MORE THAN I BARGAINED FOR

Almost from the moment we got married about two years 
ago, I was intrigued by the idea of sharing my wife 
with another man. Beth and I are in our mid-twenties 
and we've each had our share of sexual experiences, but 
I wasn't content with the prospect of a staid sex life. 
Not that I had any complaints about my wife, she is a 
gorgeous brunette, with great legs and large brown eyes 
that would weaken any man. 

Those eyes suggest youth and innocence, yet she is a 
real tigress in bed. I can attest to this from my own 
experience and from the stories she's told about her 
previous lovers. It was her stories, in fact, that made 
me think about her dating other men after we exchanged 
our wedding vows. I just found the image of her making 
love to some handsome stud to be an incredible turn-on.

For the first few months after our honeymoon, Beth 
expressed no interest at all in taking on a lover. I 
would get no response when I suggested a liaison with 
some man from her past or hinted that I was open to her 
seeing someone on the side. She thought I was kidding. 
Even when my persistence told her I was quite serious, 
she seemed reluctant to admit that our marriage could 
be enhanced by the added excitement such an encounter 
would bring.

As time went on, however, she began to open herself to 
my suggestions. She finally admitted that she might be 
interested in sleeping with one old male friend, a 
black guy named Mark who I knew slightly. I learned 
that they had gone to bed together a couple of times 
when they were both in graduate school. 

I was not surprised to learn she found him to be a 
terrific lover, because he is a robust physical 
specimen, taller and bulkier than I am. The fact that 
he was black only added to the deep excitement I felt 
at her admission. She confessed that, with my 
encouragement, she had allowed herself to think about 
fucking him again; indeed, she said she had often 
fantasized about it recently when we were making love. 
I told her that I was thrilled.

Convinced finally that this was what we both wanted, 
she agreed to set things in motion. She began to phone 
Mark, using any excuse at all. Soon she started to 
flirt over the phone, with me listening to her end of 
the conversation. She would talk about one of the times 
they had slept together and tell him it was still one 
of her most exquisite sexual experiences. From her 
blushing face -- was it embarrassment or excitement? 

I could tell he was recalling the same event in vivid 
detail. As soon as we were off the phone she 
practically ravaged me, making love for hours. I knew 
full well that I was the stand-in for the man she most 
desired at that instant. We were ready for the next 
step.

To make it clear to Mark that I approved of the way 
things were headed, Beth and I agreed that I would make 
the final arrangements for their reunion. So I 
"accidentally" bumped into Mark downtown the next day, 
greeted him like a long-lost chum, and suggested lunch. 
As soon as we sat down over a couple of beers, I got 
straight to the point. I told him that Beth and I 
wanted a more unconventional marriage. "Though I'm 
lucky to have her, that's not enough. I would like to 
see her expand her sexual horizons."

Mark laughed. "So you know about our phone calls?"

"Sure," I answered. "I've been right next to her during 
every one." I went on to explain that Beth had some 
unresolved sexual curiosity about him, and that I 
thought it would be good for all of us if she explored 
these feelings thoroughly.

"Will you be participating?" Mark asked, wondering what 
my angle was.

"That's up to the lady. She knows I'd like to watch, 
but she's a bit shy. We'll just have to let her set the 
pace."

Mark said that was fine, and we agreed that he'd be up 
to our apartment for dinner and "whatever" the next 
night at seven. I rushed to a phone to tell Beth. She 
seemed momentarily unnerved. "Do you really want this 
as much as I do?" she asked, her voice shaking. When I 
assured her that I wanted it even more, she giggled 
seductively and said Mark would get a dinner he would 
never forget.

The next day, a Saturday, seemed endless; my wife and I 
were both distracted. For the hour before Mark arrived, 
Beth fidgeted nervously around the apartment in her 
bathrobe. She must have checked her watch a dozen 
times. I noticed that she wasn't wearing her engagement 
ring and wedding band, and I gently insisted that she 
put them on. "You are a married woman, my love, and you 
are doing this as much for your husband as for 
yourself." But something still seemed to be troubling 
her, so I asked her to let it all out.

"I've decided that I don't want just to have sex with 
him," she finally said. "I don't want to use my 
diaphragm or Mark to use a condom."

It took a moment for what she was saying to sink in to 
my sexually-overcharged brain. I remembered she had had 
her period two weeks earlier. After a few moments I 
replied, "Let me see if I've got this straight. You're 
right in the middle of your cycle and probably 
ovulating, right?" She nodded. "So when you make love 
to him tonight, you could get pregnant."

"That's right. I want to. I want this to be the 
ultimate experience for all of us. And if a baby is the 
result, I want you and me to raise the child and love 
her as though she were both of ours."

I swallowed hard. Suddenly our game took on a whole new 
meaning, a much more serious one. Now Beth was in 
charge and setting her own terms. Any offspring of 
their union would have far darker skin that either Beth 
and I. The world would know I wasn't the father, that 
she had slept with a black man while married to me. It 
was more than I had bargained for, but I was too far 
into it to back off now. I felt my own cock stiffening 
the more I thought about Beth and Mark making a baby in 
front of my eyes.

"Ok, darling," I said after a long silence. "If that's 
what you want, I'm with you."

Mark arrived at the appointed hour with a gift-wrapped 
box that he said contained something special for Beth, 
a token of his affection, to be opened after dinner. I 
served cocktails as the two of them sat close together 
on the couch. Before long Mark's dark hand was stroking 
Beth's bare thigh; she turned crimson when she saw me 
staring, but she made no move to stop him. I busied 
myself as much as I could in our small kitchen, to let 
them get comfortable with each other. Their cautious 
touching, so much like college students on a first date 
-- went on through dinner. I found it exciting to 
behold.

When dinner ended Mark suggested Beth go into the 
bedroom to unwrap the package he had brought, while he 
and I waited. She opened the box and exclaimed, "Oh, 
my! It's beautiful." Out she came, holding up a skimpy 
black "baby doll" negligee, the material completely 
sheer. "I hope it fits," he said with a broad grin. 
"It's how I've always imagined you." 

Things were definitely heating up, but Beth hesitated 
for a moment. "Go ahead and try it on," I reassured 
her. She disappeared into the bedroom and called me in 
a few minutes later.

I was struck dumb by the sight of her, innocent yet 
utterly available. The baby doll hugged her curves, its 
thin straps leaving her smooth shoulders bare while the 
little chiffon skirt hardly covered her behind. Her 
taut pink nipples stood out through the black lace; 
moisture glistened on her pussy, plainly visible 
through the ultrathin fabric. 

"Do you think Mark will like it?" she whispered, her 
face flush with eagerness. My cock stiffened in my 
pants, and I stepped forward to embrace my wife. Our 
tongues met briefly, and just then I wanted her all to 
myself, wanted to lose myself inside her. But Beth drew 
back. She hesitated for a moment before speaking the 
thought on her mind, the words I had been so eager to 
hear.

"I really think I should be with Mark tonight, 
darling."

It was our moment of truth. I knew what I wanted. "Yes, 
I quite agree. Let me bring him in here."

I returned to the living room, where Mark waited with 
an expectant look on his face and an enormous bulge in 
his pants. "Beth loves what you brought her. Would you 
like to see it?" He did not have to be asked twice! I 
followed him into the bedroom. Beth stood before us in 
her lacy lingerie. With her dark brown hair framing her 
lovely face, her big brown eyes sparkled in 
anticipation. I noticed the light glinting off her 
delicate silver watch and her engagement and wedding 
rings. The beauty and eroticism of what was about to 
happen left us all speechless.

Beth seemed to have crossed some invisible sexual 
threshold at that instant, for she became suddenly 
bolder. She reached her hand out to Mark and drew him 
toward her. They embraced and she welcomed him with a 
long open-mouthed kiss, their tongues swirling 
together. I noticed how Mark's impressive bulk seemed 
to physically dominate my wife. 

His ebony hands roamed across her pale ass, pulling up 
the sheer skirt and leaving the milky-white round 
cheeks exposed to my view. He ran his hand up the front 
of her lingerie and probed her very sensitive breasts 
with his strong hands. Beth trembled under his knowing 
touch.

My lovely wife paused and turned to me, her face flush 
with excitement and her breathing rapid. "I think we 
need some privacy, my sweet. Would you mind leaving us 
alone now?" The disappointment registered on my face -- 
I had wanted to witness their passion. But Beth had no 
intention of excluding me; she had imagined her own 
tease, and she was directing the show. "Of course, you 
may leave the door open. You should be able to hear 
everything." Mark gave a wicked chuckle.

So I stood just outside the bedroom door. From that 
vantage point I could not only hear every murmur and 
groan but I could see the lower half of the bed. Mark's 
clothes came flying off into a pile beside the bed, and 
I took that as my cue to open my own trousers and begin 
stroking my stiff rod. Beth pulled Mark onto the sheets 
and I observed their legs entangle, the stark contrast 
of dark and light, as they petted and fondled each 
other.

They were rubbing together faster and harder now; Mark 
was humping up and down, grinding their crotches 
together. I knew my wife would be getting very hot and 
very wet. Mark reached for his pants and I heard the 
crinkling sound of a condom wrapper. "I don't want you 
to use that, honey. I want to feel you inside me." 

"Are you on the pill?" he asked. 

"No, no pill, no diaphragm, nothing." 

There was silence for a moment, then I saw Mark's legs 
atop my wife's. "That's fantastic," he said, as he 
resumed grinding against her snatch. I could not see 
it, but I imagined her cunt dripping with her arousal.

Beth cooed, "I bet it turns you on Mark, to know that a 
married woman wants you more than her own husband. 
Wants you to make a baby with her."

"Oh yes, baby," he replied. "But I'm not going to put 
it in right away."

"You're going to tease me like this?"

"That's right," Mark whispered.

Beth sighed. "Good. I like it when you tease me."

They went on this way for quite some time, talking to 
each other, describing in very graphic terms what they 
liked about each other's body. Beth began moaning, 
beyond control in a way I had never imagined. "Please," 
she cried softly, "please. I need you inside me."

Mark sensed his cue. "Are you ready?"

"Ummm, very," she breathed. And then she gasped and 
gave that little grunt of pleasure I know so well -- 
the sound she makes when I first slide my cock into her 
inflamed cunt, but this time drawn from her throat by 
another man's penis. I saw her legs, so white, lock 
behind his black thighs, as he began a slow thrusting 
motion. They're really doing it, I thought to myself, 
pulling more rapidly on my rock-hard cock.

Mark moved Beth's legs up onto his shoulders. I could 
see her round ass more clearly now as he plunged in and 
out in long, slow thrusts -- just the way my wife likes 
it. It thrilled me to see her hands as she reached 
around behind him to stroke his crack and fondle his 
balls. 

Her watchband left red scratches on his ass, a mark of 
intimacy which I find on my own backside after our 
lovemaking; her rings, symbol of our commitment to one 
another, sparkled against the dark flesh of his 
muscular rear and thighs.

Throughout their lovemaking, Beth kept up a stream of 
comments for my benefit. "Such a big, black 
cock...feels so nice inside me...I'm so close, I can't 
wait much longer." Mark's movements became more rapid. 
"Do you like fucking another man's wife? Making a baby 
with her?...More, yes, like that... Please suck my 
nipples... mmmm, harder!" 

She always cums that way, and this was no exception. I 
heard her moan loudly, saw her hands clutch Mark's ass 
and pull him tight against her cunt, and listened to 
the familiar long gasp of relief. This sent me over the 
edge as I pumped myself furiously, leaving a little 
pool of jism on the carpet.

After I recovered my wits and cleaned up the stains on 
the floor, I staggered to the living room couch and 
collapsed in exhaustion. Though I could no longer see 
the two lovers engaged in their intimate duet, the 
sounds of passion could be heard clearly. 

Mark's low grunt signaled his eruption inside my wife, 
the moment of truth, his sperm beginning their journey, 
perhaps to reach her waiting egg. I could almost feel 
her thrill of pleasure as she felt his jism, wishing it 
would make a baby. Soon I drifted off to sleep, though 
I was awakened any number of times by the pleasant 
noise of their ongoing performance.

When I stirred late the next morning, the apartment was 
quiet. For a moment I suspected Mark had slipped out. 
When I tiptoed into the bedroom, however, I found them 
asleep in bed, Beth on her side and Mark nestled behind 
her, their bodies as close as two people can be. 

I approached Beth quietly. She still wore the black 
baby doll, but one of her firm breasts had sprung free 
of the lace, and Mark had it cupped in his hand. The 
contrast of his dark fingers against her pale, smooth 
skin was striking. Beth sensed my presence, opened her 
eyes, and gave me an angelic smile. Her look of 
satisfaction and gratitude told me I had done the right 
thing.

I ushered her from the bed and into the living room, 
where she lay atop the couch. I tasted her pussy, 
matted with Mark's dry cum, and ate her to a long, 
gentle orgasm. But when I moved up to fuck her, she 
stopped me. "I don't want there to be any doubt about 
who the father is," she whispered. "Please wait until 
next month." 

So instead I rubbed myself against her firm, smooth 
thigh, and she stroked my cock with her hand until I 
shot my load on her fingers and the couch. At some 
point in our sex play Mark quietly left the apartment.

But that was not the last Beth saw of him that week. He 
returned every night for a repeat performance, and 
always without birth control. And, sure enough, she 
missed her period two weeks later. 

When she went for a pregnancy test, she found that her 
wish had been fulfilled. She is now six months along, 
her belly round and beautiful as another man's baby 
grows within her. She is ecstatic about how my idea 
turned out. As for me, I have never been happier.