A reply to 'Black Bred'
Wife, Inter, preg, MF
Carla wants a black baby, Interracial fucking.

Dear Noel. Thank you so much for your letter. Carla and I really enjoyed it and we were so glad to hear your own wife Sandra has recently had 'good news' of her own. We both found your story 'Black Bred' a real turn on and it inspired us to relate our own recent adventure. From my writing you might have already guessed that Carla is pregnant too. She is expecting what will be her first next month and remains thrilled and excited by what is to come. You will of course, be delighted to know that the father is a well hung African man that she has been seeing. Meeting him has been such a wonderful experience for the two of us. Probably changing our lives for ever. Before I begin I'd just like to say that we hope everything turns out well for you both. We are also a little apprehensive about how people are going to react. So far it has been all the fanfare and congratulations you would expect. With not even our closest friends knowing the truth. I guess we'll have to wait and see but for now, enjoy our tale.

First I'd like to give you a little background. I met my wife abroad. In Spain as it happened which isn't unusual as it remains our preferred holiday destination to this day. We where each travelling with friends and as luck would have it were both staying at the same hotel. I have to say Noel; Carla is a real looker and most definitely a woman that stands out in a crowd. Modelling until her mid twenties and I think you'd agree with her being very suitable 'breeding material'. She is a little under 5,7, 34 years old with shoulder length dark hair, shapely legs and big tits. Carla has always looked after herself and is the quietly confident and assured type of woman who prides herself on looking her best. That is something that came across when I first saw her in the hotels piano bar. I'll never forget how she looked. Wearing a long but reasonably low cut dress. Her legs well defined beneath the thin materiel. This wonderfully, stylish woman clearly had money. A fact which was confirmed by her upmarket accent. Several of my party tried it on with her without success. When I finally got the courage to talk to her myself I found we had an awful lot in common. Each of us it seemed, were getting over long term relationships. Recently divorced she had in fact chosen the trip as a way of getting herself back together.

That was four years ago. We lived together only a short time before eventually tying the knot in spring of 98. What a day that was. Carla is British/American and she invited many of her relatives over from the states for the wedding. Naturally I had no idea what my new bride was really into. No one could. Especially as she seemed to perfect on the outside. I had no shortage of people telling me how lucky I was. Carla did not own up to her secret right away. I think she had been embarrassed of how she felt. Eventually she did feel the need to tell me the real reason for the failure of her first marriage. That one day her husband had come home early to find her in bed with a black man. It had happened just as you might imagine and he had unknowingly walked in on them having sex. The trail of events left Carla trying to explain how she had met the man quite coincidentally that morning and had later invited home with her. I was a little shell shocked at first. Though from the way that she told me. I could see how it must have been for her. The fear of opening up and possibly losing another husband too. Carla admitted, a little despondently, how wonderful it had been while he was screwing her. How natural. Such mixed feelings as joy, excitement, guilt and shame all rolled into one.

I certainly didn't feel upset or angry. More surprised than anything though I still didn't fully know how far my wife's fantasies would go. I have to say. I was so intrigued by what she had told me and I encouraged her as much as I could. Standing by her. She saw my reaction and I know it brought us much closer together. Carla talked about her feelings for the first time. There where several other encounters that took place in her early 20's that I won't go into now. It was scandalous stuff and Carla recalled the brief but vigorous sessions in the up most detail. Nowadays, she openly admits her deep and powerful attraction to African men. It is something that she says she has felt from an early age. Coming to terms with and expressing this is perhaps what influenced her decision to have a black baby. We both remember when it was quite a taboo subject. Since then though a lot had changed. You see mixed relationships a lot and these days and Carla has often teased that if she were not with me, she would probably be married to a black man. I like that idea a lot and maybe it's something we'll explore in the future.

We go on holiday twice yearly. Carla loves the beach and eating out at night. It was no surprise that she took the first black cock of our marriage at a resort in Spain. We had already been together for several happy years. Carla spoke only rarely about her feelings. She had been faithful I was sure, though I had told her that I would support and stay with her if she ever strayed. I think that in the back of her mind she knew that one day she would do just that. Maybe that's why she had been so open with me. As it happened we where staying at a busy, tourist type place. Not really our scene I have to say. It was the height of summer as I remember and there where men from all over working in the hotels and bars. One night as we where having a meal in the outdoor restaurant, we were joined by one of the young black entertainers we had become friendly with during our stay. He was a confident and forward young chap of mid twenties. Brash, funny and certainly a character. One thing led to another. Before I knew it I was in our hotel room, watching him pounding Carla as hard as he could. She had been the instigator. Flirting and inviting him to our room. She had looked beautiful that night. There was no way he could refuse. It was a terrific experience. I'd never 'watched' before and the way it had happened so naturally had been such a joy.

When we came home Carla was adamant that she wanted to carry on where we had left off. She felt that she had denied her true feelings for too long and the affair in Spain had only proved that. My wife had met with the man from the hotel several more times during our stay and I had watched them having sex in our room. It had been obvious from her attitude that this was something she had dreamed of doing for a long time. On one occasion her eyes where wet with tears of joy as he rampantly laid into her. Having me there watching was just a bonus. His cock was very big and I was able to see what pleasure Carla took from him. On no occasion had they used condoms and that somehow added to it. We looked first on the internet and where lucky enough to find a contact group for people interested in interracial sex. In fact there where quite a number though we picked one out specifically. This 'ring' as they call it was for couples. Wives who wanted to meet black men and husbands who wanted to watch. It couldn't have been more perfect. A proportion of the more extreme where trying and succeeding in getting pregnant. Shamelessly showing off the fact with pictures and stories. It was these that most fascinated Carla.

I emailed one of the ladies on my wife's behalf. Danielle was a 42 year old blonde from southern England. She was very open and proud about what she did. The picture she had sent of herself was evidence of that. Both she and her husband Dave had been into mixed sex for a number of years and where thrilled that myself and Carla where interested too. I was particularly surprised by how good looking Danielle was. Despite having two kids very close together. These where a normal, everyday people with just a rather unusual kink. I suppose they where similar to ourselves though neither myself nor Carla had had children before. It did my wife the world of good to have someone to talk to. She and Danielle spoke at length on the phone. The more they did, the more encouraged my wife became. Carla told of how her first marriage had ended and our recent escapade in Spain. She was quite graphic and I think she enjoyed that part. Eventually she told her new friend of her sincere need to have a baby. Preferably with a man who we would not know anything about. Danielle warned her of what to expect. It certainly wasn't going to be all roses but she offered us guidance regardless and advised to us on our first excursion. As an additional bonus she gave us the contact details of a suitable black man whom she said would be perfect for our needs.

I waited quietly in the lounge while Carla phoned him on his mobile. We had both been a little nervous about going through with it but it was clear that this was what Carla most wanted. She had phoned Danielle first and been assured that he was just right. Powerful, aggressive in bed and able to give her everything she wanted from the experience. He was also discreet. Carla called the number. He answered almost right away which seemed to catch her out and she floundered momentarily for words. As it turned out he had received a message from Danielle and was expecting our call. He had received the photos of Carla we had sent and was very impressed. My wife talked to him for about 20 minutes. As I listened it seemed he was very keen to meet. Agreeing that it was probably best if he came to our home one convenient afternoon. When she hung up I could see the excitement on her face. There was no turning back now and all we could do was look forward to his coming visit.

Carla went to one of her favourite shops in town. She very much wanted to look her best. To impress this man as much as possible. She bought a new dress that was particularly short. I watched her put it on, fascinated as she posed proudly in our bedroom. Without a bra the effect was quite something and I knew he would love the way her round, nipples showed through the thin material. Carla dressed so much differently to the way I was used to seeing her. There was such an open femininity about the way she was showing herself. We had no way of knowing whether she would get pregnant from his first visit. Only chance and time would prove that. Later that morning Danielle called again to assure us that our visitor was on his way up to see us. I think she was as excited as I was. Telling Carla how beautiful she thought she was and how she would love to have been able to watch her being 'bred' for the first time. She also told her to enjoy it.

We waited anxiously around the house. Carla had been ready for more than an hour. Working in our bedroom at her dresser. She was so excited and nervous about meeting him. Earlier she had seen me watching her change from our bedroom door. Taking my hand she had led me to the lounge. Sitting with me on the couch she promised in Ernest that no other man could have given her what I had. We had kissed each other and shared a moment. As a special treat I had given her a new diamond necklace. It sparkled deliciously around her neck. Set against her dark hair, flashing eyes and fresh white skin everything was perfect. At last the doorbell rang. I felt a little apprehensive as Carla came walking past me to get it. She looked terrific. The scent of perfume and the way she had done her hair. I knew he wouldn't be disappointed. The shortness of the dress was particularly eye-catching around her, full shapely thighs and her black high heels only added to the sight.

Voices came from the hall. As Carla led the man in there was a look of mischief on her face I had never seen before. Inner delight and enjoyment at what we where doing today. Also satisfaction and attraction as the man was obviously good looking. He was two or three inches taller than she was. Full and stocky. Made less tall by my wife's high heel shoes. He wore a suit which was nice and he had dark skin and a near shaven head. Like Danielle had said, he was very good looking and I could see my wife's attitude to him. Despite his attire he was obviously well developed. Muscular and assured. His eyes followed her to the sofa where she sat and crossed her lovely legs. It was pretty clear that he liked what he saw and Carla gave an agreeable smile at me. She had after all, made so much effort. Wanting to please him in every way. I moved from my chair allowing him to sit next to her. Then I poured them each a glass of wine.

As always Carla remained calm and confident. Sipping the wine from her glass. She was polite and well spoken but it was clear she enjoyed having his eyes all over her. Saying that, he too was very controlled. Even as my wife's breasts moved quite heavily in the dress. A clear sign that she was not wearing a bra. Eventually Carla mentioned Danielle and we were both surprised to hear that he was the father of one of her two new sons. That seemed to break the air a little and Carla shifted to the edge of the sofa. She reached down and took his hand. Then placed it on her breast. He in turn put down his glass, put his other hand on her thigh and kissed her. It was a long embrace and their mouths moved strongly against each other. I could see how much she wanted it. His large hand rose and began feeling each of her tits in turn. I could already see his cock standing pretty stiffly through his trousers. Already I knew he was going to be big. The man paused and asked with a grin if Carla had tried black cock before. My wife hid a smile, told him she had and asked him to come through to our bedroom.

He followed her through the hall. From behind I could almost feel his tension and desire to screw my wife senseless. Carla entered first, turned and stood by our bed. She seemed to pose. Allowing him to cast his gaze up and down her figure. I shut the door behind me and went over to the window. From here the man seemed to take over. He stepped forward, reached out a hand and briefly felt my wife's breasts. Obviously impressed with her cleavage. I could see Carla enjoying the forcefulness of his approach as he suddenly and aggressively tugged the dress down to her waist. She swallowed dryly, hiding a joyous gasp as he admired her body. I watched as she lowered the dress and stepped out of it. She was naked apart from her jewellery and high heels and we could both see his erection standing up through his pants. There was no doubting that he would enjoy his work today. I saw her stiffen slightly as he took off his jacket. Then carried on with his trousers. It took him some moments in which Carla waited, perhaps showing some apprehension. His cock was big and he bounced free as he lowered his underwear.

We had heard so much about black cock and we were not disappointed. The shaft was thick and long with a cut top. So black and big. Bobbing as he moved. My wife sat on the bed. Her excitement showing as she looked at his long meat. Our guest knelt on the bed and lowering his head, kissed her on the lips. He made it clear he wanted her to ride him before positioning himself on the bed. His big cock standing up in his lap. Carla joined him. Moving across the bed and sitting assuredly astride his lap. Her fingers traced behind and over his huge balls as she reached between her legs to guide his cock. She wanted him inside her no mistake. Then there was a pause as Carla sank her hips down. She took him slowly, her colour draining as his black cock spread her. A groan of pleasure came forth as his hands gripped her waist. Quite a squeeze as he pushed home. When she began to move her hips there was still a good 2 inches of base not taken in. His hands slipped down and rested on her thighs as she rocked. I could see it building inside her as she gradually accustomed herself to his size.

Carla fucked him for three or four minutes. Occasional gasps erupting from her mouth as she rocked her hips back and forth on him. Her perfectly styled hair moved only slightly around her shoulders. An indication of just how softly she went. I stood and moved my chair. Excited myself and eager for him to take over and fuck her with the kind of vigour she deserved. Soon enough it was time for him to lead. Carla looked ready and willing as they traded placed. She lay across the bed and opened her legs as the man positioned himself between them. Her expression changed. Struggling as he pushed up. He squeezed, his big dick bending as it penetrated. Carla gave a moan as he worked his way in. Hers hands rose and rested on his arms as his hips began grinding against her. Gradually he began humping. Slowly I might add. I stood at the foot of the bed so I could see his cock sliding nicely in and out. Buried nice and deep. By now he had her all the way to his balls which flopped and slapped against her body in growing urgency.

Soon he rose onto his arms. Carla gasped out in pleasure. He had her where he wanted her now and aggressively began laying in with strong deep strokes. My wife's eyes where shut tight as she jerked on his deep and growing thrusts. The look on his face was one of sheer determination. She gasped and reeled. Cried of 'oh my god…yes' filled our bedroom. Looking up at him from the bed as he fucked her five or six intense minutes. There was such an assuredness to his rhythmic screwing and the bed was quite literally being thrown forward. The large wooden headboard meeting the wall. Suddenly the man stopped and withdrew. He confidently gathered Carla's legs in his arms and pinned them apart before penetrating once again. Carla was quite helpless. Her long legs parted. The man's eager fucking rocking our bed and jerking her back on his strokes. It certainly brought back images of Spain and the entertainer. Carla gave another long sudden moan and I returned to the foot of the bad where his balls where smacking against her. Then where large and heavy. His cock making a slick, oiled penetration of her body. This was wonderful sex to watch and he was going too quickly I was amazed he could last. This however was a real expert.

I could see my wife's hands trembling. She was being black bred and loving every second. All from a man she'd only just met. His big cock was fast between her legs. Making him wet and slippery. Filling her completely and getting ready to deliver a creamy load to her womb. I remember how I felt a little dizzy. Staggered and amazed by what I was seeing. What this would mean. Carla would not have had it any other way. The sweat on his brow was collecting as he got ready to deliver his seed. Her eyes looked a little dazed as his screwing slowed to a stiff, harsh bonk. Each deep stroke driving a gasp of breath from her lips and jerking her with venom. From watching her I could almost see her heart beating faster. Carla gave a dry moan. Her hand weakly grasping the bed sheet. I wondered if she still saw the man lying on top of her. His eyes looking hungrily over her body. There was a rampant flourish before he came. He actually gasped out loud that he was coming. Then his humping stopped and he let loose several long breaths. Carla joined him as he gave her every inch and unloaded his balls. We waited some moments until he withdrew. It was obvious that they each where quite exhausted. Sex had lasted far longer than I had imagined it would. My wife sat up, swallowed dryly and quite gingerly brought her legs together.

As my wife put on a robe I made them both a drink. When I returned our guest had gotten into bed and was keenly watching Carla at her dresser. He seemed relaxed. His eyes running up and down her body as she tidied her makeup in the mirror. The aftermath of sex was strong. Still hanging in the air. He gave me a nod as I put the cup beside him. Now it was nearly over I didn't really know how I felt. Excited? Maybe. I had certainly enjoyed the afternoon's fun. More than ever. Carla's face was hard to read. She looked content. Standing she walked around to the bedside, untying the knot of her gown and letting it drop to the floor. Lifting the sheet she slipped naked into bed beside him. His arm reaching out and he took her in. I watched them as they began kissing. The man eventually turning himself confidently. Carla rolling onto her back. Her legs parting beneath the sheet as he mounted her once again. This second time was longer but slower. His hips rolling gently back and forth forcing the bed to rock only slightly towards the wall.

That ends our first meeting. My wife's attitude. She desperately wanted to keep seeing him. I could see that as she watched him getting dressed. Together they went to the door and arranged a time for another visit the following week. Carla was adamant that he could come anytime he liked. As they shared an embrace I couldn't help but wonder if his sperm was already going to work. My wife was more than satisfied. She called Danielle on the phone and thanked her deeply for all she had done. Her friend was understandably keen to know all that had gone on. It was quite incredible that we didn't even know his name. Afterwards, as Carla took a shower I chatted to Danielle. She asked me in a lurid tone how I had liked watching my wife with a black man. And if I had been hard as I had watched him fucking her. Though answering as casually as I could, I felt this woman knew far more about me than I had thought.

Noel, that almost wraps it up. You know full well how things turned out though it did take 2 months until we got the result we wanted. Carla was pregnant. I'll never forget the look on her face when the positive test came through. I don't think she had believed it would even come true. The first few months where the best. When Carla finally began to show. As a reward I took her to Paris for a week. Sparing no expense and when we returned, she announced the news to her family. Her mother in particular was so thrilled. Unknowing of who the true father of her grandchild was. With the baby due next month Carla is relying on me quite heavily at the moment. The bulge of her tummy is quite neat though I daresay there have been times when she worries about keeping her figure. I suspect that this may be the least of our problems when it finally arrives. For now though, I hope you and Sandra enjoy the experience as much as we have.