The Race Is On

the Race is on... What you don't know about Mary is that you always get a little something extra with her. She prides herself on being just a half a step ahead of you, and she always is. She loves to add a little twist here, a little kink there just to keep you guessing, keep you moving forward. And she loves to test me with these surprises, just to garnish the moment and really, honestly see if what I say I want is actually, really what I want. And this makes the experience of being her husband a little more challenging- and a whole lot sweeter. At her core, Mary is a good German Catholic girl. And while her genes make her the stunning Aryan beauty that she is, her strict upbringing served to repress her for much of her life, keeping her feeling afraid to take a chance and feeling guilty if it pays off. It really isn't in her spirit to hold back, but all of her life, this is what has been modelled for her by her mother and father. Since they died several years back, Mary has slowly evolved, opening up to become the person that she truly is. The spunk is there now. Her eyes sparkle mischievously. She has a little of the devil in her. And, like I said, she is smart. She is a half step ahead of you.. Do you remember my description of the moment when it became obvious to all that I wanted Mary to enjoy Daryl fully? It started as a drunken joke, a bit of clowning on the couch. But in that moment of truth, when I looked her deep in the eyes and I asked her if she wanted Daryls shiny, dark cock, she looked down and though silently for a good twenty seconds before timidly nodding her guilty affirmation. But then I had hardly gotten the one word question out: "Daryl?" Before her lips were already raised lovingly to caress his plum shaped cockhead. Foolish me, I thought that my encouragements were required. But Mary is a thoroughbred, a horse that you can lead to water and who will drink deeply there. `Oh, that's so beautiful...' I murmured and she took another gentle, biting suck from his cockhead. Before I could choke out the whole question: "You really love that, don't you honey?..." She had him swallowed in one move. She rocked her head back and forth gently, seductively, nestling his plum between her tonsils and began a rhythmic stroking of the underside of his cock with her tongue. Surprise, surprise, Marc! She is into it! She's a half a step ahead of you again! If Daryl had any ideas about trying some bullshit Black Master routine, they vanished at the moment of this devouring. His hand had been resting on the back of her head, as if to guide her, teach her. Now, in an instant, it was Daryl who was learning. His hands fell to his side as a lost, struck dumb look crossed his face. You've got to know that here's always that unexpected thing with Mary. That's how we got here, dear reader, and that is the key to understanding how my diary will finish. When Leischa was born, it shed some light on Daryls dysfunctional upbringing. Daryls mom had been one of those tough and stoic mothers who raised three sons without the benefit of a father. Daryl doesn't really have a relationship with his father and it shows now that he is one himself. Daryls mom, Hattie, is religious and conservative by nature. Nobody ever gave her nothin' and she will remind you of this a dozen times over the course of an evening. But when Leischa came, Mary and I never felt closer or more right in what we were doing. And Hattie even came around when she saw her grandchild. We fell in love with Hattie during her brief stay and this didn't seem to cheer Daryl at all. Daryl was acting depressed. He felt left out somehow, even though Leischa was his child. Later we came to understand that Daryl just never had been exposed to babies much. They intimidated him, made him uncomfortable, especially girl children. So while Mary and I could not get enough of this miraculously beautiful child, Daryl was struggling to bond with her. Leischa is a perfect intersection between the best of Marys and Daryls genes. She has Marys sharp features, but she is quite dark, like Daryl. Her coal black hair has a sweeping, persistent curl that we let fly free. And it is thick, thick, thick! She is a beautiful child. So we have this baby and we love her totally. To us this is the definition of our world now and the erotic result of the most erotic episode of our lives to that date. Ahhh, sex. That's what you want, dear reader, and that you shall have. But allow me to make this one last point- that child bearing and rearing are the ultimate erotic fulfillment of sex itself. It doesn't end with conception, it just begins. Never mind that now, it is time to wrap up this diary with its most ironic conclusion. I knew that Mary had always intended to have three children. That was her stated adolescent wish, anyhow. After a 16 hour labor and delivery, I was wondering how that resolve might be holding up. As usual, I underestimated my wife, just a little bit short of a whole lot. When I came into her hospital room, Daryl was snoring in a chair in the corner. He looks like he must have looked as a kid when he sleeps. Mary had Leischa at her breast where she quietly suckled like a happy little brown piglet, pausing only to sigh contentedly from time to time. I find it so erotic to see this brown baby suckling from Marys white breast. It almost always stirs something inside of me to watch Marys small nipple being tugged into the mouth of this African American miracle child. We talked and shared many wonderful and private thoughts ending in the question. `Do you think you are up for this again?` She just flashed me that look- the purely Mary look of absolute determination- and held up three fingers, then motioned her finger to describe the space between us. As usual, Mary was a step ahead. She knew that this question was coming and she seized the moment to remind me that she would have two more, with our baby next, just as the three of us had agreed to back on the beach. There was fire in her eyes at that moment and a tear of joy in mine. Daryl seemed to be more remote in the days after Marys delivery. Mary is a perinatal nurse. She teaches expectant and newly delivered mothers how to nurse and care for their babies. Of course, she would breast-feed Leischa. But breast-feeding, while a natural method of birth control, also seemed to dull Marys recently awoken libido. And, as I had expected, Mary seemed totally, emotionally preoccupied with Leischa. Daryls new job, teaching graphic design at a local community college, was keeping him out of the daily child bonding activities. It afforded us the income to plan to let Mary stay home for a year or two to have and raise the babies that she wanted, but it meant that our household was getting less and less erotic by the day. Both Mary and I gave Daryl all of the support we could as he worked things out for himself. That seemed to be the way that he wanted it to happen. It wasn't until Leischa was four months old that I finally got sick of the moping about and dragged Daryl out for one of our great heart to heart talks at a local tavern. It didn't even take Daryl his first whole beer before he was pouring out his soul like a drunk. Daryl admitted- or eluded to- an affair with a young Korean student. While dancing around the subject, he seemed to be expressing extreme remorse for not "keeping the faith" of our covenant at the beach. Daryl was horny. He may have fucked this girl who meant nothing to him and it felt like the end of his relationship with Mary and I to him. He was afraid to lose the two best friends of his life. Of course he was depressed. I reminded him of the favor that he did for me at college. Remembering that he gave up our dorm room so that I could fuck this pouty little blonde at grad school at least offered him the comfort of not being alone in his feelings of guilt and transgression. We spent the better part of three hours there drinking beer and talking about the good old days, what this all meant to us now, our hopes and fears for the future, Leischa, and mostly about how Mary was the best thing that had ever happened to us both. Somehow, I think that she could hear us talking. With Hattie safely packed up and headed home, our house became a bit more normal. Daryl was laughing more and spending more time alone with Mary and Leischa, bonding. She obviously adored him. Mary was getting a little restless. After four months, she had snapped herself right back into tight physical shape. I started to work out with her, concentrating on building strength in my upper body. I knew that, since Daryl would be my shill, he would start her in his favorite position, hovering above her sex, whipping his cock in and out of her in his favorite position. It would take stronger arms to stand in and finish her off in that position and I was eager to be in the best shape possible to more than live up to the task at hand. But, as usual, Mary was a half a step ahead of me. We had one languid weekend where we took turns with her, releasing pent up sex drives and learning something about Mary's new body. What we learned is that it is better than ever, if that was even possible. Her curves are ever so slightly more accentuated and this removes any illusions of her being thin or skinny. (She never looked skinny at all to me) She is just right now, perfect, fit and flat stomached. Her `Keggle' exercises have returned the tight grip of her pussy and perhaps even made it even stronger. Once Daryl had re-staked his claim to her pussy, everything seemed to improve a lot. It was like the pressure was off after four long months. Once, Daryl stumbled upon me taking her roughly in the shower. Another time, I came home early the next afternoon to find him grinding his cock into her in the hallway on the sideboard table. Her summer dress was bunched around her waist and an arm was recklessly tossed around his neck as he danced his sideways circular stroke to her pussy. She loves this and came loudly at the very moment I walked into the doorway. As she collapsed on his shoulders, a soft splat, splat, splat on the floor beneath them announced his sweet victory. By the Friday at dinner, Mary had pointedly reminded us both that her fertile time was close at hand and that we had made a deal. Firmly, she reminded us that she wanted to get pregnant again now, while she was ready for it and free from the daily work grind. This time, she reminded us, Daryl would be the fuck shill and I would be the inseminating bull. My heart raced with pride and anticipation. Daryl seemed a little crestfallen. It is important to note that Mary knows that both she and I are inherently smarter than Daryl. This is not a judgement or a criticism, just a notation of fact. While Daryl is both wise and streetsmart, his classmates, including myself, carried him through grad school. Everybody likes Daryl. He got through by a whisker and a whole heap of charm. Now, I am not saying that Daryl isn't smart. But I am saying that Mary knew that the ruthlessly clever little astonishments that she threw in my face would go right past Daryl and so she never ran them on him. And because she knew that Daryl wasn't as smart as she is and because she loves him truly, she is always looking out for him a little bit. Not mothering, just always levelling the playing field a little bit. Though he is less than enthusiastic about switching roles, Daryl is taking the idea of being a fuck shill with a surprising air of grace for a noble black man. He gets to go to her pussy first, but he can't come inside of her. He has to get her ready for me. That's his job. I should have know that Mary was step ahead of us. The first surprise of the evening came when she stripped before us. For the first time since I had ever seen her naked, she had shaved her pussy. Not all of it, this barbery had a most unusual twist. Just above her clit, she had left a small circle of thick fur, about an inch and a half across, untouched. Within this oasis, around its edges she had woven several small braids into her pubic hair, terminating each one with a small, root beer colored glass bead. Both Daryl and I craned forward to examine this artful wonder. "Wow..." Was all I could muster as Daryl flipped the braids with his finger. They danced and dangled, making a soft clicking sound. This tickled and made Mary jump back from us and cover herself like an innocent school girl. Now, just a word or two about Marys patch. I have always admired her bush. It isn't overly large, a simple delta of chestnut colored fur that points the way to Heaven. It is thick, but you can make out her lips and the architecture of her sex through it. She never trimmed it before and so it has a bit of a mane-like quality, soft and long. Though she isn't overly hairy, her patch extends don't the sides of her full, voluptuous sex, framing her clam in a way that just gives me chills. When Daryl takes her in his favorite position, she has a pillow under the small of her back and her knees are pulled way up almost into her armpits. This opens her sex to him in a way that is so complete that he only need to lower his hard cock into her and pump. She, they both, love this position. Because she has this light, long mane and Daryl has nappy, short pubic hair, the effect of him pumping into her pussy acts like velcro, grabbing and teasing her mane as they fuck. Often, when they finish, her pussy lips are splayed and fully engorged, wet with their sex juices and her mane is teased up rakishly. We laughingly call this the `Don King effect'. So we were both surprised and amazed when Mary stripped and presented us with this small circle of pussy fur perched recklessly atop her pussy lips. That circle of fur with its tiny braids riveted my gaze as she fell into a soul kiss with Daryl. It made her look like a little girl slut. The beads clicked and rustled, glistened in the soft light. Was she wet already, or was that the beads? I was drawn to them by a powerful sense of curiosity. Soon enough, she had Daryls cock lovingly cradled in the palm of her hand and was gently sliding it down her gullet. She could take him to the base of his cock and just hold him there in her throat, dancing her tongue along the base of his cock rendering him stuporous with the sensations that she ministered to him. He knew that he was not going to explode into her pussy, so he began to pump into her mouth in earnest, looking like he was going to ride her wanton mouth to his climax. Mary had a different idea. Before long, she languidly moved her ass to the corner of the bed and assumed her splayed position for him. She guided him to her nearly bald pussy, rocking her hips back onto a pillow to afford him the purchase that he so enjoyed from her. But as she guided him past her beaded curtain, he hesitated. "You know, this is gonna be just like the first time... I'm not going to last very long inside of you, Mary... I've got too much cum pent up..." It sounded like an excuse to me, but Mary knew just how to handle him. "Do you remember the deal, Daryl? Just tell me just before you cum, that's all." She looked at him with such a fixed gaze that he knew that he had no refuge for making a mistake. And yet, her look seemed to say that he would also get what he wanted if he just went along with the program. He fingered her clit thoughtfully and slowly as she laid back, splayed open beneath him. He rubbed some of her shiny sex juice on his cockhead and slid it into her lovingly, using his thumb and forefinger. This is the moment when the playing field levelled for Daryl and he knew it. Mary has never become completely used to the sheer joy of seeing and feeling his black lance disappear inside of her pussy. It was always a bit like the first time to her. She loves that about Daryl. Now that it was bare and reddened with the flush of sexual excitement, the contrast between her swollen pink pussy lips and his cock was heightened even more. He could feel her release as she relaxed and accept him as he sank into her. This was a ritual by now, but by no means had it lost its novelty and sense of drama. As usual, he built a tiny fuck stroke from somewhere deep inside himself. He seemed to be taking her pulse with his cock, tapping into her most basic animal instincts. At first it was barely perceptible, but by now experience had taught Mary how to keep in perfect sync with it. Slowly, his stroke built, thrusting and rocking his brown hips with more of a whip action into her. She was moaning with each stroke now, becoming lost in this breeding ritual. After a few minutes, Daryl abruptly withdrew, holding his cock firmly in his hand, shaking. Mary reacted quickly, massaging the head and watching for the spasmodic jerking that would indicate that soon he would pour his seed out onto her belly. But it didn't come. Daryl just stood transfixed, frozen in pre-release tension. He had pulled out too soon. Mary knew just what to do. She lewdly said, "Come back in here, baby..." And offered up her pussy to him once more. He took it with a fury I had not seen before, thrusting his cock, splaying her pussy lips outward as if to indicate that there was no more room inside of her. The tiny click, click, clicking of the beads crackled in the heavy air. Just as I expected him to blow his spume and break the deal, he proved his mettle and withdrew again. Now Mary knew he was about to cum and she readied herself by laying back and making a small circle with her thumb and forefinger, very carefully encircling the small patch of fur that she had left on her mons. Within this corral of thumb and finger, she delicately drew Daryls cockhead down to it until his cockhead barely rested in her warm fur patch. The sensation was too much for him and as he rocked his head backwards, the first of pulse of his milt stream began to flood the hairy, beaded circle made by Marys two fingers. By the third or fourth spurt, you could hear the sounds if her makeshift corral filling up. It sounded like a milk cow being milked into tiny bucket. After a few seconds, he was done. His purple cockhead rested half submerged in the little pool of semen perched atop marys sex. "Give me a cake, baby. Make me a nice cake," Mary urged as she looked down at the tangle of beads, pubic hair and gelatinous semen. As before, I fully expected that Mary would now smear his spume across her belly and thighs and offer herself to me in earnest, just as we had done before. I was ready to take her, standing right behind Daryls left shoulder hard cock at the ready. As she raised Daryls spent cock from her small circle, he reluctantly stepped aside, leaving her spread open before me. I sank my burning cock into her. And as she looked at me in half swoon, I noticed that little devilish smile cross her face. Without taking her eyes from mine, she opened her finger and thumb, displaying Daryls cum cake perched precariously atop her clit hood. Now, finally, I understood her surprise. Mary was giving Daryl a fighting chance at her after all. She was levelling the playing field, just a little, while testing me to the core. As I buried myself to the balls in my sweet wifes warm, soft cunt, I gazed at the melting cumcake. Marys body heat was already melting it and the lines of her shaved pussy offered small riverbeds down which it began to flow. Already, her pussy was beginning to glisten with Daryls cum and I could now feel a rivulet sliding around my cock, flowing underneath it, down the shaft towards her cervix. Mary just smiled at me wantonly and rocked her hips slightly as if to say that she invited his sed to compete with mine. Mine! My God, with each pump, I was delivering Daryls cum to marys egg. The thought made my mind race. Mary was testing me. Either I stepped up to the plate now...or she would carry another of daryls children. Daryl saw this in a second and let out a war whoop and danced around the bed as I began to drive my cock home in earnest. Now I could not be concerned that I was pumping Daryls seed for him. I just threw caution to the wind and began to breed my bitch in earnest. The work outs at the gym payed off as I was able to hover over her pumping my cock to her with every bit as a fluid and cum provoking fuck rhythms as Daryl. Now Mary was lost in me. Her eyes were almost closed, her hips rocked up and splayed open before her cock master, offering herself to my sperm. The tiny beaded braids hung down now, guiding their tiny passengers to the point of intersection between me and my wife. Tiny sperm bearing threads soaked my cock and her brave, defiant pussy, ushering Daryls seed in next to mine. I came hard, shuddering streams into her womb. I pulled my cockhead out just far enough to watch the thick streaming squirts of cum fall into her dark, warm, fertile cunt. Then I plunged into her again, pumping my troops forward to the front lines. Ahhhhhh, release was never so sweet, dear reader. I never withdrew. Instead, I soaked in her long enough to get hard again and fucked her again until I came again hard. I did this three times before withdrawing from Marys well used sex. Cum was everywhere. We repeated this episode 7 times over the weekend. Each time, Daryl deposited his `cumcake' neatly within the borders of her fingers, each time, she let them go as soon as I was buried in her. The last time, she said "Ooops!" In mock astonishment and released Daryls hounds early, before I was in, delighting him to no end. AS I said, dear reader, there is always a little surprise with my Mary. Our second child was my baby, that is, mine and Marys genetically. But Peter is all of ours as a family. He was born prematurely, a big, happy, hungry boy , 7 months and three weeks after conception. In an ironic twist, Peters birth really brought Daryl back into our family unit for good. He loved him immediately and is every bit as loving and close to him as I am to Leischa. Already, he is trying to get Peters little hands used to holding a nerf basketball. He calls him his `great, white hope'. Epilogue The point of sharing our true story with you is really an attempt to share a more realistic view of interracial sexing than is typically found on the websites. We love the difference that Daryl has made in our lives- inside and outside of the bedroom. We appreciate the real differences in everything that Daryl is. This has inspired us and made us more than we were before his first visit. What we have learned from this experience is more powerful than the most compelling sexual fantasy: that acceptance on an equal footing can bring enlightenment- and the true promise of the beauty of interracial sexing- to a relationship where it is wanted. Daryl has, no doubt, been as changed and influenced by our `white ways' every bit as much as we have been influenced by his African heritage. We are all made better by it. The three of us love each other deeply and support each other as individuals completely and this makes a real difference- inside and outside of our bedroom. We were never wanting a black master to come into our lives and make `little dick whitey' stand in the corner while the hung stud finally gives the pretty white wife what she has craved all along- domination from a huge black cock. Frankly, I think that it is a bankrupt, dangerous, stupid and racist fantasy that offends us deeply. It just seems ignorant to us. Much worse, it betrays the true beauty that has been made possible only from sharing Mary completely with a beautiful black man on an equal and honest basis. With love, for all, Mary&Marc&Daryl. 2751 1.16/512345