leave him, so long as he wants me. You are a very special, very sexy man and I can't get enough of you. More importantly though, you're also a really decent man and you treat me with respect. That means the world to me."



"I'm sorry Becca. I shouldn't have said what I said. It's nothing to joke about." He reached up and kissed her.



"You're forgiven DeShawn." She rested her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat.



DeShawn held her close and thought about what she told him. It wasn't an unusual story, because a lot of white girls found they really liked black men. Unfortunately, their desires sometimes got the better of them and of course; there were men ready to take advantage of that desire. His hands slowly caressed her back and he felt Becca's breathing deepen and her body relax. She had fallen asleep on top of him and he enjoyed the feel of her body.



<em>Where is this going?</em> He thought for the millionth time.



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<em>Author's Note:</em>



<em>Hi. I hope you've enjoyed this story. I'm honestly not sure where to take the story from here or if I should even continue it. I like the characters and the general story line; but I'm just not sure where to go next.</em>



<em>Anyway. Thanks for reading it.</em>

