Skip (6 months later)

In the end that night saved our marriage. Going forward, we had never been closer. We held hands when we walked down the street and often kissed in public. Although now we often got some funny looks and stares, ever since Malcolm made me start dressing as a woman at all times. But it was okay because I made a decent looking woman.

"I hope the boys come by tonight," Leigh said as we finished our nightly walk around our new neighborhood, where nobody knew us as Matt and Leigh, we were Leigh and Candy.

"Me to," I said, and we both giggled. "I love you."

"I love you too, Candy," she said.

I placed my hand on her swollen belly and smiled.. Soon we would have our own little iinterracial baby to take care of.

We had become a couple of little slits, but we were okay with it. Malcolm and his boys droppeD by a few times a week and breed us. Sometimes they brought friends, which was tiring but fun.

Eventhough I was wearing short shorts, a blouse with a padded brown and a thong, and I was craving big black cock, I still did not consider myself gay. I loved my wife and I had found something we shared....a taste for hot black guys with huge black cocks.