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The Pregnant Bride (Part 2)[ Part two is a further exploration of what certainly seems a sea-change emerging throughout the world (an within the Caucasian population more than anywhere else) as the long, and tragic influence of the false ideology of ‘white supremacy’ (i.e. racism) is, at last, waning more and more. As with the first installment, this one is dedicated to Alicia and Oscar (and of course, to Ahmed)!! ]The evening that Alicia and I got married, I remember very clearly thinking, as we exchanged our vows, that at that very moment, she was already two months pregnant (but not by me, but by Ahmed); and as I stood there, surrounded by members of both our families, I felt so intensely exhilarated. In fact, I was so excited by this fact, that I had trouble not getting an erection!When we were pronounced ‘man and wife’ by the minister, and Alicia and gave each other a kiss (which was accompanied by applause by the on-lookers), I don’t think I could have been more excited, nor any more in love with Alicia as I was at that moment. I was absolutely thrilled to be Alicia’s official husband, but I was equally thrilled that our marriage was based on a footing quite different from that of either of our parents marriages had been. I had no problem with using the word ‘cuckold’ to describe my own particular relationship to Alicia. I was, in fact, a ‘cuckold.’ The very fact that Alicia was carrying another man’s offspring in her womb at the moment we were being declared husband and wife, automatically made me a cuckold.Alicia and I hadn’t yet told either of our parents that she was pregnant, nor had we yet told them that the baby she was carrying was canlı bahis şirketleri another man’s, and not mine. We would eventually tell them that, of course. Indeed, whether we actually told them, or not, when the birth arrived, they would instantly realize that something was a little different! Neither of us were ashamed of that. We were both extremely excited! Alicia wanted to introduce Ahmed (the father of the growing embryo inside her womb) to both our families, but we hadn’t thought of a way of doing so just yet. Ahmed was ambivalent about it either way. Would our families be upset with us for what we had chosen to do (have an interracial c***d); let alone another man’s c***d, instead of by me? That was a possibility, but Alicia was especially determined to defy our societies proscription regarding both interracial sexual congress, as well as cuckoldry in particular; which many might regard as ‘adultery!’ Neither of us accepted those view-points, so for us it was a moot point, but that might not be the case for some of our family members! But that was academic at this point anyway, because Alicia was already carrying Ahmed baby! Our families, along with the rest of our fellow citizens, would just have to accept it, no matter what!After the wedding ceremony, and after we’d left to go to our hotel for our honeymoon night celebration, it felt good to be alone with Alicia at last. We’d initially wanted Ahmed to be part of that evening, since he was the father of the baby, but he had been unable to attend. Either way, I was so happy that night. I’d made a personal vow (to myself, and to Alicia and Ahmed) that after it was determined canlı kaçak iddaa that she was pregnant, that I’d not have any sort of sexual intercourse with her until after she’d given birth. I did that out of a feeling of wanting to show Ahmed respect for being the father of the c***d, as well as a way of making a demonstration of my status as a cuckold. Ahmed had been very pleased with my gesture. After all, Alicia and I both fully agreed that even though I would be her husband in a legal sense, Ahmed would always occupy a very special, and elevated status for both of us. Ahmed was clearly, and without the slightest hesitation on my part, the Alpha Male in our complex relationship, and that I was equally clearly, and with no hesitation or resistance on my part, the beta male. This was the obvious fact of the matter.So our wedding night did consist of sex, but no intercourse. I’d become more and more accustomed to this situation over the preceding two months prior to the wedding; and sex had evolved into a kind of enhanced form of mutual oral sex (as well as frequent masturbation for me). I absolutely loved going down on Alicia like that; and I spent long hours lapping my tongue between her moist and wonderfully fragrant pussy lips, and learning more and more how best to please her by skillfully using my tongue over and around her sensitive clitoris!The night of our honeymoon, I expended a lot of time and energy pleasuring Alicia orally, and though I wasn’t going to have intercourse with her, as I explained earlier, I enjoyed myself like that so very, very much! Eventually, after I’d given Alicia as much pleasure in that fashion as canlı kaçak bahis I could, I knelt between her legs and masturbated; and, when I came, she and I both watched as my ejaculation quite literally burst out of my cock, and landed across her pale and silky smooth tummy (that was just starting to show a certain roundness that hadn’t been there only a week or so earlier); and the pleasure of the release was so wonderfully intense, and deeply, deeply satisfying for me personally!Alicia smiled up into my face as my ejaculations ceased. “I love you,” she said.”I love you, too,” I replied with utter sincerity. The intriguing thing was, the fact that she was carrying Ahmed’s baby instead of mine, had greatly enhanced my feelings of love and commitment to her, rather than lessening them!”Too bad Ahmed couldn’t be here with us tonight,” I said, feeling the afterglow of my orgasm lingering on. I could see my sperm laying haphazardly across Alicia’s tummy as I said that, and seeing it laying there (useless for anything remotely ‘procreational’, if there is such a word) was exhilarating; to both of us!”Yes,” Alicia said, somewhat disappointed that Ahmed couldn’t be there, “it is unfortunate.”I fetched some toilet paper and wiped up my sperm from Alicia’s tummy and tossed it in the trash can; and then I climbed in next to her and we cuddled closely under the sheets. I loved the feeling of her warmth next to mine; and I loved her special, unique aroma, that seemed to emanate from her warm skin; and I breathed it in deeply. I was so much in love with her, that I ached. I’d never felt anything like this before; and the fact that I shared her with Ahmed, and that he was the father of the offspring she was carrying that very evening, made me love her all the more!I absolutely LOVED the role of cuckold! It was the most exhilarating experience I’d ever known—and it was only just beginning for us both!The End
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