Account Login
On ThePornDude Hall-of-Fame
Our Son
I am sitting on the wooden bleachers watching my husband coach our six-year-old son in Flag Football. I am so happy watching them. He is a great husband and I know that he couldn’t love our son anymore. They are the perfect example of a father and son bonding.
Behind me are two other mom’s and I can clearly hear them discussing an upcoming trip to Las Vegas. I know they are both married, and I know their husbands. Their discussion is not one that married women should be having. I hear one saying, “What happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas” and they both giggle.
I shake my head because I can tell you that what happens in Vegas does not always stay in Vegas. The consequence of a sexual adventure my husband and I had seven years ago was playing flag football with my husband. He is our third child, and our official story is that the baby I had been carrying was still born and, in our grief, we decided to adopt a mixed-race child that had been abandoned by his mother so that we didn’t have to come home without a child.
I was a surrogate to a black couple; she had a hysterectomy due to endometriosis. So, they were not only looking for someone to carry their child but needed a donor for the egg. For a white woman I've got olive complexion with black hair, this woman was very light complexed and we were both the same height and build. I had a baby for them, a girl.
That was a long time ago, and I sometimes dream about that girl, what she's like what she's doing
So what exactly happened in Vegas?
Do I have to spell it out??
We were taking an anniversary trip to Las Vegas and my husband wanted to watch me have sex with a black man. The condom broke.
Your husband is a great man to allow you to enjoy a BBC and to “father” the outcome. I have to ask you thou, did you enjoy the BBC? Was it better than your hubby?