Chapter 1

After looking at the non-intrusive DNA test results confirming that Daniel, my husband, is not the father, I examined my 9-week belly in the bedroom mirror.

How can I be so unlucky? I am a very faithful wife. After all, during our two-year marriage, I only fucked three other men and they were one-night stands so that is not cheating. Each time I was just out for a few drinks and having fun.

Furthermore, only one of the men was a black man, and I only fucked him that one night, so why am I having a black man’s baby. Moreover, why did I not insist that he use a condom as I did with the two white men?

I remember that night. It was summer so I dressed in denim hot pants and a white halter top.

I went to a casual club for drinks and dancing with a couple of my married woman friends. We expected from time to time for one of us to talk to, perhaps even leave with a man. Therefore, we understood the unspoken sisterly complicity. Within seconds of sitting at a table and ordering drinks, a man asked me to dance. He was about forty, not my type, but he was dressed nice and I just wanted to dance. We danced a couple of dances before I returned to the table.

After another song, this young black man asked me to dance. I am not into black men but he was about 6’4” and very good-looking. He had just graduated from the university where he was a wide receiver. Therefore, he was athletic and sexy. Moreover, he was educated so I did not mind that he was black. We stayed on the dance floor and, before long, we were grinding. I felt his hard cock. Even though our clothes, I could tell his cock was larger than Daniel’s. That resulted in me wanting to be naughty. Therefore, I left with him when he suggested we go somewhere.

He took me to his apartment and after closing the door, he kissed me. I kissed him back and we were feeling each other’s bodies through our clothing. However, that only lasted a few seconds. He grabbed the hem on both sides of my halter top and I raised my arms as he lifted it over my head. I barely have B-size breasts so I did not need and I was not wearing a bra.

Even though my breasts are small, he was consuming them and I was unbuttoning his shirt. He paused long enough to unbutton and pull my denim hot pants over my hips. They fell to the floor, I stepped out of them, and, as I was unzipping his pants, he led me to his bedroom. He removed my panties and as I climbed onto the bed, he finished undressing.

For the first time, I could see, not just feel, his big black cock. It was more than an inch longer and at least a quarter inch thicker than Daniel’s was. Based on porn sites, it was not huge, but clearly, it was the largest cock that I have experienced. He did not take time for foreplay and I did not need any.

Every since were grinding, my pussy has been in full flow and I wanted his big hard cock inside my pussy. When I felt his cock against my pussy, I opened my legs wider. He may have stretched my pussy but I was very wet so penetration was quick. Moments later, he fucked me with his big black cock. He fucked me deeper than any man ever fucked me before. He came quickly but not before, he gave me a great orgasm.

We settled into a postcoital embrace for 30 minutes or perhaps a bit longer. Then we began all over again. This time his fucking was slower and by the time he ejaculated, I had climaxed twice. He fucked me twice more that night and each time I climaxed. The next morning we showered and put our clothes on. Then he took me out for breakfast, and after breakfast, he took me home. I knew Daniel would not return for another three days. Therefore, Daniel returning early was not a problem. However, I would have preferred our neighbors not to see a black man bringing me home in the morning and me wearing hot pants. Nevertheless, we are not acquainted with our neighbors so it did not matter.

After I missed my period and confirmed that I was pregnant, I told Daniel and he was ecstatic. At first, the thought that I may be pregnant by a black man did not enter my mind. After all, Daniel and I fucked a dozen times that month and the black man only fucked me that one night. It was not until after I calculated the time from my last period that I fucked the black man that I was concerned. That was fourteen days and it was another three days before Daniel returned. However, Daniel fucked me before he left, so I reasoned that Daniel was the father.