Before I left home this morning, I asked Helen if she would write for this blog about her side of things. She had typed a couple of pages for me and I write them below. Again I invite my fellow cuckolds to contact me at my e-mail address.
"I am writing this down at Kenny's insistence and also because I want to share with others how I feel about my life with David. Before I married my first husband, I had had a couple of black boyfriends, both of whom I had super sex lives with. My first husband was a wastrel and then I married Kenny. Life was good with him and our sex life was fairly decent, although he sometimes didn't quite reach the parts of me that others had, if you like. David came on a working visa to my hospital here in Australia and I noticed him for the first time when he came into the nurses' station. He was tall, handsome and I loved how, when he smiled, his white teeth shone against his lovely, black face. My colleague, Angela, who is also British like me said, after he had left the office: 'I bet he's got a giant todger!' I blushed and said: 'Well, we'll never know,' little realising that I would find out within a few weeks and would be still enjoying that 'todger' 18 months or so later.
The following week, we had a coffee together and he asked me about my personal life and I told him that I was married but I would love to get to know him as a friend. We went out a couple of nights later for a 'friendly' drink, but straight from the start, I knew that I wanted more and when he took me back to the car, I wanted him so much. He gave me a big hug and a kiss on the lips, but he didn't linger and I felt so disappointed. We agreed another date and again, after a nice meal and a glass of wine, returned to my car and before I got out of his, he kissed me, passionately and I wanted to make love with him there and then. He played with my breasts and I kept opening my legs, willing his hands to explore but he didn't and I went home in a bad mood and although Kenny wanted sex, I went to bed, very, very frustrated with a very, very wet pussie.
On our third date, we simply went to his place and he immediately took my clothes off and then took his own off. I got to feel his 'todger' before I saw it and it was so hard and big and he put me on the bed and began kissing me and playing with my breasts and before long, he entered me and I think even as his magnificent penis parted my pussie lips, I knew that I was his. The sex was fantastic and he mumbled something about a condom but I was too far gone to care. We came at exactly the same time, something which Kenny and I never did and it was a beautiful wet feeling as he came inside me and I started to cry with pleasure. He gave me another little orgasm and I was lost. Afterwards, he stayed inside me - Kenny can't wait to pull out and go to sleep - for a long time. He rested on me and we were just locked together for ages before he pulled out, leaving me utterly soaked with his semen. Kenny calls him my 'sperm machine' and I have to admit how wet he leaves me every time. We made love 3 or 4 times during that evening/night and I woke up to find him playing with my pussie and he made love to me yet again. I knew that I had to go home, but I couldn't resist him and wanted to do everything for him. I knew that I was in love and I knew that I already wanted to live with him as his wife.
You know what I love the most? Lying there on my back - our favourite position - and seeing this beautiful black man kneeling above me, parting my legs and gently pushing his penis inside my pussie; I just love him looking at my pussie, playing with and then taking it and filling it. I love afterwards just lying there with him inside me and chatting to him and kissing him. I went home to Kenny and I was so full of David's semen and although I felt guilty because I knew that I never wanted Kenny again afterwards, I also felt so smug, knowing that another's man semen was inside of me and that my wet knickers felt so sticky.
If my due dates of 12 August are accurate, we have traced the date of conception back to a Friday morning whilst Kenny was at work. I remember after we had made love, looking out of our French windows and seeing a beautiful sun and our lovely garden and thinking how nice it would have been to have been David’s lover when I was younger and then I could have given him a beautiful baby. Maybe it was a girl’s instinct, but I felt different afterwards, little thinking that I was going to be a mother again.
Although I was then 50, I wasn't expecting to get pregnant and was at first upset and frightened when I discovered that I was carrying David's baby. Then after I told him, he was thrilled and it made me so happy and so proud to have the man I loved's baby growing inside of me. Even at my age, I hope to have another one and David wants that to. He proposed to me on the fifth date and I said 'Yes' and one day I will be Mrs David ********. Kenny loves it and David allowed him to watch us make love but I was embarrassed and didn't enjoy it, especially being so pregnant and Kenny watching every move. I told David that I want to be face to face with him when we next make love and that what we have is our private business. We are trying to find Kenny a girlfriend, so that we and our baby can live our lives privately. In the meantime, I hope to give birth in the next couple of weeks and hope that Valerie - David's sister-in-law will also fall pregnant. I know that Kenny loves being a cuckold, but David loves even more being my man."
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