“It’s a bit busy in there,” Malcolm said, “some sort of business convention on.”
We knew that the place could get busy at times.
Becky looked at me, “We need somewhere where we can talk in private,” she said.
“Yes, I guess that we have a lot to sort out,” Malcolm said.
I shrugged my shoulders, “Only place I can think of is home.” I said.
Becky said nothing for a moment. We had already agreed that a neutral venue was preferable for the first time. Malcolm was after all a stranger and you can’t be too careful about who you let into your own home.
She glanced at Malcolm again, “I think it will be okay,” she said to me.
Becky seemed happy so I agreed.
Malcolm said something about following on behind but Becky told him that it was easy to get lost on the busy roads, especially as it was getting dark.
“Why don’t you go with Malcolm, darling, and I will take the car?”
I suppose it was better than Becky going with him but I was a bit nervous about journeying with the man who was going to be fucking my wife. It had to be done though. As we followed Becky we did chat but we managed to stay off the subject of why he was here. He told me that he was ex-military and that he had his own IT consultancy business.
Once we arrived home Becky opened a bottle of wine and we sat down in the lounge close to the fire. Malcolm then asked us what gave us the idea of Becky getting pregnant by a black male. Becky looked at me and then turned to him and told him the full story. I saw Malcolm look down at the large rug in front of the fire a couple of times; no doubt he was picturing the two us on the duvet making love.
“So it was a big turn on for you then Becky?” Malcolm asked her after she had finished.
Becky smiled shyly.
“And how do you feel about it Ian?”
I looked at him. I didn’t know what to say.
“Does the idea of Becky getting fucked my another man turn you on?” He asked me.
Becky was sat next to me and she reached and rubbed my thigh, “Yes it does, doesn’t it, darling?”
I nodded.
“Lots of guys do,” Malcolm replied, “you would be surprised.”
Becky smiled, “You have helped a few couples out on that score then?”
Malcolm nodded, “I’ve met a few along the way.”
“So those two women you made pregnant,” Becky said, “how did that come about then?”
“Well with the first one, I had been seeing her for about three months and one night she mentioned that she would like to have a baby by me. She had already talked it over with her husband and he was agreeable to it so we just went for it,” Malcolm said. “The other lady was much different. She couldn’t take the pill and I had to wear a condom. One night it broke and I couldn’t pull out in time. She wasn’t too upset it and the next time she just said it was up to me if I wore one or not. She was fine about it when I decided not to wear one.”
“You enjoyed getting them pregnant then?” Becky asked him.
Malcolm nodded as he smiled, “There’s something special about getting a cuckold’s wife pregnant,” he said. “I mean, you and I could fuck for years and years and no one may ever know about it; no one might ever know that you had been fucking a black guy. But if I got you pregnant and you had my baby there would be no hiding the fact that you had been fucked by a black guy.”
“You guys get something special from fucking a white woman don’t you?” I asked him.
Malcolm smiled, “It’s a treasured conquest when a white woman gives herself up to you,” he responded, “and it’s even more special if they are married.”
“And how do we compare in bed to girls of your own race?” Becky asked him.
“You are less inhibited,” he replied, “married ones especially. You really know how to let your down in bed!”
“Why do you think that is?” Becky asked.
“Because there is a slut in every woman,” he said, “a slut just waiting to come out. When a girl like yourself crosses that cultural barrier you have already broken a taboo and the rest just comes out easily.”
“Do you ever see the children you fathered?” I asked him.
He shook his head, “No, he said, “Once they knew that they were pregnant I was off the scene. That was the way they wanted it.”
“And we have your assurance that if I have your baby you won’t be coming back somewhere down the line wanting parental access?” Becky asked him.
“Yes,” he said emphatically, “it might sound a harsh thing to say but the way I look at is that if you get pregnant then it’s your responsibility. I don’t want to play any further role in his or her life.”
Becky looked at me. It was one question that we wanted reassurance on and we now had that.
Malcolm looked across at me, “And you are okay with Becky having my baby?”
I nodded.
“You’re not going to change your mind once it happens Ian?”
I shook my head.
Malcolm turned his attention to Becky, “So what are the plans then?” he asked. “Assuming you do want to go ahead with it and with me.”
“Yes, I do want to go ahead with it and with you,” she told him, “I’m thinking of us getting together in about three weeks time, if that’s okay?
Malcolm smiled, “Whenever you’re ready,” he replied. How...how do you want to go about it? I mean meeting up and things like that.”
“I would prefer it to happen here,” Becky told him. “I would feel more comfortable in my own bed, as it were.”
Malcolm nodded, “Fine by me,” he replied. “And frequency?”
Becky turned and looked at me before turning to Malcolm again, “Weekends are best for us,” she told him. “Midweek is far too hectic.”
“That’s fine with me,” he told her, “and what about Ian, will he be taking part as well?”
“How do you mean taking part?” I asked him.
“Some husbands like to participate,” he said. “Help out, things like that.”
“Ian won’t be having sex with me,” she told him, “not full sex anyway. It will only be you doing that with me.”
Malcolm smiled, “I wasn’t thinking along those lines but never mind.”
Becky laughed, “I think I get your meaning,” she said. “No. Ian will probably watch at times but there will be no participation.”
“No worries,” he told her. “I have no hang-ups about anything, so if you do change your mind...”
I didn’t quite catch on what he was talking about, “What do you mean by helping out?” I asked him.
Malcolm looked at Becky and then looked at me. “Hmm...some husbands like to guide it in,” he said. “Some like to hold their wife’s legs up for me and....well...some have wanted to make sure that I am very hard for their wife.”
It took a few moments but I began to see what he was getting at.