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[Once again---dedicated to A and T, and their incredible decision to thwart, at the most fundamental level, the sad racist legacy of their fellow Caucasian ancestors. No crazy, and totally unnecessary, wall will ever defeat this plan, either!]
Mara stood naked in front of the full-length mirror, and turned sideways, and as she did, and seeing her ever-expanding belly, she couldn't help but smile with the fact that she was not just pregnant, but pregnant by Omar, an older, but no less sexually enthusiastic, and now obviously very potent, African male; something that she, as well as her husband, Tomas, both had wanted---and now, after almost three months, her womb was expanding by the day as that other man's baby grew in stature!
As she stood there like that, she could hear Thomas out in the living room typing away on his lap-top, and as she listened, she felt a sudden urge to go out there and put her arms around him; and hug him, and kiss the side of his neck, and in doing so, to whisper to him: "I love you!" After all, she thought, still running her hands slowly over her swollen belly, Thomas had been such an understanding, as well as enthusiastic supporter, of her having Omar's baby!
She slipped her bathrobe on, and as she walked out into the living room where Thomas was setting typing; and she came up behind him, and leaning up against the chair he was setting on, she put her arms around him.
"Hey!" Thomas said, turning to try and look up into Mara's face. "What's up?"
She leaned over to where her mouth was near his right ear and whispered: "I love you." Then she kissed his ear, as well as down along the side of his neck, in soft, tender, and passionate attention.
"MMMM," Thomas said, obviously appreciating Mara's affectionate expressions. "What's all this for?"
"I'm just telling you I love you, and that I appreciate you being my husband," she replied.
"MMMM," he said, lifting his hands from the keyboard, and wrapping his arms around Mara's. Then, he turned to look up into her face better, and she stepped back, letting him do so. Then she kissed him even more affectionately than earlier!
As their mouths parted, he saw that she was smiling at him, and he turned completely around so that he could put his hands over her protruding, very pregnant belly; and he even leaned forward and kissed her there. He could smell her skin. He breathed in deeply; and savoring her aroma. As he did, he was well aware of course that the baby inside of her wasn't his. It was Omar's. There was no doubt of that. He'd witnessed it's propagation, after all! Thoughts of Omar's strong, thick, and black cock gliding in and out of Mara's pussy, and of all the sperm he'd put there, made Thomas' cock start to stiffen behind his slacks.
He pulled Mara close to him, and holding her, he stared up into her face and said: "I love you so much; and, I am glad that Omar's the father of the baby. I'm fine with that. I am. Really."
"You really are?" Mara said, scrutinizing her husbands face to see if he was being honest, or merely brave, but his expression seemed genuine; happy; resolved; at peace.
"I really am," he replied. "Don't worry. I'm fine. My only concern now is the health of this baby! Nothing else matters than that."
Mara gave Thomas another hug. She also kissed the top of his head as she did. She was lucky to be married to Thomas. She was very well aware of that! There were not many men that would have been as open and accepting of their wife having another man's baby, but Thomas was not the typical, run of the mill man, or husband, and for that she was grateful. Not many men would have gone along with her idea to have an African man's baby, instead of her husbands c***d; but that's what made Thomas so wonderful; and such a treasure.
She stood up, arching her back from having been bent over, and as she did, her bathrobe fell open again, and Thomas leaned forwards and kissed her pregnant belly once again. Then, looking up into her face, he grinned and said: "I'm so excited to see you pregnant."
"It doesn't bother you that it's someone else's baby?" She asked.
"No," he said, and without the slightest hesitation in his voice. "Not at all! I'm glad we did this", he said, referring to their African vacation, and Omar being the one chosen to get her pregnant while they were there.
Mara put her arms around her husband once again, and they were like that for several quiet moments. Then the silence was broken when Thomas said: "If you want other African men's babies, or even if you want another of Omar's
babies---I'm fine with that, too, Mara." She was looking straight into her husband's eyes as he said those last words, and she knew how very lucky she was to have him as her husband.
"Well," she said, kissing him gently, "first we need to make sure this baby is fine and healthy. Then, later, we can think about the future."
"Absolutely," Thomas replied smiling up into her face. "First things, first."
"Yes," Mara said, agreeing, "first things first!"
After Mara had gone to bed (earlier than Thomas), she woke to a sound, and she laid there quietly listening. Eventually, she realized what the sound was. It was Thomas. She could see light coming from under the bathroom door, which was closed. Thomas was masturbating. Ever since (and even before) they came home from Kenya, he wouldn't fuck her. He said he didn't want to interfere in any way with the health of the baby, so he took care of his won sexual needs through masturbation. He seemed fine with that method, and never complained.
Rolling over in bed, she drifted off to sleep again, as Thomas masturbated. She knew he had an orgasm because, in spite of trying to be as quite about it as possible, she head him moan---as he spilled his seed (so she assumed) into the sink.
A moment later, she heard the sink running, and then the light in the bathroom went out and Thomas came into the room and got into bed along side her.
"I love you," she heard Thomas say softly.
Mara made a mumbled reply, and then they both went to sleep---eventually.
The End
Mara stood naked in front of the full-length mirror, and turned sideways, and as she did, and seeing her ever-expanding belly, she couldn't help but smile with the fact that she was not just pregnant, but pregnant by Omar, an older, but no less sexually enthusiastic, and now obviously very potent, African male; something that she, as well as her husband, Tomas, both had wanted---and now, after almost three months, her womb was expanding by the day as that other man's baby grew in stature!
As she stood there like that, she could hear Thomas out in the living room typing away on his lap-top, and as she listened, she felt a sudden urge to go out there and put her arms around him; and hug him, and kiss the side of his neck, and in doing so, to whisper to him: "I love you!" After all, she thought, still running her hands slowly over her swollen belly, Thomas had been such an understanding, as well as enthusiastic supporter, of her having Omar's baby!
She slipped her bathrobe on, and as she walked out into the living room where Thomas was setting typing; and she came up behind him, and leaning up against the chair he was setting on, she put her arms around him.
"Hey!" Thomas said, turning to try and look up into Mara's face. "What's up?"
She leaned over to where her mouth was near his right ear and whispered: "I love you." Then she kissed his ear, as well as down along the side of his neck, in soft, tender, and passionate attention.
"MMMM," Thomas said, obviously appreciating Mara's affectionate expressions. "What's all this for?"
"I'm just telling you I love you, and that I appreciate you being my husband," she replied.
"MMMM," he said, lifting his hands from the keyboard, and wrapping his arms around Mara's. Then, he turned to look up into her face better, and she stepped back, letting him do so. Then she kissed him even more affectionately than earlier!
As their mouths parted, he saw that she was smiling at him, and he turned completely around so that he could put his hands over her protruding, very pregnant belly; and he even leaned forward and kissed her there. He could smell her skin. He breathed in deeply; and savoring her aroma. As he did, he was well aware of course that the baby inside of her wasn't his. It was Omar's. There was no doubt of that. He'd witnessed it's propagation, after all! Thoughts of Omar's strong, thick, and black cock gliding in and out of Mara's pussy, and of all the sperm he'd put there, made Thomas' cock start to stiffen behind his slacks.
He pulled Mara close to him, and holding her, he stared up into her face and said: "I love you so much; and, I am glad that Omar's the father of the baby. I'm fine with that. I am. Really."
"You really are?" Mara said, scrutinizing her husbands face to see if he was being honest, or merely brave, but his expression seemed genuine; happy; resolved; at peace.
"I really am," he replied. "Don't worry. I'm fine. My only concern now is the health of this baby! Nothing else matters than that."
Mara gave Thomas another hug. She also kissed the top of his head as she did. She was lucky to be married to Thomas. She was very well aware of that! There were not many men that would have been as open and accepting of their wife having another man's baby, but Thomas was not the typical, run of the mill man, or husband, and for that she was grateful. Not many men would have gone along with her idea to have an African man's baby, instead of her husbands c***d; but that's what made Thomas so wonderful; and such a treasure.
She stood up, arching her back from having been bent over, and as she did, her bathrobe fell open again, and Thomas leaned forwards and kissed her pregnant belly once again. Then, looking up into her face, he grinned and said: "I'm so excited to see you pregnant."
"It doesn't bother you that it's someone else's baby?" She asked.
"No," he said, and without the slightest hesitation in his voice. "Not at all! I'm glad we did this", he said, referring to their African vacation, and Omar being the one chosen to get her pregnant while they were there.
Mara put her arms around her husband once again, and they were like that for several quiet moments. Then the silence was broken when Thomas said: "If you want other African men's babies, or even if you want another of Omar's
babies---I'm fine with that, too, Mara." She was looking straight into her husband's eyes as he said those last words, and she knew how very lucky she was to have him as her husband.
"Well," she said, kissing him gently, "first we need to make sure this baby is fine and healthy. Then, later, we can think about the future."
"Absolutely," Thomas replied smiling up into her face. "First things, first."
"Yes," Mara said, agreeing, "first things first!"
After Mara had gone to bed (earlier than Thomas), she woke to a sound, and she laid there quietly listening. Eventually, she realized what the sound was. It was Thomas. She could see light coming from under the bathroom door, which was closed. Thomas was masturbating. Ever since (and even before) they came home from Kenya, he wouldn't fuck her. He said he didn't want to interfere in any way with the health of the baby, so he took care of his won sexual needs through masturbation. He seemed fine with that method, and never complained.
Rolling over in bed, she drifted off to sleep again, as Thomas masturbated. She knew he had an orgasm because, in spite of trying to be as quite about it as possible, she head him moan---as he spilled his seed (so she assumed) into the sink.
A moment later, she heard the sink running, and then the light in the bathroom went out and Thomas came into the room and got into bed along side her.
"I love you," she heard Thomas say softly.
Mara made a mumbled reply, and then they both went to sleep---eventually.
The End
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