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Thanks to Chucks Video Camera and old tape recordings, plus the things that my husband told me I was able to peace together the following thoughts and events that took place between 1978 and 1984.
They took place before a woman had to concern herself about having safe sex as women did after 1988 or1989.
In those days a woman didn't have to worry about being infected with HIV in the United States. It was not yet a sexual factor to fear by men or women. No, safe sex in those days was all about a guy pulling his cock out of his slut’s vagina in time so he didn’t leave his sperm load in her vagina to make her pregnant.
Of course my most pornographic notion was my enchantment with black men and there their enormous black cock’s, the body part I grew to worship like the flag It was the one thing that could "fill me up" after years of lackluster intercourse with my husband.
But cock-worshiping by itself was no more significant to me as being a overindulgence nigger-loving white women than that of being treated like a Real Woman. I wanted to submit to "savages," and if it all want according to routine, I would earn the degrading yet gratifying title of Whore or White Bitch in Heat.
When a woman is called a nigger-lover, it means that she puts her sexual satisfaction before her racial unity. The crucial thing about this little notion that white women aren't supposed to put their sexual satisfaction before anything. Of course I have and I am not turning back!
I was brought up as a Catholic so any thought of using birth control was out of the question, even to the extent of a lover, who ever he might have been using a condom. So it was during this time I got pregnant four different times giving birth to seven babies.
I had two babies already and was breasting feeding, one of them still.

I was the kind of women that appreciates the gift of sperm and realized that it was not to be wasted?

Saturday afternoon

Russ one of the black guys was commenting that he had eight black buddies that would love to gang bang the unknown corpulent white women in the photo’s that Chuck was passing around for his buddies to look at. Russ said, “I think a good whore is a woman who is nasty and dirty minded. She loves to be talk talked dirty to. She loves to show off her tits, cunt and ass just like this bitch does in the photos. She gets very horny just thinking about being used by men. A really great whore will be married, knowing men love to fuck another man's wife. I'd corrupt this women’s reputation in a second, she is one hell of a mouth-watering bountiful looking, promiscuous, lady Just look at those good looking shapely fat legs, a guy would die to have them wrapped around him, and the size of those titties of hers, there the nice big nursing type, I'd have no problem sucking milk from them.” Chuck, I hate to say this but whoever that woman is I'd have no problem watching a little black bastard growing in her fine soft white belly! Chuck knew all the time who the women in the photos was. My wife!Russ, “I bet she wouldn't hold me to liable if I made her pregnant. Is she married?" I would let her know that she was my slut, my whore, I would tell her as I fucked her that she was the biggest fucking whore in the world as I shot my seed as deep as I could into your cunt hole. I would let her know that she was the kind of slut that should be used by any man that wanted her and that I wanted her to be fucked by.

Then one of the guys said, "Russ, that thing you got between your legs is so damn long and fat that no women would let you get near them with it, let alone a try make them pregnant." "Yeah Russ, how long is that fuck pole of yours?" "More than nine inches I guess." "Yeah and how big around are you misfit?" Then Russ said, "Oh hell, come on guys, it's more than two and a half inches, that doesn't make me a misfit!" You know guys I just bet that little mother fucking whore would make one hell of a Surrogate. I just bet she would like doing it for a friend of mine who can't have kids. Then the conversation changed shortly after that. It was like the guy's were jealous of Russ, I know I was somewhat, I would have killed for a cock that size. And he gets his as a gift a birth.

It was a warm May afternoon, my wife Faith and her friend Karen along with the kids had gone to the library for a story time and then they were going to go to for some ice cream and a walk. I had finished my Saturday chores of mowing the lawn, trimming around our small gardens. I had taken care of the garbage and recycle for the week. It was about one thirty and I thought I had earned a beer so I walked across the street to my neighbor's house. His name was Chuck. "Hi Chuck, I see you have some company, I'll come back." "Oh hay Ed, come on in... let me get a cold beer for you." I walked in and introduced myself to the three black guys who were setting at Chuck's small bar that he had in his living. Chuck was a retired Army Sergeant and a bachelor besides. So his living room took on his style of living, a bar, a big screen TV a sofa and a reclining chair for him to set and watch his TV and sex films that he had many of, some of them being home made. Chuck had one of the first Video cameras ever made, he told me what it cost and I could never think of ever owing one, not with two kids and a wife and house to support. I stood at the end of the bar leaning on my elbows sense that three bar stools were occupied by the other three guys. The conversation that had been taking place quickly changed as I took my place at the end of the bar. For a few minutes it turned to the weather and where did I live, but it wasn't long before it drafted back to the nude women in the photo. Russ at the end of the bar farthest from me was holding the photo of a nude Chuck had been passing around to them. He was making some comments that were hot and dirty. He was expressing his desire to get it on with the little hot looking bitch. He thought that she looked like really hot stuff. It was had for me to stand and listen to the stuff that he was saying about her and yet I didn't want to say, "Hey Russ, that's my wife you're talking about." Bill one of the other black guys commented that he had eight black buddies that would love to have a gang bang with her and try to knock her up. Then Russ chimed in, "I would love to corrupt her mind, tarnish her reputation, she is one hell of a mouth-watering dish, I'd have no problem leaving a little black bastard growing in that fine soft white belly of hers. Is she married?" Then Chuck piped up, "Yeah I would give my eye teeth to sow my oats in her. I could make eyes at her all night she is so damn irresistible and overwhelming sexually speaking. I can only imagine how much fun it would be to get my hands around those nice big shapely titties of hers." I was starting to feel very embarrassed having to listen to all the stuff they were saying about my wife, even if it was probably true. Then Russ started in again, You know guys he said, "She is just one hell of a flirtatious very agreeable, accommodating, a sexy devoured lady consumed, soak up gluttony mad with and covets lust and I bet she would just love to satisfy my needs as my mistress, what's her name Chuck?" Chuck looked at Russ for a minute then said, "Faith." Russ replied, "That's some name for a woman who could be my slut any day of the week." They all agreed. Then Chuck pulled out the other three photos of Faith that I had taken of her that night. Now you may be wondering how Chuck got the photos of my wife. Will first off it was all my fault that he had them in the first place. How he got them. Back in February he would go for a winter vacation out to Las Vegas, he was gone for four weeks. During that time I told him that I would watch his house and get the mail out off his mail box every so often. It was a Friday evening and I told Faith that I was going over to Chucks to check on the house and get the mail in. Faith said, "Can I walk over with you?" I knew that we would only be a little while so I said, "Sure lets go." We got our coats on and walked across the street. I unlocked the door and we walked in, as we did Faith ask me, "Do you think Chuck as something we could make a drink from?" I said, "Let me finish checking out the house then I'll look." I finished what I had to do around the house and then I found Chuck's liquor cabinet. In I found a big bottle of vodka, along with a small bottle of "Mexican Tequila." I called out to Faith setting at Chucks Bar in the living room, and told her what Chuck had to offer. Faith called back, "I'd like to try just a sip of that tequila, other wish can you make me a vodka and some mix?" I Responded, "OK." I looked in the refrigerator. I found some mix and a few cans of beer. I found a jigger and poured a good seep into it, then I poured about four oozes of vodka in what I thought was a six-ooze glass added some ice from the freezer and then took her drinks into Faith to her. I want back to the kitchen and picked up my beer and returned to the living room just in time to see Faith down the last of the Tequila. "Wow," she exclaimed, "That is strong." Then she picked up her drink and took a big sip of it to wash down the Tequila. I started to snoop under the bar and found Chucks Kodak C110 Camera, it used a really small film like 8mm in size, it had a built in flash. I showed it to Faith and said, "How about letting me take some nude photos of you?" She just laughed at me and said, "You got to be out of our mind." I put the camera back feeling very shot down. Faith as such a pompous kind of woman. Sometimes I had thought had I know this before we got married I might have changed my mind and not ask her to marry me. Then I asked her if she would like to see some of a home made film that Chuck had made of some black guy with his hug cock. I didn't wait for an answer, I turned on his VCR, the film was all ready in and ready to run, I had found it the week before. It was a some kind of before and after film of the guy's cock before and after he had injected his cock with "Carlerect." His cock was big before, maybe eleven inches at the most rock hard. But the after didn't make it appear any longer, the exception was the size of his cock head. And the length of time he would have an erection even after having screwed a woman, he was good for three more hours of fun. His cock head was bigger than a good size ripe delicious plumb and it was huge and reddish in color it was black as black as you could get. It appeared to be a good two and three quarters across at the bass or the lowered flayed portion of his cock head, it would be a tight fit for any women's sex hole, maybe even causing some real pain as it was implanted. The vanes of his cock shaft seamed to bust through the skin. The women he was screwing made him take it out after only a few minutes, she was complaining that it hurt too much. I only ran the film for twenty minutes at best; I was hoping that it might have left some ideas in the back of Faiths mind about doing it with black guys. We sat at the bar and talked for perhaps twenty minutes after that, when I started to notice a change coming over Faith. She started to give me risque earthy sheepish grins; she became giddy, lightheaded and a bit woozy. Scatterbrained, irresponsible, nonchalant, flighty, reckless are words that words that would be some up this new behavior she was displaying. Then out of a clear blue she got off the stool stood up, a bit on the wobbly side and stripped her cloths off in front of me. "Do you still want to take some nude photos of me?" I thought what the hell is going on, "Oh you bet your sweet little white ass I do sweet heart." She had become a reckless slut from the drink she had finished so far. She had still had about one third of her drink remaining. Before I could get the first photo taken, she was asking me to make her another drink. I fixed it and then I took my first picture of her. She was setting on the bar stool kind of profile to the camera, she had some risque earthy sheepish grins on her face indecent shamelessly transparent it was so promiscuous. Then I asked her to pose facing the camera still sitting on the bar stool, her feet resting on the lower bar stool cross support. She sprawled her legs wide apart without my asking, once again I got that same kind of earthy smile. I asked her to walk over to the sofa and lay down with her back to me, I wanted to get of or her beautiful rear end. She did as I asked without any reluctance, or misgivings. With that photo done I told her to roll over so she was facing the camera, I said, "Faith give me a really lewd pose. She thought a minute and then asked me, "How do you like this one?" That pose made my cock get hard as a rock. She had just tossed her right leg over the back of the sofa while her lift leg was spread out so that her toes were just touching the floor. She had quickly moved her fingers down to her crotch and had spread her outer labia lips for me. She provided me with a really spectacular view of her cunt hole. Seeing her posing naked was an absolute carnival of excitement for me. On top of that she gave me that same sheepish grin. I could barley control my desire to fuck her senseless. What it was that had turned her into a dizzy, giddy, lightheaded, woozy, scatterbrained, irresponsible, flighty reckless, foolhardy, impetuous whore was beyond me. The next thing I asked her to do was to play with her big 40dd titties. She gave me that same damn smile and accommodated my request. As she fondled them, she asked me, "Ed, do you like my big boobs?" "Oh yes Dear, I sure do, I would love to see some black guy playing with them as will as you." I waited for a minute for a comeback, getting none I said, "I would love to see you getting fucked buy a black guy, would you do it for me?" She replied, "I don't know I guess after Ralph and A.C. I would have to think about it, but maybe, maybe I would." It was after that I took a couple more photos of her. After I put Chucks camera back I pulled my pants down, told Faith to bend over a bar stool and then I gave it to her, jamming it in to her with as much force as I could, calling her a "fucken' Swedish whore," as I did. We both had hard mind blowing orgasm. I could not help but wonder what it was about the drinks that had turned my wife into a whore and me into such a prick that evening. Faith never asked to go to the bathroom where she would implant an Encare suppository into her vagina. Encare was a spermicidal type of contraceptive. When Faith would implant a suppository into the vagina before sexual intercourse started. It would work by damaging and killing a man's sperm after it was shot into the vagina so that the sperm was not able to travel from the vagina into the uterus and fallopian tubes, where impregnation might take place if she was in her time of ovulation. That's how the photos came about with the one exception, Chuck got home before I had time to finish the roll of film and replace it with a fresh roll so he wouldn't know what we had been up to? He took the roll out of them camera and did what I was hoping he wouldn't do, get the film processed. So that's how he got hold of the photo's he was passing around to his buddies to look at. I finished my beer and told Chuck That I had to get home. He walked me to the door and as I was just stepping out he caught me by the shoulder and asked me. "Ed do you think Faith might want to come over after the kids are in bed, we could have a drink together?" I looked at him for a second the said, "I'll ask her if she would like to do that." "Say come about nine-thirty?" "Ok." "See if you can get her to wear something sexy will you?" "I'll see what I can do, can't promise!" The other two guys had lift it was just Russ Chuck and me that sat at Chucks bar now and the three off us got into quite a tete-a-tete about white women have black men's kids. Chuck had pulled the photos of Faith back out and spread them out on top of the bar so we could all look at them together. Russ started out, "Ed he said, It's just a matter of time till you come to the realization that Faith has a need she has been repressing. And you as the guy, who loves her, will allow and help her to follow her natural instincts!" "I guess so but what is it?" I waited for an answer then I said, "Russ, how do you know all this stuff, it's like you were talking about my wife." "Ed I am, Chuck showered me those photos before the other guys got here." "Oh!" Then Chuck piped in. Ed, I'm sorry maybe I shouldn't have showed Russ those photos of Faith. Were been talking about her for a couple of hours. I told him all about Faiths past sex life with black guys at Marge's Flesh Pot club and all the films and photos she did of you fucking with black guys. "Oh shit, Chuck how could you have, I told you that in confidence, what else did you tell him?" Oh we talked about the black guys you discovered and brought home for her for her to get fucked by. "There is nothing wrong with your trying to help your wife over come her hag up's Ed nothing at all!" "Tell him Russ!" "Damned Ed, I think it's petty damn commendable of you to do that for your wife, she should be appreciative of all your efforts to help her." Then Russ got going on black men making white women pregnant again. "Ed, I'm a black man a black stud and I want to plant my seed in your wife she is a very special looking kind of woman, she just looks like the kind of woman that would make a really good surrogate to give birth to a black mans child." "Oh, I'm not so sure at all about how crazy she would be about that idea." "You'd be astonished Ed!" "You really think so?" "Ed the day will come when your wife is ready for this. We will both just waited patiently. When day arrives, when your wife gives into her urges and embraces what she has longed for and takes me as her black lover bareback during her fertile period. You her husband will be in awe watching me breed her, seeing Faith mounted by me with just one desire in her mind. "Russ you make it sound so easy and so simple but." Before I could finish what I was going to say Russ cut me off. "Ed, once you see me as Faiths black friend and lover inside her, and witnesses the special moment when I pump my black baby making seed into her womb and help her in creating a special bond that will come to exist between us and our beautiful love child you will be just as elated as Faith and I would be." Then Chuck said, "Ed, I can just visualize as the month pass, you being able to watch your beautiful wife at her as her body enlarges and her breasts swell with milk to feed her and Ross's love child." Then Russ said, "Ed what could be more beautiful, and natural than a black man pumping my seed into your wife's fertile white womb and then watching that seed grow! I was dumbfounded at what Russ was purposing for me to allow my wife to walk into. The idea is to make this work. "We're in this together Ed, you and me and Chuck." Then Russ want on tell me about when the beautiful interracial pregnancy does take place, some couples may not only tell the truth to family and friends about how the wife is pregnant with a black man's child, but may even be boastful, showing off the black stud who bred the wife - white husbands bragging about how much they look forward to raising the baby. However, some couples will need to come up wit an excuse to explain the interracial pregnancy. Remember, everyone has their own unique situations Depending upon circumstances, and desires, I would encouraged you to become the legal father Ed of the children and support Faith right to have me as her black friend and lover. The first step, Ed in becoming the legal father is for you to have your name put on the baby's birth certificate. "Ed, what do you think of Russ's idea?" "Oh man. I just don't know I really don't know!" When I got home the first thing I did was to go in the bathroom and open the vanity draw were she keep her birth control Encare suppositories, I put them up on a shelf were see couldn't see them, my hope was out of sight out of mind. And she would forget about wanting to us them. I had no idea if I liked the idea of my wife having a black baby or not, I did know that if I asked her to go do Chucks that evening I was giving my answer with out ever having to say a word. I was in the kitchen chopping fixing the hamburger and making the patties I was going to grill that evening for inner. As I sat working with the meat, a queer thought popped in to my mind. Faith was at Chucks all alone with Russ, she was saying to him, I was hiding in a closet, watching. "Oh! Oh! Russ, that feels so good!" I imaged her cunt lips rocking against his fingers as he pressed deep between the folds of her labia under her thick pantaloons, massaging her clitoris. I didn't say anything as I watched him pressing her against the bar kissing her and grinding his swollen organ into her crotch. She was already very wet. Hiking her leg onto a nearby chair, she parted her wet labia to him; his cock found the opening and rammed its way home. She was so tight, so wet, and so ready for him. In my mind I could just hear her yelling out, "Yes, oh yes Russss, fuck me harder! Take me! Fuck me! Love me I'm yours, use me pleaseeeeee!"

When Faith and I married, all sex was more or less controlled by Faith. Because of her strict upbringing, she only believed in having sex for children. Anything else was a sin. Period. Consequently we had two children, a boy, and a girl. It was a shame too. She is a beautiful creature on the outside. Standing 5' tall with dark brown hair, bedroom green eyes, and the most sensuous lips. Her figure, beautiful, affected by her motherhood but still beautiful. Being 40d-37-40. Her breast were made for mothering on. Her body was differently made for loving. Her mind on the other hand was made for being a bitch. She would fit in well as

a Preacher daughter because that is what she was, a preachers daughter. If something didn't meet the "pure" standards in which she was raised, it was wrong and a sin. I couldn't help but remember the first black guy, Ralph, that she had sex with a number of years ago. It came about because of my encouragement, but when it was over and she had been with Ralph maybe six times she would not acknowledge the fact that she had enjoyed herself or his nine inches tool. She was still very much. A preaches kid at heart. Then there was A.C. Ross another black guy. This one had a cock bigger than Ralph's. His cock had to be all of ten inches and so damn fat that Faith the feel of it when he penetrated her that first time because it was so much bigger than anything she was use too and that included matter me. I can remember the second time Faith and A. C. made it together. A.C. had moved out east and was back in town for a couple of days. He had called Faith and asked her if he could spend the night with us. Sense I was not on the phone I had no idea of what the conversation sounded like but when Faith told me that she had told him that it would be ok I had some funny feeling. Those feelings got born out when about and hour before A.C. was to show up Faith asked me if I would make her a drink, after the drink she want into the bathroom and took a quick shower. When A.C. got to our place Faith was wearing a simple zipper front day dress. It wasn't long before she was saying to A.C., "Why don't you follow me down stares, I can show you were your going to sleep. He picked up his bag and followed Faith. Forty five minutes passed, I sat in the kitchen watching the TV, and wondering what was taking them so long to come back up. I finally walked down stares, the guest room door was open A.C. bag was on the bed, next to the guest to our guest room was our bedroom and that door was closed but not tight, I pushed the door open a little and low and behold Faith was riding A.C. cock. I watched for a little then he rolled Faith on to her back, never braking contact with her. Within a few minutes he was pounding it to her. Faith was going Ung! Ung! Ung! Every time he plunged his cock in to her sex hole. I walked back up stares and waited for them to finish and come back up to the kitchen. When they finally came back up, my wife's face was really flushed and it would have been obvious to me even if I hadn't seen them in the act, what they had been doing. She smiled and asked if they could have a glass of wine. A.C. said goodnight and want down to go to bed. Faith and I sat in the kitchen for a few minutes talking after he lift, then I suggested to her, "Faith why don't you go down and keep your house guest company for the night." She was hesitant at first but with a little urge on my part she did just that. I followed her down, a second or two later, I stayed in the background so she nor A.C. would be able to observe my presents. Faith knocked on the door to the guest room, then opened the door. Standing in just her simple little house coat she did the most erotic strip as she asked A.C., "Would you like some one to sleep with tonight?" At the same time she was asking this she had slowing dropped her house coat off of her shoulders and allowed it to slide slowly down the length of her body to the floor around her angles. I could hear A.C. response, "Your being serious aren't you?" "Yes I am." "Oh sweet heart come in, I would love it." About twenty-five minutes past and I started to hear the guest room bed bumping against the wall that divided our bed room from the guest room. I got out of bed and walked into the hall way where I turned off the night light then I want to the guestroom door and with great care I pushed it open. The only light now was light that came fro the upper hall light we lift on for the kid's, so I could see in. Pulling out almost all the way, he slammed back into her. Repeating the process, I watched as my wife begin matching her movements his, until she began moaning very loud. Her lust overcoming any second thoughts she might of had about having a baby by A.C. because she never took the time to get an Encare suppository (birth control she used.) and slip it into vagina before letting him fuck her. She began to grind her ass down onto his cock with every thrust. He seized her large bouncing breasts and began to embrace them, squeezing her nipples. Within minutes, she was crying out in pleasure, "Make me your bitch!" She cried out as I watched in the darkened room his rigid shaft moving far as possible in her moist, lust full sex hole. Her legs were spread so far apart; I thought for certain that he was going to split her wide open; "I'm gonna fuck your silly, baby." I slipped out as quite as I could allow them to finish in seclusion. Shortly after I had gotten back in bed the sounds vanished and it became quite. It was quite until about six in the morning when I heard the same sound again. It seamed that my wife could just not get enough of A.C. big cock.

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