deena4
05-21-2010, 11:52 AM
I had missed my boys, and our family spent a nice evening together. I think my sons were happier to see me than my husband. They wanted to know all about the airplane ride, and whether it was scary. I had brought them some souvenirs, and they were thrilled over those little mementos.
After the boys were in bed I had some nice quiet time with my husband. But, inevitably, the questions came. I was expecting to be quizzed, and I knew I had to be truthful. “How many times did he poke’ you?” was the first question.
“Oh, quite a few,” was my reply.
“How many times is that? I’m sure he ‘screwed’ you every morning and every night, didn’t he?”
It took me a few moments to frame my answer. “Yes, he did it every morning and every night, too.” I did not go into more details, but he had more questions.
“Did you use your diaphragm?”
“No. I did not need it on those days. Besides I have to leave it in at least eight hours, and it would have not been practical. I had deliberately left my night stand drawer slightly ajar before I had
left for the airport, and it was closed when I returned. I knew that Gary had checked to see whether I had taken my diaphragm with me.
I did volunteer the information that I went to sleep each night with Mel’s sex organ inside me. I had mentioned that to Gary after I had spent those nights with Mel at that spa. I hoped that Gary would try it more often if I mentioned it.
Gary still wanted more details about my sex activity with Mel, and I did my best to answer them honestly. I did tell him that I had a wonderful time, and that I loved him very much for allowing me to cuckold him, and I think I proved it with all my hugs and kisses.
And I told him about all our other activities, including the shopping and purchase of the expensive evening dress Mel had purchased for me. Later I put it on for Gary to see. “Well, having a boyfriend who doesn’t have family bills to pay is the best kind. He sure spends the money on you,” observed Gary.
Gary was extra loving that evening, and I was very receptive to his lovemaking. I had already discovered that my talking about my sex activities with Mel arouses him, and it was very evident that evening. He is not the gentlest man in the world in bed, but I did not complain. He was eager for sex, and he deserved to take it the way he wanted it. I did have to push his mouth away twice when his tongue got overzealous licking my clitoris. I really was not in the mood for sex, but he deserved it, and I wanted it only for one reason. I would much rather have my husband’s sperm impregnate me than any other man’s.
The next morning I awakened when Gary went to the bathroom. I decided it might be a good idea to have more of my husband’s seed in me, so I began fondling Gary’s sex organ. It worked. He had been only half-asleep, and I soon had him wide awake with a very nice erection. I pretended that I was very eager to receive him, and he entered me after barely touching me down below. Surprisingly I liked it. We seldom had sex in the morning, so it was different. And Gary lasted much longer than usual before giving me more of his seed. I did not have an orgasm, but that was alright. I think it bolstered my darling husband’s ego, and he was so nice and sweet all that weekend.
Right after breakfast I began calling to get a morning-after pill. I called the hospital emergency room. The supervisor told me that I would have to enter the ER as a patient in order to have a doctor see me. The hospital bill, plus the doctor fee, would be about $400.
Next I called Planned Parenthood. The woman there said that the nurse practitioner would not be in until Monday morning, but I could get a prescription at that time. That would be too late. It must be taken within 72 hours of intercourse. I called the Raper Relief Hotline, but they only help rape victims or minors. No luck getting that pill.
I decided not to bother my husband with my troubles. If I were pregnant he would be the first to receive the news. After all, the chances I had been impregnated were quite slim. Gary and I had sex without my diaphragm several times on the eleventh, and even the twelfth day, of my cycle.
One other thing happened that morning that was very disconcerting, and it turned out to be an omen of things to come. I was hugging my son Ian when he turned to me and asked, “Did you get ‘knocked up’ on your trip, Mommy?” he asked me so innocently. At first I did not think I had heard him correctly, but I knew I had.
“Where did you hear anything like that?” I asked him
.“Daddy told Aunt Thelma that he was afraid you might get ‘knocked up’ on your trip,” said my son. Then he put his arm around me and said, “I’m glad you didn’t get ‘knocked up’, Mommy.” Of course he had no idea what the words meant. He was only parroting what he had heard. I hoped that Ryan had not heard his dad say those words, He might know more about such things than I thought he did.
Monday morning Mel sent me flowers with a nice thank-you note. He also sent me a gift certificate for a local department store. I did not realize he had won over $1200 playing cards that last night in the casino. I knew he had won over $800 earlier. The gift certificate was in gratitude for giving him such good luck.
That was not the only good thing to come out of my trip. A few days later Mel called to tell me that he had received a notice that Mrs. Deena Williams had won a raffle prize of a two-night hotel package. Mel had written my name on the back of a business card and placed it in the box at one of his business meeting. We both laughed about it, and I told him that perhaps his sister could use it. About a month later Mel told me that one of his employees was able to use it. My plane ticket had been issued for Mrs. Williams, as well as the hotel reservation. I had been addressed as Mrs. Williams three or four times in our hotel. I did not mind, but I would never want that name
in real life
I soon had another problem. I missed my period. Mel called on the Tuesday that my period was due. He wanted to come over the next evening. We had not seen each other since we had returned from our trip. I told him that my period was due, and his playground would not be open for him. His reply was just what I had expected. “Dee, I think you got one of my seeds sprouting in there. You won’t need to cover your delicious pussy with a napkin for a long time.”
I shivered when he said that. I did not have to be reminded. I was already worried about it, and his words were not encouraging. We did agree to meet the following Wednesday. My period did not start that Tuesday or in the next week. My periods were always reliable, starting every 29 days. I might be a day early or a day late, but unless I had been very ill I was always on time.
Another week of worry went past. Mel had to go away on business the following week, so we missed that date, too. After another week with no period I was really worried. I had not missed a period since I was thirteen. I have known women who missed an occasional period, and I fervently hoped that was my problem. Deep down, I knew I was kidding myself. Even by the end of the second week I was getting symptoms from my body. I felt pain in my breasts a few times. I caught myself crying for no reason too often. I know that I yelled at my boys when they did not deserve it. I was beginning the ride on the emotional roller coaster.
When I knew for certain that my period was not coming I bought a pregnancy test kit. It was positive. I was pregnant. I waited another week or so before I went to the doctor. She confirmed what I already knew. I was pregnant.
That evening I broke the news to my husband. He did not say so, but from the way he acted he had suspected that I was pregnant, and he suspected that Mel was the father. I told him that Mel and I had sex that morning before we left Las Vegas, but I reminded him that he had sex with me that evening also. I did not dare tell him that Mel had inseminated me twice that last day when I should have used my diaphragm. And I did not dare tell him how Mel had practically raped me doing it and he had tried to keep his seed in me as long as possible.
When Gary kept insisting that Mel must be the father I reminded him that he was the one who had instigated my sex activity with Mel. I wanted to add that he had given me permission to go with Mel to Las Vegas, but I decided that would be unfair to him.
I knew that Gary did not believe in abortions, and either do I. Nevertheless I told him that if he wanted me to have an abortion I would. Instead he agreed that I should have the baby. He promised that he would raise any child I had as our child, regardless of its paternity. I fervently hoped he would later honor those words.
The next morning I received another bouquet of flowers from Mel. The accompanying card said: Congratulations, Mother. Was it wishful thinking on his part? How did he know for certain? Well, that afternoon I received an expensive box of European chocolates with another similar note.
As soon as Gary returned home he admitted to me that he had told Mel that morning that I was pregnant. He said the two had a long talk, and that Mel offered to help us in any way he could if he were the father of my baby. Mel had even hinted at setting up a college fund for the baby. He said that Mel was very anxious to see me, and that he had told Mel to come over after the boys were in bed. Gary said he would leave the house for a few hours so we could have someprivacy. That was strange. He had never done that before. I only had Mel alone in our house on poker nights.
Mel arrived before I had the boys in bed. He and Gary talked for a while before Gary left to see a movie. Mel and I began hogging and kissing quietly until the boys were asleep. By the time we were ready to go into the shower together I had Mel half undressed. Mel could not stop rubbing my belly. I could tell he was so excited over what I had growing in there. He always treated me so gently, and that evening he really treated me like a delicate flower. After we dried each other he carefully lifted me and placed me on his turgid penis.
Once Mel had placed me on my bed he kissed me and licked me all over. His actions would have aroused the most frigid female, and I was definitely not a frigid female. Mel performed oral sex on my genitals even more lovingly and gently than usual. He would get me almost to an orgasm before stopping and kissing me. I did have to stop him a couple times when he tried to suckle on my breasts. They were already getting tender to the soft touches and suckling.
I thought he would never enter me. I wanted him in me so badly. When he finally had his wonderful penis completely inside me I was in heaven again. God, it was wonderful! He had been without sex for a long time, and he ejaculated much quicker than he usually did. He also was only able to stay inside me for a much shorter time after he emptied his seminal fluid in me. I was so close to an orgasm, but I could not reach that last plateau of pleasure. Still, it was very good sex, and I enjoyed it immensely.“I am so sorry to leave you high and dry,” said Mel when he moved alongside me. Once again he began oral sex, but I had to push him away. It was hurting me. Still hugging closely, I fell asleep.
When Mel kissed me later I awakened. He was standing alongside the bed fully dressed.
“I wanted to put another load into you tonight to nourish our baby, Dee, but you looked so sweet and peaceful lying there that I felt guilty. Our baby told me to get dressed and leave you alone.” I looked at the clock. I had been asleep about a half hour.
Mel told me to stay in bed. He gave me one short kiss before departing. It was not even ten o’clock. I was probably fast asleep in one minute, awakening when Gary moved into bed much later.
By the end of my third month I was beginning to show. I was definitely larger than I had been with the other two babies. I think I was already larger than I had been during my fifth month with my boys. I did not want to tell my husband, but I was certain that Mel was the father. I had mixed feelings. I worried about my sons, and how they would feel. There was no way that I could ever live with Mel. I lost a lot of sleep over the dilemma.
Four months after I had become pregnant Mel called me one evening with a request. His sister who lived with him had to go to the hospital for surgery the next day. Normally his mother would care for her toddler granddaughter, but she was physically unable to do it for more than a few hours. He wondered if I would be willing to care for the baby for at least two days, and maybe three. He would pay me, of course. I talked to the mother before committing myself, and I also asked my husband. He had no objections. So I agreed.
Mel and his sister brought the toddler over a day later. She was a darling girl, eighteen months old. My boys were ecstatic. They loved her so much. The first time I changed her diaper I let them watch. They were all eyes. Ian giggled a little, but Ryan shushed him. That evening little Patrice wanted to get in the tub with the boys, so I removed her diaper and let her climb in the tub. My boys loved it, and I am sure Patrice did not mind my sons touching her in forbidden
places when they thought I would not see it happening. It didn’t matter.
Having Patrice in our house for three days helped me immensely. I oved her, and the boys loved her, too. Holding and cuddling that darling black baby convinced me that I wanted one, too. I did not say anything to Gary, but I secretly hoped my baby would be black.
That Saturday when Mel picked up his niece he brought some nice surprises for me. Gary had taken our boys to a college football game. The baby had fallen asleep on the living room floor, and I was lying alongside her when Mel arrived. I was still wearing my robe after a late morning shower. I had been thinking about Mel, and I was hoping he might make love to me. As soon as he hugged me and I felt his already firm sex organ pressing against me I knew I had to have him inside me. He did not disappoint me, carrying me quickly into the bedroom and opening my robe. My breasts were a little tender, but his gentle suckling felt so good. His mouth soon found my pudendum, and he was driving me wild. Neither of us could wait very long, and soon he brought me to a shaking orgasm with his magical tongue. Mel loved feeling my swollen abdomen, but he was hesitant about entering me. I assured him that neither I or the baby would mind, so he very gently moved between my open legs and slowly entered my vagina. It felt so good, and I did not want it to end. We were bot too excited, and Mel had his climax too soon. Lying there fondling and kissing for about fifteen minutes, I succeeded in arousing his sex organ again. Mel took a long time, and I enjoyed every bit of his lovemaking. Unfortunately Patrice awakened and began crying. Mel hurried to have his ejaculation. I did not get there, but I still enjoyed every precious moment he was in me. Of course he apologized for mot bringing me to another climax, but we both blamed it on Patrice.
Patrice was such a good baby. She waited until Mel softened before she awoke and began crying. I had to change her before Mel took her home.
For the next few hours I debated whether to tell Gary what I had done while he was away. I had always told my husband about my activities with Mel, but that time I decided not to tell what we had done.
Well, the first thing my husband said after the boys were in their room surprised me. “Well, Dee, did Mel take care of your pussy today and feed his baby?” I guess I had a puzzled look on my face, and all I could do was smile and hug him. Then Gary explained that Mel had given him the game tickets. “I told him you needed a good fucking, and he said he would be glad to oblige,” said Gary. I had to admit I liked the result, and I thanked my husband for allowing me to have sex with my lover again. I made certain that my husband was rewarded that night, too.
When I was in my fifth month Mel made me unhappy. He had driven me to the doctor’s office once before as a favor to my husband, but he remained in the car with Ian. That day we did not have Ian with us, so Mel went into the clinic with me. He held my hand, and then sat with his arm around me in that crowded clinic waiting room. I could feel the women, all white, staring and glaring at me. I had to keep my head down. How would people react when I took my black baby out in public?
To compound my embarrassment we stopped at a pharmacy on the way home. Mel knew the owner, and all his mother’s medications came from there. I preferred to go to my usual store, but Mel was doing the driving. We had to wait for my prescription. Two black male friends of Mel’s came in, along with two of their teenage sons. After introducing me as his girlfriend, Mel patted my pregnant belly and said, “I got a seed growing in my garden here. I hope it’s a little boy.” Everybody laughed but me. I did notice that Mel did not say that it was his baby growing inside me. He did not have to. From the way he phrased his words I am certain his friends assumed he was the father. Both of his friends commented on how pretty a white woman looks when growing a black baby in her belly. They made a couple of other very crude remarks that even Mel did not appreciate. He apologized to me later when I began crying.
After the boys were in bed I had some nice quiet time with my husband. But, inevitably, the questions came. I was expecting to be quizzed, and I knew I had to be truthful. “How many times did he poke’ you?” was the first question.
“Oh, quite a few,” was my reply.
“How many times is that? I’m sure he ‘screwed’ you every morning and every night, didn’t he?”
It took me a few moments to frame my answer. “Yes, he did it every morning and every night, too.” I did not go into more details, but he had more questions.
“Did you use your diaphragm?”
“No. I did not need it on those days. Besides I have to leave it in at least eight hours, and it would have not been practical. I had deliberately left my night stand drawer slightly ajar before I had
left for the airport, and it was closed when I returned. I knew that Gary had checked to see whether I had taken my diaphragm with me.
I did volunteer the information that I went to sleep each night with Mel’s sex organ inside me. I had mentioned that to Gary after I had spent those nights with Mel at that spa. I hoped that Gary would try it more often if I mentioned it.
Gary still wanted more details about my sex activity with Mel, and I did my best to answer them honestly. I did tell him that I had a wonderful time, and that I loved him very much for allowing me to cuckold him, and I think I proved it with all my hugs and kisses.
And I told him about all our other activities, including the shopping and purchase of the expensive evening dress Mel had purchased for me. Later I put it on for Gary to see. “Well, having a boyfriend who doesn’t have family bills to pay is the best kind. He sure spends the money on you,” observed Gary.
Gary was extra loving that evening, and I was very receptive to his lovemaking. I had already discovered that my talking about my sex activities with Mel arouses him, and it was very evident that evening. He is not the gentlest man in the world in bed, but I did not complain. He was eager for sex, and he deserved to take it the way he wanted it. I did have to push his mouth away twice when his tongue got overzealous licking my clitoris. I really was not in the mood for sex, but he deserved it, and I wanted it only for one reason. I would much rather have my husband’s sperm impregnate me than any other man’s.
The next morning I awakened when Gary went to the bathroom. I decided it might be a good idea to have more of my husband’s seed in me, so I began fondling Gary’s sex organ. It worked. He had been only half-asleep, and I soon had him wide awake with a very nice erection. I pretended that I was very eager to receive him, and he entered me after barely touching me down below. Surprisingly I liked it. We seldom had sex in the morning, so it was different. And Gary lasted much longer than usual before giving me more of his seed. I did not have an orgasm, but that was alright. I think it bolstered my darling husband’s ego, and he was so nice and sweet all that weekend.
Right after breakfast I began calling to get a morning-after pill. I called the hospital emergency room. The supervisor told me that I would have to enter the ER as a patient in order to have a doctor see me. The hospital bill, plus the doctor fee, would be about $400.
Next I called Planned Parenthood. The woman there said that the nurse practitioner would not be in until Monday morning, but I could get a prescription at that time. That would be too late. It must be taken within 72 hours of intercourse. I called the Raper Relief Hotline, but they only help rape victims or minors. No luck getting that pill.
I decided not to bother my husband with my troubles. If I were pregnant he would be the first to receive the news. After all, the chances I had been impregnated were quite slim. Gary and I had sex without my diaphragm several times on the eleventh, and even the twelfth day, of my cycle.
One other thing happened that morning that was very disconcerting, and it turned out to be an omen of things to come. I was hugging my son Ian when he turned to me and asked, “Did you get ‘knocked up’ on your trip, Mommy?” he asked me so innocently. At first I did not think I had heard him correctly, but I knew I had.
“Where did you hear anything like that?” I asked him
.“Daddy told Aunt Thelma that he was afraid you might get ‘knocked up’ on your trip,” said my son. Then he put his arm around me and said, “I’m glad you didn’t get ‘knocked up’, Mommy.” Of course he had no idea what the words meant. He was only parroting what he had heard. I hoped that Ryan had not heard his dad say those words, He might know more about such things than I thought he did.
Monday morning Mel sent me flowers with a nice thank-you note. He also sent me a gift certificate for a local department store. I did not realize he had won over $1200 playing cards that last night in the casino. I knew he had won over $800 earlier. The gift certificate was in gratitude for giving him such good luck.
That was not the only good thing to come out of my trip. A few days later Mel called to tell me that he had received a notice that Mrs. Deena Williams had won a raffle prize of a two-night hotel package. Mel had written my name on the back of a business card and placed it in the box at one of his business meeting. We both laughed about it, and I told him that perhaps his sister could use it. About a month later Mel told me that one of his employees was able to use it. My plane ticket had been issued for Mrs. Williams, as well as the hotel reservation. I had been addressed as Mrs. Williams three or four times in our hotel. I did not mind, but I would never want that name
in real life
I soon had another problem. I missed my period. Mel called on the Tuesday that my period was due. He wanted to come over the next evening. We had not seen each other since we had returned from our trip. I told him that my period was due, and his playground would not be open for him. His reply was just what I had expected. “Dee, I think you got one of my seeds sprouting in there. You won’t need to cover your delicious pussy with a napkin for a long time.”
I shivered when he said that. I did not have to be reminded. I was already worried about it, and his words were not encouraging. We did agree to meet the following Wednesday. My period did not start that Tuesday or in the next week. My periods were always reliable, starting every 29 days. I might be a day early or a day late, but unless I had been very ill I was always on time.
Another week of worry went past. Mel had to go away on business the following week, so we missed that date, too. After another week with no period I was really worried. I had not missed a period since I was thirteen. I have known women who missed an occasional period, and I fervently hoped that was my problem. Deep down, I knew I was kidding myself. Even by the end of the second week I was getting symptoms from my body. I felt pain in my breasts a few times. I caught myself crying for no reason too often. I know that I yelled at my boys when they did not deserve it. I was beginning the ride on the emotional roller coaster.
When I knew for certain that my period was not coming I bought a pregnancy test kit. It was positive. I was pregnant. I waited another week or so before I went to the doctor. She confirmed what I already knew. I was pregnant.
That evening I broke the news to my husband. He did not say so, but from the way he acted he had suspected that I was pregnant, and he suspected that Mel was the father. I told him that Mel and I had sex that morning before we left Las Vegas, but I reminded him that he had sex with me that evening also. I did not dare tell him that Mel had inseminated me twice that last day when I should have used my diaphragm. And I did not dare tell him how Mel had practically raped me doing it and he had tried to keep his seed in me as long as possible.
When Gary kept insisting that Mel must be the father I reminded him that he was the one who had instigated my sex activity with Mel. I wanted to add that he had given me permission to go with Mel to Las Vegas, but I decided that would be unfair to him.
I knew that Gary did not believe in abortions, and either do I. Nevertheless I told him that if he wanted me to have an abortion I would. Instead he agreed that I should have the baby. He promised that he would raise any child I had as our child, regardless of its paternity. I fervently hoped he would later honor those words.
The next morning I received another bouquet of flowers from Mel. The accompanying card said: Congratulations, Mother. Was it wishful thinking on his part? How did he know for certain? Well, that afternoon I received an expensive box of European chocolates with another similar note.
As soon as Gary returned home he admitted to me that he had told Mel that morning that I was pregnant. He said the two had a long talk, and that Mel offered to help us in any way he could if he were the father of my baby. Mel had even hinted at setting up a college fund for the baby. He said that Mel was very anxious to see me, and that he had told Mel to come over after the boys were in bed. Gary said he would leave the house for a few hours so we could have someprivacy. That was strange. He had never done that before. I only had Mel alone in our house on poker nights.
Mel arrived before I had the boys in bed. He and Gary talked for a while before Gary left to see a movie. Mel and I began hogging and kissing quietly until the boys were asleep. By the time we were ready to go into the shower together I had Mel half undressed. Mel could not stop rubbing my belly. I could tell he was so excited over what I had growing in there. He always treated me so gently, and that evening he really treated me like a delicate flower. After we dried each other he carefully lifted me and placed me on his turgid penis.
Once Mel had placed me on my bed he kissed me and licked me all over. His actions would have aroused the most frigid female, and I was definitely not a frigid female. Mel performed oral sex on my genitals even more lovingly and gently than usual. He would get me almost to an orgasm before stopping and kissing me. I did have to stop him a couple times when he tried to suckle on my breasts. They were already getting tender to the soft touches and suckling.
I thought he would never enter me. I wanted him in me so badly. When he finally had his wonderful penis completely inside me I was in heaven again. God, it was wonderful! He had been without sex for a long time, and he ejaculated much quicker than he usually did. He also was only able to stay inside me for a much shorter time after he emptied his seminal fluid in me. I was so close to an orgasm, but I could not reach that last plateau of pleasure. Still, it was very good sex, and I enjoyed it immensely.“I am so sorry to leave you high and dry,” said Mel when he moved alongside me. Once again he began oral sex, but I had to push him away. It was hurting me. Still hugging closely, I fell asleep.
When Mel kissed me later I awakened. He was standing alongside the bed fully dressed.
“I wanted to put another load into you tonight to nourish our baby, Dee, but you looked so sweet and peaceful lying there that I felt guilty. Our baby told me to get dressed and leave you alone.” I looked at the clock. I had been asleep about a half hour.
Mel told me to stay in bed. He gave me one short kiss before departing. It was not even ten o’clock. I was probably fast asleep in one minute, awakening when Gary moved into bed much later.
By the end of my third month I was beginning to show. I was definitely larger than I had been with the other two babies. I think I was already larger than I had been during my fifth month with my boys. I did not want to tell my husband, but I was certain that Mel was the father. I had mixed feelings. I worried about my sons, and how they would feel. There was no way that I could ever live with Mel. I lost a lot of sleep over the dilemma.
Four months after I had become pregnant Mel called me one evening with a request. His sister who lived with him had to go to the hospital for surgery the next day. Normally his mother would care for her toddler granddaughter, but she was physically unable to do it for more than a few hours. He wondered if I would be willing to care for the baby for at least two days, and maybe three. He would pay me, of course. I talked to the mother before committing myself, and I also asked my husband. He had no objections. So I agreed.
Mel and his sister brought the toddler over a day later. She was a darling girl, eighteen months old. My boys were ecstatic. They loved her so much. The first time I changed her diaper I let them watch. They were all eyes. Ian giggled a little, but Ryan shushed him. That evening little Patrice wanted to get in the tub with the boys, so I removed her diaper and let her climb in the tub. My boys loved it, and I am sure Patrice did not mind my sons touching her in forbidden
places when they thought I would not see it happening. It didn’t matter.
Having Patrice in our house for three days helped me immensely. I oved her, and the boys loved her, too. Holding and cuddling that darling black baby convinced me that I wanted one, too. I did not say anything to Gary, but I secretly hoped my baby would be black.
That Saturday when Mel picked up his niece he brought some nice surprises for me. Gary had taken our boys to a college football game. The baby had fallen asleep on the living room floor, and I was lying alongside her when Mel arrived. I was still wearing my robe after a late morning shower. I had been thinking about Mel, and I was hoping he might make love to me. As soon as he hugged me and I felt his already firm sex organ pressing against me I knew I had to have him inside me. He did not disappoint me, carrying me quickly into the bedroom and opening my robe. My breasts were a little tender, but his gentle suckling felt so good. His mouth soon found my pudendum, and he was driving me wild. Neither of us could wait very long, and soon he brought me to a shaking orgasm with his magical tongue. Mel loved feeling my swollen abdomen, but he was hesitant about entering me. I assured him that neither I or the baby would mind, so he very gently moved between my open legs and slowly entered my vagina. It felt so good, and I did not want it to end. We were bot too excited, and Mel had his climax too soon. Lying there fondling and kissing for about fifteen minutes, I succeeded in arousing his sex organ again. Mel took a long time, and I enjoyed every bit of his lovemaking. Unfortunately Patrice awakened and began crying. Mel hurried to have his ejaculation. I did not get there, but I still enjoyed every precious moment he was in me. Of course he apologized for mot bringing me to another climax, but we both blamed it on Patrice.
Patrice was such a good baby. She waited until Mel softened before she awoke and began crying. I had to change her before Mel took her home.
For the next few hours I debated whether to tell Gary what I had done while he was away. I had always told my husband about my activities with Mel, but that time I decided not to tell what we had done.
Well, the first thing my husband said after the boys were in their room surprised me. “Well, Dee, did Mel take care of your pussy today and feed his baby?” I guess I had a puzzled look on my face, and all I could do was smile and hug him. Then Gary explained that Mel had given him the game tickets. “I told him you needed a good fucking, and he said he would be glad to oblige,” said Gary. I had to admit I liked the result, and I thanked my husband for allowing me to have sex with my lover again. I made certain that my husband was rewarded that night, too.
When I was in my fifth month Mel made me unhappy. He had driven me to the doctor’s office once before as a favor to my husband, but he remained in the car with Ian. That day we did not have Ian with us, so Mel went into the clinic with me. He held my hand, and then sat with his arm around me in that crowded clinic waiting room. I could feel the women, all white, staring and glaring at me. I had to keep my head down. How would people react when I took my black baby out in public?
To compound my embarrassment we stopped at a pharmacy on the way home. Mel knew the owner, and all his mother’s medications came from there. I preferred to go to my usual store, but Mel was doing the driving. We had to wait for my prescription. Two black male friends of Mel’s came in, along with two of their teenage sons. After introducing me as his girlfriend, Mel patted my pregnant belly and said, “I got a seed growing in my garden here. I hope it’s a little boy.” Everybody laughed but me. I did notice that Mel did not say that it was his baby growing inside me. He did not have to. From the way he phrased his words I am certain his friends assumed he was the father. Both of his friends commented on how pretty a white woman looks when growing a black baby in her belly. They made a couple of other very crude remarks that even Mel did not appreciate. He apologized to me later when I began crying.