I’ve always had a thing for pregnant women. The way their bellies swell, the way their tits grow, the way their skin glows – it’s fucking intoxicating. And the best part? Knowing that I’m the one who put them in that state. That I’ve marked them, claimed them, filled them with my seed.

My wife Desiree knows about my fetish. In fact, it’s what drew her to me in the first place. She’s a gorgeous black woman with curves for days, and the thought of her carrying my child, of her body changing and growing with new life, drives me absolutely wild.

We’ve been married for a year now, and our sex life has never been better. Desiree loves being bred, loves the feeling of my cock stretching her tight pussy, pumping her full of my hot cum. And I love watching her belly grow, seeing the evidence of my virility taking hold.

But lately, things have been a bit… stale. Don’t get me wrong, we still fuck like rabbits, but there’s a part of me that craves something more. Something darker, something taboo.

I’ve always had a thing for interracial breeding, for the idea of watching my wife get knocked up by a big, black bull. And Desiree, to her credit, has been open to the idea. She’s not sure how she feels about it, but she trusts me, and she knows how much it would mean to me to see her carrying another man’s child.

So, after much discussion and negotiation, we decide to make it happen. We’re staying at a swanky hotel downtown, and Desiree has arranged for a “friend” to come over and help satisfy my deepest, darkest desires.