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By IRA (Address withheld)

A fictionalized version of a true story told to me by my wife, a delivery room nurse in a local hospital. The names of people and places have been changed to conceal the identities of innocent people.
It was Nancy's first delivery and she was pregnant with twins. Like most first deliveries her labor was long and drawn out, almost fourteen hours. Both she and her husband, Jim, were exhausted when she was finally dilated enough to allow the births to take place.
The nurses wheeled her into the delivery room and transferred her to the delivery table about 3 AM. She began pushing the first baby out as soon as her butt hit the table and it popped out into the obstetrician's hands two or three minutes later. It was a healthy baby and big for a twin, 6 lbs., 2 oz., with a high APGAR rating. It looked a lot like its parents. Nancy was a pretty blue-eyed blonde and Jim a tall, red-headed Irish-American with freckles.
Nancy soon resumed pushing. Jim gave the first baby back to the nurse when Nancy began pushing and waited eagerly for the second. It emerged within a minute. It was a very different baby. Now, it was also healthy and big, 6 lbs, 5 oz and got just as high a APGAR score, but it didn't look much like either parent. It had kinky hair and was a dusky red color. It looked like a Black baby. Jim looked at it and then he looked at Nancy and slowly concluded that this baby was not his baby. He began backing away until he got to the wall and then he slid down it to the floor, collapsing in tears. Most new fathers stick around until their wives are settled in their rooms, but Jim left as soon as he recovered, without saying one word to his wife.
The delivery room nurses wheeled Nancy to her room as soon as they could, and the nursery took charge of the babies.
Jim came back to the hospital the next afternoon. He looked like he was nursing a massive hangover. As soon as he arrived he said he wanted to talk privately to his wife's obstetrician, Dr. Wheeler.
The doctor was in the hospital seeing patients and agreed to talk to him. They sat down in the doctors' lounge. Jim wanted to know how "it" had happened.
Dr. Wheeler, who was a good-hearted man, said "it" could have happened in one of two ways. First, there could have been a second man, a Black man directly involved. The second possibility, however, was that both Jim and Nancy might have some Black ancestry which simply reemerged in this generation.
Had Jim, he wanted to know, any Black forebears? Jim had to confess that his great-grand father, Patrick O'Neill, might have been. He didn't know whether Patrick actually had any Negro "blood," but everyone said he was Black Irish. Jim remembered seeing a photo of Patrick O'Neill and he did look rather dark. His mother, he said, claimed that other relatives on his father's side of the family had also been Black Irish.
Dr. Wheeler said, "Then that's the most likely explanation, if Nancy has a trace of African ancestry too." Jim went off to see Nancy and the babies -- much relieved.
The reconciliation was sweet. Jim told his wife what Dr. Wheeler had said and she said, "Well, I was really wondering about that too." She confessed that her grandmother had been rather dark and had kinky hair -- a Black German.
The now happier pair agreed not to rehash the situation and to accept Gerald and Michael as real brothers. "Jerry will probably grow out of it," Nancy said, "and look more like Michael when he's older."
That was not to be. True, Jerry's face did have a distinctly Caucasian look and Jim even claimed that Jerry had his nose and mouth. But, the boy's hair remained kinky and his skin was never lighter that a rather deep golden brown which turned even darker when he went to the beach or sunned himself. He was definitely a mixed baby.
Jim had accepted him, however, and he was even his favorite. Jerry was very athletic like Jim and very unlike Michael, the book worm.
Jim and Nancy had two more children, another boy and a girl, over the years. None of them looked much like Jerry. Jim never learned the truth about Jerry's parentage -- and probably would have rejected it as a lie and slander against his good wife, unless she herself had told him and she never did.
Nancy did confess the truth to me in my professional capacity as a marriage counselor and sex therapist. I counseled Nancy to never tell Jim about her affair. Doing so--even thirty or forty years later--would have destroyed their marriage.
How then could I publish Nancy's story for the world to read? I respect my patients' privacy, but I also think it important to publish the truth in unique and unusual cases, carefully concealing the identities of the people, places and exact circumstances involved to preserve their privacy. I have also waited a number of years. So this is what really happened:
Jim had always been a thoughtless lover. The night that Michael was conceived he simply pulled out, as always, when he was finished without giving Nancy a climax, he rolled over and went to sleep.
Nancy was quite naturally unhappy about this habit of his. When Jim left for work in the morning she tried masturbating as she often did after they had sex, but couldn't get aroused enough for it to do any good. She persisted -- without effect.
About 9 AM, the doorbell rang. She stopped rubbing her- self, put a robe over her pajama top and went to the door. It was a delivery man from Ansell Furniture with the armoire she and Jim had just bought. She showed him where to put it and went in the kitchen to make some coffee.
There, she closed the door, slipped off the scratchy robe and tossed it on a chair. A minute or two later, the delivery man, a tall dark-skinned black man named Dustin, brought the armoire into the dining room, unpacked it and set it up. Done, he called for Nancy to approve it and sign the delivery slip.
Nancy "forgot" to slip her robe back on and just went out into the dining room wearing nothing more than her pajama top and no panties. [She told me the Devil made her do it.] She could see that Dustin's eyes almost popped out of his head.
At the time Nancy was twenty-two years old, with pretty blue eyes, long blonde hair and a fine figure. Her breasts were fairly small, but had big rosy pink nipples. Her pussy hair was thick and almost as light as the blonde hair on her head. Her ass was glorious to behold, so she said.
And. . . she was horny.
Dustin was good-looking, aroused by Nancy's appearance and. . . The subconscious does strange things. At any rate, Dustin seized the moment. He told Nancy she looked like a dream, embraced her and began showering her with kisses. Nancy later said she didn't know what had come over her, but she responded eagerly, unbuttoning his shirt and unzipping his pants. Soon both of them were naked.
Nancy seized his stiffening penis and used it to lead him off to her bedroom saying, "We can't do it here. Someone might look in through the window and see us."
Dustin was quite hard by the time they got to the bedroom and quite eager to sample Nancy's body. He began by suckling her nipples and fingering her clit. Then he slipped his finger through her blonde bush and fingered her crack, now moist and getting wetter every second. Dustin's finger entered her and he marveled at how wet and hot it felt.
As he savored her womanhood, Nancy was exploring Dustin's body and particularly his cock and balls with interest. She liked the feel of his cock, so soft and yet so hard. Nancy's sexual experience had, up until this moment been only with her husband, and the sight of another man's erect cock was fascinating to the young woman. It was not gigantic by any means, but it wasn't small either. Maybe seven and a half inches or so, and very black. His foreskin had fully retracted on the way to bedroom to expose the rich chocolate brown colored glans.
As they lay on the bed Nancy eagerly rolled between the black man's legs and began licking his penis, taking its glans in her mouth and popping it back out again, delighting in the popping sound.
Dustin had swung around and was using his lips and tongue on Nancy's crack. He sucked on her pussy hair, pleased that she had a thick patch and that it released a strangely erotic flavor as he sucked on it. He lapped at her crack, enjoying the slightly salty flavor of the clear juice her pussy was secreting, and not forgetting to lick her clit and its encasing mantle.
Both Dustin and Nancy were thoroughly aroused. Nancy reached over to the nightstand and pulled the drawer open to get a condom. She was sure that Jim had some left even though they had been trying to make a baby for the last three months. There was not a single condom left. Dustin said he could pull out, but Nancy said she "felt" that she was most assuredly already pregnant.
Dustin went ahead with gusto. He pulled Nancy to the center of the mattress, took her legs and spread them wide and far back towards her shoulders and gave them over to Nancy to hold. Then he knelt between her legs and aimed his black penis at its target, Nancy's white cunt.
He looked down to check his aim, looked up to see Nancy straining for a glimpse of the action. "I want to see it too," she said. Dustin pulled her butt up so she could have a better look, corrected his aim and applied it to the small, but moist and hot entrance to her vagina.
He slipped it in without any great problem. No pain, only pleasure. Nancy climaxed immediately, thrashing around and almost throwing Dustin off of her. He hung on and waited for her climax to subside. Then he began stroking in and out, striving for maximum penetration and stimulation of her clitoris. Dustin was always careful to give pleasure to his partners, their plea- sure enhanced his own.
Both of them could feel Dustin's cock "bottoming out." On the in-stroke, the head of his shaft would enter Nancy's cervix, striving to pass through into her uterus. Of course, this can't happen, but a lot of women find it quite pleasurable and Nancy was one of those women. Almost all men, whose penises are long enough, enjoy "bottoming out."
As Dustin and Nancy fucked, Dustin felt his cock get- ting slicker and slipping in and out more and more easily. He looked down to see that Nancy's lubricating fluid was flowing in ample amounts now. It was clear and very slick, almost the same color as pre-cum. It made his dick glisten blackly, like highly polished, wet ebony wood Nancy's pussy.
Nancy saw him looking down at their union and wanted to see it too. She stretched her neck down and got a good look. She moaned, "Oh, Shit! It's so beautiful!" Men are usually more susceptible to visual stimulation than women, but the sight struck the right nerve with Nancy. A second climax overcame her immediately.
Dustin and Nancy had been fucking for nearly ten minutes and the end was fast approaching. Dustin's cock hardened even more, got a little longer and his balls tightened and sank in their sockets.
Nancy had been using her hand to stroke Dustin's penis on the out-stroke and to caress his balls and she noticed this. "Give it to me," she said, "All of it!"
Hearing this, Dustin stroked in one last time, "bottoming out" with his peehole squarely in Nancy's cervix, and held the position as he ejaculated. His semen burst forth in a great jet which "blew out" the mucus barrier to Nancy's uterus. His semen rushed in.
Dustin's sperm swam across and entered her Fallopian tubes. One tube was a blind alley, but the other held two eggs, one freshly fertilized by Jim, the other still "available." It was Dustin's sperm that won the race to this egg. One of his tiny wiggling sperm entered it and made the baby which his mother and step- father had named Gerald ("Jerry").
Unlike Jim, Dustin liked to cuddle after sex. Dustin and Nancy cuddled for a few minutes until he said he had to leave or get really behind on his deliveries. Nancy said she understood.
Dustin wanted to know if he could see her again. Nancy was of two minds on this question, but only said, "Well maybe."
Dustin called a few times after their encounter, but Nancy always turned him down. Her experience with Dustin persuaded her that Jim had to better satisfy her sexual needs. Messing around with Dustin would surely lead to marital difficulties and probably divorce.
What kind of future would she have with a furniture delivery man? Compared with the life she already had with Jim, an up-and coming computer programmer already earning close to a six-figure income. Financially it made no sense to Nancy. She would do what she would try to save her marriage.
She began by telling Jim his love-making skills, while very good, could become even better. She insisted that both of them get sex and marital counseling. "Jim," she said, "you don't really know how to treat a beautiful woman as well as you could."
Nancy's diplomatic approach persuaded Jim that it wasn't a bad idea. Both of them came to me. Jim learned how to do it better. He also found Nancy a more willing and eager partner -- one ready for new experiences. Be- fore Dustin, for example, she had never had oral sex with a man either as active or passive partner.
Afterwards, she loved having Jim lick her pussy and willingly did fellatio on him--something he had only dreamed about and never dared ask her to do. As for Nancy, I helped her deal with the issues created by her fling with Dustin.
Both partners were happier than before. In the last weeks before the babies were born, the only one with a major marital problem was Nancy. She worried about who was the baby's (babies') father.
I warned her to be prepared for the worst and repeated my warning not to confess to having an affair. The first-born, Michael, had been a great relief for Nancy; the second, Jerry, a marital disaster that only the good Dr. Wheeler had averted. His explanation was totally impossible, but very improbable.
It did give Jim a plausible reason for accepting the situation. The good sex and marriage life Jim had been enjoying with Nancy strongly inclined him to believe Wheeler's story. This particular marriage was saved by an extra-marital affair, nearly destroyed by an unwanted side-effect of the affair, and then saved by a kindly obstetrician.