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We'd told everyone that Marta and I were going to Kenya for a 'vacation', and though that was true, it was only true up to a certain point. We were going there for a vacation alright, but it was going to involve way more than sightseeing some of the sprawling nature reserves! The prime reason Marta and I were going to Kenya was to see to it that she came home pregnant...but not by ME, but by an African male (in fact there would be more than one 'donor'---there were to be three separate men doing the honor! But we weren't divulging this particular fact to either of our families (at least, not right a way)!
Marta's side had a strong history of having twins, and so there was a distinct possibility that she would carry on that tendency as well. The idea of coming home after the vacation to discover that Marta really was pregnant (with twins, or not) was an incredibly exciting thing for me, as well as my wife! The reason for this is complicated and difficult to explain in a few words, but our desire to have an interracial baby was two fold: 1.) Marta and I were constantly frustrated, and angered, by the growing racism and white nationalism we saw around us (and not just in Europe, but in America, as well), and 2.) Having a 'mixed race' c***d seemed the perfect counterattack against all of that! And so, I'd decided that if Marta and I were to ever have a family with c***dren, they would NOT be of a white (Caucasian) lineage! It seemed the perfect way to undercut the white nationalist narrative---by thwarting the continuation of the Caucasian genetic line; and to deliberately blend the so-called (and bogus) idea that there was something 'pure', something Aryan', something Superior to people of color by having a black c***d!
I went ever further than that by deliberately not having any sexual contact with Marta for nearly a month before we flew down to Kenya; and by doing that, assuring the most optimal conditions (within Marta's womb) for conceiving an African c***d! That didn't mean that we didn't 'have sex', because we did, at first, but I always used a good quality condom so as not to let even one tiny drop of MY sperm slip into her pussy before going to Kenya! However, as the time drew closer to us flying down to Kenya, I stopped any and all sexual contact with Marta altogether! That had one, salutary effect on Marta, and that was by the time we landed in Kenya, she was incredibly horny, and very much looking forwards to fucking those three different African men that I had gone such lengths to set up for her while we were there!
Did I not find it difficult to refrain from having sex with my wife before that? Of course I did, but there was a curious form of pleasure in this self-imposed 'chastity' that I observed during that entire time. You'd have to be a cuckold to probably have any idea what that's like! The 'struggle' as I suppose you can call it, and it was all of that, but it was also extremely exhilarating at the same time.
Of the three African men Marta was going to fuck while there, Omar was the first. He met us at the resort the day after our arrival. After the long flight, Marta and I were both a little jet-lagged, but the next day we woke ready for what was the primary reason for us being there in the first place!
Omar had my number and we texted back and forth upon arriving to let him know we'd gotten there just fine, and that we would see him the next day. Then we took the resort shuttle and had a chance to relax. That night I didn't sleep all that well, and I'm not entirely sure that Marta did, either. I tossed and turned quite a bit thinking about Omar, and the other two African men that I hoped would (between the three of them) impregnate Marta. I was naturally nervous, as well as excited; and I know that Marta felt the same. How could we not? We were about to take a huge, huge step! But we were not wavering in our commitment to see this idea through.
Omar was older than either Marta or I, but he had nine c***dren he had father with two wives (in Zambia, where he came from, multiple wives were not out of the ordinary). Having another baby, but with a different woman, was apparently not an impediment for him; and, if anything, I had gotten the distinct impression that for him, making yet another baby (and with a married white European woman like Marta), was like the icing on the cake; and another proof of his manhood! I'd joked with Marta that Omar had the right 'credentials', the right 'track record' in the baby-making department! This was very definitely the case, and it made the entire vacation there all the more reason to be hopeful of a successful impregnation!
The next day, at around 9:00 in the morning, I got a text from Omar that he was taking a local buss to the resort, and would we meet him at the entrance, which we did with great enthusiasm. It had been nearly three months (the planning that would lead to Marta getting pregnant by one of our African sperm donors; but now, at last, it was about to become (we hoped) a reality!
Though this was our first time to do anything like this, and though it was also Omar's first time to have sex with a white female, the situation that took place that day flowed surprisingly naturally! To make things less potentially awkward for both Marta, as well as Omar, I decided to take a walk down along the beach that was only several hundred feet, or so, outside the resort itself. I kissed Marta as I was getting ready to leave, and as I did, I could feel her excitement, and I gave her smile, and told her to relax and have fun; and that I'd be out on the beach for a while, and that I'd be back in a while. Then I smiled at Omar and told him: "Treat her well, Omar!" He smiled, somewhat nervously, and assured me that he would treat her "very well!" Then I left for the beach.
I wandered around the shoreline for around an hour, or so, and I ended up chatting with several other European vacationers, as well as an American couple visiting there for their first time, as well. The German couple (the husband did, his wife wasn't there at the moment we talked) was there with the very same intentions as Marta and I were! The way he described things, they were as appalled by some of their country's re-emerging white nationalism as we were. So I confided to him that my wife and were there for the same reasons. So, there was a curious sort of camaraderie between us and some of these other couples; which was nice!
Later, when I made my way back to our room, I paused for a few seconds to listen before going in. I could hear voices. Marta and Omar's, and though language was somewhat of a barrier, the universal language of sex seemed to suffer no mistranslation! In fact, as I stood there, I could distinctly hear Marta's voice, and it was obvious that she was enjoying herself with Omar very well! I managed to find a gap in the Venetian blinds that gave me a good view of Marta on her back, legs spread wide, with Omar laying on top between them, and fucking her vigorously! It was a curious sight being the husband, but it was by no means uncomfortable, either. In fact, as I quietly watched, knowing that Omar either had already unloaded his cum, or was about to do so, into Marta's pussy, my heart was beating rather rapidly! Part of me wanted to join them, but another part said Stay out! So, rather than disrupt the obvious sexual energy going on between them, I eventually took folding chair next to the outside door, sat down, and waited for a 'more opportune moment' in order to go back inside.
When I was back in the room, Omar was getting dressed again. I smiled warmly as he looked up as came in. I wanted him to feel comfortable with me being around, and he seemed to feel that way, which I was glad to see. I walked up to the bed where Marta was still laying there, partly covered in a sheet. I smiled broadly at her as I stood looking down at her. I could clearly detect the aroma of sex! I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me closer! As she did, I could see Omar starting to leave, but I turned my head and asked him if he'd like to eat dinner there, at the resorts restaurant. "I'll pay," I went on. "Just stay a while longer. Okay?" He hesitated, but I insisted, and he then agreed. I was happy that he had!
As we sat in the restaurant and ate dinner, it felt both strange, as well as exciting to be setting at the same table with the with the man that had just fucked my wife, and in our room, and on our bed; but I enjoyed that curious sensation very much! I kept playing the image of Omar fucking Marta as I'd stood peeking through the Venetian blinds earlier; and I clearly remembered the forcefulness of his thrusts, as he literally pounded Marta's pussy like he was trying to batter down a locked door (which, of course, for him, was as wide open, and acessable as it could possibly ever be! I also thought about his sperm, that he had flooded her vagina with, and whether HE might be the one to get Marta pregnant! It was possible, since he was the first of the three that would eventually add their sperm to our efforts at Marta getting pregnant!
When Omar left he thanked me (for the dinner, but for more than dinner!), and I, in turn, shook his hand and thanked HIM as well; and we both understood what that was about. Before he left, we invited him to come back as soon as he could; and he said he wanted to very much. "Good!" I said. "I know Marta will definitely be looking forwards to that!" Then I added: "And so will I, as well!" I smiled. He smiled as well.
Going back to our room, I held Marta's hand in mine, and I looked over at her as we walked along. I smiled. "So?" I asked. "How did everything go?"
As we went into the room (I could still detect the distinct aroma of sex!), she closed the door behind us and she kissed me! Looking into her eyes, I could tell she'd enjoyed herself very much! "Thank you!" She said, still smiling up into my face.
"You're welcome, my love! Anything for you!"
The End (for now)
Marta's side had a strong history of having twins, and so there was a distinct possibility that she would carry on that tendency as well. The idea of coming home after the vacation to discover that Marta really was pregnant (with twins, or not) was an incredibly exciting thing for me, as well as my wife! The reason for this is complicated and difficult to explain in a few words, but our desire to have an interracial baby was two fold: 1.) Marta and I were constantly frustrated, and angered, by the growing racism and white nationalism we saw around us (and not just in Europe, but in America, as well), and 2.) Having a 'mixed race' c***d seemed the perfect counterattack against all of that! And so, I'd decided that if Marta and I were to ever have a family with c***dren, they would NOT be of a white (Caucasian) lineage! It seemed the perfect way to undercut the white nationalist narrative---by thwarting the continuation of the Caucasian genetic line; and to deliberately blend the so-called (and bogus) idea that there was something 'pure', something Aryan', something Superior to people of color by having a black c***d!
I went ever further than that by deliberately not having any sexual contact with Marta for nearly a month before we flew down to Kenya; and by doing that, assuring the most optimal conditions (within Marta's womb) for conceiving an African c***d! That didn't mean that we didn't 'have sex', because we did, at first, but I always used a good quality condom so as not to let even one tiny drop of MY sperm slip into her pussy before going to Kenya! However, as the time drew closer to us flying down to Kenya, I stopped any and all sexual contact with Marta altogether! That had one, salutary effect on Marta, and that was by the time we landed in Kenya, she was incredibly horny, and very much looking forwards to fucking those three different African men that I had gone such lengths to set up for her while we were there!
Did I not find it difficult to refrain from having sex with my wife before that? Of course I did, but there was a curious form of pleasure in this self-imposed 'chastity' that I observed during that entire time. You'd have to be a cuckold to probably have any idea what that's like! The 'struggle' as I suppose you can call it, and it was all of that, but it was also extremely exhilarating at the same time.
Of the three African men Marta was going to fuck while there, Omar was the first. He met us at the resort the day after our arrival. After the long flight, Marta and I were both a little jet-lagged, but the next day we woke ready for what was the primary reason for us being there in the first place!
Omar had my number and we texted back and forth upon arriving to let him know we'd gotten there just fine, and that we would see him the next day. Then we took the resort shuttle and had a chance to relax. That night I didn't sleep all that well, and I'm not entirely sure that Marta did, either. I tossed and turned quite a bit thinking about Omar, and the other two African men that I hoped would (between the three of them) impregnate Marta. I was naturally nervous, as well as excited; and I know that Marta felt the same. How could we not? We were about to take a huge, huge step! But we were not wavering in our commitment to see this idea through.
Omar was older than either Marta or I, but he had nine c***dren he had father with two wives (in Zambia, where he came from, multiple wives were not out of the ordinary). Having another baby, but with a different woman, was apparently not an impediment for him; and, if anything, I had gotten the distinct impression that for him, making yet another baby (and with a married white European woman like Marta), was like the icing on the cake; and another proof of his manhood! I'd joked with Marta that Omar had the right 'credentials', the right 'track record' in the baby-making department! This was very definitely the case, and it made the entire vacation there all the more reason to be hopeful of a successful impregnation!
The next day, at around 9:00 in the morning, I got a text from Omar that he was taking a local buss to the resort, and would we meet him at the entrance, which we did with great enthusiasm. It had been nearly three months (the planning that would lead to Marta getting pregnant by one of our African sperm donors; but now, at last, it was about to become (we hoped) a reality!
Though this was our first time to do anything like this, and though it was also Omar's first time to have sex with a white female, the situation that took place that day flowed surprisingly naturally! To make things less potentially awkward for both Marta, as well as Omar, I decided to take a walk down along the beach that was only several hundred feet, or so, outside the resort itself. I kissed Marta as I was getting ready to leave, and as I did, I could feel her excitement, and I gave her smile, and told her to relax and have fun; and that I'd be out on the beach for a while, and that I'd be back in a while. Then I smiled at Omar and told him: "Treat her well, Omar!" He smiled, somewhat nervously, and assured me that he would treat her "very well!" Then I left for the beach.
I wandered around the shoreline for around an hour, or so, and I ended up chatting with several other European vacationers, as well as an American couple visiting there for their first time, as well. The German couple (the husband did, his wife wasn't there at the moment we talked) was there with the very same intentions as Marta and I were! The way he described things, they were as appalled by some of their country's re-emerging white nationalism as we were. So I confided to him that my wife and were there for the same reasons. So, there was a curious sort of camaraderie between us and some of these other couples; which was nice!
Later, when I made my way back to our room, I paused for a few seconds to listen before going in. I could hear voices. Marta and Omar's, and though language was somewhat of a barrier, the universal language of sex seemed to suffer no mistranslation! In fact, as I stood there, I could distinctly hear Marta's voice, and it was obvious that she was enjoying herself with Omar very well! I managed to find a gap in the Venetian blinds that gave me a good view of Marta on her back, legs spread wide, with Omar laying on top between them, and fucking her vigorously! It was a curious sight being the husband, but it was by no means uncomfortable, either. In fact, as I quietly watched, knowing that Omar either had already unloaded his cum, or was about to do so, into Marta's pussy, my heart was beating rather rapidly! Part of me wanted to join them, but another part said Stay out! So, rather than disrupt the obvious sexual energy going on between them, I eventually took folding chair next to the outside door, sat down, and waited for a 'more opportune moment' in order to go back inside.
When I was back in the room, Omar was getting dressed again. I smiled warmly as he looked up as came in. I wanted him to feel comfortable with me being around, and he seemed to feel that way, which I was glad to see. I walked up to the bed where Marta was still laying there, partly covered in a sheet. I smiled broadly at her as I stood looking down at her. I could clearly detect the aroma of sex! I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me closer! As she did, I could see Omar starting to leave, but I turned my head and asked him if he'd like to eat dinner there, at the resorts restaurant. "I'll pay," I went on. "Just stay a while longer. Okay?" He hesitated, but I insisted, and he then agreed. I was happy that he had!
As we sat in the restaurant and ate dinner, it felt both strange, as well as exciting to be setting at the same table with the with the man that had just fucked my wife, and in our room, and on our bed; but I enjoyed that curious sensation very much! I kept playing the image of Omar fucking Marta as I'd stood peeking through the Venetian blinds earlier; and I clearly remembered the forcefulness of his thrusts, as he literally pounded Marta's pussy like he was trying to batter down a locked door (which, of course, for him, was as wide open, and acessable as it could possibly ever be! I also thought about his sperm, that he had flooded her vagina with, and whether HE might be the one to get Marta pregnant! It was possible, since he was the first of the three that would eventually add their sperm to our efforts at Marta getting pregnant!
When Omar left he thanked me (for the dinner, but for more than dinner!), and I, in turn, shook his hand and thanked HIM as well; and we both understood what that was about. Before he left, we invited him to come back as soon as he could; and he said he wanted to very much. "Good!" I said. "I know Marta will definitely be looking forwards to that!" Then I added: "And so will I, as well!" I smiled. He smiled as well.
Going back to our room, I held Marta's hand in mine, and I looked over at her as we walked along. I smiled. "So?" I asked. "How did everything go?"
As we went into the room (I could still detect the distinct aroma of sex!), she closed the door behind us and she kissed me! Looking into her eyes, I could tell she'd enjoyed herself very much! "Thank you!" She said, still smiling up into my face.
"You're welcome, my love! Anything for you!"
The End (for now)
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