Building a Rainbow Family The Natural Way

Me and my wife, Julie have always been open with each other about ourselves... especially our secrets, desires, and fantasies.

We both agree that it is not only a woman's right, but also her instinctive desire and genetic responsibility to be bred by the most talented and impressive male specimens she can... and to have as much genetic diversity in her offspring as possible.  

After she gave birth to my son, her first born, we started to share with each other about a fantasy she'd been holding back from me in self-denial.  Her fantasy had to do with being 'captivated, captured, conquered,' and inevitably impregnated by a man she hardly knew... a man who was: 1-very tall, 2-very muscular, 3-very intelligent, 4-very masculine, and 5-very dominant... all genetic traits she knew would be carried to her offspring.  She also very much wanted to be the mother of a racially-diverse family.  

The idea of wanting to be impregnated by someone other than me, her husband, made it hard for her to admit her fantasy even to herself.  

At some point I picked up on her fantasy, and added it to our role-playing when we had sex.  Over the next several days, she revealed the full extent of her fantasy.  I learned what sort of traits turned her on the most, and I began to make a plan.  I decided that I wanted to help my dear wife live out her fantasy.  I created a plan to make it happen.

About two weeks later, while we were having sex, I held her just short of orgasm until she could no longer hold back the COMPLETE truth about her fantasy!

Once her admissions were made, I pulled out, put her robe over her, then carried her out into the garage (she is very small and light weight), and placed her in the passenger's seat (I had the door open already).  I massaged her hot wet pussy as I drove her about 30 minutes into town.  I pulled down a dark alley and told her sternly to get out and (totally naked under her robe, and in heat), to knock on the third door on the right!

Once she was out, I drove into a parking garage and left our car.  Then I was able to gaze down into the alley.

Over the previous couple weeks I'd been out and looking around.  I ran into a former college athlete I knew of by reputation.  The guy was a bit unusual in that he emigrated from Africa as a child, and in high school became quite the athlete.  Because of not being raised in the American sports culture, he only really to began to understand the games (football and basketball) once he was in college.  He'd been able to get by on sheer genetic ability until then.  

He could have possibly made it as a pro in either sport, had he not been involved in an unfortunate accident when visiting relatives in his native homeland.  

After a brief conversation, I learned all of his family and tribe seemed to be similarly blessed as well.  He was not only nearing 7-foot tall, but he must have been around 280 lbs.  In addition to this, I learned that he scored high marks in his engineering studies, and had a genuine passion for music and singing.  

I watched as Julie (my wife), who's blonde, 5 foot nothing, and maybe 100 lbs soaking wet (30B-18-30) walk down the alley, and up to the third door.  She looked around, then knocked.  After a moment, the door opened, and her hand was quickly taken and drawn inside as a second hand brushed off her robe, leaving it on the step of the door.  

Very quickly I made my way down and through the unlocked outer door (as he and I had earlier planned), picked up her robe, and quietly peered through inner door.  In the very small flat I saw my new African friend.  He was holding my beautiful fair-skinned Julie against his bare sculpted chest.  I could see some resistance in her, but I could also see that as he started to massage her clit her fertile, female instincts began to truly assert themselves.

While he held Julie against himself, his hips were pressed firmly against her belly.  He was so much taller than her (nearly 2 whole feet taller) that as his manhood grew, and breached his waistband, it emerged and rested right below her breasts.  As he pressed Julie firmly against him, he stealthily slid down his boxers to expose a very large manhood.

Later Julie would admit she nearly swooned as soon his manhood was exposed, and felt it against her naked skin... even though she said she could not see it, for he kept her face directed upward toward his.  I could see his manhood, and though not measured, to me it looked like it was nearly the size of 2 soda-pop cans held end-to-end... and just about the same thickness.  It was truly large!

After a moment, with her feeble "Please," and her residual mental resistance failing quickly... he suddenly turned her around.  With one massive black hand he pressed her chest against the wall as he pulled her hips back with the other huge hand, causing her hips to lift upward as her lower back dipped down a bit.  

He then used his feet to kick her feet out a bit, and his knees to bow her knees outward some as well... all of which served to present her narrow hips and expose her hot wet blonde pussy for him to fully see.

I heard her plead feebly first for him to not take her, then that he needed to wear a condom.

He held her fast, and only briefly probed her vaginal opening before lining up and pressing hard.  At that point I heard her cry out in pain, even though he had not forced much of himself inside of her.  Through his thick West African accent I heard him tell her, "I never wear a condom when I take me a woman!" 

Then, as I watched, he shoved at least a good 4-5 inches into her.  He pulled back briefly, and vibrated slightly in and out until his large cock had thoroughly agitated my wife's rather large and swollen clitoris.  After maybe 30 seconds of that, he rammed himself into her yet another 3 or so inches, nearing the top of where any other cock had ever been.  Yet I noticed that his huge, lemon-sized balls still could not reach my wife's small hips.

With a third thrust he (as she told me later) hit and pushed hard against the opening of her cervix.  He pressed and continued to press as he used one hand on her hips to massage her rather engorged and protruding clitoris.  As he stimulated her lovebud to orgasm, he increased the pressure against her cervix until I saw and heard her climax.  As she twisted and shook through her orgasm, he was able to sink the last few inches of his huge cock into her, totally filling her defenseless sacred femininity.

That's when he started to thrust hard and rapidly into my beloved, beautiful Julie with all he had.  He was on an urgent, eternally old mission... and her female instincts were by then in full control of her body, taking her heart and mind and soul along for the ride.

She told me later that after about 15 minutes of that, she began to feel his very large, heavy, full testes start to rise, and his massive black manhood swell within her.  Between my wife's screams and moans I hear her say, "Please don't come inside me.  I'm married.  I'm not on the pill, and I'm ovulating." 

When he heard that he started to thrust even harder and faster, whispering villainously, "Good blonde woman, I'm gonna breed you like an African woman.  You are mine right now, and I'm going to breed you!  You will carry my beautiful black baby in your little white wifey belly... and you're going to love it.  You will now beg me for it.  You are going beg me for my black baby, or I'm going to stop now and kick you out on the street!"

I heard the voice of my wife.  Julie's response was immediate, instinctive, and emotionally desperate, "Oh god, please don't... please don't stop.  I'll do anything, but don't stop."

He insisted and began to withdraw when she cried out at the top of her lungs, "YES, PLEASE... PLEEEEASE... PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR BEAUTIFUL BLACK BABY.  I WANT IT... I NEEEED IT.  GIVE ME YOUR BABY.  I WANT TO BE THE MOTHER OF YOUR BEAUTIFUL BABY.  I CAN'T BE COMPLETE WITHOUT YOUR BIG BLACK BABY GROWING IN MY WHITE BELLY."

Hearing that, not only he was convinced, but so was I.  I knew she'd finally let go of her last moral restraint, and at that point was fully the instinctive woman she had evolved to be.  Destiny and pure nature was by then in complete control.  He thrust back in harder and faster.

Only maybe a minute after her admission and surrender to her feminine needs, I entered the room.  He turned her toward the doorway so she noticed me after a brief moment.  Her face reflected absolute pleasure, peace, contentment, and ecstasy.  She very happily and lovingly told me (with an air of burgeoning pride too), "I'm going to have his baby.  I'm going to carry his beautiful black African baby.  He is breeding me, and I'm never going to be the same.  I love it.  I want it.  I need it.  I'm going to have his black baby...  for us.  He's going to breed me black, and make me his baby's momma.  He's making me a black baby momma."

She beamed further, "I can feel that he is pressed tight against the opening to my fertile womb, and... as you know honey, I'm ovulating tonight too.  His balls are so big and full.  He's soooo big and soo strong and soo beautiful.  He's going to give me wonderful babies.  I love what he is doing for me... for us!  I need him to give me his baby... to make me his baby momma.  Our babies will be so beautiful!"

At that point I walked over and kissed her passionately on the mouth.  I then looked into her eyes, and reached between her swinging breasts, putting my hand over her heart.  I asked her very sincerely, "Is this what you want?  Is this what you truly want, my beloved wife?"

Her eyes still locked on mine, she said, "Oh god, yes... yes I do.  I want it more than anything.  I want it more than life.  I want his beautiful child.  I need his beautiful black baby more than breathing.  I want him to give me his strong African seed, and fill my little white belly full of his wonderful black genes.  I need to have his child.  I need to be the momma of a black baby.  I love you honey, but I NEED this.  I can't be complete without it.  I am a new creature, and a different woman now.  Please give me your blessing... because I love you, but I need him to bless my womb with his genes and give me his beautiful baby."

I smiled, squeezed one of her breasts, and said, "Go for it honey!"  Hearing my words, my beautiful blonde wife reached between her legs and encouraged him by deeply massaging his testicles.

I kissed her again on the mouth, whispered, "I love you, and am so happy for you."  Then I pulled my 8+ inch siring-stick out, and he turned her even more so she was able to grab my swollen cock.  He bent her forward, and guided her panting mouth to my cock.  

I came quickly, and she tried to swallow.  But due to his thrusting into her from behind, my hard cock surged out of her mouth, and my cum dribbled down her chin, neck, and drooled off her nipples.  He increased his pace, shoving himself deeper into her stretched cuntal cavidy.  Then he exploded as their bodies inseparably surged fore and back, as his virile and potent African genes flooded into her depths for maybe 30 seconds or more, basting her newly dropped eggs with his copious and very dominant sperm.

She told me later that she could feel (and count) better than 20 actual spurts of his cum splash against the walls of her cervical opening.  She said that with his very first spurt she had what was the most massive and completely overwhelming orgasm of her life to that point.

My beloved wife cried out, "OHHH, OHHH, OH GOD YESSS! YEEEESSSS! GIVE IT TO ME!  GIVE MEEEE YOUR BEAUTIFUL BLACK BABY!  OHHH YES.  OHHH GGODDD YESS!  I'M HAAAVING HISSS BABY...HISSS BEAUTIFUL BLAAACK BABY!  I'M PREGNANT... I'M PREGNANT WITH A BEAUTFUULLL BLAACK BABY!  OH HONEY... I'M GOING TO BE THE MOMMY OF A BEAUTIFUL BLACK BABY!"  She kept repeating such words over and over until his ejaculations, and her orgasm ran their course.

She was still being held in his arms, still impaled on his slowly deflating African breeding stick, but he finally withdrew as she collapsed onto the floor.  I was surprised that very little sperm oozed out of my wife's body, in view of what I knew was a large amount of sperm the giant African had deposited within her.  I concluded that his deposit had been made against and into her cervical opening, where it was being held deep within her body.

I bent down, kissed, and held my wife for a few precious moments.  She seemed to glow as she whispered proudly, "I'm having his baby... his beautiful black baby.  I'm a black-bred woman, and I'm pregnant... I can feel it.  I can feel his African genes changing me into a different woman.  A part of me will always be black now.  I'm pregnant, and I am carrying his beautiful black baby.  Our `Rainbow Family' has begun." 

She placed my hand upon her belly... over her freshly impregnated womb, where we both knew an African child had begun to grow.  We smiled at each other. She truly was a happy new creature.

I helped her up, and carried her out of my new Black friend's apartment, completely naked under the robe I had thrown over her again, as I begin to feel the copious African baby-making fluid slowly, thickly drool out of her black-bred blonde pussy.  

Once in our car, still naked, she dutifully leaned back and asked for her robe... not to cover herself, but to place it beneath her, to elevate her hips so as to protect as much as possible the precious African sperm within the safety of her womb.

Sure enough, his sperm took, and she was bred that night.  She probably became a married blonde, black baby momma with his very first spurt.

As small as she was, she grew quite large very early.  Eventually we discovered she was carrying twins... twin boys.  It was an interesting matter when the baby was delivered.  The midwife smiled slyly, and then winked at Julie.

Julie was loving enough to assure her that we had our first male child by me... but told the mid-wife that, "As you can tell, these twin boys were sired by another man."  She went on to let the mid-wife know that every future child she plans to bear will be from other males... all tall, all muscular, all intelligent, and all gifted creatively.  She informed the mid-wife that she is fulfilling her female desires and instincts to create a well-bred diverse family.  The mid-wife just smiled knowingly, and patted my wife's still tender tummy.

We are already making plans to get Julie impregnated by an Asian guy.  This time Julie will play a major role in selecting her mating partner, and it will not involve her "being 'captivated, captured, and conquered'"... just bred thoroughly.  Then later she wants to find a Latino guy to breed with.


Do not feel sorry for me.  I'm not what you'd consider `a cuckold' per se.  My dear Julie has helped me to seduce and impregnate other women.  She feel's my genes as well, are too good not to be shared.  

She even helped to set me up over a very special weekend with her married sister.  I enabled her to give birth to a cute and healthy baby girl.  I think though, we both like it best when I too spread my seed among racially/ethnically diverse women.  

For some reason, black ladies seem as fond of receiving my Italian genes as I am of sharing them.



