My wife fucked back into him. Another inch went inside. They began some serious fucking.
“His cock feels like it’s going to push through my cervix. He will probably shoot directly into my uterus. Then it’s game on!”
I hadn’t thought so much about him cumming in her.
“I just assumed we’d have him pull out?”
“No fucking way! I’m going to take a huge load of his cum inside me!”
The guy had his groin into the hole. My wife was doing the fucking, bouncing back onto his cock. She started pulling out in long strokes until it looked like the head was all that was inside her, then back toward the wall. Fannie’s ass was almost touching. Maybe only two inches to go.
I don’t understand the science of a woman, my woman anyway. On a good night with her ass up on a pillow and my dick at the right angle, I might get a poke at her cervix. That 7″ inside her. Where does this ten, maybe inches go? She’s struggling like she wants the whole thing in her.
“Keep fucking me! I want the whole thing inside me when you cum.”
And, there you go!
“Oh, fuck yes! It’s in me. Now fill me with your seed!”
And, there it was done. This had to be the guy that knocked her up. Some of the guys that followed were big, not this big. Without hesitation, if there was a good size to a cock she was fucking it.
So, back to the first time she took seed that wasn’t mine, and what if she got pregnant? Plan B, is the morning-after pill. She figured we could fuck the first guy and get the pill on the way home. That would work for the others. The way the first guy blasted his seed into her uterus the rest were no longer a threat.
We hit the first drugstore. The pharmacy dude said a prescription pill was better and could be taken even later. He wrote her the prescription and out the door she bounced. After briefly explaining to me she got quiet while she read the directions. Then she slipped the pills into my shirt pocket.
“Five days. I’ve got to take them before the end of five days.”
She laid out, knees spread, and slept all the way home. I handed her the pills when we got home. She handed them right back.
“The pharmacist said no later than Wednesday, Tuesday night to be sure.”
“Why not now?”
“After taking billions upon billions of sperm through my cervix I want them deep up inside me still swimming around looking for my egg to impregnate., I’m sure one of those black cocks knocked me up. I want to enjoy it for a few days anyway.”
That’s how my Mormon wife got pregnant… fucking black men at a glory hole. She was so smug about being black-bred. I decided to give her a couple of painkillers instead of the morning-after pills.
Two weeks later when we learned she was indeed pregnant she wanted to return to the glory hole the next weekend.
“If I’m pregnant anyway another weekend of sucking and fucking cock isn’t going to hurt anything. I found a blog online that says the other side of the town where we went is a little rougher and gets mostly black guys and a lot more traffic.”
“More black guys?” I questioned.
“Well, we did sit around a lot waiting for the next cock to come through the glory hole. It would be fun to speed it up a bit!”
I’ll make up a new name for the place. Let’s say something makes me call it “The Palace”.
This time my Mom watches the kids and we barrel out of town Friday evening. We got there about 9:30 PM… Prime Time! Fannie was ready and I was putting on my best what-the-fuck face.
The parking lot was almost full. Adult toy! Adult Videos! Private Rooms! The neon covered most of the facade. Men, black men, crowded the entrance as private security tried to move them along. My wife’s wild-eyed stare and open-mouthed reaction, plus her lack of attire in the wrong places was calling attention.
“Hey, Baby!” One of the men yelled. “Don’t go inside. I’ll give you twenty bucks to suck y cock right here!”
Fannie just smiled at the carnival atmosphere.
“Fifty bucks!” Screamed another.
A security guard got our attention and pointed to a door on the far left that was marked “Staff”. Once inside a woman was behind a counter and three women sitting on a bench. Fannie checked in. I found a couple of chairs across from the bench. Fannie signed in and got the rules. She explained them to me which were pretty much anything goes for consenting adults in the private rooms.
There was a large window overlooking the store above the women overlooking the sales area.
“It’s a one-way mirror.” Offered one of the women. “Otherwise, the guys would have their tongues drooling all over the glass. My name is Annie.”
Brenda and Susie introduced themselves as being sisters.
“You’re an adventurous soul,” Brenda commented. “Most husbands quickly opt to sit in the car once we get going.”
“Is that where your husbands are, in the car?
“Fridays are poker night. About a year ago we were driving by here, kind of lost, and saw the crowd. If poker is being played by our guys we’ll be in here a couple of hours sucking cock and swallowing cum.”
“Don’t you ever let some of the guys fuck you?”
“We’ve sort of become size queens,” Susie added. “We fuck the bigger ones. Then we take some of the leftover money to some bar and wait for some guy on the make to fuck us face to face.”
“Leftover money?” My wife gave me a puzzled look.
“Yeah, guys can give you money to keep your movies running like they make you otherwise. It’s twenty bucks to run for an hour. Most guys will cum down your throat in 10 minutes or less and then go home to their wives. The cheaper bastards give you $5 to cover for a 15-minute video and some don’t help.”
Annie got the call and looked over her shoulder at us
“My husband hates my mother, and vice versa. I tell him I’m going to see my mother and suck some cock, maybe fuck a couple of blacks while he stays home and drinks beer.”
“That’s funny.” I laughed.
“What’s funny is that Mom died last year. He knows that she’s dead. He went to the funeral just to be sure. Sometimes he follows me to the parking lot to see if I get inside okay.”
My wife was watching the crowd through the window. About 20 men were milling about, most waiting for a turn in the private booths.
“Only 3 of them are white,” I mentioned to Fannie.
“I know. Don’t you love the odds?”
Before you knew it we were next to get called to the counter.
“Things move pretty fast here.” My wife commented.
“We have 24 booths, eight for the ladies. Weekends are ‘take a number’ nights. They pull a ticket when they come in the door. Some ladies just come in for a couple of loads swallow and have to get to husbands and kids.”
We could hear “Number 87” called… “Number 87”.
“Busy night?” I asked.
“Pretty normal. You’re in Booth 6, Hon.” The woman spoke matter-of-factly. Leave it as you find it. Make sure everything you don’t swallow goes in the trash.” She smiled.
The door led to an empty hallway, then to the end, two rights, and back up to Booth Seven. The fire exit looked like it led back to the sales area.
Once settled my wife took off her shirt on the off chance a bit of sperm might escape her lips. Fannie opened the hole on the right and within seconds a hard black popped through. It looked like a seven-inch. She quickly fucked it into her mouth with several strokes and then down her throat.