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Holly's Breeding

By: engywwok



A lot's happened in the last fourteen months. Last year, in June, my son graduated from high school. Jake was accepted to a good college and better yet he was awarded a full scholarship. Holly and I wanted to show how proud we were of his hard work so we threw a big house party. He invited all of his friends. The whole house was open. In hindsight I suppose I should have limited the number of guests. The day of the party, it appeared that everyone in his graduating class was in my house or in my backyard. Two days ago I received my signed divorce papers in the mail. 

From the onset, I was stationed at the grill. Occasionally I got as far as the drink table and, thank God, the bathroom but mostly I was surrounded by eighteen year olds swilling down sodas and eating burgers and franks like they hadn't eaten since Junior High. We limited the drink selection to cans. My thought was that with no punch bowl there was no punch to spike. That was a tactic that seemed to work very well. For most of the early evening all I saw were cans of soda, tea and juice. 

I shut down the grill at eight thirty. By nine o'clock I was lighting the torches around the perimeter of the yard. Jake started up the music. We live in a neighborhood where the yards are big and normally very quiet, I'd already alerted the neighbors to the potential for loud music and that's exactly what it was, loud with a thick hard driving beat. 

At first, no one ventured out to dance. Then Holly started it all. She made her way into the yard pulling a reluctant young man out of the crowd. I had seen her occasionally all evening but she looked different now. I remember the skirt and top being bigger and looking more proper on her when I first saw her dressing that afternoon. As she pulled her reluctant dance partner behind her, she looked downright hot. The skirt was short and form fitting. The top was tight and two buttons too many were left unfastened, revealing plenty of cleavage. She had black sandals with four inch heels that completed her ensemble. All in all, she was displaying plenty of her perfectly shaped legs and wonderful breasts. She flitted in and around the groups of graduates like a bee in a garden. In the yard with the dance music throbbing, the guy she had dragged into the middle of the yard lost his inhibitions and danced with Holly. He danced with my wife like she was one of the graduates. He freely grabbed her waist twirled her and pulled her in close for a quick dip. They circled around each other while keeping constant bodily contact. There was a collective gasp from my side of the crowd. I looked up from the sound equipment just as Holly was playfully pushing her young partner away from her. A girl in front of me whispered to her portly friend, "Did you see that? He totally just dry humped her." Just as I was going to say something the yard was inundated with dancing high school graduates. I lost sight of Holly.

The morning of the party I planted a tall PVC pole in the center of the yard. On top of it a put a pulley, a pan and several flashlights. By pulling a cord I could position the pan up or down along the pole and spin it. A remote control on the lights let me turn them on or off. After the first song, only a few minutes after Holly's exhibition, I announced "Here's how it works folks, I have no control over the lights. They're going to spin and when they stop, its your spotlight. Use it to do whatever you want. Keep it real but keep it PG!" I then turned on the lights and spun the pan. The light stopped on a couple of girls. They looked around then broke out into some fast moves that looked more like a zumba routine than dance steps. Applause and wolf whistles filled the air as the song came to an end. 

Over the loud speaker I announced, "Okay, everyone understands idea. It's your spotlight, use it!" Then I turned off the lights and gave the pan a spin. As it was coming slowly to a stop I flicked on the lights and watched as they landed on a black couple at the edge of the yard. They broke out into some great robotic moves. Again, the applause was nearly deafening. The third couple looked to be a perfect match. Both were very overweight with pale pasty skin. Immediately they broke out into complimenting dance moves. He was making worshipping movements around her. Then as if pantomiming a story she seemed to notice him for the first time and they danced together as a couple. It had to have been a practiced routine. It didn't matter to the crowd, they loved it. I continued to work the lights and the intercom. I didn't notice the time going by. Everyone was having a great time and without any of them knowing it, I had managed to keep all of the dancing clean. I felt proud of myself. 

A little after midnight I gave the light duties to Theo; a close friend of Jake's. By that time, the crowd had thinned and I had to announce to the remaining diehards that the party would be ending in forty five minutes. The house wasn't wall to wall graduates as it had been earlier; the ones that remained were bunched into groups. I heard snatches of things said such as "I'm leaving for boot camp in six weeks" and "classes start in August. My folks want me to get a summer job until then." Occasionally one or another of the grads would thank me for the party. None of them slurred their speech or had an unsteady gait. Mission accomplished. Everything was going great. I just had to find Jake and Holly so we could make the concerted announcement that the party was coming to its official end. After that, well, I had all weekend to clean up the mess. I had thought ahead and rented a steam cleaner for the carpet, but, it looked like I didn't need it. Things were looking great and I was feeling good. 

It took me a while to find Jake. Never being the social butterfly that his mother is, he was on the front porch talking with a mix of friends; some I knew and recognized from football games and PTA meetings, others I'd never seen. Jake introduced me to them all. Most of them were heading off to college with two of the bigger guys going into the Marines. "Have you seen your mom?" I asked Jake as a start to my farewell. 

"The last time I saw her, she was getting some tea from the frig. But that's been a little while ago. She's probably out back dancing; a couple of the guys from the basketball team were trying to get her to dance. One of the girls sitting on the porch swing piped up "Yeah I saw her by the bushes in the back, kind of dancing by herself. James and Kevin were talking to her."

"The bushes?" I asked while trying to envision the yard. We didn't have any 'bushes' in the back. All of the arboreta were in the front yard. Answering my unspoken question Jake offered, "The azaleas mom planted near the pine tree." I snapped my fingers and thanked the girl as I went back into the house. Walking through the dining room I reveled on how well the party had gone. For weeks Holly warned that so many happy graduates would only mean a drunken mess. She pushed for celebrating Jake's college graduation instead. I stopped and talked to a couple of boys in the kitchen and drank in my wife's wrongful assumptions. 

Holly was nowhere near the bushes. I walked around the yard and didn't find her anywhere on the property. The crowd of dancers was dwindling. For the first time I could see the neighbor's car without having to stand on the garden wall to look over the crowd. I went back into the house through the sliding glass doors in the kitchen. There was a tall black youth at the sink filling a cup. He was filling it from a small glass bottle. He didn't seem to notice me until I opened the basement door. Then he turned just as I was heading down the stairs. "Hey man, they're meeting down there..." I turned around and looked up. He shot me a look of pure terror then disappeared as if fleeing a crime scene. I could have gone upstairs and looked for him. But, just as I was weighing that option, I heard my wife's slurred speech. "Now, that wasn't part of the deal. No touching mister." Between bursts of giggles she said "Now you know we shouldn't be doing this. I'm married. And you're...?"

A stern male voice replied, "I'm eighteen, we is all old enough. Now come on bitch. You know you want it." "No I don't want it." Holly didn't sound very stern and the giggle that followed betrayed her protest. 

I stood on the steps not daring to move, but instead, tried to hear more than just my heart beat. I was worried that whoever was down there with Holly could hear my breathing. I took a couple more steps. I was nearly at the bottom. The basement is divided into two equal sized parts. The side to my right was where the laundry, water heater and furnace were located. On my left was the entertainment room. It has a pool table, foosball table and big screen TV. The steps are walled on both sides.

I was standing on the last step going down. The light over the pool table was spilling onto the landing in front of me. As if on cue, the light dimmed. I stepped onto the landing and turned to see my wife leaning over the pool table. Her head was down and she was facing the green felt. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist. There were several plastic cups sitting on the window ledge. 

"Oh God, that feels good; damn good. I told you I'd show you my panties. I didn't say you could touch me that wasn't part of the deal." Holly pronounced coyly. She was wagging her head back and forth and cooing when another voice said, "See, now, she likes being double crossed." 

In a deep baritone that emanated from the back of the room, someone replied 'I thinks she just likes being touched; don't you bitch?" 

"Now, you shouldn't talk to me like that." Holly said just before she folded her arms under her chest and laid the full weight of her torso onto the table. She slowly curled her chin into her chest and screamed, "Oh God, I'm cumming." Wet sobs competed with words as I heard her wetly repeat to herself "I'm coming, I'm coming. Yes, yes, I'm coming so good." Holly screeched so loudly that I looked up the stairs to make sure no one heard her. 

When I looked back, Holly wasn't alone. A tall black youth was standing behind her. With one hand he was wiping his mouth. He ran the other hand up my wife's back. 

"Yeah, the bitch loves being touched. The eighteen year old said as he flashed a big toothy smile toward the area of the couch and TV. With both hands he positioned Holly over the table. With one hand on her neck, he used his other to pull up her skirt and fondled her ass. The way his arm was flexing he looked like he was kneading her firm round ass like bread dough. 

From the TV area came "Don't much matter what she loves. What the bitch wants is a fucking. Now you gonna give it to her or am I gonna have to come over there and do it?" The pool table was set up perpendicular to the stair well and only a couple of feet from the landing. The TV was mounted on the back wall. I'd have to step into the room to see who was talking so crudely about my wife. Before I took that step my wife moved and turned her head toward the man behind her and mumbled something. He stepped back and Holly leaned over the table and fully stretched herself out. He unfastened his pants and pressed his black body against my wife's pale white ass. Holly's mouth opened and I could hear the thick inhalation of her excitement. 

The black youth bared his teeth as he rubbed head of his enormous cock up and down my wife's sex. "You want this black cock don't you slut! You've been wanting some of this your whole life. Now you gonna get it, not just one but all ours. We gonna give you a enough black cock so that you aint gonna want anything else." 

Suddenly, he shoved his pelvis forward. Holly rose up onto the table another eight or nine inches and moaned "Oh God that's it. Stick that big black thing in me. Fuck me, fuck me good." 

The black man grabbed a handful of Holly's hair and said through clenched teeth. "Oh I'm going fuck you good, bitch. You got yours. Now you're going to give me mine. You've been strutting around here all night in that tiny little skirt, making all of us brothers hard. When you flashed me that big smile of yours I knew this was what you wanted. I knew it. I knew it." 

Holly was in a state of utter bliss beneath the muscular eighteen year old black kid. She reached out to the side pockets of the table and held on as he savagely fucked her. Through his relentless thrusts the black man took off his shirt and threw it on the chair in the corner. Then with a smile toward his friends he said, "I can't be getting my shit all sweaty, I got other bitches to get with tonight." There was a cackle from his unseen audience which was then followed by, "You ain't getting with anybody. Damn, Darnell you is too ugly. If it weren't for this MILF wanting some black cock, your cock would be as dry as a bone." 

Darnell flipped his antagonist the bird, then leaned over my wife with his hands planted on either side of her waist and hammered his cock into her like an overheated engine. Through Holly's moans and the clamor from upstairs I could only make out bits and pieces of what he was saying to my wife. What I did hear was chilling. 

"Yeah you is keeping my dick real wet. Your pussy is loving my black meat. Damn you started creaming the moment I put my tongue in you and look at you now; spreading your legs, lifting your ass like a bitch in heat. You a bitch in heat?"

Holly spread her legs wider and used her left hand to reach back and pull her lover closer. "Oh God, I'm cumming. I'm cumming again." Holly was trembling. She put her hand back on the table and just as she regained her grip her trembling grew to a violent shaking and a high piercing wail escaped from her lips.

Darnell laughed. He grabbed her hips and held her in place. Instead of pounding her pussy he ground his hips into her. His groin never lost contact with Holly's ass, so it was that each forward stroke was an attempt to get his cock as deep into my wife's unprotected vagina as possible. He was no longer fucking this 'bitch' but instead was working toward his own forthcoming orgasm. Now she was nothing more than a receptacle; a white, mature baby maker. 

He laid his weight on top of her; sandwiching her between his dark skin and the hard table top. Then he flexed as if trying to push her down through the slate. He was emptying his black testicles into her pussy and making her his own. Holly must have realized this because she began to stir. "Please no, no you can't cum inside me. No don't, don't I'm not on anything. I could get pregnant. Please pull out. Oh my God please, I'm so sorry, please." 

"Bitch it's too late for all that shit. I busted a big ole nut in your pussy. Felt good didn't it? Yeah, it felt real good, just a couple of minutes ago you were pulling me down on you. Now you all crying and shit. Fuck that. You best shape up cause you got more coming." 

Listening to the black youth, I thought he would continue to fuck her. But no, he pulled up his pants and put on his shirt. "There's some good trim upstairs. I got to check out the bitches in the yard. See you dogs later." I backed up and ducked around the corner into the laundry room. Darnell took the steps two at a time and was gone almost instantly. 

From above, in the kitchen I heard Darnell say something and the floor creaked as if someone was stomping their feet but the door at the top of the steps remained closed and I turned my attention back to the pool table. 

A tall skinny black youth approached Holly. She had begun to get up and stand away from the pool table. She had her skirt in her fist but the approaching youth pulled it from her hand and tossed it back on to the floor. He then turned her toward the table and shoved her torso onto the table top. With one hand on her back he held her down and with the other he undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. Holly let out a grunt when the youth pushed his pelvis forward. Then she screamed when he rammed himself even farther forward; pressing her against the edge of the table and burying his manhood deep inside her sex. The scream made me look up the steps for anyone who may come down to investigate, but the door stayed shut. 

When I turned back to the pool table, the black youth was still holding Holly down. His arm was fully extended and in his hand was knot of her hair. His other hand was roughly fondling her firm buttocks. The black youth was a perfect contrast to my very pale wife. He was dark skinned, skinny with several tattoos across his chest. He was lean and sinewy with stark white teeth and yellow eyes. He reminded me of a kid accustomed to the streets. Always ready to fight and looking for a reason to do so. My wife lay soft and compliant beneath his onslaught. Holly's mature body took his savage mating as if it were a normal occurrence. She never once attempted to pull away from his pounding pelvis; in fact she pushed back and lifted her ass for him. When he suddenly pulled her hair, she arched her back even more and moaned loudly and deep like a transfixed whore. 

Holly's big breasts bounced with each of her black lover's thrust. Holly kept her eyes partially shut and moaned through what must have been one continuous orgasm. After several minutes, she started to fall back onto the table but the black youth caught her around the shoulders and pulled her back up. 

"That's it bitch, keep that ass up and spread those legs."Holly obediently arched her back farther and spread her legs giving her young black lover full access to her pussy." "Fuck yeah. This cunt is hot. She came off all snooty and shit when she first came down here but look at her now man. Taking a train of black cock. This fucking snooty bitch loves the black meat. Don't you baby. You love taking all of this black cock into your wide open pussy. 

Holly moaned her affirmation but that wasn't enough for the black youth. He pushed himself hard against her ass and ground his full length into my wife's cunt. She looked like an addict getting a long needed fix. Our whole family could have been standing around the pool table and she wouldn't have cared. 

The black brute continued to grind himself into her cunt. He wrapped an arm around her chest and squeezed her left breast and put his mouth close to her ear and hissed, "To the whole world, your some high class, snooty white bitch livin in a big ass house. But, tell me baby, what if your little Jake came bouncing down them steps right now? What's the whole world gonna think of you then? Huh, what's yo husband gonna think when he sees you dripping my nut down your leg. This the kind of picture that you want to send your poor son away to college with? A climax on your face and my cock black cock in your pussy?" 

Holly's eyes opened wide. Like suddenly awake, she gazed around the room. Her breathing started to come in bursts. She seemed to be on the verge of hysteria. He stopped his humping. Held her tightly against the edge of the table and spoke in slow measured tones and slowly calm came over her. 

"Once you came down I knew what you were looking for. We made sure no one else was gonna come down after you. Jake ain't coming down here. You need to take care of the business you started here. Enjoy your ride on the train. There ain't no lying on the table taking it easy. We be pulling this train so you need to show that you is enjoying the ride." 

One of his black hands dropped to her pussy and he held it up to her face. His first two fingers glistened wetly in the light from the hanging light. "Now get nasty, real nasty and make this secret worth the trouble of keeping it. I mean we don't want to put a blemish on Jake's freshman year, do we?"

Holly shook her head then lowered her mouth and sucked the juices off his black fingers. "Now tell us what you want." He demanded as he returned his fingers to her pussy. He continued to grind his pelvis into her. Holly put her hands on the edge of the table and lifted her ass. "I want you young bucks to fuck me just like when I was in high school. I want to party with you and not have a single regret about it." 


Holly's Breeding Ch. 02



I apologize that I didn't let everyone know that the first installment was one of three. It was never meant to stand alone. 

This is an interracial cuckold story, if that offends you then you may not want to read this. 

*

The day after the party, I busied myself around the house cleaning up spills and taking down decorations. Holly exited every room that I entered as if no singular room could hold the two of us simultaneously. I avoided dinner by returning the carpet cleaner around four o'clock and then I didn't return until after eight. Holly didn't ask why it had taken so long. As a matter of fact, we really didn't talk for the rest of the evening and she ended up going to bed early. The bedroom was dark when I came to bed. I had a hard time falling asleep. I should have been furious over the hurt she had inflicted on me but I wasn't; I was numb. 

In the morning, Holly was already up and feeding the dogs when I got out of bed. She asked me how I slept and made small talk about Jake's road trip with his friends. Jake and two of his friends were going on a road trip to the Grand Canyon. They were leaving on Wednesday. 

Holly started in with, "When I was teenager, my parents never would have let me just drive across four states so I could stare at a hole in the ground. Even if it is a big hole, they would have said it was dumb." As she spoke, Holly stared at her coffee cup. She was turning slowly in her hands. It was as if she'd never seen it before. When she finally looked up for my response I just shrugged my shoulders and ate my yogurt. 

I didn't kiss Holly goodbye. We always kiss goodbye. That morning I finished my bran cereal, filled my travel mug and simply walked out. 

The day was a blur. I couldn't think and I couldn't feel anything. My Monday meetings came and went. I went out for lunch but didn't eat anything, I just sat in the restaurant's parking lot staring at people happily coming and going. I drove back to the office when my time was up. To this day I can't remember much of that day except the stupid ass conversation Holly started in the morning and what she started to say when I came home after work. Holly was in the kitchen, she immediately began talking as if I had been home all day. 

"Honey, your mom called. She wants you to call her, she wants to get Jake something for the trip but she said she first wants to know if you could pick it up. I think it's an emergency kit for the car. Sounds like a great idea but why didn't she just give it to him the day before the party? Ya know; she was here, you had that week off, now, you'll have to drive the hour and a half to get a what, at most, a hundred dollar gift? Don't get me wrong, it's a great gift and it's practical. We could pick one up and she could just pay us back. I mean come on..."

I walked into the kitchen, Holly was putting some silverware in the drawer. She looked the same as she did a week, a month or a year ago. The kitchen was the same, the garage was the same; hell everything looked the same. Nothing was out of the ordinary there were no smells or auras to make anyone think that less than two days ago my wife ran a train on my pool table begging each man to put a baby in her belly. 

"No." I said out loud. I was staring at the floor tile. 

"Exactly what I thought" Holly said.

I dropped my bag and slowly turned my head back and forth. My eyes never left the floor tiles. My jaw clenched as I repeated, "No" over and over. Each iteration brought more force so my head jerked from side to side and my words came like a controlled shout. 

"What the hell?" Holly said and stepped back away from the silverware drawer. "What's going on?" she asked with alarm in her voice and widening eyes. 

How could she sit there and talk to me about my mother's shortcomings? How could she say anything? A couple of days ago she was sucking a fat black man's cock in our basement. The true sin of it was acting as if nothing had ever happened. 

I looked up and held her gaze as I blurted, "I know what happened downstairs."

Holly's mouth dropped open. She started to say something inane but I wouldn't let her. I jabbed my finger at her and told her that she needed to get the fuck out of my house. She started to stammer and fell to a heap on the floor. After that, I was deaf to her . She pleaded, apologized and even tried to explain, but I could only hear my own fury. It was like I was standing in the middle of a tornado. The sound was deafening. I heard nothing as I crossed the kitchen, scooped up my wife at the waist and walked her out to the garage. 

She started to fight me as I crossed the threshold. So I let go and stood over her. She was saying something. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and she was choking on her hysteria. "Get up and get into your car." I told her. When she didn't respond, I continued with, "If you don't, I'm going to put you in there myself and I guarantee, if I do, your first stop will be to the hospital." 

Like a marionette with loose strings, she pulled herself up. Keeping a hand on the side of the Lexus she walked to the driver's door and got in. I hit the garage door opener and while it was going up approached the car. She had the nerve to look scared. I ignored the hypocrisy and told her, "I'm going to tell Jake that you had to go see your sister. He's leaving in a couple of days. It's best you not come around until he's gone." 

Through a stream of pathetic tears Holly croaked, "I'm sorry, it won't ever happen again. Please tell me we can talk soon. I can explain, it shouldn't have happened, I know, nothing like that will happen again." She droned on but I just pointed toward the street and told her to get out. She backed out and stopped in the middle of the street. The car was blocking both directions of traffic. Holly was staring at me with eyes as sad as any I had ever seen. I loved those eyes, steel gray with flecks of green and gold. A Toyota came up the street and stopped abruptly. It was Gary our neighbor two houses down. He didn't honk, he was too polite for that, instead he backed up a little and started to get out of his car. 

"Holly, are you OK? Won't the car move?" Gary called out as he got out of his car. 

Holly didn't respond. I walked briskly down the driveway, "I got it Gary. The car jerked a little and then stalled." At Holly's window I bent over glared balefully at my slut wife and told her in no uncertain terms to get the hell away from the house and off the street. 

Holly sat motionless. I stared at her for several moments then reached in and turned the steering wheel to the right and said simply, "Leave". 

"I'm not leaving until you agree to talk. I can't just leave, we can forgive each other for so much, we can forgive this..." Holly's tear streaked cheeks and wet eyes would normally have melted my heart but this time I was more worried about Gary finding out we were on the verge of a divorce. 

"Hey Gary" I shouted over my shoulder. When he answered, I yelled, "We'll get the car out of the way. I think she just mistook the gas for the brake. Thank God no one was in the street when she floored it. Hold on just a second." 

After I heard Gary's car door shut I stared at Holly. The rage was mounding inside me. I began to hear only wind. My vision closed in around me so I could only see her eyes. They were fixed on me, unblinking and unmoving. Holding onto my emotions I quietly asked her to leave. Once again she said she wasn't leaving. "We need to talk" she said. I told her that we would talk later. 

"When", she asked. 

I answered "Saturday" 

Holly nodded, put the car in drive and pulled half way into the drive way. Gary passed and waved a thank you. Holly then pulled out, saying she would call on Saturday. I just nodded and waved her on. 

The rest of the week was a blur. Thankfully I have a great boss. I went in the next day, after a sleepless night and told him that Holly and I were having some difficulties. Then I asked if I could have the rest of the week off. He only asked if everything was OK. After I answered, "She's moved out." he told me to take the time off. 

For three days I was alone. Jake was on his road trip and thankfully Holly didn't try to call me. Thursday and Friday I went out and got blitzed. I hadn't been that drunk in decades. I was just getting over my hangover when I got dressed to meet Holly at the Crossroads Inn. It's a little restaurant that she and I frequented. I didn't want her in the house and Crossroads had tables widely dispersed so conversations could be at least semi-private. It was also far from home and dimly lit. a public restauran forced us both to be civil, respectful and most of all, quiet. Hopefully there would be no emotional scenes. 

The first meeting went exactly as planned. I got there a little late and Holly was already sitting in a corner booth. Before joining her, I asked the hostess if we could move to a table near the center. Holly looked confused but moved without a word. We sat quietly and ate our salads. She started off with "I'm sorry." I don't remember much of the rest. The first two words were so perfunctory she might as well have been apologizing for scratching the car. 

She said something about a fantasy and her father being a bigot. She had always said he made jokes about the 'black boys' loving white girls. In high school, whenever she announced she was going on a date, his first question was always, "is he white?" I was on my second Gin and tonic when she admitted that in college she had dated a black guy. That was nothing new, but, I lowered my glass as Holly surprised me with details. His name was Jeff and he was big. He had a barrel chest, a small waist and enough self determination for both of them. 

They only went out for a couple of weeks. I guess I had always assumed that their relationship had been platonic. After all, when Holly and I were dating it took well over a month to get more than a kiss. What took me a month to get, Jim had gotten on the first date. 

Its funny how the mind works; Holly must have mentioned her obsession for Jim four or maybe five times. She said that she did whatever he asked and that some of those things were sexual. Just as she was beginning to elaborate, the food came and immediately the conversation changed to the entree. Our waitress, Jenny, asked about Jake. We've known her for years so we struck up a conversation about our kids. Holly and I didn't mention our separation. Jenny's daughter was going to be a senior this year. That interruption steered the conversation away from Holly's life long deception. That deception didn't re-enter my mind until I was in my car driving home. 

I thought I knew Holly's sexual history. We're like any couple; the question of past sexual partners had come up and we talked it over. She never mentioned having sex with a black man. Hell she never alluded to any desire for interracial sex. That paradox haunted me for seven long days. As we were leaving Crossroads Holly asked if we could meet again. I nodded, but that wasn't enough for her. "How about on Tuesday night?" she asked as she moved her head so she could look into my face. 

My mind was a blank. The only thing I remember about that moment was the need to get away from Holly. Her presence was confusing me, so I brusquely shook my head, told her Friday and walked to my car. Through the week we talked several times over the phone. None of it was about sex. Each call was about Jake or things at the house that she suddenly needed. 

Except that we met again at Crossroads; the second meeting was nothing like the first. Holly came in just a couple of minutes after me. The restaurant was busy but even with all the hustle and bustle, noise and confusion it was impossible not to notice her. She looked fantastic. She was wearing a dark blazer and a thin silk top. Her brief matching skirt fell to about mid thigh. She elegantly walked to our table atop a pair of acrylic mules. "Hi, I hope this seat isn't taken" Holly said with a smile that made my cock twitch. I got up and pulled the chair out for her. Her cologne was new. It was nothing I had smelled before, it was arousing, almost intoxicating. I swallowed hard so I could make time to clear my head. When I sat back down, I noticed that all of the men sitting close to us were staring at Holly. 

Throughout dinner, sitting across from me was a Holly that I hadn't seen in twenty years. This was the Holly I had met and fell in love with; vivacious funny, engaging and most of all gorgeous. As Jenny took away our uneaten appetizers I switched to iced tea. I learned years ago never to mix intoxicants. 

Holly's legs were smooth and taut. She made a show of crossing them and then uncrossing crossing them as she leaned in and laughed at my old jokes. Through the entree her eyes never left mine. We both shrugged off dessert but agreed to some coffee. 

Holly sat back and held a packet of sweetener over the hot black coffee that steamed in her little white porcelain cup. I watched the white powder drift down and instantly dissolve in the black liquid. Slowly I realized that Holly was talking. My eyes lifted a little and stopped. There, only three feet away were the tops of her breasts. Her cleavage was exquisite. She was wearing the silver locket I had given her on our tenth anniversary; it sat atop the cleft between her large breasts. A few weeks ago I could have reached across the table and held that locket in my hand. Now, that distance was an unfathomable abyss. I looked up and saw that Holly's lips were moving. She was still talking but I hadn't heard a single word. 

The woman sitting across from me was not Jake's mother. She wasn't my wife of over twenty years. She was a lean, self determined mature woman as ripe as an August peach. Damn, I could barely keep my hands on the table. I looked into her eyes and for the first time I heard what she was saying. "I just love this place. It's really come a long way since the first time you and I came here. Remember how, we thought it was too expensive? We could only come after you got a bonus or when we sold something, like that oak entertainment center." She leaned in and gave me a beautiful smile and in doing so exposed the majority of her ample breasts. 

Holly leaned back in her chair. My gaze was slow to follow. When I was finally looking directly into her eyes she said coolly "I'm so glad we're not like that any more. Aren't you?" 

I nodded and swallowed hard as she crossed her legs. She was confusing me by talking with two voices; one I could hear with my ears, the other well made me adjust my pants. The small talk continued. None of it had any real substance but I didn't want to leave. The view was outstanding. Unfortunately, the bill did finally come and Jenny was entirely too quick in processing my credit card. 

As I walked Holly out the door, I turned to say goodbye to Jenny and saw Nearly every man in the restaurant was staring at Holly. I hurried to join her. Because of a tree blocking the street light, the parking lot was dark. A light breeze made what light there was dance so that shadows and forms were hard to discern from each other. She was walking toward the far end of the parking lot, but I didn't see her car in front of us. 

"Where's your car?" I asked turning in a complete circle. 

"I borrowed the minivan." Holly said and pulled a key out of her pocket and the lights of a van in the far corner blinked. 

"Oh, is there something wrong with your car." 

"No." Holly answered casually. "I let Belinda use it and she wasn't home in time so I took hers" 

I volunteered to walk her to the van. There was only one other car close by but there was a thicket behind the parking lot and in the dark it didn't look safe. 

When we got to the van, Holly opened the door then turned back to me. She didn't say anything she just looked up into my eyes. I told her something inane about the dinner and that she looked great. Just as I began to ask about our next 'date' Holly wrapped her arms around my neck and planted those soft red lips on mine. 

I slid open the van's side door and put Holly in the back seat. When the door was closed behind me, I dove on top of my wife. As I suspected, she was braless under that tight silk top and jacket. As best I could, I stood over Holly and watched her undress. I didn't move or say anything until she was completely naked. Then, with a motion of my right hand I indicated that she was to undo my pants. 

Holly deftly unsnapped my pants and took my cock into her mouth. My wife had never liked sucking my cock and consequently she was never very good at it. This newly minted Holly was something altogether different. She licked the underside of my shaft and delicately sucked each of my testicles. She bathed my cock with her tongue and slowly pumped it with her hands until she was able to get it all into her mouth. There was no other sound but those coming from her mouth as she made slow deliberate love to my cock. When I grunted and put both of my hands on the back of her head. She didn't fight me or try to push my hands away, no, instead she opened wider and pushed forward until her chin could go no farther. 

This Holly swallowed my semen. Initially, I grabbed the back of her head to make sure she didn't pull away. A month ago such a move would have started a horrific fight. But there in the van it was wholly unnecessary. I felt her throat and mouth muscles contract as she swallowed jet after jet of my pent up passion. I fucked her twice. Right there in the parking lot, I took my pleasure as she was bent over the back of the seat. Holly moaned and called out to Jesus as I plowed into her. When I came, I forgot the old Holly and didn't pull out. I didn't care if it 'made a mess'. No, I jammed my cock deep into her cunt and filled her. And when I wanted to do it again, I did. Without asking for permission and without additional seduction, I simply put her into the position and rammed my manhood home. 

Finally, with the windows steamed I sat in the passenger seat and put my clothes back on. Holly sat motionless as I dressed. When I was finished and I began to leave, she asked "will I see you again?" 

As I was leaving I nodded and told her "I guess, next week I suppose." She was still naked laying across the seat when I closed the door. The parking lot was deserted. I sat in my car and watched Holly move around inside the van. The van started and she pulled away. This Holly was a different person, maybe better than the old Holly. No matter what she was, sex with this slut was definitely the best sex I'd ever had.

The next morning, as I was getting ready for work the phone rang. The caller ID showed that it was Holly. I didn't pick it up. She called my cell at noon. I let it go to voicemail. I went home at the usual time. I made a ham sandwich and poured myself a beer and sat on the sofa. Before the news was over the doorbell rang. I let it ring several times before I answered. It was Holly. She was wearing a T-shirt and shorts. 

"Hi, I tried to call but I guess you were busy. I thought we could, well, talk or something." Holly said slowly. She looked around me as if trying to see if anyone else was home. 

"Come on in. I'm sorry, I just didn't want to talk." I told her as I turned away and went back to my spot on the sofa. Again, she started with a perfunctory apology. She added words like "really" to "I'm sorry" and "big" to "I made a mistake" I suppose all of this meant that her contrition was growing. 

I didn't say much in return, hell, I didn't know what to say. So l listened to her prattle on about drinking too much and letting herself go too far with a fantasy. She said she was really sorry and would never do it again. After she said that she would do anything to make it up to me. I turned off the TV and told her that I wanted the same thing that she gave those black guys. Her smile came too quickly, suddenly I knew I was being played, but when she took my cock into her mouth I no longer cared.  




Holly's Breeding Ch. 02



I told Holly to take her clothes off. She got off the sofa and stood in front of me. Our eyes locked as she dropped her shorts. She wasn't wearing panties. Taking her shirt off revealed what I already knew. She also wasn't wearing a bra. I tapped the cushion beside me. Holly lay there, naked so I stood and bent over her. She had my cock in her mouth, licking and sucking on it loudly. 

"Play with yourself. Make yourself wet." I told her. But the direction probably wasn't necessary. She rubbed her clit and dipped her fingers into her hole as if it were the most normal thing she had ever done. I grabbed the back of her head and held it so I could fuck her mouth. In a few moments I was coming. I didn't let her pull away, but found that she wasn't going anywhere. She gulped down my semen like a well trained slut. I backed up and looked down at her and for the first time asked a question about that night. "You said that you wanted them to knock you up. Are you pregnant?" 

"No" she said without taking her eyes from mine. 

"How can you be so sure?" I asked with a tinge of anger. 

"That morning I put my diaphragm in. I was hoping that you and I were going to have sex..." Holly continued but I headed her off.

"So instead you have a gangbang with three of Jake's friends? That's fucked up." 

Holly swallowed then slowly added, "That was a big mistake. I didn't plan it. I had been dancing and enjoying myself when I went into the kitchen for some tea. One of the guys said that he had something to go along with that and offered me a pint. I thought and wrongfully so, what the hell? I took a drink. The guy chided me on taking such a small drink and my pride got the best of me so I took a long gulp. One thing led to another and I ended up downstairs where the other three had more booze."

I cut her off by summing up the rest of her story "So you were already horny and then you got drunk with three horny black guys" 

Holly bit her lower lip as she admitted that was what happened. She spread her legs and fingered herself as she described it "I went down stairs feeling pretty good. When I got to the bottom Darnell was heading up and nearly knocked me over. He was running up the stairs. When we both stood up I asked him what was the big rush; he looked at me kind of funny and said "there's no rush now." 

He backed up and thanked me for a great party. I was feeling kind of naughty so I said that it wasn't great yet, but, getting there. The big guy said something about the way I danced. I told them that I liked dancing. Eventually one of the guys asked if I liked dancing close. I was feeling kind of playful so I said, 'is there any other way to dance?' We all laughed and I asked what they were doing. Kevin, the big guy, said they were having a quiet little party away from the noise and confusion. I told them that I thought that was a great idea. So he offered me a refreshment."

Holly closed her eyes and stuck two fingers into her pussy. With the fingers fully inserted, she used her thumb to massage her clitoris. Her eyes closed and she started to breath hard. Before she could climax I demanded that she finish her story. 

"I took the drink. It tasted like fruit punch. I could barely tell there was any alcohol in it. I'm sure there was a lot, because right away I started getting warm all over. When I finished it, Kevin filled the cup and handed it back to me. I asked him if he was trying to get me drunk. He said that I knew what was in the cup. I couldn't argue and, yes, I drank it. We got to talking, they were pretty funny guys. We laughed and joked around, I'm sure they filled my cup more than a couple of times. Looking back it seems like it was a lot longer than it actually was, I suppose we must have drank a lot more than I realized. They talked about dancing and that the best dancing was dirty. When I asked what made dancing 'dirty' they said well of course touching made it dirty. 

When I said that just touching someone doesn't make an act 'dirty' Darnell said that I haven't been touched right. He got behind me and put his arms around my waist. He pulled me tight against him and we swayed to the music. I started the day horny and now these guys were playing on it. When the music was done I told them that I didn't feel dirty. I wasn't lying, I was just plain horny." 

I motioned for Holly to stand up in front of the couch. We kissed for a moment but she seemed to know what I wanted. She put her knees on the cushions and bent over. Spreading herself for me, she continued her story, "Darnell said that he could change that with a single touch. I bet him that he couldn't. Suddenly he touched me between my legs. I guess I didn't react fast enough because he didn't just touch me with his finger. He got down on his knees behind me. Before I even thought about what was going on I was bending over the pool table. He was licking me, a black man was putting his tongue in my private places. I was so bad; I was being licked by a black man and I was letting two other black men watch him do it to me."

"What happened next?" I asked Holly as my thrusting gained in momentum. I needed to hear her side of the story. I wanted know just how much she had deluded herself. 

"I laid over the table and let him give me one of the best orgasms I've ever had. Damn it was great. All I could think of was how nasty I was acting. Good women don't let black men lick them like that. After I came, Darnell bent me over the table and he took me. My God it was great. He put that black thing inside me." Holly stopped talking. She dropped her head and her pussy was suddenly a sodden mess. 

"So you liked being fucked by Darnell?" I hissed. 

"Yes"

"Why" I asked as my cock and balls were soaked with her juices. 

"He is so big. He gave me exactly what I wanted." She said in a low whisper.

"What did you need?" 

"Sin" Holly said through a long exhale. Then she continued, her speech was pressured but understandable. "I can be bad. I can do things that I want to do. Good, bad, wrong I can do them all. Those girls in the videos you and I used to watch. The ones with the big black men, I always wanted to be like them. They didn't give a damn is someone saw them. They didn't care is their parents knew what they were doing. And they liked what they were doing. Holly stopped rolling her hips. She spread her legs and looked back at me. I was still inside her; still getting drenched by her juices. She was obviously reliving her time with in the basement. 

"They liked it. They all liked it." She said to me with glazed eyes. Her stomach contracted as she grunted and momentarily dropped toward the cushions. I held her up by putting my arms around her and not letting her fall. 

"You seem to love it." I grunted. 

Holly only cooed. Then she added "I did." 

"That was it? You only fucked Darnell?" I asked as I pounded her harder. She was lying and willfully keeping information from me. My pace quickened as did the severity of my thrusts. She was so wet and loose that I wasn't getting the friction I needed to get off. 

Suddenly, Holly collapsed onto couch. She quickly rolled onto her back. She had a mischievous glint in her. She ran her tongue over her top teeth and said, "fuck me like this. I want to look you in the eye." 

I knelt down and once again buried myself easily in the sodden mess between her legs. It was amazing, truly amazing, when I first put my finger in her cunt it was wet but no more than any of her amorous nights with me. With her thoughts turned to that night, with those young black men, her body reacted as if they were here and she was pulling that train all over again. 

Her ass was on the edge of the couch. I was kneeling in front of her driving in and out of her like a steel piston. Holly reached up to the backs of her knees and held her legs up. The room was filled with the wet sounds of our fucking. I didn't smell her perfume anymore, instead, I smelled the thick tang of her arousal. 

Holly's eyes were slits as she looked up at me and began to speak. "Oh no." she said like a prayer. Then, after a short pause and a languid lick of her full red lips she continued, "Oh no. Darnell was great but he was too undisciplined. He could fuck. Oh boy could he fuck but he was all muscle and power. I did what he wanted because he was stronger than me. His cock was huge and he used it well, but when he was done, one of his friends wanted me. 

He was thick and black. He didn't say anything kind. He knew what he wanted. Oh God, he knew what I wanted and damn, did he ever give it to me." Holly's eyes widened and for the first time while lying on her back she looked at me and seemed to see me, and not a silhouette of someone else. "He made me be the whore I am." Holly's pussy began to convulse. It tightened around my cock like a muscled fist. 

"Then, do you know what happened" Holly asked. She sounded like she was using her last gasp of air. I knew what happened next. Holly fucked, no worshipped an obese black man and his huge black cock. But instead I just replied, "He had another friend?" 

"Oh yes." She admitted. Then she admitted more, talking as if recounting a dream "He was so big. I was so bad letting him touch me. God, it was so hot seeing his big black hands on my body, my body. He touched me all over. I kissed him and loved his uncircumcised penis. It was so big and sweaty." With her right hand she let go of her leg and rubbed her clitoris. I could feel her fingers through the walls of her sex. 

Her cunt was tightening around my cock. I didn't think I could make it through this onslaught, but I had to. I couldn't orgasm just yet, not until her story was complete. I steadied my pace and urged her to tell me more. 

I kept a steady rhythm and Holly started to speak. It was more free association than any real story. She said, "He is so big and black. We looked so different. I didn't think he would fit inside me but he made it go. I came just looking at the contrast between us. But he's so big. At first I thought he was going to take it easy on me but that's not his way. His way made me. I accepted it and was glad. He fucked me so hard." 

"Where did you fuck him?" I asked.

Holly focused her gaze on me and answered, "Downstairs over the back of the couch, but I kept falling over so he bent me over the side of the pool table." 

"Was this before or after the party?"

Holly glibly admitted, "I could hear Jake's friends walking around upstairs. The music was still playing outside. You were upstairs somewhere. It was so hot knowing that all of those people were just a few feet away and yet..."

"And yet there you were fucking three of your son's friends down in the basement and loving every second of it." I finished for her. 

Holly flashed me a languid smile. She was still rubbing her clitoris. "Thinking about that night makes you wet." I said pointing out the obvious. 

"It was incredible." Holly said huskily then I felt two of her fingers invade her pussy. There was plenty of space. In fact her pussy seemed to expand with the added intrusion. She was looser with my cock sliding under her fingers than before she inserted them. 

All of this was so new. Her fingers were too much, I screamed "oh fuck" and came inside her. As I was still coming Holly's fingers came out of her hole and she vigorously rubbed herself to a convulsing climax. 

Once we were finished, I picked up our clothes. She stayed on the couch. Semen leaked out of her gaping cunt onto the carpet. The old Holly always needed a tissue so she could scrub my semen off her skin. A fight would ensue if any got on the furniture. This slutty doppelganger didn't need a tissue. She laid there on the couch in a silent revelry. Her grin didn't fade even when the semen began to drip and plop onto the floor. I sat bare assed on the recliner and faced her as I dressed. She didn't move until I pulled my pants up and buckled my belt. When I stood up and began to pull my shirt over my head, Holly suddenly jumped up to dress.

Holly stayed for a couple of hours and we micro waved some leftover Chinese. At the kitchen table, when she tried to hold my hand I pulled it back and said, "it's late and we both have to work tomorrow. I think you should go." Holly slowly nodded her agreement and without further preamble grabbed the few things she had requested; a bra, some skirts for work and a few pieces of jewelry and headed for the door. I offered to help her to her car but she just kept walking and didn't answer my questions. I watched her put the things on the passenger seat and get in behind the wheel. "Do you want to see me tomorrow?" was the only thing she said. I nodded and told her yes. Tomorrow turned out to be every day for five straight days. 

Each day started the same way. She came through the door, and no more than got into the living room when she was on her knees sucking and licking my cock. She acted like she needed it more than her last meal. For the first couple of days she automatically started with a recounting of her infidelity. How naughty she had been and that she needed to make it up to me. But her narrative changed over the last three days. She didn't mention the party or her sexual transgression. Instead she was quiet and when she did speak she said she loved to fuck and that she wanted me to masturbate inside her. 

By the end of the fifth day I was anxious to get out of work and go home. That night was no disappointment. Holly knocked on the door at exactly six thirty. I opened the door slowly. It was raining. She was in a long tan raincoat that was tied at the waist. She was wearing tan pumps and a gorgeous smile. 

Holly walked into the house and right past the foyer closet where we hung the coats. I watched her walk into the living room and drop the coat onto the floor. She was completely naked. Her shapely, tone legs were utterly smooth. She had obviously just gotten a manicure and pedicure. Her heels made her perfect ass jut up at just the right height. Her pubic hair was thin and trimmed to a small patch on her mound. Her hair fell lightly on her shoulders. Her mascara, lipstick and foundation were light but perfect. I've never seen her eyes quite so blue. I felt like I was looking at a different woman. How, over all of these years, could I have not noticed such a slender, perfect body? 

Without a word I approached her. My movements were deliberate because seeing her was seeing perfection and that never lasts. A nagging voice from the back of my mind kept silently whispering "you are being played." The voice grew in intensity. As I reached out for Holly's hand the voice was screaming "don't be a fool. You are being played. Fuck she is manipulating you!" But, Holly's soft hand instantly banished the voice and all of its logic. 

With the front door still open and Holly wearing only her heels, she knelt in front of me and held me transfixed with her smoldering gaze as she unfastened my pants and took out my cock. 

I've been married for nearly all of my adult life. I've been faithful and have taken my marriage vows seriously. I had married the woman of my dreams and we were growing old together. I was happy and honestly content. People make sacrifices. I sacrificed some job opportunities to make a life for myself and my family here. I traded parties and nights at the bar for evenings filled with work at home. The real sacrifice was that, up to that point, I had never had raw unfiltered sex. 

As of that afternoon, that was one sacrifice I no longer needed to make. I was an established man with a strong foundation. My wife was going through a metamorphosis. The sexual butterfly that was emerging was more than I could have ever imagined. I felt like I was twenty again. She sucked and licked my scrotum and played with my balls like they were something sacred. Without any coaxing or pleading, Holly took my cock into her mouth. Once the shaft was wet she moved her head up and down. At first the movements were small. But slowly the movements became longer until her lips went from kissing the head of cock to surrounding the base with her nose nestled in my pubic hair. 

When I came; Holly swallowed my semen as naturally as swallowing a glass of milk. She cleaned my penis with her tongue. She left none of it dry. Then she gently sucked on each of my testicles and licked my scrotum till, when she gently blew on it, a shiver ran through my spine. She didn't ask for me to return the favor. She didn't say or do anything other than stand up and hold my gaze with an arousing, smoldering expression. For the first time, I was smart and didn't say anything. Instead I motioned toward the dinner table. 

Holly walked to our dinner table and bent over. She kept her legs straight so that with her chest resting on the table and her feet in high heels her ass jutted up in air like a sweet invitation. Without a word I mounted her and rode her smooth, shapely ass like a dog mating his favorite bitch. Like a good mating bitch, she held her position. She bent her legs a bit to accommodate my thrusts. She was definitely ready for our mating. With my first thrust I was buried to my balls. As we fucked, her juices flowed down over my scrotum. I didn't say anything but Holly didn't stay quiet. 

"Oh God, nut in me. Give it to me. Oh God, give it to me." Holly moaned repeatedly as her hips gyrated and my cock sloshed around in her sopping cunt. I was mating a whore. With a fist full of her hair and the nasty admonishment to "fill her with my nut" I came. 

Holly didn't move when I stepped back away from her. She stayed in the same position; her big tits mashed against the table top and her legs straight. I admired the view. Her heels kept her perfectly shaped ass perched high on her smooth taut legs. Her hair was a mess. Both of her ass cheeks were red and one had the outline of my hand on it. She lay there, unmoving like a well trained pet. I looked at her and watched her breath. Her body was better, riper and more inviting than it had been when I took her virginity three months before our wedding. I told her to get up and without a word she straightened herself and stood in front of me. Wearing the heels made her almost as tall as me. 

I couldn't remember the last time such passion had been aroused in me. She was stunning. In front of me was a woman with an enticing hour glass shape, perfect white skin and firm, gravity defying, flesh. No wonder those high school grads wanted her. In our twenty year marriage, I felt like I was seeing her for the first time. I asked her to stay the night. She grinned, and asked "Oh, what are we going to do tonight?" 

I stayed home for the rest of the week. Holly was naked the entire time. Hell, she never even asked for clothes. Like some kind of trained concubine she serviced me whenever I asked. Most of the time I didn't even have to ask; she just immediately fell to her knees and after she had sucked me off, a tap on her shoulder would bring her up so she could silently take the proper mating position. We fucked over the kitchen table, on the couch, on the hood of the car and in the back yard. By Sunday night she was able to swallow my entire cock with perfect aplomb on the first try. 

In those few days my vision of Holly, my wife, lover and mother of my children was forever changed. She became a lusty object of desire; flesh to make and take pleasure with. By all indications that was exactly what she wanted of me. That weekend we didn't turn on a computer and we didn't sleep much. When Monday rolled around, Holly brought her things from Belinda's house and officially moved back home. 

Our separation was so short that we didn't think Jake ever found out about it. Holly never told Belinda that we were separated, instead, she told her that I had an old college buddy over that she didn't like and didn't want to upset me by complaining. It was a good story; Belinda has never asked me about those couple of weeks. 




Holly's Breeding Ch. 02



What did surprise me was Holly's announcement. On the morning before Jake was due to return; Holly came out of the bathroom with a wicked little grin on her face. I asked what she was up to and she responded "More like what we've been up to". Hanging on the bathroom door she held up a pregnancy test strip. "Do you need to know how many lines there are...daddy?" All of that fucking amounted to this. I had gotten Holly pregnant. 

I should have known. Hell, it was all too easy. Damn, I should have known. Holly and I had acted like newlyweds. During that time we didn't argue and it seemed like we were always fucking. Once Jake was home from the Grand Canyon, we were more discreet but nothing else changed. We told Jake that he was going to be an older brother. He looked a bit mystified. Then, he chuckled and said that he was happy for us. We all knew the truth. Our new baby would be living in a family completely different from what Jake knew. We weren't in our twenties anymore. By the time the baby was born, Jake would be in college. There would be at least eighteen years between him and his younger sister or brother. 

Holly didn't want to start remodeling until Jake was officially moved into his dorm room. I agreed because it would take that long for me to come to grips with the whole thing. Me, a new father?

So while Jake was home, I worried over getting caught screwing and paying for Jake's tuition, books and fees. To make matters worse, when things were quiet, the old fears of raising a newborn cropped up in my mind. I certainly didn't think about monitoring my wife's activities. At that time we were getting along so well. Why would I think anything was amiss? 

Thank God for text messages and preset alarms on account limits. At first, I just ignored the email warnings. Jake was away and I figured he was using up our roll over minutes. The first month he was home, I ignored them again. I assumed he was just catching up with buddies. I gently chided him about his cell phone use and he shrugged his shoulders and said, "Dad, I don't talk that much on the phone. You've got unlimited texting. That's what I use all the time. Who talks on the phone?" 

A few days later I got the phone bill. The amount owed wasn't much different than the usual but it was still high. So that evening I went on line to check the usage. It was Holly's phone. Roughly half the calls I recognized as coming from Belinda, or Holly's mother or work. There were a few that I didn't recognize and one that showed several times a day, nearly every day. A reverse look up of the number didn't reveal anything. It was one of those anonymous pay as you go phones. I jotted down the number and was about to give up when I happened upon the usage comparisons. Holly was using a lot of minutes but that was nothing compared to the number of texts she was sending and receiving. 

I bought a couple of apps for my phone. Holly has the same model. After testing it on my phone, I downloaded another copy and installed it on Holly's phone. While she was in the shower, I downloaded all of her cached text messages. I read them after she went to bed.

The App allowed me to categorize and sort the texts by sender, date/time sent and received along with type. I noticed right away some had pictures. The pictures were of my mother's poodle and Jake's pictures of the Grand Canyon; I gave up on those and just started in reverse chronological order. 

For the most recent one hundred text messages seventy percent or so were from the same number. It was the number that I had traced earlier to an anonymous phone. 

The first text message simply read, "U did real GOOD C U Tuesday" What the hell? You did real good? Who sends a message like that? I opened the next and it was equally as brief. It read "Tuesday my house 9 am" This message was time stamped for the prior Sunday evening. Most of the messages were just as terse as the first two. The location may have been different such as "D's place" but there was never any emotion or salutations. I worked my way into the pile of texts and found a name. I found it in a text from Holly, it read "Kevin not now."

Kevin's reply was simple, "Why not now?!"

"Hubs too close" Holly replied, simply.

"SO. You wearing panties?" Kevin asked.

"Y" Holly affirmed.

"thongs?" Kevin sent 

"N" Holly sent.

"U not supposed to wear them. Take off and send proof" Kevin commanded.

"bad time. Hubs in room." Holly answered.

"Do it. Or no next time with me" Kevin sent.

The next text wasn't in the folder. So I went to the attachments folder, lined up the dates and time and opened the text file. It was a picture of Holly she was standing in front of a mirror. Her phone was in one hand and her pink panties were hanging from the thumb on her other hand. She was smiling like a school girl with a secret. 

Looking at her face and the mischievous smile I almost missed the writing on the bottom of the mirror. She wrote in the steam "Pussy yurs?"

I had to go back to the original text folder to find Kevin's response. It was simple "Hell yes its mine. No panties. EVER"

Holly's response was a picture of our downstairs bathroom trash can with the panties at the bottom. 

She had been wanton and naked and available. This Holly was the sexiest woman I had ever known. She hadn't changed for me; it had all been for Kevin. He had told her to do so. I was reaping the benefits. I loved her new found sexuality. Even pregnant she was more arousing than at any other time in our marriage, but it was not because of me. It was because of him. 

I should have been more upset but I was instantly reminded that this was something I suspected all along. My hope that it was otherwise made me blind to the obvious; Holly was never going to be monogamous with me. So, right then, at the time of turning off my computer, I decided on the most profitable approach. 

Tuesday morning found me readying for work. I made my coffee, ate my breakfast and left at the same time as usual, but I didn't go to work. I used my frequent flyer miles to rent a subcompact and returned to the house just in time to see the garage door coming down and Holly speeding past me going the other way down our street. She was in too much of a hurry to notice me behind the wheel of the unfamiliar car. 

I followed Holly to the west side of town. For most of the time She kept her phone plastered to her ear. This was not my wife, who would scream if I even thought of answering my phone while driving. Suddenly she pulled into a parking lot that fronted a small shabby looking furniture store. It had items like brass lights and tiger print rugs in its front windows. I pulled into a parking spot across the street and watched. For nearly five minutes she just sat in the car. Then Kevin, the same Kevin from Jake's party came out the front door. He got into her car like he owned it. Looking through the back window I saw Holly had moved into the passenger seat. 

With Holly in the passenger seat, Kevin backed out and got onto the road. It was easy to tell who was who in the car. He sat taller and was much wider than my wife. The traffic was close; I could see both of their heads through the back window and I could see Holly stroking the back of Kevin's neck. I saw him raise his arm, put his hand on my wife's should and at a stop light, pull her head down into his lap. As he drove ten miles below the speed limit, Kevin kept his arm on the back of the passenger's seat. Several cars passed him. One, a red truck with huge tires had a passenger that leaned red faced out of his window and flipped Kevin off. But then looking into the car, he gave a surprised expression, smiled and mouthed "sorry" and shot the fat black man a big gap toothed smile. Kevin just gave the man a lazy wave of his hand. 

I didn't see Holly again until they pulled into the driveway of a small Tudor. We were in a lower income, working class neighborhood. The yards were clean and well maintained but everything was old or broken. The car sat in the driveway for a few minutes. Holly was nowhere to be seen until her head appeared from Kevin's lap. She was wiping her mouth when she stepped out of the car. Her hair was a mess but I doubt anyone was looking that high. 

Holly was wearing a matching navy skirt and blazer with high heels and a cream colored spaghetti strap top. I had bought that outfit a few months ago to celebrate the first day of her new job. 

The houses were close together and this one had big arboreta growing around the porch. I was tempted to walk up to the house but in this neighborhood I would stuck out as much as if I were on fire. So I sat and waited for three hours. Then Kevin came out of the house. At the furniture store he had been wearing dockers and a white shirt. Now he was wearing droopy pants a big white t shirt and a ball cap. He had books under one arm. Holly came out slowly. She looked uneasy on her feet and even swayed a bit on the sidewalk. Kevin went straight to the car. She hurried to the car and just as she opened the door three black guys about the same age as Kevin stepped out onto the porch and waved. 

Kevin s gave them a quick wave then looked over at Holly and said something. Holly looked up and down the street then opened her jacket toward the house. I can only guess she was naked underneath because all three guys laughed and high fived each other. When the car passed my parked rental I could only see Kevin's head. Holly must have already been sucking on his black cock. I followed them to the entrance of the nearby state university. It's a minority college. I followed them in. Kevin stopped the car at the entrance to the main hall. After a few minutes of letting the car idle, Kevin pushed back against the seat and arched upward. Holly's head finally appeared above the dash. When she sat up, they both got out of the car. As they passed each other in front of the car Kevin caught my wife around the waist and pulled her close. His girth seemed to envelope her like a black marshmallow around a stick. With his free hand he lifted her skirt and fondled her bare ass. Anyone and everyone could see him fondling my wife. He set her down and walked toward campus. 

That afternoon I came home to a quiet house. Holly looked and acted tired. I arrived a little late but Holly didn't seem to notice. I found her in the kitchen she was naked beneath a thick fuzzy robe. Dinner smelled great. She told me the roast would be ready in ten minutes. That was just long enough for me to get the new video camera and equipment out of the car. After dinner Holly sat next to me on the couch. she must have recently taken a shower. I told her to take off the robe. She stood up and let it drop to the floor. Her tummy was beginning to show. I touched it and she smiled. She gave me head. Now a days he always gives me head. 

The next morning I called my lawyer and we talked about divorce proceedings. He told me what I already knew; it's not what you know that is important to a judge. It's what you can prove. I was glad I bought the video equipment because, without it; no one would ever believe what I was about to witness in the next few months. 



Holly's Breeding Ch. 03



This is the third and final installment to Holly's breeding. It's an interracial cuckold story so if this subject offends please pass this one by.


Final

I met Larry at a company party. His law firm is a client of ours and even after our work was complete he and I kept in touch. He was the one I sought out for advice and now I'm glad I did. After a quick call on his cell, he agreed to see me for lunch. I told him I'd pay if I could pump him for some advice. He said sure then picked a high priced restaurant. 

To the outside world Larry is a staunch family man. He and Pam have been married for over thirty four years. He has three successful children and is a partner in a thriving law practice. I assumed that at the least he could point me in the right direction, and maybe give me some tips on negotiation. If not then, maybe he could send me to a reputable divorce lawyer. He did both. 

As we sat down at our table, Larry told me that his first advice was to never talk work while eating. Eating was a pleasure that could be easily destroyed by worry or conflict. His second and maybe his best advice was to never let a lawyer pick the restaurant. As we ate lunch we talked about our companies, our churches and even a little about politics. My reason for the meeting didn't come up until he put his fork down and asked, "So am I letting you buy lunch?" 

"Holly and I just found out we are going to have another baby." I said while staring at my beer bottle. I never drank beer for lunch but I knew I wasn't going back to the office, so I made an exception.

"Congratulations." Larry said with a quick, generous smile. 

After a long pause, he asked, "so, are you saying the child isn't yours?"

I looked up from the bottle and said, "No, I know the child is mine, at least I will know. Holly has been cheating on me. She stopped for a while but I caught her doing it again. She was with the same men and she definitely prefers..."

Larry put his hands up, palms toward me as he smiled broadly and said, "Whoa, that's something between you and your divorce lawyer." He strongly emphasized the word divorce. I picked up my bottle and watched the dregs swirl as I rolled it between my palms. Fearful that we were on display, I looked around the room but no one seemed to notice or care about Larry and I. 

Larry smiled broadly as he sat back and took a noisy breath. Then, he took on the air of a father instructing his naïve son. I endured his condescension because I was getting the best advice of my life. 

Larry looked around the restaurant, then fixed me with a strong gaze and began with, "First, I'll give you the name of a good divorce lawyer. James Friedman, has been in the business for years. You haven't heard of him. He doesn't advertise. He's not a barracuda."

I interrupted awkwardly and said, "I want a barracuda." I said it stronger and louder than I had intended. 

"Do you?" Larry asked. His voice was soft as if he were disappointed. He took a second and then began again but this time slower and with a milder tone as if trying to get me to understand an obvious truth.

Larry leaned forward and said, "You're angry and you're hurting so naturally you want to hurt the person who dealt you the pain and I assume that's Holly. But I want you to think about barracudas. Really give them some thought. Barracudas have some nasty teeth. They bite and yes they hurt but they make a mess of things. When one of those fish bites, everyone knows. The victim screams and there is lots of blood in the water." 

Larry stopped, raised his eyebrows and waited for me to meet his gaze; when I did, he offered, "what you want is a cat, not a tiger or a lion, but a house cat. With his index and middle finger he walked across the table toward his fork and picked it up. A cat, say a nice tabby, can steal up on a group of mice and get one or as many as he wants without any of them running away. Another wonderful thing about this house cat is that no one need know it's intentions. You and I just see a cat at play. No one is the wiser and no one gets upset." 

Larry paused and then he asked, "You know what I'm saying?"

"Jake won't know." I replied. 

"Exactly and neither will your parents, your coworkers, your boss or your priest. No one will know because all they will see is a cat at play. Now that's the second piece of advice, here is my third. This will save you money with Holly and with Friedman. Don't tell Jim I told you any of this."

Larry reiterated the obvious, "It sounds like you know what your wife is doing."

I nodded. 

"Can you prove it?" he added and again I nodded. 

Then, Larry laid it out for me, he said, "Gather as much information as you can, that is, as much damning information as you can. Then choose a graphic format that doesn't require any thought. You know what I mean, a picture says a thousand words but a video says it all. If you can catch her antics on video great, but you'll need more than video. You're a pretty smart guy, so I'm pretty sure that if you don't know how to make screen captures you can figure it out. Get video of her making it with her friend and then, pick the most damning images for your screenshots. These images will get you clear of her." 

I must have looked shocked because Larry stopped and gave me a long, appraising look. Worry furrowed his brow and he asked me if I was OK. I said yes but he asked again anyway. I changed my posture and said, I 've got some video of her with her friend. It sounds like you want me to get more." 

"How long is your video?" Larry asked.

"About forty minutes." I answered. 

Lary unleashed a torrent of questions. "Does it show Holly's face? Is there any chance that a person who doesn't know her could doubt her identity? How many encounters does it cover?"

When I told him the truth; that it does show her face and that she is begging for him to – do - her and that it was only one encounter Larry stared at the table as if calculating something. 

When Larry looked up at me, he seemed a little perplexed. He was more like a teacher with a competent student than a parent with an errant child. "I'm going to take off the filter and talk frankly with you." Larry said. I told him I would appreciate it. 

So Larry said simply "get as much video and audio of her as you can. Then spend some money and make pictures of the really graphic stuff. If you have pictures of her screwing someone else then print it out. if you have audio then have it ready. Meet with Holly, make sure it's in a public place so she won't be inclined to argue. But remember, you don't want anyone else to see this stuff; at least not yet. When she is sitting down across from you tell her you want a divorce. Give her some time to think then tell her your terms. Frankly, I would advise you to be generous; I know you are angry now, but for her to consider the offer it will have to be a good one. Think of the offer as a way of getting her headed into the right direction. Then, as she is facing that direction you'll kick her in the ass to get her started."

Larry leaned in and said in a more determined tone, "that kick will be from all of the documentation you pour on the table in front of her. Put a lot of it out there. All of the explicit pictures, video and audio; what more of a kick in the ass would anyone need? She'll have plenty of incentive to go because you're a generous person and she'll be motivated to leave because you've got enough shit on her to make her life hell. Even a single celled ameba knows to move away from poison and toward food. You do this and you'll have the shortest divorce proceedings of anyone in the county."

Larry leaned back, and rubbed his left palm with his right thumb as he added with a simper, "that is of course anyone with your income and assets."

I nodded and told him that it sounded like a good idea. He shot me a wolfish grin and said that I was doing the right thing. "This isn't about feelings. She did you wrong." 

Larry tilted his head and continued, "In fact, from what you were trying to say earlier, it sounds like she did you very wrong. That hurts. When someone close to you hurts you like this, it hurts more than if an acquaintance or coworker did it. You trusted her. You have to look at it this way. The relationship is not the same. She isn't your wife anymore. She is the person who is going to take all of your things. She is going to take your money, your child, your house, your cars and your retirement. All of these things you've worked for all of your life to get for the both of you, she is now going to take for herself. Don't get me wrong. She probably won't be nasty or vindictive. She may even be really nice, but the result is the same. Remember, whether a person kisses you as they steal your wallet or hit you with a hammer as they pick your pocket, either way you're out all of your money."

Larry leaned in close and said flatly, "if that doesn't motivate you then think of it this way, she's already decided to leave. Now you have to decide how much is going with her. Be generous but only so she will leave more easily." I nodded, then as if on cue, Larry's phone went off. He took the call, told the person on the line to hold for a minute and thanked me for lunch and told me goodbye. I didn't get up, in fact, I stayed in the restaurant nursing beer after beer until it was nearly time for dinner. 

That day, I went home earlier than normal. As I approached the house I didn't use my garage door opener. Holly's car wasn't in the driveway. It could have been in the garage but then, the house was closed up tight, as if the last person to leave wasn't sure about the weather. I drove past the house and parked two roads down. I went around the back and came through the family room. No one was home. I sat in the wing back chair. I let myself sink into it. The upholstery had an odd coffee and cream polka dot pattern that I had always hated. I looked at it, felt the wood beneath the arms and the carving in the legs. It was an ugly thing. As ugly as anything upholstered ever could be and yet it was mine, bought with money I brought home. Unintentionally, I said "I'm taking this ugly damn thing with me, it's mine." I was brought to my senses by the sudden rumble of the garage door. I started to stand but the memory of Larry's advice made me sit back and melt into the ugly upholstery. My nerves calcified as I heard Holly come through the garage door. She was talking on her cell phone. 

"I'm not sick, I'm pregnant." Holly said as she put the grocery bags on the granite countertop. She turned around and leaned against the counter. She was touching the side of her cheek as she held her phone to her ear and let a playful smile form on her lips. 

"What do you mean, you've been busy? Baby, we're all busy. I want to see you. I need to see you." Holly said as she shuffled her feet and stared at the floor. 

Holly held the phone to her ear for a long time before she replied in quiet disappointment. "Is that the only time you're not working? You can skip a class can't you?" 

Listening to her phone, Holly flashed a perfect smile as she giggled a bit then said, "Okay, okay I'm not trying to keep your people down. I know you don't want to work in the furniture store forever. I didn't mean anything like that. Come on, I didn't mean it that way. I just, I just want to see you, that's all."

Holly paused again. She lost her smile, then pleaded, "I'll make it worth your while. I'll make you glad you met with me. You'll be happy when I'm done. I promise... I promise. But, I can't tonight, he'll be home anytime now. But we've got all day tomorrow. All day baby, all day to make you glad you said yes." 

There was another long pause, Holly's mood seemed to deflate. Her smile faded and she stopped shuffling her feet. Finally she said quietly into the phone, "the doctor's office isn't far from there. I can meet you...Okay. The address is 1009 Melbourne drive. His office is on the top floor. He's really pretty punctual. I should be out by eleven. Will that give you enough time? Do you want me to meet you somewhere?" Holly nodded slowly and told Kevin she would see him after her appointment. She'd wait for him in the van by the entrance. 

Holly put the phone into her purse and finished with the groceries. Then, she went through the living room and upstairs. I could hear her stomping around in our bedroom as I opened the back door and walked out. 

I walked to my car and then drove to the house, making my entrance as I always did, I laid my briefcase on the kitchen counter, loosened my tie and walked into the living room where I turned on the TV and waited for Holly. After dinner and a little small talk about her sister and her kids I went upstairs to my office for the rest of the night. When I sat down at my desk, I sent an email letting the guys on my team know that I was taking a half day. I spent the rest of my time doing the work that I had to have completed for the next day. I had several cost analysis sheets to complete and a proposal to read over. It was important enough work with a serious enough dead line that I was forced to really work and keep my mind off my wife's plans. Holly was already asleep when I finally went to bed. 

The next morning, I was pulling out of the driveway when I noticed the kitchen light came on. To make my plan work, I had to be at work early. At ten o'clock I had the reports and write-ups submitted. I drove to Holly's doctor's office and waited across the street in my car. At five after eleven Holly came out of the building. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she was wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt. That was just the kind of clothes I would expect of a woman coming out a doctor's appointment. At the doorway, Holly looked around as if she was expecting someone in a car to pull up at any moment. Then, when no one came, she headed down the side of the building. I didn't follow her. Instead, I crossed the street and went around the building. The closest route was closed by a locked chain link fence. I turned and ran down to the next opening, but it turned out to be just an alcove. Finally, I decided to just run around the block. It was only a few yards. Office buildings fronted the block and behind them was a small access road for the additional parking. 

At that time of day all of the lots were full and it seemed like every vehicle was a minivan. I was Half way through the second parking lot when it occurred to me that I didn't know where Holly had parked. If I kept running I was likely to run past her or worse, she'd see me coming. How would I explain my sudden appearance? I slowed down, and started looking through the windshields and windows of the cars and vans around me. There was a movement to my right. It was slight so it wasn't a person going to or returning from their lunch. No, it was someone trying to be stealthy. I looked behind me and to my sides, then hunkered down and peered around the corner of the white cargo van that sat to my right.

Holly seemed to be in the middle of changing her clothes. She was already out of her jeans and was straightening out her mid-thigh length skirt when she suddenly stood up, smiled and turned towards the front of the minivan. Throwing her hands up, she took quick steps out of sight.

I didn't dare to move nor did I try to see what had gotten her attention. Instead, I remained motionless and tried to hold my breath so I could hear and record on my phone everything that was said and there was a lot being said.

"Oh, I'm so glad you made it. Baby I've missed you so much. We've got all day I'll make it worth your while for coming." It was Holly, she was talking in one of her high pitched little girl voices.

"Hmmm, I ain't got all day. I got a little time before I got to get back to my classes. I'm paying for this shit. You want to pony up some tuition then I'll take all day which you" said a man in a resonating baritone. It had to be Kevin.

I heard the purr of a hungry cat. Then my wife asked, "So how much time do we have?" I envisioned Holly biting her bottom lip and twisting a shapely leg just as she had done in our kitchen the day before. 

"What's it matter? I'm here now, ain't I?" said the baritone voice. His smugness was foul like dirty grease on my skin. 

I heard the side door of our minivan screech and bang shut. The hair on the back on my neck prickled. 

A couple of guys in business suits came out of the building in front of me, as they passed they said hi and then moved in the direction I had come. I couldn't chance looking back or stopping. I didn't want to attract any undue attention to me or to Holly and her...friend so I started walking and just kept going. 

I was crossing the street when the black Mercedes pulled alongside with the same two guys inside. I returned their wave and waited for them to exit the parking lot. When they were down the street some distance I walked as quickly as I could back to our van. 

Trying to be inconspicuous I peered around the corner. The van door was still closed. I could hear mumbling but not much more of anything else. I started to approach the van when it suddenly rocked hard to one side. I stopped cold in my tracks, but I still didn't see anyone. Again, the van rocked to one side. I was in plain view next to the van and yet I stood my ground. After an eternity of waiting I leaned forward and peered into the van. It was empty.

I got close enough to see my breath on the glass when the van suddenly rocked again. I peered around the side and saw Kevin stooping over the front of our van. From the way he was standing, I could see just the top of his head and the sleeve of his red short sleeve plaid shirt. My mind was a blank. It was obvious what was happening but still I couldn't conceive of it. I couldn't formulate the image of my wife in the dirt on her knees, in front of our minivan servicing this rotund black man. The blankness in my mind transferred to my body. I didn't move, there was no thought of hiding or even of collecting the necessary evidence against Holly. I just stood there, watching this fat black man bend over my slutty, pregnant wife while she orally satisfied him.

If he had looked up, he would have seen me. There was no doubt about that, I was the only thing between our van and the white cargo van. 

But, Kevin never looked up. Instead he closed his eyes and turned his head from side to side. In an evil sibilant whisper he spoke to Holly, who I still couldn't see. 

"That's it, baby, work it. That's it, I'm almost glad I came all the way down here. Work it real good now and I'll give you something real special." Kevin said then shifted his weight onto the other fat leg. The van rocked to the left. Like a trigger, I pulled myself back behind the van. He was moaning like he had stomach cramps, but I doubt he was feeling any pain. 

"You work that mouth good. Now I'm going to feed your baby. Oh God, bitch, eat it all, give that baby some lunch. Take it all." He said loudly. Anyone in the lot would have heard him. I'm sure he didn't care. He moaned and bent over so his head disappeared behind the hood of the van. As if on cue, I crossed the three feet between our van and the sub compact parked in the space on the driver's side. I stooped down and walked around the far side of the car till I was on the asphalt lying on my belly with my right hand resting on the car's front driver's side tire. Looking around the front of the car I saw what my mind couldn't visualize on its own. 

Kevin was bent over at the waist. His big shirt was unbuttoned and draped low beneath his ponderous belly. I could see Holly's legs, skirt and bare waist beneath the red, plaid cloth. The rhythmic movements beneath his shirt must have been the reason for Kevin's moaning. Then Holly's tiny white hand appeared and pushed the cloth aside as Kevin slowly stood straight up. 




Holly's Breeding Ch. 03



Standing up, Kevin revealed what my wife had been doing. She was on her haunches between our van's bumper and Kevin's thick legs. She had used her right arm as a hook around Kevin's enormous back. It kept her up and close to the part of him she loved so much. Holly had been suckling on his manhood like a hungry calf. Even though Kevin was upright, Holly held her face to Kevin's crotch sideways beneath the apron of black flesh. Kevin wiped his glistening forehead with his gelatinous forearm and my wife slumped down against the bumper. She had tears running down her cheeks and except for a couple of pearly white drops on her chin, her face was as red as an apple. 

Kevin made a circle motion in the air with two fingers and Holly slid her lithe frame between his bulk and the hood of our van. Once she was standing erect she pulled the back of her skirt up and nudged her firm ass under the fold of his hanging gut. Kevin irritably pulled his shirt out of the way as Holly reached behind her bare white ass and stroked his massive choad. Flattened against the hood of our van Holly seemed to be blindly staring at the back of the car in front of me. Her right hand was slowly working his manhood. I could see the thing's dark purple head, it was only a fraction of an inch from Holly's ass. She furrowed her brow and her breath came in a hiss between her bared teeth. 

Then the fucker lurched forward. His ponderous belly jiggled like a bag of grape jelly. Holly's mouth opened wide and seemingly without a care to her surroundings, she let loose with a low plaintive moan and she slammed both palms onto the hood. Kevin put his hands over hers and bowed his back so he could drag his wet fat lips over my wife's bare neck. Then, with another lurch forward Holly was lifted so that she was standing on her toes. She moaned again but this time there was pain in her voice. Holly slowly turned her head and looked up at Kevin. She then moved her hands so they were on top of his and then used her arms to pull herself even farther up the front of our van.

Kevin shoved himself forward again. This time he arched his back and Holly spread her legs. That must have been all of the invitation Kevin needed. The black brute began to to buck his hips with enough force to rock the van half the cars in the parking lot.

"Oh my God, yours is the best." Holly proclaimed through another prolonged moan. 

"My what baby?" Kevin said as he pounded my wife. 

"Your cock baby. It's so fucking big. I can feel it my throat. I love it, I gotta have it."

Kevin nodded, licked his lips and proclaimed "You getting it baby. You are getting it real good. Be ready for more. I love fucking pretty, knocked up women."

As Kevin finished telling my pregnant wife about how much cock she was going to get, the fat black bastard bent down, licked Holly's right ear and said not too quietly, "I made a few myself. Your husband got you first. Is it a girl or a boy?" 

Holly's leg muscles tightened. The muscles in her forearms stood up. 

"Well, you having a girl or boy bitch!" Kevin said as she levered him self back to a standing position. 

"I'm having a girl." Holly said. Her voice was low and it lacked any hint of flirtation or guile. It was the tone I had always heard just before one of our more memorable arguments. 

An evil grin spread across his big brutish face and for the first time I saw the whites of Kevin's eyes. My wife is obsessed with Kevin. He's brash and bold and as much a bully as he is anything else. Bullies, all bullies love to find the soft and Holly's was her child. Kevin wasted no time in exploiting his discovery.

As he moved his hips with renewed vigor he nuzzled Holly's neck. She moaned and bared her neck for his fat lips and tongue. Instead of kissing and licking her nape he pressed his lips to her ear and said, "You going to teach this little white girl to act like her momma? Is she going to be pretty, petite and adorable. She going to be well mannered and talk just right. Well, is she?" 

I saw Holly' head nod then heard her say in a small voice, "yes, I want her to be like that." The voice was like one you would have when you couldn't get enough air. It wasn't loud because it was mostly an exhale. 

"She ain't going to be like that." Kevin replied. His smile broadened, and small strand of spit fell on Holly's nape. 

Kevin continued his assault on the perceptions Holly held of her motherhood. He thrust into her like he wanted to move the van as he said,"she'll be like her mom alright. She'll drop to her knees and pleasure any black man that come along. She'll be a whore because she'll see her momma being a whore. You won't be able to hide it. It aint a switch you can turn on and off baby. Sooner or later that girl is going see you pleasuring me or one of my kin and she is going to know that is her rightful place." 

With the words he was saying Kevin found a rhythm that allowed him to enjoy the Holly's discomfiture without spewing his seed. He looked down at her and watched her movements. It was obvious to me that every word was chosen and then spoken to maximize Holly's discomfort. 

After taking a quick look around, Kevin said in a louder voice, "You know its true, don't you bitch. Don't you, you know it's true. Monkey see monkey do. That girl is going to be just like you. Just like you. You know it's true...Don't you?" 

Holly didn't answer. She turned her face toward me. Thank God her eyes were closed. She moaned but that mustn't have been the answer Kevin was looking for, He stopped ramming his cock into her and once again lurched forward and upward. Holly was gasping as Kevin half whispered, "it don't matter because this is the last white baby you ever going to have. Maybe you best let your husband raise it." 

Just then, Holly came alive. She turned toward her black owner and said, "You'll take me out of my house, out of my church and away from my husband? I'll be so bad. So fucking bad, won't i?" 

"Hell bitch, I done did half of that shit." Kevin said through a snarl, then with a relaxed tone he added, "Bad? Fuck bitch, you the woman in a parking lot behind your baby doctor getting fucked by a man, a black man, who ain't your husband. You is pregnant and getting my fat black cock jammed up your pussy in the middle of the day. You hear me? In the middle of the day, you is getting my shit between your legs right here in a parking lot. I ain't making you bad. Bitch you is already there." 

"I am", Holly purred. Then she turned her head up as a supplicant to his taboo nature. Tears filled her eyes and began to fall slowly down her cheeks as she made her confession.

"I need to be bad. I need to be your woman. Nothing else matters." Holly was relaxed against the hood of the van. She was speaking in a free flow of consciousness. Kevin's neck seemed to go slack and his big head rocked backward. Looking upward he suddenly, aggressively shoved himself into my wife. Reflexively, Holly's legs spread open. It was like she was straddling a fat horse. And that horse was climaxing. 

Holly Groaned as Kevin smashed her against the hood and flooded her pregnant womb with his black sperm. For an eterenity he held himself rigid and deposited his vile seed into my pregnant wife. Holly appeared to be entering nirvana, Kevin was entering something else. The tendons in his neck were taut and he was baring his teeth and hissing like an angry snake.

Kevin spat out, "That is the last white baby you are ever going to have. Now on, only black cock and only black nut in your ass. That means mine most of the time. But you'll..."

Holly finished Kevin's thoughts with "I'll fuck anyone. Anyone you want." 

"Damn right." Kevin replied. 

The black fucker leaned down and gave a big, wet, open mouthed kiss to Holly. Then Kevin pulled away from the kiss and stepped back from Holly's ass. Her ass was red and she was covered with sweat. Somehow, through their tryst, holly had lost her top and her tiny skirt was in a bunch around her feet. Kevin wiped the sweat from his face with his huge black arm. The stretch marks that radiated from his elbow swayed like a spider web in the wind. When the sweat was gone, Kevin beamed with a huge fat smile. He was looking down at my wife. 

Holly was on her knees in front of the fat man. Like a good, dutiful slave, she lifted his black cock and licked his scrotum. Then she shifted her attention to his cock. She ran her tongue up and down it's length until it shone like a wet inner tube. She was holding the foreskin back and cleaning the head of his cock when Kevin stopped her. 

"That's enough baby. Damn, you getting better. Seems being with child suites you. From now on, you going to have good babies." Kevin said slowly. 

Holly nodded and dropped her gaze as she said, "You'll take me away. I'll be free. I'll be with you, I'll do what you say and, oh God, It'll feel so good. So damn good." 

Kevin dressed and when he was finished Holly rose. She was naked except for her shoes. Kevin nodded toward her and she pulled the brief skirt up and retrieved her top. As she was buttoning the top, I noticed her neck. There were several hickeys along the sweep of her nape. 

Once they were both dressed, Holly circled the great brute. She straightened his shirt and pants and patted off the dust and dirt from the parking lot. He stood like a man accustomed to being pampered. Finally, they stood facing each other, Holly gave him an appraising look then smiled her approval and handed Kevin her keys. I slunk back out of sight behind the car as they got in the van. In a moment they were gone. 

I held onto that video. It was stupid, maybe even cowardly, but I never confronted Holly with it. I made a couple of copies. I kept one hidden in the basement and the other on a flash drive around my neck. I've watched the movie repeatedly over the intervening months. I suppose in a way, it must have been the movie that kept me primed for the things I saw. I was constantly horny during those last few months of our marriage. Hell, I don't want to admit it, and, I don't want to think that it was true but I held off confronting Holly all through her pregnancy because I liked what she was doing. 

Like a drug, each voyeuristic session I recorded just whetted my appetite for more. Not just more time, no, not just more of Holly being unfaithful. I didn't just want more time and more images of my wife naked and giving herself to an obese black man. I wanted, hell, I needed to see Holly peel off all the roles that she always used like armor. I needed to see more of Holly's degradation. 

We didn't have sex in the car or on the deck in the backyard because Holly said that someone might see us. She didn't suck my cock because as she put it, "Mother's don't kiss their kids with lips that have done that." Holly always quoted the Bible whenever sex with someone outside our marriage was brought up. When I suggested that we watch "Eyes Wide Shut." Holly, agreed but after the movie I had to listen to her tirade about the Bible's proclamation on marriage; that it's scared and is between one man and one woman. She ended that night with a warning of sorts, "if this was your way of telling me that you want another woman, then you need to think about how expensive child support can be." 

Finally, if I were to count on my fingers the times my wife joyfully initiated sex, I'd only need one hand. Holly never called my cell phone and begged to see me. When I travelled for work, my calls were as perfunctory as ordering a pizza, no actually, I suppose I looked forward to the pizza. Anyway, I guess I have to admit it. I liked watching her. I loved seeing my uptight, conservative wife act like such a slut around that fat black bastard. It was proof of her true nature. When she was around him all of the sweet candy coating melted away and she was her true self. She was a black cock loving whore. 

Several weeks passed since that day in the parking lot. At the end of her second trimester, I was asked to do some travelling for work. I was only going to be gone for a couple of days but I lied and told Holly that I would be gone for two weeks. At first, I felt like a pervert, sneaking around the house trying to peak on my wife. But those feelings subsided when I got my first video. It started with Kevin knocking on my front door. When Holly answered, he barreled into the foyer and lifted my wife up in his arms. In one quick motion, with her back against the wall, he impaled her with his black cock. Curiously, He didn't check if she had panties on, she wasn't allowed to wear them. Evidently that rule even applied in our own home. He fucked like he was in a fight. He snarled and spat through their coupling. Holly screamed on his first thrust and just moaned through the rest. He was doing exactly what she wanted. It was nothing but brute instinct and anger. Before he was through, Kevin took a meaty paw and turned my wife's head and buried his face in her nape. Holly panicked and pleaded for him to stop. Instead, Kevin thrust himself upward and emptied his nuts into my wife's womb. He came in the same place where my daughter was growing. After his climax, Kevin let Holly slump down the wall. He put his pants on and left. When the door shut behind his fat ass, Holly got up slowly and walked tenderly to the hall mirror where she examined her badge. It was a big purple hickey just below her right ear. There was no hiding it. She looked a little scared but then shook her head and went about her day of cleaning and straightening the house. 

Around six o'clock in the evening of the same day an expensive sports car pulled into the garage. I wasn't home and unfortunately I only got a glimpse of the tail lights before the garage door came down. Not long after the garage door closed, Holly appeared at the front bay window. She had a broad smile. She reached up high on each side and pulled the drapes closed. I couldn't approach the house; there were too many people out in their yards who knew me. So, instead, I went across town to my hotel and forced myself to eat some dinner and after stopping at Starbucks, I drove back. I parked in an empty parking lot and began the long walk in the dark to my house. It was hard to keep from running. My mind kept sifting through everything I had seen and recorded. I was still six blocks away when I began to fantasize about what lay ahead.

As if Holly was a character in an erotic story, I tried to contemplate what I would see. I was weighing the possibilities as I got closer to the house. She was already fucking his friends so seeing her with multiple black males was no stretch of the imagination. I had seen that before. As a matter of fact, I had already gotten video of Holly in a frat house, screwing three of Kevin's college buddies. 

I had just gotten off the plane and was headed home As it turned out, I was just in time to see Kevin and Holly leaving the house in an expensive sports car. I followed them to the school. It was a Tuesday night. The Frat house was a shabby building at the end of a cul-de-sac. They were in a room on the ground level in the back of the house. Fortunately, the yard was dark and the windows were open enough for my camera and microphone. By the time I had made my way to the window and was able to look in, Kevin was sitting in an overstuffed recliner and he had a video game controller in his hand. Each guy rotated between fucking my wife and playing the video game. When I came upon the scene a rotund black guy was fucking my wife's pregnant womb. Holly was naked and bent over a dirty plaid couch. Both of her arms were extended to either side. She was clinging onto the couch cushions. Her arm muscles were taut. The fat black stranger was behind her grunting like an excited pig. Holly appeared to be struggling to keep her footing and not be pushed over the couch. 

It took a while for the stranger to finish; when he did, he simply stepped back, pulled up his pants and said "next". The equally big guy who was sitting on the floor in front of the TV, playing the video game, handed off the controller to the one who had just finished with Holly. He never took his eyes off the screen as he walked around the sofa and behind my naked, pregnant wife. During the whole thing, he watched the other two black guys play as he dropped his pants and unceremoniously fucked Holly until he too, climaxed. He never looked down at my wife. In this way, all three of Kevin's friends had several turns on Holly. Then, as confirmation of her status, Kevin threw Holly a towel so she could sit as he put it "without nasticating the couch all up." 

Before Kevin and Holly left the Frat house, Holly sucked each of their black cocks till they came down her throat. As she was finishing the last one, another black student came into the room. Just as Holly was wiping her chin on her forearm and her last black lover was hauling up his pants, the newcomer walked up to her put his hand behind her head and fed her his cock. She immediately took the dark thing to its base. In no time the skinny black fucker was spewing cum all over Holly's face. 

"What the fuck are you doing? Damn, now what she going do?" Kevin said angrily. 

The skinny new comer looked puzzled. 

"I came on her face. Ain't that what you're supposed to do with sluts?" The newcomer said as he cowered at Kevin's approach. The skinny black guy's shoulders rose and his rodent eyes darted around the room. Holly didn't move. 

Kevin bellowed "Not when I'm taking her out. Fuck, man, look at her makeup." The newcomer gave an exaggerated cringe, pulled up his zipper and ran upstairs. Without looking down, Kevin told Holly to go into the bathroom and clean up. Holly stood and walked toward the hallway at the front of the room. At that moment, my video went deathly silent. All of the males in the room were staring at Kevin. Just as Holly entered the hallway Kevin called out for her to stop. 

"You best put some clothes on before you go." Kevin pointed at a small pile of clothes in front of the couch. Holly padded back to the pile and quickly put her skirt and blouse on and after stepping into her shoes my wife once again headed down the hallway to wash up. 

I thought about that video as I walked up Stuart Street. I was still three blocks from my house. I was taking the long way around. Holly was too cautious to invite a bunch of black men over to the house while I was gone. Most likely then, Kevin was with her and they were alone. I had seen so much between these two. Oral sex was nothing new. Holly eagerly fellated the black bastard. Kevin dominated every aspect of Holly's life and Holly let him. Kevin decided when they would get together then he decided what she wore and how she wore it. He let her speak and gave her the words to say. If he wanted to fuck, Holly bent over. If he wanted oral sex, Holly opened her mouth. Holly never questioned him and she never complained. 

I rounded the corner to Cedar Bend, the street directly behind mine. George's backyard butts against mine so I cut through his yard and hopped over the section of fence behind the shed. The yard was black. In the house, the only light was coming from the living room. The drapes were closed but by approaching from the far side I could get between the bushes and window without any worries of being seen by neighbors walking their dogs or late night joggers. Being this close to the window I could make use of any small opening between the panels. The light was coming from the dining room but it was empty. Our TV was on and really, it was all I needed to see. 

Kevin must have set up a webcam and was using the television as a monitor. The screen clearly showed my living room from the vantage of the TV. Because the couch faced away from the window it was out of direct sight. What I couldn't see through the window was displayed in high definition on my television. 




Holly's Breeding Ch. 03



Holly was on the couch laying on her back. Her eyes were fixed on the TV. Kevin was bent over her like a nightmare. They were both naked. Even though Kevin was propped up on his arms his ponderous gut still laid on Holly's thick, pregnant belly. Her lithe ivory arms and legs were wrapped around her rutting male. Holly's expression was a heavy mixture of desire and concern. They must have been at it for some time, because, Kevin's skin shone as if he had been oiled. 

"Oh God, please be easy." I heard Holly plead in a small faraway voice. 

"I aint slamming my shit in you near as hard as I could. You needs to stop worrying about how hard or soft I'm treating you and work on getting my nut. You can't crack a shell without a little tap. I've had you in every way. Every way. Now, I'm going to have you missionary like. Do want me to coat your walls baby?" Kevin said in a greasy voice. 

Holly turned from the TV and looked right into Kevin's eyes and pleaded loudly, "Bust your nut in me. Fuck me and don't ever stop." 

The fat black fucker grunted loudly then went slack on top of my wife. After a few moments he levered himself up and sat on the end of the couch. Holly sat up and bent over. She was holding her belly like she had been gut shot. Kevin looked down at her, tapped her on the side and told her to get cleaned up. As she got off the couch he added, "and don't take too long, on your way back get me a beer. One of those I brought." 

A few minutes later, Holly padded back into the room. She was naked as before but her hair was damp. She was no longer holding her belly. The TV was playing an annoying action movie. The sound was turned up too high for me to hear what they were saying. But, I suppose I really didn't need to hear anything to understand what was going on. It didn't take long for Holly's head to disappear from the back of the couch. Then, Kevin kept looking down at his crotch. After a few minutes he too disappeared beneath the top of the couch. Nearly an hour went by in which I found myself watching the movie, then Holly appeared. She was breathing heavily and rocking back and forth. Her swollen breasts were slowly swaying to her movements. As if putting on a show for her black lover, Holly slowly ran her fingers through her hair and the tip of her tongue over her lips. 

Then things changed. Holly closed her eyes, gritted her teeth and picked up the pace of her fucking. She was gasping for breath as she worked toward her orgasm. I didn't need to see the action to know what was going on. She was straddling the fat fucker. She was letting him lay there on my couch while she fucked him. Just like in all of their interactions Holly was doing all of the work. She was single mindedly chasing her own orgasm. Time and again she arched her back and then sat back; no doubt impaling herself on his huge manhood. 

Then Holly was a sudden statue. "Why'd you make me stop?" she asked in her littler girl voice that was loud enough for me to hear above the TV. 

"Stop what?" Kevin asked in a soft baritone. 

My wife didn't answer him but instead stated the obvious, "I was so close. I was so close. I've been good. Please, I need to come. I need it really bad. Please don't tease me."

"Tease you? You the tease, I want you to tell me something." Kevin replied. He sounded as disinterested about her needs as she was about mine. 

"What do you want me to say? I've needed your cock ever since I saw it. I'll do anything for you. I've done more than anyone would have guessed. Tell me, and I'll do it. I swear I'll do it." Holly made her promise as she pushed her breasts together and pinched her nipples between her forefinger and thumb of each hand. Slowly Holly moved back and forth but then suddenly stopped again. 

Kevin bellowed in an expansive commanding voice, "I want the truth. I want to know what you are thinking. I want to know your desires. I want to know if you are with me." 

Holly went slack. When she replied it was more free association than communication. "I am yours. For now, for always I will do what pleases you. I will fuck your friends. If you so choose I will have your baby. I want your beautiful, black baby in my body. I'll teach him to be just like his daddy. I'll make you happy; I know I will." 

"What you want from this? You just crazy about my cock, you just love the way it makes you feel, is that what you want?" Kevin hissed.

"I love the way I feel when you're around. I love you. I love fucking you. And I love being yours, all yours, to do with as you see fit. You set me free..." Holly was speaking as a woman with no ties to anyone but to the lover beneath her. I've never seen her so obsessed.

Heedless of secrecy and stealth, is stood up and pushed my way through the shrub. Intent upon breaking up my wife's disgusting dalliance I went to the front door but I never opened it. I just stood on my porch and stared at the door. After a couple of minutes which felt more like the entire evening, I just turned around and went back to my car. 

I returned the next night. Kevin was once again in my house. He was watching my TV with my wife next to him. Unlike Kevin, Holly was naked. Kevin was sitting in my recliner. He had a glass of beer at his elbow and my naked, pregnant wife on the floor by his feet. Holly's naked torso was pressed against his pant leg. Her heavy, full breasts were perfect. Holly's age and pregnancy came together to caste her as perfect symbol of femininity and ripeness. My wife was utterly naked and yet her black master paid her as much attention as I did the dog when he laid on the floor next to me as I worked. 

For the rest of the two weeks Holly stayed true to her word, she did everything Kevin wanted. She never asked any questions and he never had to tell her anything twice. My pregnant wife did whatever that fat fucker wanted. Each night Kevin slept in my bed. Holly woke early each morning and cooked breakfast. Kevin didn't get cold cereal or yogurt and wheat toast. She fried him bacon, eggs, hash browns and toast. She didn't eat with him but instead sat next to him and waited on him like a hired servant. No, a servant would have had been clothed, Holly was naked. Her hair was washed and nicely styled. Her legs were smooth and her nails were manicured. Her makeup was impeccable. No, a servant would not have shown this level of dedication. Holly was a slave. Kevin's slave and he was her obsession. 

I spent the rest of the two weeks of my supposed trip watching and well, spying on my wife. Kevin stayed in my home every night. Whether he spent the day at the furniture store or at school he ended up each night fucking my wife in my bed. I kept a close eye on Holly's activities, so it was easy for me to go into the house while she was gone. These days remotely controlled surveillance equipment is cheap. I bought a package that contained six mini-cameras with accompanying microphones for less than I paid for my dog. I put the main unit in the attic. Each camera and microphone ran off of batteries. Configuring the cameras was easy, going into the house wasn't, not because I had to worry about being caught but instead I had to see my house in the hands of another man. Our family pictures that sat on the shelves in the living room were all turned backward. The family pictures that normally hung in the hallway were gone. Our wedding pictures weren't on our night stands but instead were stowed away in the bottom drawers. 

Curiously, I didn't really feel anything from these insults. Larry was right, Holly was no longer my wife. She was just the woman who was leaving me. I turned on the cameras each evening when Kevin came home. Each afternoon when Holly left, I went into the house and replaced all of the batteries. I didn't want to run the chance of missing something because of a low battery. 

I was inured to what each camera brought me. The camera in the foyer showed that Holly always took all of her clothes off at the door. In the house, she was always naked. Every evening she greeted him at the door completely naked except for a pair of acrylic heels. Her hair and makeup was always perfect. The routine was always the same. She handed him a beer then immediately went to her knees. My naked pregnant wife gave that fat black fucker a blow job every single night. Judging from the fervor she put into milking his cock, you'd think she was the one being pleasured instead of him. One evening, two nights before I was due to come home, I saw him give a slight wag of his head. He was looking down at Holly as she was holding his cock and licking his huge testicles. Kevin's disapproving expression, as slight as it was, made Holly double her efforts. 

"What's wrong? Am I not doing something right?" Holly asked. She sounded genuinely concerned. 

With an odd smirk on his face Kevin answered, "You need to switch this shit up. You suck cock better than any white girl alive but after a while even a starving man get tired of steak every night." 

For a moment Holly looked dejected. Her eyes scanned the floor around her, then, as if suddenly renewed she looked up, bit her bottom lip and untied both of his black dress shoes. He languidly lifted each foot and Holly gently pulled each shoe off his big feet. My wife pulled at the waist of the fat fucker's pants. When his pants were in a pile at his feet Holly slowly ran both of her hands along the outside of each of his thick legs. 

To my surprise instead of once again sucking on his big cock, my wife nudged the black fucker till he was facing the wall. Holly kissed and licked every square inch of his immense buttocks. She rubbed and fondled his thick thighs and ass then pressed her face against his left buttock. She kissed the immense hairy thing. I saw her tongue dart out and taste his skin. She shuddered and then repeated the same action on his other buttock. Holly switched from side to side as she sunk farther down his ass cheeks. 

Kevin arched his back, and with the deliberateness of a practiced slut, my wife pried Kevin's enormous cheeks apart and buried her lips in the crack. Holly kissed and licked up and down the length of Kevin's black ass crack. Each time she dipped her head and bent down, she went farther. Then, as if finding a hidden candy, Holly craned her head back and pushed her face fully into his ass. Holly's throat was distended. Her jaw moved up and back slightly. The mother of my unborn daughter was lustily tossing an obese black man's salad and she was doing it in my house. She pressed her face into his ass crack then pulled away and licked up and down the dark crevice. Holly, reached down and stroked his hard rod and kept stroking it until he grunted and he pushed her away. 

With his cock in his hand Kevin fisted the dark manhood and yelled at Holly to open her mouth and keep it open. "Open your mouth, that's it open it wide." He commanded. 

Holly sat on her haunches with her mouth open wide as Kevin climaxed. His first jet of spunk went into her waiting mouth. Then he shot another gob of thick goo. It fell short and landed on her chin. The last jet fell on her nose. Kevin staggered away from Holly. As if oblivious to the depravity of her own actions, Holly shot the fat fucker a grin of satisfaction then calmly went about scooping his semen up with her fingers till she had a hand full. She then licked it out of her hand like a woman dying of thirst. Holly must have switched it up enough for him. I didn't see her toss Kevin's salad again. it was either a onetime thing or she wasn't doing it in front of any of my cameras. 

The last day, only hours before I was scheduled to arrive from my feigned trip, I followed Holly to the furniture store where Kevin worked. It was a nice day, the sun was out and there wasn't a trace of clouds, not even the fluffy white ones. Holly drove past the front of Kevin's store then abruptly turned down the street next to the building and parked in the rear. I didn't follow but instead went around the block and parked within sight of the store front. When I came to a stop, Holly was on the sidewalk in front of the store. She was wearing a long rain coat and a pair of clear heels. 

Holly opened the door and strode into the store like a woman ready to buy. A couple of minutes passed and a man and a woman with a small child left through the same door. After the family left and was no longer in front of the store. A thin, elderly, gray haired black man in a sweater vest and blue pants stepped out onto the side walk and looked around. Seemingly satisfied with what he saw, the man went back into the store and locked the door. 

I could see something moving through the glass and between the two painted advertisements. On the left in big white letters was "Buy one lamp!" and to the right in thick yellow letters "Get the second half off!" Between the 'Buy' and the 'Get' and far into the store was Holly. Through the glare on the glass and with no help from the store's subdued lighting I just barely made out her green coat. She was standing with her back to the front of the store. She must have been midway into the store. She was motionless. At first I thought she was alone because there was no one standing around her, but no, with a passing truck the glare was suspended just long enough for me to see the heads of three elderly black men sitting in front of her. Holly stood in front of them like a cheap lap dancer. The truck passed and as it did so, Holly shrugged the coat off her shoulders. The glare returned and I was blind to her antics. All the same, I kept staring at the store front till a van stopped. The last thing I saw was my naked wife lowering herself in front of the semi circle of old black men. 

Holly emerged from the store nearly two hours later. She was alone and a bit unsure on her heels. Still, she managed to slowly walk back to the minivan. It was nearly time for me to be picked up from the airport. Holly got back onto the main road but she was driving in the wrong direction. She was heading home. 

I drove to the airport and returned my car. I made several calls from a pay phone in the airport terminal. Holly didn't answer our home phone or her cell. So,I went to the bar and had a couple of beers, talked to a couple of the guys and got a lively conversation going with the bartender over the merits of ECHL hockey. I then tried calling home again and got nothing. Hell, How long does it take to douche and clean semen off your skin? After three hours I went to a different car rental company and rented a car. Just as I was completing the paper work, my cell rang. Holly sounded genuinely apologetic. She said that she had felt faint all day and so took a nap. She had set an alarm but it must not have gone off. 

"Didn't you hear the phone?" I asked after listening to her describe her day of nausea. 

Holly's lie was oil on water. She said, "No, I turned it down because of all the telemarketers. They've been driving me crazy these last couple of days."

Holly picked me up an hour and ten minutes later. She was clean, quiet and smelled like my favorite perfume. Through the whole ride home, Holly only spoke when spoken to first. It was odd behavior but I tried to make light of it by telling her that I was exhausted from the long flight back home. I couldn't stop wondering if her behavior was nothing more than damage control; the less she said the smaller the probability of a screw up. But, on the other hand, maybe it was a behavioral artifact. Maybe Holly had internalized Kevin's "women should be seen and not heard" philosophy. 

The house was the same as when I left. The pictures were in their rightful places. None of them were turned around and the sofa, loveseat and recliner were in their rightful places and were clean. And of course, my Holly was the same. It didn't take her very long to start complaining about how she felt. 

Sitting on the sofa where only days before she had laid beneath her mammoth black lover, Holly announced, "I feel like, if I move too much everything is going to come right out. I better not jostle around too much." 

I've been married long enough to know what that announcement really meant. She might as well have said "if you were thinking about having sex, don't because we aren't having any." 

I was walking into my old life. It was the same old frustrating, go nowhere life that I had always muddled through. I watched Holly lay herself gingerly on the sofa. By all accounts, this was not the woman who had just given herself to a bunch of men in a furniture store. No this Holly, the one in front of me wincing at every movement wasn't sore because she had been on her knees sucking several black cocks. No, this Holly was sore because the pregnancy was so hard on her. I remember smiling just then. The pregnancy was hard on her. I repeated that statement again and again. The pregnancy was hard on her. I got Holly something to drink and a throw-blanket and after kissing her on the forehead I went to my office and made a few phone calls. Holly slept most of the day on the sofa. I woke her just in time for us to go to bed together. In the morning, just before six, Alexandria, Holly's mother met me at the front door.

"How is she? Alexandria asked before I could open the screen door. 

I looked at the floor and took a judicious moment before telling her all of Holly's complaints. Worry grew on Alexandria's face. She took my forearm and stared into my face as I told her, "She seems to be fine but... Well, that's what she'll tell you. She said she was too tired to walk up the stairs to our bedroom last night. She practically fell onto the couch this morning. She said she wasn't sick just really tired. Alexandria, she's been really tired. While I was gone, nearly every time I called she said she was so tired that she couldn't talk for long. I've never seen her like this."

After a pause, Alexandria gasped, took my hand in hers and looked up at me "Did you call a doctor? Did you take her to the Hospital?" she asked in a whisper. 

"She wouldn't let me. I know I should have but I was gone for two weeks. I didn't know. I mean, I thought she might have really just been tired. But I've had time to think about it and I really think she needs someone here to keep an eye on her. I don't want to impose, you know but, maybe could you stay here awhile?" Lying to Holly's mother was far easier than I had anticipated. Holly had always kept her mother at arm's length. Alexandria must have seen my request as a way of getting closer to Holly; and that was perfect. 

The possibility of Alexandria shoring up her relationship with Holly had Alexandria looking in the right direction. So I said as if in passing, "I'll call my mother so she can come over and stay with her during the day. I just couldn't get a hold of her this morning. Could you stay for a couple of hours?"

Alexandria shook her head slightly. "Don't call Marianne. I'd love to spend a few hours every day with Holly. With Jake off to college, she could use the company. I'll come for as long as you need. Don't you worry about a thing. She and I will have a great time. Howard will be glad to get me out of the house. So you go ahead and go to work. I'll see you when you get back."

Every day for just over a month, Alexandria visited with Holly. When she didn't stay from dawn to dusk, she popped in unannounced. At first Holly didn't seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to like the time she and her mother had together. The bitch even referred to it as her time without men. 

The complaints started coming around the third or fourth week. Initially, I ignored Holly's grumblings. But one afternoon, just as Alexandria left Holly turned from the door and said accusingly "so, you asked her to watch over me?"

"Of course I did. You were tired all of the time. When I got back from my trip you just laid on the couch all night." I countered unequivocally.




Holly's Breeding



"Then let's get this shit going." Her black buck commanded. Wholly obedient, Holly gripped her ass cheeks and opened herself even farther. 

"I want to be open for you. I want you as far as you can go. Fuck me with your huge cock. This is so wrong. I shouldn't be doing this, I shouldn't let you black boys touch me and rub your penises all over me. I shouldn't let you put them inside me. Oh God, you've got your penis in me. Unprotected, uncovered and you're inside me. God, you're inside me and I'm not on the pill. I could get pregnant." 

There was deep baritone laughter from the edge of the room that was out of my sight. What she said was true and what they must have been laughing over was equally true. The first youth had already cum inside her. She could already be with his child. What they did with her afterward really didn't matter. 

"Yeah you sure could be getting a big belly. I ain't busted a nut in a week. I'm full up bitch. Tell me you want it." He said. He pushed her chest flat onto the pool table and pressed himself hard into her from behind. 

Holly spread her arms and planted her hands onto the table. She pushed herself up and stood. Her black lover backed up against the wall behind her. Holly then turned, put her hands around his black neck and pressed her breasts against his hard chest. They kissed long and hard. Her hands came up to the sides of his head and she held him as she probed his mouth with her tongue. His black hands found her firm white ass and lifted her to the edge of the table. Holly spread her legs and the young black man positioned himself between her thighs. They were still kissing when he buried his manhood deep in her pussy. In a moment she released her grip on him and lay back propped on her elbows. His eyes followed her slow descent. He was grinning like a man who sudden got what he'd always wanted. She shifted herself farther to the edge. He bent over her and hunched his back. She wrapped her legs around him and hooked her ankles at the small of his back. 

Once she was in place, Holly talked to her lover. In a goading, voice dripping with desire she said, "I want to watch. I want to see your big cock going inside me and opening me up. I've never seen a black cock. Fuck, I've never seen a naked black man. I want to look at you. Fuck me with that black cock." 

"What do you think I'm doing bitch?" was his angry reply. He then lifted himself over her and slammed his full length into my wife's cunt. 

"Now fuck me back. Yeah, like that, move those hips. You aint ever seen one but you love my black cock don't you?"

"Yes, I love your cock. I love your... I need your cum." Holly said breathlessly. 

"Cum? Fuck, white boys cum. I nut. My cock nuts; get it bitch." He said dismissively. The edge in his voice faded too quickly for him to have been truly upset. 

Holly responded defiantly "Then bust that nut in me. Come on, give it to me. I want it all."

Holly was actively fucking her black lover. She looked into his eyes as she pushed down on each thrust. She licked his neck, humming and cooing as her legs shook through a chain of orgasms. Sweat was beading on his dark chest and running down his flat abdomen. Holly licked his dark skin and tongued his nipples. She raised up and licked his neck and noisily sucked his skin. She was gorging herself on the taboo of their coupling. 

She hugged him close as he hammered into her. Her hands slid down to his thickly muscled ass and she pulled him tightly into the space between her splayed legs. In a far off voice she said "Oh God. That's it, that's it, fuck me. Everyone's upstairs. This is so wrong. Please don't stop, don't ever stop." 

Just then, her voice which was so breathy and full of need stopped and in its stead was a high pitched whine that grew and translated into shivers that rocked the lovers on the edge of the table. I heard her whisper "I'm so bad, I don't even know you and here we are..."

"Yeah bitch, here we are on your man's pool table fucking. You begging for my seed like a white married slut." the black youth responded aggressively.

"Yes, I'm a slut, after all this time. After all this time; I'm a slut." Holly was talking in that same far away voice. I couldn't see her face, it was buried in his nape. I think she was weeping 

"Show the world how much of a slut I am. Let everyone know I'm a whore. Give me your seed. Give me your baby." Holly pleaded as if in a trance. She was holding him tightly when he roared his release. 

"That's it, now everyone gonna know you a black man's whore. Married white woman, with a big black baby at your breast." He said, unmoving. 

After a few minutes Holly slumped back on the table and pulled her thighs up to her chest. Her lover stepped back toward the wall. He stunk of sweat and booze. 

Looking at my wife cradling his seed deep in her womb, the black man boasted "You ain't kidding about having you a child. Damn bitch don't think you can hit me up for any child support; cause I don't know you." He said more loudly than he needed. Rubbing her thigh with his left hand he put his finger in Holly's face and said flatly, "Hear me, I don't know your ass. As fine as it is, after this, I don't know your married white ass." The black youth was wagging his head as he pulled his clothes back on. 

Without saying anything to my wife, who was still cradling his semen deep in her womb the black youth turned to the back of the basement and announced, "Yo, my work here is done. You gonna take a turn on this married white bitch. I broke her out, she'll be a fun ride for ya." Then just like Darnell he left, but he didn't slam the door. His absence left an eerie silence in the room. Holly rocked slowly from side to side. 

There was a shuffling sound from the back of the basement where the Big screen TV was mounted. A large black man walked up to Holly. His belly formed an apron that jiggled and shook with each footfall. He stumbled a little with each step so when he got past the couch he leaned back against it and took a long draw from the bottle of cheap vodka he was holding. He looked down at my wife and said gruffly "Depending upon how you make me feel with that pretty mouth of yours I might fuck you and then I might not. Now, get off that fucking table and get busy on my cock. Obediently Holly slid off my pool table and kneeled before this behemoth. 

Holly tugged at his shorts, when they wouldn't come down; she focused on one side at a time. She pulled one side then the other until she managed to get them below his knees. The fat black slob took another pull from his bottle and said angrily, "Get on it bitch, we aint got all day." 

With her right hand Holly lifted his belly, tilted her head and buried her face in his groin. Her cheeks hollowed and I saw her other hand fondling his large testicles. His penis must have hardened because Holly bobbed her head up and down. Now that he was hard I could see his huge black cock. It was wet and stuck out from under his belly like a fat fire hose. It was uncircumcised and looked to be as thick as Holly's wrist. Then to my horror, I heard Holly moan. 

A pit opened in my stomach as I watched Holly, my Holly, change from dutiful slave to wanton slut. Initially she fondled his testicles and licked his long thick, black cock with mild interest but after his cock hardened, she looked like a frenzied slut. She worshipped his cock not only with her mouth but with her breasts and deft fingers. She needed him to climax more than he did. Holly writhed and twisted below the ebony behemoth. His manhood glistened from her ministrations. She moaned and purred over the object of her obsession. Her gaze never left its veiny surface; she wet it with her tongue and then spread the spit up and down its length with her cheeks. 

It was a bastion of hard black manhood that originated beneath his heavy stomach and ended in her slutty mouth. With both of her hands, she feverishly pumped the eight inches that she couldn't stuff into her mouth. I've never seen her so carried away. Holly, lost in total abandon along with the contrast between their skin color and sizes of their bodies made for the most erotic thing I had ever seen so I said a shameful prayer that the scene before me wouldn't end. 

"Ah, yeah that's it; you knows what you likes. Get it bitch, get my cock good. You know your way round a black cock. Now tell me bitch, tell me whats you thinking about my cock." The fat black youth said lazily through his motionless lips. 

Holly's reply came in pressured fragments. "I can't help it. No stopping. I can't stop. It's so wrong, I'm married, Jake might find out but I can't stop. Please put your cock in me. Please make me your own. You're so big, so absolute, please take me. Take me and make me not care about anything else." The last statement came as she was stroking his cock with both hands, sitting back on her haunches and staring up into his eyes. 

"Stand up." The brute said brusquely, and waved toward the back of the sofa. 

Holly seemed to understand his meaning and stood up then bent over and went one step farther than his direction. She lifted her right leg and laid it long the back of sofa. Now she was standing on one leg with the other on the back of the sofa parallel to the floor. Her inner thighs were wet from all the semen that had leaked from her unprotected vagina. White pasty semen laid in globs on the carpet where she had been kneeling. My cock was rock hard watching her beg for cock from such a gruesome man. My beautiful, loving and caring wife was nothing more than a drunken whore. 

Other than lifting his gut and pulling my wife closer to him, there was no other foreplay. In one tremendous heave he pushed himself into my wife. She let out a shocked gasp as she tried to steady herself on the sofa. 

"Ah, now that's some good pussy. I love you married white cunts. The pussy's always in good shape. You can take my cock all the way to my balls. Aint that right?", he asked with a lazy smile. 

Before his question was even complete, Holly pleaded with him, "My God, you're going to split me in half. Please, be easy. Please!" 

The black brute smiled but Holly couldn't have seen it. He pushed forward, pulled her ass cheeks a part and shoved himself deeper still into my wife. His belly laid on top of her trim ass like a rolled up quilt but it jiggled with each lunge as if it were full of warm butter. 

"Ouch! Please be easy, I need to get used to you. That cock of yours is the biggest thing I've ever had inside me. Go easy." Holly said louder than she should have dared to speak. 

"Shut the fuck up. You'll get used to my cock either way. I aint got time to make love to your cheating ass. To get the nut, you got to climb the tree. You're going to take all of my cock. Do you hear me, all of it. Don't complain with me cause I'll open that window and let everyone see what you like to do at you're son's parties. You always fuck his black friends?"

Holly didn't respond. Instead she pulled her buttocks apart herself and hunkered down. It looked like she was trying to make herself accommodate him less painfully while keeping a secure position over the back of the couch. 

Suddenly, he thrust into her Holly with such force that she nearly fell over the couch. As she was scrambling to get back into position, he reiterated through clenched teeth, "I said, You always fuck his black friends?" 

"No, you are my first. I've never been with a black man before, never. Please believe me, you are my first." Holly said quickly. He was pumping her cunt with that oversized penis the whole time she was pleading with him. 

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled it hard. Holly's head jerked back, her eyes were unfocused as he hissed, "See you is already lying to me. I'm at least the third black cock you've had and that' just today." He then slapped her hard on the ass and shoved himself forward with such force that Holly once again nearly fell over the back of the sofa. Scrambling back up, she looked truly frightened of the drunken black brute. He obviously didn't care about her well being and no matter what he did, she couldn't call out. She was utterly at his mercy. 

Holly tried to stutter her way through an apology but he wasn't listening. He threw the bottle onto the sofa cushions and then with a thick black arm around Holly's tiny waist he hoisted her up off her feet, turned and stood her next to the pool table. A big black hand on the back of her neck forced her to bend over the green felt. He positioned himself behind her and she immediately arched her back and lifted her ass for him. He took full advantage and once again shoved himself fully into her. This time there were no squeals. She didn't cry out in pain or fear. Instead she shoved her ass back at him as she spread herself wider. 

"Now that's right, yeah that's right. You taking this cock right. You is a good slut. I'm going bust my nut. You ready for it?" he asked with a vicious snarl on his lips. 

Nearly sobbing, Holly looked back at her huge black lover and pleaded for him to cum inside her. "shoot your load in me. Shoot it in me. Please shoot it in me." She said over and over again. 

"Here it is. Bitch, here it is." He said with rising volume. Then clamped both his hands on her hips and held her tightly as he drove faster and deeper into my wife. He was drenched in sweat. His ebony skin shone as if it were greased with lard. I could smell him. He smelled like sour milk. Holly looked back at him and ran the tip of her tongue over her teeth. 

"That's it baby. Give it all to me. I'm your slut, I'm your married white slut. I've had a baby, I can take your meat better than any of those young sluts out there in the party. I can do things that they won't know how to do and I'll do it all; I'm yours. Make it so; pour your seed in me. Pour it in me and I'm yours." 

Holly's promises must have been too much for the big brute. His stomach suddenly bunched. He let go of Holly's waist and planted his hands on the table; one on either side of her head. I saw his thick calves and thighs tighten as he pressed her hard against the edge of the table. 

He must have been climaxing because he said, "There you go. Now you're my baby's momma." 

Holly dropped her head to the table. Her eyes were half shut; she was shivering and breathing hard. No doubt the bitch was orgasming all over his huge black penis. He stayed inside her for several minutes. Then, finally, she came to her senses and edged up on the table. He pulled out and pivoted so his back was against the pool table. She immediately knelt before him and licked his cock clean. She used long strokes of her tongue that began at the base and ended at the tip of his foreskin. After this she suckled both of his testicles. One at a time she mouthed each. When she was finished they were pulled tight up against his groin. 

Eventually he patted my wife on the head and said, "You is a great little white slut and a fine ass white bitch. You best get that tight ass of yours upstairs. Someone gonna miss you and come looking. No sense we ruining your son's party." The black fucker talked as blandly as if giving Holly driving instructions to the mall. He continued to speak as Holly pulled on her wrinkled skirt and wriggled into her tight top. She didn't seem concerned about wearing panties. One of the black youths must have kept them as a souvenir. After she put her heels back on, she looked up at the black behemoth like an errant pupil looking up to her teacher. She was obviously anxious, excited and still a little afraid. 

"Damn, you are one fine ass white bitch." He said as his eyes lazily traveled up and down her body. She looked recently fucked. There was no hiding that, her hair was a mess, her skin was flush and she smelled like she'd been bathing in booze. 

"Thank you." Holly replied through a sheepish boozy slur. She was having a difficult time standing straight on her heels. 

The black brute reached out with a sweaty hand and lifted Holly's top. Her breasts are as near to perfect as God will allow. She leaned into him and closed her eyes. With her head turned up and her eyes closed; the naked obese black man turned, bent down and kissed my wife full on the lips. I saw his fat tongue slide into her open mouth. He pulled her close and held her tightly against his nakedness. Putting her hands on his cheeks she held his head in place as his huge arms encompassed her and lifted her into the air. 

After they kissed for several minutes, Holly slowly turned her head away from her black lover. With a far off look she quietly said, "Oh God, I better get upstairs." He nodded and ended their fervent embrace. Holly looked more shaken and disoriented. Putting her small delicate hand on his large fist, she looked up into his eyes and told him that she would see him again. She turned, straightened her clothes and went upstairs. I ducked around the corner as she approached. The thick stench of booze, sweat and the thick musk of semen lingered in the air even after I heard the door to the kitchen quietly shut. 

Not long after Holly, her black lover also ascended the stairs. Then, I was alone and completely stunned by what I had just seen. Holly was obviously drunk, but was it her intention? It sure did look like they had spiked her drink. I decided to act as if I hadn't seen anything and just bring the party to a close. I went upstairs and said my goodbyes to the graduates as they left. I lied for Holly and said she wasn't feeling well. It really wasn't that big of a lie because after everyone left I searched the house and found her in the spare bedroom, passed out on the bed. 

I carried her to our bed and dressed her in her pajamas. Her pussy was a sodden mess. I didn't touch it, I couldn't, because she reeked of male musk. Just as I was putting the sheet over her she moaned, writhed a little and splayed her legs. I lifted her ass and put a pillow beneath it. 

I awoke at four in the morning to Holly jumping out of bed and running for the master bath. She was sick all morning. She didn't go to Mass and when I got home she was still in her pajamas. All day, she seemed to be avoiding me. 

I didn't know then whether it was a hangover or morning sickness. Over a year later, I know now that on that day anyway; she didn't know which it was too.