****** Fat Boy by Ulyssa Kincaid ******
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Fat Boy


On the day I found out that my white wife had been fucking a black men, I still
couldn't force myself to confront Diane about it. She'd been a staff
development consultant for area school districts working on a dozen statewide
projects with dozens of other professional education people from all over the
midwest and that included one African American colleague from the Detroit Metro
area. The thing is, I really thought well of this guy, but I'm not cold-blooded
enough to let her go off with the better man. Besides, I told myself, Diane
doesn't really want to leave me for this man. She just needed to have a black
cock fuck her every now and then. I didn't know it at the time, but she'd been
fucking him off and on for close to seven months. I also didn't know that there
had been a serious complication in our life together.

It all started for me when I accidentally listened to an unerased segment from
an audio cassette tape one night a week or so back. It was a small cartridge
style tape that is used in those voice activated tape recorders, and I was
going through a few old tapes to see if I could use one for a business meeting
I had the next morning. I'd listen to seminar notes and lecture material and
then I'd fast forward the tape trying to decide if there was enough space to
put about an hour's worth of new notes toward the end of an old tape. If I
hadn't been such a cheapskate, I wouldn't have overheard something that I knew
Diane hadn't realized had been recorded during one of her many evenings out of
town at educational conferences.

James Kenton was forty-one years old and my wife, Diane, was thirty-six when I
discovered this unexpected twist in their professional relationship. There are
things about any affair which are very intriguing,

"You know something, Diane?" James's voice said. "For the first time since I
was a newlywed, making love has become an inevitable part of my days together
with you."

The next words I heard on the tape were from a very familiar invitation: "Would
you like to rub my front?" Diane's voice asked. She'd always asked me that
question whenever she was eager to begin sexual foreplay. Her words brought a
strangling lump up to my throat. I began to imagine his huge black hands and
long thin fingers roaming across the smooth white flesh of my wife's breasts as
the tape echoes small feminine gasps and moans.

"I love how your gorgeous dark body contrasts against mine, James."

"I used to hate my body," James said. "When I was a youngster growing up in
Southgate, I had a real weight problem. The neighbor kids would always call me
Fat Boy."

"You're kidding!"

"It's true. And of course the more they teased me, the more depressed I'd
become and so..."

"The more you'd eat."

"That's how it was. Anyway, in my last year of high school, I discovered weight
training and promised myself that I would stick to it until I became fit and
slim."

"Wow, I'm impressed."

"No more Fat Boy after that," James said.

"Oh, I wouldn't say that," Diane responded. "What I've got my hands on down
here under the covers feels like an eagerly fat fella who's dying to come in
out of the cold."

"He's not fat, he's pleasingly plump."

Diane watched as James took hold of a small tube of KY Jelly and slowly
squeezed out a large glob of clear gel onto the tips of his black fingers. Then
those dark fingers dropped out of sight between Diane's thighs and the shocking
cold lubricant oozed a chilling trail across the delicate tissue of her swollen
labial lips. Seconds later his wet emboldened fingers slipped gently between
the opening of her loins so that he could smear her inner tissues with the cool
wet gelatin.

"Oh, my God," Diane gasped.

James Kenton's black fingers poked and stroked playfully in the newly moistened
warmth inside Diane's cunt. The sensations running through her both made her
ache, yet stimulated the raw nerves inside her loins. For a full minutes on end
James Kenton plied at her body with his fingers. The lubricant stimulated
Diane's own natural juices, making a glorious mess on the sheets underneath
her.

"Enough," Diane said throatily after she'd nearly cum under his fingers. "I
want your fat boy inside me now, James. I can't wait any longer."

James scrambled quickly over Diane's naked white body positioning himself until
he'd planted the long blunt tip of his erection securely at the base of her
sloppy wet swollen labia. "You don't have to ask me twice."

"No, and I never expect that I will," Diane giggled. She parted and raised her
thighs so that James could fit tightly against her coital saddle. Then taking a
hold of the end of his erect penis, Diane carefully guided his potent black
dick right to the brink of her body's welcoming loins. Both she and James
moaned in harmony as he pushed his fat eleven inch length deep into her moist
accepting vagina. For the next several minutes there was only the slight space
of a few inches between them as he pulled back his cock momentarily only to
shove his length totally back into her womb in order to bask in the juicy wet
glory of his white lover. What stamina her brawny black admirer had. James's
long prodding fat boy soon had Diane whimpering, kissing, licking, and nipping
at his face with her teeth along his chin and cheek and mouth wanting to
consume him with her lips. Diane moaned with the exquisite pleasure of the
imposing experience of his huge black dick stretching her so fully.

As soon as the black man began breathing hard over her, Diane gave him the
emotional go ahead to complete his climax. She wrapped her arms and legs around
his body and pulled him as close as she possibly could. "You've got me now,
James Kenton, and there's nothing I can do about it." Diane used her soft,
little girl voice -- the one she uses whenever lovemaking becomes pure pleasure
for her. "Show me what that fat boy of yours can do."

James sighed and groaned and even sputtered a bit.

Suddenly I realized that I was listening to James Kenton climaxing. That a
black man I'd never met was ejaculating his sperm into my wife. Of course, even
if I hadn't been totally certain, it would only take a few choice words from
Diane to verify the image for me: "Oh! Oh my, you're spraying inside me," Diane
laughed softly in delight. "Such a gentle warm splash! It's almost too much for
me."

James exhaled: "Do you want me to stop?"

"No! Absolutely not -- not just yet, I need you close right now. I need to tell
you something important."

"Something romantic, I hope."

"I think it is," she answered. "I think it's very romantic."

"Good, we should try never to leave our romance behind," James replied as he
shifted his weight.

"Right now our romance seems to be seeping out of me and onto this bed."

He laughed and began to withdraw from her. Diane grabbed his hips and pulled
him back close against her.

"Wait, James. Don't pull out yet," Diane pleaded. "Give me just a few more
minutes of conjugal bliss before fat boy leaves."

"Hmm? How could I possibly say no when you are so very wet, and I'm still
wallowing in the incredible soaking we've given each other?" the forty year old
black man replied. "So what did you want to tell me about?"

"I guess you could say it has to do with all those wonderfully potent soakings
of semen you've given me over the past months," Diane responded quietly.

James raised his head to scrutinize the naked body of his thirty-six year old
white lover. "Potent?"

Her blue eyes locked onto his dark brown eyes. Diane nodded and whispered.
"Very potent."

"Are you certain?"

Diane smiled. "The doctor thinks I'm about seven weeks along. I suspect it
happened when we were at the Boyne Mountain conference."

"What are you going to do, Diane?"

"What do you mean, 'what am I going to do?'" Diane sat up to look down at
James's naked body sprawled all over the bedclothes. "I'm going to have a baby!
Your baby! And I plan on keeping him."

"Him?"

"Yeah, him! Some chubby little fat boy, I think."

"And how's Bryan going to react to that?"

"Rather poorly, I suspect. It should take a week or so after the delivery for
Bryan to figure out that the baby's not his, if nobody tells him."

That was cold, I thought to myself. Did that slut hate me so much that she
really meant those words?

James Kenton stood partially in the hallway so that he could see the reflection
of the sliding glass shower door in the bathroom mirror. The overhead light
illuminated the figure within and reflected off the white skin behind the
beveled glass shower door showing his companion's progress as Diane showered
away he remnants of last night's encounter with James. She showered for about
ten minutes while he watched her fascinated by her feminine smoothness. When
the sliding glass door finally opened, James got a detailed look at her
familiar body.

Her breasts, shoulders, hips, thighs, abdomen and loins were all presented for
his edification. She stood toweling off her hair and face, unaware that he was
staring at her so intently. James's eyes drifted to the pronounced mound just
south of her abdomen. His eyes were glued to her pussy. Flocked by delicate
light brown hairs which let her creamy skin show through, he examined the folds
of flesh that led to the velvet soft gateway to ecstasy which he'd enjoyed so
heartily last night. Enjoyed! James had literally wallowed in the luxurious
wetness of Diane's vagina for nearly forty minutes before he climaxed and let a
flask full of hot wet semen jet loose from his scrotum and penis out into
Diane's receptive sheath. God, he loved fucking her.

But suddenly things had changed between them. Her eyes caught his staring at
her. "What's going on with you?"

"I want to stop the morning," he sighed. "Turn back the alarm clock and take
you totally just one more time."

"C'mere," she said. He walked over to where her naked body stood.

Diane kissed him. Her kiss was an accurate expression of what had happened
between the two of them the night before. She took his face in her hands right
at his jawline and brought her lips right up to his. Suddenly she was all warm
and wet and eagerly exploring his mouth. James was taken by surprise, what a
wonderful kiss! What a startling reminder of their gentle ardor of their
closeness and the mesmerizing dalliances of the times they'd shared last night.

"Is that better?"

"Yes and no," he said. "I still want to turn back the clock."

She continued to lean her face into his naked rich mahogany chest as they stood
holding each other in the bathroom. "Oh, you smell good. I wish we could go
back a couple of hours too."

Apparently the sound of their going back into the bedroom area of the hotel
triggered the recording device again.

"Are you really pregnant?" James asked.

Diane nodded and smiled. "Are you okay with that?"

"I guess I'm worried about being a father again. Am I too old."

"I thought I was too old to conceive. I never had kids with Bryan and I never
thought I'd have children in my lifetime!," Diane whispered, "But now that I
found out that I've got your baby growing inside me, I'm glad. Pretty soon my
abdomen will stretch and swell with a child... with your child. Thank you for
impregnating me, my lover. Thanks for giving me your baby."

"But Diane this baby will be black. Can you deal with that?"

"That's the best part of it, James," she smiled at him again, saying, "After
all those years of trying with my blonde haired white husband, you've finally
succeeded where he failed. You took some white man's very willing, if somewhat
careless, white wife, and your big, long, fat boy knocked her up. So now
whenever anybody sees my baby...our baby, everyone will implicitly understand
that I prefer fucking black men."

*

Afterwards I went out and got stinking drunk for the first time in over four
years. Questions? Comments? The location of a good diaper service? E-mail
ulyssakincaid@yahoo.com

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