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The Proud Father[ For A & T. And for the ‘real’ Omar! ]For Tomas, it was incredibly exhilarating seeing Omar putting his big hands on Mara’s hugely pregnant belly! Here, after all, was the biological father of the baby Mara was carrying. He knew this for a fact because he had been there when his wife had taken Omar’s seed inside of her pussy, time after time, over the nearly two weeks that Omar had diligently devoted himself to getting Mara pregnant! As Tomas sat and quietly watched his wife and Omar interacting, he felt his cock stirring with undeniable excitement. Omar’s large hands caressed Mara’s belly admiringly, tenderly, and yet with obvious excitement as well.”You have my baby growing in you,” Omar said. He was happy about that. It was obvious.Tomas was not the father. The baby was entirely Omar’s and Mara’s. Yet, rather than be a matter of anger, or frustration, Tomas was pleased that Omar was the father of the baby, rather than his. But even though he knew that Mara loved him, she had not wanted a baby by him; though she certainly wanted to have c***dren—just not his, and not with a white male. Rather, Mara wanted to have babies by black men, and, more than that, she wanted to have, exclusively, babies by African men, in particular; and Tomas had shared the same outlook.Tomas watched Omar kneel down on the floor in front of Mara and, after placing his large hands, one on either side of her huge belly, he kissed her tummy as if kissing a sacred object; which, considering the living and growing baby inside of her, it certainly WAS sacred.”My little Mara,” Omar said, now halkalı escort looking upwards into her face as she stood watching him kissing her tummy. “You have my baby growing in you!””Yes,” Mara replied, gently placing her hands on Omar’s head ad holding him like that, “I am carrying your c***d. Are you happy?””Oh, YES!” He said, smiling broadly. “I am VERY happy, indeed.”As Tomas heard this, he felt his cock stiffening behind his zipper, and he recalled, and with clarity, the hotel room in Kenya where he and Mara had first met up with Omar. They had all three been understandably nervous, while excited and eager at the same time. Now, nearly eight months later, and as Mara drew closer to the time of delivery, he and Omar, both, were thrilled with how everything had developed. Of course, though both men were excited, Omar was the father of Mara’s baby, and therefore he had the obvious reason to be the most excited.Omar was already the biological father of nine other c***dren (back in Zambia), and though he’d had these nine c***dren with two other women (his wives, as was the cultural custom for him as a Muslim), Mara was white, blonde, and so much younger than either of his wives, as well as another man’s wife; and this brought about something very special and unique about the developing baby in Mara’s womb. As a Zambian male, and as a Muslim man, the fact that Mara had gotten pregnant by him was something nearly unimaginably exquisite. It was not everyday that an African man like Omar had the opportunity taksim escort to pass his genes on with a Caucasian female. He was exceedingly thrilled by that, as well as proud that he had taken the opportunity when it came his way! Now, right in front of his very eyes, as his dark hands and fingers caressed Mara’s very pregnant belly, he was more than glad that he now had not just nine c***dren to his name, but one more; making it ten!As Omar stroked Mara’s belly, he looked up and saw Tomas watching them, and he felt a strange thrill course though him.”Your wife, Tomas, is carrying MY baby,” he said. “What do you think of that?””I think it’s wonderful, Omar,” Tomas replied without hesitation.Omar studied Tomas’ facial expression for a second, and then he added: “You are going to be taking good care of my son. Yes?””I will take great care of him,” Tomas replied.”But I will always be his rightful father,” Omar said flatly.”Yes, that’s true, Omar. YOU will always be the baby’s natural, biological father. I will help raise it, but you will be his one, true father.””This is true,” Omar said, and gave Mara’s tummy another kiss, and then he stood up.Tomas felt that unmistakable feeling of butterflies in his stomach as he and Omar had spoken regarding who was, and most importantly, who was not, the father of Mara’s baby! He’d felt the same sensations as Omar had fucked Mara in Kenya! But now the fruits of that two week vacation there was manifesting in the most obvious, and undeniable way.As the cuckold, he kept a certain distance from Mara şişli escort and Omar while Omar was there. He did not wish to intrude too much. He could tell that Mara was absolutely thrilled to see Omar once again, and so, as the cuckold, it was his hope to maximize her enjoyment of his company. Having Omar there with them was also a glimpse into the not-so-distant future for Tomas. Omar would occupy a very special place in he and Mara’s life; namely, as the biological father of their baby; but also as a kind of second husband to her! Omar already had two other women as wives, and now that he’d fathered another baby (the tenth) with Mara, it was not inconsistent to regard her like a third wife for him—and this excited Tomas very much.The thing that Tomas seemed to like the most about Omar was his obvious Alpha male status to his, equally obvious beta male, submissive status! Perhaps not many men would embrace that, but Tomas had done so, and with surprising willingness. Leaving Mara and Omar alone, Tomas went to the kitchen and began preparing dinner, and as he busied himself in doing so, he could occasionally hear Mara’s voice, as well as her laughter as she and Omar chatted in the next room. Once again, he felt his cock stiffening behind his slacks with that strange, but delightful sensation that probably most, if not all, cuckold husbands felt at least occasionally…and he enjoyed how it felt. Later on, if he had the chance, he’d discretely masturbate as Omar and Mara enjoyed each others company. For him, even though he was Mara’s husband, masturbation was all that he needed. He was perfectly content to relieve himself in that way. Was that not the ultimate act of submitting to the life of a cuckold? He thought so. He was fine with masturbation. He enjoyed that. He enjoyed ejaculating his seed into the bathroom sink—instead of putting into Mara’s pussy. A man like Omar deserved such a right. Not him.The End

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