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As with most couples married in excess of 21 years, our sex life had become pretty routine, though my wife Susan and I had spiced things up through the years with role-playing and by revealing our sexual fantasies to one another. One of Susan's wilder fantasies, and one which I admit aroused me as well, was a black gang-rape fantasy. One day, in the locker room at my gym, some of the guys were having a conversation about their wives' and girlfriends' fantasies, and I happened to mention this particular fantasy my wife had. One long-time friend of mine, Mark, suggested that he could probably arrange to fulfill this fantasy; Mark reminded me that he worked at a research facility, where the occasional black man would donate sperm for fertility studies. He said that the donors were always tested for sexually-transmitted diseases, so we would not have to worry about diseases. My wife and I had already had our family early on in our marriage (a son and a daughter, both away at college), so Susan was on the pill, and thus would not have to worry about getting knocked up. Although I told Mark the idea was exciting, I decided I would have to "feel out" my wife, to see if she was receptive to the idea--not everybody wants their fantasies to become reality. I was somewhat surprised to find that Susan was not only receptive to, but actually enthusiastic about the idea.

We settled upon some conditions. I would arrange the day and time--Susan would not know when it would happen. We decided on a "safe" phrase--if Susan decided she wanted to back out, she would speak the phrase to her "rapists", and they would be instructed to lay off. However, there would also be some bondage involved, and Susan would have to decide before she was gagged and could no longer say the phrase. Although we agreed on mild bondage, she was not to be physically harmed. Susan wanted her "rapists" to be anonymous, so they would have to wear ski masks until she was blindfolded. And Susan wanted multiple "rapists", preferably with larger than average cocks. There was to be no oral or anal penetration, only vaginal sex. Because my presence would intrude upon the realism of the "rape" illusion, I would arrange to be away during the "rape"; even so, my wife would know that this "rape" was arranged in advance. Also, to help preserve the illusion, the gang should fuck Susan bareback, skin-to-skin; after all, how many rapists wear condoms? We wanted pictures taken, but no faces in the pictures except that of my wife. She wanted the gang to be all blacks, so Mark would also not be present. Because of this, we wanted Mark to make CERTAIN that the men he chose could be trusted to follow the rules.

I arranged the event with Mark, explaining the rules to him. Mark said that it would take a few weeks for him to find willing participants. Finally, Mark had lined up 6 well-hung black guys, and laid out the rules for them. I set a night when my wife would be home, and provided Mark with a key to the house, which he was to give to the "rapists", after again emphasizing the rules that we had decided upon. I made plans to go to a movie, followed by a late dinner at a neighborhood bar & grill.

After the movie, I sat at the bar waiting for a table to become available, when I was shocked to see my wife walk in with a friend of hers from work. I pulled Susan aside to find out what was going on. It turns out that she had gone to her friend's home after work, instead of going to our house. I explained that I had arranged her "surprise party" for tonight. Finding it odd that Mark had not contacted me to let me know our plans had gone astray, I attempted to contact him, but only got his voice mail. I did not have a way to contact his "posse"; I tried calling them on our home telephone, but nobody answered. I left a message for Mark asking him to contact me, and joined my wife and her friend for dinner.

As we were dining, Mark returned my call, saying he was confused: He had spoken with one of the black guys, who had assured Mark that everything had gone pretty much as planned, and they had just returned home after a fantastic experience. The black guy told Mark to congratulate me on getting myself such a hot young bride.

Now *I* was confused; although Susan was hot and looked younger than her years, I would not consider her especially young-looking. I decided I needed to go home and investigate. When I arrived, the house looked slightly more disheveled than usual, but nothing alarming--until I got to the bedroom. There, tied to the bed, was my 19-year-old daughter, April, naked except for a blindfold, a fully-inflated inflatable gag, and a number of strong cotton ropes. She was on her back, with her hands bound together and tied above her head to the center of the headboard. A rope around April’s waist ran underneath her and was secured to the foot of the bed, holding her torso in place, while her legs were pulled back to the corners of the headboard, spread by a rope tied to each thigh just above the knee. Her ample tits had also been bound at the base with rope, making them swell and blush like two large purple pillows.

The ropes binding April's legs were so tight that her naked pussy was pulled upwards, and pointed to the ceiling. The guys in the "rape gang" apparently were truly well-hung, as her cunt was still gaping from the fuckings it had received, and cum was bubbling from the gaping opening, some of it running down her ass crack, having been forced out of her cunt by the 6 massive black cocks. However, the angle of April’s cunt prevented most of the cum from escaping the confines of her sheath. Gravity was instead pulling the cum down through April’s cervix into her fertile womb. Unlike her mother, April was not on any form of birth control, and, as luck would have it, had just ovulated, being at the most fertile time of her cycle.

Although the blindfold prevented April from seeing anything, she could hear that someone had entered the room, and she attempted to call out, her voice nearly completely muffled by the inflated gag which stretched her lips and cheeks out obscenely. She struggled against the ropes, but was bound too tightly to move much. I am ashamed to admit that, despite myself, the image before me gave me a raging hard-on, and I even considered adding my own load of potent semen to the bubbling pool in my daughter's wide-open cunt. I managed to control myself, however, and freed my daughter from her bonds.

April had apparently come home unexpectedly from college, planning to surprise my wife and me. Instead, it had been she who had been surprised, as the waiting "rape gang" had mistaken her for their intended "target", my wife. They only had a brief description of Susan and our home address, and, since my daughter resembles my wife (only younger), it was an easy mistake to make. April did not know what was going on, and the gang never heard the "safe" phrase, so they thought my wife was just playing along with the rape fantasy. April was too scared to resist, and cooperated fully, even knowing that she would get knocked up with a black baby (which she inevitably did--with no idea who the father is).

I explained the circumstances of April's "rape" to her, and suggested she abort the baby, but neither April nor her mother believe in abortion, so April insisted that she would have the baby. Since the "rapists" thought the sex was consensual (and we felt too ashamed to tell our story to the authorities, anyway), we could not in good conscience pursue any legal course of action against them. We tried to get their names from Mark, for DNA testing to determine paternity, but Mark refused, saying that he was legally prohibited from revealing the names of the participants in the fertility study. No amount of arguing would change his mind, either, so my daughter will always wonder, with every black man she sees, if he is the man who made her teenaged belly swell up with a black bastard.