Fertility Rights

"I wanted to pretend to myself that it was mine; I so wanted a child that I could call my own."

"Hmm... do you know that she is actually fertile at the moment?"

"Yes we've been trying for a baby for ages." I said.

"This was all her suggestion wasn't it. And she's been on about it for months and months you said." I agreed. "And she told you about the blocked tubes."

"What are you driving at?"

"I'm not sure but I suspect the way your wife was acting she's been planning to go black for some time, that's if she hadn't already!"

I looked at her with loathing but she held my gaze evenly. "I'm not trying to upset you but she was the woman we saw in that room last night with that larger group watching her with those black guys. Now you can pretend your wife has come to a strange city and somehow ended up doing that by chance but it's a pretty significant change of emphasis, if you understand me, so I suspect she has wanted this from the outset." Em shrugged.

"You wait. She'll get to the end of the month and not be pregnant and suggest you try this again. It's a softening up process Mark. You'll soon start to do this every month and I bet those evenings will be involve her with a black lover." I tried to pull away but she resisted my tug. "Look I could be wrong but I'm just saying what she has got up to is well beyond anything that might happen by complete accident. Anyway if I'm wrong she will tell you about it."

We ordered a taxi which left me back to the hotel while Em went off home for some sleep. I packed the suitcases and thought it bizarre that we'd hired the room and apart from one short sex session we'd not used the bed at all.

Kerry arrived as I was about to check out; it was getting tight for time. She apologised and jumped into the shower. I stood in the doorway and trying to keep calm I asked her about her evening. She then told me she'd met a guy at the club and after a few drinks they'd gone to a party.

I actually felt smug that she was being honest with me and mentally decided to phone Em when I got home to tell her she was wrong and a bitch for being so nasty about my wife. Kerry also described how she'd got a bit too drunk and let the guy take her to a spare room where they'd made love.

Just as I went to ask a question about his colour she added that after what was a 'quickie' they'd gone back to his flat where they'd slept until late hence why she'd only just got back. I wanted to yell and call her a liar but dared not. I kept probing about the party and the other guests there but she just kept up the pretence and I felt crushed when she said that I needn't worry the guy was the image of me!

The journey home was quiet as we were both sleepy so took it in turns to drive but once home as agreed we made love. It was odd I wasn't sure if I should tell her the truth and risk her turning on me or accept that she'd been with a black guy and hope it was just a one off. Her sex was a little loose but she was very hot and the session was full of passion so I mentally forgave her and hoped it was simply her guilt stopping her from telling me.

Life returned to normal for the next few weeks until her period came; maybe I was too suspicious but she didn't seem that surprised (despite the tears) or show any signs of relief (that she wasn't possibly expecting a mixed race child) so I began to suspect that Em might have been correct after all especially when Kerry suggested we try the same thing again that month as well.

I didn't know what to do. I thought about confronting her but it sounds strange but while I knew she was going to sleep with someone else she had no idea (or indeed had given approval) that I had as well. In the end I decided to set a trap for her and suggested Manchester again as it seemed the logical place to go however she said no and told me she wanted to go somewhere else because she was too embarrassed to go back to the same clubs.

Finally after discussing if for a few days we settled on a large town, slight closer to home but just as unlikely to pose a threat to our anonymity. Also there was the cost of yet another hotel so we agreed to stop at cheap motel just for one night.

So two weeks later we arrived and I sat in the small room watching her getting dolled up in a short skirt and tight top looking like a different woman once again to the one I was used to.

She appeared far more confident this time and after a few drinks she got me to escort her to a club where she left me at the door. I wandered away but this time only to a bar down the road and after half an hour or so I followed her in. The place was dark and busy but I was wary just in case Kerry saw me although I needn't have worried.

I spotted my wife on the almost empty dance floor moving about showing off curves clearly enjoying the fact that she was the focus of most of the attention from the men gathered around the outside..

I settled in a corner and waited as the place got busier although on one occasion she very nearly saw me as she came to the bar just behind where is stood but thankfully she didn't. Anyway within an hour I was having trouble seeing her at all and only a little after that she was swallowed up in the crowded room.

So I nearly missed what I'd come to see: I was actually sipping a new bottle of beer when I spotted Kerry with a large black guy, whose arm encircled her waist, making for the exit. I fought to get to her but she had gone by the time I made the door.

I checked my mobile but there was nothing so I went back to the hotel where of course I was alone all night. I got the usual text say she was going to stay out, at half past two over an hour after she'd actually left, so I settled down to a fitful sleep trying to think of how I was going to challenge her in the morning.

The following day she didn't arrive until I was checking out, when she rushed up and apologised. Since she didn't have time to change she just grabbed the keys and went to sleep in the back of the car while I paid the rather surprised desk clerk.

I questioned her once I had joined her but she more or less repeated the lies of the previous month: The guy was nice, loving, slow to pick up her signs but when they'd eventually made it to his apartment he turned out to be sensitive in bed although rather boringly, plus he had been determinedly sound asleep when she left him.

I waited for her to add something but she settled down and went to sleep. I drove home brooding then once in the house it began:

"Let's go up and make love." She stated.

"What's the point?" I replied.

"Well we want you to have an equal chance of being the father." She responded looking at me.

"The problem is," I began taking a deep breath. "I saw you last month at the party and again yesterday. This isn't about making a baby it's about you living some fantasy of yours!"

She stared at me for several seconds her face was white and from her expression I realised I'd got her, or so I thought. After a further pause she shrugged and said in an almost relieved way that we best talk.

I followed her into the next room where she sat facing me on opposite sofa.

"You know that I expected and hoped you would follow me last month but when you didn't I guessed you were comfortable with the whole thing anyway. Look I'm really sorry to have hurt you but I've been that way inclined for several years now..."

"What way?" I chipped back.

"Attracted to black men, I err..." She took a deep breath herself, "Remember when you said I was acting a little off for a month or two a couple of years ago, well you probably don't remember but that was after I went alone to Fiona and Guy's wedding. You see when I was there I was seduced by a black guy."

She looked at me with her dark eyes and I saw tears. "Frankly Mark I found the whole thing such a turn on that I realised it was never going to be a one time thing. At first I actually resented you for being an obstacle to my desires but then I decided I needed to get a grip and so I tried to love you again for the wonderful man that you are."

She glanced at her tightly grasping hands as she locked and unlocked her fingers. "I put the thoughts to one side for a while but that Christmas at our works dinner one of the contractors, who is black, danced with me and all my feeling came back. It was ridiculous because he was in his late forties and very happily married but I felt so hot just touching him. It was only then that I discovered just why I had such feelings!

You see I loved, no adored, the fact that I was white and married and in the arms of a black man. It felt ... feels so taboo and so exciting that I wanted it to become much more. I wanted to be seduced, ravished, dominated, used for another man's pleasure. I craved his large dark body on mine, his dark manhood deep in my married sex and actually wanted him to use me as he wanted without asking."

She sat back looking at me hard. "In the end the music finished and he said a polite thank you and off he went so I was left with a damp patch in my underwear and desires I just had to satisfy.

Of course that was actually quite easy to achieve so once I decided that I would find a man for the night I simply chose one who fitted my requirements; he was young, black and someone who had no connection to me.

It was fantastic; after chatting to him for less than an hour I simply made it clear that I wanted him and we left for my room." She was now talking in such a way that she could have been describing a move she'd enjoyed rather than her adultery.

"We made love for hours and he made me feel so excited and slutty that I didn't want it to end. He wasn't anything special, I mean you are a really good lover and his equipment wasn't any bigger but simply because he was black he got me so hot. I loved lying under him looking at his dark cock between my pale legs and just watching our distorted image in the glass of a picture hanging on the wall made me climax; his black body covering my white married one. You see I craved the illicit nature of it and loved that it's so wrong."

I couldn't speak. I'd feared many things but I'd somehow never dreamed the interracial element was the key to her desires. I guess I simply thought the thrill of being with another man was what drove her libido.

"After that party I decided I still loved you and didn't want us to divorce but knew you'd never understand so was forced to go behind your back. Now part of the thrill of this is being white and married so anyway a divorce would have taken away the main element of what makes it so thrilling.

I'm so sorry. But after that I began to meet other men. I went online and chatted to people then would arrange to meet them and always ended up having sex. The only problem was that although I loved being with a black partner I didn't feel good about it and really worried that you would eventually find out and it would destroy our marriage."

She sat back and fixed me with a hard stare. "Anyway I realised that I needed to persuade you to allow me to indulge myself. It was pretty obvious that it wasn't going to be easy so I came up with the excuse of making a baby as a way of starting the ball rolling. I wasn't sure how it would go but once you agreed I thought that if you saw me with a black man so you might begin to understand my needs."

"Understand?" I said dumbfounded. "You prefer to have sex with men other than me! That's what I understand!" I was shocked at her candour and still reeling at what it meant.

"Look Mark. You say you saw me last week so you know how deep the feeling are within me. I can't stop now but I really desperately want us to remain together. I love you so very much only I also crave sex with others. Now you can be sure that the last thing I want to do is to actually go off with anyone. The man yesterday for example was great. He knew I was into him so got really cocky and got me to have sex with him in a number of ways but I loved it all.

The only thing I can add is that the last thing I wanted to do this morning was to be around him. The sex is great with all of them but that's the start and end of it. Besides I also love having sex with you and I think this actually helps to keep our relationship strong."

That was that. I sat silently then after thinking things over I added. "What about trying for a baby?" I asked. "Was a lie as well? I presume there is nothing wrong with your tubes."

"I wouldn't lie about that!" She responded angrily. "Actually I nearly always use something but occasionally they haven't. I must admit at first I was really scared I'd get pregnant but it seems that it's pretty unlikely, particularly when it's an occasional one-nighter."

"Meaning children are out of the question?"

"Hopefully not. The more we do it the greater the chance and I thought that if I'm not pregnant in say a year then we could try IVF although I'm not keen."

"But if you did get pregnant how would we know that the baby isn't from one of your affairs with one of these men?"

"They are not affairs. That implies some love and there is no love, just sex. As I've told you I try to get them to use something. Last night the guy did but the month before only the man I went with on the first night used one. I guess I should be a little more concerned but lets be honest any baby would be fantastic."

"So what am I meant to do now?" I asked, shattered.

"Let me have sex with black men! I want you to watch it all; getting dressed, flirting, being picked up and my ultimate of you watching me as I let a man have sex with me."

That was pretty much the end of the conversation and after a prolonged silence we went to bed although despite Kerry's attempts I was not interested in sex at all. The following day she tried to talk to me about it several times but I wasn't ready and brushed it away. Two weeks later she sat me down as informed me she was feeling period-ish. She then added that she desperately needed to arrange another weekend and really wanted me to agree and help. I said that I'd find it hard to do so but she simply added that she would do the research and find somewhere appropriate to visit so as long as I came with her that would be fine.

It is daft but I didn't say anything only she sorted out a hotel for two nights and when the time arrived I went with her on the Friday. I was sick with worry but felt powerless to say no as I'd allowed this to go too far to stop it anyway. So that evening Kerry spent an age making herself up; with a short velvet dress (really short this time) black opaque satin tights and a pair of black wet-look knickers that were only just hidden by the skirt of her outfit. Her shoes were high and her make-up was bold. She was so different to the girl I married I was stunned.

After several drinks in a pub where she was constantly checked out by the men at the bar we went to a club and as arranged separated. This time I watched from a more open position as she fended off a number of men until one more to her choosing came along, that is to say he was black. Kerry danced with him, slowly getting more and more friendly until they finally kissed as I watched, my heart racing. After that he was all over her and she did nothing to put him off. When the night grew late she came over to me and let me know that 'Bob was going to take her back to his place and fuck her hard' (her words said with glee) and I should go back to the hotel and wait for her to come back.

I did this without any prospect of seeing her before the morning so wasn't surprised when she arrived just after ten and insisted I have sex with her. It was strange making love to her as she described how aggressive the guy had been the previous night and how much she came when he had her. She was actually quite dry and admitted that they'd done it several times that morning. Of course I was at least allowed to cum inside her which was a small bonus but after that she slept as I went for walk before waking her for lunch. Really there is little more to add, she did the same the following night although for a change she called me around three in the morning and I slipped out and picked her up from a house a few miles away.

After that weekend we were out several times in the month only she decided on the third weekend that she wanted to invite a man back to our house so I could see her having sex. That first time I was struck how vocal Kerry was and just how intense her climaxes were which made me feel a little inadequate by comparison but she still happily had sex with me after her partner had left. I had witnessed my wife's double life for months now; she was a nice normal woman with our friends but once every few weeks she became a complete slut.

She loved to spice things up and a few months later we had several people around to quote for some building work, one of them turned up with a black guy as his colleague causing Kerry to joke about him being a perfect gift for her birthday which was in about five weeks. We argued about it but she finally won and we hired them yet despite my pointing out this was too close to home and her promising not to be stupid, she was. They started a few weeks later and all seemed fine but then the next week when I came home on her birthday evening I found her having sex with the man yet if anything my finding them together drove her to a huge orgasm. After he left she giggled about it and said 'thank you' for her present.

Rather than leaving it at that Thursday she greeted him at the door in her underwear and the following day she made love to him as soon as he arrived before we got dressed for work. She sat on the toilet his slime falling from her giggling as we heard him whistling contentedly as he began his days work. Thankfully she resisted him after that although she gave him a 'thank you' fuck the last day they were there.

I suppose eventually she grew a little tired of these and from then on her interracial affairs slowly became less and less frequent. Eventually one evening we went to bed early, she was getting amorous, and made love then as we were lying together after she whispered she was pregnant. I was so overjoyed I nearly cried and after a few moments she actually did. We hugged and held each other and were so happy it was just wonderful.

She had a normal birth and things settled until Matty was just about a year old when she sat me down and asked me if she could find a black lover the next weekend. I asked if she meant long term but she gave me the biggest kiss and told me not to be daft, just the weekend. I agreed and the look she gave me told me she'd been hoping for this for a long time.

The next weekend she dressed in gear that made her look gorgeous and I dropped her at a club. She called for me to pick her up at three the next morning which I did only when she got into the car (our baby was asleep in his seat) she had been crying. It turned out the man she met had got her to tell him about some of the naughty things she'd done, which she thought would just make the night and the sex hotter only he'd decided she was more or less a whore and had become very abusive and rather aggressive to her.

She was bitten and bruised but despite my desire to get even with him, I had his address after all, she told me not to and so I didn't. That encounter changed Kerry's views however and she's lost interest in sex with other men. It's been two years since that time and she is adamant she will never do it again. We still have just one child but are very, very happy and our sex life continues to be great.