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This isn't my story but one of my favorite. What can be more exciting than
a sweet innocent young wife that never gave any thoughts of sleeping with a black man when she's caught off guard by her deep interlust for big black cock and it changes her life......


The dream had been so real. For Kay it was like nothing she had ever experienced before, in the dream Kay had made love to a man in a car. Kay had acted like a slut with this man. Stranger still, the man had been black. Kay turned on to her back and stared at the ceiling in her bedroom. Kay had a slight headache and no recollection of how she had gotten home. She had been out with her friend Jolene and made a note to call her later. Lying there Kay tried to gather her thoughts.

Wow, what a dream, the black man had really excited her, in fact she still felt excited. The fact that the dream man was black was also a first. Sure Kay had wondered what it would be like to have sex with a black man, but she had never dreamed about something like that before. This dream had been so real and her pussy seemed to ache. Undoubtedly the dream was related to the fact that her friend Jolene had shown up with a new boyfriend, a black boy friend.

Kay slipped her hand between her legs and felt her slit. Kay's vulva was tender to the touch and the dried sperm was evidence of sex. Probing further she found the interior of her vagina wet and sticky. Bringing her fingers she sniffed, sure enough cum. Kay's fingers were soaked with cum, almost dripping with stringy sperm. In the dream she and the man had fucked like animals, it was the only way to describe it. Thinking about it made Kay flush with heat. The black man's cock had been big, very big, and it had gone in so deep. Kay wished she could fall asleep again so she could finish the dream.

Curt, Kay's husband was still asleep. Kay headache bothered her, so she slipped out of bed. Kay was nude and decided that she and Curt must have had some time of it last night. The nudity was unusual, but not extraordinary. Walking into the bathroom, Kay could feel the sperm oozing out of her. There was so much cum she couldn't help but notice. Kay couldn't remember Curt ever cumming that much, too bad she didn't remember the details of their love making.

Jesus, Kay thought, as she turned on the hot water in the shower, Curt had been exceptional last night. The water warmed and Kay let it pour over her body. Kay found herself going back over the dream, Kay wondered how the dream could seem so dam it felt so real.

In the dream she was in the front seat of her car and it was parked in the driveway. Dark, it had been hard to see the man's cock. The man's cock had been big, no kay though big was not the word, huge was a better discription. Kay had been the aggressor, she had climbed on top of him and guided his big cock into her wet slit. Kay closed her eye's and let her mind drift back into the dream. Then soaping her pussy she noted the exquisite soreness. The man in the dream was average height and very handsome, Kay eye's were still closed as she gently rubbed her clit. Kay could almost feel that huge black cock stretching her pussy. What had the man in the dream told her, something about her being made for black cock. Yes, her dream man used the word cock didn't he. Kay felt the first wave of a very strong orgasm course through her body and in response she pinched her left nipple hard.

"Dam Kay you didn't get enough last night."

"Dam you Curt, you scared the living daylights out of me."

"Hey don't stop, I've never seen you do that before."

Curt had been quietly admiring his wife's body. Kay at 5'5" was a goddess, Curt's goddess. The first time he laid eye's on Kay Campbell it had been love. Kay, a German girl, was a dirty blonde with striking blue eye's and a perfect nordic body. Kay's breasts weren't large, B-cups, but they were perfectly proportioned, with large brown areola's and thick dark nipples. Curt was admiring those nipples and how they stood at attention with the least provocation. what ever Kay was doing now certainly was provoking those nipples now, they were at full attention.

Curt didn't know what time it was when Kay ravished him last night, nor did he care. Kay had been horny last night, very horny. Maybe it had been booze or just some other guy's flirting with her, what ever it was he was grateful. Sex the night before had been fantastic.

Curt had been asleep when Kay had had slipped into bed and climbed on top of him last night. Demanding, Kay had been incredible and oh so wet. Kay's pussy was dripping with excitement. In fact she had been so loose and wet that sex lasted a lot longer than usual.

"Sorry, but seriously, didn't you get enough baby," Curt said, as he slipped behind Kay in the shower and pressed his swollen dick against the crease of Kay's ass.

"Yes I got enough, in fact you made me sore down there Mister."

"Baby you were fantastic last night, god what ever you drank make sure you have some more of that. You were such a slut."

"Curt, slut, your wife is a slut! You get a little sex and I'm a slut." Kay laughed at her husbands remarks.

"Kay do you remember last night." Curt let his hand drift down between Kay's legs. The small trimmed patch of golden hair dripped with water.

"Yes, of course I do." Kay shuddered as Curt rubbed his finger over her wet slit. Her nipples getting hard instantly.

"You remember what you had me do to you."

"Sure." Kay lied, she really didn't have any recollection, but decided to bluff.

"Sitting on my face like that, what a way to wake up. That was a first and god were you wet." Curt had spun Kay around and was pressing his swollen dick up against his wife.

"I thought you'd like that, you like eating me out." Kay was probing, trying to get bits and peaces of the previous night events. Slowly it was coming back to her. Yes she remembered now, she was holding on to the head board while straddling her husbands head and she had felt so naughty, why, suddenly she was thinking of her dream man. Curt distracted her when he took her thick hard nipple into his mouth.

Curt eased her back against the seat in the shower, then kneeling down Curt parted Kay's legs and began licking her clit.

"Oh that's nice, you can do that when ever you want sweetie," cried Kay, as Curt worked his tongue deep into her slit.

Kay loved the fact that Curt loved to eat pussy and he was good at it. Kay first lover a Jewish guy from her home town in New Jersey, had been very gifted in the cock department, six or seven inches, in any case bigger than Curt. Kay met Robert and they dated their freshman and sophomore years in college. Robert had unfortunately been more inexperienced with sex than Curt. Funny she thought, as Curt brought her near orgasm, how men compensated for their shortcomings.

Kay truly and deeply loved Curt. At 5'8" Curt wasn't the tallest man, but he kept himself in good shape and was an ardent lover. On the other hand Kay realized she wasn't the most experienced lover either. Sure Kay had a number of suitors in high school and college, but only two lovers. While Kay wished Curt was as well endowed as Robert, Kay realized that a woman couldn't have everything. Kay promised to keep that thought to herself, as her husband buried his tongue deep in her pussy.

"Oh Curt that feels so good baby, god I love you." Kay truly and deeply loved Curt.

Curt tried to keep himself in good shape and went to the gym three times a week. Curt knew he wasn't the biggest guy in the penis department, average size, but he'd never had a complaint. The way he figured it, once he got his mouth on a woman they would forget all about the big dick thing. Feeling Kay's trembling body only confirmed his way of thinking.

Curt felt Kay's orgasm and her gentle tug on his shoulders was her sign that she wanted him to fuck her now. Curt couldn't believe how horny Kay was acting. Last night had been wild. Curt had never seen Kay like that and it wasn't just the way she was acting last night. The truth be know, if it had been any other woman besides Kay, Curt would have suspected infidelity. Kay's pussy was literally dripping, she was so wet. As for the smell, Curt had attributed the musky sex smell to Kay dancing. Now as he inserted his dick into his wife's well lubricated pussy, he forgot all about last night.

"Cum, cum, cum baby, give me your cum. Fuck me Curt, give me your baby honey." Kay loved her husband as he rapidly pumped his dick in and out of her cunt. Kay felt him tense and shoot his sperm into her womb. Nothing excited Kay more than the feeling of a man's dick expanding and contracting in orgasm The feeling never failed to cause an orgasm in Kay. The couple had been trying to get pregnant for three months. Kay hugged Curt and squeezed his penis with her cunt muscles hard. Kay wanted every drop of his sperm.

Chap 2

"Hi what happened to you last night Kay?"

"Jolene I was going to ask you the same thing. I remember meeting Jerome and by the way you didn't tell me the new love of your life was black, and that's it. It's like the lights went out."

"Really you seemed fine, wild but fine."

"Jolene what do you mean wild."

"You don't remember dancing."


"At first you danced with Jerome and me. You were pretty wild, I even got a little jealous."

"Oh my god Jolene, I'm sorry. What did I do."

"Well let's see besides rubbing up against my boyfriends cock and then kissing Jerome."

"Your kidding right, oh my god, I didn't kiss your boyfriend, oh fuck why don't I remember. Jolene your not joking are you?"

"Nope it's alright though after you met Jerome's friend you kind of directed your attention at him, much to Jerome's chagrin. I will say Jerome was pretty horny when we got home. So what happened to you and Lamar."

"Me and Lamar, who is Lamar."

"Lamar is a friend of Jerome's or should I say an acquaintance. Any way you don't remember him, amazing. Girl how could you forget that hunk, He's only about 5'9", or so, but very athletic and good looking."

Now Kay was wondering if her dream wasn't real. Kay decided not to tell Jolene about her dream."Jolene please do me a favor, have Jerome call this Lamar guy and find out what happened, please."

Fifteen minute's later Jolene called back. "Lamar said he drove you home and took a cab back to the club"

"That's it, no kissing, no sex, nothing. God that's a relief. What a nice guy to just take me home like that."

"Sorry girl friend, but your black fantasy will have to remain just that, a fantasy."

"Jolene I don't have a black fantasy."

"Really, well to bad, cause you don't know what your missing."

"So tell me what am I missing."

"Do you have about three hours?"

That night Kay had another dream, again with the black man. When she woke she attributed the dream to Jolene's rather graphic account of sex with Jerome. The dream had left her wet and horny. Kay slipped her hand under the sheet and started touching Curt's penis. To bad it wasn't as big as her dream man's cock. Kay quickly climbed on top of Curt and guided his still harding dick into her wet pussy.

"Good morning Mr. Campbell."

Chap 3

When Kay was late for her period she and Curt were ecstatic. The incident with Jolene had transpired more than two weeks before and Kay hadn't given it anymore thought. By the time the doctor had confirmed her pregnancy, a month later, the incident at the club was ancient history.

The pregnancy went extremely well. Three months into the pregnancy a sonogram showed Kay was carrying a boy. The couple couldn't have been happier. Kay quit her job and focused all her attention on being a healthy mother. Kay's daily regime consisted of fixing up the babies room, eating right and exercise. Curt and Kay attended Lamaze classes, with Curt doting on Kay's every need. Even the expecting grand parents were excited, Kay's mother Joan, even arranged to come live with Curt and Kay for the first few weeks.

Even sex between the couples had been fabulous. Curt was taken with Kay's larger breast's and the fact that her nipple's and areola's had darkened considerably. For Kay everything was perfect except for one nagging matter. two or three ties a week Kay would experience the most erotic dreams. the dreams were always the same. In the dream Kay would make wild and reckless love with an incredibly hung black man. Upon awaking Kay was usually in the throws of an orgasm which as time went by she would finish by rubbing her clit vigorously. After awhile and near the end of the pregnancy Kay found herself looking forward to the dreams.

The big day came on a Saturday. Curt had been scheduled to play golf but on a premonition canceled. That morning he drove Kay to the hospital. The couple had cut it close waiting till contractions were close. The baby breached and it was decided the delivery would be by C-section. Kay was on the birthing table less than three hours before giving birth to a strapping baby boy.

Kay noticed the screwed up look on Curt's face first followed by the general quite that ensconced the room. Even the doctor who moments before was quite talkative was at a loss for words.

"What's wrong is the baby okay." Kay started to panic when Curt with out a word walked out of the room.

"The baby is fine Kay, calm down," the doctor said, as he handed the baby to the nurse for cleaning. the baby was swathed in a blanket and was wailing. When the nurse finally gave the baby to Kay, she couldn't comprehend what she saw. The baby boy was dark skinned, coffee colored, with thick curly brown hair.

The disbelief gave way denial. Kay simply refused to believe that the baby was her's. When Kay's mother found out what had happened Joan suffered a sever panic attack which resulted in her having to be admitted and sedated. Kay was left alone to work things out in her mind. The incident with Jolene was the only explanation.

Late that night after the shift change a large matronly black nurse walked into Kay's room with the baby.

"Please leave and take the baby with you."

"Listen sugar I am doing no such thing. I don't know what happened here and I don't care and neater does this little man. Now he don't know about color. He needs his mama and last time I looked you were his. Look how beautiful this baby is and healthy too. Girl look at him, he's yours, your flesh and blood and he's beautiful."

"You don't understand, I can't."

"Look just hold him for a second, I need to get something and I'll be right back." The nurse handed the baby to Kay and left the room. A few minutes later the nurse peeked in on mother and son. Kay was inspecting the baby's toes. The nurse smiled and returned to her post. She would wait an hour and then return. Looking at Kay's chart she noted Kay wanted to breast feed. That would be next.

By the next morning Kay was already on her third feeding. Kay named the baby after much soul searching. Kay and Curt had originally planned to name the baby Curtis, but that was out of the question now. So Kay named the baby Peter after her deceased grandfather. Kay's mother had calmed down considerably and with medication had been released from further hospital care.

Kay could only guess what had happened, evidently that night with Jolene she had had unprotected sex with Jerome's friend Lamar or somebody. After explaining this to her mother she was somewhat mollified. As implausible as the story seemed Joan Loved Kay and had no reason not to believe Kay. That afternoon with her mother's help, Kay was discharged and took a cab home.

Curt on the other hand, was another story. Kay called Curt several times before her arrival but he wasn't answering the phone. At home they found some of Curt's clothing gone and no note. Kay tried Curt's parents' house, but received an incredibly cold reception by Curt's mother and instructions not to call again. Kay was devastated.

Late the next day Jolene came by to see Kay and the baby. Kay's mother Joan was less than happy. Joan had never liked Jolene and had often told Kay not to hang around with the tramp. In high school Jolene had had a bit of a reputation, even though it was unwarranted. Joan wasn't surprised when Jolene married Jerome five months before. Joan had bumped into Jolene at the store and could tell Jolene was pretty far along and had to get married.

Joan let Jolene into the house without so much as a hello and a very nasty look. Jolene had arrived with her black baby boy of two months in tow.

"How are you honey."

"Well Jolene what do you think, my husband is gone, my mother hardly talks to me, my father forget it, I'm not sure who the father is, I can barely walk, did I leave anything out."

"I know, I wish I would have know. I just didn't see it coming."

"Who ever it was must of slipped me some kind of drug. Do you know were I can find that guy Lamar. What's his last name?"

"You know Kay you were acting funny, even before that guy showed up." The inflection in Jolene voice seemed to suggest that Kay was partially responsible.

"Jolene what are you saying that I did this to myself."

"No, not at all, it's just that you were like coming on to every thing with pants on that night, long before you met up with that guy."

"Jolene it had to be him, who else would have done something like that."

Jolene averted her eye's for a moment. How could she tell Kay, one of her dearest friends, that all of this was her man's fault. Jerome though he could get both women into bed at one time, so he slipped Kay a combination of x and roof. To make matters worse Jolene had gone along with the scheme. What could she say to Kay now, she was in love with Jerome and would do anything for him. Plus Jolene had always harbored deep feelings for Kay and had been afraid that revealing those feelings to Kay would end the friendship. The last thing she needed now was Kay stirring things up.

"Kay if I thought it was that guy Lamar that drugged you, I'd be the first person to string him up by his balls, but it wasn't him. You were acting real crazy long before he showed up. Maybe it was some one else, but I doubt you'll ever find out who it was. Probably some stranger who thought he'd get you alone later. You did dance with a lot of other guy's."

"Jesus what a fucking mess, Curt won't even take my calls. What was that guy's last name and do you know were I can find him."

"You mean Lamar, I think his last name is Dubois. According to Jerome he moved down to Miami. Why, you don't intend to call him do you Kay. Why would you do that?"

"Jolene honestly I don't know what to do. The guy is the father, at least I think he is. Don't you think he'd want to know." Pete started crying. Kay picked him up, unbutton her blouse and gave the hungry little boy a thick dark nipple.

Jolene wanted to suck on that nipple too, her pussy damp, as she watched Pete feed. "So Kay is little Pete hung."

"Your incorrigible you know that Jolene." Kay looked up at Jolene and smiled. "I hate to brag Jo, you know that, but he is a little man."

Chap 3

For the longest while Jolene was the only person that Kay saw besides her mother after returning home from the hospital. Kay thought it was cruel how all her acquaintances had deserted her. Jolene had warned her about that.