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In highschool my only distinction was to graduate second in my class. I definitely wasn't a jock and my social standing was toward the bottom of the class. The only dates I had, were with girls that no one else wanted to date. My college social life started out as a continuation of highschool until I met Emily. Outwardly she was similar to most of the girls I had dated, however, underneath the frumpy clothes and glasses, was a beauty. Upon attaining our bachelor's degrees, we got married and Emily started teaching while I continued studying for my masters in finance.

By the time I was twenty-seven, I had a job that paid enough that Emily could stop working and start making babies. Along the way I had learned to deal with Emily's peculiar sexual habits. Although Emily was arm and affectionate anything sexual embarrassed her. At first I was put off by her protests when I would make sexual advances toward her, however, I soon learned that those protests were meaningless. Despite her continued protests, her hard nipples and dripping wet pussy told me, that she wanted sex and delighted in me whispering lude comments in her ear while we were having sex. Within ten minutes of having a climax, no matter how intense, Emily gave the impression of being prudish and disinterested in anything sexual.

Having decided that it was time to impregnate Emily, I began taking notice of her periods and plotting when she would be fertile. All of this I did without saying anything to Emily. Then one evening the day after her period ended, I stepped behind her and slipped my hands inside her blouse and pushed her bra aside. Naturally Emily protested but didn't struggle. Her protests got louder when I slipped a hand inside her panties and teased her clit as I told her that I was going to knock her up. Emily continued protesting even though she was rocking her hips against my invading fingers.

Her protesting continued as I took Emily into our bedroom and began undressing her. Like always, I ignored these protests and proceeded with my gentle rape and like always, Emily's pussy was dripping when my cock head nudged into her velvety pussy. The protests quieted for a few minutes, then as our climaxes started to build, Emily began begging me to pull out as she was unprotected and would get pregnant if I ejaculated in her. Continuing to thrust into her delightful pussy, I nipped one of her nipples and told Emily to get used to the idea that she was going to be bred. She was quiet for a minute or two before looking at me with a strange gleam in her eyes and while raising her legs and resting her feet on my butt.

"Please sir. Don't knock me up." Emily said with a smile.

That was enough to trigger my climax and through gritted teeth, I said, "take this, bitch." as my sperm jetted into her pussy. She was too caught up in her climax to reply. Caught up in this lusty scene, I was ready to keep going so I grabbed Emily's legs and tilted her hips up and began using my cock to pack my sperm into her womb while I built up to a second climax. At this point, Emily closed her eyes and rocked her head as I made her grunt with each thrust.

Having two very satisfying climaxes, my cock quickly softened as I continued holding Emily's hips elevated. Smiling, I waited until she opened her eyes. Her eyes sparkled as she said. "Damn you, mister you've probably knocked me up."

Now, fully aware of the game she was playing, I grinned and told her that I was going to continue taking her until her belly swelled. Smiling, Emily begged me to let her go back to her husband. I hardened my tone and told her she couldn't return to her husband until it was very obvious that she had gotten knocked up. With a big grin she said. "Damn you."

We continued playing that game all through her pregnancy and Emily repeatedly asked when I was going to let her return to her husband. Once her belly was too large to deny her condition, I began telling her that she couldn't go until she had a baby to take to her husband. From this experience, I learned that Emily had harbored a fantasy of being raped that stemmed from an older boy groping her when she was young.

CHAPTER 2

After Jimmy was born Emily wanted to nurse him and she made me use rubbers when we had sex. I kept trying to convince her that as long as she was nursing she wouldn't get pregnant. (I didn't really believe it.) About six months after Jimmy was born, I tried to "rape" Emily and I rapidly learned what it was like when she really meant, NO! My consolation was that Emily allowed me freer access to her milk filled breasts and soon hooked me on breast milk.

Shortly after Jimmy's first birthday, I got a notice of my highschool reunion. Although Emily had reservations about going, I talked her into it. About half way through the evening, Jackson sat next to Emily and introduced himself. Now Jackson had never spoken to me all thought highschool, (he was a big foot ball star.) and now he was acting like a life long friend. Well maybe not to me, however, he was sure turning on the charm for Emily. To my surprise, Jackson was telling stories of his female conquests and that he had impregnated several white girls, one who was married. Although Emily had already had her limit of two drinks, (any more and she loses control) she twice asked me to get additional drinks as she hung on every word Jackson said.

Returning with first of those drinks, I was surprised to see that Emily wasn't at our table. Thinking that she had gone to the restroom, I looked around to see what others were doing when I saw Jackson's big black hand squeezing Emily's butt. Even more surprising was that Emily was pressing her body against Jackson. Stunned, I stood staring at them, not knowing what to do. As I stared, I saw Emily pull Jackson's head down as she said something in his ear. He laughed and moved his upper body away from Emily and looked down at her boobs. Moving with the music, they turned so Jackson's broad back hid Emily from me. Desperate to know what he was doing, I moved around the edge of the dance floor in time to see Jackson cup Emily's boob in his other hand. Holy shit! This guy was feeling up my wife and all I could do was stand there dumbly holding two drinks. As they continued to dance, I saw Jackson pull Emily's blouse and get a better look at her boobs. I knew that he was getting an eyeful because I had talked Emily into wearing a sexy bra that just barely contained the pads she wears over her leaky nipples. Was she letting him see her nipples? Had she told him that her boobs were full of milk? Why was I allowing this to continue? Telling myself that there was nothing I could physically because of Jackson size, I found myself drifting back to our table and sat dejectedly watching to see if there were further assaults on my wife's virtue.

When Emily and Jackson returned to the table, Emily was flushed and her nipples were pointing at me. Immediately, Emily began gushing about Jackson's dancing abilities and how glad she is that she met him. With visions of Jackson's hands pawing my wife dancing through my head, I struggled to contain my anger. I also was trying to understand why I didn't take Emily's hand and lead her, out of here. Could it be that deep down I wanted to see my wife seduced? Several minutes later Jackson excused himself to go to the restroom, presenting me with the prefect opportunity to escape before things got completely out of control. However, I found myself embracing Emily and telling her how glad I am that she is having a good time. Emily kissed me and told me that she loves me very much. I kissed her again and whispered in her ear that I better make sure the doors were locked so she didn't get raped tonight. Emily kissed me and whispered that no one ever comes to the back door and not to worry about it. Jackson was approaching so I just kissed her cheek and tried to be civil as my thoughts turned to giving Emily a swollen belly.

As soon as the band started playing a slow number, Jackson took Emily's hand and escorted her to the dance floor. In seconds he was boldly feeling up my wife. One hand was cupping her butt while the other snuck between them to play with her boobs. The whole time, Emily kept her crotch rubbing against Jackson. Occasionally, Jackson would say something in her ear. Sometimes Emily's response would be a grin and other times she would lean her upper body back, allowing Jackson freer access to her boobs. Several dances later I thought I saw Jackson reach into Emily's blouse and pull something out and slip it in his pocket. A minute later he did it again and this time I thought I saw him pull one of the pads Emily wears in her bra to catch leaking milk. This stunned me because I knew just how nervous Emily is that her milk will leak and people will see the wet spots. Several minutes later when Emily and Jackson returned to the table, Emily's nipples were very evident and Emily blushed when she saw me staring at her nipples. Although she blushed knowing that I knew what Jackson had done, Emily continued sitting comfortably next to Jackson without giving me any sign of distress. A small voice in my head told me to grab Emily and leave, I felt powerless to act.

Seeing that it was almost eleven and that Emily had drunk way more then I had ever seen her drink, I tried to signal Emily that it was time to leave. Although I was sure she understood my subtle message, Emily made no move to get up until Jackson took her hand and escorted her back to the dance floor. A lump formed in my stomach knowing Jackson had her under his spell.

Telling myself that it would over in and hour, I went to the restroom. On my way back my eyes sought out Emily. At first I couldn't see her then I saw Jackson's head about the crowd and I moved closer. At first it didn't look much different then any other couple on the dance floor then I saw Jackson slide his hand to Emily's boob. Her mouth opened in a gasp and her eyes closed as she tilted her head back. Looking closer, it looked like Jackson was milking her. This couldn't be happening I told myself, however, as they moved to with a few feet from where I was rooted to the floor, my suspicion was confirmed. Even more disturbing was the way Emily was grinding her crotch against Jackson. Nervously glancing around I was relieved to see that most of the others weren't noticing the spectacle.

Shrinking back into the crowd of milling people, I went to the bar and got a drink. After downing half the drink in one gulp I asked myself how I was going to get out of this.

I was still cowering in a dimly lit corner when Emily and Jackson returned to out table. Before sitting, Emily grabbed her shawl and draped it over her boobs. Just as I was about to join them, I caught a glimpse of Jackson's arm resting on Emily's thigh. Approaching from behind, I watched intently and it looked like that although the table cloth hid most of what was going on, Emily's dress was bunched up in her lap. Slipping back into the anonymity of milling people, I moved around to see what Emily's expression was.

As I circled around to approach, I noticed Emily was now using her hands to support her head as she leaned forward. Since they were facing the wall and no one was close by, their actions were unnoticed by all except me. Now I could see that Jackson's hand was no longer in Emily's lap, instead his fingers were teasing Emily's nipple as she was turned slightly toward him. Clearly, Emily was willfully submitting to Jackson's advances. In a rush of determination, I strode up to Emily and said it was getting late and it was time to leave. Emily calmly looked up at me with a smile and said. "I told Jackson that he has had too much to drink and that he could come home with us."

>From where I was standing, I could see down her dress and see reddish splotches on her boobs and the large wet spots in her dress. Knowing that Emily was right in the Jackson had too many drinks to safely drive, I suppressed my frustration and resentment toward Jackson's intrusion and offered my hand to Emily. As she stood, her shawl barely concealed the wet spots highlighting her boobs. As we approached the exit, I was dismayed to see several people I knew standing around. Hurriedly, I looked for another means of escape, however, it was too late. Rick, an old highschool friend saw me. After several minutes of chatter, I promised to get in touch with him and eased Emily out the door with Jackson in tow.

To my dismay, Emily got in the back seat with Jackson. When would this nightmare end, I asked myself as I started the car. As we left the parking lot, I told the security guard that Jackson was too drunk to drive and would be back for his car in the morning. He smiled and said that was a good idea and wished me a good night. We hadn't gone a mile before I glanced in the mirror while passing under a street light and saw Jackson kiss Emily as he milked her nipple. Why I didn't stop and throw him out of the car is still a mystery, however, I continued driving. Not ten minutes later I glanced at them and was stunned to see Emily's dress disheveled, one boob was exposed and Jackson's hand was in Emily's crotch. Emily's head was back and her eyes were closed as faint whimpers escaped her lips. Dear mother of God!. This nigger was finger fucking my wife in my car. Why in hell wasn't I putting a stop to this?

Driving in my driveway, I was glad I could drive around back of the house and none of the neighbors would see how slutty my wife was acting. Before I shut off the engine I heard Emily scrambling to straighten her clothes, however, when I opened her car door it was very evident what had been going on.

Inside, Emily headed for the bedroom as she told me to take care of the babysitter and start some coffee. Anxious to hide what had been going on, I hurriedly paid the baby sitter and breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn't seen Jackson. However, my relief was short lived. Entering the kitchen, I was surprised to see that Jackson wasn't there. Telling myself that he had just gone to the bathroom, I started making coffee.

With the coffee brewing, I turned to see the bathroom door open and no one there. A huge leaden lump formed in my stomach as I nervously started toward my bedroom, fearing the worst. The scene I saw in Jimmy's room wasn't as bad as I had feared, Jackson still had his clothes on, however, his hands were inside Emily's bathrobe as she bent over checking on Jimmy. Instead of rushing in and telling Jackson to leave, I stepped back and peered in waiting to see what was next.
Jackson started to speak but Emily touched her finger to his lips and pushed him out of the room, closing the door behind herself. Meanwhile, I ducked into the bathroom next to Jimmy's room and sat on the toilet while intently listening to Emily and Jackson. At first I didn't hear anything then as I began to think they had gone to the kitchen, I heard a moan followed by a soft giggle. After the giggle, I heard Emily tell Jackson to be good and that she wanted a cup of coffee. I waited a minute or two and flushed the toilet before heading to the kitchen.

Approaching the kitchen, I heard Emily giggle then she softly said. "Boy! You, sure do like playing with those things. Hold your cup up and I'll put some milk in your coffee."
I didn't need to see to know what was going on. Instead of entering the kitchen, I went to our bedroom and took of my suit jacket and tie. After neatly hanging up my jacket, I forced myself toward the kitchen.

"Oh that feels so good. My boobs make so much milk they have to be drained every four hours or they'll burst." Emily's statement was followed by a soft moan.

Peeking in I saw Emily's pale boob pressed against Jackson's black lips, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked milk from Emily's boob. Did I make some noise to warm them I was coming or just walk in? Amazingly, I calmly entered the kitchen and was pouring my coffee before Emily realized my presence and hurriedly pulled away from Jackson. Boldly Jackson smiled and said he was just helping to ease Emily's discomfort. Blushing profusely, Emily nervously covered her boobs and took a gulp of her coffee. Not hearing anything from me, Jackson proceeded to tell me how lucky I am to have such a sexy wife and to thank me for bringing him into our house. I thought about saying. "If that is the case, stop fucking around with my wife and respect the sanctity of my home and my marriage." However, I looked at my nervously fidgeting wife and made a lame comment that I can't remember.

What I said to Jackson obviously didn't deter Jackson's intentions toward my wife because he turned to Emily and telling her how sexy she is and that she has a very sexy body. I wouldn't have thought Emily could blush any more, however, she got redder as she stared into her coffee, coffee that matched to color of Jackson's skin. Ignoring me, Jackson rose and pushed open Emily's robe while complimenting Emily's beauty, specifically how inviting her neatly trimmed pussy is and how he likes women with large labia. If that wasn't graphic enough, he reached out and pulled Emily closer by slipping his hand in her robe and cupping her butt. Glancing at me, Emily didn't protest even when Jackson sucked her nipple in his mouth. Still I stood dumbly watching, watching as this man, an almost stranger invaded my home and was poised to invade my wife. Taking my silence as acquiescence, Jackson reached between Emily's legs and fondled her dangling pussy lips, lips that she felt were unattractive. With his other hand he pushed the bathroom off Emily's shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. A minute later Jackson released her nipple and rose while praising every part of Emily's body and telling her how sexy she is. Emily stopped glancing at me and focused on every word and touch Jackson gave her. When he pulled her into his arms and kissed her, Emily melted in his arms, I was no longer relevant.

Moving past me, Jackson had his arm around Emily's waist while guiding her toward our bedroom. Standing numbly, I watched every movement of Emily's sexy butt as she let Jackson guide her to debauchery. After they disappeared from sight, I poured myself another cup of coffee even though I had hardly touched the first cup. Suddenly, I remembered Emily's response to my comment about intruders and how prophetic that whole exchange was. All evening, I had permitted Jackson to take advantage of me. All evening, Emily had allowed Jackson to take advantage or her and now she was going to allow Jackson to invade her innermost recesses. For an instant, I gave thought to getting the old shotgun in my den and evicting Jackson. After reminding myself that there weren't any shells and that if I did, there was a greater danger to me then Jackson because I didn't know how to use the gun. The sound of a faint moan drew me toward the bedroom.

Jackson was on his hands and knees between Emily's wide spread legs, sucking on her pussy as his massive cock pointed toward her pussy. In a zombie like trance, I moved into the room and flopped into the easy chair. Emily's eyes were closed and she was babbling how much she liked what he was doing. Minutes later, Emily was in the throws of a strong climax. Before her climax ended, Jackson moved up and drove his cock into my wife. Emily's eyes flew open as she gasped for air. Finally recovering enough to speak, Emily said. "Oh my God. You're so fucking big. It feels like it is in my throat."

Grinning, Jackson pushed his hips against Emily's, forcing the last bit in her and forcing her to gasp again. After holding himself firmly embedded in Emily for several minutes, Jackson pulled back. Instantly Emily's hand grabbed Jackson butt and begged him not to leave. Jackson laughed deeply and said. "Baby, I ain't leaving until your belly if full of my black sperm."

Feebly, Emily said. "Please don't. I'm not protected and you'll probably get me pregnant."

Jamming his cock back into Emily, Jackson grinned and told her, that was the idea. Then for the first time since I entered the bedroom, Emily looked around for me. Holding out her hand to me, Emily said. "Bruce! He's going to knock me up."

Several smart-ass comments entered my thoughts, however, I went to the bedside and took her hand in mine as I asked if she wanted me to get her husband. A faint smile came to her lips and Emily said. "I'm all right but I don't know if he would get upset."

Leaning close, I kissed her and whispered. "I think he many have gone on a trip and many not be back for months."

Squeezing my hand, Emily softly asked. "Will you stay with me until he comes home? I do need someone to look out for me while he is gone."

Glancing at Jackson, I could see that he was confused by our exchange, however, not confused enough to stop fucking Emily. Turning my head to look at Jackson, I said. "It's OK. She's a bit nervous about taking your cock. Just don't be too rough with her."

Jackson was quiet for a minute as he continued thrusting his large black cock into Emily's tightly stretched pale pussy lips. Several times it looked like he was going to say something then he asked how he would know if he was getting too rough. Looking into Emily's eyes, I said. "If she asks me to see if her husband is around, you are about to cross the line. If she begs for me to get him now, stop whatever you are doing, her husband can be very protective."

Jackson gave me a strange look and appeared to be thinking. Several minutes passed before Jackson asked if her husband would be upset if he saw some hickeys or minor bruises. Glancing at Emily to judge her reaction, I saw her slowly close her eyes as she gave my hand a quick squeeze. Turning back to Jackson, I said. "As long as it doesn't show when she is dressed or interfere with nursing Jimmy, I think it will be all right."

With a grin and a sparkle in his eyes' Jackson increased the intensity of his thrusts. Each of Jackson's thrusts made Emily grunt as if she was being punched. Not hard punches but hard enough to drive the air from her lungs. All the while, Emily held my hand.

I know Jackson climaxed twice that night, however, I lost count of Emily's numerous climaxes. In the morning, I fixed coffee for Jackson and myself while Emily nursed Jimmy. After Jackson and I finished our coffee and donuts I suggested taking him to his car. Driving back to Jackson's car, Jackson apologized for barging into my life and he was surprised that I wasn't mad at him. I chuckled and told him that I had no one to be mad at other then myself, and that I could have stopped this before it got started. This prompted a general discussion about life and peoples likes and dislikes. As I stopped next to Jackson's car, I shut the engine off and asked if he liked having sex with Emily. Jackson gave me a curious look before asking if I didn't wish he had never touched Emily. Nervously staring at my fidgeting fingers, I told him that numerous times last night I had questioned why I hadn't stepped in and taken Emily away. Then looking directly at Jackson, I said!
. "I don't understand why I let you seduce my wife. I don't know why she didn't ask me to stop you. Several times, I asked if she wanted me to stop you. Our code to stop sex play is for her to ask for her husband."

Jackson thought for a minute and comment that he was a bit puzzled by the several references we had made about Emily's husband. I went on to explain that or sexual activities had a split personalty, Emily's husband was strictly plain straight sex and I was the kinkier side. Pausing for a moment, I added that or code for unlocking or locking the rear door signified as to whether Emily was in the mood for kinky sex. Shaking his head in amazement, Jackson said he wished he could find a wife like mine. I chuckled and told him that I didn't know whether her was married or not. Jackson's shoulders sagged and he told me that he was married but she ran off with a hot shot lawyer. We chuckled about the irony of the situation then I asked if he would like to come back and really breed Emily. Jackson's eyes probed into my soul and the silence became deafening. Finally, Jackson asked if I really wanted him to knock up my wife. Without hesitation, I said. "Intimately it is up to Emily. Although there is a possibility you got her last night, she does have morning after pills. If you want to come back, just park behind the house and come in the back door without knocking. If is locked, leave."

Thoughtfully, Jackson asked if the locked door meant never come back. I fished a business card from my wallet and told me to call if that happened. Reaching for the door handle, Jackson said he needed to go home and think about it. As he unlocked his car, I rolled the window down and asked if he would stop by and check my locks later. Jackson smiled and said he would think about it after a hot shower and a change of clothes. Seconds later, we went our separate ways.

CHAPTER 3

Emily was puttering around in the kitchen when I returned and Jimmy was playing in his crib. After picking Jimmy up and playing with him for several minutes I kissed Emily and asked if she had a good time last night. She smiled and thanked me for everything. Smiling, my mind raced as I looked for the right words to ask if she wanted to see Jackson again. Finally I said. "On the way home, I heard that there is a rapist lurking in our neighborhood. Do you think I should lock the back door?"

With a look of concern, Emily asked if I was worried. With a shrug, I told her that it was just a rumor and that I could call her husband if things got out of hand. A sparkled in Emily's eyes as she asked if I thought in might be the same guy we saw last night. to which I replied. "Do you mean the big black man?"

"Yes. Do you think he would hurt me or just fuck me if he got in?"

Playing along with the game, I said. "He might get a bit rough, however, most rapists yes want to get their rocks off."

"Oh. Well I hate having to lock and unlock that door every time I need something in the garage."
Smelling that Jimmy had messed his diaper, I volunteered to change it and promised to protect Jimmy if a rapist did break in. Emily flashed me a big smile and said. "I know. You do a wonderful job of looking out for us when my husband is out of town."

At one o'clock, I was beginning to think Jackson wasn't going to come when I heard a car pull in the driveway. Picking Jimmy up, I went in the kitchen and told Emily I was going to put Jimmy down for his nap. Damn! She looked so sexy wearing nothing but a thin bathrobe that hide just enough to tease the imagination. Emily glanced out the window at Jackson's car as she kissed Jimmy and suggested that I make sure Jimmy was asleep before leaving him.

Jackson was approaching the door as I left the kitchen. Moments later the sound of the back door opening and closing sent a tingle to my balls. Although I wanted to turn around and watch Jackson and Emily, I knew that I had to take care of Jimmy first. To my great relief, Jimmy was tired and went to sleep moments after I put him in his crib. Stopping at the door, I turned and watched Jimmy for a minute before easing out into the hall. No sooner had I closed Jimmy's door then I heard a faint moan coming from the kitchen. Forcing myself to walk slowly, I stopped before entering the kitchen and peeked around the door frame. Jackson was standing behind Emily, milking her while whispering in her ear. Emily stood there passively with her head resting on Jackson's shoulder, moaning every time he squeezed her nipples. As I had learned, Jackson discovered that the way to light Emily's fire is through playing with her nipples.

Jackson whispered something to Emily that made her say. "Please don't do that. How will I explain that to my husband?" Jackson chuckled and said. "Then don't let him see you naked."

"But, but, he's my husband, how can I hide my boobs and pussy from him? He'll know something is wrong."

Jackson kissed her and assured her that everything would be fine. The whole time this conversation was going on, Jackson was milking Emily and letting her milk squirt on the floor. Kissing her again, Jackson said. "It's time to feed your pussy." With that, Jackson guided Emily to our bedroom by her nipples.

Not wanting to disturb them, I stopped to check on Jimmy, before continuing into the bedroom. Walking in the bedroom I was greeted by the sight of Jackson was sucking on Emily's boob, his well-muscled black skin, a stark contrast to Emily's pale skin. As I watched, I marveled at Jackson's skill in seducing Emily. For her part, Emily had totally surrendered herself to Jackson. As for me, I too was seduced by Jackson, I was excited by the idea that Jackson was going to breed my wife.

Pulling a chair close to the bed, I silently watched as Jackson let Emily's nipple slip from his mouth. An instant later Jackson pressed his black lips to Emily's milky white breast, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked her flesh into his mouth. At first I wasn't sure what he was doing then I saw him bare his teeth as he pulled on her boob with his teeth. Emily gasped and her eyes sprung open, wildly looking around.

"Oh dear God. What are you doing to me? What will I tell my husband?"

Jackson glanced at me and when I gave him a nod, he let go of her boob and planted his lips an inch or two away. From my vantage point, I could see the teeth marks in her flesh, however, the skin wasn't broken. Satisfied that the situation was under control, I leaned close to Emily's head and softly told her that it was pointless to fight the rapist and that it she submitted to his demands it would be better for her. The expression of terror faded as Emily looked at me and grabbed my hand, saying. "But it hurts. What if my husband sees the bruises?"

"Do you want me to call your husband and tell him a rapist broke in?"

Squeezing my hand, Emily said. "No by the time he got home it would be too late and it would just upset him."

"Should I try to talk the rapist into being gentler with you?"

"No. I'll do as you said and let him have his way with me."

I kissed her lips and assured her that everything would be fine. Jackson watched me as he tugged on her boob, causing Emily to moan and squirm. When I didn't try to stop him, Jackson continued giving Emily's boob love bites. Then I noticed Jackson pointing at Emily's crotch. When I looked to see what, Jackson wanted me to see, I saw copious amounts of girl juice drooling out of Emily's pussy. Despite her protests, Emily was getting off on Jackson's treatment.

By the time Jackson had worked his way down to Emily's pussy she was so hot she would have killed me if I interfered. That was a good thing because I too was caught up in the lusty situation. I began wondering why Jackson's wife had left him if he was this good in bed. Then in a moment of false pride, I told myself that it was because Emily inspired him.

Minutes later Jackson got to his hands and knees over Emily, his impressive uncut cock looking like a piece of well-oiled ebony. Sensing that Jackson was getting ready to stuff that cock in her pussy, Emily looked down at Jackson and begged him to pull out so she wouldn't get pregnant. Grinning, Jackson moved up until his cock was nestled between Emily's labia. Although Emily babbled a feeble protest, her hips gave away her true feelings as she raised up to drive Jackson's cock head in her pussy. Three strokes later, Jackson grabbed her legs and raised them onto his shoulders as he began pounding his cock into Emily.

Within a few minutes, Emily began as series of mini climaxes. In between climaxes, she would beg Jackson not to cum in her. Each time Jackson would grin and drive his cock so hard in her, it knocked the air out of Emily's lungs. Several minutes later, Emily looked into my eyes and said. "He's not going to pull out, is he?"

"No. I think he aims to pumping sperm into you until you are pregnant, pregnant with a black baby."

"Do you think my husband will accept this baby as well as the one the other rapist pumped into me?"

Crawling onto the bed next to her, I kissed Emily and assured her that he would understand. Lifting her head to look at her bruised boobs, Emily said. "I guess they'll look even worse when he leaves."
"If they hurt too much, I could call your husband."

"No. It is too late, I'll take your advice and let him do what he wants."

A moment later, Jackson thrust hard into Emily and grunted. A split second later, Emily quivered with her own climax. As their climaxes waned, Jackson held Emily's legs on his shoulders, keeping her hips elevated and concentrating all the sperm in her pussy at the opening of her womb. Emily's eyes fluttered open and she looked at me as she said. "I guess you'll have to tell my husband, he has another long assignment out of town."

Jackson eased his cock out of Emily's pussy while asking me to put a pillow under Emily's butt. Satisfied with Emily's position, Jackson told her not to move for a half hour. He then asked me to join him in the kitchen.

In the kitchen, I asked Jackson if he wanted something to drink then I asked him what was on his mind. As I opened two cokes, Jackson asked if I wanted to do more then watch. Unsure of what he had on his mind, I asked Jackson what he had in mind. He thanked me for allowing him to play with my wife then suggested that it would be fun if I took a more active role. Having caught my interest, we talked about double teaming Emily and possiblity me taking Emily's anal virginity. When I commented that in the past, Emily nixed the idea of touching her asshole, Jackson said that if someone was playing with her nipples, Emily would do anything. I laughed and said he was probably correct. Further conversation was interrupted by Jimmy waking from his nap and crying for Emily.

As Jimmy began nursing, Emily asked if her rapist was still here. Glancing to the open bedroom door, I said. "He said something about making sure you are bred and he is enjoying playing with you."

"How long is he going to stay?" Emily asked as she absentmindedly stroked Jimmy's head.

"He said he was thinking of staying another day or more. He is also making me help him." I said.

"Oh!" Emily said as she looked at me in mild surprise. "Are you going to cooperate?"

"I don't have any choice. He is mush bigger and stronger then me."

With love and caring in her expression and voice, Emily suggested that I go along with anything he wants me to do. I kissed her and reminded her that at the very least, I could call her husband if things got dangerous. Holding out her free hand, Emily pulled me to her and after a passionate kiss she assured me that she could handle it. Then looking at my neglected cock suggested that I let her suck on it the next time she is raped. With a chuckle, I said that my job was to take care of her for her husband. She smiled and told that she needed to take care of me too.

For several minutes, Emily and I quietly watched Jimmy nurse then I asked if it made her feel sexy to have her nipples sucked on and played with. She faintly smiled and said. "You should know by now that I lose control and anyone can do whatever they want."

"Does this bother you? Do you become upset with things done to you while you are out of control?"

"I'm all right as long as they don't hit me or hurt my family. Don't worry about the bruises, I think that my husband has a secret fetish for them."

"He might as long as they doing show when you are wearing a bathing suit."

Emily laughed and said. "It'll be a while before I can fit into a sexy bathing suit again."

"Didn't you tell me that you like having a baby in your tummy?" I asked before kissing Jimmy.

Emily stoked my head and whispered. "Don't tell my husband but I like being raped. Especially when the rapist knocks me up. I hope this one likes to rape pregnant women like my last rapist."

"If he doesn't, I'll do my best to take care you in your husband's absence."

Emily thought for a minute then added. "I kind of wish my husband was more into kinky sex, however, it might upset him to know that his conservative wife was a slut in disguise."

I nipped at her free nipple and suggested that we leave things as they are because everyone was happy with the present situation. Emily kissed me and asked me to put Jimmy in his crib before her rapist returned.

In the hall, I met Jackson on his way back to Emily. I said that she was expecting him and that we could do most anything as long as we played with her boobs. He chucked softly and said he was looking forward to double teaming Emily.

With Jimmy happily playing in his crib, I looked in on Emily and Jackson. Emily was moaning and mildly protesting the vigor of Jackson's titty sucking, however, Emily's fingers cupping his head, told a different story. With Jimmy being awake, I didn't feel comfortable getting heavily involved with Jackson and Emily so I would watch Jackson's skillful seduction and breeding technics for several minutes then return to Jimmy. Each time I went in to watch them, I would let Emily know I was there and keeping an eye on Jimmy. The third or fourth time I went in to see Emily, Jackson had her on her hands and knees. Upon seeing me, Jackson told Emily to suck me off. Emily protested until Jackson grabbed her nipples and pinched them. The way Emily passionately sucked on my cock, assured me that this was all part of the game.

Later when Emily was changing Jimmy's diaper, Jackson pressed his cock against her ass while teasing her nipples. Again Emily protested and again Jackson ignored her protests as he whispered in her ear. From the comments Emily made, I was sure that Jackson was telling her what he was going to do to her later. Although Jackson didn't attempt to mount Emily the rest of the afternoon and early evening, he took every opportunity to fondle Emily. I also took advantage of the fact that Jackson wouldn't let her wear anything other then a short robe that was open in front. From the sparkle in Emily's eyes I could tell that she was having the time of her life. At one point, I commented about how bruised her boobs were becoming and asked if I should call her husband. Emily's voice turned steely as she told me that she would cut my balls off if I did.

CHAPTER 4

About eight-thirty, Jimmy went to sleep. Making sure that the baby monitor was on, I went to find Emily and Jackson. I found them in the bedroom. At first I wasn't sure what Jackson was doing to Emily, however, as I got closer, I saw that he was pushing KY jelly up her ass with one hand and teasing her nipple with the other. As I expected, Emily was protesting and wiggling without making a real attempt to get away or stop Jackson. With a quick glance at me Jackson asked if I wanted to be on the top or bottom. Without further thought, I chose bottom. A moment later I was on my back and Emily was sucking my cock as Jackson fingered her asshole. As soon as I was hard, Jackson commanded Emily to straddle my cock and guide it to her asshole. Emily's protests were so convincing I almost stopped things from going further, however, after a few pinches of her boobs, Jackson persuaded Emily to position herself over my cock and facing him. Real tears ran down Emily's cheeks as she slowly impaled herself on my cock. By the time she was sitting on me her body shook with real sobs. Unfazed, Jackson had her lay on me, presenting her well-used pussy to his big black cock.

Having my cock stuffed in Emily's butt felt strange but nice, however, things got really weird when I felt Jackson's cock enter Emily's pussy. Separated only by two thing membranes, it felt like Jackson's cock was rubbing against mine as he began thrusting in and out. Emily's protests were overridden by her moans and babbling. Less then ten minutes later, the three of us were in various states of intense climaxes. Climaxes, that rendered us unable to move for minutes. When Jackson pulled out I held onto Emily as we rolled on to our sides. To my delight, Emily guided one of my hands to her boob while pressing her butt against my softening cock. We remained like that as we drifted off to sleep.

Little over an hour later, I awoke to the urging of a full bladder and reluctantly got up. After relieving myself and washing my cock, I checked on Jackson and found him sipping a beer while watching a ball game. Flashing me a grin, he asked how I liked that. Answering with my own grin, I said, I it wasn't something I wanted to do every time, however, it sure was fun. He then suggested that I go back to Emily for a little while as he held up his beer.

Emily was in the bathroom when I returned. Upon seeing me, Emily said she felt sticky and asked me to wash her back. For the next fifteen minutes, Emily lovingly caressed and kissed each other. At her insistence, Emily had me inspect her asshole and pussy to make sure everything was all right. After reporting that other then being a little red and swollen, everything looked fine I inspected her boobs. When I commented about one bruise being fairly bad, Emily stared at that bruise and said. "He likes doing that. I'm sure there will be more before he gets tired of me."

I started to ask if she wanted Jackson to go easier on her boobs, however, there was something about her voice that suggested she wanted Jackson to continue being rough, continue being her rapist. I scolded myself for worrying too much and focused on drying every inch of Emily's sexy body.

Emily were snuggling quietly when Jackson returned and announced that it was time to give Emily another sperm injection. Emily feebly protested, asking if he hadn't already done enough. Shaking his almost stiff cock, Jackson told Emily that he had to make sure she was bred. Eyeing Jackson's impressive cock, Emily softly begged to be left alone. Ignoring her protests, Jackson rolled Emily over and pulled her to her hands and knees. Without a wasted motion, Jackson slid his cock into Emily's now familiar pussy. A soft moan escaped Emily's lips as she pushed back to welcome Jackson's black invader. Jackson spanked Emily's butt and told Emily that her pussy was made for being bred by his big black cock. She responded by emitting a soft moan and meeting Jackson's thrusts.

Having established a rhythm, Jackson smiled at me and suggested that Emily suck my cock while I play with her boobs. Eagerly, positioning my cock in front of Emily's mouth, I grabbed her boobs and began milking her like a cow. An instant later, Emily was making love to my cock.

CHAPTER 5

Sunday afternoon Jackson was watching a ball game while Emily Jimmy and I were relaxing on our bed. Easing from the bed, I went in the bathroom and got Emily's "morning after pills." Holding the pill bottle in my hand and pretending to read the label, I said. "It says that pills must be taken no more then 72 hours from initial sexual contact. I guess that means you'll have to make a decision no later then tomorrow morning."

Looking at me with a relaxed smile, Emily asked if Jackson was going to leave tonight. Grinning, I told Emily that he knows about the pills and planned to keep breeding her until it was too late.
"Then I guess it is up to you whether you have him come home tonight or go on a business trip." Emily said as she played with Jimmy.

"He might get up if he came home tonight and saw the bruises on you boobs. If it all right with you, I'll send him on a short trip until we know if your rapist is successful."
"That might be a good idea, I wouldn't want to upset my husband." Emily said as she traced a bruise with her finger tip.

After dinner, while Emily was getting Jimmy ready for bed, I told Jackson that Emily was going to let nature take its course. He grinned and said. "At the risk of overstaying my welcome, would you mind if I stayed another day. It would be fun to see how far I could push things before she says, "enough."

"As long as you don't break the skin and stop when she says too, be my guest."
For the next twenty four hours, Jackson and I kept Emily in a high state of sexual stimulation. By the time Jackson left, Emily's pussy was so swollen and tender, she couldn't walk or wipe her pussy. Her boobs and inner thighs were covered with hickeys, however, Emily had a smile an undertaker couldn't erase.

Jackson was successful. For the next nine months we left the back door unlocked and Emily's rapist returned frequently. After Annie was born, I suggested that Emily's first rapist was back in town and that hearing about her tan baby he insisted on getting to Emily first. Emily said she was all right with that, however, she did wonder if I would lock the back door before her dark rapist paid her another visit. Smiling, I reminded her, of how sore she was after he left and if she wanted to go through that again. Emily cupped a milk-swollen boob and said that her milk production had actually increased since then.

After Kevin and Tanya were born, Emily had her tubes tied, however, that didn't deter her two rapists from visiting every time her husband went out of town.