Virginia Nights Ch. 08

Saturday, December 19, 2020, 1300 L

Sara's period came and went, and our emotions were mixed about the results. We were disappointed that we were still unsuccessful despite our best attempts in the last window. On the same topic, we were glad Caleb's self-control had worked. As much as we loved our accidental twins, Jacob and Matthew, we looked forward to more of our own. We had already been receiving looks from strangers. We feared what adding a third from Caleb might do. The two distinct black infants stood in contrast to Jack and Lily. While we had our friends and family believing our clinical mix-up. Unfortunately, explaining our cover story to every passerby would never be an option. Once someone had a good look, it was obvious that the twins were not adopted. Despite Caleb's complete contrast to Sara's porcelain white skin, it wasn't enough to hide her genetics thoroughly. Jacob and Matthew showed Sara's features softly but still clearly underneath their darkish complexion. We had hoped early on that Sara's features might not be discernible in public. The questionable looks I sometimes received from strangers betrayed the truth.

I hate to admit it, but I first feared accompanying my wife on errands with the twins in the first weeks taking them out. I would quickly load them into the double stroller from the car, parking far out in the Costco lot. Then, dropping the sunshade low to obstruct a direct view. A reactionary habit I was trying to break. Strangers would give me various looks once they saw my wife's traits in the twins. From a distance, we could pose as a generic white couple adopting two underprivileged black infants. Once they saw Sara's unmistakable likeness, it made it clear she was the mother of these two dark and large babies. While Sara was sympathetic to my plight of being cucked so permanently by an accident, I could tell my actions hurt her--the act displayed disappointment in what had transpired, as if the situation was her fault entirely. Rumors at both our jobs were making their way back to us now. It was expected, given the distinct traits between me and the birth father. Despite this, our story about the IVF fertility clinic mix-up held up well and denied any serious inquiry. Even so, I had nine months to prepare for this reality, but it still hit me like a ton of bricks the first time I heard the dark rumors at work.

The most popular theory was that Sara had cheated on me, sleeping with an unknown, handsome black stranger one night. While I received looks of sympathy at the office, Sara was getting bombarded at work with scowls from older teachers. Thankfully, our cover story was just strong enough. It put just enough doubt these coworkers from truly bringing it to light.

Not long after, I found myself constantly hating how I felt. I needed to change how I viewed the entire situation. I felt guilty as it was, with my reckless desire to secretly breed my wife at one point, through guided suggestions, never committing myself openly about my desires to my wife. The original end goal was met--the result of my conflicted journey producing Jacob and Matthew. I had to live with that past desire secretly until my last days. Meanwhile, I needed to step up for the whole family's sake. Despite not sharing my genetics, they were my wife's children, carrying my name. As far as they both understood, I was their father. It felt wrong that Sara should feel any guilt about what happened. I wish I could be honest about my headspace then. Equally to blame was the miscommunication between Caleb and me. My senses hadn't returned entirely yet, that day Caleb drained his balls into my wife, unaware of the danger.

I feared what we might have awakened in Caleb since that accident. Did he unearth a desire to father more offspring after witnessing his creations in the flesh? Even after possibly impregnating my wife's coworker, he still talked about it, like impregnating women was a game, and pregnancy a trophy or badge of honor at times. We trusted Caleb completely by this stage; he made it a point to reassure Sara he wasn't going to cum inside her unless she let him. Starting a family was a life-changing event that couples spend years planning before committing to 18 years of their lives. Or so I thought, Caleb's entire perception was different. He had already fathered Jacob and Matthew with Sara and was looking to impregnate Hannah next, I feared.

This wasn't about becoming a father; it was about breeding, I thought. Caleb might be letting his biological drive take over, ensuring the continuation of his perfect African genes. I shook the idea from my head and reassured myself. He's only 20; he couldn't possibly want that responsibility. Even with other men raising his children completely without him, it was still a lot to handle becoming a new father, so I thought.

Since those chaotic months, much has changed. I smiled, recalling those first months with Jacob and Matthew. I watched Sara play with the twins. I have since committed to raising Matthew and Jacob no differently than Lily and Jack. It felt almost normal as of late, fathering them as my own. It was comforting to sense at least my wife's genetics in them. Extending her ancestry at the very least. However, it was almost unsettling at first watching them develop my personality. They looked like an extension of Caleb. Fortunately, I was able to come to terms with it. This was quickly becoming no different than raising Jack and Lily. I had begun to let myself enjoy being a father to them as of late. I looked forward to watching them grow. It brought warmth to my heart watching the emotional weight lifted off my wife when she first noticed the change. Sara, catching my mind wandering, gave me a loving smile as she finished a round of peekaboo with Jacob. Matthew is looking on, giggling happily beside them.

"I think he might want to play too," my wife said warmly as she motioned me towards Matthew. I nodded, then took Matthew over to the base of the couch. Momentarily, thinking back to the times Caleb could have impregnated Sara on this piece of furniture alone. I shook the thought as I began to play peekaboo with Matthew. Between the two of them, growing, he was still clearly the larger one. He was also more relaxed and quieter for his age. Jacob quickly picked Sara as his preferred parent. It was unexpected watching Matthew become more attached to me. It was incredible how quickly things could shift from terror to parental joy.

The quiet afternoon had begun to pass. Hannah and Mark made the tranquility possible by taking Lily and Jack to the ski resort for the night. While happy to help, Mark was confused at his wife's insistence on taking the two on an overnight trip. I felt guilty convincing him it was just Hannah's way of encouraging him to start their own family. It still felt odd having Hannah as an accomplice, her work allowing us an uninterrupted evening with Caleb.

"Still looking forward to tonight?" I said, attempting to hide some of my excitement.

"Maybe just a little," my wife said, slightly blushing.

"It'll be nice letting Caleb spend time with Jacob and Matthew. How little time he gets with them must be hard on him," she continued, her face growing slightly pained.

"Me too, but he'll have a family of his own one day to enjoy. He's got more than enough time, and he's only 20. Playing blocks and burping babies is probably far from what he wants to be doing at his age," I said, attempting to comfort her guilt.

"I don't know, it sure seems like he wants to get Sasha pregnant, sooner rather than later. I mean, you still remember me, and you were both terrified of getting pregnant, even long after college, and that was a struggle. It feels like a large part of him wants that family now," my wife said as she lowered the TV volume.

"He's also never had to change a diaper, either. He only got to do the fun part," I responded in jest.

"I think once the excitement wears off, he'll calm down about the whole thing. I don't think his girlfriend is exactly jumping at the idea. Understandably, he wants to have more, and it's exciting. We both know he's not ready yet to be an actual father. Even if he doesn't admit it, I think he does too," I said, becoming slightly more serious. I questioned myself if I believed that anymore, given recent events and Caleb's persistently testing if we would give him permission for an honest attempt on Sara's womb. The thought of giving in made my limp cock twitch, starting a soft erection I quickly ended with some rational thinking.

"I mean, you're probably right. Still, he won't be able to see them forever. It's already hard enough with what little he gets to now. We knew if it happened, it would have to be this way. It still sucks," my wife gave me a sad smile.

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My heart beat as I saw a set of headlights pull into the driveway. I smiled at Sara as she gathered Jacob and Matthew into the living room. I opened the front door just as Caleb was reaching for the doorbell. He was dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie, looking more suited for the gym than a date. The smell of body wash and below-average cologne only betrayed his accurate preparation for the evening.

I greeted him with a warm handshake and smile. My mind flashed back to the first time I greeted our bull here. While still lean, he had been filling out muscularly since starting college. His focus shifted from track to football, having just made the team that year as a second-string tight end. A significant departure from his high school days. He was still getting used to the position, but it was clear his gifted athleticism was more than making up for it. We made awkward small talk as I led him into the living room.

My wife was lying alongside Matthew and Jacob on the floor. Sara wore one of her typical mom outfits. Her high-waisted jeans rode high on her now wider hips, and her older striped sweater was snug against her larger breasts. She would complain at times that, from having the twins, all her old clothes were too tight, despite quickly regaining and surpassing her pre-pregnancy body through a religious workout routine. Secretly, I loved her fertile curves being on display.

Caleb stood rigidly, unsure if he should join his twins on the floor. Sara, sensing his hesitation, stood and greeted her bull warmly. Embracing the black stud tightly before taking his hand and guiding him to his creations. He attempted to mimic my wife's smooth actions with them. He was inexperienced in parenthood, which was made only more apparent compared to Sara's evident expertise, having raised both Jack and Lily before. Caleb tried his best to play naturally, but it was clear Jacob and Matthew had no idea who this stranger was, acting almost timid and looking towards Sara and me for comfort. It was only towards the end of the hour when Matthew and Jacob began to look at the man who resembled them so clearly--their glances lasted longer than they would with a proper stranger.

Eventually, it was time to put the twins to bed and move on with our date. Sara stepped away to prepare as Caleb assisted me, bringing Jacob upstairs. I felt some pity as Caleb attempted to put Jacob to bed, while I put Matthew into his crib. Jacob remained restless until I took over tucking him in. I imagined the genetic connection would bring them together immediately. It was not the case, it seemed. Caleb finally relaxed as I walked him downstairs. Clearly, he was putting himself through a lot of stress trying to enjoy the fatherly moments while he could.

Caleb and I took our positions naturally in the main bedroom. I positioned myself on the love seat, getting comfortable. Caleb was undressing before taking a seat on my marital bed. The immediate mating about to occur was taking his mind off things; it was clear he was looking forward to taking Sara bare. Before these risky dates, the previous hesitation had completely evaporated since the possible consequences came true. We avoided eye contact in our practiced manner as we waited for my wife to join us.

Shortly after, my wife emerged from the bathroom; for tonight, she had preferred a simple black and white bra and pantie set. While less revealing than her everyday lingerie, it had a way of complementing her body. The black and white bra had accents of lace, displaying her now ample breasts elegantly. The similarly styled panties hugged her generous hips cleanly. She was finally comfortable exposing her smooth stomach again. Any trace of the recent motherhood was almost gone, except for a few new faint stretch marks on her toned, pale skin.

Caleb's face portrayed his approval of her outfit. Sara smiled as she carefully approached our bull's now rapidly expanding cock. Despite being half flaccid, its remarkable size was still evident as Caleb slowly stroked the massive weapon. Protruding unnaturally far, even at its 45-degree angle, as he sat upright. While I knew on paper he was four or five inches longer than I was, somehow the eleven or so inch black cock seemed like a fire hose compared to mine. Its respectable girth made the large organ hang heavy and level when he rose. He brought my wife in close for a side hug, allowing Sara to grasp the massive organ with her right hand.

"It feels like you missed me," my wife said, letting the first drips of Caleb's precum coat her hand.

"You could say that; it's been hard keeping you off my mind," Caleb growled into Sara's ear.

"Me too, but I hate to say it again. I really need you to pull out again. My window is opening," her tone balanced seriousness and provocation.

"It's been so long since I came inside you last. I mean, what's the harm in another?" Our bull half-joked; it was clear at the very least, he wanted to finish inside my wife.

"I'll just ignore that last bit," my wife smiled, motioning for our bull to lie on the bed. In a smooth motion, she removed her panties while mounting our black stud. She teased the smooth shaft with her already wet slit. Her fluid is a mixture of her arousal and her fertility.

"Can I trust you?" my wife said but only half-joking as she moved Caleb's cock to the entrance of her fertile womanhood.

"I won't cum inside you unless you tell me to..." Caleb said, attempting to test the boundary.

"Fine, close enough, I'll hold you to that," my wife gave him a half-smile as she slowly sank the black organ into her. Her tight slit stretched just far enough to eat the black snake whole. Each vein threatened to pull her too far. After the twins, it was exciting watching her take his full length so much more confidently.

Sara controlled the pace, aware Caleb was struggling. It was erotic watching the massive set of reproductive organs respond to how badly he wanted my wife. His huge balls were engorged, weighing the large smooth sack downward, their mass a testament to their potency. She attempted to limit the impact of her first orgasm, sympathetic, knowing her reaction was forcing him to struggle harder.

Caleb pulled Sara against him, reaching behind her smooth shoulders and undoing her bra. As the plump breasts pushed against him, the sensation began pushing her into a second, weaker orgasm. Caleb was strategizing and whispered something into my wife's ear. Using the throes of passion to help plead his case. Causing my wife to retract slightly, clearly amused, her face responding in mock horror to the unknown request. She was becoming more relaxed as the contractions gently faded. Her hips rested deep against Caleb's toned body.

Whatever the request was, they sparked a quiet, playful debate. The lighthearted nature makes the scene strangely erotic. Her dark curly hair obscured his lips, and her voice was too low to understand. The topic excited Caleb as the precum coating the exposed portions of his cock began to increase, gaining pigment. Sara increased her pace cautiously, her soft ass bouncing gently each time off his firm legs.

I worried momentarily that Caleb would accidentally lose control in these closing moments. A powerful twitch through his balls and a sudden stop deep inside Sara, making our collective hearts skip a beat. Eventually, he gave Sara and me the all-clear as he resumed a cautious pace.

Sara started to sense Caleb getting close to his absolute limit, then prepared herself for a quick dismount.

I was beginning to really worry about the time the two mates separated, coordinating a new position between them, giving Caleb a moment to collect himself, and giving me a chance to give Sara a questioning look.

"He wants to cum inside me," my wife joked quietly to me.

"Well, what's new?" I replied equally, causing my wife to roll her eyes and laugh softly. Caleb pretended to use the time to wipe some sweat from his face. Clearly, he was struggling to control himself and was using the time to rally.

"Do you want to try this for a bit or do you just want to cum on me from here? I know you are getting close," my wife said, almost teasing the young bull, that she was putting on a show for both of us. She scooted further down the bed, meeting Caleb at the edge. She teased him, stroking him near her exposed slit. She kept her legs apart; her positioning was practically begging to be mounted.

"Oh, you don't think I can handle any more of you tonight?" he said, smiling, calling my wife's challenge. His confidence is now in stark contrast to our first date long ago. Then, driving the black spear smoothly back into her, the action elicited a deep reaction from Sara. He was just a few strokes in when I noticed the increasingly dangerous precum beginning to ooze from my wife's pussy. The potent hormones from a stud just under half her age were quickly taking their toll on her. I could see her bracing for a powerful orgasm.

Simultaneously, I watched Caleb's balls start to climb. Further, fatherhood was almost imminent. We were playing with fire with Sara entering her fertile window, doubt creeping into my brain. It was a few strokes later when my heart began to race as his breathing became uneven, along with his pace. I watched him withdraw backward as Sara started her first massive contraction. The enormous cock was barely two inches out of her when it began to shoot onto her slit. The black hose throbbed intensely, spewing cum across my wife's chest and stomach as her orgasm ripped through her abs visibly.

What started as ropes of thick sticky brilliant white cum began to decay into watery sprays. The amount of semen was more than I had seen from him before. It was clear something had changed between his cleaner diet and workout supplements, adding to his already impressive reproductive gifts. I wondered how many weeks worth of my cum I would need to match even these mostly empty sprays at the end. Each small white string inside this watery fluid was bestowed with millions of Caleb's sperm. Each tiny, genetically filled strand could be a death sentence for our plans for another white child.

Sara was attempting to control her breathing, trying to stave off another wave of orgasmic contractions, letting me savor the sight meantime.

"Oh my god, fucckk that was good. You didn't disappoint Caleb, A plus..." Sara said as she finally caught up to the moment. As she sat up, the amount and variety of cum covering her became evident. It was clear my wife was more than just a little impressed by her facial reaction.

"And you wanted to cum inside me with all of this waiting? I'm starting to think you're trying for more than just getting your rocks off," she said playfully.

"Hey, there's always a chance right? It might be fun getting over with it now." he joked, motioning towards a trail of cum sliding its way into the top of my wife's fertile pussy. The realization caused Sara to squeal like a schoolgirl as she grabbed a pre-positioned towel. My wife's commotion brought a broad smile to his face.

"Hey, consider yourself lucky you didn't get any from me as it is. You barely pulled out in time," my wife joked as she let a nervous giggling energy take over, playfully throwing a clean towel at Caleb as he dressed.

"I told you I was gonna make you cum before I had to pull out. I held up my end of the deal; I can't be liable for anything that comes after that." Caleb said, playing off the near accident.

"We all know what a complication that would be. I'll admit, though, that was good. Keep that up and you might convince a girl to change her mind a little," Sara said as she dropped into character, teasing the young man's fantasy. The words affected the now-dressed stud. She playfully walked past him into the bathroom to clean up properly. The act signaled me to help the young man to the door, her final tease for the night. Caleb awkwardly made his way up the stairs behind me, his cock already hard again. I attempted to keep my focus elsewhere, giving the young man some privacy to deal with the issue as he made his way to his car.

"That was mean," I chuckled, meeting my wife in the master bedroom. Her floral body wash smelled intense under her purple silk pajamas from across the room.

"Oh, and all of that wasn't? How long does someone need to save up to do that? Plus he wanted to cum inside me knowing how full he was," she playfully protested, motioning across her stomach and chest.

"That was a ton. He must have been looking forward to seeing you for a while. I thought he was just gonna cum inside you for a second," I said in jest.

"That would have been pretty bad. " The last thing we need is another set of twins," my wife said, giggling.

"Matthew and Jacob came out pretty well; maybe two more wouldn't be so bad," I joked, my balls twitching at the words.

"Yeah, you're not the one who has to give birth. Anyway, we need to change the sheets. There was some collateral damage..." Sara said playfully, returning to business. The initial anxiety of having our bull's twins seemed to be wearing off. We have yet to have a serious conversation about the plan if we have another accident. We knew there weren't going to be any great options, so we avoided it for now.

Later

We were waiting in bed for a message from Caleb. The parents in us want to make sure he makes it home safe. I was just about to message him when our phones buzzed.

Caleb: Sorry, had to grab something to drink from 7/11 (Picture of a red half gallon Gatorade nearly finished)

Sara: You're gonna need at least another judging by the mess you made XD

Caleb: Would have been less of a mess in u ;)

Sara: Consider yourself lucky already, anymore "Accidents" and people will start asking questions... (Selfie)

She lowered her black-framed reading glasses, giving her best mock-disappointed teacher expression. We chuckled as we waited for Caleb's reaction despite the corny nature.

Caleb: You can't look like that and not expect me not to think about it ;)

Sara: Sure, we will see if you still believe that after changing a few dozen diapers : P

Caleb: If that's all it takes, I'm game =D

My wife was blushing slightly at Caleb's quickly developing confidence in getting her pregnant again.

"Well, it's good to know where he stands," my wife said, still surprised how forward he was becoming.

Sara: Goodnight, Caleb. We are going to sleep now. XD

Caleb: Alright, just let me know if I should get ready to change those diapers sooner rather than later. ;)

My wife rolled her eyes towards me as she giggled softly.

Sara: Sure will, sleep tight

Caleb: Seriously, thank you for making time for me with them. It meant a lot. :)

My wife was practically melting beside me. She gave me giant puppy eyes as she wore a conflicted smile.

Sara: Stop! You're gonna make me blush.

Caleb: Night ;)

Monday, January 4, 2021 2300 L

It was a relief when Sara learned she wasn't pregnant before my overnight work trip. It was already hard catching sleep with two infants, and the uncertainty that she might get pregnant didn't help. I was finally sleeping soundly when Mark shook me awake at the gate. I was shocked to see everybody already preparing to disembark.

"I don't think they want a bum like you living on the plane," Mark joked, attempting a terrible New Yorker accent.

"You just wait, a couple of sleepless nights with a baby and you'll be the same," I joked back, quickly grabbing my luggage and joining the line. Our friendly banter continued through the evening between check-in, the bars, and the sights. Eventually, we stumbled our way back to our separate rooms.

I felt slightly more at ease with luring Mark away from his wife for the night. The early Tuesday morning conference in New York was an innocent excuse for both. Mark was still attempting to avoid Hannah during her fertile week; he was quickly running dry on excuses. Meanwhile, his wife was unafraid of the possible consequences that appeared. I couldn't help but feel frustrated with my friend at times over this. If he could overcome the fear of passing on a rare genetic trait, he could be raising a beautiful family of his own soon. Instead, I was starting to sympathize more with Hannah and her secret interracial rebellion.

I was waiting to hear from my wife about the outcome of Hannah and Caleb's evening together. I had already been unintentionally harassing her throughout the night for any information. Her emotions were showing through in her short replies.

Sara: Just got these (Picture and movie file)

The picture immediately drew my attention as the movie clip was downloading. Hannah was sitting upright naked. I took a moment processing her body. Her bright blond hair was still pulled back into a short ponytail. She had an expression on her face somewhere between being in shock, sexually satisfied, and thoroughly impressed. Hannah's Norwegian ancestry meant she had skin as pale as Sara's. Moving my eyes past her perky B cup breasts down her toned and athletic core to where her hands were motioning towards. Between her thighs and spilling onto the towel under her was the reason for her animation. A large amount of cum of all consistency was pouring from her pink and small exposed womanhood. The amount is greater than expected based on the limited preparation of the bed.

Just then, the video loaded; without thinking, I swiped left. Immediately, moans blared from my phone, my habit of turning up my volume before bed biting my ass. I grabbed the volume button quickly, silencing the explicit video to a manageable level.

It was from Caleb's point of view. It started shortly before his climax as he took Hannah from behind. I was expecting a feverish pace, judging by the moans of Mark's wife; it pleasantly surprised me watching Caleb's slow, measured pace. Her back was arched as she held her head up. Her gorgeous blonde hair was in its trademark ponytail, bouncing softly in rhythm. I tried to make out the details of the blurry video as an unmistakable groin emanated from the black bull. Hannah's body twitched violently as the first potent rope filled her fertile pussy. Unmistakably, Caleb was as deep as her cheating body would allow. Slight groans accompanied the young bull's climax as he deposited his seed deeply into Hannah. The long-lasting release continued as the phone slipped from Caleb's hand, ending the video.

An overwhelming need to empty my near-useless balls then overcame me. My body felt like it was on fire, the clip of our black bull laying siege to another white womb filling my mind. I was moments away from an earth-shattering climax as I began to stroke my inadequate cock. Turning the shower on to muffle the noise, as the first spurts of mostly empty cum shot from my cock, coating the shower floor.

"What was she thinking? Caleb proved himself more than capable of impregnating my wife. Hannah was in the middle of her ovulation window; her womb was expecting her husband's white seed. Not an African bull, 15 years younger," my inner thoughts were screaming. My cock was still hard as I began increasing my pace.

My second orgasm in under a minute then rocketed from me. The thoughts of Hannah's gorgeous body giving our handsome and gifted bull his next child race through my mind. I felt pity for Mark as I sat on the cold toilet. I wrestled with myself over the following thoughts.

The betrayal was evident in my mind; Mark was a close friend who confided his desire to hold off starting a family. Now Caleb might have started that journey for him and Hannah, whether they wanted it or not. I wondered if their marriage would survive it. He loved her; he pursued her relentlessly at first. It took six attempts before Hannah finally said yes to a date. I wondered if Mark could raise another man's black child. Through the guilt came thoughts of Caleb and a strange pride for him.

It was clear she knew he was about to cum in her based on the short video. I wondered if it would be worse if they discussed it before or if it was a spur-of-the-moment thing. No matter what, Hannah was a full-grown adult making her decisions knowingly. The betrayal of it all hardening my cock once again. Her baby wouldn't be white, but it would be gifted genetically. Caleb was a complete warrior compared to Mark's white aging body. Caleb deserved to claim Hannah's womb tonight while Mark, meanwhile, cowered from fatherhood in New York.

I couldn't imagine a better donor than Caleb. I couldn't wait to see what Jacob and Matthew would achieve with our bull's superior DNA. I was thankful for that miscommunication two summers ago, giving us that. Looking back, I wish he hadn't pulled out at all. Like a tripwire, the idea blew through my mind.

Like Hannah, he deserved my wife's womb then, and he deserves my wife's womb now.

My tired empty balls fired again; a tiny dribble fell from my cock. Inside my body was quaking with pleasure while embracing the idea.

After my cold shower, I had finally settled enough to change and return to bed. I was returning to the present, and images of Hannah's possible impregnation came back to me. I quickly grabbed my phone to text my wife, getting her take on the situation.

Sara: So??

Me: Wow

Sara: Yeah.. I can't believe it.

Me: Do you think she's pregnant?

Sara: It's a possibility

Me: Plan-B?

Sara: I sure hope so; she has Mark to worry about...

Me: Does Caleb know Hannah isn't on bc?

Sara: I don't know; I was gonna call him about it once you're back.

Tuesday, January 5, 2021 22:00 L

The entire conference was a blur; thoughts of Caleb's sturdy sperm, currently still swimming in Hannah, filled my mind. I wasn't ready for the onslaught of government contractors taking an interest in our company, particularly my department. If my company hadn't been paying what it was, I might have hung on to a few job offers sitting in my briefcase. Leaving straight from the convention, Mark and I landed home near dinner time, nearly exhausted.

I was barely fighting off sleep in bed--the combination of my wife's warmth and the feeling of my bed calling me. My body was exhausted and craving sleep, but I knew I needed more information on last night's encounter. My wife had remained quiet the entire day; she enjoyed keeping the secret to herself.

"So, what's the deal with Hannah?" I said, raising my head from the pillow.

"Oh? What do you mean?" Sara said, smiling, putting down her romance novel and removing her reading glasses.

"He came inside her, remember?" I said, playing along.

"Well, he convinced her to let him. He was pretty persistent all night. She told him it was a bad idea, which only excited him more. That's her side of the story at least. I hadn't talked to Caleb about the whole thing yet; I was waiting for you," my wife said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"I would believe that. He really wants another already." I replied, attempting to stow my coming erection.

"I'm not sure that knocking up married women is conducive to that long term. I bet even he knows that," my wife said, smirking at me with her joke.

"Maybe he just pretends then and just like cumming inside. If I remember correctly, you like him finishing inside you, too," I said, smiling.

"That was different; we had things planned out," she said, arguing back.

"Did we?" I said, smiling, pointing to a recent family photo on our dresser. The stark contrast between the four of us and the mixed twins was evident, even in the low lamp light. My wife tilted her head and laughed at the irony of her previous statement.

"Anyways, do you want me to call him?" my wife said shyly, her smile beaming.

"Yeah, why not?" I said, pulling out my phone.

I held Sara's hand as the phone rang, our bodies flinching when we heard him pick up.

"Hello?" he said in his deep voice. The sound of driving was clear in the background.

"Hey Caleb, how are you?" my wife said awkwardly, sounding our age.

"I'm good. Just dropped off Sasha how are you?" I wondered how he sounded so natural after possibly knocking up my wife's friend.

"That's good; we're doing fine; how was your visit home?" Sara was trying to pry now.

"It was good seeing my mom again and Sasha's family. I could go to a new gym and get a great workout too," he said slyly.

"Yeah, Hannah was telling me about that..." my wife's voice trailing.

"I mean, it was the same workout we used to do..." Caleb was enticingly hanging the words in front of my wife.

"From the looks of it, you got a real workout in; are you guys going to be safe?" My wife was now blushing heavily.

"Depends, what do you mean by that?" He was teasing her now.

"Are you really trying to get her pregnant?" My wife finally stammered, breaking the charade.

"I'm mean, hopefully..." was all Caleb replied.

"Caleb, that's my friend! You can't just get her pregnant!" My wife joked as her body finally settled.

"Why not? I was trying to convince you to let me last time. You got me hooked on the entire thing after all," his voice clear over his chuckling.

"Oh my god, you already have Matthew and Jacob. How many more could you want?" My wife's voice was overcoming her nervous laugh.

"As many as I can; nothing wrong with a big family," I could almost see his smirk through the phone.

"We were just going to ask if you wanted to finish with me next time; our next date would be safe. But now, I don't think I wanna risk it," my wife jokingly replied.

Caleb was just about to respond as the baby monitor came to life. I knew the culprit was likely Jacob; he was bloated after dinner and not acting like usual. I prepared myself for another round of diaper duty as Sara continued her conversation with our bull in private.

Returning sometime afterward, I was surprised by my wife's direct desire for sex right then. She mounted me like an animal in heat, my body returning in kind. My useless balls were drained entirely as Sara finally dismounted me after my third climax. I was almost inclined to feel greedy about the amount before remembering Sara's equal number of orgasms. My wife resorting to using our clothes to protect the carpet and bed from the watery mess of cum running from her.

Saturday, February 13, 2021 1830L

The drive to Caleb's college was a slog from my parents' house along the interstate. My parents agreed without question to watch the family for a night. My father was taking Jack and Lily fishing the next morning while my mother cared for Jacob and Matthew at home. My parents initially took some time to warm up to the twins. They felt sympathy for us and our accidental mixed additions to our family. They believed our story about a fertility clinic mix-up, that Jacob and Matthew's creation was out of our hands. Despite their stark differences, they did their best to treat them as new members of the family. It was clear it would take time for them to come around completely. Made clear when my mother almost jumped for joy when I told her we would be trying for another of my own. I felt guilty lying to her about everything.

We had initially hoped Hannah would come through and take the kids on an overnight sleepover. Unfortunately, according to Mark, Hannah had been feeling under the weather for the last few days. It wasn't a good sign. My thoughts still fought about opening up to Mark, telling him about Hannah's new black lover and that she might be pregnant with his child. I was a little disappointed watching my own wife's period come and go. Still, the rational portion of my mind would scream in terror about my new journey.

The last month had been an absolute blur. Between caring for our four kids and work, we needed the time away for both of us. We barely managed time with Caleb on the phone between class, sports, and Sasha. We spent the first hours after checking into the hotel simply sleeping. Despite recovering from a rather large sleep debt, we both awoke quickly to our alarms. Sara immediately hopped into the shower while I made the bed and put away the rest of our overnight luggage. We made light conversation through the bathroom door, both of us giddy about the coming events.

"Excited?" I said from across the room.

"For sure, I hope Sasha has kept him busy. I sure wouldn't mind a smaller load tonight," my wife said sheepishly. Despite the day buffer and my reassurances, she had been concerned about how close this date had fallen to the end of her safe window.

"I understand; do you want Caleb to pull out tonight?" I said, hoping she would say no. I knew Sara desperately wanted another of our own between the two of us. Still, the enjoyment of Caleb throbbing deep inside her was too good to pass up forever. She would joke about Caleb accidentally getting her pregnant again, but she was uneasy working my breeding fantasies back into our own sex life until late.

"No, we've been looking forward to it for a while. I'm just worried about Hannah," my wife said, thankfully refuting my suggestion.

"I was just starting to wonder the same thing; did you hear from her about it?" My thoughts are making my useless balls burn momentarily.

"Not since Wednesday when she called out. I can't really ask her if she's pregnant this early either," my wife said, shrugging her shoulders.

"What would be her plan with Mark?" I questioned.

"I don't think she has one, kind of like us right now, speaking of which," my wife says, bringing up our lack of a plan if Caleb succeeds in getting her pregnant again.

"I don't think there would be many options," I said regrettably. I racked my brain since we started seeing Caleb again about it. My only half-decent idea was blaming it on Sara and me taking a "break apart" and seeing other people. I knew it would be asking a lot of my wife to lie like that. It was one thing to blame it on a tragic fertility clinic mix-up. Going down this route made my wife look completely reckless with a black stranger, not that the truth was much better. While our families were accepting of the twins given our claimed circumstances, I knew they may not be so opening again. An unfortunate reality I was going to have to accept if I got my way.

"We need to think of something eventually. We can't keep going like this without any plan," my wife responded, disappointed. She could tell I had something on my mind I wasn't saying.

"The best thing would be saying we were on a break, and you got pregnant by a hookup. I don't know how I feel about making you lie like that. I know it gives into the rumors at work, and people are going to know you have a thing for black guys," I knew the idea of it seemed less than appealing. Our marriage, through the stresses of the twins, had been at its best. It sucked knowing she might need to lie to everyone like this if I secretly got my way.

My wife remained quiet for a moment, clearly thinking through my suggestion.

"That's better than anything I came up with; I don't want to have to use it. It's good to at least have a backup again," her voice released some tension. It was evident that some of it still weighed on her mind.

"We can work out the details later; right now, we're safe, and all you have to do is enjoy him finishing in you. We can worry about the other dates later," I said, attempting to soothe her anxiety.

"I know, it's just hard getting back to trusting my cycle again. There is just so much on the line now," my wife said, pausing again.

Judging by Sara's pause, she knew what the consequences might entail. I felt guilty conspiring secretly against my wife at times like these. What was just a plan in my mind now could be life-changing when the time was right. Not wanting to add any anxiety for the upcoming date, I switched the topics to everyday happenings. Sara finished getting ready while I scrolled silently through my phone on the bed.

The phone rang quietly, the flashing front desk label in its ID.

"Hello?" I said, altering my voice slightly.

"Hello, this is Jamie with the front desk. We have a visitor named Caleb here to see you. Should I send him up?" the female voice said questioningly.

"Yes, if you wouldn't mind," my voice reflected my slight panic. I didn't expect Caleb to be stopped by the front desk.

"I will badge him through; have a good evening, Mr. Hartford," the voice politely said, hanging up.

My wife, overhearing the conversation, had her hand on her mouth, emerging almost naked from the bathroom and attempting to hide her embarrassment, like me. Her dark stockings contrasted with the paleness of her legs. A small, well-trimmed portion of pubic hair sat elegantly below her thick hips. Almost thankful she forgot her panties and bra set at home. Her breasts were exposed beautifully as her dark hair bounced across her silky shoulders. She smelled heavenly as she sat excitedly next to me. We knew time was not on our side as Caleb snuck away on Valentine's weekend. With Caleb's short alibi, the thrill of a new lingerie set to undress is taking far too long tonight.

It felt like weeks waiting for the knock on the door. Both of us came to our feet quickly, hearing it. I opened the door soon, ushering our bull in. His grey sweatpants and a school hoodie hung tightly to his large frame. Having Caleb claim he was going to the gym was a go-to alibi these days. His body wash smelled heavily as he entered, a deep contrast to my wife's floral wash. We shook hands; the amount of confidence shown now by the young man was night and day from the teen we met long ago. He was so timid at first that it was surprising he even risked getting Sara pregnant. I wondered how much of the younger man now really wanted to add to his family meaningfully as a true father and how much he just wanted the gratification of impregnating my wife again. Either way, Caleb and I were batting for the same team now, it felt like. He just didn't know it.

It didn't take long for my wife and Caleb to be on top of each other. Caleb's massive member grew hard down his right pant leg as Sara brought the much taller man over her. Their lips locked gently as my wife began to rub the growing erection with her hand. Sara removing the young man's sweatshirt and pants just as the black cock grew stiff in his boxers. My wife removed the thin fabric shortly afterward, exposing the veiny member. It became apparent that Sasha hadn't had the chance to tend to Caleb in a while. His full balls seemed almost swollen underneath. A fact my wife made clear as she began sucking on the massive DNA-filled organs into her mouth one by one. Caleb's cock pulsed precum almost immediately, his sensitivity obvious.

"It's been a while, huh?" my wife giggled.

"I made sure to save up, and that made Sasha mad as hell all month," he joked.

"Oh, why would you do that for little old me?" my wife said innocently as she began to suck the giant purple head of Caleb's cock.

"I want to get a streak rolling. 0-1 this year, plus I sure wouldn't mind helping you guys out again," he said, flashing my wife a smile. My cock became dangerously hard in my jeans hearing the words from Caleb.

"Oh, you helped us out with Jacob and Matthew then," my wife said, playing along. Gently leading our bull further onto the bed as she mounted the young stud. Her slit sitting just inches from the massive monster. It was always amazing how Sara could take such a gigantic black organ in her, her womanhood almost too small at night's start.

"At the least, I just helped move things along; you two want even more now," Caleb said jokingly.

"Of our own, silly!" my wife said with an expressive grin in surprise. She playfully slapped the athletic bull's chest, using her free hand to guide the member to her entrance.

"I mean, that should get half credit at least," Caleb replied as he lowered Sara onto his potent organ. My wife groaned in pleasure as the black snake invaded her once again.

"Sorry, it's pass or fail only," my wife managed between moans. The distance required to take the entire shaft up and down seemed unnatural. Her pace changed frequently as her first orgasm shook through her.

"It didn't seem that way to Hannah," he said, teasing Sara as she recovered.

"I still don't know how that will even work," my wife said, starting her pace again.

The dirty talk excited Caleb visibly as pre-cum began coating the shaft completely.

"She'll figure it out before her next one; I don't want our kid growing up without a sibling either way." We were barely two minutes in, and it was clear Caleb wouldn't last much longer. The sexless weeks or dirty talk were taking their toll on him.

"How noble, but why are you here about to cum inside me then? You already have Matthew and Jacob, and they have Lily and Jack to grow up with," my wife said, teasing the young potent bull.

"I saw how great they came out; who wouldn't want more like that?" Caleb said coyly.

"Well, I guess here comes your chance then. Are you ready to cum in me?" my wife said playing along, increasing her pace. Caleb's taint began to swell, bulging outwards as the heavy testicles climbed upward, as the smooth black sack swallowed behind them. Billions of hearty sperm are preparing to invade my wife, taking their places deeper within him. Caleb desperately fought to slow the eventual release deep within Sara. His face finally giving way to the climax as his perineum sucked up deep into him slowly. The massive load made its way up the enormous rod, visibly disappearing into my wife's right above. The first massive wad of semen hit Sara like a freight train. Causing her head to whip back. Her body began to respond to the countless African genetic markers starting to invade her white womb.

"Aghhggh... Uhh goddd.. Ummphh," was all my wife managed as Caleb's reproductive system went into overdrive. Nearly nine distinct jets shot into my wife before decaying into quick spasms, jettisoning the last of his genetic material in a watery mess. It was a safe day, but the amount of cum already making its way down Caleb's cock seemed concerning. The starkly contrasted mates remained savoring the moment.

"You could always let me schedule the next date and give me a real shot," Caleb said, his body more relaxed as he caught his breath.

"You still owe us a couple hundred diaper changes already," my wife jokingly turned our bull down, making my cock twitch desperately.

"I don't know, babe; it might be fun letting him try," I said, inserting myself into the conversation with humor and attempting to hide my actual desire behind my sarcasm.

"Both of you are the worst," my wife joked back as she sat herself deeper onto the limp shaft. Keeping the vast majority of Caleb's sperm intact for a while longer.

"See, he gets it," Caleb joked before running his hands across my wife's pale belly and attempting to will his sperm deeper into Sara.

"Sure, let's see you push them out then. You remember how big Matthew was; I don't think I could do that again. I'm just gonna stick with my husband for now on," the light comment from my wife making my useless balls contract slightly. Sara dismounting the impressively long limp cock. Quickly a rush of clear semen exiting her pussy onto a waiting towel. My wife's face was a mixture of embarrassment and awe at the sheer amount of cum inside her.

It became clear that Sara faced an embarrassing waddle to the bathroom to save the carpets. To save my wife the embarrassment from our bull, I told Caleb to leave before Sara got up. Caleb understood Sara's predicament and said his goodbyes as he dressed. It felt odd shaking the hand of the man I wanted to impregnate my wife again, as Caleb departed the room. My wife was slinking into the bathroom behind me. It was clear by the whitish fluid running down her left leg that a shower was her only hope of remaining clean.

I undressed; my arousal was evident as I closed the shower door behind me. My wife demonstrating her approval as she began stroking my swollen cock. My wife indulges me in some dirty talk about a possible pregnancy. She had been gently allowing the subject back into sex together as of late. Even to the rational portion of my mind, the subject of another mixed baby feels more like an embarrassment rather than the life-changing calamity we thought before Matthew and Jacob. Outside, she clarified that she wanted our next child to be white, either from a debt to me or trying to bring our lives back to a sense of normalcy. I wish I could convince her openly to take Caleb's child instead of mine. My attempts to covertly bring the topic up, even in the smallest part, are being shot down. I was thankful for at least the fantasies as my cock sprayed a healthy amount onto my wife's generous ass cheek.

"See! That's a good amount; forget all of this nonsense," my wife motioned to the massive amount of super thick cum still in her.

"It might just be easier letting him win," I joked half-heartedly, causing my wife to turn quickly and confront me.

"Ryan, I know the idea is arousing in a way," my wife's lead-up attempted to put me at ease.

"We might need to put a hold on the dirty talk about this. We have our own family to worry about; it will be hard enough with Matthew and Jacob. We owe it to Lily and Jack to ensure their next sibling is 100% related. It was fun catching up for lost time the last couple of dates, but we might want to slow things down with Caleb while we are trying to get pregnant..." My wife's words sent a quick pang of guilt through my heart.

"I'm sorry; I was just joking; I get caught up sometimes by things. I think you're right," I said, attempting to mask my genuine desire, invading my life again. My wife was relaxing at the apology, giving me a sympathetic smile.

"Thanks, babe; I enjoyed the last dates; it's not like you forced me to. I think it might be time to clean up our act," my wife attempted to alleviate any guilt I might have had.

"Would you have preferred we played it safer the last few dates?" I asked, attempting to understand my wife's unspoken desires. My wife spent a few moments attempting to formulate a coherent response.

"I mean, I do enjoy the risk sometimes if I'm being honest. It feels so wrong giving in like that, but it gives me a rush I don't get otherwise when we are completely safe. It's just afterwards that my anxiety builds after what happened last time. That's also why taking a break might be a good idea," my wife's admission forcing me to restrain my quickly hardening cock.

Later

After ensuring Caleb made it to Sasha's in one piece, we quickly prepared for bed. We looked forward to uninterrupted sleep, our first in months. My wife smells exceptional, a result of the incredibly long shower. It was clear there was more than a bit of cum still stuck in her. We placed the second bed's comforter under Sara to protect the bed underneath.

"I feel bad for housekeeping. Caleb is gonna make a mess of this comforter tonight," my wife's words quickly spurring my cock to life.

"Oh, here we go again," my wife sighed humorously, pushing her smooth ass and panties against my manhood firmly. I was wrapping my left arm around her waist when I felt my hand slide across her cum-covered thigh. I raised my hand to show my wife my hesitation to pull her closer.

"Sorry, there was more in me than I thought," my wife snorted at my embarrassment. I wiped my hand on the already ruined comforter, the surprise quelling the intimacy.

The next morning, I awoke to my wife tiptoeing into the bathroom. The comforter was soaked in one spot, the smell of Caleb's sex filling the air. In the dim light of the bathroom, a clear river of cum still trailing down her legs.

Saturday, April 3, 2021 1500L

We managed to get the entire family to Hannah's place for their pregnancy announcement party. Glad we still didn't have to worry about planning one of ours yet. Sara was gaining confidence in timing her cycle again. The small gathering was filled mainly with Hannah and Mark's family, all excited for the news. Sara and I felt somewhat out of place among them, choosing to take up real estate on the living room couch. Lily and Jack watched movies on their iPads, keeping quiet and leaving Sara and me free to take turns watching Matthew and Jacob. It was interesting to mingle with Mark's family; their South Carolina accents were heavy, and their personalities were charming. I had almost forgotten how southern Mark used to sound earlier in our friendship. The majority of his family was knee-deep in the state political system there. It made for engaging conversation, and I had to rip myself from more than a few conversations.

Hannah's family, meanwhile, was more reserved, almost snobbish. It was clear Hannah came from wealth since we first met her in college. Her family owned a large real estate company in New Jersey, and they looked the part. My wife and I struggled to generate meaningful conversations with them. It was clear there was some judgment coming from them towards us. We had taken a break from socializing and fed Jacob and Matthew on the couch. Hannah's tall sister stood across the room, giving Sara and me a less than welcomed stare. Clearly, she had some less-than-savior thoughts on our recent family additions. I almost shivered at the look of my wife glaring back at me. My wife's dark eyes burned into her, causing her to look away. Her stare was intimidating, her emotions like a mother bear protecting her young.

"Just you wait," my wife said quietly under her breath as Hannah and Mark walked over to join us. My wife quickly warmed her face before either could notice it.

"Hey, how are you three doing?" I said, giving them both a hug, and my wife followed suit.

"We're good, nervous, but good," Hannah said, rubbing her stomach through the sweater. For 12 weeks, she was pretty significant. Her athletic figure portrays the new life growing in her. There was a surreal feeling to the meeting. To the other three of us, it was clear who the birth father was. Hannah was too bruised to seduce her husband until well after her window closed, according to Sara. Hannah was still somewhat hopeful that the weekend sex with her husband afterward may have produced the results. Either way, it was clear Mark was in the dark about his new child's possible birth father.

As we made small talk, it became clear Hannah was staring at our mixed twins. It would be hard to explain things if Hannah's baby looks too much like our own twins; I began to worry. Sara and I exchanged knowing glances; we were clearly watching a months-long car crash in front of us. It was growing obvious Caleb was the father; I wondered if Hannah would make Mark wait until birth to let him know. The deceitful act making my cock twitch.