Chris and Emily and D-Train

Over time, the simple appeal of cucking wore off for Chris and Emily. So they needed to spice it up even further. Threesomes with some of D-Train's homie. Even making even D-Train a live-in bull, with awkward explanations. To this ... bereft of condom and birth control.

"Are you sure, baby?" Emily asked, her pert ass perched over D-Train's mammoth tool, looking back over her husband. His cock was in his hand, and he nodded, an almost manic smile on his face. She closed her eyes, dropping her haunches a bit, her well-fucked cunt capturing the tip of D-Train's cock. Then inch after inch, slowly finding purchase within her once more, till he was balls deep in hotwife cunt.

Emily bounced up and down on it with almost a frantic desperation. This was a decision fraught with consequence -- bringing up a Black baby in a white home could be deemed little else. Fraught with lifetime consequences, and that taboo had driven both of them to this point. That taboo drove her to orgasm after orgasm, milking D-Train's fuckpole with a rapt eagerness till she felt his balls swell and his ass twitch...and then ... the conception point.