As those of you who have read my original story will know my wife Paula enjoyed a threesome with two of my black team-mates Jerome and Marcus. As a result of that night, Paula became pregnant and nine months later gave birth to a black baby boy she named Jackson. She did not find out which of them was the father of the child.
Paula and I separated - she remained in London with her new son and her black lovers. I returned back to the North-East of England as I couldn't face the shame of explaining how my wife had a black baby.
Paula and I did however remain on amicable terms and she invited me down to see her a couple of weeks before Christmas. I was a bit reluctant to go at first but after some persuasion from Paula, I agreed to go down to London to see her.
I stayed at Paula's but in the spare bedroom as she made it clear her bed was now for 'Black Men' only. On my first night, there was a knock at the door and Paula answered it and let in a Black guy in his late thirties who introduced himself as Leroy. He obviously knew Paula and had come around to tell her that he had organised a 'party' for Saturday night and would Paula like to come. She readily agreed and told Leroy she would get a babysitter for Jackson and would be there by 8.00 pm.
After Leroy had left I asked Paula about the party. She explained that Jerome's football career had really taken off and he had recently been transferred to a team in the English Football League. As a result, he started getting invited to all the big parties in London, many of which are organised by Leroy. Jerome had taken Paula with her to one of the parties and as she had been quite a hit with the guys there she was now regularly invited herself.
I asked Paula about these parties and she smiled saying 'You will see for yourself tomorrow night as you are coming with me'.
I was looking forward to the party with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. I sensed that this might not be a party with just loads of drinking and talking about the day's football games. That view was strengthened when I saw Paula's outfit for the evening. To say it left little to the imagination was a massive understatement. She had no bra or knickers on, a dress that barely covered her modesty, and her breasts were literally falling out of her dress.
I had almost forgotten how sexy Paula was but I knew this outfit was not for my benefit.
Paula dropped Jackson off at the babysitter and we headed off to the party. To my surprise the party was at a huge mansion-like property on the outskirts of the city - the type of house you would associate with a Premier League footballer. We were met at the door by Leroy the party organiser and shown through to the main living room which was much bigger than any I had been in before.
There were already thirty to forty people there when we arrived and it was clearly evident that the vast majority of the men there were black men in their twenties and that the girls were mainly white and drop-dead gorgeous. I soon recognised both Jerome and Marcus and assured them I had no bad feelings towards them for shagging and impregnating my wife.
Whilst I was talking to Jerome and Marcus and catching up on their football careers the party was really getting into full swing and couples - usually a black man and a white girl - could be seen leaving the main living room and heading upstairs towards the bedrooms. I recognised some of the guys as Footballers playing in the English lower divisions.