It was Nancy's first delivery and she was pregnant with twins. Like most
first deliveries her labor was long and drawn out, almost fourteen hours. Both
she and her husband, Jim, were exhausted when she was finally dilated enough to
allow the births to take place. The nurses wheeled her into the delivery room
and transferred her to the delivery table about 3 AM. She began pushing the
first baby out as soon as her butt hit the table and it popped out into the
obstetrician's hands two or three minutes later. It was a healthy baby and big
for a twin, 6 lbs, 2 oz, with a high APGAR rating. It looked a lot like its
parents. Nancy was a pretty blue-eyed blonde and Jim a tall, red-headed
Irish-American with freckles. Nancy soon resumed pushing. Jim gave the first
baby back to the nurse when Nancy began pushing and waited eagerly for the
second. It emerged within a minute. It was a very different baby. Now, it was
also healthy and big, 6 lbs, 5 oz and got just as high a APGAR score, but it
didn't look much like either parent. It had kinky hair and was a dusky red
color. It looked like a Black baby. Jim looked at it and then he looked at Nancy
and slowly concluded that this baby was not his baby. He began backing away
until he got to the wall and then he slid down it to the floor, collapsing in
tears. Most new fathers stick around until their wives are settled in their
rooms, but Jim left as soon as he recovered, without saying one word to Nancy.
The delivery room nurses wheeled Nancy to her room as soon as they could and the
nursery took charge of the babies. Jim came back to the hospital the next
afternoon. He looked like he was nursing the beginnings of a massive hangover.
As soon as he arrived he said he wanted to talk privately to Nancy's
obstetrician, Dr. Wheeler. The doctor was in the hospital seeing patients and
agreed to talk. They sat down in the doctors' lounge. Jim wanted to know how
"it" happened. Dr. Wheeler, who was a good-hearted man, said "it" could have
happened in two ways. First, there could have been a second man, a Black man
directly involved. The second possibility, however, was that both Jim and Nancy
might have some Black ancestry which simply reemerged in this generation. Had
Jim, he wanted to know, any Black forebears? Jim had to confess that his
great-father, Patrick O'Neill, might have been. He didn't know whether Patrick
actually had any Negro "blood," but everyone said he was Black Irish. Jim
remembered seeing a photo of Patrick O'Neill and he did look rather dark. His
mother, he said, claimed that other relatives on his father's side of the family
had also been Black Irish. Dr Wheeler said, "Then that's the most likely
explanation, if Nancy has a trace of African ancestry too." Jim went off to see
Nancy and the babies--much relieved. The reconciliation was sweet. Jim told
Nancy what Dr. Wheeler had said and she said, "Well, I was really wondering
about that too." She confessed that her grandmother had been rather dark and had
kinky hair--a Black German. The now happier pair agreed not to rehash the affair
and to accept Gerold and Michael as real brothers. "Jerry will probably grow out
of it," Nancy said, "and look more like Michael when he's older." That was not
to be. True, Jerry's face did have a distinctly Caucasian look and Jim even
claimed that Jerry had his nose and mouth. But, the boy's hair remained rather
kinky and his skin was never lighter that a rather deep golden brown which
turned even darker when he went to the beach or sunned himself. He was
definitely a mixed baby. Jim had accepted him, however, and he was even his
favorite. Jerry was very athletic like Jim and very unlike Michael, the book
worm. Jim and Nancy had two more children, another boy and a girl, over the
years. None of them looked much like Jerry. Jim never learned the truth about
Jerry's parentage--and probably would have rejected it as a lie and slander
against her good wife, Nancy, unless she herself had told him and she never did.
Nancy did confess the truth to me in my professional capacity as a marriage
counselor and sex therapist. I counseled Nancy to never tell Jim about her
affair. Doing so--even thirty or forty years later--would destroy the marriage.
How then could I publish Nancy's story for all to read? I respect my patients'
privacy, but I also think it important to publish the truth in unique and
unusual cases, carefully concealing the identities of the people, places and
exact circumstances involved to preserve their privacy. I have also waited a
number of years. So this is what really happened: Jim had always been a
thoughtless lover. The night that Michael was conceived he simply pulled out, as
always, when he was finished without giving Nancy a climax, rolled over and went
to sleep. Nancy was quite naturally unhappy about this habit of his. When Jim
left for work in the morning she tried masturbating as she often did after they
had sex, but couldn't get aroused enough for it to do any good. She
persisted--without effect. About 9 AM, the doorbell rang. She stopped rubbing
herself, put a robe over her nightie top and went to the door. It was a delivery
man from Ansell Furniture with the armoire she and Jim had just bought. She
showed him where to put it and went in the kitchen to make some coffee. There,
she closed the door, slipped off the scratchy robe and tossed it on a chair. A
minute or two later, the delivery man, a tall dark-skinned Black named Dustin,
brought the armoire into the dining room, unpacked it and set it up. Done, he
called for Nancy to approve it and sign the delivery slip. Nancy "forgot" to
slip her robe back on and just went out into the dining room wearing her
see-through nightie top and no panties. [She told me the Devil made her do it.]
Dustin's eyes almost popped out of his head. Nancy was twenty-two years old, had
blue eyes, long blonde hair and a fine figure. Her boobs were fairly small, but
had big rosy pink nipples. Her pussy hair was thick and almost as light as the
blonde hair on her head. Her ass was glorious to behold. And. . . she was horny.
Dustin was good-looking, aroused by Nancy's appearance and. . . The subconscious
does strange things. At any rate, Dustin seized the moment. He told Nancy she
looked like a dream, embraced her and began showering her with kisses. Nancy
later said she didn't know what came over her, but she responded eagerly,
unbuttoning his shirt and unzipping his pants. Soon both of them were naked.
Nancy seized his Dustin's stiffening penis and used it to lead him off to the
bedroom saying, "We can't do it here. Some one might look in through the window
and see us." Dustin was quite hard by the time they got to the bedroom and quite
eager to sample Nancy's charming body. He began by suckling on her boobs and
fingering her clit. Then he slipped his finger through her blonde bush and
fingered her crack, now moist and getting wetter every second. Dustin's finger
entered her cunt and he marveled at how wet and hot it felt. As he did this,
Nancy was exploring Dustin's body and particularly his cock and balls with
interest. She liked the feel of his cock, so soft and yet so hard. It was not
gigantic by any means, but it wasn't small either. Maybe six or seven inches and
very black. His foreskin had fully retracted on the way to bedroom to expose the
rich chocolate brown colored glans. Nancy began licking Dustin's penis, taking
its glans in her mouth and popping it back out again, delighting in the popping
sound. Dustin had swung around and was using his lips and tongues on Nancy's
crack. He sucked on her pussy hair, pleased that she had a thick patch and that
it released a strangely erotic flavor as he sucked on it. He lapped at her
crack, enjoying the slightly salty flavor of the clear juice her pussy was
secreting, and not forgetting to lick her clit and its encasing mantle. Both
Dustin and Nancy were thoroughly aroused. Nancy reached over to the nightstand
and pulled the drawer open to get a condom. She was sure that Jim had some left
even though they had been trying to make a baby for the last three months. There
was not a single condom left. Dustin said he could pull out, but Nancy said she
didn't want that. She said she was in her fertile period, but her husband had
fucked her last night and she was probably already pregnant from that. Dustin
should just go ahead. [Big mistake, girls! You can't know for sure, and, there
might be a second egg in play, just waiting to be fertilized.] Dustin went ahead
with gusto. He pulled Nancy to the center of the mattress, took her legs and
spread them wide and far back towards her shoulders and gave them over to Nancy
to hold. Then he knelt between her legs and aimed his black penis at its target,
Nancy's white cunt. He looked down to check his aim, looked up to see Nancy
straining for a glimpse of the action. "I want to see it too," she said. Dustin
pulled her butt up so she could have a better look, corrected his aim and
applied it to the small, but moist and hot entrance to her vagina. He slipped it
in and found it went in without any great problem. No pain, only pleasure. Nancy
climaxed immediately, thrashing around and almost throwing Dustin off of her. He
hung on and waited for her climax to subside. Then he began stroking in and out,
striving for maximum penetration and stimulation of her clitoris. Both of them
could feel Dustin's penis "bottoming out." On the in-stroke, the head of his
penis would enter Nancy's cervix, striving to pass through into her uterus. Of
course, this can't happen, but a lot of women find it quite pleasurable and
Nancy was one of those women. Almost all men, whose penises are long enough,
enjoy "bottoming out." Dustin certainly did, but he also knew enough to avoid
doing it continually. Occasionally is good, but doing it on every stroke will
irritate and cause pain. He did it just often enough to give Nancy a second
climax on the third "bottoming out." As Dustin and Nancy fucked, Dustin felt his
penis getting wetter and wetter and slipping in and out more and more easily. He
looked down to see that Nancy's lubricating fluid had changed color. It was now
milky-white, almost the same color as semen. It made his penis glisten blackly,
like highly polished, wet ebony wood, with streaks of white lubricant from
Nancy's pussy. Nancy saw him looking down at their union and wanted to see it
too. She stretched her neck down and got a good look. She moaned, "Oh, Shit!
It's so beautiful!" Men are usually more susceptible to visual stimulation than
women, but the sight struck the right nerve with Nancy. A third climax overcame
her immediately. Dustin and Nancy had been fucking for nearly ten minutes and
the end was fast approaching. Dustin's cock hardened even more, got a little
longer and his balls tightened and sank in the sockets. Nancy had been using her
hand to stroke Dustin's penis on the out-stroke and to caress his balls and she
noticed this. "Give it to me," she said, "All of it!" Hearing this, Dustin
stroked in one last time, "bottoming out" with his peehole squarely in Nancy's
cervix, and held position as he ejaculated. His semen burst forth in a great jet
which "blew out" the mucus barrier to Nancy's uterus. His semen rushed in.
Dustin's sperm swam across and entered her Fallopian tubes. One tube was a blind
alley, but the other held two eggs, one freshly fertilized by Jim, the other
still "available." It was Dustin's sperm that won the race to this egg. One of
his sperm entered it and made the baby which his mother and step-father named
Gerold ("Jerry"). Unlike Jim, Dustin liked to cuddle after sex. Dustin and Nancy
cuddled for a few minutes until Dustin said he had to leave or get really behind
on his deliveries. Nancy said she understood. Dustin wanted to know if he could
see her again. Nancy was of two minds on this question, but told him, "Well.
Maybe." Dustin called a few times after their encounter, but Nancy always turned
him down. Her experience with Dustin persuaded her that Jim had to better
satisfy her sexual needs. Messing around with Dustin would surely lead to
marital difficulties and probably divorce. What kind of future would she have
with a furniture delivery man? Compared with the life she already had with Jim,
an up-and coming computer programmer already earning close to a six-figure
income. Financially it made no sense to Nancy. She would do what she would try
to save her marriage. She began by telling Jim his love-making skills, while
very good, could become even better. She insisted that both of them get sex and
marital counseling. "Jim," she said, "you don't really know how to treat a
beautiful woman as well as you could." Nancy's diplomatic approach persuaded Jim
that it wasn't a bad idea. Both of them came to me. Jim learned how to do it
better. He also found Nancy a more willing and eager partner--one ready for new
experiences. Before Dustin, for example, she had never had oral sex with a man
either as active or passive partner. Afterwards, she loved having Jim lick her
pussy and willingly did fellatio on him--something he had only dreamed about and
never dared ask her to do. As for Nancy, I helped her deal with the issues
created by her fling with Dustin. Both partners were happier than before. In the
last weeks before the babies were born, the only one with a major marital
problem was Nancy. She worried about who was the baby's (babies') father. I
warned her to be prepared for the worst and repeated my warning not to confess
to having an affair. The first-born, Michael, had been a great relief for Nancy;
the second, Jerry, a marital disaster that only the good Dr. Wheeler had
averted. His explanation was totally impossible, but very improbable. It did
give Jim a plausible reason for accepting the situation. The good sex and
marriage life Jim had been enjoying with Nancy strongly inclined him to believe
Wheeler's story. This particular marriage was saved by an extra-marital affair,
nearly destroyed by an unwanted side-effect of the affair, and then saved by a
kindly obstetrician.
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