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Chosen To Mate

Recently I got a call from a Tanzanian company, requesting certain parts
and equipment for their factory operations outside the coastal capitol
city of Dar es Salaam. The company spokesman told me that the chief
executive officer and his number one buyer would be coming over to the
states within the next month. This presented a problem. You see, since
my business is so competitive worldwide, there?s been a long standing an
under the table agreement that when a client comes in from overseas, our
company supplies female companionship to these big shots from abroad.
But, with business in a slump, and our capital running low, I knew I
couldn?t afford the high class companions which my East African guests
would expect.

At first I figured that a bit of investigative digging might be in
order. Through a friend in a noncompetitive industry, I discovered that
only the chief executive officer, a Mr. Ngoro, would be needing a
woman--preferably a white woman. The buyer was a very devout Muslim who
did not believe in extra-marital relations for religious reasons. Okay,
one down! But that still left me with a problem.

Now my wife, Carol, and I both knew, from the girls we used before, that
black African men, especially East Africans, had a reputation for
extremely large cocks which worked in our favor as we tried to find some
interest in some of the ?less expensive companions.? The only problem
being that these ?less expensive girls? were either really dumb, really
ugly, or totally lacking in the social graces. We couldn?t find one girl
who fit the bill the way we hoped. In fact the best we could expect was
some plain Jane with big teats whom we hoped would keep her mouth shut.


?Great,? I finally griped. ?We?re so close to a Tanzanian contract that
we can taste it, and the best we can find is a second-rate Elly Mae
Clampett who?d rather not be seen in public with blacks.?

?Listen to me,? Carol said. ?I have an idea. Nobody knows how important
this is more than I do. Let?s skip the cost of the agency girls and
spend that money on wining and dining both the Tanzanians."

"Honey,? I sighed. ?You?re beautiful and smart, and I love you, but we
still have the quandary of how to handle overnight companionship for our
CEO guest.?

?Just leave that to me,? Carol suggested straightforward. ?On the day
the men arrive, you won?t introduce me as your wife. I?ll be just
another round-heeled secretary from the temp agency. The client gets
laid. We get a half a million dollar contract, and nobody needs to know
the truth but you and me.?

?I don?t like it,? I replied. Was I jealous? Of course I was. Carol and
I had been married for seven years, since we were both in our twenties,
and now we were both in our thirties--I?m thirty-six and Carol is
thirty-two. We have two children ages four and three, and needless to
say I wasn?t too thrilled about giving my brown-blond haired wife up to
some hotshot African CEO.

?Do you see any other choice?"

"No. Damn it! You?re not going to do it.? But I could see from the look
on her face that I was going to loose this argument. Suddenly Carol?s
interest had peaked at the prospect of actively getting into the
unofficial service end of our business. ?A half a million dollar
contract!? Those were her last words, and I knew I?d lost.

On the day of CEO Jawal Ngoro?s and buyer Phillipe Mugo-Maringa's visit,
Carol took more care getting ready for work than usual. Her hair was
shining from a beauty shop touch-up, her make-up was applied perfectly,
and she was dressed in sexy black suspenders, seamed stockings, black
knee length skirt with a daring split to the thigh and yellow silk
blouse without a bra. I could clearly see her prominent light red-brown
nipples showing through the translucent silk. She topped off the
ensemble with a black scarf which didn?t hide a thing, in fact her scarf
called attention to her see-through blouse.

Mr. Ngoro and Mr. Mugo-Maringa arrived at our office dead on time. Both
were very handsome black men. Mr. Ngoro was the youngest of the two,
being in his late twenties, but I clearly saw that he was superior to
his companion in a fashion which I had at first perceived as strictly
business. To top it all off, Mr. Mugo-Maringa insisted on my calling Mr.
Ngoro ?Sir,? as if I were inferior to both of them. Sitting at her desk,
pretending to type, my Carol looked at Mr. Ngoro with undisguised
admiration. Jealously I wondered if he?d noticed her look as well, but I
decided to get down to business. The three of us went into my office,
and, knowing that she couldn?t stand being left out, I called Carol in
to take notes. She positioned herself so that her split skirt revealed a
good length of stocking clad thigh. Her gorgeous legs were always her
finest attribute, and I got an instant hard on with her blatant display
to Mr. Ngoro. While Mr. Mugo-Maringa's eyes nearly popped out of his
head. Still Mr. Ngoro just smiled calmly. But as we laid out the plans
for the equipment sales, I noticed that mentally Mr. Ngoro was beginning
to lay out plans for Carol. I sent her out for some cool drinks, while
we discussed the deal. Jawal Ngoro said that he would be willing to go
back to his hotel to think about it, but, if he had a woman with him for
the night, it might influence his decision . By then I had changed my
mind about Carol staying with him, and I offered to call up my most
reliable and most expensive agency, but Ngoro stopped me by saying, "How
about your secretary, Carol, would she like to spend the evening with us?"


I explained that Carol was married, but he insisted, "I hope that
doesn?t change things. I like Carol very much, and she appears to be
attracted to me. She has a very lovely body, don?t you think, Phillipe?"
Mr. Mugo-Maringa sighed in a disapproving way. ?She?s very lovely, yes.?

I went out to see Carol and put it to her, adding that I didn't think it
was such a good idea, but immediately she went back into the office and
thanked Mr. Ngoro for his kind offer. Carol agreed to go out with them
for the evening providing I came along with them. Now that surprised me.
Mr. Mugo-Maringa suggested that I bring my wife along too, but I said
she was staying with a friend for a few days. Carol giggled, surprised
at my lie. We arranged to rendezvous with the two men later that
evening. I told them that I?d pick up Carol at her home, and then drive
over to meet them at their hotel.

Like an excited child, Carol dressed for the evening. As always, she
looked divine, wearing a little black party dress over skimpy undies and
sexy garters and stockings. Then I noticed her G-string thong was so
tiny, it crept right up her crack. God, my hard on became painful. She?d
gotten herself all done up for her first black African; so I made sure
she had a good supply of condoms in her bag as I thought that after
Jawal Ngoro fucked her that night, he probably would want to have a go
at her in the morning as well. Needless to say, I both wanted to put
that thought out of my head while I entertained the strange thrill of my
wife being taken by this particular East African man. I was bothered. I
just couldn?t figure out which way.

We met the two black men at their hotel, and I drove to the expensive
restaurant which Mr. Ngoro had chosen. Carol sat in the back seat of the
car with Mr. Ngoro, while Mr. Mugo-Maringa road up front with me. I
could hear her giggling as he asked her if her husband minded her being
out on her own. Looking directly at me in the rearview mirror she said,
"What he doesn?t know won?t hurt him, besides, he's a bit of an old
duffer anyway. A woman needs more than a man like him."


They all had a good laugh at ?her husband?s? expense, and I joined in
for appearances. As we drove on, I heard Carol sigh. I glanced round to
see Mr. Ngoro kissing her. Her legs were wide open and his black fingers
had dropped furtively between her white thighs. We nearly had an
accident as I swerved into the oncoming lane, and Phillipe Mugo-Maringa
admonished me to concentrate on my driving.

Once we?d reached the restaurant, and had gotten seated--with the help
of a picture of Ulysses S. Grant, I might add--Carol became very
excitable, especially when Jawal nibbled on her ear lobe. About an hour
and possibly five rounds of drinks later, Mr. Jawal Ngoro surprised the
hell out of me by openly handing me Carol?s damp panties to look after.
My wife was luminous, her skin flushed and her eyes shined as Jawal
continued to finger her underneath our table. I could tell that while
Mr. Mugo-Maringa was displeased, Mr. Ngoro had become delirious with
sexual excitement. As for Carol, well, she?d gone into heat.

After the meal I offered to run them back to their hotel but Mr. Ngoro
said that since my wife was away, why not go back to my place for drinks
and whatever else. What could I do or say? I needed the contract and I
realized that for the first time in my life I might see or at least hear
my wife being fucked by another man. My stomach twisted, and I began to
sweat. I was supposed to be upset--not turned on.

Once back home I fixed everyone a drink and saw to the baby-sitter,
while checking on Carol?s and my children up in their beds, making sure
they were asleep. When I returned, Carol had put some music on and was
dancing with Jawal Ngoro. He?d hitched her dress up in back and his
hands clutched at her naked bottom, his fingers dug into her butt crack
to clasp her tightly against him. Their lips joined in a sensual kiss,
and Carol threw her arms slinkily around his neck, drawing his face down
to hers. I couldn't help myself, I moaned softly, and a dribble of
watery semen seeped out to stain my briefs.

Jawal Ngoro sat my wife down on our plush sofa and pulled her dress up
around her hips. Carol responded by removing her dress entirely,
unzipping Ngoro?s fly, and tugging his dress slacks down past his knees.
While I gazed at my wife's sleek white body, I heard her whimper "Oh my
god! Just look at you!"

Then I received one of the biggest shocks of my life. I was looking at
the largest cock I?d ever laid my eyes upon, and of that I'm absolutely
certain. He still hung down partly flaccid, but already his dick was
more than ten inches long. His masculinity dangled between his legs like
some horse?s huge rubbery member.

Unsettled by looking at his slowly erecting cock, Carol paled. Slowly
she took his monster in her dainty hands and gently started massaging it
with her tiny fingers. I couldn't see how she was going to take such a
titan organ into her loins without it having split her in two.

I was shaken out of my stupor by Phillipe Mugo-Maringa who reached over
to me and pushed me down to my knees. He informed me that if I was so
intent upon watching, then I better slip between Carol's long legs and
lick her labia and pussy in order to prepare her for Mr. Ngoro. As in a
dream, I obediently did as I was told, lapping my tongue up and down the
full length of Carol's gash, feeling her pussy buck in my face. I heard
her moaning so I looked up to see her licking and sucking Ngoro's slick
black cock, its fat black head squeezed itself clear from his foreskin,
now fully erect and probably longer than a foot in length. His penis
stood straight out like a fleshy black version of a policeman?s nightstick.


I tried to go back to eating Carol?s pussy, when Mr. Mugo-Maringa pulled
me away. He threw me to the side as Jawal Ngoro moved between Carol's
splayed legs. I could just see her holding onto his massive shaft. Now
guiding that huge shining black eight-ball of a knob between the soft
dribbling folds of her labia, Carol gasped out in consternation. After
he raised her stockinged legs up over his shoulders, Carol whispered
something into Jawal?s ear. Then Mr. Ngoro laughed and shook his head.

?I never wear one of those,? Jawal announced.

Wear one of what? I thought. Suddenly I realized Mr. Ngoro meant that he
wouldn't wear a condom, but I was certainly in no position to try to
stop him. Carol must have sensed it as well, because after a quiet sigh,
she just resigned herself to taking his long thick dick as he continued
to feed it into her yawning pink pussy.

God, how she squealed as he took her. Realizing just how big he was,
Carol twisted and turned as Jawal worked himself up inside her. I saw
tears streaming down her cheeks. All I could do was stare as he pressed
his thick cock inside her tight pink sheath. Sobs racked her body as
Jawal forced inch after inch inside. When Ngoro had pushed close to
eleven inches inside her, Carol begged him to go slower. However,
although her loins fought him as he rammed in and out, there was no
stopping him now. Suddenly he?d thrust all the way inside her womb, his
balls nestling against her loins. Ngoro just stood there moving his hips
gently back and forth.

Soon Carol began to respond. Her cries of distress turned slowly into
sobs of pleasure. She started to work her loins against him, grinding
her hips into him, while he leaned over her, letting Carol do all the
work. Gasping under such exertion, Carol shuddered and then squealed
right into a tiny climax, which turned out to be the first of many that
night.

He pulled her down to the floor with her legs stretched over his
shoulders, and then, kneeling purposefully over her, Ngoro fucked her
hard. Meanwhile, aching ecstatically under him, Carol whimpered. For
over forty minutes he drove Carol from one orgasm to the next until,
wracked with passion, she was too weak to move. Ngoro carried on
regardless of her misgivings, pausing only briefly to regain his
composure or catch his breath.

Finally he no longer bothered to hold himself back, and Carol sensed
that Jawal Ngoro was about to climax. Throwing away all caution, Carol
was urging him, indeed, begging Jawal to spray his cum inside her. He
continued to increase his speed and his pace, fucking her harder and
faster. When Jawal came, Carol was frantic with both fright and delight,
shrieking loud enough to be heard throughout the house.

I rushed upstairs to make sure that the kids weren?t awakened by the
noise. When I came back downstairs, Phillipe Mugo-Maringa pushed me
towards Mr. Ngoro saying: "We must thank my chieftain for allowing us to
watch him mate with this woman, then we must leave otherwise it will be
on insult to him." Phillipe went up to Mr. Ngoro and said: "Thank you,
sir, for the honor you have bestowed upon me." Bowing slightly, I
repeated Philipe?s words.

?Drive me back to the hotel,? Phillipe demanded. ?I?ll need to get
cleaned up and bring a change of clothing for my chieftain.? I resented
being away from Carol and the house for the two hours it took to
complete that errand, but all I could do to console myself was to think:
?Five hundred thousand dollars.?


	

Since my mind was full of what I had seen earlier, I didn't get much
sleep that night. Frequently my thoughts were interrupted from the
sounds of our bed creaking upstairs. I listened to Carol moan and squeal
as Jawal Ngoro took her again. Once I heard one of the kids get up to go
to the bathroom after one of those particularly loud moments when
Carol?s cries of delight became too boisterous. Unknowingly she?d awoken
our four year old daughter, Beth, but I intercepted my little girl
before she rushed headlong into our bedroom. Funny, I found myself
tucking my little baby back into her bed, while her mother was fucking
someone other than her father in my bed. But, I knew down deep that I
actually enjoyed hearing the sounds of my wife being fucked by that
massively endowed black African.

The next morning that snoop Mugo-Maringa uncovered proof that Carol was
in fact my wife and not my secretary. The most obvious thing we didn?t
consider were the various wedding photos and family portraits in the
den. Phillipe was adamant about striding into the bedroom to inform his
chieftain of our duplicity, but I stopped him by suggesting that he
allow Mr. Ngoro to sleep. Tomorrow would be soon enough to tattle on us.

However Jawal Ngoro made his own discovery soon enough when our three
year old son walked into our bedroom, where she and Jawal had fallen
asleep intertwined in each other?s arms and tried to shake Carol awake
by calling out ?Hey, mommy! I?m hungry.? Groggy Carol directed him by
saying: ?Greg, go ask your father."

"No, mommy! I want you to fix it.?

Mr. Ngoro called out in Swahili for Mugo-Moringa to come into the
bedroom. Both men traded information before they asked us why we?d gone
through our elaborate deception. ?Was it merely for the sake of getting
our business, or had we done this before??

Carol fielded that question beautifully by telling them that she?d
convinced me to go along with this charade for the sake of her own
excitement over the exciting prospect of humbling herself respectfully
and sexually to Mr. Ngoro. But Jawal Ngoro appeared to be genuinely
hurt. Angry, he let slip that he had been hoping to find a white
mistress while he was in this country, and last night Carol seemed to be
the perfect candidate. Carol consoled him by whispering to him that she
thought his idea would make a splendid arrangement.

Mugo-Maringa and I stood by watching my naked white wife lean close to
Ngoro?s ear to politely ask the naked black man standing in my bedroom
if the two of them could continue their relationship. Ngoro signaled
that Carol and I should leave our own bedroom while he talked to Mugo
Maringa. So I escorted my naked wife out into the hallway.


	

?What do think you?re doing?? I asked her. ?Overseas mistress?"

"I?m saving both of our asses,? she replied. ?And the company contracts,
as well.?

The two African men conversed in privacy for a long time. We continued
to wait. Carol couldn?t even get dressed. All of her clothes were in the
bedroom.

After ten minutes Phillipe called out for us to return to the bedroom.
Jawal Ngoro beckoned Carol to his side and asked her something in a
voice so low that I couldn?t overhear. Carol nodded her head and then
nestled her soft white body into his arms so that she could kiss him
right in front of Phillipe Mugo-Maringa and me.

They told me that if I agreed to have Carol go back to Ngoro's hotel
room each night for the remaining two weeks of his visit, the business
contract would continue. I looked at Carol and she signaled for me to
agree to that condition. I had a lot of unspoken reservations, but, I
consented to their terms. Before she accompanied him back to his hotel,
I asked Carol what he?d said to her in private. Blushing red, she said
she?d tell me later.

Jawal Ngoro didn?t leave at the end of the two weeks, although Phillipe
Mugo Maringa left for Tanzania after a few days. Carol continued to meet
Mr. Ngoro at his hotel for lunch every day and each night after work.
Under our agreement, Carol could come home to see the kids and me once a
day for breakfast and a change of clothes. Finally after seventeen days,
Carol came into the office with a big fat contract signed, sealed, and
dropped on my desk.

?This is a six year contract. Potentially it?s worth more than three
million dollars per year.? she beamed. My mouth dropped open. ?Three
million!"

"Oh, and I saw Jawal off at the airport before I came in to the office."

"He?s leaving? I?m surprised."


"Once we?d completed our part of the bargain, Jawal found urgent
business back home in Tanzania.?

?So we?ve completed our part of the bargain?? I asked her. ?Oh yes,?
Carol answered. ?We bought a home pregnancy test three nights ago, and I
tested positive. So he took me to a clinic to have me tested by a doctor.?

?Are you pregnant?? She nodded. ?That was our bargain all along."

"And you?re sure the baby?s his?"

"Well, I am his overseas mistress.?
I soon received a personal e-mail from Phillipe Mugo-Maringa telling me
that it is a great honor to have my wife chosen to mate with such an
important man. He said that they all hope that I truly understand the
importance of the bargain. Carol knows that her child will be well taken
care of by Mr. Ngoro and his company. I sent Phillipe Mugo-Maringa back
an e-mail with eight words: ?I understand. Be assured I?ll do my best.?

The fact is Carol could hardly wait until the baby was born, so that she
and Jawal might enjoy renewing their intimacy. A little over ten months
later Mr. Ngoro returned to our home. This time he traveled alone. It
hadn?t been more than seven or eight weeks since Carol had delivered the
surprise butter brown baby which had so flustered our family and
friends. She?d told me that she hadn?t healed enough from Katrinka?s
birth yet to allow me to reassert my own husbandly rights to sex with
her, and then came the cable from East Africa informing us of Jawal
Ngoro?s impending flight and arrival time at the airport.

On that day I stayed at the office to give Carol the opportunity to meet
him at the airport while allowing Ngoro some private time to share with
Carol and the baby. When I returned home later that afternoon, Jawal
Ngoro was sitting there in our house chatting with Carol and looking
contentedly at his little girl. Things were different this time. Now
both relaxed and pleasant natured, Mr. Ngoro stood up to gave me a hug
in greeting. I noticed that he and Carol were lounging in comfortable
terrycloth robes talking. I could see Carol?s white breasts jutting out
from the open folds of her robe as baby Katrinka suckled at her large
nipples now brown from hormonal changes. Neither of them had a stitch of
clothing on underneath their robes, and I was dying to ask them if
they?d already been to bed together, but I held back, not wanting to
insult him.

I could tell that my wife still found him engaging by the way she hung
on his every word. The flirtatious looks she gave him, as their eyes met
over the caramel colored infant girl that he?d fathered, spoke more than
the proverbial thousand words. I could tell Carol was bonded to him
still, and Jawal obviously had planned on staying at our home for as
long as he possibly could.

Then Mr. Ngoro dropped a quiet little bomb on me. ?Carol has agreed to
extend the length of your contract with my country for another five
years. I hope that is welcome news.?

In plain language, Jawal was telling me that he and Carol were trading a
brand new five year contract for another baby. I swallowed the lump in
my throat. ?Yes. Yes, of course. That?s...that is wonderful news. Is
this what you really want, Carol??

She smiled at me and nodded her head. ?I?ve already asked mother if she
can watch the kids at her place for a week, so that Jawal will have
someplace to sleep while he?s here.? Carol had asked that for the
children?s benefit. It was apparent to all of us that Jawal would be
sleeping in her bed for the rest of his stay.


	

I added more fuel to the fire when I asked Ngoro if he was pleased to
see the baby. Jawal replied that he was delighted, adding how happy he
was to see his how his own East African features sculpted into his
daughter?s coffee colored face even as her dark lips nursed at her
mother?s pale breast. I too understood his emotional excitement. Every
time Carol nursed her little mixed race darling, I found myself staring
in awe at the way Katrinka?s dark maple skin contrasted against her
mother?s milky breasts. Yet, there was so much of Carol in Katrinka?s
soul, that it was easy to see how much like mother and daughter they
really were.

?We?re going to put the baby down in her crib.? My heart raced as she
exchanged a knowing look with me. ?Would you mind taking the other kids
out for fast food tonight? It?ll be a treat to have them out of the
house for a while. Our guest has had a long trip and he really needs to
get to bed.?

Carol told me later that Jawal smiled as he entered the bedroom and saw
that we had purchased such a beautiful infant crib. He was touched by
the fact that he and Carol would be together in the same room with their
baby daughter. Ngoro pushed the door closed, and after Carol put the
baby into the crib, he moved towards her. Carol told me that her legs
turned to jelly. As he pulled her body to him she pressed her face
against his and raised her lips in expectation. Ngoro gently kissed
Carol's face, neck and ears and with urgency building up, then Carol
told me that she?d initiated a new kiss--plying her tongue into his
mouth while they fondled each other.

Carol felt Jawal's penis grow, its hardness prodded against her abdomen
as he slowly ran one hand up to her breasts and the other beneath her
robe to feel her buttocks. Soon loosened and peeled away from her
shoulders, Carol?s eyes followed her robe to the floor. Jawal Ngoro
slowly lowered his kisses to her neck and breasts, gently tonguing her
erect nipples. Carol gave herself totally to Ngoro's seduction as he ran
his hands along her abdomen to feel her pubic mound and slip his index
finger into her moist, warm pussy, fondling her clit. Undoing Ngoro's
terrycloth wrap, Carol pressed her breasts against his well-muscled
chest. Her hands trembled as she reached down lightly with her fingers
to caress his huge, hard erection. Carol felt Jawal's hands pushing her
shoulders down, and she obediently knelt before him. Gasping as his
enormous erection sprang forth from the enclosing robe, Carol continued
to play with and caress the African?s large black cock. Soon his robe
too joined the other clothes strewn on the floor. As he ran his hands
through Carol's hair Jawal moaned when she gently kissed the bulbous
head of his ebony shaft, opening her mouth wide to accept it. Once in
her mouth Carol licked and lathered it with her tongue. Carol told me
later that she was still amazed by the size of Jawal's penis. Even when
gripped by two hands, it seemed that over half his erected length was
still exposed. Carol spent ten minutes carefully kissing and licking the
length of his black cock.

Delaying his orgasm, Ngoro asked Carol to stop, and he then pulled her
up from the floor so they could lay down on the bed together. At this
point Carol told me that she asked Ngoro to be careful as she was not
totally healed from Katrinka?s delivery. Ngoro was lying on his side,
his giant penis erect and menacing. He looked the perfect male specimen
with rippling stomach muscles, a slim waist and strong thigh muscles.
His body had that wrought iron color which shown blue-black against the
white bed sheets or the pale whiteness of my wife. Undeterred, Ngoro
reached for Carol. ?I plan on being very careful,? he said.

As he pulled my wife onto the bed, Carol lay back as Jawal parted her
legs and massaged her pussy beneath the brown blonde thatch of pubic
hair. Moving between her legs, Ngoro leaned forward and, holding his
penis, rubbed the pool ball sized head up and down my wife's labia,
prodding deliberately at her clit. Carol swooned and moaned as she
arched her pubic mound upwards to coax Jawal into her.

After Ngoro nudged the head of his prick between Carol's pussy lips, he
pushed softly forward. Carol's pussy lips parted and stretched wide to
accept the enormous head. She gasped out, ?Oh shit, I forgot how
incredible you are!? Jawal Ngoro slowly pushed his manhood into her,
inch by inch until their pubic hairs joined in total union. It still
seems incredible to me that Carol's body could accommodate such a
monster cock. Gripping her hips and buttocks, he cautiously began to
thrust in and out, his balls slapping against my wife's bottom. Carol
undulated beneath him, meeting each of his thrusts with an upward arch
of her pelvis. Ten months from the time she?d last fucked him, Carol
remembered the thrill of accommodating his length and breadth all over
again.

Her first orgasm was sweet and powerful. She gripped him with her legs
as she sobbed through her shattering climax. Urging Ngoro not to stop
until he too reached his peak, Carol felt his body shudder, and Jawal
spewed his living sperm into her.

The baby was beginning to fuss, so Carol took time out to change her
diaper and nurse her back to sleep. ?The various medical books say that
nursing a baby delays a woman?s ovulation and her ability to become
pregnant,? Carol pointed out. ?In my country?s experience, we find that
fact to not necessarily be true."

"Really?"

"Often women who are nursing one infant find themselves quickened with
yet another.?

Afterwards she and Jawal rested in each other's arms, kissing
passionately. Although their passion flared anew, the result was
surprisingly brief. Jawal Ngoro rolled my wife over onto all fours and
positioned himself behind her. He primed his erection by rubbing his
penis between her buttocks. Again, as his penis pushed into her cunt, it
seemed impossible that its massive girth and length should not cause
unbearable pain. But no, stretched from the delivery of his baby, Carol
accepted him willingly. Gripping Carol's hips, Ngoro pulled my wife
towards him with each inward thrust and pushed her away with each
outward movement so that she jerked back and forth. Carol lasted only a
few minutes under his vigorous onslaught, and then her arms collapsed as
she orgasmed, crying out into the pillow. Making no attempt to withdraw,
Ngoro came soon afterwards, leaving rivers of sperm dribbling out of
Carol's pussy and flowing down her legs.

At the end of the first week and approximately thirty some episodes by
my reckoning, Carol took her first home pregnancy test. It was negative.

She took a cab to the office the next morning in order to meet privately
with me. ?Jawal wants me and the baby to fly back to Dar es Salaam with
him.?

?What?? I shouted. ?When did this come about?"

"It?s only for a month or so, dear.? Carol replied. ?He wants to show
Katrinka off to his family."

"And show her mother off to his friends,? I suggested. ?What about the
contract??

?We?ll ?firm up the details? in Dar es Salaam.? Such a wonderful
euphemism. Jawal Ngoro would be firm all right. In fact, he?ll be
totally erect, and as for the details, that meant that Carol would
conceive and carry a second black embryo in her womb.

?Only a month,? I said. ?You mean it?"

"Only a month.? Carol came into my arms and gave me a long kiss. ?It?ll
go by quickly, darling. I promise. Good-bye.?

?You mean you?re leaving now?"

"Yes. I dropped Beth and Greg off at mother?s. I couldn?t tell her.?
I?ll bet she couldn?t. Finally I said: ?Please, don?t go, Carol.?

?I?ll bring a brand new contract home with me when I return.?

Stunned all I could do was to nod. Suddenly my wife, my best client, and
their baby were going to go half-way around the world, and, for some
reason, I suspected the worst. This one month might stretch out over an
eternity. As she left, I knew that I?d lost my Carol forever.
























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