Teen Wife and Neighborhood Whore Impregnated by Blacks - Sex Stories

Teen Wife and Neighborhood Whore Impregnated by Blacks

... t-shirts or thin camisole tops when others were around. They must have loved looking at her big, dollar-sized areolas and nipples poking through those shirts. By the eighth month when her belly was really poking out below her huge tits, the men were becoming even friendlier with Lindsay, as she was with them. This was especially true when their wives weren’t around. A couple of them made comments even when their wives were around. They would sometimes touch her belly in a seemingly innocent way to see how the baby was doing, and also make comments about her big tits and nice ass. It seemed like Lindsay’s outgoing and flirty nature encouraged their behavior. She mistakenly regarded them as casual friends, as if she was back in high school or something. I was starting to see how their flirting and touching with Lindsay was going a little farther than innocent neighborly teasing. It was almost as if they were misinterpreting her friendliness as being and enticement to them. They were starting to take advantage of her naiveté at being so young, and my reluctance to interfere with them. We never had any black friends growing up, so it was also a little intimidating being surrounded by those mature, black men. The more I thought about it and observed them; I saw that Lindsay enjoyed being flirted with by those four men. They were all ruggedly handsome, tall and more muscular than me. They usually had a three day growth of dark whiskers and gave off very macho, masculine vibes ...

... and were sometimes crude in their language. I’m sure that they saw me almost as a boyish nerd compared to them, especially since I never challenged them about their coziness with my wife. I know that I should have been more protective of Lindsay, but something was holding me back. It made me proud that she was so beautiful and sexy. Seeing those handsome, mature men fawning over her seemed to validate my attraction to her and maybe even enhanced my status as a man, at least in my eyes. At that point I didn’t recognize my submissive feelings for what they were. We normally got together for barbeques at least one day of the weekend. Then on the other weekend day and some beautiful evenings after work, some of the guys would come over, with or without their wives, just to drink. One of the men named Kevin and his wife Sonya lived right next to us, and they were over more than the others. Kevin was always trying to get close to Lindsay and talk to her, and he was the most aggressive with her. One evening when just Kevin and Sonya were over with Lindsay and me, Kevin and I had a few beers. Lindsay’s breasts looked huge in the tight camisole top she was wearing, as we had only one week left until her scheduled delivery date for the baby. Kevin stupidly blurted out, “Damn, Lindsay, those hooters of yours are looking big and tasty tonight. Let me know if you need any help carrying them around.” Lindsay just laughed and Sonya didn’t seem to mind Kevin’s behavior. Sonya is grossly ...