A Completely Natural State of Affairs

By Peter

This is the true story of how my pretty wife Allison
deserted me to spend her life making babies for black men.
That's about the whole truth of it. I have recently
discovered the cruel fact that she simply couldn't care less
about our marriage. It seems her wedding vows were just a
sham. Now she actually enjoys flaunting her delicious,
well-formed body in front of me, and she delights in telling
me it is for the attention of blacks only, and she has no
use for my little cock any more. And recently things have
now taken an even more vicious twist. Her lover, Eric, is
now insisting that I prove my subservience to black men in
front of her.

We are both biologists, though we majored in different
fields. We live in a moderately sized US town, and life in a
small community can be dull at the best of times. The place
we call home boasts an agricultural college, a few shops and
a church. As the events began to unfold, I was working part
time at the local college while my wife was spending most of
her waking hours at home.

Our sex life was about as exciting as the town, and our
problems stared when I made the mistake of trying to inject
a little spice into our lovemaking. It sure needed spicing
up - I was having trouble getting an erection, then when I
did, I'd often ejaculate before I even entered my
full-figured, large-breasted wife. To make matters worse, I
had recently received a letter that knocked the confidence
right out of me. It was from the clinic confirming my
infertility. I would never be able to give a baby to the
woman I loved.

"Cheer up love, there are plenty of other ways of getting
pregnant," I chimed enthusiastically, but Allison's
melancholy look told me she was bitterly disappointed. She
was right to frown. When we actually looked at the cost,
artificial insemination was clearly beyond my meagre wage
packet. "Adoption then," I suggested but Allison pouted and
said "Peter, I don't want someone else's child. I want to
give birth to my own baby like real women do."

Well I was stumped. I thought Allison had a quite irrational
way of looking at the matter, and we had a huge row. But the
fact remained. Even if we cancelled our summer holiday we
would not be able to afford any of the treatments on offer.

Alison is younger than me and has always previously had a
healthy sexual appetite. As my confidence fell, my sexual
problems grew, and I could tell she was getting fed up at
being denied the powerful sex she loved. But then, as time
went on, Allison's sexual appetite seemed to diminish. She
stopped even wanting me to touch her in bed and, on the rare
occasions we made love, she insisted I use a condom.
Although nothing was said, I started to get the
uncomfortable feeling that her lack of sexual response could
be due to her female body rejecting the pheromones of an
infertile male. One evening in bed I questioned her about
her lack of appetite, and she whispered "Sorry love...you
just don't do it for me any more...I don't know why, but you
just don't. I just can't seem to get off on you."

I felt so unhappy and feeling a lump appearing in my throat,
I said: "Allison, I love you. We made a vow for life,
remember. We must sort this thing out between us. Maybe if
we could try something new, darling, something that might
get us both in the mood...our sex life might improve."

Well she agreed, and I guess it was the videos that first
sparked her desire to breed with African males. I had come
up with the idea of watching porno in bed, and she seemed to
enjoy clutching the remote control as I lapped her dripping
cunt and licked and caressed her broad thighs. Between my
ministrations I couldn't help noticing that the black guys
on the screen usually had much longer and broader sexual
organs than their white counterparts.

But I was right, the films did make our sex life better, and
Alison juiced up noticeably when watching the scenes on
screen. She liked nothing better than mounting my rubber-
clad cock while she watched two or more black guys
pleasuring a white woman. It worked for me too, I couldn't
help being turned on, filling my condom as I saw the sluts
on screen milking black, horse-size weapons with their
well-stuffed mouths and vaginas.

Soon Alison was actively going out and renting the films,
sometimes visiting the video store without me present. She
gradually took charge of the whole process, searching out
the films that had black guys on the cover and bringing them
home. She would rewind some scenes and play them again and
again, loving the moments when actual black-white
penetration first took place. She also became visibly
aroused when she saw women being treated really rough. I
remember her loving one particular scene where an African
giant slaps a white woman's face and pulls her hair.

As I said, our love life improved somewhat, but the rest of
our life was still on a downward spiral. Although I loved my
trophy wife deeply, we were still arguing frequently.
According to her, I was either working too hard or not
bringing home enough money. She stayed at home during the
day, and her boredom led to her watching the videos alone.
As time passed by, my wife started to prefer dildo to my
cock because she became less enthusiastic about our bedroom
antics. She preferred to sort herself out with just her
plastic tool during the day, and soon I was relegated to
masturbating at night as my sexy wife lay asleep beside me.
Despite her reluctance to involve me in her sexual games, my
lust for her was greater than ever.

Our social life was still active, and all our friends seemed
to know about the problems we were having in making a baby.
It was even discussed at a couple of dinner parties we
attended. Then one day Alison came up with a plan involving
one of our social set, a handsome young black man called
Eric.

With hindsight, I guess that the spiteful bitch had taken
Eric's black cock long before she suggested we ask for help
in our attempts at producing a child. Just when she started
the affair is not clear, but I know now that she hatched the
plot with him so they both could have a bit of fun at my
expense.
 
Initially, the idea sounded logical to me. Eric would
produce the sperm to get my wife pregnant. Alison said Eric
would simply masturbate into a large test tube, and shortly
afterwards she would insert his potent love seed up her
passage with her fingers. I was not sure about the idea, but
Alison said that there need be no sexual contact between
them, it was just a clinical sexual maneauvour. In return,
she suggested, I could mow Eric's lawn and do odd jobs for
him.

"Lots of members of my family have mated with different
nationalities, and the babies have always came out white,"
she lied, and I believed her. Knowing we had few other
options - and trusting my life partner implicitly - I
concurred to her plan. We agreed that she could receive her
first helping of Eric's sperm the following Saturday, when
Alison would be at her most fertile.

As the night in question approached, I became more and more
very apprehensive, and twice asked her to reconsider. I had
no objections about the actual donation, but suggested that
I go round to Eric's house with a test tube to collect the
sample. "You can't do that," she said with a hint of
impatience. "Anyone knows that sperm doesn't survive for
more than a few minutes in the open air. As soon as he
ejaculates, his spunk must be pushed straight up into my
vagina. There can be no delay."

"So...what are you proposing?" I ventured.

"Well Peter, what do you suggest?" she fired back with a
look of scorn on her face. When I came up with no reply, she
looked down, then up again, took a deep breath and said
matter-of-factly "look - the best way is if he comes over
and masturbates, then immediately afterwards I impregnate
myself with his sperm. The sooner I receive it after it
comes out of his penis, the more potent it will be."

I was very unsure, but I loved my sweet wife madly and
wanted her to have a baby more than anything else. Still, I
insisted that I be present throughout the process, and she
agreed. Basically, that's how it started. Allison's
submission to black men, and her desertion of her husband.

Two hours later and I was standing there, collection tube in
hand beside the rutting couple, unable to intervene as the
huge African male furiously pumped his engorged black penis
into the fertile woman's sopping vagina. He lay on top of
her, gripping her thighs as they tongue kissed passionately,
their bodies soaked in sweat. Neither of them gave a thought
about me, they were just two prize human specimens on heat
and in the process of breeding with intent. I will remember
the sight for as long as I live.

Alison, the bitch, must have known full well she'd end up
fucking with Eric. This elaborate charade was just a way of
giving them some extra amusement as he took my wife from
under my nose.

Earlier, when he had finished his drink and taken his cock
out, I saw what I was up against. Moments later I knew that
she was his. The almost reverent look in her eyes as she
walked up to him told me so. My pretty wife was almost in a
trance, as she began to stroke his ball-sac with her
manicured hands.

I had started to speak but Eric had interrupted me "What' ch
gonna do 'bout it, bitch" he had said, as his right hand
pulled my flushed, ovulating wife to his muscular chest. He
made her kneel at his feet, so she started stroking his
thighs and back with her pretty hands.

After making her suck and lick his engorged cock, which she
did willingly, he told her to lay back on the sofa and
spread her legs. I was amazed at his size, but Allison's
pussy was responding, gaping and slicker than I'd ever seen
it, ready to receive him.

"Yo ready bitch" he said. 

"Yeah," she gasped, then "Nnnn.ggg" as he eased in.

"Juh, Juh," he said as his fat black pole began to power
hard into Allison's twat, "feel that bitch? Feel it?"

She must have been taking notes from the porn flicks; she
knew all the lines. "Yes Eric" she gasped, closing her
white, stocking-clad legs tight around his thrusting behind.
"Ooooh yes, I can feel it...you're. so.....you're so
fucking.....BIG!"

"You love it don't you bitch" said Eric, grasping her hair
and roughly kissing her hips.

"Ooh, yes Eric, darling, I love your Big Black Cock" she
breathed between thrusts, "I'm yours. Go on. Breed me. Pump
your superior seed into my twat. Give me a baby. Fuck your
sperm up me. Empty your big balls into me. Go on, spurt it
up me. Oooh yes, keep going, I love it like that, good and
hard. Black really is best."

The sight was destroying me, but it got worse. Just as he
was about to come he pulled out, jetting quarts of semen all
over her, completely soaking her tits, then her face, and
the sheets below. "Noo!" she shrieked, the injured response
that of a human female thwarted in her attempt to breed with
a Grade 1 male.

"You gotta earn it, bitch," he said, stroking his
diminishing but still immense cock. "You gotta prove to me
that yo really my woman."

Alison was fondling her heavy breasts, pulling her nipples
and licking the sperm from her tits. She was still breathing
heavily. "I'm yo woman, Eric, yo slut, whatever you want me
to be Eric," she breathed between licks, even mimicking his
accent as she spread her legs wide. I'd never seen such a
horny sight, and it completely floored me. Could this really
be my pretty, modest wife?

Eric then took the plastic sperm-gathering appliance from my
hand and examined it. "What da fuck dis for, white boy? She
my bitch now, you just lost her to Black, aint that raht
bitch."

"That's raht," Alison cooed, raising a leg and scooping a
load of sperm from between her ample breasts. Rubbing it
into her vagina, she continued: "I've even been reading up
on it, Peter, I know more about it than you think. Black men
belong to the stronger gene group. They are more fertile.
That's why their bodies - and their cocks - are more
attractive to white women. Sorry, but I only want to mate
with black men from now on. And Eric is black."


Epilogue

After a few days I was hoping that things would calm down
and we could find some way of saving our marriage. How wrong
I was! Alison and I were not talking, and I guess she must
have been scheming with him again while I was out putting in
extra hours at work.

Eric and a couple of black friends met me as I walked back
from the agricultural college. There was no attempt to be
civil - he had a knife. "Get in the van, punk," he said
viciously, prodding the weapon into my back. I had no
alternative but to follow. Once in the van, I was slapped
around between the three black men, kicked, punched, then
forced to undress. A sharp knife was held to my balls as an
electronic metal bracelet was fitted round my ankle.

"Yo gonna serve us and our slut or we castrate yo, pussy
boy" said Eric, waving the knife menacingly just under my
face. "This here's a homing tag, like they give the boyz
just out o' jail. Any cop in the area can pick yo sad ass up
whenever you leave the house. And yo know, white boy, that
all cops round here are niggaz, or they serve us. They all
work for the main man, bitch."

I had no choice. I was in no doubt that the men would
torture me, remove my balls and even kill me if the
inclination took them. Much as I despised it, I had to do
exactly what they said.

So that is how I was forced to became Allison's pantyboy,
while she became a fuck-toy for black men, a receptacle for
African cock and an incubator for black babies. Now I am
subjected to teasing, abuse and humiliation whenever Eric
and his friends decide to pay a call. I am made to kneel in
front of my wife, kissing her feet as I am caned hard on the
buttocks. The men also delight in making me lick on their
big cocks, and I am expected to do it with just as much
enthusiasm as Alison, who still loves taking big black meat
despite being three months pregnant.

What hurts me most is my wife's claim that it is, as she
puts it, a "completely natural state of affairs." She says
that in the animal kingdom, nothing could be more natural
than a dominant male taking a female from a weaker male,
then breeding her in front of his rival. This, apparently,
puts the weaker male in no doubt that the female is no
longer his property. Allison explains that the female of the
species often confirms her new higher status by flaunting
her lovemaking in front of her cuckolded ex-mate. And that
is exactly what she is doing to me.


