I waddled into the room, my heavily pregnant body struggling to cope with the walk as the twins I was carrying pushed against my bladder. “Please take a seat,” the woman who was waiting for me said as she waved towards a large, comfortable looking red chair which had been positioned in the centre of the room at a slight angle to her own, equally comfortable looking chair.

Taking the seat, I stared at the microphone that had been placed in front of the chair. This would be my first ever Podcast interview and I was worried about how it would go.

“What shall I call you?” the woman asked as she leaned forward in her seat to shake my hand.

“Call me?” I asked, as I struggled to reach her outstretched hand to return the introduction.

“Yes, I mean, your name is Gail, but I presume you don’t want to be called that for such a graphic interview, I take it you have an alias you would prefer to use?”

“Umm, my husband and I are happy with me being publicly outed,” I said as I looked back towards the door through which I had entered the room. The door itself was glass and on the other side of it I could see my husband. He smiled as I looked at him for reassurance before giving me a thumbs up in confirmation to my answer.

In his room, there was a speaker system which relayed all of the conversation that was picked up by the microphones. It meant he was fully aware of everything that was being asked of me.

The woman cleared her throat with a gentle cough, “if you are sure,” she said, “but just so you are aware, most people on this podcast do use an alias, they don’t want their nearest and dearest to know the darkest secrets of their lives.”

“I don’t think we are in a position to hide what we get up to,” I replied, “so Gail is fine.”

The woman nodded, “in that case, are you ready to begin?” She looked down at the papers that she held in her hand as she asked the question, before glancing up to her right, to make eye contact with her producer.

On the other side of the glass window, the producer looked at the panel in front of her before looking back at the woman. Giving a gentle nod of her head, I noticed that the producer’s blonde curls fell into her face and partially obscured her eyes for a moment. With a quick swish of her hand, the producer pushed the hair back into place and in the process, I noticed that my husband was eyeing her greedily.

I smirked at the sight, after all, giving why I was being interviewed for the podcast it was unrealistic that he would ever stand a chance.

“OK, going live in 3… 2… 1” a voice said over a speaker into the room, and I realised that the producer was counting us into the broadcast.

“And now,” she said, pointing with her finger towards the woman who would interview me as a small light behind her turned from red to green.

“Hello, and welcome to another edition of Hotwives and the cuckold’s who love them, I’m Queen Annie and I am your regular host of this amazing podcast.”

The woman paused for a moment as a title jingle played into the room and then as it ended the woman looked at me. “Today we are going to look at a very unusual, and yet popular fantasy within the hot wife and cuckold community, and that is the subject of breeding. Now for most people it is just a fantasy, but for a small number of people, including my guest this evening, it is something that they have taken to completion in a way that some may see as shocking.”

Taking another pause, the woman swallowed gently before checking her notes. “Tonight’s guest is happy to be known by her first name Gail and she will be recounting the events that led to the completion of the fantasy that she shared with her husband. Now I must warn you, some of what she will tell you, will be erotic, and at times, graphic, but it is not for the faint of heart.”

“Good evening, Gail,” she said as she looked up from her notes and at me.

“Good evening, Queen Annie,” I replied.

“Now to help set the scene, I will describe Gail for you, she is a white woman aged in her early 30’s, who has long, black hair that is currently tied back in a ponytail. She is very curvy, though the fact that she is obviously very pregnant has likely contributed to that, but even then, she is comfortable showing off what I can only describe as a stumming pair of legs. So Gail, tell me, how far along are you?”

“Just coming up to 8 months,” I replied.

“Good, and how long have you and your husband been married?”

“9 months a week Saturday.”

“Wow, so you got pregnant pretty much as soon as you married?”

“Yes.”

“And does that have something to do with your story?”

“Of course, and why I am here today.”

“We will get to that part Gail, first I want to know a bit about your cuckold and hot wife lifestyle?”

“Sure,” I replied, as I thought back to when I had first met my husband.

It had been a bit of a chance meeting in a sex club. At the time I was single but had a friend with benefits who used to take me to the clubs. We had attended an event called “Coffee and Cream.” It was a night where young white girls went along to get their guts rearranged by big black cocks before being filled by the cum load by the virile black men who were in attendance.

Personally, I loved those nights, having had a thing about black guys since my teenage years. On this night though, while I was in a room with two rather well-hung guys, as an audience watched on through a window, I had seen my husband to be Tom. I noticed that he was not just watching me like a guy would watch porn, but more as if he felt a deep connection with my desires.

After I had finished, I went back to the bar for a drink and a chat, and amazingly Tom approached. He was very matter of fact and while he offered to buy me a drink, he also asked me out on a date. There was something about Tom that attracted me, and after he reassured me that I would not have to give up the swinging, I agreed.

Four months later, we had moved in together, and Tom had already become my, cuck taking me to events where I would spend hours being fucked by other men. As for just the two of us, sex was an occasional thing, a reward for Tom usually after he had tasted the cum of the men who had fucked me. It worked perfectly and soon we were engaged to be married.

The woman interrupted my recall. “So you were going to marry a guy who had spent most of his time in a relationship with you, watching you be fucked by other men?”

“Yes, but it worked for us, and we were very happy.”

“It sounds it, do you know how many men you slept with during that time?”

Thinking for a moment, I tried to do a quick count in my head, “prior to getting engaged, we were together for around a year and a half, I would say it, umm, it has to be at least 150.”

“That’s impressive,” the woman said in reply, “I think the record we have had on this show for similar situations is just over 200.”

“Well, we have busy lives, we both work, or at least both worked, and I did tend to hold out for the black guys on the circuit.”

The woman smiled at my comment, “yes, it is amazing how many white women who come on here talk about the eroticism of the black man. Which makes me wonder, are you involved in any kinks like the black new world order?”

I thought about the question for a moment, “I think that is very relevant to my story,” I said with a cheeky grin.

“Then, please continue.” 

Thinking back to the events that had led to me sitting in the chair, I remembered the fact that about two months before the wedding I stopped having sex. There was nothing bad about it, just that I wanted to get pregnant either the night of my wedding, or shortly after, and for that to happen I had to stop using protection. I had never liked condoms anyway, so the only solution to no protection was to not have sex.

“That must have left you desperate?” Queen Annie asked.

“It did, by the day of the wedding, two months of self-imposed celibacy had left me aching. Even the process of putting on my lingerie left me wet and horny.”

My mind wandered again to the image of me in the mirror, a white cup-less corset, white stockings and suspenders. My pussy, bare and smooth, just begging to be pounded.

The wedding itself, while large, with many friends and family present, had been just a typical day. Most of those present had no idea of what Tom and I had planned for that evening beyond knowing that I hoped to start a family soon after getting married. So, as they watched me exchange vows, before eating and dancing the evening away, most of the guests had no reason to suspect that I was knickerless and desperate.

“And what was the plan?” the interviewer asked as I recalled the day of the wedding.

“Nothing special, as I said, I rarely had sex with Tom, but the plan was for him to father my children. He had talked about bringing a large dildo, so I was expecting to have some powerful orgasms before he finally filled me with his baby making load.”

“Things didn’t work out that way though?”

“No, unbeknown to me, Tom had a specific plan in mind.”

“How could he be so sure that you would go along with it?”

“Because we had discussed similar things before. You asked about the black new world order earlier and in truth we had both confirmed that we were interested in the concept and about dedicating our lives to it in some way in the future.”

“But you had not talked specifically about what was to happen?”

“We had not, but sometimes you just have to go with the flow.”

“So, what did happen?”

The question sent my mind racing as I remembered getting back to the hotel room. I had walked in, my long, white, bridal gown swishing around me as I had entered the room.

As soon as the door was closed, Tom was on me, holding me, kissing me, and feeding my need to be filled by him. Unzipping my dress, I felt if fall to the floor while Tom took a moment to stare at my exposed body.

“You look absolutely amazing,” he had said to me as I had completed a slow pirouette for him. “I can’t wait to get you pregnant.”

“Mmm,” I had replied as I stepped back into his arms, “take me.”

At that point, Tom’s face broke out into an evil grin as he guided me over to the bed. I climbed onto it, kneeling in the middle, my legs open as I swayed back and fore and waited for Tom to join me.

He raised a finger to indicate I needed to give him a moment and then stepping away from the bed I saw him approach the door to the room. Looking through the spy hole, he glanced at me before gently opening the door. As I watched, he waved with his hand to someone who was on the other side. I could not contain my shock as three tall, muscular, black guys walked into the room.

Staring at them, my body still exposed, my mind raced with thoughts as to what was happening. “Babe,” Tom said as he closed the door and stood next to the three men. “Babe,” he said again as he waited for my shock to ease.

“Yes,” I finally said, tearing my eyes away from the sight of the three black guys.

“We’ve always talked about the BNWO, and how we can contribute to it.”

“Yes.”

“And we have discussed the possibility of you being black bred before.”

“Yes,” I said, my voice becoming more nervous as I spoke.

“Well, tonight is the night when you take the next step in your service to the idea.”

I looked at the three guys who had just arrived in the room, and then back at my husband. “Are you proposing that the three of them get me pregnant?”

Tom remained silent, instead he smiled as his eyes twinkled with the thought of what he hoped was about to happen.

“Hang on,” Queen Annie said, interrupting my recall of the events, “how did you feel being naked in front of these three black strangers?”

“How did I feel, I was so wet and desperate for them, but my mind also raced with thoughts of what it would be like to raise a black child.”

“So, at this point, did you think you would go through with it?”

“I was desperate to go through with it, but I was worried about whether Tom would really want me to, or whether he was just letting a fantasy go to far.”

Queen Annie nodded in understanding, “please, carry on with your story.”

I thought back to that night, the vision of me kneeling on the bed, paraded for three black men I had never met before.

“Are you sure you want this to happen?” I asked Tom, “it means you won’t get to take me on my wedding night, or on any night until I get pregnant.”

Tom bit his bottom lip for a moment, “I’m comfortable wanking my little white shrimp into a tissue,” he said.

I swallowed nervously as I turned my attention back to the three men who were waiting for me. Raising a hand, I selected one of them, pointed at him and then beckoned him to the bed with a curl of my finger. He stepped forward, removing his top as he did so before climbing onto the bed. His bare, black chest, close to me, it was like I could hear his heartbeat as he took me into his arms.

“Your cool about the fact that hopefully one of you three will get me pregnant?” I asked as he leaned in for a kiss.

“Oh yeah,” he said with a grin, “I’ve already got four kids from other white girls, the best thing about this one would be that it wouldn’t cost me a penny.”

This guy is an experienced alpha I thought to myself as, feeling an urge to have his weight on me, I leapt up into his arms, wrapping my legs around his body. As he was kneeling, he was unable to hold me and I fell backwards, pulling him with me. He landed between my legs, sending a shiver of excitement up my body.

The first kiss was passionate as I put my arms around his back and raked my nails across it. Closing my eyes, I lost myself in the moment as I felt the bed move beneath me.

I opened my eyes again, to see that the other two men had joined us on the bed. Unlike the guy who was on top of me, who was still wearing his trousers, the other two had already stripped naked. Looking up from my position on the bed, I could see their already hard cocks hanging in the air over my head.

Reaching up with my hands, I took hold of a cock in each and pulled them down to my mouth. As I did so, the guy who had kissed me climbed off and glancing down my body I could see him standing at the end of the bed as he stripped off.

Taking it in turns, I wanked each of the cocks I was holding while placing the other in my mouth, sucking on the tip and licking the shaft. While I did that, the guy who I had kissed climbed back on the bed, lowering his head between my legs until his tongue touched my pussy. It sent an electric shock through my body as the guy licked my clit, while he placed two fingers into my hole.

I gasped, breathing hard on the cock that I was in the process of inserting between my lips. The sensations making me want to take it deeper and so craning my neck, I pulled the cock to the back of my throat. It tasted so good, better than any white cock, as all black cock did. In truth, I could never tell you if black cock really does taste better, or whether it is just the mental impact of taking that gorgeous looking penis into my mouth. But whenever I do, in that moment, it definitely tastes a better.

“Yeah babe,” the guy who I was sucking said as he saw the shaft of his dick disappear between my lips.

“She sucking it like a lollipop,” the one I was wanking said as he enjoyed the view as well. “I hope I get some of that in a moment.”

His comment was enough to remind me to share my holes and removing one cock from my mouth, I turned my head so that I could take the other.

“Mmm,” the second guy moaned as I took him to the back of my throat. His cock was slightly thicker, but not quite as long, though all three of them were much larger than my new husband.

The one who had been eating me rose back up onto his knees and shuffled forward towards me. I watched his approach, his large cock dangling bouncing in front of him as he lined himself up with my pussy. “You don’t want your cock sucked?” I asked as he prepared to enter me.

“Why would I want those lips?” he asked as he nodded towards my mouth, “when I can breed you with these one?”

I said nothing in reply, choosing instead to just absorb the feeling of pleasure as he started to enter me.

He pounded me, while I continue to entertain the other two with my mouth. It felt good to feel his long tool pushing so deep into my vagina, touching against my uterus as he did so. I was one of the lucky ones who found contact with my uterus to be a pleasurable experience, which meant that I could enjoy larger cocks even more than most.

“I got an idea,” the guy on the right said as I lazily wanked him with my hand my attention so focused on the guy who was fucking me and the cock I was sucking.

“What’s that?” the one on my left asked.

“Do you think she could do double pussy? Would you do double pussy?”

I pulled my mouth off the cock I was sucking moved my head so that I could look at the one who had asked the question. “Would you cum at the same time?” I asked eagerly.

“Umm, we can try,” he said in reply as a grin formed on his face.

“Then sure, I can do double pussy.”

The guy fucking me pulled out and moved away, climbing off the bed while the two guys I had been sucking arranged themselves. I moved to the side of the bed so that one of them could lie down and I then rolled over on top of him. My large breasts landing on his chest as I did so. Positioning himself behind me, I let the second guy take control of the logistics. The cock of the guy beneath me slid into place and then, as I held myself still, fighting the urge to ride, I felt the discomfort of the second tip stretching me.

Once the initial discomfort had passed, I was filled with pleasure as my body adjusted to accommodate the two black snakes at the same time. My hole was stretched to the point that it felt like it would break, while the two men took me. The one who was behind me, pumped himself into me, his cock sliding along the side of his friend’s while my body was driven towards its first orgasm of the night. I wondered if we could manage all three of us cumming at the same time. An immense challenge but at the same time it was something that would be so amazing to feel.

The thought was so erotic though and before I knew it, I could feel myself tipping over the edge. My pussy tightening and clamping down on the two cocks as I gave out a long, low moan of pleasure. As my arms weakened, I felt myself fall forward onto the chest of the man I was riding, in the process offering my arse even higher in the air.

“Oh yeah,” the guy behind me said as he got a view of my puckered and previously well used arsehole. He pushed a finger into me, making my orgasm more intense, and in the process bringing himself to his own peak.

“Oh!” I exclaimed as the finger in my ass took me from the sensations of a slow, burning orgasm to that of a body quaking explosion. The feelings made all the more special as I felt the first drop of cum enter me from one of the cocks.

The sensation of having a cock cum into you, as you reach orgasm is always special, and the only way to top it would be for two of them to do so. Which is exactly what happened, I am not sure what finally brought it about, but the second cock twitched in me, and soon I was being filled with two loads of cum.

Their orgasms finished, the two guys were spent, and I felt their cocks shrivel and fall out of me as I lay there, leaking their cum. “Out of the way guys,” the third one said and while I enjoyed the post orgasmic glow, I felt my body being rolled over and onto my back.

Lying there, legs open, cum leaking out I could only watch as the third guy climbed on top. He entered me, his cock filling me as he took the hole which had been previously filled by his friends. Leaning forward he kissed me as a hand grabbed and tweaked one of my nipples.

“Do me,” I begged as he started his long, rhythmic thrusting.

I closed my eyes for a moment, and when I reopened them, I noticed that my husband was standing at the side of the bed watching. Putting out my hand, he took hold of it, wrapping his fingers around mine. “You’re amazing,” he said, and I smiled at the comment.

“Kiss me,” I replied, and he climbed onto the bed as the guy who was fucking me leaned back out of the way. Leaning in my husband did as I had asked and he kissed me while I continued to take the huge thrusts of my third lover of the night.

“Fuck,” the guy said from somewhere above my husband and then I felt it, his cum exploding from his cock, inserting itself deep into my fertile body. It seemed to go on for ever, every twitch unleashing another drop of his baby making cream.

When he finally climbed off, I felt so full of cum, that I was desperate to hold onto. Lifting my legs, I rolled my body up to reduce the chances of me spilling the sperm that would make me pregnant.

“Wow,” Queen Annie said as I described the end of the night, “what happened then?”

“Well, we had our honeymoon, we went away for a week, and I took another four black cocks during that week.”

“And what about Tom?”

“He did exactly as he said he would, he wanked himself off after every session and waited starved himself of me until the day I got a positive test result.”

“Test result? You mean you confirmed you were pregnant?”

“Yes.”

“And you are absolutely certain that the father is one of those black men?”

“Without a doubt, I went without sex for two months before my wedding, and over the next three weeks I only had sex with black men.”

“That’s amazing, and how do you feel now?”

“I’m so happy, it’s been confirmed that I am having twins, both boys, so I cannot wait to raise the next generation of the black new world order.”

“Well, that’s amazing, and it would be very special if more white women like you, with a cuck husband, were open to being bred by black men.”

“Thank you,” I said with a smile as Queen Annie leaned forward to shake my hand again.

“And that’s the end of tonight’s podcast,” Queen Annie said as I looked back over to where my husband was standing. Our eyes met and we smiled at each other, happy in the knowledge that I had been black bred.

“Good night,” Queen Annie said, and I realised that I had tuned her out and not listened to the last couple of minutes of her talking into the microphone.

The producer came over the speaker system, “that’s a wrap,” she said, and Queen Annie helped me up from the chair where I had been sat.

“I must say, that was an incredible story,” she said as she escorted me back towards my husband. “But I have to ask, is it completely true? I’ve met any people who have had breeding fantasies, but never someone who has actually gone through with it.”

I smiled as the door opened and I stepped through into the arms of my husband. “Show her,” I said as I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Are you sure?” he asked in reply.

“She questions whether it really happened,” I said with a grin.

“Ahh,” my husband replied as he pulled his mobile phone from his pocket. A few quick keystrokes later, he held up the phone to show the video he had shot of me being bred. Queen Annie watched it, seeing me lift my legs up in the air after the third game shot his load into me.

“Wow,” she said with a smile, “well I hope you keep in touch and let me know how things go.”

“Sure,” I said and with a kiss on the cheek I bade farewell to my interviewer. “For the Black New World Order,” I said with a smile as my husband and I headed for the door.