An End With A Beginning

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An End With A BeginningAs our plane gathered speed and lifted off the runway, I could see out through the window the green beauty of Kenya sweeping by underneath, and I reached over and gave my wife’s hand a squeeze; and she squeezed mine back in silent reply. We both were thinking the same thing—that in the two weeks she and I had been there, her womb was now carrying an African baby! This was so because she’d begun to have some of the earliest symptoms of being pregnant.I continued to look out the window as the ground rapidly receded into a warm, humid haze; and, as I did, I kept picturing the sight of Omar (the Zambian male Marta and I had arranged to get her pregnant while we were in Kenya) as his impressively large, and extremely black cock, had fucked my wife with such astonishing vigor and persistence over most of the 14 days we had been in Kenya! In fact, as I sat looking out the window, and thinking about Omar fucking Marta, I had a hard on; which my slacks made it cramped, and almost uncomfortable; and yet the memories were too enjoyable to care!Eventually, after the ground had disappeared from sight into the cloudy haze beneath the plane, I turned to look over at my wife, and she was smiling. I smiled back, and we exchanged a quick sivas escort and discrete kiss!”How are you doing?” She said, inquiringly.”I’m doing very well!” I replied, truthfully.She looked into my face searchingly for a few more seconds, and then she leaned over and kissed me once again. “Good,” she said, apparently satisfied that I was telling her the truth. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”I gave her tummy a quick pat, and smiling, I said: “There’s no need to worry. I’m fine! In fact, I’m very HAPPY!””I’m glad to hear that,” she said, her body language relaxing as she said that.After a moment, I leaned over and whispered in her ear: “I have NO regrets. Okay?”She, in turn, whispered back in my ear: “Neither do I!”I gave her tummy another pat, and as I did, the thought of Omar’s sperm (or at least one of his numerous sperm!) had already, and at that very moment, fertilized at least one of her eggs, and had implanted itself into the interior wall of her uterus! Once again, as I thought of that, my cock stiffened, as best it could, behind the fabric of my slacks…and I couldn’t help but recall once again images of Omar fucking my wife with such vigor and lust; as well as Marta returning the same enthusiasm towards him!Neither sivas escort bayan of us knew just how we were going to break the news to either of our families back home, that yes, Marta was pregnant, BUT—not by ME, but by an African male, instead, and, what was more, it had not been an accident, but a well thought out and long planned plan! They’d be shocked at first, and maybe even upset, but they would have to get over that and accept it as a fact! There were very few blacks in Poland, and even fewer Polish females who’d had a black baby, and so Marta and I were sailing pretty much uncharted waters when it came to this; and yet, therein was a big part of why she and I had decided to do what we had done!Neither of us had any idea how our society was going to react to what we had done. So it was both exciting, as well as scary; but that was part of the thrill of any adventure. Either way, neither of us believed in having an abortion, so the baby was going to be born no matter what! Marta and I would love the baby, even if no one else did. We also intended to keep in touch with the baby’s father, too! Though Marta and Omar weren’t ‘husband and wife’, in the technical and legal sense, the fact that they had made a baby together was basically escort sivas the same thing! Omar had two wives and nine c***dren between them, but now, with Marta, he had (in a sense) acquired a third wife, and his tenth c***d. I was Marta’s husband on paper, as well as emotionally, I found the idea that Omar was her ‘husband’, in terms of being the father of their baby, deeply exhilarating! I had no problem ‘sharing’ Marta with Omar in that capacity. None at all. And, if I was honest, it seemed as if Marta loved being the ‘wife’ of more than one man as well! So, however Polish society might react to us having an African man’s baby (instead of one of my own), there was nothing else to be done about this than acceptance; because it was now far, far too late to turn back now…and neither Marta, or I, would even remotely consider having an abortion. That would never, ever be an option either of us would consider!Marta and I dozed on and off during the flight home, and I kept picturing Omar’s huge, and ebony-colored cock thrusting deep inside Marta’s eager, and very receptive pussy…and of all those orgasms of his as his thick and creamy, and incredibly abundant sperm gushed hotly into her, and splashing up against her cervix…the gateway to her very fertile womb…where now, it was obvious, his seed had found lodging, and was growing vigorously! Each time I pictured this, my cock would swell and press up against my zipper with the unmistakable thrill this image created in me!

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