Post Coitus: A Cuckold Husbands Reaction (Part 2)

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Post Coitus: A Cuckold Husbands Reaction (Part 2)[ That was just the beginning for ‘Mara’ and ‘Tomas!’ There were other eager and very willing African men in Agadir that could hardly wait to cast their own seed into Mara’s eager, receptive, and fertile womb; in the sincere hope that one of them would be the biological ‘father’ of the likely off-spring of all that excited and diligent fucking! (This is for you, A & T! Enjoy!!!) ]The next day, Mara and I had planned on doing some sight-seeing around Agadir, and lounge about on the wide sandy beach in front of our hotel. The day before, she had been very well-fucked by the first two young African men that we’d arranged to meet with while we were in Morocco; and their mutual enthusiasm had left Mara tired-out.We had a leisurely breakfast in the downstairs restaurant, and as we did, I kept looking at Mara, and the fact that she had already fucked two of the African men we’d planned on, made me have that butterfly feeling in the pit of my stomach. As we ate, and chatted, and glanced around the room, the fact that Mara had two different African men’s sperm inside of her, and that at least some of it had to have made it by now all the way through her cervix, and into her womb, kept me feeling those curious butterflies.”Your beautiful,” I said, looking across the table at her, and I smiled as she looked up at me.”Your so sweet, Tomas,” she said, also smiling; and she reached across the table and put her hand on top of mine. Feeling her warm hand touching mine made my cock start to stir behind my zipper. “I love you so much,” I replied, still feeling the butterflies, as well as my cock as it responded in it’s own way towards her.”I’m the luckiest woman in the world,” Mara said.”Then I’m the luckiest man in the world for being your husband!” I replied truthfully.She smiled, and squeezed my hand in hers.Lowering my voice a little, I asked her how she felt about the two young guys she’d fucked the day before.Pausing for just a second, or so, she answered: “They were really nice.” Then, glancing around, she added: “They were like Omar!”I wanted more details.She provided it by saying: “Like Omar, they both had such magnificently huge cocks; and I loved their beautiful dark skin! It was so, so dark; like the darkest of dark chocolate you can imagine! And so silky smooth, too.”The way she spoke, and the words she chose to express herself, sent tingles along my spine, and made my cock stiffen all the more!”So, we chose well?”She grinned and said: “YOU chose well!”We both exchanged smiles, and I felt happy that (so far) our plans were were working perfect and according to plan; just as it had in Kenya with Omar—and that had yielded the fruit she and I both had sought—a healthy, mixed-race, African-father baby (boy)!I watched as Mara took another bite of her breakfast, and as she chewed, I was so entranced by her beauty. She was precisely what so many African men I’d personally chatted with during our planning to go to Kenya, and now here to Morocco, desired the most—a beautiful, blonde, blue-eyed, Caucasian iskenderun escort female. This was so in large part because of the long historical barrier that whites had tried to erect, and maintain with brutal ruthlessness, for centuries. A woman like Mara was nothing less than the ultimate fantasy for these men; which was understandable. The thing most denied, is often the thing most often coveted and desired in direct proportion to it’s lack of access! And here I was—offering them something that had only been a far-fetched dream for them before!That was one of the most exciting things I could imagine. It wasn’t just Mara that wanted an African fathered c***d. I was just as open to it! We now had Omar’s, and on this vacation, I had no doubt that with Mara in her most fertile state, and with nearly two weeks to spend in Agadir, and with two other young African men yet to fuck my wife, that she’d be impregnated by the time we left. I had no doubt whatsoever. In fact, as we finished breakfast, the thought that Mara could already be pregnant kept echoing in the back of my mind.After breakfast, we decided to walk around Agadir, and the beach.There was a nice cooling breeze off the Atlantic, and in the sunlight, you could feel the heat of the southern sun. We waded out into the water, and splashed around, laughing and having a really wonderful time. As we did, the fact that she had fucked two African men the day before, while I looked after she and Omar’s offspring, in order that she, and they, would have no interruptions, kept popping up in my mind. I even kept getting an erection as I thought about that! Mara noticed this.Smiling, as she floundered through the foaming ocean water towards me, she said: “I know what your thinking!” She looked down, and I did the same; and saw my cock was pushing against the wet fabric of my swim wear. I stepped further out into the water to hide it.Mara came up to me, as we stood like, braced against the tide as it rolled past us, she kissed me; and at the same time, she reached down and put her hand between the elastic band and my stomach, and clasped her fingers around my cock shaft. No one could see this, of course.”Mmm!” She said, looking me straight in the eyes. “Your excited!””Of course, I am,” I replied, enjoying the kiss very much.”Should I jerk you off now?” She said, as the water continued to surge around us, and the breeze to blow over our wet bodies. “I will! If you want me to.”Part of me wanted that. I was feeling extremely horny. Even though I’d masturbated the night before, I was already feeling the need to do so again—and yet, I decided to hold off on that. There was always something so incredibly exhilarating to be in growing need of sexual release, but not doing anything to relieve myself of that desire. It was an ache, even something like an itch, that you can’t quite satisfy, that keeps prodding you to find release. Trigger. Behavior. Reward. Repeat. There was that pattern, that cycle to it, and it just kept going, and going…Trigger. Behavior. Reward. Repeat.After lunch, escort iskenderun Mara and I were tired from our morning stroll and swim, and so we’d gone back to our room to rest; when my phone buzzed. It was from one of the other African men we’d contacted; one who hadn’t yet been able to meet with us. We had nominally planned on seeing the next day, along with the other guy, but something had come up, and they wouldn’t be able to come then. He wanted to know if they could drop by then.I told Mara. She suddenly perked up, and said she thought that was an excellent idea. Tired, or not, she was eager to have more big, black, African cock; and I told him to come on over.Having a suite had been an excellent choice for us. That meant that I could remain there with Mara, while, at the same time, I could keep a close eye on the baby in the next room. It was as perfect a situation for a cuckold-husband as you could ever hope to have.When the other two young African guys showed up, the baby was asleep. Because of that I decided I wanted to witness what was going to happen next; and since I’d not been with Mara the day before, I thought it was right for me to enjoy watching this next phase.So, I took a seat at a good distance from the bed (not too far away, nor overly close and intrusive), and enjoyed watching Mara and these young very handsome young African guys undressing each other hurriedly. Several times Mara gave me a quick glance. I gave her a thumbs up gesture of encouragement, and she took it from there.Fortunately, even though things got noisy as the three of them thrashed around on the sheets, fucking, sucking, kissing, and fondling each other as if that was the last time either of them would ever get to do this, I didn’t have to get up and check on the baby. Mara was right—everyone of these African guys had those BIG and very BLACK cocks aw Omar had possessed as well—and, like Omar, they seemed to instinctively know how best to use it to enjoy Mara, but to give her the sort of pleasure that I wanted her to have as her husband!It amazed me at how rough each of the guys were in their fucking, but what was also, and equally exciting for me, was how much Mara seemed to prefer that sort of ‘rough’ fucking! I couldn’t keep my eyes of the sight of those big, long, and so incredibly beautiful and black cocks thrusting urgently into Mara’s receptive pussy; and I found the sight of their enormous testicles, as they swung forwards and backwards, slapping up against Mara’s ass-cheeks with untiring urgency and stamina, such an incredible, amazing, exhilarating thing—and I wanted to masturbate along with them.I didn’t, but I definitely wanted to! But again, I didn’t want to do anything that might detract from what Mara and these two young African studs were doing; and so I remained with my growing erection trapped behind the zipper of my slacks and contented myself to watch.It had been early afternoon when I’d gotten the phone call, and by the time both of the young African guys were finished, I was feeding the baby in the next iskenderun escort bayan room, while his mother snuggled sleepily with her two sperm donors. It felt excitingly ‘strange’ to be doing that, while right next door my wife was laying on the dampened sheets with two other men; but the ‘strangeness’ wasn’t a bad strangeness. It was anything but bad. It was an incredible, exhilarating sensation. Surely, I thought, as I held the bottle to the baby’s mouth, Mara was definitely going to end up pregnant!I had no doubt she would. The thing that would different from our time in Kenya, was that there would be no way to know, with any certainty, just who the ‘father’ of the baby would be. With Omar, it had been obvious. He had been the only one to breed Mara. But, with four different ‘donors?’ Unless we chose to do some sort of paternity test (which wasn’t important), this second baby’s biological father would remain forever unknown—but, of course, I would be both babies daily ‘father’, in all practicality! I’d be the one who loved and cared for them both as if it was mine; and I’d lavish on them all the financial, medical, and daily life needs they would ever have! So, though I would not be their biological father, a father I would still be for each of them; and for any others that Mara might have in the future.I came out with the baby as each of these African guys were getting ready to leave. They were fascinated by it. It was obvious that the baby wasn’t ‘mine.’ They came up to get a closer look at it. They both smiled, and I imagined that they were thinking that Mara was going to have another mixed race baby, and though no one would ever know for sure just who was the babies actual father, they were sure that it would look a lot like this one before them. They seemed very pleased with that.I made sure to thank them both for their efforts. I even shook their hands! Then, after they had left, Mara wanted to hold the baby, and I handed it to her. She laid down with the baby next to her, and kissed it. I stood there watching her. I couldn’t help but smile. She looked so beautiful, even with her disheveled hair.”I love you,” I said.She looked up at me, and said the same thing to me. Then I laid down on the other side of the baby, and she and I relaxed like that—both happy. I had no doubt whatsoever that Mara was, once again, well on her way to being pregnant; and that made me feel incredibly happy.The sheets smelled of sex, and that also excited me. I kissed Mara, and then went to the bath room and after closing the door, I proceeded to masturbate. It didn’t take long before I was ready to ejaculate…and when I did, it felt so incredibly good; and I watched as my sperm spurted out the end of my cock, and down into the toilet, in a surprising amount! As my pulse rate slowed down, I wiped the remaining sperm off my cock with tissue; and then dropping it into the toilet bowl, I flushed it; and flushing my sperm down as it I did so. It was then that I felt that warm contentedness that always followed jacking off like that. I was Mara’s husband, and I loved her more than words could express, but I didn’t want her to have my sperm. I did not want to pass on my own genes. Never. I wanted other men, African men, to pass on THEIR genes though Mara. I was more determined than ever to see that this was a fact.The End

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