The following story is conventional in its approach, but unlike many others, it is told consistently to the end.
The idea came to us when we saw a report on the difficult destiny of young refugees on television.
"We should really do something about this, get involved somehow," said Laura, who had always had a strong social conscience.
When she was younger, she had been active with the Green Party's youth organization. Now at 32, she had largely left the wild days of political involvement behind. She worked part-time from home as an editor for a publishing house and otherwise took care of the children, little Jonas, 5, and his big sister Livia, who had just turned 8. It wasn't until last year's Black Lives Matter protests that she had attended a demonstration for the first time in years, along with some old friends.
Her husband Paul, 40, cautiously agreed: "Yeah, sure, what did you have in mind?"
"I don't know exactly but let me do some research tomorrow to see what possibilities there are," his wife replied.
The next day Laura found out that there was currently a government program aiming to better integrate young refugees into society. It had been shown that young people who had been taken into care by German families as minors turned out much better integrated than those, especially in the 18-21 age group, who were already too old for such programs, but who would still benefit from ****** integration and guidance. For such refugees, a model project was being set up, and they were looking for families who wanted to participate. Paul was surprised. He had rather thought of doing a few hours of voluntary work in a refugee home. But Laura eventually convinced him. After Laura had met with an employee of the refugee aid program, she was really on fire for the project, as Paul noticed. He had always liked his wife's philanthropic, committed, and feminine nature.
A few weeks later, the doorbell rang and Omar was standing at the door. When the ****** welcomed their new member, Paul was very surprised. He had imagined a refugee boy in need of help as shy and skinny. Omar was a tall (at least 1,95 meters, 6'5") distinctly muscular young man with a handsome masculine face and deep black skin. His countenance was open and friendly but at the same time clearly very self-confident. Officially, Omar was 20 years old. Like so many people seeking a better future for themselves and their children in Europe, he had claimed to have "lost" his Nigerian passport when he arrived in Germany. To be considered a minor at the time, he had pretended to be younger. Therefore, in reality, Omar was at least 5 years older than described in his German documents.
During the greeting, Paul noticed that Omar's gaze remained fixed on Laura for a bit too long. He couldn't blame the young man. She looked gorgeous on this early summer day. Her long brown hair flattered her beautiful face and her skin was already evenly tanned this year, which Paul envied her for. He himself always remained pale and at most occasionally turned red. She wore a blue summer dress, which, although not provocative, emphasized her great figure. Her waist was slim and slender, thanks to a consistent sports and nutrition program. At the same time, her breasts, which had grown during her pregnancies, were large and surprisingly firm, much to Paul's delight. In short, Paul was used to his wife attracting glances on the street and he was proud to be her soulmate and husband, despite his rather unathletic figure and somewhat nerdy character.
Without any shyness, Omar joked with the children and lifted little Jonas up in the air. After a moment of hesitation, Jonas found this quite amusing. His ***, who stood at only 1.73 meters (5'8"), could certainly not lift him that high. The afternoon went pleasantly. Omar turned out to be a friendly and interested young man. He was thrilled to have his own room for the first time in his life. Laura and Paul had cleared a room for him next to their bedroom. They had had in fact always planned to use the room for a third child. Unfortunately, to their disappointment, Laura had not become pregnant again and they had given up hope. She was currently on the pill again.
Paul and Laura had a very honest trusting relationship. So in the evening in bed, Paul told his wife how intimidated he had been by Omar in the first moment.
Laura giggled, "Did the big black man scare you? Gee Paul, yes, Omar is a big boy, but think about it: This is clearly an unconscious racist reflex. I bet you perceive him to be more physically intimidating than you would if he was a white man. Don't you think? "
"So you did not find Omar as intimidating at first?", Paul asked his wife.
Laura thought about it for a moment, "I'd be lying if I said I didn't. But I guess that's also due to his confident demeanor. Growing up in a troubled country like Nigeria, I'm sure you learn to behave like that in the streets from a young age".
"What's most important is that Omar has turned out to be a really likable guy," Paul added.
"Exactly, I think he fits wonderfully into our ******," Laura replied.
After they had been silent for a while, Paul casually began to gently massage Laura's beautiful back with one hand. She closed her eyes with pleasure. However, when his hands moved around her slender waist, Laura's body stiffened.
She gently pushed his hand away and said, "Not today; I don't feel like it."
For several years, Laura's sexual interest had been waning. She blamed it on her age and found nothing unusual or unsatisfying about it. While Paul would have enjoyed making love to her all the time, they now only had sex every few weeks. When they did sleep with each other, Laura claimed to enjoy the sex, even though she very rarely came to orgasm.
Today, however, Paul did not give up. A short discussion followed in which Laura, half to Paul's surprise, let herself be talked into it. Unfortunately, Laura did not really get into the mood. Laura rarely wanted to give Paul a blowjob because she claimed his penis smelled too strong to her and neither did she particularly appreciate being eaten out by him. Paul didn't have much desire to rummage with his tongue in her pubic hair either, which she had hardly shaved for some time out of convenience. Paul had already ***** several beers that evening with Omar and so his penis was once again not very hard and it took him a long time to reach orgasm. Laura, who didn't even come close to an orgasm, was annoyed and asked him several times to finally come.
Over the next few weeks, Omar settled in well with the ******. He attended a German school but still had a lot of free time. He often looked after the children when Laura had to work, which relieved her a lot. His relationship with them was soon great. They romped and joked with him or sat on his lap. Omar was Muslim, but not a particularly strict one. He did not eat pork but had no problem with alcohol or unveiled women. Omar's most important hobby was sports of all kinds. As was evident at first glance, he lifted weights, but he also liked to go running. Since Laura was also an enthusiastic runner, the two soon used to go running together. Paul was happy for his wife, who was very communicative and rather reluctant to run alone. One Sunday morning, when the children were with their grandparents, Paul decided to accompany Omar and Laura on their run. Unfortunately, it wasn't long before he was completely out of breath, while Omar and Laura hardly had to exert themselves. After the two of them had jogged along beside him, chatting easily for 30 minutes, while his head grew redder and redder and he puffed like a grampus, Paul had enough. With somewhat mortified pride, he insisted that the two should run the remaining distance at their own pace. He would follow the more slowly. When Laura and Omar refused, Paul became angry.
He just stopped and hissed, "Now run already. This sucks!"
Seconds later, as the black giant and Paul's petite wife turned the next corner side by side in front of Paul's eyes, he couldn't help but feel a slight twinge in his heart. To his surprise, however, the humiliation was mixed with another emotion: arousal. Paul's penis was rock hard. As he did not understand the feeling himself and was ashamed of it, Paul tried hard to think about something else.
The temperatures were rising, summer was coming. About a month after Omar moved in, Paul and Laura decided to visit a lake with the whole ******. As usual, they went to a little-visited part of the lake, where they were mostly alone. Laura had worn her bikini under her clothes and quickly peeled out of her summer dress before helping the children. Paul watched as Omar let his gaze slide over her tanned body. Her bikini panties were skimpily cut, emphasizing her tight bottom. Even though the bikini top was relatively closed, it gave more than a hint of her beautiful full breasts. Laura also seemed to have sensed Omar's gaze because she looked up and briefly gave him an irritated look and asked him directly:
"In Africa, bikinis are not so common, I heard, or how is that Omar?"
"Yes, you are right. At most, girls from the small upper class wear them for Instagram, or girls in music videos of gangsta rappers." The adults laughed.
"Well, don't expect me to start twerking here," Laura remarked. "Remember: bikinis are the most normal thing in Europe."
The next shock for poor Omar came when Paul made an effort to get rid of his shorts and boxers to slip into his swim trunks.
"You Germans are an exhibitionist bunch," groaned Omar, who was standing next to Paul with his swim trunks in hand.
"Haha, now don't be such a prude, Omar. Just quickly take off your clothes and get into your swim trunks," Paul remarked amicably.
When they stood next to each other naked for a few seconds, a bizarre moment occurred: both men secretly cast a very brief, seemingly random glance at each other's penis, driven by a curiosity that was probably evolutionarily anchored. For a second, Paul thought he had become aware of something triumphant in Omar's gaze. But maybe he had only imagined it. Paul hadn't shaved his genital for years, so his penis, which was smaller than average anyway, could only be glimpsed in his bush. Omar's was quite different. The young man apparently fulfilled physically every cliché that people had of Africans. As far as Paul could tell, his cock was not only very long but also impressively girthy with a thick circumcised glans.
In the following minutes, Paul noticed Omar gazing admiringly at Laura's body a few more times.
As Omar went in the water to play with the children, Paul said: "Honey, this may be a little awkward now, but have you seen the way Omar has looked at you several times now?"
"Yes, that I have noticed. I think it was culturally very insensitive of us to put Omar in this situation here without any preparation. After all, it is indeed hardly anywhere in the world that things are as permissive as here in Europe. No wonder Omar gets overwhelmed by it," his wife replied. "And you even forced him to get naked. ...at least the good guy won't have to suffer from a penis complex," she added with a grin: "He's really reinforcing racist stereotypes in that area."
Surprised, Paul looked at his wife: "You looked between the legs of our foster son?"
"Um yeah, maybe a millisecond. He was standing right in front of us after all; I could hardly help it", Laura defended herself, blushing.
"You know what I think?" Laura asked. "I think Omar needs a girlfriend. I guess it's normal for a young man with no experience with girls and no way to.... you know... that he's confused there when he sees a woman in a bikini for the first time. Unfortunately, I have heard that refugees have a hard time with German girls. They are discriminated against, I've read."
"Laura, we don't even know what Omar does when he's not at home. He does have friends, and you know he's stayed out all night several times already."
Minutes later, when Paul was lying on his back again, he couldn't get one thought out of his head:
"Laura looked at Omar's cock! Why? Just to see if the stereotype was true? Does she find him attractive?" He noticed his penis getting hard involuntarily. His pulse went fast and fantasies involving naked Omar and Laura rose in his mind without him being able to fight it. "What was that all about?" Paul felt ashamed but was more aroused than he had been in many years.
A few days later, when Paul, Laura, and Omar were sitting together for a beer in the evening, Laura innocently asked Omar how things were going with the girls in Germany. At first, Omar charmingly evaded the question. However, in the course of the conversation, it turned out that there were indeed girls in his life. It had seemed inappropriate for him to talk about the issue to his ******, let alone bring a girl home with him. Laura explained that in Germany it was no problem for a young man to take a girl home sometimes and that they would be happy to meet his girlfriend if he ever had one.
Meanwhile, Paul had more and more daydreams about Laura and Omar. He was in a more positive sexual mood than he had been in a long time. A few weeks later, when he was shopping with Laura, they passed a sexy jogging outfit with modern tight-fitting yoga pants and a belly-baring top. Laura usually wore worn-out other clothes for running, but Paul kept talking her into it until she warmed up to the outfit, for functional reasons of course, and they bought it.
The following weekend, Paul arranged to spontaneously go running with Laura and Omar. He suggested that they would continue at their normal pace for two-thirds of the distance and split up from there. As he ran next to them, he deliberately increased the speed. While this wasn't much of a challenge for Paul and Omar, Paul was soon red, drenched in sweat, and gasping for air.
"Hey Paul, what's wrong?" complained Laura, "You're in terrible shape!".
Paul convinced the two to leave him behind. Seconds later, as Omar and Laura jogged away from him side by side, he watched them with his heart pounding. The tall muscular black man in his loose-fitting muscle shirt ran close to petite Laura whose tight-fitting pants stressed her sexy curvy butt and whose slim waist was sexily accentuated by her new belly-baring outfit. Slowly he walked off, watching them until they disappeared behind a corner: What an attractive couple! His penis was rockhard. At home, he masturbated three times in a row in the shower and pensively watched as his sperm was washed down the drain.
Not a month had passed since their day at the lake when, late that evening, Omar stepped into the living room where Paul and Laura were watching TV and asked if his girlfriend could spend the night with him tonight. Curiously, Laura and Paul scrutinized the young girl whose hand Omar was holding. She was an attractive blonde teenage girl in a miniskirt and skimpy top. She wore a lot of makeup and looked shyly at the floor. Omar introduced her as Jennifer.
"So, you want to spend the night here?" asked Laura the girl.
"Yeah, unfortunately my bus doesn't leave again until tomorrow," Jennifer replied, giggling.
As Paul and Laura lay in bed half an hour later, it was strangely quiet. Paul wondered if Laura was also trying hard to register anything from the next room. In fact, it took only a few minutes for sounds to be heard from there. Jennifer seemed to moan. Over minutes her noises increased and soon incessant rhythmic sounds of pleasure could be heard from the young girl. Occasionally there was also a deep sound that seemed to come from Omar's massive chest. At one point, a squeezed "...fucking best… best… cock" was clearly audible from Jennifer's mouth.
Laura and Paul knew they had brought this noise nuisance on themselves and tried their best to read their books. After the noise had swelled on and off for about 30 minutes, it became very loud and ended in a long-drawn suppressed scream of pleasure.
At first, the couple thought they could finally sleep in peace, but the lustful noise began again after only a few minutes.
"He goes on already?" asked Laura with raised eyebrows, "Wow!"
Paul's penis immediately became hard. Laura, lying close to him, noticed it. To his great surprise, her hand grabbed the penis and began to jerk it slowly. Paul gasped and stopped her hand. This was too hot. They had to slow down. When his hand sought and found her pussy, he noticed that she was soaking wet. He refrained from commenting on this so as not to disturb the magic of the moment. As Jennifer's lustful moans swelled again from the next room, Paul began to stroke Laura's dripping pussy.
"Put it in me, Paul, now," Laura begged him. Without effort, his penis slid into her wet and already lustfully dilated pussy. Paul began to fuck her slowly and carefully.
"Faster!" instructed him Laura, who kept her eyes closed. "Fuck me faster and harder".
Paul did as he was told, but the situation was too hot for him: after only a few seconds, Paul's semen poured uncontrollably into Laura. Feeling Paul's penis shrink inside her, Laura let out a disappointed snort and wordlessly turned away from him.
That night, the noises from the next room just would not seem to cease. Paul wrapped a pillow around his head and managed to fall asleep. When he awoke sometime later, it was silent, though it seemed as if their marital bed was now in motion. Breathlessly, Paul registered that Laura was moving rhythmically next to him, breathing heavily. It didn't take him long to understand that she was masturbating. He could also vividly imagine what she was thinking about. His penis got hard. Gently, he began to caress Laura's waist.
She stiffened, but he whispered to her," Keep going, please." Laura's rhythmic movements started again.
"That was pretty hot, the way Omar fucked that girl, wasn't it?"
"Mmm, yeah," his wife agreed distractedly after a moment's hesitation.
"You can fool me, you can fool yourself, but you do find Omar attractive, don't you? I find that totally understandable and I'm okay with it."
Laura hesitated. Then she answered uncertainly," Yes, for heaven's sake, yes. I do find him attractive. What am I supposed to do about it? Maybe it's better if he doesn't live with us anymore."
Paul smiled blissfully into the darkness, "Honey. Don't even think about something like that. I'm not jealous. How you feel is perfectly natural and no reason at all to throw poor Omar out the door. I have really grown fond of him. Don't let any outdated morals tell you who you like. As long as we love each other, everything is fine."
He kissed her gently as she opened her mouth to protest. "Keep stroking your pussy, please."
Laura kept silent and, with her eyes closed, actually began to masturbate again. After a few minutes, she came with a suppressed long moan.
A few days later, Paul gave Laura a popular science book as a present. It was well written and scientifically demonstrated that sexual monogamy is unnatural for women. Most women lose sexual interest in a long-term partner within a few years. They would now seem to be evolutionarily programmed to move on and get impregnated by a new partner. However, the feeling of love, which is based on non-sexual connection and shared experiences, keeps them from doing so. However, studies show that women who are in long-term relationships with sensitive affectionate men react with stronger arousal during their fertile days to men with strong masculine features who impress with macho behavior. Overall, women seem to naturally have a loving long-term partner, who takes care of them and the children, while at the same time cheating on their fertile days to secure the good genes of physically superior powerful machos for their further children.
Paul registered with enthusiasm that Laura was very impressed with the book and kept discussing individual aspects from it with him.
Over the next few weeks, Omar brought Jennifer home several more times. Paul and Laura could hardly hide their joy about this. The excitement in which the sounds of pleasure from the next room put Laura had even increased. Laura regularly wanted Paul to fuck her in these nights. Meanwhile, whenever he slept with her, Paul made sure to come early to keep her sexually unsatisfied and to increase her sexual desire.
One evening as Paul was still sitting in front of the TV with Omar having a beer, Paul praised Omar for the fitness program he was doing with Laura.
"Haha, your sweetie developed a really fancy booty," Omar agreed.
"You think it looks good?" asked Paul.
"Absolutely, you have a very sexy wife. I have to say."
"Oh, don't worry, I'm not a jealous man. Tell me, what do you like about her? Her breasts, her ass?" laughed Paul.
"You really want to know, huh? The overall package is just killer, man. Her pretty face, her flawless skin, her flat stomach... And her boobs and ass.... phew."
"You describe her well, I agree," Paul said with satisfaction.
Shortly after, Omar mentioned that "the thing with Jennifer" was now over. Paul cheered secretly and asked, with played sympathy, what had happened. Omar told him that while Jennifer was an animal in the sheets, she was a bit too stupid and immature for him to be his long-term girlfriend.
"I get that," Paul said, "And we also got that that you guys had good sex."
"Did you hear us?"
"You guys were hard to overhear. Haha. It was always porn for the ears."
"Sorry, but Jennifer could hardly contain herself."
"Don't worry about it... Um, I had the impression Laura even liked it a lot. She always got all horny."
"Really? Haha, glad if I could help your marriage sexually."
"No, honestly, Laura found the thought of how well you fucked this girl really hot... and the fact that she also finds you very attractive didn't hurt her horniness either".
Now Omar did seem surprised for a moment. "Oh yeah?"
"Yes, I think that's natural too. I don't mind it at all. On the contrary, I think our society still constricts women sexually far too much. You know what, I wouldn't even mind if she lived out her fantasies and slept with another man. Our love is strong, we are soul mates on so many levels and I just want her to be happy."
Omar looked at him with a laugh. "Another man, huh. Are you sure about that? Something like that can be dangerous."
"Yes, I'm absolutely sure," Paul affirmed.
The idea came to us when we saw a report on the difficult destiny of young refugees on television.
"We should really do something about this, get involved somehow," said Laura, who had always had a strong social conscience.
When she was younger, she had been active with the Green Party's youth organization. Now at 32, she had largely left the wild days of political involvement behind. She worked part-time from home as an editor for a publishing house and otherwise took care of the children, little Jonas, 5, and his big sister Livia, who had just turned 8. It wasn't until last year's Black Lives Matter protests that she had attended a demonstration for the first time in years, along with some old friends.
Her husband Paul, 40, cautiously agreed: "Yeah, sure, what did you have in mind?"
"I don't know exactly but let me do some research tomorrow to see what possibilities there are," his wife replied.
The next day Laura found out that there was currently a government program aiming to better integrate young refugees into society. It had been shown that young people who had been taken into care by German families as minors turned out much better integrated than those, especially in the 18-21 age group, who were already too old for such programs, but who would still benefit from ****** integration and guidance. For such refugees, a model project was being set up, and they were looking for families who wanted to participate. Paul was surprised. He had rather thought of doing a few hours of voluntary work in a refugee home. But Laura eventually convinced him. After Laura had met with an employee of the refugee aid program, she was really on fire for the project, as Paul noticed. He had always liked his wife's philanthropic, committed, and feminine nature.
A few weeks later, the doorbell rang and Omar was standing at the door. When the ****** welcomed their new member, Paul was very surprised. He had imagined a refugee boy in need of help as shy and skinny. Omar was a tall (at least 1,95 meters, 6'5") distinctly muscular young man with a handsome masculine face and deep black skin. His countenance was open and friendly but at the same time clearly very self-confident. Officially, Omar was 20 years old. Like so many people seeking a better future for themselves and their children in Europe, he had claimed to have "lost" his Nigerian passport when he arrived in Germany. To be considered a minor at the time, he had pretended to be younger. Therefore, in reality, Omar was at least 5 years older than described in his German documents.
During the greeting, Paul noticed that Omar's gaze remained fixed on Laura for a bit too long. He couldn't blame the young man. She looked gorgeous on this early summer day. Her long brown hair flattered her beautiful face and her skin was already evenly tanned this year, which Paul envied her for. He himself always remained pale and at most occasionally turned red. She wore a blue summer dress, which, although not provocative, emphasized her great figure. Her waist was slim and slender, thanks to a consistent sports and nutrition program. At the same time, her breasts, which had grown during her pregnancies, were large and surprisingly firm, much to Paul's delight. In short, Paul was used to his wife attracting glances on the street and he was proud to be her soulmate and husband, despite his rather unathletic figure and somewhat nerdy character.
Without any shyness, Omar joked with the children and lifted little Jonas up in the air. After a moment of hesitation, Jonas found this quite amusing. His ***, who stood at only 1.73 meters (5'8"), could certainly not lift him that high. The afternoon went pleasantly. Omar turned out to be a friendly and interested young man. He was thrilled to have his own room for the first time in his life. Laura and Paul had cleared a room for him next to their bedroom. They had had in fact always planned to use the room for a third child. Unfortunately, to their disappointment, Laura had not become pregnant again and they had given up hope. She was currently on the pill again.
Paul and Laura had a very honest trusting relationship. So in the evening in bed, Paul told his wife how intimidated he had been by Omar in the first moment.
Laura giggled, "Did the big black man scare you? Gee Paul, yes, Omar is a big boy, but think about it: This is clearly an unconscious racist reflex. I bet you perceive him to be more physically intimidating than you would if he was a white man. Don't you think? "
"So you did not find Omar as intimidating at first?", Paul asked his wife.
Laura thought about it for a moment, "I'd be lying if I said I didn't. But I guess that's also due to his confident demeanor. Growing up in a troubled country like Nigeria, I'm sure you learn to behave like that in the streets from a young age".
"What's most important is that Omar has turned out to be a really likable guy," Paul added.
"Exactly, I think he fits wonderfully into our ******," Laura replied.
After they had been silent for a while, Paul casually began to gently massage Laura's beautiful back with one hand. She closed her eyes with pleasure. However, when his hands moved around her slender waist, Laura's body stiffened.
She gently pushed his hand away and said, "Not today; I don't feel like it."
For several years, Laura's sexual interest had been waning. She blamed it on her age and found nothing unusual or unsatisfying about it. While Paul would have enjoyed making love to her all the time, they now only had sex every few weeks. When they did sleep with each other, Laura claimed to enjoy the sex, even though she very rarely came to orgasm.
Today, however, Paul did not give up. A short discussion followed in which Laura, half to Paul's surprise, let herself be talked into it. Unfortunately, Laura did not really get into the mood. Laura rarely wanted to give Paul a blowjob because she claimed his penis smelled too strong to her and neither did she particularly appreciate being eaten out by him. Paul didn't have much desire to rummage with his tongue in her pubic hair either, which she had hardly shaved for some time out of convenience. Paul had already ***** several beers that evening with Omar and so his penis was once again not very hard and it took him a long time to reach orgasm. Laura, who didn't even come close to an orgasm, was annoyed and asked him several times to finally come.
Over the next few weeks, Omar settled in well with the ******. He attended a German school but still had a lot of free time. He often looked after the children when Laura had to work, which relieved her a lot. His relationship with them was soon great. They romped and joked with him or sat on his lap. Omar was Muslim, but not a particularly strict one. He did not eat pork but had no problem with alcohol or unveiled women. Omar's most important hobby was sports of all kinds. As was evident at first glance, he lifted weights, but he also liked to go running. Since Laura was also an enthusiastic runner, the two soon used to go running together. Paul was happy for his wife, who was very communicative and rather reluctant to run alone. One Sunday morning, when the children were with their grandparents, Paul decided to accompany Omar and Laura on their run. Unfortunately, it wasn't long before he was completely out of breath, while Omar and Laura hardly had to exert themselves. After the two of them had jogged along beside him, chatting easily for 30 minutes, while his head grew redder and redder and he puffed like a grampus, Paul had enough. With somewhat mortified pride, he insisted that the two should run the remaining distance at their own pace. He would follow the more slowly. When Laura and Omar refused, Paul became angry.
He just stopped and hissed, "Now run already. This sucks!"
Seconds later, as the black giant and Paul's petite wife turned the next corner side by side in front of Paul's eyes, he couldn't help but feel a slight twinge in his heart. To his surprise, however, the humiliation was mixed with another emotion: arousal. Paul's penis was rock hard. As he did not understand the feeling himself and was ashamed of it, Paul tried hard to think about something else.
The temperatures were rising, summer was coming. About a month after Omar moved in, Paul and Laura decided to visit a lake with the whole ******. As usual, they went to a little-visited part of the lake, where they were mostly alone. Laura had worn her bikini under her clothes and quickly peeled out of her summer dress before helping the children. Paul watched as Omar let his gaze slide over her tanned body. Her bikini panties were skimpily cut, emphasizing her tight bottom. Even though the bikini top was relatively closed, it gave more than a hint of her beautiful full breasts. Laura also seemed to have sensed Omar's gaze because she looked up and briefly gave him an irritated look and asked him directly:
"In Africa, bikinis are not so common, I heard, or how is that Omar?"
"Yes, you are right. At most, girls from the small upper class wear them for Instagram, or girls in music videos of gangsta rappers." The adults laughed.
"Well, don't expect me to start twerking here," Laura remarked. "Remember: bikinis are the most normal thing in Europe."
The next shock for poor Omar came when Paul made an effort to get rid of his shorts and boxers to slip into his swim trunks.
"You Germans are an exhibitionist bunch," groaned Omar, who was standing next to Paul with his swim trunks in hand.
"Haha, now don't be such a prude, Omar. Just quickly take off your clothes and get into your swim trunks," Paul remarked amicably.
When they stood next to each other naked for a few seconds, a bizarre moment occurred: both men secretly cast a very brief, seemingly random glance at each other's penis, driven by a curiosity that was probably evolutionarily anchored. For a second, Paul thought he had become aware of something triumphant in Omar's gaze. But maybe he had only imagined it. Paul hadn't shaved his genital for years, so his penis, which was smaller than average anyway, could only be glimpsed in his bush. Omar's was quite different. The young man apparently fulfilled physically every cliché that people had of Africans. As far as Paul could tell, his cock was not only very long but also impressively girthy with a thick circumcised glans.
In the following minutes, Paul noticed Omar gazing admiringly at Laura's body a few more times.
As Omar went in the water to play with the children, Paul said: "Honey, this may be a little awkward now, but have you seen the way Omar has looked at you several times now?"
"Yes, that I have noticed. I think it was culturally very insensitive of us to put Omar in this situation here without any preparation. After all, it is indeed hardly anywhere in the world that things are as permissive as here in Europe. No wonder Omar gets overwhelmed by it," his wife replied. "And you even forced him to get naked. ...at least the good guy won't have to suffer from a penis complex," she added with a grin: "He's really reinforcing racist stereotypes in that area."
Surprised, Paul looked at his wife: "You looked between the legs of our foster son?"
"Um yeah, maybe a millisecond. He was standing right in front of us after all; I could hardly help it", Laura defended herself, blushing.
"You know what I think?" Laura asked. "I think Omar needs a girlfriend. I guess it's normal for a young man with no experience with girls and no way to.... you know... that he's confused there when he sees a woman in a bikini for the first time. Unfortunately, I have heard that refugees have a hard time with German girls. They are discriminated against, I've read."
"Laura, we don't even know what Omar does when he's not at home. He does have friends, and you know he's stayed out all night several times already."
Minutes later, when Paul was lying on his back again, he couldn't get one thought out of his head:
"Laura looked at Omar's cock! Why? Just to see if the stereotype was true? Does she find him attractive?" He noticed his penis getting hard involuntarily. His pulse went fast and fantasies involving naked Omar and Laura rose in his mind without him being able to fight it. "What was that all about?" Paul felt ashamed but was more aroused than he had been in many years.
A few days later, when Paul, Laura, and Omar were sitting together for a beer in the evening, Laura innocently asked Omar how things were going with the girls in Germany. At first, Omar charmingly evaded the question. However, in the course of the conversation, it turned out that there were indeed girls in his life. It had seemed inappropriate for him to talk about the issue to his ******, let alone bring a girl home with him. Laura explained that in Germany it was no problem for a young man to take a girl home sometimes and that they would be happy to meet his girlfriend if he ever had one.
Meanwhile, Paul had more and more daydreams about Laura and Omar. He was in a more positive sexual mood than he had been in a long time. A few weeks later, when he was shopping with Laura, they passed a sexy jogging outfit with modern tight-fitting yoga pants and a belly-baring top. Laura usually wore worn-out other clothes for running, but Paul kept talking her into it until she warmed up to the outfit, for functional reasons of course, and they bought it.
The following weekend, Paul arranged to spontaneously go running with Laura and Omar. He suggested that they would continue at their normal pace for two-thirds of the distance and split up from there. As he ran next to them, he deliberately increased the speed. While this wasn't much of a challenge for Paul and Omar, Paul was soon red, drenched in sweat, and gasping for air.
"Hey Paul, what's wrong?" complained Laura, "You're in terrible shape!".
Paul convinced the two to leave him behind. Seconds later, as Omar and Laura jogged away from him side by side, he watched them with his heart pounding. The tall muscular black man in his loose-fitting muscle shirt ran close to petite Laura whose tight-fitting pants stressed her sexy curvy butt and whose slim waist was sexily accentuated by her new belly-baring outfit. Slowly he walked off, watching them until they disappeared behind a corner: What an attractive couple! His penis was rockhard. At home, he masturbated three times in a row in the shower and pensively watched as his sperm was washed down the drain.
Not a month had passed since their day at the lake when, late that evening, Omar stepped into the living room where Paul and Laura were watching TV and asked if his girlfriend could spend the night with him tonight. Curiously, Laura and Paul scrutinized the young girl whose hand Omar was holding. She was an attractive blonde teenage girl in a miniskirt and skimpy top. She wore a lot of makeup and looked shyly at the floor. Omar introduced her as Jennifer.
"So, you want to spend the night here?" asked Laura the girl.
"Yeah, unfortunately my bus doesn't leave again until tomorrow," Jennifer replied, giggling.
As Paul and Laura lay in bed half an hour later, it was strangely quiet. Paul wondered if Laura was also trying hard to register anything from the next room. In fact, it took only a few minutes for sounds to be heard from there. Jennifer seemed to moan. Over minutes her noises increased and soon incessant rhythmic sounds of pleasure could be heard from the young girl. Occasionally there was also a deep sound that seemed to come from Omar's massive chest. At one point, a squeezed "...fucking best… best… cock" was clearly audible from Jennifer's mouth.
Laura and Paul knew they had brought this noise nuisance on themselves and tried their best to read their books. After the noise had swelled on and off for about 30 minutes, it became very loud and ended in a long-drawn suppressed scream of pleasure.
At first, the couple thought they could finally sleep in peace, but the lustful noise began again after only a few minutes.
"He goes on already?" asked Laura with raised eyebrows, "Wow!"
Paul's penis immediately became hard. Laura, lying close to him, noticed it. To his great surprise, her hand grabbed the penis and began to jerk it slowly. Paul gasped and stopped her hand. This was too hot. They had to slow down. When his hand sought and found her pussy, he noticed that she was soaking wet. He refrained from commenting on this so as not to disturb the magic of the moment. As Jennifer's lustful moans swelled again from the next room, Paul began to stroke Laura's dripping pussy.
"Put it in me, Paul, now," Laura begged him. Without effort, his penis slid into her wet and already lustfully dilated pussy. Paul began to fuck her slowly and carefully.
"Faster!" instructed him Laura, who kept her eyes closed. "Fuck me faster and harder".
Paul did as he was told, but the situation was too hot for him: after only a few seconds, Paul's semen poured uncontrollably into Laura. Feeling Paul's penis shrink inside her, Laura let out a disappointed snort and wordlessly turned away from him.
That night, the noises from the next room just would not seem to cease. Paul wrapped a pillow around his head and managed to fall asleep. When he awoke sometime later, it was silent, though it seemed as if their marital bed was now in motion. Breathlessly, Paul registered that Laura was moving rhythmically next to him, breathing heavily. It didn't take him long to understand that she was masturbating. He could also vividly imagine what she was thinking about. His penis got hard. Gently, he began to caress Laura's waist.
She stiffened, but he whispered to her," Keep going, please." Laura's rhythmic movements started again.
"That was pretty hot, the way Omar fucked that girl, wasn't it?"
"Mmm, yeah," his wife agreed distractedly after a moment's hesitation.
"You can fool me, you can fool yourself, but you do find Omar attractive, don't you? I find that totally understandable and I'm okay with it."
Laura hesitated. Then she answered uncertainly," Yes, for heaven's sake, yes. I do find him attractive. What am I supposed to do about it? Maybe it's better if he doesn't live with us anymore."
Paul smiled blissfully into the darkness, "Honey. Don't even think about something like that. I'm not jealous. How you feel is perfectly natural and no reason at all to throw poor Omar out the door. I have really grown fond of him. Don't let any outdated morals tell you who you like. As long as we love each other, everything is fine."
He kissed her gently as she opened her mouth to protest. "Keep stroking your pussy, please."
Laura kept silent and, with her eyes closed, actually began to masturbate again. After a few minutes, she came with a suppressed long moan.
A few days later, Paul gave Laura a popular science book as a present. It was well written and scientifically demonstrated that sexual monogamy is unnatural for women. Most women lose sexual interest in a long-term partner within a few years. They would now seem to be evolutionarily programmed to move on and get impregnated by a new partner. However, the feeling of love, which is based on non-sexual connection and shared experiences, keeps them from doing so. However, studies show that women who are in long-term relationships with sensitive affectionate men react with stronger arousal during their fertile days to men with strong masculine features who impress with macho behavior. Overall, women seem to naturally have a loving long-term partner, who takes care of them and the children, while at the same time cheating on their fertile days to secure the good genes of physically superior powerful machos for their further children.
Paul registered with enthusiasm that Laura was very impressed with the book and kept discussing individual aspects from it with him.
Over the next few weeks, Omar brought Jennifer home several more times. Paul and Laura could hardly hide their joy about this. The excitement in which the sounds of pleasure from the next room put Laura had even increased. Laura regularly wanted Paul to fuck her in these nights. Meanwhile, whenever he slept with her, Paul made sure to come early to keep her sexually unsatisfied and to increase her sexual desire.
One evening as Paul was still sitting in front of the TV with Omar having a beer, Paul praised Omar for the fitness program he was doing with Laura.
"Haha, your sweetie developed a really fancy booty," Omar agreed.
"You think it looks good?" asked Paul.
"Absolutely, you have a very sexy wife. I have to say."
"Oh, don't worry, I'm not a jealous man. Tell me, what do you like about her? Her breasts, her ass?" laughed Paul.
"You really want to know, huh? The overall package is just killer, man. Her pretty face, her flawless skin, her flat stomach... And her boobs and ass.... phew."
"You describe her well, I agree," Paul said with satisfaction.
Shortly after, Omar mentioned that "the thing with Jennifer" was now over. Paul cheered secretly and asked, with played sympathy, what had happened. Omar told him that while Jennifer was an animal in the sheets, she was a bit too stupid and immature for him to be his long-term girlfriend.
"I get that," Paul said, "And we also got that that you guys had good sex."
"Did you hear us?"
"You guys were hard to overhear. Haha. It was always porn for the ears."
"Sorry, but Jennifer could hardly contain herself."
"Don't worry about it... Um, I had the impression Laura even liked it a lot. She always got all horny."
"Really? Haha, glad if I could help your marriage sexually."
"No, honestly, Laura found the thought of how well you fucked this girl really hot... and the fact that she also finds you very attractive didn't hurt her horniness either".
Now Omar did seem surprised for a moment. "Oh yeah?"
"Yes, I think that's natural too. I don't mind it at all. On the contrary, I think our society still constricts women sexually far too much. You know what, I wouldn't even mind if she lived out her fantasies and slept with another man. Our love is strong, we are soul mates on so many levels and I just want her to be happy."
Omar looked at him with a laugh. "Another man, huh. Are you sure about that? Something like that can be dangerous."
"Yes, I'm absolutely sure," Paul affirmed.
- Next: Chapter 02
