Paige had jumped right back into the swing of the resort. In the three weeks it was almost as if she was a new entertainer again. Her unfamiliar face combined with her filled in shoulder tattoo made her a popular woman. She was happy, content, and a popular woman.

"OK," Kyle said, "I think I know what it is. Six months? Or a year?"

Paige was visibly hesitant, squirming in her seat beside him on the couch. She took a long drink of wine, took a deep breath, and looked him. "OK, here it is. The answer is probably closer to less than a year, more than 9 months." Kyle was shocked, as she continued.

"The member I have been with for the past five days was Xumo. He is the President of Owanda. He is the man who got Club Indulgence started. And he has more privileges than anyone here. He likes to try out every wife here that he can, and for certain everyone returning if he hasn't before--so it was my turn.

"Xumo has a relative with him, Julian, who is his African-born English-educated advisor, and a relative somehow or the other. That also meant he had another entertainer in the bungalow the first night, and it added a lot of variety to the fucking. We'd switch partners, when they would get tired they enjoyed watching she and I kiss and feel each other up.

"They were great at doubling up on me too. A great experience, dark skinned, well hung black men who knew how to fuck a white woman.

"The girl who was with me, Rebecca, is in her early 30's, a very sweet girl. She and her husband have been here three months."

"OK?" Kyle interjected.

"Xumo wanted Rebecca from the start, and after dinner last night he asked her to join the breeding program. Xumo really gets off on putting a black baby in the belly of a white wife. The whole program that was laid out to us last year was his idea.

"Becca brushed him off the first few times, and then he tried to reason with her, making all kinds of offers."

"And did she agree?"

"No," Paige said. "Instead she eventually broke down into near hysterics. She was in such bad shape that it spoiled the mood, and Xumo and Julian suggested I take her to the infirmary so they could get her calmed down. I called the office like I am supposed to do and met Amy and Mollie heading to the bungalow to take our place."

Of all the women at CI, Amy was the one entertainer Paige liked least. It was a total clash of personalities and attitudes, although both tried to not let it show, it was obvious to Kyle whenever Amy was around. They were both about the same age, build, and attracted many of the same men. No love lost there--and rivals in every sense of the word.

"When we got to the infirmary Becca begged me to stay with her, and while we waited on the doctor, Becca explained what was wrong. She and her husband have tried and have not been able to conceive. They've been tested and neither one of them can conceive, so most methods are not possible. They had exhausted all of their cash and savings trying, and they saw coming here as a way to get enough money to keep trying or adopt, and to pay off some debts they had incurred from fertility specialists. Their income didn't qualify them to be able to adopt."

"Was she into black men before she got here?" Kyle asked.

"Not really," Paige said. "She and her husband were not doing anything like swinging or hotwifing--but a friend of a friend introduced her to a recruiter and he saw their vulnerability and took advantage of it.

"Her recruiter took her black cherry within 10 days, got her turned on to it, and set it up for them to come here." Paige laughed, "She may not have been into black men then, she certainly is now-except she's dwelling on being barren. Xumo had no way of knowing her history, and it triggered her falling off the deep end."

"OK," Kyle said, not knowing exactly where this conversation was going.

"So I go back to the bungalow as assigned and everyone has just finished a round of fucking. Everyone is naked, and Amy and Mollie are listening to Xumo pitch to them about his breeding them."

"And?"

"You know how I can't stand Amy."

"Yes, that's plain."

"And I couldn't stand how Amy was leading Xumo around, acting interested, teasing, and Mollie helping her..."

"I assume this has something to do with what you wanted to talk about?"

Paige finished her glass of wine, poured another, and again took a long deep breath and paused. "Whew, this is tougher than I thought it would be," she said. "You remember our talking about the breeder program before, how we agreed that were I younger I would have done it?"

Kyle tried to tie it together. Rebecca unable to have kids, Amy suggesting to Xumo that she might... "You didn't?" Kyle said, his pulse racing.

Paige said nothing, only unbuttoned her uniform until her breast was exposed and slid it off her shoulder, the shoulder with the orchid tattoo. There inside that tattoo was a new one, a black B near the center. Kyle extended his hand and rubbed it.

"Breeder." Kyle said under his breath. He extended his hand and rubbed it.

"It's real," Paige said, "but let me explain."

"I think you should," Kyle said, his words clipped and hardly concealing his shock and anger. Paige nervously pulled her dress up to recover herself.

"I was half-joking, trying to piss Amy off since she was playing with Xumo about the idea, so I butted in and started asking particulars. And Kyle, the more he talked about it, the more it made sense, and truthfully the more I wanted to do it."

"But..."  Kyle interrupted.

"But this," Paige said, "Please hear me out. You know how I feel about a black baby, how beautiful I think they are, about how we talked about it when we were here before?"

"Yes but we agreed..."

"No, you agreed. I've not stopped thinking about it," Paige admitted. "I've not told you but most of the time I've fucked a black man I wondered what it would be like if he was impregnating me. I didn't tell you because I thought it might bother you. The truth is since it was laid out to me last year, I have wanted that B on my shoulder, I want to bear a black baby. No, that's not right. Every time I have ever fucked a black man I had this brief glimpse of myself with a dark black baby, walking around in public with him, maybe even with the black man beside me, and everyone in sight knowing I was getting black dick. I don't know if other women think that way-I know I have."

Kyle could see this was going nowhere, but he kept on. "But the responsibility, and your age and..."

Paige stopped him. "Dammit, listen I said," she ordered and Kyle stopped. "I have thought this through, and here's how it is going to work. I talked to the doctor when I was with Becca and he says all the fertility drugs that are so expensive at home are free here, and while they could not help Becca's condition, they would help me. He examined me and sees no reason why I couldn't carry a normal baby to term."

Kyle started to say something but he knew how Paige was when she was like this, totally caught up in the excitement of the moment. He knew this was an impulsive choice on her part, but it was also one with long term ramifications. He imagined himself at 65 going to school events. He couldn't see it.

"And as for the responsibility, I have that worked out too."

"What do you mean?"  Kyle asked.

"I'm not going to keep the baby. I am going to let Becca and her husband adopt it."

"I'm not sure that is not crazier than you getting pregnant," Kyle shot back.

"Now you are the one not thinking, which is what I have asked you to do," Paige said. "In a manner of speaking I would be bearing a child, not raising one. I'm loaning my womb to a couple to whom it would change their lives. I'd be a surrogate."

"Not to mention having a black man's child--who is going to enjoy getting a white wife pregnant with a black baby," Kyle reasoned.

"When we talked about it before you thought it was hot when you finally admitted it."

"It is hot," Kyle admitted, "And truthfully I would always notice when I saw an entertainer here with a breeder B and the thought was erotic."

"Now you have your own entertainer with a breeder 'B'," Paige smiled, more comfortable with having gotten it out. "I am going to go off birth control, I'm going to take fertility treatments, and I am going to fuck black men bareback and take their cum inside me. And I am going to do it until I get pregnant with a black baby unless it becomes clear that medically it is impossible.

"I'm going to enjoy those months, because I love being pregnant. And I am going to stay here until I deliver. If you want to go back home I understand, as we only planned for three weeks," Paige paused to catch her breath again.

"And 'Becca will be with me in the delivery room, and we will keep the baby together for the first three weeks, so I can breast feed initially, and then I will leave her with what I consider the ultimate gifts someone could give someone--especially someone who cannot have a baby."

"And the legal side of such a thing?"  Kyle asked.

"This could never happen in the states, but we're doing this under the pet program of the President of the Owandan government. It is a slam-dunk. Xumo has already started the adoption paperwork."

Kyle's anger had faded but his reasoning had not. "You think you have it all figured out," he said.

"I do, indeed, my love," Paige smiling, pulling her body closer to him. "I have reasoned this through for the last couple of days. This is not an impulse. This is something I want to do, and in the end everyone is a winner"--she paused--"well not everyone I guess."

"And I win what? "

"You win having your own entertainer with a breeder designation--something few white men here will ever enjoy. You win knowing that by not objecting and pitching a fit about this that I will love you even more for allowing this to happen," Paige said. "This is a gift you are not only giving me, but you are giving it to another couple who otherwise will not enjoy parenthood as we have."

The silence hung for long minutes with neither of them speaking. Kyle spoke first. "This is not a joke? You're not going to go into the bathroom and rub it off?" 

"No."

"And it is something you want to do? "

"I've told you that. You know it is." Paige said.

"Why didn't you tell me before you got the tat?"  Kyle asked.

"OK, that was impulsive, I admit. Xumo and Julian were both encouraging me to go ahead and get the tat, but I also wanted to demonstrate to you how serious I am about this," Paige said. "And I wanted to get it before Xumo left, and as quickly as possible to help Becca's anxiety."

Kyle said nothing else, and Paige did give him a final out. "I do have 24 hours to terminate the agreement after I've signed it."

"You have signed the agreement?"

"I did."

"And that expires when?"

Paige looked at the clock. "In 45 minutes."

***

 

"Not much time. And you are sure you want this?"  Kyle asked again.

"I am sure as anything I have ever done." Again there was a long pause. "Kyle?" He looked up. "I want you on board with this. I'm leaving here in 30 minutes. I will either go to the office and tear up the agreement and we won't mention it again, or I am going to a small party where Xumo is waiting. A black man's breeding party."

"Where am I in all this?" Kyle asked. "I mean..."

"You don't fuck me unprotected again until I am pregnant. If you want to fuck me bareback right now, it has to be the last time until..." Kyle looked confused. "The birth control they use here is totally different from what they use in the States. I guess the short version is they can start injections and have a woman ovulating within 36 hours. They give a final injection at the end of 36 that negates all the preventatives."

"And you..."

"I started taking the injections 35 hours ago. I have an appointment to take the final injection when I leave here," Paige said.

"You have this all figured out, don't you?" Kyle said, for the first time a half-smile on his face.

"I should, I've been married to you long enough that I have a good read on you, my husband."

And what do you think I am going to say?"

"I think you are going to throw me down on that bed over there in just a second and fuck me silly--and you are going to enjoy cumming inside my pussy, knowing that the next time you cum inside me I will be bearing a black man's baby,"  Paige whispered, leaning toward him, touching. "You want to throw me on the bed and fuck me now, to be fucking me when the time expires on backing out? Fucking me when the time runs out is better than your saying yes," she breathed, her mouth close to his ear.

Paige didn't let up, "Do you want me to leave here when we finish fucking, take the injection, and start trying to get pregnant with a black man's baby tonight?"  She asked, "I want to. I really want to."

Kyle didn't answer, and for a second the shock went through Paige that she had totally misread her husband. Kyle stood, extended his hand to her and helped pull her up. She stood there waiting to see what direction he would send her and he looked her in the eye and with his right hand on the small of her back nudged her toward the bed.

"What could be more slutty than that?" Kyle said. "Come here whore."

Kyle tore her dress off of her, tossing her on the bed and dropping his clothes quickly, climbing on the bed and between her open legs, nudging his cock into her hot soaked pussy. "Yeah, that's it," Paige said. There was urgency when they kissed, a hunger they both needed satiated. What was coming next was so totally alien to their lives, their sensibilities, and even their morals, but they were going to take that step--and now, as their naked intertwined bodies sought to merge into one, they clung to each other. The excitement and taboo of what they were doing overwhelming their passion.

Paige came quickly, quicker than Kyle, and urged him on as Kyle tried to extend his fucking, making the moment last as long as possible. "Kyle, my love, tell me you want me pregnant with a black baby--you know I want it. Do you want it? Do you want a black baby in my belly?"

"Yes," Kyle panted, gasping in long breaths, "I want you pregnant with a black baby," Kyle started cumming as he uttered it, collapsing almost before he spilt his cum into his wife. He lay there with his eyes closed as he heard Paige in the shower again.

"The deadline to cancel the contract expired five minutes ago," he heard Paige say.