Morocco Breeding Vacation (3)

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Morocco Breeding Vacation (3)[ For A & T. And for all those who believe that interracial harmony and justice, can only be obtained biologically, rather than through the court system, or laws.]I have such vivid memories of when my wife Hanna and I were in Rabat (now five months ago). We both really enjoyed our time there, and sight-seeing the first few days. The atmosphere was so different than Poland in October; warm, but because of the close proximity to the ocean, not uncomfortable by any means. The narrow streets were like from Casablanca, the old Humphrey Bogart film from the 1940’s, and yet, modernized, but not overly so as to spoil it’s charm.But seeing the sights that Rabat had to offer was just one part of why we’d gone there, of course! The biggest reason of all was that we had decided that Hanna would to get pregnant while there, but not by me, but by a North African male we’d met on-line by the name of Khalid.Khalid had immediately said ‘yes’ to the idea of being our sperm donor, which excited Hanna and I both very much. Khalid was not originally from Rabat, but had moved there due to better work opportunities. Though Muslim, like many in North Africa, Khalid’s parents were from Mali. So, rather than being of lighter skin tone, he was a beautiful dark coffee color. (The dark coloration bartın escort that Hanna especially preferred.) He was somewhat older than either Hanna or I (he was 39 at the time), but he had already fathered three other babies, so it was obvious that he had the ‘credentials’ for fathering a baby that we were very interested in having.Now, four months later, back in Poland, going to work everyday; getting back into those daily routines that comprise much our lives, I can suddenly stop, wherever I am, and whatever I am doing, and I can instantly recall (for instance) the sound of Hanna and Khalid fucking on our hotel room bed, as I would be standing just inside the open bathroom door as I stroked my rock hard cock—and feeling that hard-to-describe feeling of exhilaration (there’s no other word for it than that) at the sound of the two of them locked in the throes of complete and total sexual passion (a sexual experience that I, as Hanna’s husband, was NOT taking part in directly)!Of course, I did watch them, too. What husband would pass up such an incredible sight, than their own wife, locked in the passionate embrace of another man? Most men would find such an idea intollerable, but not me. For me it was the strangest, but also the most incredibly exhilarating experience of my life!Khalid escort bartın was everything Hanna and I had hoped for. Unquestionably dominant; passionate; a gorgeous black cock; and long, and thick; and with a stamina that I could have never come close to rivaling! I had intended to keep a record, of sorts, of how many visits he made to our hotel room (eleven in all), and a running tally of how many times he ejaculated his seed into Hanna’s vagina, but in the midst of the excitement I didn’t keep track quite as accurately as I’d hoped to! But, suffice it to say, that however many times Khalid flooded Hanna’s receptive (and fertile!) womb during our stay there, one of his sperm found one of Hanna’s eggs, and in doing so, began the process of fertilization. Now, four months later, she is very definitely carrying Khalid’s baby. The pregnancy test said she was, and the Ob-Gyn has since confirmed it to be a fact.So, how do I, as Hanna’s husband, feel about her carrying this other man’s baby? I suppose that’s the question most people want an answer to. For me, I am thrilled that she’s got Khalid’s baby growing inside of her (rather than my own)! But, our parents are not so happy. When Hanna told her parents she was pregnant, they naturally assumed the baby was mine. When we eventually explained bartın escort bayan to them that this was not so, and that Hanna was carrying another man’s baby, instead of mine, there was a stunned silence at first. Though our parents are still not thrilled that their grandc***d (a boy, by the way) isn’t ‘ours,’ they are beginning to warm to the idea a little more than earlier. So, perhaps, when the baby is here, the realization will dawn on our parents that the their only option is to accept and love the baby, and to not obsess over the detail that the ‘father’ isn’t me, but a Muslim man from Rabat.That’s what Hanna and I hope will occur, though there is no way to know with certainty! It would be the best out-come. Besides, Hanna and I have every intention of returning to Africa, in the coming years, in order for other African men to father other babies with her! For, I have absolutely no intentions of passing on my own genes in this manner. My mind is fully made up on this matter. Hanna and I both knew this even when were just dating; before we got married. So this is something both of us have committed ourselves to, no matter what. For us, this is the only substantive way in which we, as two individuals, and one white married couple, can push back against the racism that still inflicts our planet. Hanna’s womb will be the battle ground in which this fight will take place; and the only way that can be the most efficiently achieved is for me to voluntarily disburse my own seed, my own genes, where reproduction will not occur.

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