Black breeding
This isn’t meant to be a sad confession, and it brings such joy to my face to sit here and put it down on paper. My wife recently gave birth to a baby boy. The only problem is that the baby isn’t actually mine; it belongs to my wife’s lover, Olu Shango.
Shango, as he prefers being called, has been fucking my wife on and off for the past few months. Amy had decided that she wanted to have a real man in bed with her, and I was seemingly happy to grant her that fulfilling wish. Your next question might be, ‘but why’? That’s because for almost a year, I have been encouraging Amy towards seeing other men.
I reckon some of you might be shocked reading this, but nothing of what I pen down is fictional. Yes, I am clear-headed to admit that I have long harboured the thought of wanting to see my Amy getting fucked by a man — or group of men, as it often suits my imagination — and I want to be there watching it unfold.
As typical as it seems to carry this set of images in my head, the most challenging part involved trying to convince Amy about giving this a try. She was quick to pooh-pooh the idea the first time I brought it to her attention. Don’t get me wrong, neither of us hails from a conservative background. I’ve never met any woman as liberal-minded as my wife; however when it comes to taking chances on new experiences, she does hesitate plenty of times. Amy had no problem watching porn with me. The ones she finds distasteful are often the ones that involve BDSM activity. As for me, I enjoy watching interracial or anything involving orgies; those are the ones that gets Amy off. Sometimes we role-played our favourite sex scenes. As long as it stayed between us, she had no qualms with embracing her sexuality.
I did what I could to broach the subject numerous times, always trying not to seem like I was rushing her into making a decision.
Another factor that sweetened the deal was when I encountered Shango in one of my usual haunts.
It was at a friend’s home. He and his wife were avid swingers that dabbled in the cuckold lifestyle. They were throwing a party at their home one evening; Amy and I were in attendance. At one point, I sneaked into a basement room and was shocked to see Olu Shango fucking my friend’s wife in the presence of other couples. Many of the couples were itching to get involved in the action, it seems. Shango climaxed, and the crowd ‘oohhhed’ and ‘ahhhhed’ when my friend dove forward to clean Shango’s cock as well his wife’s cum-filled pussy.
My friend later told me of how he and his wife got a kick out of Shango dominating them in their bedroom, in their own home. He introduced me days later to Shango, and I wasted no time explaining my situation to him. Shango proposed meeting my wife. I invited him over for dinner, and I then sat back and watched him perform his seductive magic upon Amy with devastating results.
I expected it would take him from several days to perhaps a week (even a month) before he could successfully convince Amy about giving this lifestyle a try. Shango overwhelmingly beat those odds by convincing her that very evening we had dinner!
Amy led him to the living room sofa where they began to cuddle. I stood farther, not wanting to intrude or break the moment. To my amazement, they began kissing like they were lovers from ages ago. But just when things were going well, Shango broke it off, claiming that he had other places to go and that they should continue some other time. Amy was distraught, as was I. She was hardly herself that night. Nothing I said could have cured what feelings.
Shango returned the following evening, by which time Amy was hungry and dying to be his plaything. She let him inside and didn’t allow him to get beyond the vestibule before jumping onto him. She attacked him with flagrant kisses, of which Shango was confident enough to accept. Amy directed him on where to go — to the bedroom and not anywhere else. Shango led her there.
It was a fulfilling night for Amy and myself especially. I got to have front-row seat at watching my wife getting plugged by a Black god.
Their sex wasn’t a one-time affair — that’s not how Shango operates, and besides, Amy had suddenly become addicted to wanting him again and again.
Shango practically owned Amy after that first night of sex. He stayed till morning, and they got to fuck after having breakfast before he told her that he needed to be off somewhere. I had no idea at the time where Shango resided; when he was off somewhere, I figured he was heading to another couple’s home to satisfy a horny wife. I did contact my friend later that afternoon. He told me that Shango had promised stopping by his home later that evening to give his wife, Samantha, her fix.
One weekend, Shango decided to invite Amy and Samantha over to his place. I drove Amy to his apartment and wasn’t surprised to see my friend and his wife, Samantha, there already. Shango took both women into the bedroom and left me with my friend in the living room. It wasn’t long before we started hearing screams and moans coning from that direction. My friend and I looked at each other. We decided to go and sneak a peek.
Samantha and Amy knelt on the bed’s edge with their butts sticking in the air while Shango went back and forth, giving them powerful thrusting of his dick. Watching the way his massive cock slid into my wife’s pussy, it was amazing that he didn’t split her in half!
Afterwards, he laid on the bed, and Amy straddled him and rode his cock while Samantha waited on them to be done. She saw her husband and I spying on them and waved at us. Amy groaned louder and louder while riding Shango harder. She eventually fell from him, and then it was Samantha’s turn to straddle him while Amy went and sat on his chin.
The sex went on like it won’t end. Shango climaxed in both women. I watched his cum dribble out of Amy’s pussy like creamed milk. I went and locked myself in a toilet and masturbated my pent-up excitement. Later, my friend went inside and did the same.
The entire time that Shango fucked my wife, never once did he bother to wear a condom. I once asked Amy about this. She responded that real men don’t need condoms, except white boys like myself. She certainly had a point, plus Shango’s cock was too impressive to be shielded by a rubber. If anything, I wanted Amy to feel every brunt of his girth. As for myself, I was content with jerking into my hand.
Months later, Amy announced that she was pregnant; I knew that it wasn’t of my making. I asked if she intended keeping it or not and told her that I would support whatever decisions she chose. As you would expect, she decided to keep the baby.
Even now, as I am writing this down, Samantha, too, has gotten pregnant. If I know my friend, I’m sure that he intends for her to keep it. Shango owns us, and we are content to be his Black-Owned slaves.
Shango, as he prefers being called, has been fucking my wife on and off for the past few months. Amy had decided that she wanted to have a real man in bed with her, and I was seemingly happy to grant her that fulfilling wish. Your next question might be, ‘but why’? That’s because for almost a year, I have been encouraging Amy towards seeing other men.
I reckon some of you might be shocked reading this, but nothing of what I pen down is fictional. Yes, I am clear-headed to admit that I have long harboured the thought of wanting to see my Amy getting fucked by a man — or group of men, as it often suits my imagination — and I want to be there watching it unfold.
As typical as it seems to carry this set of images in my head, the most challenging part involved trying to convince Amy about giving this a try. She was quick to pooh-pooh the idea the first time I brought it to her attention. Don’t get me wrong, neither of us hails from a conservative background. I’ve never met any woman as liberal-minded as my wife; however when it comes to taking chances on new experiences, she does hesitate plenty of times. Amy had no problem watching porn with me. The ones she finds distasteful are often the ones that involve BDSM activity. As for me, I enjoy watching interracial or anything involving orgies; those are the ones that gets Amy off. Sometimes we role-played our favourite sex scenes. As long as it stayed between us, she had no qualms with embracing her sexuality.
I did what I could to broach the subject numerous times, always trying not to seem like I was rushing her into making a decision.
Another factor that sweetened the deal was when I encountered Shango in one of my usual haunts.
It was at a friend’s home. He and his wife were avid swingers that dabbled in the cuckold lifestyle. They were throwing a party at their home one evening; Amy and I were in attendance. At one point, I sneaked into a basement room and was shocked to see Olu Shango fucking my friend’s wife in the presence of other couples. Many of the couples were itching to get involved in the action, it seems. Shango climaxed, and the crowd ‘oohhhed’ and ‘ahhhhed’ when my friend dove forward to clean Shango’s cock as well his wife’s cum-filled pussy.
My friend later told me of how he and his wife got a kick out of Shango dominating them in their bedroom, in their own home. He introduced me days later to Shango, and I wasted no time explaining my situation to him. Shango proposed meeting my wife. I invited him over for dinner, and I then sat back and watched him perform his seductive magic upon Amy with devastating results.
I expected it would take him from several days to perhaps a week (even a month) before he could successfully convince Amy about giving this lifestyle a try. Shango overwhelmingly beat those odds by convincing her that very evening we had dinner!
Amy led him to the living room sofa where they began to cuddle. I stood farther, not wanting to intrude or break the moment. To my amazement, they began kissing like they were lovers from ages ago. But just when things were going well, Shango broke it off, claiming that he had other places to go and that they should continue some other time. Amy was distraught, as was I. She was hardly herself that night. Nothing I said could have cured what feelings.
Shango returned the following evening, by which time Amy was hungry and dying to be his plaything. She let him inside and didn’t allow him to get beyond the vestibule before jumping onto him. She attacked him with flagrant kisses, of which Shango was confident enough to accept. Amy directed him on where to go — to the bedroom and not anywhere else. Shango led her there.
It was a fulfilling night for Amy and myself especially. I got to have front-row seat at watching my wife getting plugged by a Black god.
Their sex wasn’t a one-time affair — that’s not how Shango operates, and besides, Amy had suddenly become addicted to wanting him again and again.
Shango practically owned Amy after that first night of sex. He stayed till morning, and they got to fuck after having breakfast before he told her that he needed to be off somewhere. I had no idea at the time where Shango resided; when he was off somewhere, I figured he was heading to another couple’s home to satisfy a horny wife. I did contact my friend later that afternoon. He told me that Shango had promised stopping by his home later that evening to give his wife, Samantha, her fix.
One weekend, Shango decided to invite Amy and Samantha over to his place. I drove Amy to his apartment and wasn’t surprised to see my friend and his wife, Samantha, there already. Shango took both women into the bedroom and left me with my friend in the living room. It wasn’t long before we started hearing screams and moans coning from that direction. My friend and I looked at each other. We decided to go and sneak a peek.
Samantha and Amy knelt on the bed’s edge with their butts sticking in the air while Shango went back and forth, giving them powerful thrusting of his dick. Watching the way his massive cock slid into my wife’s pussy, it was amazing that he didn’t split her in half!
Afterwards, he laid on the bed, and Amy straddled him and rode his cock while Samantha waited on them to be done. She saw her husband and I spying on them and waved at us. Amy groaned louder and louder while riding Shango harder. She eventually fell from him, and then it was Samantha’s turn to straddle him while Amy went and sat on his chin.
The sex went on like it won’t end. Shango climaxed in both women. I watched his cum dribble out of Amy’s pussy like creamed milk. I went and locked myself in a toilet and masturbated my pent-up excitement. Later, my friend went inside and did the same.
The entire time that Shango fucked my wife, never once did he bother to wear a condom. I once asked Amy about this. She responded that real men don’t need condoms, except white boys like myself. She certainly had a point, plus Shango’s cock was too impressive to be shielded by a rubber. If anything, I wanted Amy to feel every brunt of his girth. As for myself, I was content with jerking into my hand.
Months later, Amy announced that she was pregnant; I knew that it wasn’t of my making. I asked if she intended keeping it or not and told her that I would support whatever decisions she chose. As you would expect, she decided to keep the baby.
Even now, as I am writing this down, Samantha, too, has gotten pregnant. If I know my friend, I’m sure that he intends for her to keep it. Shango owns us, and we are content to be his Black-Owned slaves.
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