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Sands of Agadir

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Sands of Agadir[ For my friends A&T—and for all those interracial cuckold lifestyle couples out there! ]The day before, Mara had fucked three of the four African men we’d made plans with months earlier, all at the same time—and the memory of that was still very fresh in my mind as we sat outside on the beach together. The wind off the Atlantic ocean stirred the slender palm trees above us, and the salty scent of the sea, mixed with that of the Jasmine and Oleanders, made for an exotic effect.I glanced over at Mara as she was laying back on the beach chair, and I smiled to myself and felt my cock stirring behind the fabric of my swim trunks. My eyes soaked up the sight of her slender, scantily clad figure. Her flesh glistened slightly from the sunscreen she was wearing. Also, I kept thinking of those three young and eager African men, and the exhilaration I felt as they devoured her with such unfeigned, and uninhibited lust; and now, some twelve hours later, Mara was likely still carrying a certain amount of each of these young studs sperm inside of her, and each competing with the other to reach, and then fertilize at least one of her very fertile eggs. My cock stirred yet again as I thought of this.There were other couples s**ttered around on the beach. Some, or so I surmised, were there for at least similar reasons to ours. In fact, here and there, I saw a number of white couples, setting either on towels, or on beach chairs like Mara and I were, and chatting (and flirting?) with one or more of the tall, well-muscled, and very handsome African men that dotted the beaches there; and seeing that, I smiled. Mara and I were definitely not the only white couple on vacation who were there for much more than volleyball and sight-seeing! In fact, if I sat there quietly, and for long enough, I could feel a certain amount of the sexual energy that was flowing around us.Beneath the outward surface appearances, there was a tremendous amount of sexual lust behind nearly everything there! We had known this, of course, before we made our reservations; just as we had when we’d been to Kenya the year before, where Mara and I had gone in order for her to become pregnant with the first of the African fathered babies she kaçak iddaa and I were planning on her having over the years to come.Setting there, watching a young African man squatted down talking and smiling with a slightly older white couple (Germans), I had a vivid image of the slightly plump, curly-haired blond on her back, with her legs spread wide as the young man talking and smiling, was fucking her with that characteristic enthusiasm that African men seem to have so much of! I kept watching him as he edged slightly closer to the woman. The man accompanying her, her husband, ostensibly, quietly looked on, not saying much; except to watch his wife and the young African man as they chatted. The expression on his face (the husbands, that is) was similar to that of other married men I’d seen there in similar circumstances. Fascination was one word for it. None seemed to express the slightest amount of discomfort or jealousy. Jealousy seemed to be the most rare and scares commodity there! I understood that very well myself.”Someone’s going to get fucked,” I heard Mara saying; and I turned to look over at her and saw that she was indicating the same couple I’d been watching while I thought my wife was asleep.”Looks like it,” I replied.”He’s very handsome,” Mara added, referring to the young, muscular African.”He is,” I replied in agreement.For a few minuets neither of us said anything more. Then Mara broke the silence.”Am I a slut?””What?” I said, turning my head to look over at her.”Do you think I’m a slut?”We made eye contact, and even though we were both wearing sunglasses, I could see Mara’s eyes looking through hers into mine.”I don’t think of you as a slut,” I answered her, without any hesitation.”Really? Why?””Because your my wife,” I said. “And,” as I went on, “I love you! Why would I think of you as a slut?””I’ve fucked other men,” was her reply. “Doesn’t that make me a slut?””No,” I said. “That does not make you a slut. Don’t put a name, or a label, on yourself. I don’t like labels. Especially that sort of label. Your my wife. That’s what matters most to me—and your happiness, as well. Everything else is secondary to me.”We looked into each others faces for a long moment or so. Then she smiled, and kaçak bahis we leaned over and kissed each other. Once again, my cock stirred behind my swim trunks as our mouths touched, and our tongues briefly slid over the others. Then as we sat back, we noticed the German couple getting up off the sand, shaking out their towels, and then they, and the young African man as well, made their way back in the direction of the hotel complex where we ourselves were staying.”I was right,” Mara said. She meant her prediction that the slightly chunky blond German woman was about to get fucked by the young African man she and her husband(?) had been chatting with.We both turned to watch them walk away. As they did, we noticed the ‘husband’ had taken all the towels and other beach items, and was following behind his wife and the African man; who was now holding the woman’s hand in his as they made their way from the beach.”Oh yes,” Mara said, smiling faintly. “She’s about to get properly fucked.”Watching the threesome walking away made my cock throb with the memory of having seen Mara fucking those young African studs earlier.”Take notes!” I said, referring to the ‘husband.'”Yes,”Mara added. “But, without a big black cock to go with those notes…what difference will it make?”She turned to face me. She reached out and caressed my face, and she said: “Sorry!” (Meaning her reference about cock size.)”It’s okay,” I replied. “It’s the truth!””Come here,” Mara said, as she leaned towards me over the arm of the beach chair. “Kiss me!”I eagerly did just that.”You know I love you. Right?” She said, looking intently into my face and eyes.”I’ve never doubted that,” I replied, and in all sincerity, I’d never considered Mara wanting to fuck other men (and especially black African men) as a sign that she didn’t love me. I understood very well that I had neither the big cock, nor did I have that special coloring that Mara was so intrigued by. So, to just be Mara’s husband was quite enough to be thrilled over. Besides, and though it might have seemed at odds with the way most husbands thought, I preferred masturbation to intercourse. I had fully accepted the fact from before Mara and I were even married, that my cock would never truly satisfy illegal bahis her as a woman ought to be satisfied; and so, with my penchant for masturbation already well established in my mind, it hadn’t been difficult to step aside and let Mara enjoy a big, and beautifully black, cock!As we were getting ready to go back to our hotel room to take a shower and get something to eat, my phone buzzed. It was from one of the young African men Mara had fucked the day before.”It’s Hamid,” Mara said, reading the text.”Oh?””He wants to know if he could drop by later tonight,” she said, looking up from the phone.”Why not?” I replied.”It’s okay if he does?””Of course!” As I said that, my cock stirred once again, and I glanced down as saw it pushing against the flimsy fabric of the swim trunks; and as I did, I shifted the towel I was carrying so that it would disguise my erection from the rest of the guests setting there.Mara replied to Hamid’s text.Hardly a moment passed before he replied.I watched Mara read his reply. She was smiling broadly. Once again, my cock stiffened in response.”He will be over at eight ‘o’ clock!”We made our way back to the room and took a shower. We did so together, and my cock remained erect the whole time. Mara loved seeing that, and though rare, she took my cock in her hand, and with the warm, soapy water flowing over us, she stroked my cock until I ejaculated (which didn’t take very long)!”Oh, god–yes”, I said facing Mara as I watched mys sperm shooting out the end of my cock head, splashing against her thigh, and then sliding down as the warm water washed my warm sperm down and into the drain; but I didn’t care about that. I didn’t plan on getting Mara pregnant anyway, so it didn’t matter what the fate of my sperm was.As she stroked my cock, and as I was ejaculating my sperm, Mara was also kissing me, and she did with such tender sensitivity, and yes, love! There was love between us in that moment. There was no doubt of that.I thanked Mara for relieving me in that way. Then we toweled off and got dressed to go get something to eat.Down in the restaurant the two of sat having a wonderful Moroccan dish. As we sat there, I felt wonderfully relaxed now that I’d had an orgasm. Now I could focus more directly on Mara when Hamid came by later in the evening; sexually satisfied, in my own way, and happy to assist both of them in their own particular needs—as any true cuckold husband ought to.The End

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