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Wonderment & Uncertainty[ Author’s note: Dedicated to A & T, my good friends!!!]When Mara and I were making our travel plans to go to Kenya to meet with Omar, and for her to return home pregnant by him, it was impossible to think much beyond that exhilarating wave we were both riding on. Even when we were there in Kenya, in our hotel room, when Omar first arrived at the front door, we were both fired by that incredible (and for some, totally inconceivable!) exhilaration of why the three of us together in that room!I clearly remember, vividly, seeing Omar’s eager facial expression when he first say Mara standing there in front of him. There was a certain—what? Incredulity? Yes. He was incredulous. It was as if, for the first few moments at least, he could hardly believe that he was about be given his full, and unfettered sexual access, to Mara; to MY OWN WIFE. He must have thought he was dreaming—but he quickly realized that this was no dream.Some will no doubt find it difficult to fathom such a thing. How could any husband, they will say, ever willingly allow another man to have sex with his wife, let alone give them his permission to make a baby together? It’s a valid question, but the answer to it, I fear, would be nearly impossible to explain that (in terms that many would understand).But let me say here that as I stood looking at Mara and Omar in our hotel room, it was abundantly obvious that my wife very much wanted to go to bed with Omar (and make a baby with him)! At the same time, I was experiencing a powerful feeling of sexual excitement of my own; atakum escort which was being directly influenced by the knowledge that I would NOT be the one who would be getting her pregnant! How can I explain that sensation? Perhaps it’s impossible.Watching as Mara and Omar eventually began undressing, and kissed as they did, and ended up on the hotel room bed, I felt a strange sort of wonderment, and there was along with that a feeling of uncertainty, as well. It was those two aspects, as they interacted with each other, that created my own erotic reactions; and though I remained clothed, I had an erection for the entire time Omar was with us; but I did not undress. I didn’t want to interrupt the chemistry that was going between Mara and Omar; plus I wanted to take photographs of the occasion. I wanted to document the entire time we would be there. Mara and I both wanted to be able to look back later on and see the event in full color. So, it wasn’t until later on, after Omar had left (a number of hours later), and as Mara slept (happily exhausted), that I ‘relieved myself’ (sexually). I put the camera down on the table beside the bed and went to the toilet. I quietly closed the door behind me, and then, and only then, did I seek to ‘alleviate’ my own pent up sexual energies, by masturbating. As I did so, I couldn’t help but play back in my memory the sight and sound of Mara having sex with Omar. Never before had she ever done that with anyone since we’d been married several years earlier, and so there was a certain surreal quality to the situation; atakum escort bayan and yet, that curious unreality was very much real! I wasn’t sure how many times Omar had ejaculated into Mara’s pussy that afternoon, but it was certainly more than once; and I’d been greatly impressed by that, as well as his incredible stamina and staying power (so very different from that of my own meager productions)!It didn’t take long before I achieved my own orgasm. There was nothing different in that for me. But, what was very different was the over all intensity of the pleasure of that orgasm—which had been made all the more intense and pleasurable by having been merely a quiet voyeur as Mara had taken Omar’s abundant (and hopefully fertile) seed into her pussy!As I came, I tried not to make very much noise. I didn’t want to wake Mara. Nevertheless, as the first spurt of semen that erupted from me, I could hardly suppress at least a deep, drawn-out, series of moans and breathy gasps as the pleasure spasmed through me! Then, when it was over, I could see my sperm laying at the bottom of the sink, and rather than feel wistful over that, I felt it was perfectly right to have disposed of it in that fashion. What mattered wasn’t MY sperm, but Omar’s sperm; which was then, at that same moment, swimming madly upwards towards the tiny opening to Mara’s cervix, and then on to the fertilization of at least one of her eggs! It was the whole reason we’d flown down to Kenya in the first place.Before leaving the bathroom, I carefully wiped up every last trace of escort atakum my sperm from the sink bowl, and then flushed it away. Once again, I did not feel any sort of regret that I was throwing away MY OWN SPERM. Not at all, in fact. It felt perfectly right.When I came out of the bathroom, Mara was sound asleep, so I pulled the sheets up over her, kissed her on her cheek and brushed her blond hair out of her eyes, and went for a walk. Even though I’d just ejaculated, and felt more relaxed for having done so, I couldn’t set still yet. So I went down to the hotel lobby and then out onto the street. I didn’t go far, but the walk helped settle me, and when I did go back up to the room (Mara was still sleeping soundly), I laid down beside her, and studying her sleeping features, I slept some myself.I woke up to Mara kissing my cheek. As I opened my eyes she was smiling at me.”Hey,” she said quietly.”Did I wake you up?” I asked.”Sort of, but that’s okay. So, how are you?””I’m good,” I replied. To prove the point, I raised up and kissed her. Then I leaned over and kissed her tummy.She watched me. She smiled at me as I raised back up. “Your okay?””I am,” I replied. Then I leaned over once again and kissed her tummy, and then as raised back up, I said: “I want you to get pregnant, and I think by the time we leave, that Omar will be the father.”She studied my face for a second, and then said: “I think so, too.”Though whether she got pregnant that afternoon, or later on in the week, we have no way of knowing, but, what is known, is that Omar is DEFINITELY the biological father of our c***d! Or, rather he’s the father of he and Mara’s c***d, because I am most certainly not the father.The entire time we were there was filled with wonderment, and uncertainty, which is the way life, itself, is, and should be.The End
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