Pam

by Kim

   

I'm 27, my wife Pam is 26. We're a blond, blue-eyed couple who married right out of college. She works for a government contractor, and I'm helping to start an internet company. We had put off having kids until I'm a little better established. If you're curious about our sex life, our chosen method of contraception was condoms. We were totally faithful to each other.

One Monday last February, Pam came home from work. "Honey, next weekend I have to attend a diversity seminar. The government has advised our compliance department that all employees must attend, no exceptions, and without their spouses."

"Well, if you gotta go, you gotta go," I said as I grabbed her for a deep kiss, with more in mind than a kiss.

She laughed and drew away, "Sorry, honey, but LaTesha, our compliance officer, asked everyone under 35 to refrain from sex. It's just for this week, though!"

I frowned, "I guess I can stand a week, honey, but why?"

"LaTesha said it was a technique that's been proven to focus everyone's thoughts. You know, like coaches asking their players not to have sex for the week before a big game. There have been some serious complaints that our company has been racially insensitive, so it's very important for us that the seminar is effective, and we need to approach it professionally."

I smiled and said, "I guess I understand, but you're probably going to have to remind me!"

Pam giggled, "LaTesha thought of that. She gave me a box of panties to wear all this week and Saturday, so you don't forget. She said it will be our secret!"

"Well let me see them," I said somewhat hornily.

Pam laughed, "I'll do even better. You can see them on me."

With that she went into our bedroom, closed the door, and came out a few minutes later clad only in a pair of sheer black panties, her 36-D's fully exposed and her nipples hardening. With a grin she pointed to the white letting stitched on the on the front of the panties. It said "Black Cocks Only" with an arrow pointing straight to her pussy.

I suppose I gaped because Pam gave a fake pout and said, "Honey, nobody will ever see but us. It's just to make sure that we don't fuck this week, to help me keep focused. And LaTesha says that when I look at them in the mirror every morning and think about what I'm wearing all day this week, it will help put any prejudiced thoughts out of my mind by Saturday. You understand, don't you honey?"

All that week Pam told me that every time she saw LaTesha, LaTesha would ask her if she was thinking about her panties, she would say yes and then they would both laugh. Friday Pam said, "I have to admit that it's beginning to turn me on a little." She laughed, "I guess that's only because I'm due to ovulate this weekend and I'm already horny, I wanted you to wear out a few rubbers Friday and Saturday!" She kept laughing, "it's your fault too, dear, you haven't been performing your manly duties this week, you know!"

"But that was your company's idea!" I protested.

"Now don't have a hissy fit," she giggled. Then she smirked, "LaTesha said that her man would never have lasted past Tuesday!"

We didn't discuss it any more that night and at three o'clock Saturday afternoon, LaTesha pulled into our driveway in a company minivan. She was a beautiful, light-chocolate 30-something. "We provide door-to-door service," she beamed. "It's an eight-hour course, we start at eight after a business dinner, and I'll have Pammy home late Sunday morning."

Three of Pam's coworkers—all in their early 40's—were already in the van. Like Pam, they were dressed in conservative business outfits, smart wool suits this being wintertime. Pam said, "Oh, I did I tell you honey, this week's seminar is for women only. Next week is for the guys."

As Pam entered the van LaTesha beamed again and whispered to Pam, "Are you wearing your new panties?" Pam blushed a little and nodded, and they both giggled. I think the other three ladies heard too, but they didn't react. I wondered how Pam was going to keep our secret, but after all, the session was planned by diversity specialists, they were professionals, and its success was very important for Pam's company. So I just had to trust them.

LaTesha informed me before she drove away, "All cell phones will be confiscated. But don't worry, Pam will be able to call and give you a report on her progress sometime tonight. She gave me a sly wink, 'Bye sweetie!"

About two Sunday morning I was awakened by Pam's call. "It's just a short break, honey, so I can't talk, but the training is going great! I'll never have another prejudiced thought again! I've got to hang up now for the last exercise. Oh by the way honey, I almost forgot to tell you, I had to culkold you as part of my training! You don't mind, do you dear? Gotta go, 'Bye now!"

Well to say the least I was somewhat shocked, but I found myself getting turned on. After all, it had been a whole week without! I decided to see what Pam had to say before I was judgmental, so I went back to sleep. But not before I jacked off, with some strange but exciting new fantasies.

Sunday morning at ten a company sedan pulled into our driveway. It was Pam and a bald black man. I didn't want to interfere, so I stayed inside. Through our kitchen window I guessed he was about 30, very professionally dressed in a business suit, and medium-large, about 6' 2" and 200. It was a company sedan with bench seats and Pam was sitting right next to him. They talked about ten minutes, then Pam got out the right side. As she came by his window, he lowered it and I could hear him say, "That was a very satisfactory seminar. I'm sure that the government will be happy with my report."

Pam laughed, "Well that means that everybody is satisfied and happy then. Thank you, Curtis!" and she came inside.

It was a little awkward, of course. Finally, I asked if this meant that she wanted a divorce.

"Oh no sweetie!" said Pam. "I did it to help the company keep its contracts. And anyway, this morning, LaTesha explained to me that more and more married couples are enjoying the fun of cuckoldry! It's becoming very, very fashionable!"

I was becoming aroused again. "Well, can you give the the details? Now that I'm a cuckold I may as well know how it happened."

Pam broke into a wide smile. "I'd love to sweetie. I just knew you'd understand!"

"At the reception in the afternoon and at dinner last night, the drinks flowed. LaTesha explained that they needed for everybody's inhibitions to be down, and their honesty to be up, so she asked that we all 'drink up.' I didn't need much encouragement—the food was Mexican, and you know how I like pina coladas! And, they had some sort of heating problem and it was about 90 in the dining hall, so I was thirsty anyway!"

"The first session at eight was an hour of classroom instruction about basic anti-discrimination laws and regulations. I'm glad it was basic, because I was getting pretty buzzed! But I don't think they minded, because they kept giving us drinks! And it was 90 in there too, so I was still thirsty and getting very sweaty."

"At nine, all of the women over 35 went to new classrooms for further discussion. We younger gals were herded to a ballroom to meet our individual instructors. LaTesha explained that research showed that while the over-35s could be educated to an extent, they would always carry some prejudices, but that with the proper personal instruction, bias could be completely eliminated among the younger set."

"There was an instructor for each of us. Mine was Curtis. You saw him through the window when he brought me home."

"It was hot in there too, so they kept the cold drinks coming."

"Curtis explained that our company was on the verge of losing its government contracts, so the success of this seminar was vital. But they wanted everyone to have fun too, so this session was for everyone to have a few drinks and get acquainted and dance if they wanted."

"LaTesha got on the P.A. and announced that since the thermostats were malfunctioning, the business dress rule was being suspended. 'Get rid of those heavy suits, girls, we're all on the same side here, there's no reason to be bashful!'"

"One by one the suits started to come off, and the staff collected them. I was a little hesitant at first, but I was pretty well dressed underneath—a black date bra, a black satin corset and suspenders, sheer black stockings, and of course my 'black cocks only' panties—so I joined the crowd. I had shaved my pussy Friday, so I didn't have any embarrassing hair hanging out."

Curtis read my panties and smiled. "I hope you wore them all week. It's a proven way to break down prejudices."

"I smiled back and told him I had. He said, 'To help you stay comfortable, it's only fair that I strip down too.' He took off his jacket and shirt—I must say that he's a georgeous hunk—and then he began to take his pants off."

"What's the matter? I asked when he stopped. 'I'm embarrassed,' he said, 'when I got dressed I put on my date underwear. Force of habit, I guess, this being Saturday. I forgot that I was going to a professional seminar.'"

"Well don't be silly, I don't mind if you don't—by this time his bod and the drinks, and my week of panty training were beginning to get to me, and I was purring—and he took off his pants to reveal a black satin thong. It hugged his cock, which looked to be at least 10 inches at rest, about three times as big as yours, sweetie. Spelled out on the front, in lettering that matched my panties, was 'Baby maker.'"

"Curtis apologized and said he wore them to break the ice on dates. 'I bet it does' I cooed."

"They had a live band that was really pretty good. More and more couples went out on the floor and when the lights dimmed and the band began a slow number, Curtis put out his hand. Soon we were swaying in a close embrace."

"After a few minutes of grinding against my pussy, Curtis was aroused. He whispered, 'I know you've been thinking about living up to what your panties advertise. Can I just slip the head of my dick in? That way you will be honest, but still faithful to your husband. It's so dark that nobody will notice."

"I moaned that it was fine as long as it was just his cockhead and as long as nobody knew. He put a finger in my pussy, then two, and then began playing with my clit. 'We need to loosen you up, baby, your pussy isn't used to anything this big."

"By the time he pulled his dick from his thong I was wet, and he had some precum, so when he pulled my panties aside he was able to slide his tip right in. I thought I was going to orgasm right there, but the music stopped and the lights came up and we walked back to our table. Curtis smiled, 'You're starting to live up to your panties!' I said nothing, but I couldn't help but smile back."

"LaTesha was speaking on the P.A. 'This seminar is off to a very promising start. Now it's time to increase the intensity of instruction. Would all couples who slow danced please step forward to the stage. I remind you once again that for the seminar to succeed, complete honesty is required.'"

"There were about 80 of us girls altogether, and a few started coming forward with their instructors. I proudly took Curtis' hand and I couldn't help wiggling my ass as we walked to the stage. There were about 40 of us."

"LaTesha said 'let's give these girls a big hand.' The older ladies were now in the hall, and we got a very nice round of applause."

"The lights dimmed and LaTesha walked from couple to couple. When she got to me, she smiled and whispered 'I'm looking for the wettest panties.' She picked 8 of us."

"We stepped forward. LaTesha was back on the P.A., and she said, 'Put your hands together for these girls. They're proof that our company doesn't discriminate! Now we're ready to put our money where our mouth is!' The women in the audience cheered."

"By this time all eight couples, fueled by the alcohol, skimpy clothes, and cheering, were heavily making out. Curtis's tongue was in my hot mouth and the tip of his dick was back in my pussy. We both smiled as I relaxed between bumps and let him slide farther in."

"We were interrupted when LaTesha told the audience, 'Now we're going to separate the mommies from the girls. Are any of you ovulating?'"

"She was looking straight at me, and I just couldn't lie. I raised my hand and said happily, 'I am!'"

"LaTesha smiled and said, 'Then it's time for you to take the ultimate test. We need some black babies in our day care nursery if we want to remain government certified. It's up to you and Curtis to lead the way.' She whispered to me, 'Your husband became a cuckold the first time you let Curtis put his dick in your pussy! He doesn't matter anymore! Now do what comes naturally, girl!'"

"Since I had already cuckolded you I just couldn't let the company down, and the audience was chanting 'You go girl, You go girl.' There was a bed on the stage, and Curtis took off his thong and reclined on it. His sexy dick was standing straight up."

"The audience became excited as the staff unfurled a poster behind the bed. It had three illustrations. Left to right, first a blond who looked like me, standing in her panties. Then a plus sign, and the second picture, a black stud like Curtis, with his gorgeous dick sticking straight out. Then an equals sign, and the blond again, still in panties but about seven months pregnant, with a satisfied smile on her face!"

"LaTesha smiled and the crowd roared as I mounted Curtis. Even though my pussy was wet and ready for him, his dick was so thick that it still took quite a while to get all the way in. That seemed to excite the crowd even more, and they roared their approval when I finally began humping."

"Curtis touched me places I've never been touched, and I had several orgasms. I was moving my pussy up and down on his cock, all the way in and then nearly out, and his dick slipped out as he started cumming. The only thing in the world that I cared about at that moment was to get all of his sperm in me, so I quickly remounted. Finally it was over and I rolled over, smiled at the audience, and spread my legs so they could see my cum-filled pussy. They rose and gave me a standing ovation!"

"LaTesha was on the P.A. 'Isn't this exciting? I remind everyone that this is a private, professional seminar, and what goes on in this room stays in this room! Now who's next?'"

"Staff led me to a private room so I could rest. and I could hear the crowd as they cheered-on the next couple. LaTesha came in and handed me my cell and giggled, 'Time to let hubby know that he's been made a cuck,' and that's when I called you. LaTesha had stripped to her own black- cocks-only panties and I could see that she was getting wet. She smiled at me and purred, 'The most rewarding part of my job is when a wife tells her husband that she has made him a cuckold! And yes, I wear black-cocks-only panties every day. From now on, you will too!' I knew she was right, and I smiled back."

"Then LaTesha said, 'We do have a little unfinished business, though. Curtis felt bad that some of his cum didn't make it to your pussy, and he would like to make sure that he finishes the job! Men are so insecure, you know."

"I told her that I understood, and I would never want to hurt Curtis's feelings. I told her to send him in!"

"LaTesha gave me an extra pillow to put under my ass and gave me a wink. 'We want to give his little warriors all the help we can.' We both laughed, then Curtis came in."

"We made love missionary style. I had several more orgasms and when Curtis started cumming it seemed that he would never stop! He filled me to overflowing."

"When he left and LaTesha came back she asked if I had orgasmed when Curtis came. I told her I did, and she smiled and said, 'You have done well. Now just lay back for a few hours and let Curtis's cum go where it's supposed to go!'"

"I was spent so I gladly stayed on my back until I nodded off."

"LaTesha awoke me at eight, and after I showered and dressed Curtis personally drove me home. Wasn't that considerate of him?"

By this time Pam's story had made me rock hard and I asked her if she wanted to hop in bed. "It has been a week, Pam."

Pam shook her head. "I'm sorry, sweetie, but I can't go to bed with you until I find out if I'm pregnant. It's considered rude for a husband to fuck his cuckold-pregnant wife, you know. And if I do have a baby, I need to make sure that it's Curtis's. You understand, don't you dear?"

She continued, "I'll know soon enough if I'm pregnant. Until then, Latesha gave me something to tide you over."

She pulled a bottle of premarin pills from her purse. "You're lucky, honey, usually you have to be diagnosed as a transsexual to get these! LaTesha said they will keep you from getting frustrated! Here, I'll get you a glass of water and you can start your therapy!"

As I swallowed the first pills she laughed, "You're hooked now!"

Weeks went by and Pam said she still wasn't sure if she was pregnant. The company gave her a promotion and she was taking classes every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evening, and many weekends, to learn to be a compliance officer herself. I dutifully took my premarin dosage and maybe a little more, and my supply was running low. LaTesha was right, the pills did work, and I was becoming less and less frustrated.

Then after five months Pam came into the spare bedroom where I sleep now and purred, "Sweetie, you haven't seen me naked for ages! I have some surprises for you!"

She opened her robe to expose a sexily round and very pregnant belly. I must admit it was a turn-on and I began to message my puffy nipples.

"Oh, Sweetie, I'm so glad you like it!" she said. "Look closer and you'll see another surprise."

At first glance, I had thought that she had on a white pair of black-cocks-only panties with black lettering, but as I looked closer I could see that she didn't have on any panties at all! The words "black cocks only" had been permanently tattooed, as had the arrow pointing to her shaved pussy.

She smiled, "It's fashionable in my crowd to go without panties, so I got tattooed. Don't you think it's sexy?"

"Any questions, sweetie?"

I had only one. "Pam, my premarin is about used up. Can LaTesha get me some more?"

"Of course, sweetie. As much as you like for as long as you like. I'm so thrilled that you asked...."

last session optional need a few bbs 42 under 35

now lay back and let his sperm do their work

drowsy, so I layed on my back and nodded off

continuing program

tattooed

  

  

  

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