I am the proud mother of a beautiful mixed race daughter. You might not think that's unusual in this day and age, what with adoption and surrogacy but you need to know that I'm married to a white man and have been for many years. Needless to say I concieved and gave birth during the course of our marriage.

Its been awkward sometimes to explain to people, I must admit, especially family. People are generally very complimentary about how gorgeous she is but inside they are all aware of the obvious, I was, at some time, willingly, impregnated by a black man. I did once get asked by a family member how it happened and why, to which I answered, "simple, I lay naked on my bed whilst a black man fucked me. As for why, well why not!"
But that's the short version.

To understand the real reason you would need to know and understand my husband. We were both 29 when we got married and had our first child, our son, 2 years after that. It was after our son turned 3 that my husband wanted to try for another child, prefferably a daughter, so we started trying again. We carried on trying for another 3 years but had only misfortune as I fell pregnant 3 times and miscarried all 3 times, it broke mine and my husbands hearts.

My husband became introverted and spent hours consoling his depression by looking at porn on the internet. He became more and more interested in interracial porn and started to bring it into our bedroom in the form of black dildo's, interracial movies and fantasies of what he saw on the net. At first I didn't really like it, black men were not for me, I guess that's because I come from a white conservative family, but I played along anyway, I needed the love and his attention which was sorely lacking in our relationship and the sex was really good too. He started mailing me pics of naked black men and pics of black men having sex with married white women. Many of these pics had captions and memes about married white women being impregnated by their black lovers all with the husbands consent.

Then one day I saw a good looking, well built black man walking around inside the bottle store and something inside me clicked. I became incredibly turned on by him and started following him around. I watched as he opened the walk-in fridge and went inside to pick up a six pack. I fantasized about following him inside the fridge and imagined him lifting up my dress, pulling down my panties and taking me from behind as I leaned over the stack of beer pallets. The thought of being a happily married white women having consentual, unprotected sex with a strange black man was extremely erotic and very taboo.

Over the next 12 months I became more and more aware of black men and how I actually seemed to attract them, I was getting hit on regularly, which was really turning me on.

I decided I was going to finally open up to my husband and tell him. That evening, whilst we were lying in bed, he made his usual pre sex approach which mostly involved feeling me up, slowly at first, then looking at some pictures or video clips together and then bringing out the sex toys.

It was my turn. "Put that stuff away, I've got something to tell you."
I cuddled up into him, grabbed his cock and began telling him the story of my bottle store fantasy. He quickly became erect and he began to breathe deeper as I massaged his erection.

"Do you really like the thought of another mans cock in your wifes pussy?" I asked him
"Yes!" he replied sheepishly.
"Do you really like the thought of a black mans cock in your wifes pussy?" I asked him again
"Oh fuck yes!' He grunted.

I let go of his cock for a few seconds as I mounted him. I began slowly sliding myself up and down his length.

"Do you remember that time that your band performed at the casino bar? That time that I went with you?" I asked
"Yes." He replied
"Well whilst you were gigging and I was walking around the casino, I got approached by a black man. He offered me a large amount of money to go back to his room with him." I said
"Oh my God! You never told me about that. That's hot! What did he look like?" Replied my husband
"He was tall, well built and dressed in an expensive suit, he looked foreign." I said
"I must admit, he was very sexy and his offer was very tempting. I found myself, whilst sitting at the slot machine, fantasizing about him, what he would've done to me if I had gone back to his room."
"Tell me." Asked my husband
"I kept seeing myself naked on his hotel bed and he was fucking me. It turned me on so much to think, that while you were playing in your band, your wife was naked in some hotel room , being fucked bare back by a black stranger for money." I said
"Fuck, that is so hot! Tell me more!" Begged my husband
"It was so vivid in my mind that all I could think of was those big black hands all over me, his tongue in my mouth and his huge cock inside my unprotected pussy. I would've let him cum inside me just to see if you could smell it on the way home after the show. But what you should really know, in absolute honesty is, he made me so horny that I actually left the casino and went back to see if I could find him again! I had made up my mind that I would do whatever he wanted me to do if I found him and be back in time for your last song!"

This took my husband over the edge as he thrust his cock as deep as he could and came inside me, grabbing my breasts at the same time.

I rolled off of him and we cuddled again.

My husband asked me if this was all true and I replied that it was.

"This is all your doing you know." I told him "You've got me hooked on black men now and they really like me."

"Why did you refuse his offer? You couldve done this without my knowledge." Said my husband.
"One reason, I was scared that If I did it I wouldn't be able to stop. I would want to do it again. I won't make the same mistake next time." I replied.

We lay together quietly in each others embrace, processing all these new things that had just come to light in our strained relationship. Things were going to be so much better now, I just knew it.
And then in a soft, sad voice, my husband said,

"I really want another baby Love."
I took a deep breath and replied.
"I know babe, I'm so sorry, I've done the best I can. What do you suggest?" I asked
"We can try AI or even adoption if you want but that's expensive and even then there is no guarantee."
"We can try something else." He replied
"Really? What?" I asked

My husband was quiet for a few moments and then replied nervously.

"We can try another man" he said
"You mean like a sperm donor?" I asked
"No, I mean another man having actual sex with you, impregnating you properly." He blurted out

I was surprised, shocked and oh so turned on all at the same time. My pussy tingled.

"Lets be honest. If that hasn't worked out with you so far, how will having sex with another man be different?" I asked, aching to touch my pussy that was now betraying me.
"It'll be different if it's a virile man" he replied.
"Oh, I see where this is going, you want me to have sex with a black guy!" I said, not surprised

"Yes." Replied my husband, almost embarrassed.

"You know that cant happen Love. Firstly, theres also no guarantee that a black guy will get it right either. Secondly, how will we explain me being pregnant with a black child. My folks will freak and thirdly there are long reaching consequences, this is a human being remember not a pet guinea pig!" I said. My pussy was now soaking wet.

"Its just my opinion Love but there is no harm in trying until you get pregnant, at least it will add some spice to our sex life. With regards to friends and family, I don't give a fuck, its our choice, we do what we want. Lastly, the baby will have your DNA, your blood, you will be its natural birth mother and that alone means I will love it with all my heart because it will have grown inside of you. The sperm donor would be irrelevant, the sex would be consentual and guilt free." Replied my husband.

"We could get away with it if it was with a white guy," I teased

"NO! No way!" My husband snapped back.

"Anyway, I dont think it's the right thing to do Love. Lets get some sleep, we have an early start tomorrow" I replied.

And with that we cuddled up and went to sleep. But that wasn't the end of it.

For weeks, my husbands words played over and over in my mind, turning me on so much. In fact, so much so that I found myself regularly looking at the pics and video clips he sent me. The thought of consentually being with a black man was so appealling. That beautiful contrast in our skin colour, his big black cock, freely ejaculating his potent sperm inside my unprotected, fertile pussy as many times as I wanted and what would it feel like to be pregnant again. The women in the pictures always looked as if they were being sexually pleased on another level and the women in the video clips looked as if they were born to mate with black men. I wondered how many of those amateur housewives actually concieved after their black studs had cum inside them, it certainly didn't worry them, they gladly let it happen. I was now convinced that I had become a black cock slut.

That night I made my final decision, this time I jumped my husband. He responded lethargically and semi interested until I grabbed his cock and whispered in his ear,
"Lets make a black baby!"
"What? Are you serious? Don't tease me." He repied
"I am dead serious. Lets do it, lets make a black baby."

With that he pushed himself between my thighs and fucked me like we were on honeymoon, exploding deep inside me.

We lay in each others arms.

"Why the change of heart?" he asked me

"You convinced me. I see it as a win win situation. I really want to fuck a black man and you want me pregnant by a black man. I would be out of my mind if I didn't try it. What married women gets a hallpass to freely fuck another man with the purpose of falling pregnant! So, husband of mine, how are you going to do this then?" I smiled.

"It wont be difficult, you get hit on all the time" he replied laughing

It was incedible how much our sex life improved after we had made our decision. We spoke about it all the time but realistically no suitable candidate presented himself.

6 months had passed and I had almost given up on the idea as my biological clock was ticking but then, quite unexpectedly, it happened. Whilst overseas on holiday in the UK, we were invited out to dinner with my husbands young aunt and her boyfriend. When we arrived at the restaurant I got the shock of my life, her boyfriend was a black man, a beautiful tall, well built, black man about the same age as me. We spent the evening getting to know him and having far to much to drink. We hit it off straight away and I really, REALLY liked him. Later my husband said he could see a spark between us, I guess he really liked me too. Anyway, the boyfriend, Michael, invited us to go back to his place and stay over so we wouldn't need to drive home. We agreed and made our way back to his place, a short walk from the restaurant.

As it was already midnight and we were all tired and tipsy we decided to go to bed. Micheal showed us the guest room and we said our good nights. I lay awake thinking about him. How he made me feel in the restaurant and wondering what treasure was hidden under those smart clothes. I fell asleep horny and wet.

I'm not really sure why, but I found myself awake again shortly after 2am! Dressed in my husband's long shirt as a pyjama top and just my panties I decided to go to the loo. I opened the bedroom door quietly so as not to wake my husband and tip toed down the passage to the bathroom.

As I walked down the passage I passed Mike's room, the door was slightly open. I walked past slowly and quietly worrying that I might wake somebody up.

I smiled whilst sitting on the loo. I admitted to myself that there was no point in hiding how much I really liked Michael and realised that all through dinner could not stop wondering what he would be like in bed. He was so friendly; we even shared portions of our dinner. He would ask me to try something from his plate, putting his fork slowly into my mouth, watching the reaction from my tongue. (Very sexually symbolic, taking a black mans fork into my mouth. Lol!). Every now and again he would touch me in general conversation or put his hand on my thigh. I wished I had worn a short skirt. I would've loved to feel that big black hand on my soft white skin. Each of those little touches sent bolts of electric lust through my body. I was so horny and I wondered if he was hard. It would've been so easy to touch his cock under the table. I wished I did. So much opportunity, but I guess that boat had sailed and he was Claire's man anyway.

At that moment I really envied Claire. "Lucky lady" I thought to myself. She's got herself quite a catch.

After finishing in the loo, I made my way back to the guest room.

As I passed Michael's room, the door opened unexpectedly and I walked straight into him. I got the fright of my life and put my hand over my mouth so as not to make a noise. I calmed myself down and looked at him. He was naked. His body was a dark brown colour and extremely muscular. I stared at him. He was beautiful indeed. Mike in turn looked at me in my husband's shirt. He could see the tops of my thighs and the outline of my breasts and suddenly erect nipples poking through excitedly.

"I'm so sorry" he said
"I didn't expect to see anyone wandering about the house at this hour and as you can see, well, I sleep naked."

I had no words. We looked at each other in silence for a few moments, and then Michael held out his hand. I felt that massive spark between us again and slipped my hand into his and followed him into his bedroom.

Once inside we stood at the foot of his bed, it was a very large bed and I wondered how many women he had sexually satisfied on that bed. Would I be next? He put his mouth over mine, our tongues met and we kissed passionately. I didn't resist.

Michael unbuttoned the shirt I was wearing and dropped it onto the floor. My panties followed. He immediately began to explore my naked body. His big black hands fondled my breasts, nipples and ass and I ran my lilly white hands over his muscular chest and back. I could feel that wonderful penis pressing up against my stomach, quickly becoming erect. "Oh!" I took a deep breath and let out a gasp. His cock felt as soft as velvet, warm, thick and long. I wrapped my hand around it and discovered that he was circumcised.

I began to masturbate him, moving my hand gently up and down his shaft. His cock virtually doubled in length and thickness. I smiled to myself and purred. "Hmm, I think it likes me!" Michael grunted his approval, turned on by the fact that the hand wrapped around his thick black cock, masturbating it and caressing it, had a wedding ring on. Michael later told me he had fantasized about fucking a married white woman for a very long time and now his fantasy was becoming reality. Here was a married woman, completely naked in front of him with his black cock in her hand, her husband sleeping in the room next door. It doesn't get much better than this.

It felt like a dream to me too, only moments ago I was fantasizing about this man and now I had him for real. There was no way I was going to put a stop to this. I was going to see this through all the way to a real happy ending.
My skin tingled with the anticipation of feeling his muscular body against mine and my pussy ached for his cock.

We fell onto the bed in a loving embrace, Michael on top of me. As he moved between my soft white thighs, he said under his breath "NOW, I am going to fuck you!"

"Oh really?" I replied sarcastically, spreading my legs wider, giving this hung black stud unrestricted access to my most private area, an area that until now had belonged to my husband. I wrapped my arms around Michael's neck, pulling him in closer and once again, kissed him passionately.

I could feel the head of his huge cock pushing against the opening of my very wet pussy.

I grabbed its shaft and guided the rest of it's length gently inside me.

I breathed out in total ecstasy as the muscles of my vagina stretched to accommodate the thickness and length of his gorgeous black cock. Michael let out a deep groan as he slipped all the way inside me. The head of his penis touching my cervix. We lay together like that for a short while, immersing ourselves in the myriad of erotic feelings that fired through our bodies. I loved the fullness of his cock inside me, the feel and weight of his muscular body on top of me and his warm breath against my neck. Michael loved the tightness and warm wetness of my pussy around his cock. We were a perfect fit. My pussy was always meant to be his, we both knew that. Michael became very excited knowing he was going to lay claim to my pussy by cumming deep inside it. It was as if he knew that I was ovulating. He loved the way my erect nipples pressed into his chest and the feeling of my thighs against his hips. But what really turned him on, was my petite white hands all over his jet black body.

It was then that a revelation hit me.

I actually had this gorgeous black stud between my legs for real. I had waited so long for this. I had fantasized about this so much and played out the fantasy in the bedroom with my husband so many times, but none of that or any black dildo had prepared me for this. For the first time in my life, I felt completely satisfied, my body in sexual sync with his. As he slowly began to fuck me, any doubt, inhibitions or guilt that I may have had about doing this in the past, dissappeared. There was no place I would rather be than where I was now and who I was with.
"This is how it's meant to be" I thought to myself completely engulfed in my black lover.
"It's all true. White women ARE the perfect mates for black men!"
"If only my hubby could see me now. He'd love it!"

The thought of my husband watching me get fucked by a black stud without any protection and with the sole intention of impregnating me was a huge turn on and I found my first orgasm rising inside me with a vengeance!

I was filled with lust as he began working his rhythm. His big black cock slid in and out of my pussy, his balls slapping against my ass. I met every inward thrust of his with an upward thrust of my own, our loins crashing together over and over. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. In the early hours of that morning he became my black husband and the father to the baby we were lovingly making together. I gave myself to him entirely.

Michael loved being between my wide-open thighs, pumping his big black cock in and out of my very wet pussy, making such an erotic squishing sound! My hands were all over his body, occasionally slipping down to grip his tight black ass, pulling him deeper inside me, I moaned shamelessly in pure ecstasy as each stroke brought me closer to multiple orgasms.

This was the ultimate taboo for a usually introverted white woman, especially with my conservative family background. But here I was none the less, being fucked by a black man, his majestic black cock buried deep inside my married white pussy, our beautiful bodies merged together, in a black and white mating ritual. I would have his DNA in me forever, I had become an interracial woman as his semen lined my vaginal walls and was absorbed into my very being.

Now, I'm not on any birth control, I never have been, so images of Michael's black cock, shooting load after load of thick, potent sperm, deep inside my fertile womb mixed with my womanly vaginal juices filled my head as I exploded into yet another earth shattering orgasm.

I prayed that he would cum really deep inside me as I dug my nails into his back, wanting more than anything to fall pregnant by this man.

Michael was a great lover and made me come again and again. I couldn't help myself from groaning erotically out loud as he continually took me higher and higher on the sexual plane.
It was between these erotic grunts and groans that I heard myself whisper, "Cum inside me Mike my love!"
"Are you sure?" asked Mike under his breath and between his powerful strokes

"Yes! Cum inside me!" I hissed
"Are you on anything?" He asked again, this time picking up his pace
"No, I'm not!" I replied beginning to pant and now on the verge of begging.
"So, you like my black cock then?" asked Michael, smiling
"I love your big black cock! It feels so good inside me. Where have you been all my life?" I groaned.
"You're married but you still want me to cum inside you?" Michael teased.
"Oh fuck yes, YES!" I groaned under my panting breath.

Mike fucked me faster and harder and began talking dirty to me driving me into complete ecstasy
"Oh baby....you're gonna get it alright," He began, thumping away at my pussy, his head buried in my neck, his mouth right by my ear.
"Married white girl, no birth control wants me to cum in her pussy! You're just begging to be knocked up by a black man arent you" Growled Michael into my ear
"Yessssss!" I replied
"Time for me to give you a black baby!" Grunted Micheal
"Oh God yes! YES!'" I cried

And with that he started to cum. It was so intense that he grabbed hold of my shoulders and pulled himself into me, as deep as he could go. He tensed up his muscular body and began to ejaculate his potent seed repeatedly, deep inside me. I actually felt his sperm splash against the walls of my vagina. I felt my cervix open and his sperm flow through into my uterus. I coud feel my ovaries tingling in fertile anticipation
"Aahhh, fuuuck!" he cried out
"Ooooohhh!" I yelled taking deep breaths between orgasms. My vaginal walls squeezed tight around his cock, milking every last drop of cum from him.

Mike continued to thrust himself deep inside me with every convulsion until he could thrust no more. It was amazing, even after such a huge ejaculation he remained hard inside me.
He finally collapsed on top of me, still breathing heavily into my neck. The air in the room stank of sweat and sex. I lovingly ran my hands gently over his muscular back. The colour contrast between us was so beautiful.
"Oh my God!" I said "What did you just do to me? I have never been fucked like that before!"
"I was hoping to get laid tonight, but I never dreamed it would be you. I've been perving over you all night!" said Mike
"I thought you were out of bounds because you're married! I didn't expect that and I have to admit, I didn't expect you to be so tight. You feel so good inside." Said Mike.
"What can I say, we are a perfect fit!" I giggled.
"And just for the record, I had my eye on you too."

Michael rolled over onto his back and his cock slipped out of my pussy. A pool of watery, sticky white cum dribbled out from between my legs.
I moved closer and cuddled up to him, nesting on his shoulder whilst he put his arm around me. I ran my hand over his chest and stomach and then down to his cock, fuck he had an amazing cock.

"Michael, do you mind if I try something?" I asked
"Sure! What do you want to do" he replied
"I want to do this" I replied as I opened my mouth and began to suck his cock
"Oh my God" he said "You are so good at that."
"I have wanted to do this since I met you. I imagined doing this to you under the table at the restaurant, in the car park, in the car and even in your kitchen"
I dropped my head, took him back in my mouth again bobbing up and down. He tasted suprisingly good and the smell of our mixed juices clotted in his pubic hair was such an aphrodisiac. This time he came quickly, all over my breasts, stomach and hands. I cuddled back up to him again until he fell asleep. I grabbed my few items of clothing, went off to shower and then crawled back into bed with my husband.

The following morning we left Michaels place early, whilst everyone was still asleep. We drove back to our holiday accommodation packed the car and started the 7 hour drive back. I was really tired from my evening with Michael. My body was stiff and my breasts were sore but I smiled to myself as I dozed off, I had no regrets and would do it all again without question.

My husband however, was concerned. He kept asking me if I was alright and I told him I was just tired and possibly hung over.

After a few hours into the drive, I opened my eyes and looked at him, I loved him so much and the look on his face made me feel sad. He looked so lost and we had hardly said a word to each other for the past 3 hours. I put my hand on his leg, smiled at him and told him to take a break at the next services.

After a good meal and some hot coffee, I started to feel so much better and climbed into the car with a smile on my face and a spring in my step. As we sped off onto the highway we began to chat.

"Did you have a good time last night my Love?" he asked me

I held my breath for a moment, smiled and replied, "Yes, I had a great time!"

"You and Michael seemed to get along well." He said

"Yeah, I like him, I really REALLY like him." I replied

"I thought so, "said my husband, "I could see the spark between you, he really liked you too! You guys really should've had sex."