AMAZING LAMAZE
Our friend Leroy took a pass on attending the Lamaze c***dbirth classes with my wife and me. He explained, "I've been through that so many times I could do it in my sleep. Please tell Sophia that I'll see you in the delivery room."
Months later, the hospital staff was initially confused when my wife insisted that Leroy and I be present during her labor. However, later, they appreciated our teamwork. I'm James, her husband, and I knew we could pull it off together. When we arrived at the hospital, Leroy was already there. First, I would take a half-hour shift helping Sophia with her Lamaze breathing. Then, I'd go for a break while Leroy helped her for his half-hour shift. It was easy to alternate through the four hours of labor because we'd already had plenty of experience taking turns on my wife!
Our healthy, nine-pound baby boy was born and the pediatric nurse whisked him away for a quick cleanup. The other nurses chased us out to attend to my wife. Soon, they let us back in the room and a stylishly dressed young woman came in. "Congratulations on your new baby," she said, "I just need the signature of the father on this Declaration of Paternity."
She handed me the clipboard, but before I could sign it, a nurse brought in our newborn and gave him to my wife. I laid the clipboard at the foot of the bed and rushed to her side for this happy occasion. Our baby eagerly nursed on my wife's lily-white breasts. Like most babies, he was born beet red. However, after breathing some real air, his natural pigmentation was coming in. Also, with each gulp of his mother's milk, our baby's skin was turning black.
Upon seeing this, the records clerk picked up the clipboard and gave it to Leroy to sign. He handed it to me but the clerk tried to pry it out of my hands. We pulled the clipboard back and forth in a little tussle before we were distracted. We looked over to see that the baby was still nursing and Leroy was kissing my Sophia. She pulled him in closer with her hand. As their kiss deepened, my wife's face flushed. I had heard that nursing could be erotic for a mother, however, this was over the top!
The clerk's cheeks were red with what I assumed was embarrassment, but I saw a twinkle in her eye and she smiled. She understood that Leroy, a black man, was my wife's lover. Almost reluctantly, she cleared her throat to break it up. She gave my wife a pleasant, all-knowing smile that said, "You naughty, naughty girl!" The clerk laid the clipboard at the foot of the bed and told my wife, "Have one of them sign and bring it to my workstation. Thanks!"
She smiled and winked at me as she walked out. I signed, and printed my name on the form, as Leroy and my wife looked on approvingly. I went across the hall and gave the signed document to the clerk, who had a friendly expression. I was struck by how young and beautiful she was. Her blonde hair perfectly framed her face and she had big blue eyes. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought she was my wife's twin sister. She took the clipboard, thanked me and I turned to leave. "James," she called out, "please come back. I need just one more signature. Sorry, I hope you don't mind if I call you James."
Returning to the counter, I assured her, "No, not at all."
She explained, "You need to sign again in my presence. Then, I'll notarize it and declare you as the father for the legal records. Also, you can call me Megan."
I signed, gave her the form and noticed that she was blushing. Assuming she was still in a risqué mood, I asked her a leading question, "Isn't it exciting when a new baby arrives?"
Megan squirmed in her chair as she replied, "Yes, especially for a beautiful, young, white woman like your wife." Her delicate hand grabbed the heavy notary stamp, and she roguishly smiled as she slammed the inked seal down. My balls winced as she theatrically ground it into the document to emboss it. I got a hard-on and pulled myself closer to the counter, hoping to hide the bulge in the front of my pants. Her giggle told me that she had probably already noticed. She gave me the same covert smile that she had given my wife. Without words she said, "You naughty, naughty hubby. You got your wife knocked up by a black man!"
She went to the copy machine and made me a print. As she walked back, my eyes landed on a noticeable wet spot on her chair. Her eyes followed my line of sight and she gasped. She knew I had also seen the dampness on the back of her skirt! Her face turned an even brighter red and her hands trembled.
Calming herself, she explained that the original would be registered with the County Recorder along with the birth certificate. Then, she put the copy into a manila envelope, licking it suggestively. She sealed it, leaned over and handed it to me.
Her white silk blouse allowed me a nice glimpse of her ample cleavage. Fortunately, it was nearly transparent and I could see her erect nipples straining to escape the thin bralette confining them. She smiled when she caught me ogling her breasts and said, "Yes, this is a nice silk blouse. I think it looks professional on me, don't you, James?"
I agreed, "They look great. Excuse me. I mean, it looks splendid, simply splendid!"
I was embarrassed at my verbal gaffe. Flirting with me, she brushed an imaginary speck of dust off her blouse, saying, "Glad you like my look. James, I'm proud of you for signing that paternity document. Not all husbands would have done that for their wives. She's lucky to have a husband like you and such a beautiful black baby!"
I smiled and turned to go to my wife's room. I thought, "Did I see Megan lick her lips when she said black baby?" Looking over my shoulder, she was busily trying to wipe the wet spot off her chair.
My wife was asleep in her hospital bed and Leroy was snoring in the overstuffed chair. Earlier, we'd flipped a coin to see who would stay with her tonight and he had won. It certainly wasn't the first night they had spent together!
I went to the cafeteria, grabbed some food and sat down. At the table next to me, I overheard two young nurses gossiping. The first one said, "You know what? Another white wife gave birth to a black baby tonight!"
"Awesome, that's exciting," replied the second nurse.
The first one added, "Yeah, Megan convinced the white husband to sign as the responsible father!"
The second nurse exclaimed, "That's Megan! She could get the Pope to sign off on a birth control prescription. How does she do it?"
The first one replied, "It's her boobs! She smiles her pearly white smile, flirts and jiggles her tits. The husbands will sign anything for her."
"You're right," the second one concurred, "with those melons, she always gets what she wants. Black babies seem to be all the rage right now."
The first nurse clarified, "Yeah, if a white wife is 19 to 25 years old, and extremely beautiful, there's a good chance she'll give birth to a black baby, even though her husband is white!"
The second one lamented, "If only we could be so lucky!" They giggled clandestinely.
I finished eating and headed to the exit, where I ran into Megan. She was leaving work and had ditched her gray pencil skirt for a black miniskirt. She had also removed her bralette and her silk blouse was open down to the third button. I smiled and remarked, "Hi, Megan, you look great in your off-duty outfit."
She grinned, "Hello, James. Looking great! Is that all that I get?" She pouted, "Don't tell me that you no longer think they look great!"
Megan was enjoying our banter and I saw her nipples grow erect. This time, I shamelessly ogled them and replied, "They look splendid, positively splendid!"
Smiling with approval, she said, "That's more like it. I'm glad you noticed I removed the bra."
I reaffirmed, "They look great, especially without the bralette."
"Since you appreciate them, you can be on a first-name basis. Just call them my ladies.
I smiled and said, "Nice to meet you, ladies."
I didn't know where this was going. So, I dialed it back, saying, "By the way, thanks for taking care of that paperwork for me."
"Happy to help," Megan replied sincerely, "and I'm glad you're starting a family. You're newlyweds, aren't you?"
"Yes, we've been married less than a year. I see from the rings that you're married too. Congratulations!"
She proudly showed me the photo on her phone and exclaimed, "This is my husband and me leaving the church after our wedding!"
It was the typical scene of a young white couple who were very much in love. I said, "What a beautiful couple you make and that's a great picture!"
She smiled and declared, "Isn't it wonderful to be newlyweds? Eric and I have only been married for six months."
I handed the phone back to her and she jiggled her breasts for me.
"Your ladies are certainly enjoying their freedom from that bra!" I exclaimed.
She sighed, "Yes, it is great to get that uncomfortable thing off after a day at work."
I replied, "As you can tell, being a newlywed has been very exciting for my wife."
Megan laughed, "Yes, it's obvious she has been very busy. Oh, that I could be so lucky!"
We were soon interrupted by a loud honk from a car that pulled up. She waved to the driver and said, "That's my ride and I gotta go. It was fun getting to know you and having you sign that Paternity Declaration. My goal is to get every white husband on the hook for his wife's black baby. They say my ladies and I are pretty good at getting signatures!"
I laughed and said, "Ladies or not, I was glad to sign!"
Megan lowered her voice, "Look, I know you get it. So we can talk openly about this taboo. Frankly, it's hot as hell that your wife got herself knocked up by a black cock!"
"Yeah, extremely hot."
Excitedly, Megan added, "Now, every time you go out in public as a family, it will be obvious to everyone that you didn't even impregnate your own wife!"
I replied, "It will be as obvious as black and white!"
She giggled, "Many white wives have a different black father for each baby. You seem like an open-minded husband, so you might think about that!"
I was flabbergasted. "They had a different black man for each baby? I can hardly believe that, really?"
"James, this is a hospital! It's the one place in town where there are no secrets. We see it all, especially in the delivery ward. If a white wife is a beauty queen, there's a very good chance that she's carrying a black man's baby. Even the cooks and janitors here at the hospital know that!"
"You're right." I agreed. "I just overheard two nurses gossiping about that in the cafeteria."
She replied, "James, year after year, it's the same white couples that show up to deliver black babies. Also, it's a different black man for each delivery!"
I exclaimed, "Wow! Those wives are really having some hot sex aren't they?"
She giggled, "Yeah, spend more time in the cafeteria and you'll hear even more juicy gossip. One last thing, please consider booking yourself an appointment in the Urology department. Most young white husbands are getting snipped!
Upon hearing that, I went on the offensive, "Megan, me under the blade? No way! Those other couples may do that but we're not like that. Sophia's fertilization, by a black man, was just a youthful dalliance and a one-off!"
Coaxingly, she said, "Don't k** yourself. I saw how excited you were when your wife was kissing Leroy. We all know lactating wives get excited when they nurse their babies. However, your wife was thrilled kissing him!"
I admitted, "That's what I thought about lactating mothers. Yes, she was ecstatic."
Megan laid her hand on my shoulder and assured me, "Trust me, I've seen dozens of husbands in denial like you. The sooner you accept who you really are, the better off you'll be. I saw you flinch when I slammed my notary stamp on the paternity document that inked your fate."
She continued, "You probably already know, at least subconsciously, that you don't want to father any of your wife's c***dren. Let me put it to you graphically so you remember."
She jiggled her breasts to get my attention and whispered lewdly, "You want your wife to spread her pearly white thighs for lots of black guys. You hope they will seed her with their big black cocks."
She continued, "You probably even want a big family, don't you?"
I conceded, "Sure, we want a big family. Also, my balls actually turned somersaults when you did your notary stamp trick!"
Megan confirmed, "See, you felt it, didn't you? You're not the first white husband who wanted a vasectomy, so his white wife would only deliver black babies. When you saw Sophia nursing her first black baby, your little balls wanted to go under the blade. You want to shoot blanks while more virile black men pump their potent sperm into your young wife's fertile womb!"
She advised, "Now, let's talk about household management. You'll need a good nanny to help you with the family because your wife will be dating frequently. Even though she won't let the same black man inseminate her twice, she'll still keep fucking them. Also, she'll enjoy dating lots of new black men. Let's say she'll have an active social calendar!"
I chuckled, "I'll get us a subscription to a good appointment app!"
Megan laughed, "Yes, Sophia will be fully booked and thoroughly fucked on every date!"
A deep, masculine voice shouted out from the waiting car. "Megan, get in. I'd like some private time with you before your husband comes home to watch!"
She laughed excitedly, "See, it's not just your wife. Well, I gotta go. Welcome to fatherhood, white boy!"
She jumped in, scooted across the seat of his classic 1960s-era Cadillac and unbuttoned her blouse. He put his arm over her shoulder. As they drove away, I saw his large, black hand close down on her creamy white breast. Her words ricocheted around in my head, "You want Sophia to spread her pearly white thighs for lots of black guys. You want her to be impregnated, time after time, by their big black cocks!"
I drove home, went inside and laid my briefcase on the kitchen counter. I opened the manila envelope and pulled out the paternity document. Megan's business card fluttered to the floor. I picked it up and was pleasantly surprised to see that she had written her cellphone number on the back of the card. I read her tiny handwriting, "James, have your wife call me for coffee. You're our role models. Love, Meg & Eric."
I sat on the couch, laid the document on the coffee table and unzipped my pants. I wanked off as Megan's words echoed in my head. I realized how fertile my wife was and my fantasies took me down that rabbit hole. I heard Megan's voice, "You want to have a vasectomy, so that Sophia will only give birth to black babies."
I remembered that my wife had been disappointed when she became pregnant the first time that I had shared her with another man. She hinted at wanting to spread her wings for a while before starting a family. Fortunately, Leroy was a great lover. He was intelligent, healthy and genuinely caring. So, she was delighted to have him sire her first born. I thought, "Megan is right. My wife wants to spread a lot more than just her wings!"
Megan had enjoyed steering our conversation toward her ladies and our sexual bantering. I was sure that at this precise moment, she was getting fucked by a black cock while Eric watched. Megan's heart would be throbbing from black-induced orgasms. Only six months into her marriage and she was ripe for fertilization!
Megan had predicted, "You'll enjoy shooting nothing but blanks while black men pump their prolific sperm into your horny young wife!"
I shot my load high in the air and several clumps landed on the photocopy of the paternity document. It was laser-printed, so I knew it wouldn't smudge. I left it there to dry overnight. Somehow, it seemed befitting to have a fatherhood document stained with my semen. It was the very semen that had not impregnated my wife!
I was going to frame it and hang it on the wall above our marital bed. My wife would giggle at that blatant contradiction. She would enjoy showing that document to Megan and her girlfriends at the baby shower.
THE END
Months later, the hospital staff was initially confused when my wife insisted that Leroy and I be present during her labor. However, later, they appreciated our teamwork. I'm James, her husband, and I knew we could pull it off together. When we arrived at the hospital, Leroy was already there. First, I would take a half-hour shift helping Sophia with her Lamaze breathing. Then, I'd go for a break while Leroy helped her for his half-hour shift. It was easy to alternate through the four hours of labor because we'd already had plenty of experience taking turns on my wife!
Our healthy, nine-pound baby boy was born and the pediatric nurse whisked him away for a quick cleanup. The other nurses chased us out to attend to my wife. Soon, they let us back in the room and a stylishly dressed young woman came in. "Congratulations on your new baby," she said, "I just need the signature of the father on this Declaration of Paternity."
She handed me the clipboard, but before I could sign it, a nurse brought in our newborn and gave him to my wife. I laid the clipboard at the foot of the bed and rushed to her side for this happy occasion. Our baby eagerly nursed on my wife's lily-white breasts. Like most babies, he was born beet red. However, after breathing some real air, his natural pigmentation was coming in. Also, with each gulp of his mother's milk, our baby's skin was turning black.
Upon seeing this, the records clerk picked up the clipboard and gave it to Leroy to sign. He handed it to me but the clerk tried to pry it out of my hands. We pulled the clipboard back and forth in a little tussle before we were distracted. We looked over to see that the baby was still nursing and Leroy was kissing my Sophia. She pulled him in closer with her hand. As their kiss deepened, my wife's face flushed. I had heard that nursing could be erotic for a mother, however, this was over the top!
The clerk's cheeks were red with what I assumed was embarrassment, but I saw a twinkle in her eye and she smiled. She understood that Leroy, a black man, was my wife's lover. Almost reluctantly, she cleared her throat to break it up. She gave my wife a pleasant, all-knowing smile that said, "You naughty, naughty girl!" The clerk laid the clipboard at the foot of the bed and told my wife, "Have one of them sign and bring it to my workstation. Thanks!"
She smiled and winked at me as she walked out. I signed, and printed my name on the form, as Leroy and my wife looked on approvingly. I went across the hall and gave the signed document to the clerk, who had a friendly expression. I was struck by how young and beautiful she was. Her blonde hair perfectly framed her face and she had big blue eyes. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought she was my wife's twin sister. She took the clipboard, thanked me and I turned to leave. "James," she called out, "please come back. I need just one more signature. Sorry, I hope you don't mind if I call you James."
Returning to the counter, I assured her, "No, not at all."
She explained, "You need to sign again in my presence. Then, I'll notarize it and declare you as the father for the legal records. Also, you can call me Megan."
I signed, gave her the form and noticed that she was blushing. Assuming she was still in a risqué mood, I asked her a leading question, "Isn't it exciting when a new baby arrives?"
Megan squirmed in her chair as she replied, "Yes, especially for a beautiful, young, white woman like your wife." Her delicate hand grabbed the heavy notary stamp, and she roguishly smiled as she slammed the inked seal down. My balls winced as she theatrically ground it into the document to emboss it. I got a hard-on and pulled myself closer to the counter, hoping to hide the bulge in the front of my pants. Her giggle told me that she had probably already noticed. She gave me the same covert smile that she had given my wife. Without words she said, "You naughty, naughty hubby. You got your wife knocked up by a black man!"
She went to the copy machine and made me a print. As she walked back, my eyes landed on a noticeable wet spot on her chair. Her eyes followed my line of sight and she gasped. She knew I had also seen the dampness on the back of her skirt! Her face turned an even brighter red and her hands trembled.
Calming herself, she explained that the original would be registered with the County Recorder along with the birth certificate. Then, she put the copy into a manila envelope, licking it suggestively. She sealed it, leaned over and handed it to me.
Her white silk blouse allowed me a nice glimpse of her ample cleavage. Fortunately, it was nearly transparent and I could see her erect nipples straining to escape the thin bralette confining them. She smiled when she caught me ogling her breasts and said, "Yes, this is a nice silk blouse. I think it looks professional on me, don't you, James?"
I agreed, "They look great. Excuse me. I mean, it looks splendid, simply splendid!"
I was embarrassed at my verbal gaffe. Flirting with me, she brushed an imaginary speck of dust off her blouse, saying, "Glad you like my look. James, I'm proud of you for signing that paternity document. Not all husbands would have done that for their wives. She's lucky to have a husband like you and such a beautiful black baby!"
I smiled and turned to go to my wife's room. I thought, "Did I see Megan lick her lips when she said black baby?" Looking over my shoulder, she was busily trying to wipe the wet spot off her chair.
My wife was asleep in her hospital bed and Leroy was snoring in the overstuffed chair. Earlier, we'd flipped a coin to see who would stay with her tonight and he had won. It certainly wasn't the first night they had spent together!
I went to the cafeteria, grabbed some food and sat down. At the table next to me, I overheard two young nurses gossiping. The first one said, "You know what? Another white wife gave birth to a black baby tonight!"
"Awesome, that's exciting," replied the second nurse.
The first one added, "Yeah, Megan convinced the white husband to sign as the responsible father!"
The second nurse exclaimed, "That's Megan! She could get the Pope to sign off on a birth control prescription. How does she do it?"
The first one replied, "It's her boobs! She smiles her pearly white smile, flirts and jiggles her tits. The husbands will sign anything for her."
"You're right," the second one concurred, "with those melons, she always gets what she wants. Black babies seem to be all the rage right now."
The first nurse clarified, "Yeah, if a white wife is 19 to 25 years old, and extremely beautiful, there's a good chance she'll give birth to a black baby, even though her husband is white!"
The second one lamented, "If only we could be so lucky!" They giggled clandestinely.
I finished eating and headed to the exit, where I ran into Megan. She was leaving work and had ditched her gray pencil skirt for a black miniskirt. She had also removed her bralette and her silk blouse was open down to the third button. I smiled and remarked, "Hi, Megan, you look great in your off-duty outfit."
She grinned, "Hello, James. Looking great! Is that all that I get?" She pouted, "Don't tell me that you no longer think they look great!"
Megan was enjoying our banter and I saw her nipples grow erect. This time, I shamelessly ogled them and replied, "They look splendid, positively splendid!"
Smiling with approval, she said, "That's more like it. I'm glad you noticed I removed the bra."
I reaffirmed, "They look great, especially without the bralette."
"Since you appreciate them, you can be on a first-name basis. Just call them my ladies.
I smiled and said, "Nice to meet you, ladies."
I didn't know where this was going. So, I dialed it back, saying, "By the way, thanks for taking care of that paperwork for me."
"Happy to help," Megan replied sincerely, "and I'm glad you're starting a family. You're newlyweds, aren't you?"
"Yes, we've been married less than a year. I see from the rings that you're married too. Congratulations!"
She proudly showed me the photo on her phone and exclaimed, "This is my husband and me leaving the church after our wedding!"
It was the typical scene of a young white couple who were very much in love. I said, "What a beautiful couple you make and that's a great picture!"
She smiled and declared, "Isn't it wonderful to be newlyweds? Eric and I have only been married for six months."
I handed the phone back to her and she jiggled her breasts for me.
"Your ladies are certainly enjoying their freedom from that bra!" I exclaimed.
She sighed, "Yes, it is great to get that uncomfortable thing off after a day at work."
I replied, "As you can tell, being a newlywed has been very exciting for my wife."
Megan laughed, "Yes, it's obvious she has been very busy. Oh, that I could be so lucky!"
We were soon interrupted by a loud honk from a car that pulled up. She waved to the driver and said, "That's my ride and I gotta go. It was fun getting to know you and having you sign that Paternity Declaration. My goal is to get every white husband on the hook for his wife's black baby. They say my ladies and I are pretty good at getting signatures!"
I laughed and said, "Ladies or not, I was glad to sign!"
Megan lowered her voice, "Look, I know you get it. So we can talk openly about this taboo. Frankly, it's hot as hell that your wife got herself knocked up by a black cock!"
"Yeah, extremely hot."
Excitedly, Megan added, "Now, every time you go out in public as a family, it will be obvious to everyone that you didn't even impregnate your own wife!"
I replied, "It will be as obvious as black and white!"
She giggled, "Many white wives have a different black father for each baby. You seem like an open-minded husband, so you might think about that!"
I was flabbergasted. "They had a different black man for each baby? I can hardly believe that, really?"
"James, this is a hospital! It's the one place in town where there are no secrets. We see it all, especially in the delivery ward. If a white wife is a beauty queen, there's a very good chance that she's carrying a black man's baby. Even the cooks and janitors here at the hospital know that!"
"You're right." I agreed. "I just overheard two nurses gossiping about that in the cafeteria."
She replied, "James, year after year, it's the same white couples that show up to deliver black babies. Also, it's a different black man for each delivery!"
I exclaimed, "Wow! Those wives are really having some hot sex aren't they?"
She giggled, "Yeah, spend more time in the cafeteria and you'll hear even more juicy gossip. One last thing, please consider booking yourself an appointment in the Urology department. Most young white husbands are getting snipped!
Upon hearing that, I went on the offensive, "Megan, me under the blade? No way! Those other couples may do that but we're not like that. Sophia's fertilization, by a black man, was just a youthful dalliance and a one-off!"
Coaxingly, she said, "Don't k** yourself. I saw how excited you were when your wife was kissing Leroy. We all know lactating wives get excited when they nurse their babies. However, your wife was thrilled kissing him!"
I admitted, "That's what I thought about lactating mothers. Yes, she was ecstatic."
Megan laid her hand on my shoulder and assured me, "Trust me, I've seen dozens of husbands in denial like you. The sooner you accept who you really are, the better off you'll be. I saw you flinch when I slammed my notary stamp on the paternity document that inked your fate."
She continued, "You probably already know, at least subconsciously, that you don't want to father any of your wife's c***dren. Let me put it to you graphically so you remember."
She jiggled her breasts to get my attention and whispered lewdly, "You want your wife to spread her pearly white thighs for lots of black guys. You hope they will seed her with their big black cocks."
She continued, "You probably even want a big family, don't you?"
I conceded, "Sure, we want a big family. Also, my balls actually turned somersaults when you did your notary stamp trick!"
Megan confirmed, "See, you felt it, didn't you? You're not the first white husband who wanted a vasectomy, so his white wife would only deliver black babies. When you saw Sophia nursing her first black baby, your little balls wanted to go under the blade. You want to shoot blanks while more virile black men pump their potent sperm into your young wife's fertile womb!"
She advised, "Now, let's talk about household management. You'll need a good nanny to help you with the family because your wife will be dating frequently. Even though she won't let the same black man inseminate her twice, she'll still keep fucking them. Also, she'll enjoy dating lots of new black men. Let's say she'll have an active social calendar!"
I chuckled, "I'll get us a subscription to a good appointment app!"
Megan laughed, "Yes, Sophia will be fully booked and thoroughly fucked on every date!"
A deep, masculine voice shouted out from the waiting car. "Megan, get in. I'd like some private time with you before your husband comes home to watch!"
She laughed excitedly, "See, it's not just your wife. Well, I gotta go. Welcome to fatherhood, white boy!"
She jumped in, scooted across the seat of his classic 1960s-era Cadillac and unbuttoned her blouse. He put his arm over her shoulder. As they drove away, I saw his large, black hand close down on her creamy white breast. Her words ricocheted around in my head, "You want Sophia to spread her pearly white thighs for lots of black guys. You want her to be impregnated, time after time, by their big black cocks!"
I drove home, went inside and laid my briefcase on the kitchen counter. I opened the manila envelope and pulled out the paternity document. Megan's business card fluttered to the floor. I picked it up and was pleasantly surprised to see that she had written her cellphone number on the back of the card. I read her tiny handwriting, "James, have your wife call me for coffee. You're our role models. Love, Meg & Eric."
I sat on the couch, laid the document on the coffee table and unzipped my pants. I wanked off as Megan's words echoed in my head. I realized how fertile my wife was and my fantasies took me down that rabbit hole. I heard Megan's voice, "You want to have a vasectomy, so that Sophia will only give birth to black babies."
I remembered that my wife had been disappointed when she became pregnant the first time that I had shared her with another man. She hinted at wanting to spread her wings for a while before starting a family. Fortunately, Leroy was a great lover. He was intelligent, healthy and genuinely caring. So, she was delighted to have him sire her first born. I thought, "Megan is right. My wife wants to spread a lot more than just her wings!"
Megan had enjoyed steering our conversation toward her ladies and our sexual bantering. I was sure that at this precise moment, she was getting fucked by a black cock while Eric watched. Megan's heart would be throbbing from black-induced orgasms. Only six months into her marriage and she was ripe for fertilization!
Megan had predicted, "You'll enjoy shooting nothing but blanks while black men pump their prolific sperm into your horny young wife!"
I shot my load high in the air and several clumps landed on the photocopy of the paternity document. It was laser-printed, so I knew it wouldn't smudge. I left it there to dry overnight. Somehow, it seemed befitting to have a fatherhood document stained with my semen. It was the very semen that had not impregnated my wife!
I was going to frame it and hang it on the wall above our marital bed. My wife would giggle at that blatant contradiction. She would enjoy showing that document to Megan and her girlfriends at the baby shower.
THE END
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