Black Bred

I met the tanned blonde’s husband shortly after at the bar and after short introductions he introduced himself as Bob. By then I was still breathing heavily and coming to terms with what lay ahead. Maybe it was the drink but Katarina seemed more relaxed and enjoying having the multiple black studs in the club eyeing her. She sat cross-legged, perfectly still bar a raise of her lip or gentle tapping of her foot. Our apparent success hadn’t been lost on Bob. 
‘English huh? That your wife? She’s quite a beauty’. I nodded and thanked him. ‘That’s Vikki’ he said nodding towards the blonde. Vikki raised her glass. ‘You been into the lifestyle long?’
‘A year. But it’s our first night here’. The man nodded and took a cigar pack out of his pocket. He offered me one.
‘Hoping for some action huh?’ he smiled a glint in his eye. Then, looking back at Katarina, ‘you shouldn’t have any trouble. Not with a woman like that’. For some reason I liked the husband. He was clearly a veteran. For some reason I wanted to tell him about our intentions and when I mentioned Susie he raised an eyebrow. ‘Susie eh?’ came his response. ‘Not seen her for ages. You know Vikki had a black kid five or 6 years back. Best years of our lives’. 

Balancing a fresh Martini I returned to our table and whispered news of Vikki and Bob to my wife. I was pleased there were others who had ventured down our road. Our little talk had spurred me on and now I was more eager than ever to have my wife bred. We had been there over an hour and I knew it was time to make a move. This was out night. There were, I noticed, now ten or more white women in the club. Four of them as yet as yet unaccompanied and all dressed up for an evening to remember. The rest were with husbands. I thought of my wife, her fertile body at the mercy of the entire hard black dick around the room. Katarina re-crossed her legs, took a mirror out of her handbag and checked herself. She was content. The bull in the suit whom had watched us closely on arrival was talking to a black friend. When he saw us looking in his direction he sat up. I nodded and over he came.

‘Good evening’ he said. His voice was like melted chocolate. ‘My names Raul…can I join you?’ 
‘Certainly’ I said. Raul took a seat opposite to us both and I felt Katarina sit up straight beside me, pressing her fabulous firm cleavage out. From so near I wondered if he could make out the round shape of her nipples beneath. Knowingly he accepted the offer. It was obvious despite his jacket that the stud was well built beneath. Though he was not the tallest he was broad and square jawed. We began small talk with me taking the lead. Maybe because I was nervous too. Katarina spoke little if at all. The look that they already shared throughout showed Raul cared not for what I had to say. His eyes where all over her, working their way up and down her crossed legs and over her face and tits. I felt my wife’s hand slide into mine and the pressure of her grip suggested she was very turned on. 
‘You want to sit with her?’ I gasped breathlessly. The bull grinned and we exchanged seats, the shape of his big cock showing through his cheap trousers as he stood. Katarina sipped her drink with satisfaction as he slid an arm around her waist. 

I watched as Raul whispered in Katarina’s ear, making her smile. As she flirted I went again to the bar to get them both a fresh drink. Somehow I enjoyed seeing her with him. So bold and confident I wandered if he could already sense that he would be fucking her lovely tight, white cunt balls deep later on. I ordered the drinks and had a cigarette while I waited. It seemed appropriate to give them some moments to get to know each other. After all, Katarina would want to know something about her black baby’s daddy. I went to the restroom and splashed cold water on my face. All kind of thoughts: Katarina, Emma, and Chloe. After a short time I rearranged my tie and strode out to be greeted by quite a surprise. I had only left her a minute but that was all that was needed. For now a second male was standing at our table eyeing up my wife with a big grin on his face. I felt my throat go dry as I watched them across the room. The new stud was much younger and very different. He had broad shoulders, light brown skin and wore a gold stud in his ear. In contrast to the formal nature of Raul he wore a basketball top and a gold chain, his toned, bare muscular arms hanging prominently by his sides. Something about him suggested he was cocky and headstrong. Definitely in the way he clashed with the style of the place. Maybe the way he rolled his head and stood slouched to one side. For years I had known full well Katarina's often surpressed attraction to black men so I knew this new male was every bit what she liked. Even from the bar I could see her eyes roaming over his muscular figure and her tongue darting around her lips. As I stood watching I also felt very good on the prospect of him spreading her legs too and kept back. Amazingly, after some light chatter he took a seat on the other side to her. To be honest I could see the excitement in her face and the apprehension too. Two males? 

‘This your husband?’ The new man was looking up at me from his seat, his manner leisurely and his big hand planted firmly on my wife’s inside thigh. Katarina had been fucked by younger men before but this was different. Confidently, almost mockingly he ran his eyes over her figure and down her dress. A gesture no doubt intended to get at me. Yes, he was determined to make her his. My cock was throbbing as I took a chair and watched his gaze lingering on her cleavage. Raul began chatting to her, asking where we were from and if we had visited Chez Louis before. Katarina seemed eager, if apprehensive to tell him as much as she dared. She was quietly spoken and polite. Even producing a photo of Chloe from her handbag when Raul prompted her. I knew both these men could see what she was. Well brought up, well mannered, well spoken and soon to be well bred. Katarina re-crossed her long legs and asked the men what they did for a living. They laughed. Their actions so tremendous and dismissive. They just took it for granted they where going to end up fucking her and Katarina knew it. She accepted it. I noticed Bob nodding to me from across the room. He and Vikki where leaving, two studs in tow. When I turned back to see Raul’s hand also resting on my wife’s leg. The look in his friend’s eyes was hostile, dominant and just as I liked. 

Katarina flirted with the men. She knew how to tease and I listened, as the conversation became more intimate. They compared how well hung they were with how much white pussy both were used too. When ‘Darrell’ leaned over to me I could see the taunting look in his eye.
‘I like your wife’s tits man’ he said. ‘I mean I like all of her…but her tits are something else’. I noticed her eyes drop as the bull addressed me. Her submission to these men. Each could have her as long as they liked. The cocky sports top wearer knocked back his fourth beer then with a glare he put a finger beneath my wife’s chin, tilted her head and kissed her. It was a sudden movement and Katarina responded in like. She was willing and after some initial surprise came back more intimate. Their lips met for some time before Raul took his kiss. 
‘Show them your ankle honey’ I gasped. My head was really spinning from what was going on. Chez Louis really was the place to be. Katarina smiled and raised her foot. The slender bracelet around her ankle caught the light just as her wedding ring had previously. There was a smile on her face I’d not seen before. She knew what she wanted. ‘I...LOVE..BLACK…COCK’ Darrell read out the inscription, his smile revealing several gold teeth as he finished. ‘Damn…I knew you was special’. With a grin, Raul turned to me and said 
‘You want to get us a room?’

My wife nodded and without hesitation I went to the reception and paid for a motel room across the road. The woman smiled at me, nodding to the two studs we had in tow and wished us a good time before handing me the key. Outside we crossed the road. It was a warm night and I gasped for fresh air. A light breeze, chasing through the night. Between the two studs, Katarina walked, swaying and tottering from the Martini’s. Both Darrell and Raul took full advantage. Their hands were all over her before we got outside the door. Squeezing her ass and tits. Glad that she was not wearing a bra. Laughing and groaning as they kissed her in turn. 
‘Damn baby…yeah gonna fuck you good girl’.
‘Look at those tits…yeah!’. They where supporting her, grinning and casting looks at one another. Both wanted her out of that dress and on her back. I went out in front, stumbling on the road and up the motel boardwalk. A sudden shriek laugh causing me to look back. Katarina had caught her shoe in the wooden stairs and Darrell had caught her. The two where kissing quite heatedly, my wife’s arms draped up around his neck as he rocked her to one side. His hand was pushed down the front of her dress ad he was feeling her tits in the street. She seemed almost limp and quickly I unlocked the door to “36” and switched on the light. 

It was small but cosy inside. There was a well-used double bed with white sheets, a dresser, wardrobe and a portable TV. Some cheap pictures hung on the Lime-green, chipped motel walls. It wasn’t nearly as upmarket as the club then it was perfect for my wife interracial breeding session. Stepping back I made way as Katarina, Raul and Darrell came through the door. With a pounding heart I fumbled back into a chair and looked on as the men kissed her and stroked their hands all over her body. I was hard as a rock and watching Raul's hands all over her ass did nothing to dampen my spirits. He had old, weathered fingers and for the first time I noticed a gold wedding band on his finger. Somehow he seemed the type to have kids of his own. Maybe a wife someplace. In contrast Katarina was fertile, fresh and ready to be bred. I thought of the mass of sticky, wet sperm waiting to be dumped into her womb. As if reading my thoughts Darrell and Raul began unfastening their pants. 
Darrell was big. The shaft of his light brown cock stood out in an arching erection. I’d guess he had 8 inches, circumcised with the head of his meat round and prominent. He bobbed from his underwear, a big black cock. Katarina gave a nervous laugh as she held it by the base and tried to visibly contain her drunken excitement. 
‘You like big dick baby?’ he said with a laugh directed towards me.
‘Big ‘Black’ dick’ Katarina replied her smile as bright and forward as ever. There was a look of perverse resignation in her eyes too. Like a total slut she sat on the bed, gripped her new boyfriend and slid her mouth over his dick. He stiffened and groaned as her fingers and lips slid up and down his meat. The cocky studs balls hung there, big and heavy while she touched and felt them with her other hand.