BABY

Mandy and I started dating in the seventh grade. She's 
the only woman I've dated and I've always thought I was 
the luckiest man alive to have her. Why she picked me, 
I'll never know. 

I'm an average man at five eight and one hundred forty 
pounds. Mandy's small, only five feet tall and one 
hundred five pounds. I'm average in appearance, too, but 
her appearance is far above average. She's beautiful with 
a delightful feminine figure. 

When we married before our freshman year in college, we 
were virgins eager to begin our lives together. Our first 
sex was on our wedding night. My hands trembled as I 
unrolled a condom while Mandy smiled sweetly up at me 
from our wedding bed. 

"Don't use it, Sammy. Please," she whispered.

"You might get pregnant."

She wrapped her hand around my unprotected cock and 
pulled me toward her.

"I want to be pregnant. You know that."

"But we're just starting out."

"Let's start by letting nature take its course. Make love 
to me where I can feel you, not a condom, Sammy."

From that first night or maybe the night after, Julie was 
created. She was born nine months to the day after we 
wed. Our second child was another girl, who we named 
Jenny. She was born when we were juniors. 

We struggled through college as we both worked and went 
to school. I graduated on schedule and went to work for a 
big company as an accountant. A year later, Mandy 
graduated and started teaching second grade. 

Neither Mandy nor I are leaders. We're both content being 
followers, which reflects our passive personalities. Our 
peaceful life style reflects that, too. We worked hard, 
saved, played, loved our children, and enjoyed what 
Americans call the good life. 

Ours was a placid marriage. The one major disagreement 
was the number of children. She wanted five, but I 
insisted we stop at two, which is one of the few times I 
stood up to her. Mandy was never happy with that 
decision. It was the only bitter point between us. 

In marriages like ours, money's an issue because it's in 
short supply, but Mandy wasn't a woman who longed after 
wealth. She wanted more children. I was the one who 
longed for a more financially successful life. 

Julie was fifteen and Jenny almost fourteen when Mandy 
and I went with friends to Las Vegas. 

We had a wonderful time, and I won $30,000 gambling. 

I thought I'd found a way to ease the money problems and 
give us a better life. I didn't know I'd sown the seeds 
of our destruction. 

Gambling's a terrible, uncontrollable addiction in some 
people. I was one of those. I gambled on everything I 
could find: football, basketball, horses, numbers. After 
we returned from Vegas, I won a little, but then the 
losses came in waves. I increased the amount I gambled 
because I knew my luck would change. And it did change - 
for the worse. In six months, I lost our savings, the 
kids' college funds, everything. And I lost even more as 
my bookie gave me credit. 

Mandy knew nothing about it.

"Sam Johnson, get your ass over here straight from work! 
Don't mess with me, boy!" the horrifying voice on the 
phone said. 

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

I shook uncontrollably and my clothes were soaked in 
sweat as I entered the store front office. The bookie 
grabbed my arm, dragged me out the back door, and shoved 
me into a large van, which had been modified to allow a 
person to stand. Someone picked me up like a child and 
jammed me on the floor of the van on my knees. 

I looked up at one of the biggest men I'd ever seen. 

"I'm David Winston White. Leroy works for me. I 
understand you won't pay your bills."

"Look, I . . . "

He moved quickly, like a tiger leaping on its prey and I 
was the lamb he was devouring. His massive left hand 
crushed the back of my neck and lifted me several inches 
in the air. His fingers were so long and strong they held 
my jaw shut. And 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 whimpered, 
and tears fell down my face. The pain in my balls was 
unbearable. 

He dropped me. I fell to the floor sobbing. 

"I want my money now."

"I don't have it."

"But you have a way to earn it."

"How? Tell me how?"

"You have a wife and daughters, don't you?"

"No," I gasped. 

"Janet, stand! Look at her, Sam!" he commanded. 

A petite white woman stood in the corner of the van. She 
was naked. She had massive breasts and a sad, frightened 
face that looked sixty although her body looked much 
younger. 

"Tell him your story, Janet!"

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

"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 it was proportionate to the 
rest of him. Mr. White was probably six six and two 
hundred fifty pounds. Janet sucked the cock head, but his 
hand on the back of her head forced it into her mouth. 

"Watch, Sam! Watch the stupid white slut suck my cock. 
Tomorrow night I'm coming to your house. I'll leave with 
my money or I'll leave with your wife and daughters. 
They'll do what Janet's doing until I have my money!"

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

"I've no mercy for you, boy. Your wife and daughters'll 
be my whores until they earn back my money. Now, come 
here! You need to learn what sucking my cock's like since 
you're forcing your wife and daughters to do it."

He shoved Janet aside and yanked me between his legs. I 
felt like a child, unable to resist even if I had tried. 
His huge cock barely fit in my mouth. He didn't care 
about that. He jammed it in and out. When I put my hands 
up in protest, he whipped his cock across my face like a 
hard slap. When he came, he pulled out to cover my face 
in his sticky goo. 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'll only make me mad! Now get out."

It was late when I got home. I'd cleaned up at a service 
station, then stopped at a bar for liquid courage. Mandy 
was asleep when I got home. I sneaked in the shower 
before I crawled in our bed, wondering if she'd ever be 
there next to me again. 

I couldn't sleep. My mind, body, and soul were paralyzed 
by fear: fear of what I'd done, fear of what would happen 
to my family as a result. I left early for work the next 
morning before Mandy awakened. That night, I got home for 
dinner about seven. She was at the kitchen table, grading 
papers. 

"Sam, are you all right? You've been acting funny lately. 
Is something wrong?"

"No. Everything's fine."

I heard the front door open. 

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

"WHO . . . " I heard her say. 

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

Mr. White walked into the room carrying my wife in his 
arms like a baby, except her mouth was taped shut and her 
arms handcuffed behind her. She was frightened like I'd 
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 and cuffed my hands behind 
me. 

He put Mandy in the chair next to me. She was sobbing, 
making a sound like a dying dove. 

"If you can be quiet, I'll remove the gag," Mr. White 
said to Mandy. 

She nodded and he yanked the tape from her face. She said 
nothing.

"My name is Mr. White. Has your husband explained your 
problem?" 

She stared at me with questioning eyes before she shook 
her head no. He told her my whole gambling history. He 
knew I'd maxed out the credit cards and home equity loan 
for my addiction. Mandy said nothing. Her eyes flitted 
back and forth between us. I could tell she couldn't 
believe what I'd done, and the loss and 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'll come with me, Mandy. You'll be 
my whores, fucking men for money until I've recovered 
what I'm owed."

Mr. White looked as if he expected her to become 
hysterical. I certainly expected it. We both were 
surprised. 

As if someone filled an empty bag with iron, Mandy 
appeared bigger and sat more erect. A determined 
expression grew 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 and confident, not 
threatening, but not submissive.

"Mr. White, I'm a lot of things. I'm Sam's wife and a 
teacher and a woman. I'll be your whore, too, the best 
one'll you have and I'll earn all your money back for 
you. I promise. But you must understand me, most 
importantly I'm a mother." 

Mandy stopped and for seconds they stared at each other. 

"Do you understand? I'm a mother . . . and if you or 
anyone else touches my daughters, I'll kill you."

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

"Please remove the handcuffs. You've nothing to fear from 
me unless you harm my daughters."

He was stunned and her actions defused his natural 
proclivity to harm. He gave a sharp, hard laugh, removed 
the cuffs, spun her around, and jammed her to her knees 
between his legs. 

A knife appeared in his hand and he pressed it to her 
throat. A tiny movement by either of them would pierce 
her throat with the knife point. She never quivered or 
moved or took her eyes from his.

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

"Mandy, please show me your house," he said with sincere 
politeness.

"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 born, they call me Baby."

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

I could see that she enchanted him. 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. 

"Yes, thank you, Mandy," Baby answered.

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

"You're an unusual woman, Mandy. I know you honestly 
meant it when you said you'd become a whore for me, and 
when you said you'd kill me. You really love your 
children, don't you?"

"Yes. I love them deeply, but I understand your position, 
too, Baby. That's why I'll cooperate with you to the 
fullest, doing whatever you wish for me to do. I'll 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 became 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! 
My God, was she really considering it?

"I'll forget Sam's debt if you'll have my child."

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

"Why would you want that?"

"I want children. Finding a woman to bear one is easy. 
Finding a woman I can trust to love and nurture them is 
difficult in my world, Mandy." 

"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, like a kid who'd been 
caught stealing candy.

"What do you want, Mandy? Just tell me. We both know 
you'd love and care for a child more than 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 long 
silence as they communicated nonverbally. That silence 
was painful for me. She leaned down slowly to kiss him 
softly on the lips. 

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

She pushed him back into the couch with her body as she 
kissed him long and hard. Slowly his arms folded around 
her in a lover's embrace. 

This giant, this criminal who hurt people for a living, 
asked my wife if he could impregnate her, putting his 
black seed in her belly to make it grow with child. She 
rewarded him with a passionate kiss. 

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

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

"Is it all right 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 because that look expressed that I was making her 
fuck someone else and she resented it greatly. 

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

I followed them into the master bedroom, the bedroom that 
had been hers and mine exclusively. Baby's henchman 
shoved me in a chair and stood by me, his hand on my 
shoulder. Mandy looked at us.

"Baby, Sam won't cause a problem. Would you please ask 
your friend to leave?"

"Here, Junior," Baby said handing him a revolver. "Why 
don't you watch TV?"

"Sure, boss," the man replied. In a moment, I heard the 
TV start in the den.

Baby took off his coat and sat on the edge of the bed. 
Mandy kissed him again before she began unbuttoning his 
shirt. She didn't look at me as she slipped the shirt off 
his massive shoulders. Her fingers slid across his torso 
lovingly before she sucked his nipples. She slipped to 
her knees to untie his shoes. 

"Stand up so I can take off your trousers," she said to 
him. 

She undid his belt and dropped his trousers to the floor. 
She looked up at him with a sensual grin as she yanked 
down his boxers. That giant black cock that only last 
night spilled his seed on me jumped into her face.

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

"Yes, you can. I wouldn't hurt you."

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

"None so far," he laughed. 

Mandy turned to look at me. Her small fingers daintily 
held his hard cock near her face. 

"Have you ever seen a cock this big?" she asked. 

I didn't respond.

"Answer me," she snapped.

"No, I haven't."

"What would you estimate, Sam? Is it twice as big as 
yours? Three times? Or more?"

"I don't know," I mumbled as I stared at my wife unable 
to tear my eyes away from her. I'd never seen the anger 
and, yes, hatred in her that I saw at that moment.

"They say that once a woman's had a big cock like this 
one that she can't even feel a tiny little thing like you 
have, and that your little boy's cock won't ever bring 
her pleasure. Do you think that's true, Sam?"

"I don't know," I whispered as I trembled in abject 
humiliation.

"We're going to find out, aren't we?" she said, her voice 
dripping with insincere sweetness. 

She turned back toward him as her hand lovingly caressed 
his shaft. She kissed the opening. 

"What's his name?" she asked Baby.

"What?"

"Your cock. I thought all men named their cocks."

"I haven't named him. Would you like to do it?"

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

His huge, ham sized hand guided her mouth to his cock. 
Mandy always enjoyed sucking cock although she'd never 
initiate it. Now she valiantly worked 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 tired. Baby could tell 
and pulled his cock from her mouth. 

"I'm sorry, Baby. I'll do better next time," she 
murmured. He lifted her as if she were a child to kiss 
her softly on the lips.

"Don't worry. You were wonderful, Mandy. 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. She stood proudly before him, displaying her 
body, letting his giant hands roam the lush territory 
that'd been exclusively mine. 

"Do you have any K-Y?" he asked. "I don't want to hurt 
you." 

"I won't need it. I'm dripping wet for you, Baby," she 
replied sultrily. 

She lay back. When he crawled between her legs, the bed 
groaned with his weight. 

"Let me show you the easy way," he said. 

Gently, he pulled her legs up with her knees outside her 
breasts. He brought her elbows inside her 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, I've never had a cock this big," she whimpered 
as he slowly pressured to push his monster in her tight 
wetness. 

There was no question he would fit. Her juices poured 
down her leg, her pussy glistened from her own wetness. 
He worked slowly, letting her become accustomed to him 
until his cock head rested against her cervix.

She was moaning, squirming in obvious delight at 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, the tension flowed from 
her only to reappear as desire.

"Fuck me good, Baby," she murmured in his ear.

Groaning, sweating, whimpering, squirming under the 
masterful, well controlled fucking from his monster cock, 
Mandy orgasmed as she never had with me. 

It was a strange feeling seeing him fuck her, seeing him 
bring her joy and orgasms like nothing I'd ever given 
her. I wondered if she'd 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.

I was the second best man in my wife's bed. I had no one 
to blame but myself. 

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 from watching because she was 
getting a royal fucking from someone else, as I'd 
fantasized. 

His control was magnificent. Mandy orgasmed time after 
time. When he saw she was mentally and physically 
exhausted from the pounding of the past thirty-five 
minutes, he let himself come and roared like a banshee 
when he did. 

She loved every stroke because 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 black seed ravish her body 
searching for her delicate white eggs. 

He braced himself on his arms so his weight wouldn't 
crush her as he softened in her, but she pulled him down 
on her.

Her face was toward me when she bore his full weight. She 
radiated bliss.

"Don't go," she whispered as he pulled out of her. 

He kissed her gently and said, "I'll be back."

She giggled as her hand stroked his face. 

"See that you do. Even a big stud needs to fuck more than 
once to make sure the woman's pregnant. We'll need to do 
this every night until I'm sure I'm carrying your child." 

She kissed him hungrily before letting him pull away from 
him. When she looked at me, it was with disdain. 

"Wait, Baby," she said as he started to wipe his cock on 
the bed sheets. "Let Sam clean you up."

Baby laughed. "He tasted my cock last night."

"Oh? He did? Did you like a cock in your mouth, Sam?" she 
asked.

"No," I murmured. 

"Well, I didn't get to see it. Do it again," she hissed. 

"I need to go," Baby said as he wiped his cock. 

"You can clean Baby next time," Mandy replied. "But you 
can clean me now, Sam. I'm not going anywhere." 

When I hesitated, Baby said menacingly, "You heard the 
lady." 

I fell between her spread legs facing her huge and 
bloated pussy. White liquid oozed down her ass cheek. As 
I began to lick Baby's cum from my wife's pussy, I 
wondered how many nights he'd fuck her before she was 
carrying his child. 

"There's so much in me, Sam," Mandy said. "He must have 
shot a quart. Suck it all out, honey." 

The word "honey" was like an icicle thrust in my manhood. 
As I sucked his cum out of her, Baby released the 
handcuffs. In moments, I heard the door shut, but I 
didn't get up then. Mandy's hand on the back of my head 
held me in place. When she released me, I left to lock 
the front door. 

Mandy was asleep when I got in the bedroom. Without a 
word, I lay down without touching her. When I awakened in 
the morning, she was gone. I found her in the kitchen 
drinking coffee. Her face was hard and cold.

"We need to talk."

"All right, Mandy."

"Baby'll honor his commitment. He'll forgive your debt 
and not hurt any of us. I'll honor my commitment, too, 
Sam. I'll bear his black baby. I'll 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 wouldn't let you hurt a 
child any more than I'd let him."

"Mandy, I never want a divorce."

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

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

"I'm going to take over the finances, Sam. I want your 
credit cards and your checkbook. From now on, you'll give 
me your paycheck and I'll give you an allowance. And I 
want that damn sports car you bought to be sold by 
tomorrow night."

"I'll need some kind of car to get to work."

"Take the bus. Do you owe any other bookmakers?"

"No." 

"That's something positive at least. You need to get help 
for your gambling, Sam. I insist on it."

"I will."

"That's not good enough. I'll call Gamblers' Anonymous 
and you'll start immediately. I'll find a psychologist 
for you, too. Our insurance'll pay for it. If you miss a 
meeting or a session with the psychologist, I'll leave 
you, Sam. I mean it." 

"Please, don't leave me. I can't imagine life without 
you. I love you so much."

For the first time since she'd met Baby, her expression 
toward me softened. She smiled and tousled my hair.

"I know you do. I'll spend the rest of my life with you, 
but I couldn't stand another incident like this. I might 
not be able to seduce the next bookie into letting my 
daughters go unharmed."

She kissed me.

"His cock's so big that I'm sore. Until I get used to 
him, we won't be able to have sex and when we do, you'll 
have to wear a condom until I'm carrying his child. I'll 
let you know when I want sex with you again, so don't ask 
about it." 

"Do you still love me?" I asked.

"Yes, I love you, you stupid, stupid man. I love you even 
after you did this to us."

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

She didn't look at me as she stood to leave. 

"I asked you a question, Mandy."

She looked at me. It was neither a hurtful nor loving 
look. It was a look of exasperation. 

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

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

"No, Sam. I'll tell you when I want you to watch us 
having sex. Right now, I want you to go away. Tonight's 
private and just between us."

It was a long time before I saw the two of them together 
again. They always made love in our bed. Sometimes he 
left early, sometimes he stayed until the wee hours. I 
could hear them talking between sex those nights when 
they fucked more than once. When the sex was over, he 
went home. 

That second night he fucked her, I stayed on the couch 
after he left. Mandy came to me.

"Sam, I'm your wife. You need to be in our bed with me. 
Come on." 

After I was laying beside her, she said, "Always come to 
bed as soon as he leaves, Sam. This is your place. You 
should be in it."

I lay in the spot hot from their bodies, wet with their 
sweat and juices, as my wife, exhausted from fucking with 
another man, curled against me to peacefully sleep. His 
smell filled my nose. His cum dripped out of her pussy 
onto my leg. 

Sunday, our daughters returned from their weekend at the 
lake with friends. In the den, Mandy fully explained what 
was happening in our lives. 

"Mother, you mean a black man's impregnating you? We'll 
have a black brother or sister? And we can't go to 
college because Dad gambled away all our money?"

"Honey, it's a sickness. We need to forgive him. I know 
forgiveness'll be hard to do, but we must try."

It was a heated and unpleasant family discussion, which 
Mandy wound down after checking her watch.

"Baby'll be here shortly. I want all of you to be nice to 
him. We'll visit a few minutes before I take him in the 
bedroom. He'll be here every night until I'm pregnant."

Our daughters were stunned, cold and unspeaking, when 
Mandy introduced Baby to them. 

When they immediately moped off to bed, Mandy said 
firmly, "Leave your bedroom doors open." 

And Mandy left the door to our bedroom open when she led 
Baby there.

Mandy'd never been vocal when we made love. She murmured 
and cooed, but never screamed. That night, she screamed. 
Our daughters and I could hear her begging him to fuck 
her, telling him how big his cock was, and how much she 
enjoyed him fucking her.

When she screamed she'd never had a real man before, we 
heard Baby telling her to shut up. 

How humiliating it was for me, having my daughters hear 
their mother tell another man he could fuck better than I 
could. But that's what she wanted. My humiliation. It was 
my punishment from her. But it was the last time she 
intentionally humiliated me. Maybe she thought I'd had 
enough. 

The next three months were surrealistic. Baby arrived 
every night to fuck Mandy. Many times he joined us for 
dinner, sometimes even bringing Chinese food 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 our house. 

Once, I started to leave before he arrived. Mandy stopped 
me. 

"I'm 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. 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. He was a part of our family now, like a rich, 
black uncle who came to dinner and stayed to fuck the 
lady of the house.

Even I began to enjoy his presence. He was an interesting 
man in many ways and different from any other friend I 
had. Friend. Huh! That's what he became in some weird 
way. 

In three months, Mandy was pregnant. She made the 
announcement one evening at dinner at we ate a prime rib 
she'd lovingly prepared. Baby beamed with pride. The 
girls were actually excited about it, asking questions, 
giggling, talking. 

The girls felt no fear from him. He'd never been anything 
but polite and kind to them. After those first moments, 
Mandy never feared him, or, if she had, she hid it so 
well neither Baby nor I recognized it. 

After dinner, 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 and come be with me. You and 
Julie and Jenny can be my family."

"No, Baby. That wasn't our deal. You're part of my 
family, but Sam's 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, too, and in a very special way, but I love 
Sam as well and I won't leave him."

"I'll kill the bastard! I'll do it!"

When he reached in his coat to pull out a gun, Mandy 
grabbed his hand.

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

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

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

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

"If you ever speak ill of him again, I'll spank you until 
your lily white bottom's bright red. 

Apologize to your father!" 

He dropped her and she fell backwards before getting her 
balance. 

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

From that night on, Baby came to our home once or twice a 
week, bearing gifts for Mandy and the girls, having 
dinner, and visiting. He wouldn't fuck Mandy, but she'd 
warmly and happily kiss him goodbye at the door when he 
left. And Mandy was talking to Baby regularly, keeping 
him informed of her condition.

In her sixth month, she had her parents and mine over for 
dinner. She explained she was having a black baby and how 
the circumstances came to be. Mandy's father was a 
racist. He screamed at me for doing this to his daughter, 
stormed from the room, and never spoke to me again. 
That's what I'd expected him to do. Both my parents were 
humiliated by my causing this situation and our 
relationship was never the same. 

When she was ready to deliver, Mandy called Baby on the 
way to the hospital using the cell phone he'd given her. 
There were three of us in the delivery room when a big, 
healthy baby boy came into the world. He was adorable, 
the color of coffee with light cream. Julie and Jenny, 
Mandy's mother, 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. Mandy convinced him it was 
better for the child since I'd be raising him. Of course, 
Baby was so enamored of her, she could've convinced him 
to take poison.

Baby became part of the family again, coming over almost 
every night to spend several hours. He brought toys and 
games, so many I was afraid we'd have to add a bedroom 
just to hold them. Baby and his baby were an integral 
part of the family. 

It was as if Mandy had two husbands, one white, one 
black, who both came home to her at night. 

When Davy, as we called David White Johnson, was about 
six months old, Baby was on the floor playing with him 
and his giant body occupied 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 snapped to attention. 

"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. I want two more 
and I want them just like I said. If you don't want to 
father one, Baby'll father both."

Baby again came to our house every night to fuck Mandy 
and make her pregnant. She made no effort to conceal her 
joy at being fucked by him. She'd missed his big cock in 
her and we all knew it. 

The first time, when she was getting pregnant with Davy, 
she sent Baby home each night. This time, he often spent 
the night with her, not leaving until after breakfast the 
next morning. My time with her was almost eliminated. I'd 
been supplanted as her spouse. 

Mandy tried to keep me satisfied, but it was clear to 
everyone my satisfaction came after hers and 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'd like to answer it now. Yes, I like having sex 
with Baby. I like his 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. You and baby are 
different. I feel differently toward you. I like

both of you fucking me. So, from now on, I'm going to 
have sex with both of you."

She stopped again, making sure we understood what she 
said, giving us nonverbal communications again.

"I'll tell you which of you I want to fuck me each night. 
I expect you to come if called, pun intended. And I don't 
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, 
then she, too, broke out in open laughter. I was terribly 
hurt at first, but I knew she really loved me, even if 
she loved Baby as much. She kissed me, lovingly and 
tenderly, to reassure me. She wanted me to know I was 
loved by her, but so was Baby, and she'd 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. She was having two men fuck her as much as she 
wanted. And 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."

There we stood like two schoolboys waiting for the 
principal, except we were naked and standing by her bed, 
watching as she gracefully and sensually undressed. Both 
Baby and I got hard from watching and thinking about this 
woman whose love we shared. She opened a bottle of 
petroleum jelly and lubricated her asshole, which I knew 
was virgin territory. She had a sexy 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, slowly slipping 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 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. Her asshole 
was tight, dry compared to her cunt, but slick with 
lubricant. Baby and I went slowly, both of us intent on 
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. 

Baby and I shared Mandy from that point on, each of us 
coming to her at her direction and usually both of us 
sleeping in her bed at night. 

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 cured of my gambling. My career 
finally was blossoming and we were better off financially 
than we had ever been. Baby'd paid for Julie and Jenny's 
college and established trust funds for all three boys. 
This freed the money I made for other things, including a 
larger home. 

The new home was really designed for a wife, two 
husbands, and five children, which is the way we lived. 
Baby'd moved in after Mandy made her announcement about 
wanting more children and never moved out. 

That was our family 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'd come to care for and admire 
Baby almost as much as Mandy did. 

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. 

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 white man and wife with two older 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 toward me on the bed. Staring into my eyes, 
she said:

"Yes. I miss him. I loved him, Sam. I loved him deeply, 
but that never diminished my love for you. I didn't love 
him like I loved you. He was a good man to me and to my 
family. I'm sad those boys will never get to know him. 
I'm sad he's gone and sad he won't get to see his 
children grow up. Every parent deserves that right, Sam."

She curled up in my arms and cried.

I know Mandy loves me. She probably 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.