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I remember so clearly what it was like as I quietly stood there watching Mara and Omar fucking. It will remain with me as the most incredible, the most intense, the most exciting, and exhilarating, experience of my life!
All I felt was that simmering feeling of sexual excitement as Omar and Mara undressed in front of me; and when I caught my first sight of his massive, and beautifully black African cock, swinging heavily, from side to side, and bobbing up and down...my own (but considerably smaller white) cock tingled at the sight of it; and my heart beat throbbed on either side of my neck and in my chest as my wife reached out for the first time and grasped it in her hand.
There was no going back at that point. What we had begun four months earlier on-line, through dozens and dozens of evening e-mails between Mara and I and Omar, was now becoming a reality, and it brought with it a much greater degree of excitement than I had ever imagined was possible; and yet it did.
Once Mara and I had decided that Omar was the one for us, I voluntarily stopped having sexual intercourse with her. I did that in order to make absolutely sure that when Omar finally had the chance to fuck Mara, that her pussy would be as 'virgin' as possible. She fully agreed with me about that. So, rather than having intercourse, I continued to masturbate, and look at porn---just as I'd always tended to do, even before she and were married. Of course, we remained physically affectionate. But we didn't...fuck any more; and believe it or not, I was perfectly fine with this situation!
I didn't marry Mara in order to have c***dren, as most men do when marrying, and she was in full accord with that. So, masturbating was never an issue between her and I. Besides, I generally did my masturbation in private, in the late evening hours after Mara had gone to sleep. This was also the times that I had chatted with Omar the most. Our timezone was the same, even though he was in Kenya (temporarily), and I was further north in Europe. I shared with him pictures of Mara that I'd taken of her so that he would have some idea of what he might be getting to enjoy, should our plans to go there and meet him work out.
Omar loved the pictures! He kept saying that Mara was "the most beautiful woman" he had ever laid eyes; and that she was like a heavenly vision; an "angel", and he could hardly believe that I was actually willing for him to impregnate her. He was curious as to why I wasn't inclined to pass my genes on. As a Zambian male, being a father was the most important thing for a man. His culture, and his religion saw this as imperative; and so he was so intrigued that I didn't see things that way.
In our many chats late at night, I learned that Omar had two wives, and that he had nine offspring between them. Multiple wives was something I'd heard of, of course. But I'd never known anyone who had such an arrangement, and I was naturally fascinated by this.
Omar shared many pictures of his c***dren (and a few of his two wives). They seemed happy, clean, well-fed. He was an excellent father and husband. I told him this, and he seemed very pleased to hear that. I asked him how his two wives would react if they knew he was planning on impregnating another woman other than one of them; and he replied that they would be upset; but, that they would never be upset because they would never know anything about it!
He also mentioned being lonely there in Kenya as a temporary day laborer, but that he had never sought out the company of prostitutes. That, he said, was something he would never do. But, to have sex with Mara? That, he said, was very different! Making another baby was something sacred, and good, and right. From a religious perspective he believed that making a baby with Mara was, ultimately, a good thing, not a bad thing. With a prostitute, he said, they always washed out the man's sperm; and that, he said, was most definitely not the right thing to do. Sperm, for Omar, was like an investment, like it is when you plant a seed in the soil and have a crop that will sustain you in later years. It was the same, to his way of thinking, with his sperm. It should "go for something", he said, something that would grow and develop into a contributing human being. This was what motivated him to meet with Mara and I in Kenya---to "plant my seed", as he said, "into Mara's fertile soil; into her fertile WOMB!" He had emphasized the word 'womb' especially. It was clear that Omar viewed my wife's womb like a field for crops, for life sustaining crops...in other words, a human offspring! I found his thoughts on this all the more compelling, and exciting as I thought about it like that.
So, I want to try and describe how I felt as Omar and Mara worked very, very hard, those two weeks we were there in Kenya.
It's not easy to find words to describe my emotions. But I will try. I felt nervous. That's the first thing I can say I felt. But I also felt this incredible feeling of exhilaration, too. If you've ever stood at the end of a high diving board, looking down at the water beneath you, there is this momentary hesitation, this feeling of...of uncertainty, and even reluctance, tat gives you that feeling known as 'butterflies.' But you finally jump; you take the plunge, so to speak, anyway. That's how I felt.
It surprised me at how easily Mara adapted to Omar's company! Once again, seeing the two of them together in front of me in the hotel room, smiling, chatting excitedly, a little nervously, even hesitantly (for a moment, or so, but no longer); it was undeniable that my wife, of only two years at that point, was about to "have sex" with this older African man from Zambia, who had two wives, and nine off-spring...but was about to leave his seed inside of my wife's womb in order to get her pregnant. It's still difficult to find just the right word, or words, to illuminate how I felt.
Even though I was feeling so many different emotions, the over-riding one was 'erotic.' In fact, though I wasn't going to be sexually involved with Mara during our time in Kenya (while Omar did), I couldn't help but have an erection throughout most of the time Omar and Mara were together. The strong sexual reaction I felt was...exhilarating, for lack of any better term. I'd originally said that I was not going to do anything more than quietly watch, and take photographs, as Mara and Omar fucked, but as I found myself there with them, the urge to, to at least masturbate became so imperious, so powerful, that I was unable to deny myself.
I was cognizant that my presence could be a disturbance for both Mara, and Omar, but more than likely for Omar, and so I did try to remain as silent, and nearly invisible and unobtrusive as possible---and yet, that was not entirely successful, and especially on that very first time Omar and Mara fucked. So, after taking a number of photos of them, I quietly made my way to the bathroom, where, with the door left open, I could hear, but not see, as Omar and Mara began having sex with considerable enthusiasm and passion.
I'm not sure how long I remained in there. Maybe half an hour, or a little longer. I found that not being able to see my wife and Omar, but hearing them, was extremely powerful and erotically provocative for me; and, eventually, the erotic provocation became so intense, that I finally decided I needed to masturbate or go crazy with frustration!
So, I quietly unzipped my slacks, and getting my erection out through the opening, I watched myself in the mirror in front of me as I began stroking my throbbing cock. It felt so incredibly good to do that. The emotional chemistry between Mara, Omar, and myself, was exhilarating; and it didn't take long before I knew I had to ejaculate. As I did, I tried not to make a sound, but that was hard to refrain from; so I just went ahead and blasted my long-pent-up load of sperm into the sink---and it surprised me at how much sperm I had, as well as at the force with which I ejaculated; shooting much further than I typically did back home in the evenings! But, above everything, the pleasure of the release, itself, was many times more powerful, and more satisfying than it had been at home...and being fully aware that at that very moment Omar was likely ejaculating HIS seed into my wife's pussy, rather than me, is the single thing that drove that incredible outburst of pleasure!
After I'd ejaculated, I could hear Omar and Mara going at it without let up. I stood leaning over the sink, with my cock sagging and shrinking after I'd come, and I looked at my own sperm laying there, splattered over the curving surface of the sink; and rather than feeling sad, or regretful, or jealous of being 'left out', I felt that wonderful afterglow I enjoyed after jacking off. Besides, I'd already decided that my sperm was never going end up in Mara in order to make a baby. We had both agreed on that. So, seeing my sperm slowly running down into the open drain, seemed perfectly suitable and right. I even wiped up what was left with toilet paper and flushed it down the toilet!
Even now, as Mara and I wait for the birth of Omar's baby (in a matter of weeks), I am a happy man; a happy husband; a happy and contented cuckold-husband, and soon-to-be-parent of another man's offspring. I am in exactly the right place, and I intend to stay there and full that special purpose only a cuckold can do.
The End
I remember so clearly what it was like as I quietly stood there watching Mara and Omar fucking. It will remain with me as the most incredible, the most intense, the most exciting, and exhilarating, experience of my life!
All I felt was that simmering feeling of sexual excitement as Omar and Mara undressed in front of me; and when I caught my first sight of his massive, and beautifully black African cock, swinging heavily, from side to side, and bobbing up and down...my own (but considerably smaller white) cock tingled at the sight of it; and my heart beat throbbed on either side of my neck and in my chest as my wife reached out for the first time and grasped it in her hand.
There was no going back at that point. What we had begun four months earlier on-line, through dozens and dozens of evening e-mails between Mara and I and Omar, was now becoming a reality, and it brought with it a much greater degree of excitement than I had ever imagined was possible; and yet it did.
Once Mara and I had decided that Omar was the one for us, I voluntarily stopped having sexual intercourse with her. I did that in order to make absolutely sure that when Omar finally had the chance to fuck Mara, that her pussy would be as 'virgin' as possible. She fully agreed with me about that. So, rather than having intercourse, I continued to masturbate, and look at porn---just as I'd always tended to do, even before she and were married. Of course, we remained physically affectionate. But we didn't...fuck any more; and believe it or not, I was perfectly fine with this situation!
I didn't marry Mara in order to have c***dren, as most men do when marrying, and she was in full accord with that. So, masturbating was never an issue between her and I. Besides, I generally did my masturbation in private, in the late evening hours after Mara had gone to sleep. This was also the times that I had chatted with Omar the most. Our timezone was the same, even though he was in Kenya (temporarily), and I was further north in Europe. I shared with him pictures of Mara that I'd taken of her so that he would have some idea of what he might be getting to enjoy, should our plans to go there and meet him work out.
Omar loved the pictures! He kept saying that Mara was "the most beautiful woman" he had ever laid eyes; and that she was like a heavenly vision; an "angel", and he could hardly believe that I was actually willing for him to impregnate her. He was curious as to why I wasn't inclined to pass my genes on. As a Zambian male, being a father was the most important thing for a man. His culture, and his religion saw this as imperative; and so he was so intrigued that I didn't see things that way.
In our many chats late at night, I learned that Omar had two wives, and that he had nine offspring between them. Multiple wives was something I'd heard of, of course. But I'd never known anyone who had such an arrangement, and I was naturally fascinated by this.
Omar shared many pictures of his c***dren (and a few of his two wives). They seemed happy, clean, well-fed. He was an excellent father and husband. I told him this, and he seemed very pleased to hear that. I asked him how his two wives would react if they knew he was planning on impregnating another woman other than one of them; and he replied that they would be upset; but, that they would never be upset because they would never know anything about it!
He also mentioned being lonely there in Kenya as a temporary day laborer, but that he had never sought out the company of prostitutes. That, he said, was something he would never do. But, to have sex with Mara? That, he said, was very different! Making another baby was something sacred, and good, and right. From a religious perspective he believed that making a baby with Mara was, ultimately, a good thing, not a bad thing. With a prostitute, he said, they always washed out the man's sperm; and that, he said, was most definitely not the right thing to do. Sperm, for Omar, was like an investment, like it is when you plant a seed in the soil and have a crop that will sustain you in later years. It was the same, to his way of thinking, with his sperm. It should "go for something", he said, something that would grow and develop into a contributing human being. This was what motivated him to meet with Mara and I in Kenya---to "plant my seed", as he said, "into Mara's fertile soil; into her fertile WOMB!" He had emphasized the word 'womb' especially. It was clear that Omar viewed my wife's womb like a field for crops, for life sustaining crops...in other words, a human offspring! I found his thoughts on this all the more compelling, and exciting as I thought about it like that.
So, I want to try and describe how I felt as Omar and Mara worked very, very hard, those two weeks we were there in Kenya.
It's not easy to find words to describe my emotions. But I will try. I felt nervous. That's the first thing I can say I felt. But I also felt this incredible feeling of exhilaration, too. If you've ever stood at the end of a high diving board, looking down at the water beneath you, there is this momentary hesitation, this feeling of...of uncertainty, and even reluctance, tat gives you that feeling known as 'butterflies.' But you finally jump; you take the plunge, so to speak, anyway. That's how I felt.
It surprised me at how easily Mara adapted to Omar's company! Once again, seeing the two of them together in front of me in the hotel room, smiling, chatting excitedly, a little nervously, even hesitantly (for a moment, or so, but no longer); it was undeniable that my wife, of only two years at that point, was about to "have sex" with this older African man from Zambia, who had two wives, and nine off-spring...but was about to leave his seed inside of my wife's womb in order to get her pregnant. It's still difficult to find just the right word, or words, to illuminate how I felt.
Even though I was feeling so many different emotions, the over-riding one was 'erotic.' In fact, though I wasn't going to be sexually involved with Mara during our time in Kenya (while Omar did), I couldn't help but have an erection throughout most of the time Omar and Mara were together. The strong sexual reaction I felt was...exhilarating, for lack of any better term. I'd originally said that I was not going to do anything more than quietly watch, and take photographs, as Mara and Omar fucked, but as I found myself there with them, the urge to, to at least masturbate became so imperious, so powerful, that I was unable to deny myself.
I was cognizant that my presence could be a disturbance for both Mara, and Omar, but more than likely for Omar, and so I did try to remain as silent, and nearly invisible and unobtrusive as possible---and yet, that was not entirely successful, and especially on that very first time Omar and Mara fucked. So, after taking a number of photos of them, I quietly made my way to the bathroom, where, with the door left open, I could hear, but not see, as Omar and Mara began having sex with considerable enthusiasm and passion.
I'm not sure how long I remained in there. Maybe half an hour, or a little longer. I found that not being able to see my wife and Omar, but hearing them, was extremely powerful and erotically provocative for me; and, eventually, the erotic provocation became so intense, that I finally decided I needed to masturbate or go crazy with frustration!
So, I quietly unzipped my slacks, and getting my erection out through the opening, I watched myself in the mirror in front of me as I began stroking my throbbing cock. It felt so incredibly good to do that. The emotional chemistry between Mara, Omar, and myself, was exhilarating; and it didn't take long before I knew I had to ejaculate. As I did, I tried not to make a sound, but that was hard to refrain from; so I just went ahead and blasted my long-pent-up load of sperm into the sink---and it surprised me at how much sperm I had, as well as at the force with which I ejaculated; shooting much further than I typically did back home in the evenings! But, above everything, the pleasure of the release, itself, was many times more powerful, and more satisfying than it had been at home...and being fully aware that at that very moment Omar was likely ejaculating HIS seed into my wife's pussy, rather than me, is the single thing that drove that incredible outburst of pleasure!
After I'd ejaculated, I could hear Omar and Mara going at it without let up. I stood leaning over the sink, with my cock sagging and shrinking after I'd come, and I looked at my own sperm laying there, splattered over the curving surface of the sink; and rather than feeling sad, or regretful, or jealous of being 'left out', I felt that wonderful afterglow I enjoyed after jacking off. Besides, I'd already decided that my sperm was never going end up in Mara in order to make a baby. We had both agreed on that. So, seeing my sperm slowly running down into the open drain, seemed perfectly suitable and right. I even wiped up what was left with toilet paper and flushed it down the toilet!
Even now, as Mara and I wait for the birth of Omar's baby (in a matter of weeks), I am a happy man; a happy husband; a happy and contented cuckold-husband, and soon-to-be-parent of another man's offspring. I am in exactly the right place, and I intend to stay there and full that special purpose only a cuckold can do.
The End
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