TWINS

It was Nancy's first delivery and she was pregnant with
 twins. Like most first deliveries her labor was long
 and drawn out, almost fourteen hours. Both she and her
 husband, Jim, were exhausted when she was finally
 dilated enough to allow the births to take place.

 The nurses wheeled her into the delivery room and
 transferred her to the delivery table about 3 AM. She
 began pushing the first baby out as soon as her butt
 hit the table and it popped out into the obstetrician's
 hands two or three minutes later. It was a healthy baby
 and big for a twin, 6 lbs., 2 oz., with a high APGAR
 rating. It looked a lot like its parents. Nancy was a
 pretty blue-eyed blonde and Jim a tall, red-headed
 Irish-American with freckles.

 Nancy soon resumed pushing. Jim gave the first baby
 back to the nurse when Nancy began pushing and waited
 eagerly for the second. It emerged within a minute. It
 was a very different baby. Now, it was also healthy and
 big, 6 lbs, 5 oz and got just as high a APGAR score,
 but it didn't look much like either parent. It had
 kinky hair and was a dusky red color. It looked like a
 Black baby.
 
 Jim looked at it and then he looked at Nancy and slowly
 concluded that this baby was not his baby. He began
 backing away until he got to the wall and then he slid
 down it to the floor, collapsing in tears. Most new
 fathers stick around until their wives are settled in
 their rooms, but Jim left as soon as he recovered,
 without saying one word to his wife. 

 The delivery room nurses wheeled Nancy to her room as
 soon as they could, and the nursery took charge of the
 babies.

 Jim came back to the hospital the next afternoon. He
 looked like he was nursing a massive hangover. As soon
 as he arrived he said he wanted to talk privately to
 his wife's obstetrician, Dr. Wheeler.

 The doctor was in the hospital seeing patients and
 agreed to talk to him. They sat down in the doctors'
 lounge. Jim wanted to know how "it" had happened.

 Dr. Wheeler, who was a good-hearted man, said "it"
 could have happened in one of two ways. First, there
 could have been a second man, a Black man directly
 involved. The second possibility, however, was that
 both Jim and Nancy might have some Black ancestry which
 simply reemerged in this generation.

 Had Jim, he wanted to know, any Black forebears? Jim
 had to confess that his great-grand father, Patrick
 O'Neill, might have been. He didn't know whether
 Patrick actually had any Negro "blood," but everyone
 said he was Black Irish. Jim remembered seeing a photo
 of Patrick O'Neill and he did look rather dark. His
 mother, he said, claimed that other relatives on his
 father's side of the family had also been Black Irish.


 Dr. Wheeler said, "Then that's the most likely expla-
 nation, if Nancy has a trace of African ancestry too."
 Jim went off to see Nancy and the babies -- much
 relieved.

 The reconciliation was sweet. Jim told his wife what
 Dr. Wheeler had said and she said, "Well, I was really
 wondering about that too." She confessed that her
 grandmother had been rather dark and had kinky hair --
 a Black German.

 The now happier pair agreed not to rehash the situation
 and to accept Gerald and Michael as real brothers.
 "Jerry will probably grow out of it," Nancy said, "and
 look more like Michael when he's older."

 That was not to be. True, Jerry's face did have a dis-
 tinctly Caucasian look and Jim even claimed that Jerry
 had his nose and mouth. But, the boy's hair remained
 kinky and his skin was never lighter that a rather deep
 golden brown which turned even darker when he went to
 the beach or sunned himself. He was definitely a mixed
 baby.

 Jim had accepted him, however, and he was even his
 favorite. Jerry was very athletic like Jim and very
 unlike Michael, the book worm.

 Jim and Nancy had two more children, another boy and a
 girl, over the years. None of them looked much like
 Jerry. Jim never learned the truth about Jerry's
 parentage -- and probably would have rejected it as a
 lie and slander against his good wife, unless she her-
 self had told him and she never did. 

 Nancy did confess the truth to me in my professional
 capacity as a marriage counselor and sex therapist. I
 counseled Nancy to never tell Jim about her affair.
 Doing so--even thirty or forty years later--would have
 destroyed their marriage.

 How then could I publish Nancy's story for the world
 to read? I respect my patients' privacy, but I also
 think it important to publish the truth in unique and
 unusual cases, carefully concealing the identities of
 the people, places and exact circumstances involved to
 preserve their privacy. I have also waited a number of
 years. So this is what really happened:

 Jim had always been a thoughtless lover. The night that
 Michael was conceived he simply pulled out, as always,
 when he was finished without giving Nancy a climax, he
 rolled over and went to sleep.

 Nancy was quite naturally unhappy about this habit of
 his. When Jim left for work in the morning she tried
 masturbating as she often did after they had sex, but
 couldn't get aroused enough for it to do any good. She
 persisted -- without effect. 

 About 9 AM, the doorbell rang. She stopped rubbing her-
 self, put a robe over her pajama top and went to the
 door. It was a delivery man from Ansell Furniture with
 the armoire she and Jim had just bought. She showed him
 where to put it and went in the kitchen to make some
 coffee.

 There, she closed the door, slipped off the scratchy
 robe and tossed it on a chair. A minute or two later,
 the delivery man, a tall dark-skinned black man named
 Dustin, brought the armoire into the dining room, un-
 packed it and set it up. Done, he called for Nancy to
 approve it and sign the delivery slip.

 Nancy "forgot" to slip her robe back on and just went
 out into the dining room wearing nothing more than her
 pajama top and no panties. [She told me the Devil made
 her do it.] She could see that Dustin's eyes almost
 popped out of his head.

 At the time Nancy was twenty-two years old, with pretty
 blue eyes, long blonde hair and a fine figure. Her
 breasts were fairly small, but had big rosy pink nip-
 ples. Her pussy hair was thick and almost as light as
 the blonde hair on her head. Her ass was glorious to
 behold, so she said.

 And. . . she was horny.

 Dustin was good-looking, aroused by Nancy's appearance
 and. . . The subconscious does strange things. At any
 rate, Dustin seized the moment. He told Nancy she
 looked like a dream, embraced her and began showering
 her with kisses. Nancy later said she didn't know what
 had come over her, but she responded eagerly, unbutton-
 ing his shirt and unzipping his pants. Soon both of
 them were naked.

 Nancy seized his stiffening penis and used it to lead
 him off to her bedroom saying, "We can't do it here.
 Someone might look in through the window and see us."

 Dustin was quite hard by the time they got to the bed-
 room and quite eager to sample Nancy's body. He began
 by suckling her nipples and fingering her clit. Then
 he slipped his finger through her blonde bush and
 fingered her crack, now moist and getting wetter every
 second. Dustin's finger entered her and he marveled at
 how wet and hot it felt.

 As he savored her womanhood, Nancy was exploring
 Dustin's body and particularly his cock and balls with
 interest. She liked the feel of his cock, so soft and
 yet so hard. Nancy's sexual experience had, up until
 this moment been only with her husband, and the sight
 of another man's erect cock was fascinating to the
 young woman. It was not gigantic by any means, but it
 wasn't small either. Maybe seven and a half inches or
 so, and very black. His foreskin had fully retracted
 on the way to bedroom to expose the rich chocolate
 brown colored glans.

 As they lay on the bed Nancy eagerly rolled between the
 black man's legs and began licking his penis, taking
 its glans in her mouth and popping it back out again,
 delighting in the popping sound.

 Dustin had swung around and was using his lips and
 tongue on Nancy's crack. He sucked on her pussy hair,
 pleased that she had a thick patch and that it released
 a strangely erotic flavor as he sucked on it. He lapped
 at her crack, enjoying the slightly salty flavor of the
 clear juice her pussy was secreting, and not forgetting
 to lick her clit and its encasing mantle.

 Both Dustin and Nancy were thoroughly aroused. Nancy
 reached over to the nightstand and pulled the drawer
 open to get a condom. She was sure that Jim had some
 left even though they had been trying to make a baby
 for the last three months. There was not a single con-
 dom left. Dustin said he could pull out, but Nancy said
 she "felt" that she was most assuredly already pregnant. 

 Dustin went ahead with gusto. He pulled Nancy to the
 center of the mattress, took her legs and spread them
 wide and far back towards her shoulders and gave them
 over to Nancy to hold. Then he knelt between her legs
 and aimed his black penis at its target, Nancy's white
 cunt.

 He looked down to check his aim, looked up to see Nancy
 straining for a glimpse of the action. "I want to see
 it too," she said. Dustin pulled her butt up so she
 could have a better look, corrected his aim and applied
 it to the small, but moist and hot entrance to her
 vagina.

 He slipped it in without any great problem. No pain,
 only pleasure. Nancy climaxed immediately, thrashing
 around and almost throwing Dustin off of her. He hung
 on and waited for her climax to subside. Then he began
 stroking in and out, striving for maximum penetration
 and stimulation of her clitoris. Dustin was always
 careful to give pleasure to his partners, their plea-
 sure enhanced his own.

 Both of them could feel Dustin's cock "bottoming out."
 On the in-stroke, the head of his shaft would enter
 Nancy's cervix, striving to pass through into her
 uterus. Of course, this can't happen, but a lot of
 women find it quite pleasurable and Nancy was one of
 those women. Almost all men, whose penises are long
 enough, enjoy "bottoming out."

 As Dustin and Nancy fucked, Dustin felt his cock get-
 ting slicker and slipping in and out more and more
 easily. He looked down to see that Nancy's lubricating
 fluid was flowing in ample amounts now. It was clear
 and very slick, almost the same color as pre-cum. It
 made his dick glisten blackly, like highly polished,
 wet ebony wood Nancy's pussy.

 Nancy saw him looking down at their union and wanted
 to see it too. She stretched her neck down and got a
 good look. She moaned, "Oh, Shit! It's so beautiful!"
 Men are usually more susceptible to visual stimulation
 than women, but the sight struck the right nerve with
 Nancy. A second climax overcame her immediately.

 Dustin and Nancy had been fucking for nearly ten
 minutes and the end was fast approaching. Dustin's cock
 hardened even more, got a little longer and his balls
 tightened and sank in their sockets.

 Nancy had been using her hand to stroke Dustin's penis
 on the out-stroke and to caress his balls and she
 noticed this. "Give it to me," she said, "All of it!"

 Hearing this, Dustin stroked in one last time, "bottom-
 ing out" with his peehole squarely in Nancy's cervix,
 and held the position as he ejaculated. His semen burst
 forth in a great jet which "blew out" the mucus barrier
 to Nancy's uterus. His semen rushed in.

 Dustin's sperm swam across and entered her Fallopian
 tubes. One tube was a blind alley, but the other held
 two eggs, one freshly fertilized by Jim, the other
 still "available." It was Dustin's sperm that won the
 race to this egg. One of his tiny wiggling sperm
 entered it and made the baby which his mother and step-
 father had named Gerald ("Jerry").

 Unlike Jim, Dustin liked to cuddle after sex. Dustin
 and Nancy cuddled for a few minutes until he said he
 had to leave or get really behind on his deliveries.
 Nancy said she understood.

 Dustin wanted to know if he could see her again. Nancy
 was of two minds on this question, but only said, "Well
 maybe."

 Dustin called a few times after their encounter, but
 Nancy always turned him down. Her experience with
 Dustin persuaded her that Jim had to better satisfy her
 sexual needs. Messing around with Dustin would surely
 lead to marital difficulties and probably divorce.

 What kind of future would she have with a furniture
 delivery man? Compared with the life she already had
 with Jim, an up-and coming computer programmer already
 earning close to a six-figure income. Financially it
 made no sense to Nancy. She would do what she would try
 to save her marriage.

 She began by telling Jim his love-making skills, while
 very good, could become even better. She insisted that
 both of them get sex and marital counseling. "Jim," she
 said, "you don't really know how to treat a beautiful
 woman as well as you could."

 Nancy's diplomatic approach persuaded Jim that it
 wasn't a bad idea. Both of them came to me. Jim learned
 how to do it better. He also found Nancy a more willing
 and eager partner -- one ready for new experiences. Be-
 fore Dustin, for example, she had never had oral sex
 with a man either as active or passive partner.

 Afterwards, she loved having Jim lick her pussy and
 willingly did fellatio on him--something he had only
 dreamed about and never dared ask her to do. As for
 Nancy, I helped her deal with the issues created by
 her fling with Dustin. 

 Both partners were happier than before. In the last
 weeks before the babies were born, the only one with
 a major marital problem was Nancy. She worried about
 who was the baby's (babies') father.

 I warned her to be prepared for the worst and repeated
 my warning not to confess to having an affair. The
 first-born, Michael, had been a great relief for Nancy;
 the second, Jerry, a marital disaster that only the
 good Dr. Wheeler had averted. His explanation was
 totally impossible, but very improbable.

 It did give Jim a plausible reason for accepting the
 situation. The good sex and marriage life Jim had been
 enjoying with Nancy strongly inclined him to believe
 Wheeler's story. This particular marriage was saved by
 an extra-marital affair, nearly destroyed by an unwant-
 ed side-effect of the affair, and then saved by a
 kindly obstetrician.