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Baby
by Anonymous (1991)

***

A husband and father puts his wife and two daughters at 
risk when he runs up huge gambling debts to a loan 
shark, (MF, reluc, wife, intr, preg, prost, cuck, huml)

***

Mandy and I fell in love in the seventh grade. After 
dating through high school, we married before our 
freshman year in college, virgins eager to begin our 
lives together. We both worked and went to school, 
graduating in five years. I went to work for a big 
company in accounting and Mandy started teaching second 
grade. 

As we'd hoped, we were quickly blessed with two 
beautiful children, both girls, who we named Julienne 
and Jennifer. Our one major disagreement was number of 
children. She wanted five but I insisted we stop at two. 

Like all young marrieds, we worked hard, saved, played, 
loved our children and enjoyed what all Americans 
consider the good life. Julienne was fifteen and 
Jennifer almost fourteen, when Mandy and I went with 
friends to Las Vegas. It was an unbelievable trip. Not 
only did we have a wonderful time, but, I won $30,000 
gambling. 

I didn't know I had sowed the seeds of destruction of 
all I had in my life. Gambling is a terrible, 
uncontrollable addiction in some people. I was one of 
those. I began to gamble on everything I could find: 
football, basketball, horses, numbers. In six months, I 
had lost all of our savings... all of it... the kid's 
college funds... everything. 

Mandy knew nothing about it.

"Sam Johnson, you need to come over here today. Straight 
from work. Don't mess with me, boy!"

The sweat oozed from my face as I hung up the phone, his 
violent disconnection and horrifying voice ringing in my 
ears. I was $20,000 in debt to my bookmaker and not a 
dime to my name. They had been trying to collect it for 
a month. My time was up. I went to the bathroom and 
threw up.

I was shaking uncontrollably, my clothes soaked in 
sweat, as I entered the store front office. Leroy 
grabbed my arm and led me out the back door. He shoved 
me into a large van, the kind which has been modified 
where a person can stand. Someone picked me up like a 
child and jammed me on the floor of the van on my knees. 

I was looking up at one of the biggest men I had ever 
seen. 

"I'm David Winston White. Leroy works for me. I 
understand you are unable to pay your bills."

"Look, I..."

He moved so quickly, I never even tried to defend 
myself. He was like a cat leaping on its prey... a 
tiger... and, I was the lamb he was devouring. His 
massive left hand crushed the back of neck, lifting me 
several inches on the air, his fingers so long and 
strong they held my jaw shut, as his right hand grabbed 
my cock and balls. I felt him began to squeeze as I 
stared into the coldest, most evil black eyes in the 
world. I could only whimper, tears falling down my face, 
as the pain in my balls became almost unbearable. 

He dropped me as he released my crushed balls. I fell to 
the floor sobbing. 

"Listen! I need my money. Janet, stand! Look at her, 
Sam!"

For the first time, I saw a petite white woman in the 
corner. She was naked. As she stood I saw a gold chain 
attached to a gold ring dangling between her legs. She 
had massive breasts and a sad, shy smile on a face which 
looked sixty although I guessed, from the body, she was 
about thirty. 

"Tell him your story, Janet!"

"I-I... was a sales rep, but, I got addicted to 
gambling. I am paying off my debt by being Mr. White's 
whore."

"Come suck my cock, Janet!"

She scurried to him, quickly kneeling and fishing his 
cock from his trousers. It was massive, easily the 
biggest I had ever seen. But, then Mr. White was 
probably six six and two hundred fifty pounds of pure 
muscle. Janet greedily sucked the cock head into her 
mouth as she stroked the shaft. He put his hand on her 
head to guide her. 

"Watch, Sam! Watch the stupid white slut suck my cock! 
Tomorrow night I am coming to your house. I will leave 
with my money... or, I will leave with your wife and 
daughters who will do what Janet is doing until I have 
my money!"

"No. Please! Have mercy!" I whimpered.

"I have no mercy! Your wife and daughters will be my 
whores until they have earned back my money! Now, come 
here!! You need to learn what sucking my cock is like 
since you are forcing your wife and daughters to do it."

He shoved Janet aside and yanked me between his legs. He 
was so strong I felt like a child, unable to resist even 
if I had tried. I could barely get his huge cock in my 
mouth but he did not care about that. He jammed it in 
and out. When I put my hands up in protest, he whipped 
that cock across my face. 

Then he came, pulling out, coming on my face and hair, 
leaving me covered in his white sticky cum. 

He shoved me out of the way. I was too terrified to even 
wipe his dripping cum from my cheeks. Janet scurried 
between his legs again to clean his cock with her mouth, 
sucking and slurping, as I felt his cum drying on my 
face.

"Tomorrow night. Don't try to run or hide or call the 
police. It will only make me mad! Now, get out."

It was late when I got home. I had cleaned up at a 
service station, asking for the key as the attendant 
snickered at my cum covered face. I had stopped at a bar 
for a few drinks to build my courage. Mandy was asleep 
when I got home. I sneaked in the shower, then crawled 
into our bed beside her, wondering if she would ever be 
there next to me again. 

I could not sleep. My mind, my body, my soul was 
paralyzed by fear, fear of what I had done and what 
would happen to my family as a result. I left early for 
work, before she awakened, leaving her a note. That 
night, I got home for dinner about seven. She was at the 
kitchen table, grading papers. 

"Sam, are you alright? You have been acting funny 
lately? Is something wrong?"

"No. Everything is fine."

I heard the front door open. 

"Who is that, I wonder?" she said, as she disappeared 
into the living room.

"WHO..."

I wet myself, sitting in my own piss, paralyzed with 
fear. 

Mr. White walked into the room carrying my wife in his 
arms like a baby except her mouth was taped shut, her 
arms handcuffed behind her. She was frightened like I 
had never seen her before, shaking uncontrollably, her 
face ashen and sweating. His associate pointed a gun at 
me as Mr. White ordered me to sit. He put Mandy in the 
chair next to me. She was sobbing, making a sound like a 
dove which has been shot and is dying, the plaintiff, 
cooing sound of an innocent who is lost. 

"If you can be quiet, I will remove the gag," Mr. White 
said to Mandy. She nodded and he yanked the tape from 
her face. She said nothing, only sobbing quietly.

"Has you husband explained the problem, Mandy?" His 
voice sounded like a caring professional rather than a 
seasoned criminal.

She stared at me, her eyes questioning before she shook 
her head no. He started talking, telling her my whole 
gambling history. He even knew I had maxed out the 
credit cards and home equity loan for my addiction. 
Mandy said nothing, but, her eyes flitted back and forth 
between us. I could tell she could not believe what I 
had done, the loss, the danger it put her in. She was in 
shock from it. 

"What are you going to do to us, Mr. White?" she asked, 
the hysteria in her voice barely controlled.

"You and your daughters will come with me, Mandy. You 
will be my whores, fucking men for money until I have 
recovered what I am owed."

Mr. White looked as if he expected her to become 
hysterical. I certainly expected it. We both were 
surprised. It was as if someone was filling an empty bag 
with iron. She appeared bigger, sat more erect, a 
determined expression growing on her face. She held his 
cold, dead eyes with her own, never blinking or looking 
away. When she spoke, her voice was calm, sincere, 
confident... not threatening but not submissive.

"Mr. White, I understand your concern for your money. I 
hope you can understand mine for my family. You may do 
with me as you wish. I will be your whore and earn money 
to repay you. But, if you, or anyone else, touches my 
daughters, I will kill you."

Mr. White's mouth dropped open before it snapped shut 
like a steel trap. Mandy stood and walked to him, 
turning her back.

"Mr. White, please remove the handcuffs. You have 
nothing to fear from me... unless you harm my 
daughters."

I could tell by his expression he was stunned by her 
actions, but, in a funny way, it defused his anger and 
natural proclivity to harm. He removed the cuffs, spun 
her around and jammed her to her knees. A knife appeared 
in his hand, which he pressed to her throat. She never 
quivered or moved or shook or took her eyes from his. A 
tiny movement by either of them would pierce her throat 
with the knife point, but, they did not move. 

Somewhere in those long few minutes they stared at each 
other, some unspoken agreement was reached between them. 
He smiled at her as he put away the knife, a soft, 
gentle smile, like a man gives his lover.

"Mandy, will you please show me your house?"

"Certainly. Mr. White, may I call you by your first 
name."

"Call me by the nick name my family uses. Since I was 
the last borne, they call me 'Baby'."

Mandy showed him the house, giving him the full, in 
depth, tour as if she was showing our preacher around 
her homey treasures. She seemed happy and positive, 
telling him our history, pointing out pictures in the 
hall, where this thing occurred or that thing was 
acquired. She stopped in each girl's room, spending a 
long time talking about her beloved daughters. 

I could see by his expression, he was enchanted by her. 
When he took her hand in his, she squeezed his in 
return, giving him a warm and friendly smile. 

"Coffee?" she asked when we returned to the kitchen. 

"Thank you, Mandy. Yes. Please."

"Baby, you can understand why I am so protective of my 
girls, why I said what I did."

"Yes. I am surprised by you, Mandy. You are a very 
unusual woman. I know I would have to kill you before I 
touched either of your daughters or you would kill me. 
You really love children, don't you?"

"Yes. I love them deeply. But, I understand your 
position, too, Baby. That is the reason I personally 
will cooperate with you to the fullest, doing whatever 
you wish for me to do. I will make every effort to get 
your money back."

She handed him the coffee and guided us all to the den. 
She sat on the couch opposite him. No one spoke as the 
two of them worked through their own private thoughts, 
their eyes never leaving each other. 

"Mandy, can you still bear children?" 

Her body language become extremely intense as her eyes 
slammed into me before returning to him. 

"Yes. Why?"

The silence was killing me! I knew why! We all knew why! 
Mood, was she really considering it?

"I will forgive and forget everything, but... I want you 
to have my baby."

I could tell immediately she was going to agree. Mr. 
White, too, could tell. But, Mandy was not ready to say 
it, not verbally anyway. 

"Babies are a big responsibility. Babies need love and 
tenderness..."

He laughed. He threw back his giant head and laughed. 
She had a sheepish, crooked grin on her face, like a kid 
who had been caught stealing candy.

"What are you negotiating for, Mandy? Just tell me what 
you want! We both know you would love and care for a 
child more than any other woman would, no matter who the 
father was, no matter the circumstances of the birth." 

She walked to him, took his huge hands and put them on 
her waist. She took his giant face in her hands and 
gently held it to look at her. Again, there was a very 
long silence as they communicated non-verbally. It was a 
silence painful to me.

She leaned down very, very slowly to kiss him softly on 
the lips. 

"I would like having your child, Baby. I know you will 
be a good father and never hurt me or any of my 
children."

"Mandy, may I... I mean, is now..."

She kissed him again, stopping his bumbling words. She 
leaned into him, pushing him back into the couch, her 
body against his as she kissed him long and hard. 
Slowly, his arms folded around her in a lover's embrace. 
This giant without feelings, this criminal who hurt 
people for a living, was asking my wife if he could make 
love to her... if he could impregnate her now... put his 
black seed in her belly, to make it grow. And, she was 
rewarding him with a passionate kiss. 

"I am not on the pill, Baby. Would you like to start 
now?"

"I would like that very much," he replied with such 
softness and feeling in his voice even I was touched. 
She took his hand, leading him towards the bedroom, 
then, she stopped.

"Is it alright with you if Sam watches us?" 

What was that expression on her face as she looked back 
at me? Not hatred. Not happiness. I knew it made me feel 
small, as if that look expressed that I was making her 
fuck someone else and she was not happy with me for it. 

"Come on, Sam," Baby said, not even looking at me. He 
only had eyes for Mandy. 

 I followed them in to the master bedroom, the bedroom 
which had... to this point... been hers and mine 
exclusively. The associate shoved me in a chair and 
stood be me, his hand on my shoulder. Mandy looked over 
at us.

"Baby, Sam will not cause a problem. Would you 
please..."

"Certainly. Junior, leave us alone!"

Junior left without speaking. In a moment, I heard the 
TV start in the den.

Mandy began unbuttoning Baby's shirt. She never looked 
at me or acknowledged my existence as she stood back to 
admire his massive chest when he let the shirt fall to 
the floor. Her fingers slid across his torso lovingly, 
getting tangled in his chest hairs, as she kissed his 
nipples. She slipped to her knees to untie his shoes. 
Shoes and socks gone, she undid his belt, letting his 
trousers fall to the fall. She looked up at him with an 
evil grin as she yanked down his boxers.

"Ehhhh! Oh, my god, Baby. I can't take that!"

"Yes, you can. I would not hurt you..."

"I know you wouldn't, Baby, but, he would. I bet you 
don't get many complaints about being too small."

"None so far," he laughed. 

"What is his name?"

"What?"

"Your cock. What have you named him?"

"I have not named him. Would you like to do it?"

"Yes, but I need him in me first. I need to see how he 
operates so the name will fit. May I suck him?"

His huge, ham sized hand guided her mouth to his cock. 
Mandy had always enjoyed sucking cock although she would 
never initiate it. Now, she was valiantly working on the 
shiny black helmet head of a monster as big as her fist. 
Quickly, it was coated in her saliva, which hung in 
ropes of spittle as she moved back and forth on it. She 
was doing a yeoman's job but her jaws quickly became 
tired. Baby could tell and pulled his cock from her 
mouth.

"I am sorry, Baby. I will do better next time," she 
murmured when he lifted her as if she were a child to 
kiss her softly on the lips.

"Don't worry. You were wonderful, Mandy. Now, I want to 
fuck you. I want to feel your delicious pussy around my 
cock."

As he quickly undressed her, she never acted shy or 
embarrassed but stood proudly before him, displaying her 
body, letting his giant hands roam that lush territory 
which had been exclusively mine. 

"Sam, get the K-Y," he commanded. I did it, handing him 
the tube.

"No, don't give it to me. Lubricate my cock for your 
wife's pussy.

Kneel, stupid!" 

"Please, Baby, I don't want you to humiliate him. He is 
my husband."

"Sorry," he mumbled as she took the K-Y and began to 
lather his cock. It was probably the first apology he 
had ever given. When he was lubed to her satisfaction, 
she lay back on the bed. With a loving smile, she took 
his hand, guiding him between her legs. 

"Let me show you how to do it easiest," he said. Gently, 
he pulled her legs wide up, her knees outside her 
breasts. He brought her arms inside her legs, elbows 
inside knees to leverage them apart. He guided her hands 
to her pussy lips, which she held open for him as he put 
the head of his cock against her.

"Oh, Baby, you are so big," she whimpered as he slowly 
pressured to push his monster in her tight wetness.

There was no question he would fit. She was pouring her 
own juices down her leg, her pussy glistening like a 
flower after a rainstorm from her own wetness. He was 
lubed. He worked slowly, letting her get accustomed 
until he touched the head against her cervix.

She was moaning, squirming in obvious delight as being 
so full. Her ass and hips were in constant motion as her 
body struggled to accommodate the giant cock buried in 
her. When she finally relaxed, I could see the tension 
flow from her only to reappear again as desire.

"I am ready to be fucked now, Baby," she murmured in his 
ear.

Groaning, sweating, whimpering, squirming, quivering 
under the masterful, well controlled fucking from his 
monster cock, Mandy was orgasming as she never had with 
me. It was a very strange feeling seeing him fuck her, 
seeing him bring her joy and orgasms like nothing I had 
ever given her. I wondered if she would ever enjoy me 
again. I felt happiness for her at being so well pleased 
but I felt my own sorrow... my own deep and real 
sorrow... at having caused this mess and at being the 
second best man in my wife's bed. 

And, while I felt a deep loss, I must admit, seeing 
another man fuck my wife had been a wild and deeply 
buried fantasy of mine. I was hard just from watching 
because she was getting a royal fucking as I could have 
only fantasized about. 

He could see she was mentally and physically exhausted 
from the pounding she had taken over the past thirty-
five minutes so, he allowed himself to cum in her. She 
had loved every stroke, as he gave her the best fuck of 
her life. She held him tightly, arms and legs around 
him, spasming in one last, long orgasm, not letting him 
pull out, as she let his strong, black, seed ravish her 
body searching for her delicate white eggs. 

"Don't go," she whispered as he pulled out of her. He 
kissed her so very gently. 

"I will be back."

She giggled as her hand stroked his face. 

"Yes. Even such a stud needs to fuck more than once just 
to make sure the woman is pregnant. We may need to do 
this a lot; like every night until I am sure I am 
carrying your child." 

She kissed him hungrily then passed out from her ordeal. 
Her pussy was huge and bloated with white oozing down 
her ass cheek from the sperm her left in her. I wondered 
how many nights he would fuck her before she was 
carrying his child. 

**

"Listen to me, Sam."

We were in the kitchen. Mr. White, as I still called 
him, was dressed and ready to leave.

"You have the most wonderful woman I have ever met. You 
need to take better care of her and of her daughters 
(When were they no longer my daughters?). Here. (He 
handed me a business card.) That is my sister. She is a 
clinical psychologist who specializes in addictive 
behavior. I want you over there in the morning. You need 
to overcome this problem and start taking care of your 
family again."

"Yes, sir."

I locked the doors behind him. Mandy was asleep when I 
got in the bedroom. Without a word, I went to sleep. 
When I awakened in the morning, she was gone. I found 
her in the kitchen drinking coffee.

"We need to talk."

"Alright, Mandy."

"Baby will honor his commitment. He will forgive your 
debt and not hurt any of us. I will honor mine, Sam. I 
will have a big, healthy, happy black baby. I will raise 
that child with all the love and caring any child ever 
had. The question is: will you? Because if you won't 
love this child as your own, I want a divorce. I will 
not have a child hurt by you any more than I would by 
him."

"Mandy, I never want a divorce. I love you so much. 
Please..."

"That is not the question! Will you accept Baby's black 
child, the child I will bear, as your own and love it 
unconditionally?"

"Yes. I will. Please, Mandy..."

"You need to get help for your gambling, Sam. I insist 
on it."

I told her of Baby's sister. She got a funny little 
smile as she sat in my lap, her eyes studying me as just 
hours before she had studied him.

"Get the help, Sam. I do love you and I will spend the 
rest of my life with you. But, I could not stand another 
incident like this. The next man might be so easily 
seduced by me into letting my daughters go unharmed."

"You loved it, didn't you? You loved him fucking you?"

She kissed me hard.

"You will have to always wear a condom until I am 
carrying Baby's child. Sometimes, I will take care of 
you other ways, Sam. You stupid, stupid man. I do love 
you so, even after you did this to us."

She stood to leave.

"I asked you a question, Mandy."

She just looked at me. It was not hurtful look, not a 
loving look. It was... I don't know... I guess, it was a 
look of exasperation. 

"I heard you, Sam. I am not going to answer it. Don't 
ask it again." 

When Baby returned the next evening, I followed them 
into the bedroom. 

"No, Sam. I don't want you to watch me making love with 
Baby anymore. It is private, just between us. You go 
away until we are through."

It was a long time before I saw the two of them together 
again. Always, they made love in our bed. Sometimes, he 
left early; sometimes, he would stay until the wee 
hours. I could hear them talking between the sex acts 
those nights when they fucked more than once. But, when 
the sex was over he went home. I went immediately to my 
bed with my wife, feeling the heat and the wetness he 
left there. Once, when I stayed on the couch after he 
left, Mandy came to me.

"Sam, I am your wife. You need to be in our bed with me. 
Come." After I was lying beside her, she said, "Always 
come to bed as soon as he leaves, Sam. This is your 
place. You should be in it."

Most often after Baby left, she would cuddle against me, 
going to sleep in my arms, her breath sweet and soft on 
me. She would be too tired, too sore from the hard 
fucking he gave her, to want additional sex with me. I 
could smell his cum on her breath. And, I could feel it 
ooze out of her pussy on to my leg. His cum from my 
wife's pussy... on my leg, coming from her.

Sunday, our daughters returned from their weekend at the 
lake with friends. Mandy sat us all down in the den. She 
carefully and fully explained what was happening in our 
lives. 

"Mother, you mean a black man is impregnating you. We 
will have a black brother or sister. And, we cannot go 
to college. All because Dad gambled away all our money."

"Honey, it is a sickness. We all need to forgive him. I 
know that forgiveness will be hard to do, but, we must!"

It was a long family discussion, very heated and very 
unpleasant, which Mandy started to wind down after 
checking her watch.

"Baby will be here shortly. I want all of you to be very 
nice to him. He will visit a few minutes before I take 
him in the bedroom. He will be here to fuck me every 
night until I am sure I am pregnant."

Our daughters were stunned, cold, unspeaking when Baby 
arrived. But, he was warm, happy. The girls moped off to 
bed when Baby and Mandy went to the bedroom. That night 
Mandy was vocal, more vocal than I could have remember 
her being. Our daughters and I could hear her joy, hear 
her begging him to fuck her, her telling him how big his 
cock was, how much she was enjoying him fucking her. She 
was putting on a show to let us all know she loved it. 
We even heard Baby telling her to be quieter. 

How humiliating it was for me, having my daughters hear 
their mother tell another man he could fuck better than 
I could. But, that is what she wanted... my humiliation. 

The next three months were surrealistic as he arrived 
every night to fuck Mandy. Many times he joined us for 
dinner, sometimes even bringing Chinese or pizza as his 
contribution. He offered to take her out for dinner and 
dancing... for a date, he said laughingly. She always 
refused, restricting their time together to my house. 
Once, I started to leave before he arrived. Mandy 
stopped me.

"I am fucking him because of you, Sam. You need to be 
here while I do it." I always was.

No one ever made a scene. Interestingly, Julie and Jenny 
came to like him very much. He acted like a father to 
them, giving them lectures about the dangers of men and 
drugs, buying them clothes and jewelry. He was a 
positive influence, replacing that influence I lost when 
he appeared in our lives. Even I began to enjoy his 
presence. He was an interesting man in many ways, so 
different than any other friend I ever had. Friend. Huh! 
That is what he was becoming in some weird way. 

In three months, Mandy was pregnant. She made the 
announcement one evening at dinner as we all sat at our 
table, eating a prime rib she had lovingly prepared. 
Baby beamed with pride. The girls were actually excited 
about it, asking questions, giggling, talking. He was a 
part of our family now, like a rich, black uncle who 
came to dinner a lot. The girls felt no fear from him. 
He had never been anything but polite and kind to them. 
Mandy had never felt fear, or, if she had, she hid it so 
well neither Baby nor I recognized it. 

But, when Baby took Mandy's hand to lead her to bed, she 
stopped him.

"I need to be Sam's wife again for a while, Baby."

"Leave that sorry bastard! Come be with me! You and 
Julie and Jenny! Be my family!"

"No, Baby. That was not our deal. You are part of my 
family, but, Sam is my husband."

"Dammit, I love you!!"

She threw herself in his arms, wrapping her arms around 
his massive neck, holding on like a little white 
barnacle on a black battleship. 

"I love you to... in a very special way. But, I love Sam 
as well and I will not leave him."

"I will kill the bastard! I will do it!"

He reached his hand in his coat to pull out a gun. Mandy 
grabbed his hand.

"Put it away, Baby. Please. For me," she said very 
softly, her eyes holding and dominating this giant man. 
She led him from the table, talking to him as they went 
towards the door.

"Mother, maybe you should leave Dad for Baby. He seems 
to be the man in the family."

Baby spun. In an instant, he grabbed Julie under the 
arms and yanked her up, holding her in midair. She wet 
the floor as those cold, dead eyes of his made her 
squirm in his grasp.

"Julie, you have no idea how hard this is for all three 
of us! You have no concept of what we are going through! 
I just pray you are half the woman your mother is. She 
has two men desperately in love with her!"

He lowered her until her toes were on the floor, but, he 
still supported her weight. She squirmed trying to get 
down.

"Now, if you ever speak ill of him again, I will spank 
you until your lily white bottom is bright red. 
Apologize to your father!" He dropped her. She fell 
backwards, getting her balance. 

"Sorry, daddy," she whispered, but, her eyes never left 
him.

**

From that night forward, Baby would only come by once a 
week or so, usually bearing a gift for Mandy and the 
girls, having dinner, visiting. He would never fuck 
Mandy but she would warmly and happily kiss him goodbye 
at the door when he left. I knew she was talking to Baby 
regularly, keeping him informed of her condition.

In her sixth month, she had our parents... hers and 
mine... over for dinner. She explained she was having a 
black baby and how the circumstances came about. Of 
course, my relationship with both sets of parents 
changed, never to be the same. I expected nothing else.

When she was ready to deliver, she called Baby on the 
way to the hospital using the car phone he gave her. 
There were three of us in the delivery room where a big, 
healthy baby boy came into the world. He was adorable, 
the color of coffee with heavy cream. The girls, Mandy's 
parents and Baby's sister and her husband joined us in 
the waiting room. 

Mandy named the baby: David White Johnson. At first Baby 
objected to using my name, but, Mandy convinced him it 
was better for the child since it was I who would be 
raising him. Of course, Baby was so enamored with her, 
she could have convinced him to take poison.

Baby was invited over any time to see his baby. He 
became part of the family again, coming over five or six 
times a week, often to spend several hours. He brought 
toys and games, so many I was afraid we would have to 
add a bedroom just to hold them. Baby and his baby were 
an integral part of the family. If was as if Mandy had 
two husbands and we both came home to her at night. 

When David White Johnson was about six months old, Baby 
was on the floor playing with Davy, his giant black body 
occupying most of the open space area. The girls were 
with me on the couch. Mandy was in the easy chair. We 
were happily visiting as a family would until Mandy 
spoke.

"I want another child."

Tension crackled as we all snapped to attention at her 
comment. 

"Actually, I want two more. I want the next one to be 
yours, Baby. Sam, I want the last one to be yours."

"We discussed having more. We decided not..."

"You decided not! I always wanted five. Now, I want two 
more and I want them just like I said! If you do not 
want to father one, Baby will father both!!"

Baby again came to our house every night to fuck Mandy, 
to make her pregnant. She made no effort to conceal her 
joy at being fucked by him. She had missed his big, 
black cock in her and we all knew it. The first time, 
when she was getting pregnant with Davy, she had sent 
Baby home each night. This time, he often spent the 
night with her, not leaving until breakfast the next 
morning. My time with her, then, was almost eliminated. 
I had been supplanted as her spouse. 

Mandy tried to keep me satisfied during this time, but, 
it was clear to everyone my satisfaction was secondary 
to hers and to Baby's. Something else changed. After she 
became pregnant the first time, Mandy no longer had sex 
with Baby. This time she asked to see both of us in the 
bedroom. She sat in a chair, holding both of our hands 
as she spoke.

"Sam, you asked me a question one time I refused to 
answer. I would like to answer it now. Yes, I like 
having sex with Baby. I like his big, black cock in me. 
I like him fucking me. I like it a lot." She stopped, 
making sure I understood. 

"I like you fucking me, too, Sam. I like it a lot. You 
and baby are different. I feel differently towards you. 
And, I like both of you fucking me. From now on, I am 
going to have sex with both of you."

She stopped again, making sure we understood what she 
said, giving us non-verbal communications again.

"I will tell which of you I want in my bed at night. I 
expect you to come if called, no pun intended. I do not 
want any complaints out of either of you."

Baby started to laugh, throwing back his giant head, 
guffawing until tears were in his eyes. Mandy giggled, 
them she, too, broke out in open laughter. I was 
terribly hurt, but, I knew she really loved me, even if 
she loved Baby as much. She kissed me, lovingly, 
tenderly, reassuring me. She wanted me to know I was 
loved... very loved... by her, but so was Baby, and, she 
would fuck which of us she chose. 

I may have caused this problem but Mandy was enjoying 
its outcome. She was getting the five children she 
always wanted. And, she was having two men fuck her as 
much as she wanted. Most importantly, she knew both of 
those men loved her with all their heart. 

"Who do you want tonight?"

"For the first time in my life, I want two men in my 
bed."

So, there we stood like two school boys waiting for the 
principal, except we were naked and standing by her bed, 
watching as she gracefully and sexually undressed. Both 
Baby and I were getting hard just from watching her, 
seeing and thinking about this woman whose love we 
shared. She opened a bottle of petroleum jelly and 
lubricated her ass hole which I knew was virgin 
territory. She had a slutty smile as she lubricated my 
cock. 

"You boys think you can figure out how I want you?" she 
asked with a grin. 

Baby got on his back on the bed. She swung her leg 
across him, gently, slowly, guiding his cock deep inside 
her waiting pussy. She asked me to wait. I watched her 
face as she fucked herself on his black monster. After 
at least two orgasms, when the sheen of sweat covered 
her and her eyes were glazed with desire, she whispered, 
"Okay, Sam. Do me slowly back there."

I got behind her as she bent forward, putting her cheek 
against Baby's chest. I saw his black hands cover her 
ass, spreading her ass cheeks, readying my wife for me. 

"Oh, ohhhh, ohhhhhhh..." she moaned as I slipped into 
her, feeling his cock through her thin membranes, 
fucking her ass for the first time. It was tight, dry 
compared to her cunt, but, slick with lubricant. Baby 
and I went slowly, both of us intent of nothing except 
her pleasure. Strange, isn't it? This giant black man 
and I both only wanted her pleasure. I could see it in 
his eyes as he looked at me. And, he could see it in 
mine. 

It was the first, but, not the last, time the three of 
us were in bed together. Baby and I shared Mandy from 
that point onward, each of us coming to her at her 
direction. 

Baby maintained a separate place but, for all intents 
and purposes, he moved in with us. 

The second boy by Baby was named Henry Winston Johnson, 
after Baby's father (Henry) and grandfather (Winston, 
which was also Baby's middle name). He was born when 
Davy was seventeen months old. Samuel Arnold Johnson, 
Jr. was born twelve months after Hank. 

By that time, I was totally cured of my gambling. In 
fact, my career was blossoming from the changes in my 
life, and, financially, we were better off than we ever 
had been. Baby had paid for Julie and Jenny's college 
and established trust funds for all three boys. This 
freed up the money I paid for other things. We had moved 
into a larger home which I paid for. 

The new home was really designed for a wife, two 
husbands and five children, which is the way we lived. 
Baby had moved in after Mandy made her announcement 
about wanting more children and never moved out. Baby 
continued to be a part of my family right up until that 
day four years after Sammy's birth when Baby was shot to 
death in a crime related incident. 

During those four years, I had come to care for and 
admire Baby almost as much as Mandy had. And, Baby cared 
for me. Our common love of Mandy and her five children 
had made us brothers. I no longer felt humiliation or 
regret when he fucked her or when she curled in his lap 
to be held. She was a treasure I was sharing with a 
friend, a damn good friend. 

We all attended his funeral where Mandy gave one of the 
eulogies, telling his family and friends of his two boys 
she had delivered, telling of her love for him, a love 
that continued in his sons. His family stared at mine, 
at the wife man and wife with two older, beautiful white 
daughters, and three younger boys, two black and one 
white, all mourning this giant, black man.

It was a month before we mentioned him again, although 
we all thought of him every day.

"Do you miss him?"

She turned towards me on the bed. Staring into my eyes, 
she said:

"Yes. I miss him. I loved him, Sam. I loved him a lot. 
But, that never diminished my love for you. I did not 
love him like I loved you. He was a good man, a very 
good man to me and to my family. I am sad those boys 
will never really get to know him. I am sorry he is gone 
and sorry he will not get to see his children grow up. 
Every parent deserves that right, Sam."

She curled up in my arms and cried.

I know she loves me. She loves me more than I deserve. I 
know she loves all five children equally, which is with 
all her heart and mind and soul and might.

And, I know each Sunday she places fresh flowers on 
Baby's grave.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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