New Trends In Modern Marriage

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New Trends In Modern Marriage[This one’s inspired once again by my friends A & T!]Our wedding might have seemed, at least outwardly, somewhat ‘conventional’, but what neither of my wife’s parents, nor mine knew, was our honeymoon was going to be a significant departure from what they were likely assuming it would be. Had they known, they would have likely raised a number of objections, so that was why we had not told them anything about it.For most newly wed couples, the night of their honeymoon was going to be comprised of a lot of sex; and though sex was definitely on the list for that evening, it would not be between my new bride and I! The reason for that was that Mandy and I had made plans with someone else, a recent immigrant from Senegal, by the name of Habib, to impregnate Mandy instead of me. You can see why we didn’t tell either of our parents about this! Eventually, of course, as the time came for Mandy to give birth, we would definitely have to reveal the truth that I had obviously not been it’s father! But I’m getting ahead of myself.After the wedding service was over, and after the wedding reception was winding down, Mandy and I were antsy to get away, and get to the hotel room, but our parents wanted to take pictures, and their were other friends and relatives who wanted to congratulate, etc. etc. During all that, I got a text message from Habib asking when he should meet us at the hotel; and I texted back that we’d be leaving the reception sometime ‘fairly soon’, and that as we did, either I, or Mandy, would text him and let him know.But finally, there came the time where we could leave! No one else there knew, of course, what our particular plans were for later, and I found that strangely exciting. Also, what no one else but Mandy knew, I was wearing my brand new CB 6000 chastity device. I’d worn it all through the wedding ceremony, and no one had been any the wiser. I actually didn’t need to wear such a thing. I wasn’t going to have sex with Mandy on our wedding night; but still, it just added an extra layer of excitement and adventure for the wedding itself! In fact, the way Mandy and I had agreed prior, I wouldn’t be removing the chastity device until the next day; well after she izmir escort and Habib had spent however long they both wanted it to be, fucking (and hopefully leaving my new bride with at least one fertilized egg as a result!Our families had seen our marriage as that: a relatively conventional marriage, and a monogamous marriage at that, but that wasn’t what we had in mind. What we both wanted was a cuckolding-based, and, more than that, but the babies Mandy and I both wanted would all (every last one of them) be with different men, rather than with me! In particular, we were both very committed to these other men, these other fathers, all originating in Africa. That was the bottom line. That was why Habib was meeting us later at our honeymoon hotel room!Mandy and I had always been disturbed by the blatant racism we often heard and saw around us, and after we’d been dating a while, we discovered that both of us were interested in doing something concrete, something lasting, something that could be easily undone, about that—and the most effective, the most impactful, could be only one thing, interracial breeding! As for myself, I felt that Caucasian males ought to voluntarily step out of the baby-making picture, and turn that over to ‘men of color’, instead; and Africa was the first such source that occurred to both of us.The choice of Habib had not been a quick decision. In fact, the very idea of someone other than myself getting Mandy pregnant, was a very serious consideration! She and I talked, and talked about the many implications and ramifications of such a decision; but in the end, and after considering four other possible ‘candidates’ (over a period of almost five months), Habib came out as the clear winner in all the categories we had brought to the idea! He was young (28 at the time); he was intelligent; a funny sense of humor; he was very handsome; and lastly, but not least of the other considerations, he had a LARGE cock (10 plus inches in over all length)! We’d even asked him to get a fertility test (which we paid for, naturally), and his numbers were considerably higher than average, and much more fertile than my own sperm had tested at! So, all that remained was a time in which to do izmir escort bayan the deed; and we’d decided that the most perfect time would be on our very own honeymoon night!So, we hugged our families goodbye, and thanked them for all the support they’d given us, and we took off for the hotel room; trying not to seem overly eager, which wasn’t easy to do, but for reasons other than our families were assuming.Habib met us downstairs at the hotel about an hour later. By then, Mandy and I had had a chance to relax a little, and change clothes and freshen up. Though Habib was nervous at first (a perfectly understandable and natural thing), things between Mandy and he heated up relatively quickly; and I stayed (largely) out of the way. I wanted to see them together, but I didn’t want to hog all the attention, or distract them from the primary objective of the evening; and as the evening proceeded, which was the most exciting, and exhilarating experience of my life, I was able to move about fairly quietly and take quite a number of photographs, as well as some excellent videos, of Mandy and Habib as they had some quite energetic sex!Wearing the CB 6000 was an interesting experience, too. Though I do not have a cock nearly the size as Habib’s, the sight of his plowing, fervently, Mandy’s pussy, made it grow as erect as the device would allow; and as it did, there was a curiously ‘pleasurable’ discomfort because of it! I was constantly wanting to touch my cock, to stroke it, to even masturbate to an orgasm—but such a device wouldn’t let that occur, unless I removed it, and removing was not part of our plans for that evening!We got to the hotel around 10:00 that evening, and by the time Habib and and Mandy had finished fucking, it was nearly 4:00 early the next morning! At the time, time itself had seemed to either stop, or didn’t matter, and when Habib did leave (sleepy, but happily exhausted), we were all three as tired—but happy with the way everything had gone! It couldn’t have gone any better, in fact. You can’t out-perfect perfection!Mandy lay curled up under the sheets as Habib finally left, and thanked him as he was leaving. “That,” I said, “was fan-tastic, Habib. Thank you SO much!” I shook escort izmir his hand, and then he left. I watched him as he headed down the hallway to the elevator. When he stepped into the elevator, I waved. He waved back, and that was that.Mandy was sleepy, and I pulled the other covers up over her, and I kissed her on the forehead as she smiled sleepily up at me. “Your beautiful!” I said.”I am?””Of course you are!” I said, smiling back at her. “Now, go to sleep. Your tired.””What are you going to do?” She asked.”Nothing much. You go to sleep. I’ll see you when you wake up.” I stood up and switched out the light. I left the bath room light on, as a nightlight for when I came back to the room.I went down the elevator to the lobby and then out the front doors and stood under the entryway awning, and breathed in the cool, early morning air. A slight breeze was blowing. A few of the brighter stars were still out, even with the city lights, and I stood still, thinking about what I’d witnessed up in our hotel room. Did I feel—uncertain about what had just happened? Did I feel afraid? I felt none of that. What I felt, as I stood there in the still-dark early morning air, was ebullient. Nor did I doubt that Mandy could very well be pregnant by Habib. They had certainly fucked enough! I wasn’t sure just how many times Habib had ejaculated his sperm into my brides pussy, but, it seemed like at least three, and possibly four such times. Certainly that was more than enough to get Mandy pregnant. Then, there was the fact that we’d timed our ‘honeymoon’ plan for as close to her peak ovulation cycle as possible.Perhaps the only thing I might have been worrying about was how we’d break the news to our families that I was not the father of the baby Mandy was likely to have; but, we’d think of something. We’d have to! Or, if we didn’t tell them beforehand, they’d certainly realize that when they first saw the baby. Then the questions would begin! But I wasn’t going to spend too much time thinking about that now. First things first. The most important thing being—the health of Mandy, and the c***d!(Addendum: As for my orgasm—I kept the CB 6000 on until later that morning, and Mandy took it off, and I masturbated with an urgency I’d rarely felt before! The intensity seemed to be definitely related to the fact that my sperm had played no part whatsoever in Mandy’s possible pregnancy! Such, I suppose, is the nature of a cuckold!)The End

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