Made In Africa[For A, and T. May that African fertilized baby be well*loved and cherished always!]I'm watching my sleeping wife's peaceful face, and as I do, I cannot help but think back to early that summer when she and I were in Kenya on our 'vacation.' We did our share of sightseeing (the wildlife parks there were truly amazing), but our main objective for being there was to meet up with Omar, an older Zambian African male who was working in Kenya for the season, in order for my wife and he to make a baby together.As I study her face, mouth slightly parted and breathing quietly, I can easily recall the first time that we met Omar; and though many married men would find such a memory painful, to say the least, my own reactions were anything but! In fact, even as I look at my sleeping wife, I can feel my cock growing erect behind my zipper; just as it had done there in Kenya as Omar 'took' her for his own on our hotel room bed!Omar, though older than either of us (some 20 years older), and though having two wives in Zambia, and having fathered 9 other c***dren between them, was obviously still more than capable of father yet another baby; and he and my wife worked very diligently during the two weeks we were there in Niarobi
güvenilir bahis to assure that when we left she would be carrying his baby---and now that we were home, a sonogram had confirmed that she was most certainly pregnant!I wanted to lean over and kiss my wife, but I wanted her to get some rest, so I quietly backed out of bedroom, and closed the door behind me.I went to the living room instead, and sat down with my lap top and began (once again) to review the many photographs I'd taken of our time in Kenya; and especially of those times when Omar was with us in our hotel room!I scrolled down to one in particular, that showed my lovely wife with her legs spread far apart as Omar's massive black cock was just entering her pussy. As I stared at this image, I could clearly recall that moment---my heart was beating so hard and so fast; there was that special aroma of my wife's dripping wet pussy, her labia glisteningly wet; the look of anticipation on her face was unmistakable; the enthusiasm on Omar's face was equally unmistakable; and then, there was Omar's own body aroma, an earthy aroma, a manly aroma; and then---then there came that moment of truth, where for the first time ever, my wife took another man's
güvenilir bahis siteleri cock into her pussy!As I sat looking at this photograph my much smaller and pale cock stiffened once again, and began pressing somewhat uncomfortably against the fabric of my slacks; and so I stood up, unzipped my fly, undid my belt, and slid them off, and tossed them onto the sofa next to me; and I sat back down, leaning back, and* started to lightly, teasingly stroke my cock---and as I did, I moaned out loud with the strange, but undeniably powerful thrill that welled up within me as my eyes scanned the image of my wife fucking Omar!I'm not sure how long I sat there like that, stroking my throbbing white cock shaft. All I know was that after a while, I could no longer postpone my impending orgasm, and as I felt the urgency building up with exhilarating swiftness, I pushed back in the chair, sat forwards on the edge of it, and after stroking my cock a bit longer, I exploded my load of cum all across the floor between my feet; and I spurt forth in a series of pulses, white, thick, and as it landed on the wood floor, the fact that I had not been the father of my wife's baby didn't matter at all; and in fact, that I was not the
iddaa siteleri father seemed to thrill me all the more intensely!The release was so intense, and, for a few moments, I sat back in the chair, exhausted (happily), as my cock sagged down to rest over top of my now very empty balls.I let out a sigh of relief. The apartment was silent. My wife still fast asleep in our bedroom. Looking at that photograph of Omar's big, black African cock, ensconced inside my wife's pussy, and knowing that at some point during our time in Kenya he had gotten her pregnant, I felt...what? What did I feel? Earlier I'd ran*the palm of*my hand over my wife's slightly bulging belly, and feeling her satiny smoothness as I did so, I felt---excited. I definitely didn't feel at all jealous, or embittered, or feeling cheated on by her. There was no room for jealousy, nor bitterness, let alone 'cheated' on----After all, it was both of our decision! What had transpired there in Kenya between Omar, my wife, and I, had been entirely based on mutual consent. However,*there was still the matter of how both of our families might react to the fact that we had chosen to have an African male impregnate her, instead of it being done by me. That was not necessarily a trivial matter, and yet, whether they liked it, or not, what was done was done! They would either accept it, eventually, or they wouldn't. Either way the baby was now my wife and I's number one priority! **The End (of the beginning)
