Be careful what you ask for boys.

Be careful what you ask for boys.From conversations with a woman from the UK. A tad over a month ago, to my husbands surprise, I gave birth to a mixed race c***d. Divorce is underway and I could not be happier. Here is how it evolved. I was 36 and c***dless. My husband and I tried to conceive for the longest time. We were also into the casual swing scene with a few friends. We played carefully. For myself, I always enjoy bareback and take great satisfaction getting a deep load from my guy, or guys. I relied on the rhythm method to know when it was safe for non-husband seed. That worked just fine. My husband often suggested I try a black man to experience the biggest cock. I never had the desire. My circle of men were just fine. He pressed it and eventually I agreed. I am so happy that I did. He brought home Ben, a British born man of Algerian & Moroccan descent. I knew Ben for years as he is one of my husbands business colleagues. I was very fond of Ben. He comes to my door, I welcome him in and he poses a question I found strange at the moment. Ben asked “Does Harold ever lie?” I told him of course not. Ben than told me that he was my ‘big dicked darkie’. I did not mean to, but I laughed. The surprise was that great and I found it hilarious. I made it clear that it was no insult on him and I just found it so funny. Ben understood. The situation lit a fire within me. All of a sudden there was desire. So I ask him when he last had a good shagging? It melted any ice there may have been. Come on I said and he followed me to my marriage bed. Tall man, someone I actually like, good slender build and an enormous cock. I could tease it, hard to suck it proper, it found a wonderful maltepe escort home between my tits. I quickly wondered if I could take it all. Seriously, a huge skin covered tip, has to be a foot long and it’s as thick as my wrist. I was wet enough, time to find out. I whispered “Fuck me and please be gentle.” Ben produced a magnum condom and I could see his joy when I told him it was not necessary. I offered him my bottom by kneeling in the edge of the mattress. He went right to my and started to work that monster into me. It felt fabulous upon initial entry. I’ve never been so stretched. By the time I had a lot of him it was a bit uncomfortable but in a good way. I had my first orgasm before he was properly sheathed. Ben just stopped and allowed the sensation to wash over me. He gave me time to cool down, I told him to lay down as I wanted to mount him. The mount was rough, my objective was to take all of him. With a good number of pauses I succeeded. Taking the last handful proved difficult and the sensation of having him so deep tapped into a pleasure spot I was not aware existed. Every time I took more of him it produced a climax. Ben was terribly enjoying both my tits and watching me climax. Eventually I’m sitting upright with all of him re-sizing my insides. I leaned forward, gave him my first passionate kiss and said “Flip me and fuck me.” Every thrust took my breath away. It was not long till he began to short stroke me, staying deep that I knew he would soon seed me as his cock was bigger and harder. He moaned loudly and grunted as I flew into a second and bigger orgasm as he held still while planting a massive load of hot semen deep as I clung escort maltepe tight to him. We stayed joined, chatting and kissing during our cool down. I told him how every time I am inseminated, I fantasize that this is the one which will make me a mother. Upon withdrawal he mentioned that I took it all. I know, no, he observed that none of his cum was running out of me. I knew that too as my insides felt awash. He tells me that as we stayed locked together, my vagina contracted as he softened and the contraction forced his seed into my womb. I never thought about it before but it makes sense. We fucked only once that day. There were many more days to come. Harold (my soon to be ex-husband) returned the next afternoon, I told him every detail of my evening with Ben and thanked him. I also modified our sex during my fertile periods, I forced him to keep me plugged up to give my body time to absorb all his seed. Life went on for months with Ben as my just every once in a while hot stud. Until one night out with a large business group. Theatre followed by drinks. Ben was solo in the group. Too many drinks for all of us. Harold, Ben and I took a cab back to our place. Harold suggested a fuck both of them. I took Harold asides, reminded him my fertile week was at hand. He already knows that I would carry any mans c***d as I am getting desperate to conceive. Harold was fine with the risk. So was I. I enjoy very much having two men giving me their attention. This night was no different, except that I was fertile. Both times my husband came in me that evening were in my throat as Ben seeded me doggie style from behind. As normal, he kept me plugged up, hips high while maltepe escort bayan I slobbered over Harold’s cock. Split roasted as one of the men called it and I loved every moment of it. The advent of the day finds me sandwiched between two sleeping guys. They stir, I ask my husband if I can have Ben alone before we send him on his way. No problem. Ben and I had the most passionate private sex that morning. With my calves locked around him, and him fully inside me taking away my breath, I whispered “It’s my fertile week, give me your baby.” He paused “After last night, you’re likely already are.” The passion and deepness of his kiss told me he was elated at the idea. All missionary, all kissing and loving. Pure breeding passion. We had a very long session that morning, he was in no rush to arrive at completion, and when he did, I was so aware of every throb and twitch of his cock as he filled me. Life went on after all that with Harold eagerly seeding me for the rest of the week. A month passes and I am feeling a bit off. My boobs are large 36-CC and perky. The girls feel heavier and falling a bit. My nipples are growing darker and getting tough. These signs were ignored until I realized my monthly bleed was late. I knew right away and the doctor visit confirmed the best news in my life! I’m overjoyed! I’m knockers! The only uncertainty was the father. Frankly, I don’t care. Harold knew the risk and now he is not too happy at the possibility. I immediately figured it was the guy who fills me with a flood versus a spurt. I took no risk with the baby. No amnio test. No needles without necessity. I was very much ready for the surprise. Delivery day told the story and Harold went storming out of the delivery room. My Sis called Ben and he came trotting on over happy as can be. My Doctor has a schedule where in a few weeks I am fully functional again. Ben and I will immediately get to work on number two.