A Reply to 'Black Bred'

I waited quietly in the lounge while Emma 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 Emma 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. Emma 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 Emma 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. Suggesting that he come to our home one convenient afternoon. Emma agreed. Saying she was looking forward to meeting him. 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 visit.

Emma 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. Emma 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. Though he had promised my wife on the phone that he would return regularly until that was the case. 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 Emma 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. Emma 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 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 jewellery set. Making my wife’s eyes light up in delight as I fastened the chair around her delicate neck. It sparkled deliciously. 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 Emma 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 Emma 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. I recognised his face right away as the man from the photo Danielle had first sent. He wore a suit which was nice and he had dark skin and a near shaven head. Like our friend 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 Emma 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 Emma 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 Emma mentioned Danielle and at least one of us was surprised to hear that he was the father of one of her two children. That seemed to break the air a little and Emma 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 and Emma’s hand looked small against the bulge. The man paused and asked with a grin if Emma 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 her senseless. Emma 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 ‘bull’ 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 Emma 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 Emma 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. Emma 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 Emma 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. 

Emma fucked him for three or four minutes. Occasional gasps erupting from her mouth as she rocked her hips back and forth. 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. Emma 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. Emma gave a moan as he worked his way in. Her 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. Emma 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 composure 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 Emma’s legs in his arms and pinned them apart before penetrating once again. She 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. Though it was far better than that. Emma 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 as they held his strong waist. 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. Emma 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. Emma 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. Emma 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 Emma 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. Emma’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. Emma 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. Emma 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. She was more than satisfied. Calling 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 Emma 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 two months until we got the result we wanted. Emma 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 Emma 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 Emma is relying on me quite heavily at the moment. The bulge of her tummy is quite neat on 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.

Your,
Jim and Emma C