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[ Dedicated to my very good friends A & T, and to anyone else who finds the idea of being a cuckold exciting, or already knows it is by experience! ]
I find myself frequently remembering the sights, sounds, aromas, and above all, the special thrill I experienced in Kenya as I watched my wife, Mara, fucking Omar...our contact from Zambia, who was living and working at the time in the city of Nairobi, where Mara and I stayed.
I'll be at work, for example, and though I have many things that need to be attended to, a sudden image will flash across my mind of Mara and Omar, locked in a passionate embrace as I witness this most deeply primal of all activities that any two human beings can engage in!
Perhaps the image is of Omar's strong, manly hands exploring my wife's full and lovely breasts; or perhaps it will be a look I see on Mara's face telling of her eagerness to fuck this handsome African man; or it might be the sight of her small, pale and slender fingers wrapped around his truly enormous cock shaft (of which mine was of such smaller dimensions); and then sometimes it's the sight of Mara holding Omar's huge cock in one hand, while with the other she's cupping his equally enormous balls; hefting them, feeling their weight and bulk, and knowing that in them resided the seed she and I both wish to lodge deep inside of her womb, and fertilize at least one of her numerous eggs. Whatever the memory, what always follows is a stiffening of my penis (and after meeting Omar in the flesh, and having seen him fucking Mara with such masterful dominance, I can no longer use the term 'cock' to describe myself as having; so the word 'penis' seems the most fitting and most appropriate one to use).
But don't think that in adopting the word 'penis', instead of 'cock' to describe myself as having, that I do so out of some sort of feeling of resentment. I do not feel resentful. Over the nearly two weeks of daily visits to our hotel room in Nairobi that Omar made, there was no way that I could deny that Omar was, by far, the undisputed superior one when it came to sex! It would have an act of self-delusion to claim otherwise!
During our last days in Kenya, I had the strongest conviction that Mara was already carrying Omar's baby. I can't explain it, other than there was this sense, this premonition, if you will, that the task that Mara and I had set out to accomplish...had been achieved!
After we had flown back home, I was constantly thinking about Omar, and Mara, and the incredible amount of sex the two of them had known together! I'd wake up in the middle of the night thinking about that! Throughout the day (even when I was at work), I suddenly get an erection thinking about Mara and Omar! I'd go to the restroom, and after closing the stall door, I'd hurriedly get my stiff penis out and masturbate with an intense ferocity! The need to at least temporarily satisfy my sexual excitement at these memories imparted a level of sexual release I'd never known before.
Then, when Mara one day showed me the pregnancy test she'd taken, and that it showed a positive result, I felt an even more intense sense of sexual excitement; that Mara was carrying within her womb, the baby that she and Omar, together, had created! I got an erection as she and I looked at the test results; and I was exceedingly thrilled; for her, first of all; for Omar as well; and for me, too! Even though I wasn't the biological father of the baby Mara was carrying, that made no difference to me! None at all. The health, the well fair, and the happiness of this c***d was the number one important consideration.
I love my wife. I love her very much. But we decided early on that we wanted to do something significant in fighting against racism; which had provoked the two of for a long time. On the news there was hardly a day that went by without some sad and tragic thing happening to someone of color (and especially to blacks). It had been Mara who had turned to me one day, while we were watching television, and said that if we ever had c***dren, that wanted to be the mother of a black man's baby, instead of passing on to the future yet more white babies; and I was struck by her sincerity about this.
Mara, I already knew from the porn we frequently watched together, was drawn to black men with big cocks; and she had a particular preference for African men!
So, as I said at the beginning---these numerous memories from our time in Nairobi, will linger with me for the rest of my life; and every time I see Mara with she and Omar's baby, I recall all of that with vivid detail; and I will have other African bred c***dren to focus my efforts and attention on as the years go by, because one was never going to be enough!
The End
I find myself frequently remembering the sights, sounds, aromas, and above all, the special thrill I experienced in Kenya as I watched my wife, Mara, fucking Omar...our contact from Zambia, who was living and working at the time in the city of Nairobi, where Mara and I stayed.
I'll be at work, for example, and though I have many things that need to be attended to, a sudden image will flash across my mind of Mara and Omar, locked in a passionate embrace as I witness this most deeply primal of all activities that any two human beings can engage in!
Perhaps the image is of Omar's strong, manly hands exploring my wife's full and lovely breasts; or perhaps it will be a look I see on Mara's face telling of her eagerness to fuck this handsome African man; or it might be the sight of her small, pale and slender fingers wrapped around his truly enormous cock shaft (of which mine was of such smaller dimensions); and then sometimes it's the sight of Mara holding Omar's huge cock in one hand, while with the other she's cupping his equally enormous balls; hefting them, feeling their weight and bulk, and knowing that in them resided the seed she and I both wish to lodge deep inside of her womb, and fertilize at least one of her numerous eggs. Whatever the memory, what always follows is a stiffening of my penis (and after meeting Omar in the flesh, and having seen him fucking Mara with such masterful dominance, I can no longer use the term 'cock' to describe myself as having; so the word 'penis' seems the most fitting and most appropriate one to use).
But don't think that in adopting the word 'penis', instead of 'cock' to describe myself as having, that I do so out of some sort of feeling of resentment. I do not feel resentful. Over the nearly two weeks of daily visits to our hotel room in Nairobi that Omar made, there was no way that I could deny that Omar was, by far, the undisputed superior one when it came to sex! It would have an act of self-delusion to claim otherwise!
During our last days in Kenya, I had the strongest conviction that Mara was already carrying Omar's baby. I can't explain it, other than there was this sense, this premonition, if you will, that the task that Mara and I had set out to accomplish...had been achieved!
After we had flown back home, I was constantly thinking about Omar, and Mara, and the incredible amount of sex the two of them had known together! I'd wake up in the middle of the night thinking about that! Throughout the day (even when I was at work), I suddenly get an erection thinking about Mara and Omar! I'd go to the restroom, and after closing the stall door, I'd hurriedly get my stiff penis out and masturbate with an intense ferocity! The need to at least temporarily satisfy my sexual excitement at these memories imparted a level of sexual release I'd never known before.
Then, when Mara one day showed me the pregnancy test she'd taken, and that it showed a positive result, I felt an even more intense sense of sexual excitement; that Mara was carrying within her womb, the baby that she and Omar, together, had created! I got an erection as she and I looked at the test results; and I was exceedingly thrilled; for her, first of all; for Omar as well; and for me, too! Even though I wasn't the biological father of the baby Mara was carrying, that made no difference to me! None at all. The health, the well fair, and the happiness of this c***d was the number one important consideration.
I love my wife. I love her very much. But we decided early on that we wanted to do something significant in fighting against racism; which had provoked the two of for a long time. On the news there was hardly a day that went by without some sad and tragic thing happening to someone of color (and especially to blacks). It had been Mara who had turned to me one day, while we were watching television, and said that if we ever had c***dren, that wanted to be the mother of a black man's baby, instead of passing on to the future yet more white babies; and I was struck by her sincerity about this.
Mara, I already knew from the porn we frequently watched together, was drawn to black men with big cocks; and she had a particular preference for African men!
So, as I said at the beginning---these numerous memories from our time in Nairobi, will linger with me for the rest of my life; and every time I see Mara with she and Omar's baby, I recall all of that with vivid detail; and I will have other African bred c***dren to focus my efforts and attention on as the years go by, because one was never going to be enough!
The End
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