"I forgot Jacob was visiting today to try to impregnate me. My husband would be really disappointed if I just sent him away, so I threw a blanket on the kitchen floor, no time to clear away the kids' toys, and he pushed into me leaving no time to even undress."
"Winston should have been tarmacing the drive instead of unloading another litre of spunk up her. Oh well, her husband will come home to another unmade bed, confirming Winston had been back inside her."
"The plan was set. They wanted a tanned baby and the Carribean holiday was the ideal chance. But she had only two weeks to succeed. So, every day, she had a black man in her hotel room. Her husband watched sometimes, but not always. But she found it easier to find black men than she thought, so sometimes had two in a day, or three and, once, four. Each thought she was a white woman on vacation who wanted to try black cock. Bareback, Several came inside her twice or more. She was sure the plan had worked and, back home, the pregnancy test proved it had. But no idea by whom."
"When my husband and I struggled to have a baby, I spoke to my mum. I know my dad is not my father, but she has not told me much more. So I asked her and, over coffee, she showed me pictures. In the 1960s, they went to car key parties. He has supposed to spend time with the wives but, instead, would watch her and take photos when he could. She said it was great fun, no idea who the fathers are of me or my three brothers, and would I like her to talk with my husband about us doing the same?"
"After three years of trying, and her husband failing to get her pregnant, he suggested they try something radical like a breeding party. "No need," his wife replied. She volunteers once a week at a refugee centre, full of migrants and asylum seekers. It didn't take much effort to have breeding parties there, with next to no organisation needed."
"Marrying a black man meant my parents looked forward to mixed heritage grandchildren. But his low sperm count put a halt to that. So he spoke to some of his mates who were happy to help. We still don't know which one succeeded."
"My husband had an evil grin when he agreed Winston should tarmac our drive. "I reckon we'll have a lovely black tar drive and he can give you a black toned baby," Winston's original estimate to complete the drive in one day changed to 10 days when I answered the door naked. On the second day, the pregnancy test was positive, but I carried on every day so my husband came home to an unmade bed showing Winston had been busy in our bedroom too."
""You fine lady, ma'am." That was the chance I couldn't miss. At 83, my husband can neither get erect nor impregnate me. So we cut short our tour of Grenada and the taxi driver took us back to our cruise liner. We invited him onboard and, in our cabin, he had intercourse with me several times as my husband sat and watched. Although neither of us can remember his name, my pregnancy and black baby caused quite a stir in the Old People's Home."
"If the Board of Governors knew a student fucked me, I'd lose my job and be barred from teaching. But my husband was keen we had a tanned baby to remind him that someone else knocked up his wife. And Sammy needed a way to improve his marks. Win-win then and it only took him seven sessions to impregnate me."