This is part 2 ...the continuation of Housewife meets BBC . here is the description of the custom order... check out the video! So it’s been a few weeks after you first encountered Dayvonne, and you have been fucking him every day he’s been over. (Not a lot of home construction has been going on, I’m sure you can imagine.) But now, things are about to catch up with you. The custom starts with you telling Stephen you just got back from the grocery store. Stephen has to run a few errands so he’ll be away much of the afternoon. You try to put on your usual cheerful persona, but something is troubling you. And as Stephen leaves, you reach into one of your bags and pull out a pregnancy test. The custom then cuts to you, sitting in the living room. Your face is roiling with conflicting feelings. You’re staring at the pregnancy test in your hands. You just found out you’re pregnant. And you’re certain you know it’s not mine. You felt a change your first time with Dayvonne, and you now know that was the moment he knocked you up. You knew and you kept doing it, not caring at all until this moment. And now the truth is staring you in the face. You’re pregnant by a BBC, and your dark secret will soon be the world’s to know in only a matter of months. You have to talk to someone, so you call your best and closest friend Lucy. After a moment, you confess to her the situation. And you’re initially panicked: what are people going to say? What are you going to do? Lucy is mortified at first. She can’t believe that you—the quiet, shy, seemingly perfect housewife—would do something like that. She asked if you used protection and you say it was never an option, that you had never even considered it. She asks if Stephen knows, and you say no, that you have no idea how to break the news to him. She then asks if the father knows, and you say no, you’re not sure how to tell him either. You ask Lucy what she thinks you should do, but you tell her no matter what, you’re not getting rid of it. And what’s the alternative? Carrying the baby to term—and giving birth? Everyone’s going to know. It’s going to be obvious. But as you talk, Lucy is surprised that you did this because she didn’t think someone like Dayvonne would be your type. And then you start gushing about how handsome he is, how chiseled and muscular, how the contrast of his skin on yours just takes your breath away and sent you over the edge time and again. You start talking about his huge bull’s cock, and how the first time you fucked him, you knew deep down you had gotten pregnant, and how you had wanted it, needed it, craved it. And the more you talk it out, the more excited and aroused you are at the thought. You tell her about how your sex drive has gotten out of control since your first encounter with Dayvonne, and that you can’t stop thinking about BBC. You start getting more and more into it, talking about how he made you feel like a woman for the first time since you got married to Stephen. And it’s Stephen’s fault this happened, so he’s getting exactly what he deserves. You even start entertaining the idea of baby names. So you start asking Lucy what she thinks the best way to break the news to Stephen would be. Should you just come right out and say it? Should you leave the pregnancy test out and let him find it? Should you let him think it’s his all the way up to the day of delivery? Or should you let him find out when he walks in on you getting railed by Dayvonne and decide that’s the moment to tell them both? So many options, each one better than the last. You say that you’ll know when the time is right, and you hang up the phone. And it ends with you smiling blissfully, because your life has changed permanently now and you are excited to break the news, one way or the other.