Chris comes to a relation in the present

Chris looks at me in the eyes and says, "This can't be a one-time thing."

I am frozen in disbelieve, "Why not?"

Chris looks at the floor. "Because I am addicted to it. Do you realize I was almost late to the birth of our ONLY child because I was busy doinking my second affair while trying to deal with the consequences of the first one." there is a pause in the air "I want us to work more than anything, but I am afraid that if I am not constantly reminded of the pain that I am about to experience, we might fall back into our old routines and I'll forget."

I felt my body fill with rage; how could he be having sex with another woman while I was in labor with his child. However, I didn't let my rage show, and I tried to understand the situation, when I ask, "What do you want me to do than?"

He smiles, "I want you to make this hurt as much as possible, and then spend the rest of my life, reminding me of the pain." As my husband finishes talking, I heard a strong, powerful voice behind me say, "Excuse me, miss, I will be your partner today." I turned to see a big buff black man standing behind me. He must be a full six foot seven at least and all muscle while my husband caps out at five foot eight at best, and even though my husband isn't out of shape, he certainly isn't ripped like this man.

I was awestruck by this man, and it took me a while to pick my jaw up off the floor. When I did, I asked, "Oh yeah, but do you mind if my husband comes and watched." I notice my husband snarl, he did say he did not want to watch if we use 'that room,' but he also said he wanted me to make it hurt.

The man smiles, "Your the one paying, so what you say goes," As he leads us into the basement room.

Once inside the room, the man turned to us and said: "ok, miss, this room has some special conditions I need to know before we can start." He smiled, "what will your safe word be?"

I tried to put on a confident, strong face, but inside my rage twisted and turned, "There will be none. I want you to fuck me so hard that my husband here can never fuck me again." The man's eyes nearly popped out of his head when I said that.

"Ok, then I guess there will be no limits then?"

"Yep. none at all."

The man now looks visibly confused about what is happening, but he continues, "Ok protection?"

I actually gave that one a serious thought and concluded that what would be more painful and more of an everyday reminder than forcing Chris to raise a black man's baby. "We won't be using any. In fact, I want you to give me a child."

The man knees nearly buckle. "You want ME... To breed YOU... Right in front of your husband." he turns to Chris, "And you're ok with this?"

I stepped in front of Chris "He doesn't have to be. It's my body."

The man smiles, "Ok, I don't know what is going on between the two of you, and I don't want to know. As long as you sign this paper removing me of all liability, we good."

He hands me a contract, and I nervously read over it. It exactly what you expect an agreement to be when dealing with unprotected sex. So I sign it and hand it back to him, "So we good then." repeating back his turn of phrase.

He nodded and motioned for me to follow him into the next room. Once he was sure we are out of earshot of my husband, he softly spoke, "Be honest with me. I know your upset with your husband, and frankly, I don't care. However, we do have some more permanent options that we can try if you're interested in it. "

"More permanent than having your child?"

He laughs, "You don't know how many angry or kinky women come in and ask for what you asked for just to go home and take plan b. In fact, just last weak I had a woman come in for the third time asking for a black child, and An hour after our session was over, my friends saw her buying plan b in the pharmacy. I'm talking about something you won't be able to undo after tonight."