Getting Pregnant
Getting Pregnant
Sex Story Author: | albertsdog |
Sex Story Excerpt: | She boldly walked over and without hesitation ran her fingers up his thigh and across his manhood. With a smile |
Sex Story Category: | Consensual Sex |
Sex Story Tags: | Consensual Sex, Fiction, First Time, Incest, Interracial, Pregnant, Teen Male / Female |
As I watched his muscular black ass moving up and down between my wife’s creamy white thighs I thought back, my mind racing through the events that brought her,,, him,,, ALL of us to this moment in time. It was only two nights earlier that I saw her looking at him walking down the hallway from the bathroom to his bedroom with nothing but his boxer shorts to cover his 17 year old manhood. I remembered telling her that I could tell by her longing look that she wanted him and if so, I thought he was old enough if she wanted to ‘teach him’. You see, it wasn’t just some black man between her legs; it was our son’s thick black shaft that was sliding in and out of her hair covered mound. To be more accurate, he was only her son and I was just known as his father.
It really all started when I was 14 and had a bicycle accident that ended up making me sterile. Knowing that when we got married we had already decided, when the time was right, we would try artificial insemination to get pregnant and at least the baby would carry her genes.
She was 28 when she told me she really wanted to become a mother and went to a clinic to begin the process of getting pregnant. They did some tests and decided she shouldn’t have any problems with artificial insemination and she would just need to keep track of her cycles and her temperature every morning for a couple of months and they would be able to tell her when the best day would be to inject the donor sperm in her anxious body. We had looked over hundreds of profiles and had selected the donor based on the traits we would like the baby to have. They told us we could pick if we wanted a boy or girl but we decided that we wanted that part to be completely random. It was a Friday when she called me at work and said the doctor told her that the next Monday would be the best time in her cycle to receive her insemination. The clinic was in a bigger town about 250 miles from where we lived, so she had reserved a hotel room there and wanted to go and spend the weekend making love before her Monday appointment. The doctor had told us that having sex before and after the insemination would improve the chances that she would get pregnant.
We arrived early that evening at the hotel and having already stopped for dinner on the way, we checked in and then went to the small lounge at the hotel for a couple of drinks. We were the only ones there until just after we got our drinks. That’s when the young, muscular black man (hardly more than a boy) came in. Immediately I was aware that my wife couldn’t take her eyes off of him and it wasn’t long before she asked, almost in a whisper, if I would be upset if she told me she wanted to get pregnant naturally and not by some plastic syringe. I told her I could understand how she could feel that way and it didn’t upset me. I guess I wasn’t really all that surprised when the next thing she said was that she wanted the young black man at the bar to make a baby in her. He was the perfect specimen of fitness and we did have several interracial couples as friends. A little shocked at her sudden change of plans though, I asked if she was really sure about this and besides, how do you walk up and tell some stranger you want him to get you pregnant. She said ‘Just tell me if you’re OK with it’. I must have given a slight nod of my head because in an instant she finished her drink and went over to the bar and stood next to him pretending to be there just to order us another drink. I don’t know what she said to him but when she came back to the table with our drinks, he followed her and sat down with us.
There was some small talk as we sipped our drinks and then, out of the blue, my wife said to him ‘We have a mini bar in our room and there’s no sense in you being here by yourself so why don’t you come up to our room with us’. Without waiting for an answer, she stood up and headed out of the lounge and he didn’t waste any time to follow. In our room having another drink, my wife easily got him to tell us about himself. He was 19 and although he had perfect English he was here from Kenya to go to college. No wonder, I thought to myself, that he was not just black but charcoal black. He told us that his parents were religious and very strict, so strict in fact, that he had never been allowed to be alone in a room with a girl. My wife asked if that meant that he was a virgin. When bashfully he told us he was, I’m sure I saw a smile on my wife’s face. It wasn’t long before my wife went over and whispered something in his ear before disappearing into the bathroom. If he wasn’t so black, I’m sure I would have seen a blush on his face as she walked past me. Even though he continued to make small talk with me while my wife took a shower, I could tell he was extremely nervous. I figured I should try to put him at ease so I came right out and said ‘I guess you won’t be a virgin much longer’. He started to stammer a little and I assured him not to worry and that it was OK with me.
My wife came out of the bathroom completely naked; her dark patch of curly hair drawing his attention directly to her soft mound.
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