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We sat down over a hot tea one evening to discuss the problem and recalculated the expenses incurred and began to examine.... the.... most.... perturbing.... nagging.... Question.... In the back of our minds of which we were in denial. Was Martin Jr. really our son? Was it Martin's son.? Or was it Glen's? The doctor affirmed that it was a ninetypercent probability that Martin was always and has always been sterile.

To resolve the question discreetly Martin went in for a paternity blood test. At the time DNA blood test did not exist, but a simpler blood test and it proved negative. The Doctor said that it was a 70 percent probability that Martin Jr. was not my husband's son! At first we thought that maybe he was, he had white skin, light brown hair, and my husband's slightly squinty eyes. Glen had squinty eyes also! Glen's parents were of mixed race; he had a lot of white blood in him. Then it hit us! Other babies had pink or light skin scrotums; Martin Jr.s' was a little dark!

The truth began to sink in slowly one day at a time; we had one child, Martin and I, and it was not really ours! It's Glen's and mine, the thought that I conceived my child that night on our bed with my Husband's blessing was an irony, at times it seem like a cruel joke, after trying to give Glen a gift of pleasure he in turn impregnated me. I was mad with myself, mad with Martin and at times mad at the world. Then I thought maybe it was meant to be, maybe Martin Jr. was gift a reward in return for our considerate thought.

Being that my Husband was after all, sterile as an unused hypodermic needle, all that time he was shooting blanks, he was firing into the air. He was charging into battle with an empty rifle, no bullets, how brave he was. If he had only known would he continue charging or would he desert and go AWOL?

The relationship between Martin and I slid down hill to a very cold state. Then we decided to go back home to visit family, go back to our roots, and meditate where we come from, where we started at, and our roots. We then made plans to go back to Nebraska and visit.

Omaha Vacation

We were looking forward to going back to Omaha and visit relatives and renew old acquaintances and this we did it was a very enjoyable trip the family got to know little Marty Jr. which included photo opts, a reunion camping trip. Almost all the family members remarked that little Marty had Daddy's eyes and my cheeks, (if they only knew.)

After two weeks in and around Omaha we finally tired out and were looking forward to returning back to California. Upon arrival we notice our neighbor was not up and about as usual and that was puzzling because he normally is a very active individual. I decided to call Matilda but then hesitated, 'maybe they separated' was my gut feeling. I finally came up with enough courage to call her.

To my surprise Matilda informed me that he was in the hospital a victim of some criminals who attempted burglary on our home and was knifed fending them off. He did managed to beat two of them up pretty badly but a third on came out of a waiting truck and knifed him. Upon hearing the news from Matilda my jaw drops. He had been in the Hospital for a week and was due to be released in two days. Martin and I began to visit him taking Matilda along with us instead of being all day with the temporary caretaker.

Upon release two days later we invited Glen for a dinner on a Sunday night he gladly accepted the invitation. Glen entered our house that evening with a terrific black eye stitches on his right cheek, also pointing out his stitches on abdomen. We were glad to have him back and Matilda also; Glen this time bought 5 bottles of white wine to compliment the marinated peppered steak I made that evening. Matilda at times looked at me with envy or so I thought, or was it my conscience or imagination.

After this lovely evening Martin and I began to talk and reason with ourselves about the previous ongoing discussions of having another child.

"I am not going to have a child out of the freezer," I retorted.

"That's the new technology, everybody that can't have children are doing it," replied Martin.

"What if the freezing damages that particular little sperm," I cried.

"We can try invitro from an immediate donor," recanted Martin.

"Invitro or no invitro, frozen or thawed it is too risky in my mind I can not handle it, from a stranger who god knows where he has been."

"Fine then we will get Glen's cock and squeeze it out him," Martin angrily puffed.

Then for a moment we sat there looking at each other thinking what we just said and the profane way Martin referred to Glen's manhood.

Then Martin rationalized, "you know Audrey we know Glen, he has a lot of respect for us and we for him also."

"Marty's new little brother or sister could truly be a brother or sister in the full sense of the word," I thoughtfully agreed considering the overwhelming chances of conceiving another child with mostly Caucasian features.

After two days of discussion and soul searching we finally agreed and it was a go.

Friday night we invited Glen over for some hors de ors and wine. We commenced a card game that started at about 7:30 till about 8:45 that evening. With Martin's nod I started the dance of seduction for Glen. Swaying to the soft music from the stereo I sat on Glen's lap wearing a split long skirt that opened once I sat on him. I conveyed to him that he deserved another one of our Gifts with Martin's insistence. By this time we each had about a bottle of wine, so our thinking toward this matter was very positive. Glen thanked us and told us we did not have to do this.

"We want to do this Glen we feel grateful once again you went out of your way to protect our home, however next time I hope in an instance such as this once you step side and let the police handle it," I softly scolded him.

Once again Martin prepared the bedroom for our conjugation, lighting two candles on top of the headboard. As I lay on my back Martin placed the sacramental velvet sash under my derriere and folded it across my stomach covering my pelvis. With this dutiful act I felt my husband's approval and blessing once again. The following is a description of my sentiments and illusions at the time before our second union.

When Glen came out of the bathroom having placed a condom on himself this time, he smiled and said "Audrey, wow, she looks beautiful Martin"

Glen's slightly inflamed face, receding black eye and the two bandages one on his right cheek the other on his taut abdomen protecting his stitches in my minds eye he was my black knight in shining armor with his lance pointed up and forward charging into the fog of battle in ecstasy. Charging fearlessly as the day he fought the two thugs with his vulnerable love boy, exposed in front susceptible to injury.

As he stood before me on his knees on the bed I reach out to him getting a firm hold on his condom covered manmuscle. I questioned "what is this, there is no need for this!"

"I put it on Audrey I don't want to take a chance of impregnating you and embarrassing you and your family." I quickly pulled it off with a recoiling "snap" and threw it onto the dresser.

"Let me worry about that, you just enjoy Glen, b'sides I practice birth control," I coyly lied. Tonight he was ours, the hell with frozen sperm and unknown donors, this was fresh out of the oven, Glen's scrotal sack nurtured and produced the sperm fresh from nature's scrotum and was delivering it al la natural. He then uncovered my pussy removing the over lapping velvet sash ends, then placing his hands under my thighs and spreading me like a flower to make access into my body. He quickly entered me in four gentle strokes.

Was I falling in love with him? His matty chest on my breasts or so I thought, I was falling in love, so I willingly took all of him with great expectations. Orgasm or not I wanted his manly seed to be spewed in me in abandoned ecstasy I now wanted his child more than ever. Suddenly I, along with six great pulses, felt the jets of sperm warming my inner belly. After a couple of minutes Glen went to the bathroom to cleanse himself.

My husband full of passion with the sight of these nocturnal events then mounted me and began to copulate with me since I had not orgasm yet. He rammed in easily as if to push Glen's semen farther in and assure pregnancy with his own sterile effort. I finished with Martins enthusiastic pumping and spewing his semen within me.

Martin also went to the other bathroom to clean himself up. Just then Glen came out and laid beside me nice and clean and nodded off. I was so exhausted I tried to get off the bed and nodded off again next to Glen's left thigh. I gazed at him through heavy drowsy eyes, and there it was, the lance of his manhood lying there on his dark brown thigh withering away and dying. It seems to shed a tear of post-coital sadness. My feelings were that I could not let it die like that, I had to do something to bring it back to life.

So I gently caressed it with my right hand and kissing it, tasting its tear and it seemed to perk up a little. I then took in his manly-muscle as it grew once again, strong all-American strong and rigid, I sucked on it like it was popsicle to keep it from melting and running down.

Suddenly my husband walked in, mouth opened in surprise I froze in fear of displeasing him and I dropped his member immediately, as I got up to apologize to him. Crawling off the bed "spsszppt" POW right on over my right eye, in a split second "spzzzppt" POW on my left breast despite putting out my hand to defend my self. "Sppisszzpt" spat on my right rear derriere. Finally I got far enough away to avoid two more blows from Glen's firing man-weapon that seemed to have an aim of its own like it knew its intended target. Sperm running down my face, breasts, and rear thighs in trembling in fear not knowing whether to whimper or sob, Martin gently cleaned my face, breasts and thighs.

My husband began to laugh .... in a low tone. "That's what you get for playing with live ammo, if you do not know how to handle it wait for my instruction, besides you never point the gun to your face if you are not handling the muzzle properly. Then we all started to laugh breaking the seriousness of the ritual to this point, realizing we should enjoy this more as part of life, to lighten up sort of speak.

The following week was again full of remorse for my conduct; again it was a roller coaster of emotion. Was I falling in love with Glen? In effect was Martin in error on his conviction that this was not cheating therefore it was not adultery? Then what was it if I felt this way? I wanted to be with Glen again but I withheld my emotions bit my lip and cried inside me day and night for about two weeks. I then began to accept life as it is and resigned myself to live a life of denial.

Martin again tried to reclaim his wife; he went at it day after day giving it his all, firing blanks into my womb, till his man fruits were empty. Morning sickness again set in with a vengeance. Nine months later we had a beautiful baby boy, we kept our fingers crossed that Glen would do as good a job as he did with Marty Jr. and true to his genes he did. Little baby David had dirty blond hair and his facial features were more mine and no squinty eyes, Oh thank you lord, thank you. Again our unselfish nature paid off.

We were richly reward with this beautiful baby boy which we name for his Uncle David who never came back from Vietnam. David has grown up to be a manager for a hardware store and very successful at it too. David now lives in Western Canada.

Again we kept our distance from Glen and Matilda, however not as far this time; Matilda made more of an effort to keep in touch with me. One day Matilda confided in me what she suspected all along. "I know what goes on between our families Audrey, but you know I prefer it this way," sobbed Matilda.

"What do you know," I quizzed her.

"It's so obvious I know when Glen has been with a woman, he tries to hide it, but I can read every page in his book, I know him like the palm of my hand," she enviously quipped.

"Has Glen told you anything in particular," I asked.

"He does not have to when he sings in the shower as happy as a bird I know. But I prefer this to having him lye down with strangers or street sluts. She began to sob uncontrollably, I tried to hug her but she kept pushing me away, until she finally gave in. You know I am incapable of pleasing my husband however I always manage to keep a supposedly hidden box of condoms. I pretend I am not attentive to the box. All I ask Audrey is that you don't alienate him from me don't take him away from me he is all I've got in this world. I hope you husband does not come down so hard on you when he finds out."

At this point I began to explain the whole picture to her how we shared this Gift to Glen for all that he has done for us. And how Martin, the Reverend Martin my husband for a fact, has blessed this arrangement. And we talk over crumpets and tea till almost midnight that evening.

A week later Matilda and Glen went to Sunday service and heard my Husband's fire and brimstone sermon on Adultery and how it constituted cheating behind your mates' back and the pain it caused to the betrayed mate. On the pulpit was the velvet sash, which Martin uses also to cover my Derriere while consuming Glen's black man-muscle up into my womanly passage. How comforting to sit in the pews knowing that we did not cheat anybody nor did we betray our mates, but in the back of our minds still questioning the yet unidentifiable sin.

Later on in Life a car hit my husband and his associate on a surveying job. Martin was laid up for weeks during his hospital stay and he was also diagnosed with cancer. Unable to perform his masculine duties because of chemical treatments he summoned Glen over more frequently to conjugate with me and keep me satisfied.

And when Martin could manage it he would once in while also enter me deposit his meager contribution, though small it was very much appreciated by me. Glen sang "Happy Trails" in the shower I could hear him next door, Matilda too was happy he was not straying but staying close to home. I kept my promise not alienate him from her, the relation was purely a physical one. He was a stud unbeknownst to him and that's all he was.

Having a third child with almost no trace of his black genes made us very comfortable. So comfortable we decided to have one last child. During my third month of pregnancy Matilda passed away. Glen was very distraught, depressed, relieved of a burden, guilty of not being able to copulate with her and therefore lay down with me instead. After the initial blow Martin would send me over to keep him company and so that he could find comfort and sympathy. Martin instructed me provide him with coitus if necessary so that he would find comfort in my womb.

"I don't mind you lying down with him in any case the child that you are nurturing in your belly is his, and that he adds a little more warm fluid to him in the womb I am sure will make the child comfortable. And this I did, pregnant and all I let Glen in and let him deposit his measure of love even though he could not enter all as before considering the baby's safety. On a cold December our baby girl was born we named her Matti (Matilda) in honor of faithful Matilda. Four months later Martin my faithful husband died of his cancer, at least he got to hold baby Matti in his arms, that is one of the few joys of life that is not comparable to any materialistic endeavor. Matti teaches school in Northern California.

The children are all under the impression for all good and purposes that Martin is their father. They don't know that Glen is their biological father. Since they all have Caucasian features Glen does not suspect they are his, that is, I don't think so. Maybe it is because his four brothers all married black women and have black babies the wives genes made sure of that. One married a white woman before his second wife and had a white baby. Glen's brother accused her of fooling around with man at a honky-tonk bar and so began their UN-reconcilable differences and they divorced.

I don't dare divulge to my children their real father, who knows the chain reaction or cataclysmal consequences that could result. And I don't dare tell Glen about his children. So you see the tangled web. Glen wants children, he never had any with Matilda, so he wants to have one with me.

I love Glen but I can not marry him and let me have his child lest he discover our nasty little secret; that is he is capable of having white children with a White woman. Glen is light brown black, with lighter black features, his hair is almost not kinky that is a very tight wavy hair. And now you see the web gets more difficult. What can I do? What should I do? All the love making, frolicking, the happy life has come to a standstill.

I am caught between a rock and hard place. I continue to have him as my love neighbor, I love him but I can not marry him. My children already cautioned me about Glen getting to close to me. However Matti is different she seems to like him. When she comes over to visit she tells me she can really communicate with Glen, that she wishes that they could have had a father like him (poor child if she only knew).

What should I do?