Omar is stronger than Daddy

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.

In the following days, Paul had the feeling that the relationship between Laura and Omar began to change. Both seemed to occasionally cast short glances at each other. Paul had the impression that they were also seeking physical contact, accidentally touching each other at times. The two of them also talked more often, and Laura often giggled girlishly at Omar's cocky stories and silly jokes.

This development stimulated Paul. His whole previously uniform and predictable life had taken on a new excitement and color. Finally, he brushed aside all his misgivings and decided to go all out. It was amazingly easy to purchase tiny Internet-enabled spycams on the Internet and install them virtually undetectable in Omar's room as well as in their marital bedroom. High-definition and night vision were, of course, included. He aligned the field of view with the bed in each of the two rooms.

The big opportunity came when the children spent a few days with their grandparents. For a while, Paul had been pitching Laura the idea of going out to party in a club for the first time in ages. Laura was surprised about this suggestion, Paul had never been a big clubber, but she agreed. Since Omar went out almost every weekend, it made sense to spend the evening together. Why not try out a real urban hip-hop club with him.

That evening, Paul made a small dinner and soon after began to mix cocktails for everyone. Laura in particular, was soon tipsy and in high spirits. When they got dressed up, Paul encouraged her to put on a tight top with a revealing neckline, as well as skin-tight pants. When she stood in front of Omar shortly after, all made up for the first time, he seemed to be speechless. She looked breathtaking.

Later, on the dance floor, Paul danced with Laura. While Laura was a good dancer and moved gracefully to the beat, Paul, who lacked any sense of rhythm, felt completely out of place, as he always did in clubs. As the evening progressed, they found Omar again, who had disappeared into the crowd at the beginning. He was now dancing tightly with a beautiful black girl in a very low-cut minidress.

After they had danced next to each other for a while, Paul turned to Omar and whispered to him, asking whether they might want to swap partners for a song.

Omar raised his eyebrows and laughed. "Yeah, is that what you want? Okay."

Omar says a few words in his dance partner's ear. Laura didn't protest as Paul pulled Omar over to her and turned to the black beauty himself. She looked at Paul questioningly but rather disapprovingly. Although Paul was now really trying his best to get into the dance she turned away from him wordlessly after only a short time and began to dance with a tall black man who had been casting glances over at her for some time.

Now it was Paul who disappeared into the crowd. He did not want to inhibit Omar and Laura by his presence. 20 minutes later, he returned and sat down at the bar not far from them. He watched the couple and enjoyed the hot scene in front of him: The two were dancing closely and Laura moved gracefully guided by Omar's strong arms. Sometimes he turned her so that her beautiful butt was grinding rhythmically between his legs. Sometimes the tall black man and the petite brunette danced facing each other. Initially, Omar's hands held Laura's hips, then they moved down to her buttocks, seemingly without her protesting. The dance grew tighter and tighter, Laura's body seemed to seek more and more frequent and permanent contact with Omar's crotch.

Then there was a crucial moment: the two had unknowingly moved closer to Paul. Omar's back was turned to Paul, and, as if briefly awakening from a deep trance, Laura looked into her husband's eyes. Paul smiled at her, nodded and made an encouraging head movement. Laura seemed to be having second thoughts. Paul nodded again affectionately. Laura returned his nod, turned away from him, and abruptly kissed Omar on the mouth. Aroused, Paul watched Laura kissing Omar's dark brown soft big lips more and more passionately. The french kissing continued for minutes. Both were soon gently touching and caressing their dance partner's body as they continued to move to the rhythm of the music. It seemed as if Laura could not get enough of Omar's abs and his massive upper arms in particular. She now had one of Omar's knees between her legs and rubbed her crotch against it with circular motions of her hips.

Paul could hardly tear himself away from the hot sight, but he knew he had to act quick now. Discreetly, he got up and left the club. On his way home, Paul sent Laura a Whatsapp message:

"Have a little fun tonight. Treat yourself to something. You don't have to worry about me. I'm happy when you are. I love you and you love me too, I know that."

He went home, got his things, and went to the hotel room he had rented for tonight. He wanted to be sure his presence in the house would not keep Laura and Omar from what they certainly wanted to do. In the hotel room, he booted up his computer connected to the spycams and waited.

Paul had almost fallen asleep when the door to Omar's room suddenly opened after another hour. Paul's penis immediately hardened.

Omar pulled Laura into the room, who seemed a little tipsy but not *****, and the two kissed standing. Laura's hands went under Omar's T-shirt, caressing his muscles. Then she pulled the shirt up, revealing his muscular upper body. She began kissing and licking his defined abs, while her hand went inside his pants, where something large began to rise. Astonished from what she was groping, she looked up at Omar's face. She undid his belt and pulled down his pants and underpants. Omar's mighty black cock immediately rose and stood steel-hard and upright in front of Laura's face.

"Wow, Omar, wow. Your cock is... wow".

Omar laughed: "Well, where I come from it's not that unusual either, but here..."

Almost shyly, Laura reached for the beautiful big cock in front of her and kissed it. Before she could take it into her mouth, however, Omar pulled his shaft away upward.

"Balls first, that's the rule with me," he said.

Laura giggled and began to lick Omar's ball sack with dedication, taking it in her mouth and spoiling his big heavy balls with her tongue for minutes while gently stroking his cock. Omar, meanwhile, gently stripped her of her top and bra, ******** her big beautiful breasts. Soon Laura's tongue went up his thick shaft, her tongue played around his glans, which then disappeared between her lips. With visible enthusiasm, she blew Omar's huge black cock. Moving up and down, her mouth made smacking noises. She unsuccessfully tried a deepthroat and she repeatedly moved her tongue down to Omar's balls and up again.

"Look into my eyes," Omar commanded several times.

She complied with his request staring into his eyes with dreamy eyes, without interrupting her work. Meanwhile, Omar stroked her head and fucked her mouth again and again with gentle movements. He also repeatedly patted and stroked Laura's face with his hard cock, which Laura let happen smiling, with her eyes closed.

Finally, Omar pulled Laura back to her feet and the two kissed passionately while Omar pushed her backward onto his bed. He pulled down her pants and Paul noticed with surprise that she was wearing a thong. Usually, she claimed that those were too uncomfortable for her. When the thong landed on the floor right after, Paul also realized that Laura's pussy was freshly shaved. Maybe "someone" had suspected this was going to happen...

Omar started kissing the insides of Laura's thighs and his tongue moved to her pussy. Laura lay on her back moaning with pleasure as she rhythmically thrust her hips toward Omar's mouth, who held her buttocks with his strong hands. Laura's moans increased and when Paul already thought she was going to cum, she gasped:

"Put it in me, please, put it in me!".

Omar grabbed her slender waist and pulled her to him. Then he started to press his thick black cock against her pussy.

"Wait, we do need a condom," Laura said softly.

"Do we have to? I don't like those things and here in Germany, they're usually too small for me," Omar countered.

Laura escaped his grip, rolled to the side and pulled a pack of condoms from her purse.

"XXL," she giggled.

"Are these Paul’s?" asked Omar with a grin.

"No, Paul... doesn't need those."

"Then how long have you had them in there?"

"Oh, a while," Laura said quickly, ripping open a packet and rolling the condom onto Omar's cock. It just barely fit.

"Now fuck me already, please, I can't wait any longer!"

Omar stroked her pussy, which was glistening with wetness, and again started to press his thick now rubber-covered glans against Laura's pussy. Then he penetrated her. Laura exhaled deeply. With each of his smooth hip thrusts, Omar penetrated deeper into Paul's wife.

Laura moaned loudly and lustfully,"Ohhh yeah, keep going. This is so fucking hot!"

To Paul's amazement, Omar was soon able to slide the full length of his huge cock into Laura's pussy and was now fucking her with deep pleasurable thrusts. It didn't take a minute for Laura's moans to increase into cries of pleasure, which Paul had never heard from her mouth before. Her chest and head were flushed and her legs began to tremble.

"I'm commmingg," she moaned.

This was what it looked like when Laura came? Paul had never seen her like this.

Omar, meanwhile, kept fucking her. He leaned in toward her and the two kissed passionately. Laura stroked Omar's well-toned upper arms and muscular back as she returned his thrusts rhythmically. Her beautiful full breasts bounced back and forth. The contrast of the hunky black man's deep dark color and the petite white woman was spectacular.

At that moment, Paul made a mistake: he came. His semen poured out onto the floor. Instantly, his impression of the images on the screen changed. Oh God, what had he done. Had he destroyed their marriage? He could hardly look now. Feeling sick, he closed the laptop and went to the bathroom, where he threw up. Sleep, it would probably be best to sleep now. Without further ado, he pulled two fast-acting sleeping pills from his travel bag and swallowed them. As he lay in bed a few minutes later, he realized his mind wandering back to his wife. He noticed that she apparently had not even read his Whatsapp message yet. This meant that she hadn't given any more thought to his whereabouts. What a little horny bitch! His excitement increased again. Maybe he should start the laptop again? Before he could decide, Paul had fallen asleep.

Due to the sleeping pills, Paul woke up late the next day, which was a Sunday. He immediately rushed to his laptop but found Omar's bed to be empty. He packed up his things and drove home. Paul found his parents' car parked in front of the house. What were they doing here? He entered and was stormily greeted by his children.

"Oh ***, I was so homesick, I just couldn't stay there with grandma and grandpa anymore," Jonas explained to him.

He stepped into the living room where his parents, Laura and Omar were sitting together over coffee.

"Ah, honey there you are. I already explained to your parents that you just had to go to the office to finish something," Laura said.

She rose hesitantly and blew a kiss on his mouth. Her mouth smelled somehow tart and... masculine. Paul guessed why. Hopefully, his parents hadn't caught them in the act. But no, then the scene would probably look different.

When Paul's parents eventually went home, Omar also left the house; he had to go to the gym now, he explained. He acted friendly toward Paul today but couldn't seem to help a sort of smug smile. Paul and Laura spent the rest of the day with their children, so they couldn't talk openly.

"You know what, today you, Livia, Mom, and I are going to the movies together and then out to eat," Paul said to Jonas.

"Oh, isn't Omar coming?" the boy asked, obviously disappointed.

"No, Omar doesn't have time. We're glad Omar is with us and that there are so many nice things we can do with him, that's great, but he doesn't always have to be there for everything either."

Laura raised her eyebrows in the background smiled at Paul.

The ****** spent a lovely afternoon and evening together. Later, Paul put the children to bed, read Jonas a bedtime story, and then joined Laura in the marital bed.

"Well, already in the box? Did you have a long night yesterday?" he asked with a smile.

"Yeah, you could say that," she replied.

"So, it happened?" he asked innocently.

"Yes, Paul. I had sex with Omar".

"Wow! I think it's awesome that we're doing this. It feels right and I'm happy for you. As long as you promise me it won't change the way you feel about me."

"Oh honey, no way, don't worry about it, I love you more than anything. On so many levels. There's no comparison at all." She kissed Paul deeply.

"Tell me, Laura, I want to know everything. "

And so Laura told Paul about her night. That she had slept with Omar "several times" and that it had been very "beautiful" and "intimate." Of course, condoms had been used. When Paul asked, she told him that Omar had mounted her five times that night. Each time she had blown his cock before, which Omar apparently appreciated a lot. Omar's penis? Yes, it was indeed really big and a really nice "experience". She told Paul had been amazed at how effortlessly she could take him inside her been very aroused and wet. Orgasms? She had actually come many times that night in a way that she had never experienced before. At Paul's insistence, Laura admitted that it had probably been the most beautiful sexual experience of her life.

When the grandparents had rung the doorbell unexpectedly in the morning and came into the house with their key, Omar and Laura were having sex for the first time that morning. Omar had just been able to wipe out the door barefoot in his pants and T-shirt, where the children greeted him in the hallway before rushing into the bedroom and into bed with Laura. Livia had wondered why Mommy was so sweaty and her hair so messed up. Laura had explained to her ******** that Omar and Mommy had just been outside running and Mommy had been so tired that she had gone back to bed afterward. Of course, the children had believed her.

"Ah, that reminds me. I had to throw these in here quickly before the kiddies burst into the room."

She opened the nightstand and pulled out a pile of used XXL condoms that appeared surprisingly well filled.

"Wow, Omar sure cums a lot," Paul noticed.

"Yeah, I was amazed about that yesterday too. But well, he's a big man, must have a lot of testosterone... And his testicles are also massive. Like chicken eggs," Laura smirked before standing up and disposing of the condoms.

"Laura, do you want to keep sleeping with Omar?" asked Paul suddenly.

"Honestly, my darling ...yes. This was actually beautiful. It would be a shame if we couldn't do it a few more times. But only if it's okay with you. Otherwise, I'll end it right now."

"I have the impression that we are both approaching this in a very thoughtful and adult way. I think it's actually a very natural behavior, that's why it feels so right for us. And I'm sure it hasn't escaped your notice that it excites me too. We should make sure that we continue to spend a lot of quality time together as a ****** and as a couple. And you have to promise me to end it if I tell you to. But under these conditions, ...you may fuck Omar as often as you like."

Laura looked at him lovingly, kissed him, and whispered in his ear, "You are the most attractive man in the world to me."

Then her hand wandered into his pants, where his penis had already become very hard.

"Would you please blow me?" he asked.

She smiled, pulled down his pants, pushed him on the bed and approached his penis with her face. Then she made a face.

"Hmm, better next time. It doesn't smell so good."

Paul was disappointed but caressed her pussy for quite a while before penetrating her. It seemed to him that her vagina was a little wider than usual, but maybe he was just imagining it. He kissed her and began to fuck. She let him do it with a loving smile but without much noticeable sexual arousal.

"Well, how does my penis feel? Is the sex as good as with Omar?" Paul asked.

"Yes, Paul, it’s amazing."

"Oh, come on, tell the truth," Paul told her.

"Well... you really? To be honest... of course, your... penis feels a bit small and thin in comparison. And your thrusts are also rather weak".

Paul immediately blew his load. The two kissed and fell asleep tightly embraced.

The next day Paul came home from work a little earlier than usual. He immediately noticed how quiet it was in the house. The children were apparently not there. As he stepped into the hallway, he noticed a small scrap of cloth that had apparently been carelessly thrown on the floor. He picked it up and realized with a pounding heart that it was a skimpy pink thong. Its inside was soaked and slippery. At that moment, he heard giggling from the second floor. He went up the stairs and found Omar's bedroom door standing ajar. After a moment's hesitation, he looked through the crack. His wife was lying in Omar's bed, snuggled tightly against his muscular chest. The blanket covered only the lower half of their bodies, and Omar was just gently caressing her beautiful full breasts. On the bedside cabinet, there were three well-filled used condoms.

Laura giggled again, "Fuck every afternoon? Very tempting, but I don't know if I can send the kids somewhere every day. Jonas wasn't that enthusiastic today that I forced him to participate in this trial training. He's more of an introvert, after all."

"Oh, a little more athleticism would do him good," Omar replied.

"You will see; I'll give it to you every afternoon. You're driving me crazy, woman. You awaken the lion in me," he laughed.

Laura giggled and kissed him deeply. Then she kissed his neck, his chest and finally her head moved under the covers.

As hard as it was for Paul to tear himself away, he knew that if they discovered him peeping, it would unnecessarily lead to entanglements. Therefore, he backed away slowly, slipped down the stairs on silent soles, and left the house. Too bad his laptop was in their bedroom. But the two lovers would surely have overheard him opening its door. He drove back to the office and worked for another two hours before heading home.

Later, in bed, Laura openly told Paul how Omar had followed her into the kitchen after lunch. He had stood behind her and had let her feel his wonderful hard cock through the fabric. Then he had whispered in her ear that she should send the children somewhere. Livia had wanted to go to a friend's house anyway; Laura had only asked her to stay longer because Mom had an appointment. As far as Jonas was concerned, there had been a children's jujutsu trial training session that very afternoon. Since the boy was often unable to assert himself when teased in playschool, the sport would certainly do him good by improving his body awareness and self-confidence. That's why, despite his protests, she decided to take him there.

The afternoon with Omar had then been beautiful. In any case, she said, she did not need an additional sports unit today.

Paul pulled out the thong he had found in the hallway that afternoon:

"Look, what I found in the hallway under the shoe cabinet earlier".

"Oh, there it is! I couldn't find it. When the kids were gone, Omar took me right in the hallway. The thong is new. You know I went lingerie shopping this morning," she giggled.

"Hm," Paul said, "in the beginning, a couple wants to do it always and everywhere. The situation is not ideal with the kids being around, of course. But you know, I could well start to spend more alone time with the children."

"You would do that?" asked Laura, amazed but happy.

"Well, sure!"

"You're the best husband in the world," she breathed, throwing herself at him.

She jerked him off briefly and then swung herself on top of him. Paul didn't last long. After only a few seconds, he blew his load into his wife.

"Oh, Paul, pull yourself together!" Laura complained, "or you'll have to wear a condom in the future, too," she added jokingly.

Over the next few weeks, Jonas and Livia could claim to have the most involved and enterprising father in the world. Paul was constantly taking them to the movies, the carnival, trampoline paradise, the zoo, and so on. Since the children wondered why their mother and Omar never came with them, the adults explained that Laura had to finish an important project at work and Omar was studying for school exams.

Paul meanwhile regularly secretly recorded his wife's sexual escapades with Omar and masturbated at every free opportunity. Over time, however, it was no longer enough for him to just see the two of them on the screen. He would have loved to be there.

One evening as Laura was putting the kids to bed, he spoke openly to Omar.

"Laura seems so happy and relaxed lately. You're really doing her good."

"Paul, I think it's great that you're so relaxed about it. I'd probably go crazy with jealousy and crush the other guy's head."

"I just want Laura to be happy. Laura told me how awesome your sex is. ...Honestly, I would very very much like to be there, fuck Laura together with you and see how she gets off with you."

"What? Really? You're freaky, Paul!" exclaimed Omar, "Honestly, I don't think I'd want to. I'd get jealous for sure and who knows what would happen then."

"Hmm, how about in return you get something you've wanted for a long time? If you get tested for STDs beforehand, I'd be all for Laura letting you fuck her without a condom, at least while I'm around. What do you say?"

Omar thought about it for a while but then agreed. Later that night, Paul told Laura about his plan. After a moment of hesitation, she, too, approved of the plan. She was on the pill, so what was going to happen?

The following weekend Paul brought the children to the grandparents' house again, supposedly because he wanted to go to a concert with Laura. Paul cooked, served cocktails and asked Omar to put on some music. The young man didn't take long to oblige, and soon loud Nigerian hip-hop was blasting through the house. Paul encouraged Omar and Laura to dance and it wasn't long before the two were making out in front of Paul with Laura grinding her firm ass against Omar's crotch. Omar began to undress her while Paul sat next to them somewhat indecisively. When Laura was left standing in front of them in only a red lace bra and a thong, she tore herself away from Omar with a sigh, kissed Paul, and rubbed her ass between his legs as well. Then she pulled down his shirt, pants and boxers. In the corner of his eye, Paul saw that Omar had already removed his clothes.

For a moment, Laura's gaze seemed to move back and forth between Paul's comparatively small pale penis, still limp and soft probably due to the stress, and Omar's big and thick black cock, already steel-hard and pointing in the air. She now reached for both cocks and started to jerk them off. Agonizingly slowly, Paul's penis began to harden. Without stopping to jerk Paul off, Laura began to pleasure Omar's testicles: Her tongue played around his balls, she sucked his scrotum and finally licked up to his glans. Then suddenly, and with a guilty smile, she turned to Paul. As if in a trance, he leaned forward and kissed her. She returned his kiss. Her mouth tasted salty and masculine.

She started to also lick Paul's testicles, which he had freshly shaved and washed for the occasion, and she played with the little marbles hidden in his scrotum. Still, it seemed to Paul that she devoted herself to his balls with less enthusiasm and devotion than she had previously with Omar. She also completed the following blowjob rather quickly and routinely. As she then turned to Omar's magnificent cock in anticipation, the young Nigerian suddenly turned away in disgust.

"Um, no Laura, please stay away with your mouth. I can't. Another man's lust fluid has no business on my cock! I am not gay! Also, please don't get any ideas about kissing me on the mouth now or anything."

Laura and Paul looked confused.

"What's the matter, Omar? Calm down, that was the deal," Laura said.

"Yeah, but I just can't do it. I like you too much and it would disgust me to have Paul's smell anywhere on me, sorry Paul, no offense," Omar replied, "You're welcome to continue. Kiss each other. Blow him. But please keep your mouth away from me, Laura. Don't worry, Paul, as long as you keep your wiener away from Laura's pussy, I'm still going to fuck her right, just like you pictured. Without a condom, of course."

Laura looked at Paul questioningly. He wanted to protest at first, but he was just too horny.

"Okay", he said.

Laura smiled. She took her two men by the hand and led them stark naked into their marital bedroom. Without further ado she lay down on the bed and spread her legs provocatively so that both could see her wet shiny hairless pussy.

Then she told Paul, "I'm sorry you can't touch my pussy today, but we'll make up for it. Come on, give me your dick."

She began to lick and suck the small white penis. Paul noticed that she kept her eyes closed.

Briefly, she turned her head and called out, "Omar, my darling, where are you? I need you. My pussy needs you. Please!".

A huge shadow fell over Laura's body, her beautiful face, and Paul's penis as Omar stepped between her legs. With one hand, Omar grasped one of her full breasts while his other hand caressed her pussy. Soon he slid one, then two fingers into her wet pussy, expertly pleasuring her. She moaned, squirmed, and could hardly concentrate on Paul anymore.

"Is that what you want from me?" asked Omar lurkingly, "my fingers?".

"No Omar, give me your cock your beautiful hot big cock is what I want Omar, please put it in me already!" gasped Laura.

"Without a condom?" he asked smirking.

"Yes of course without a condom. We never need to use a condom again now. I want to be able to really feel your cock!"

Without another word, Omar placed his big thick cock between her legs and rubbed it against her clit. Laura gave a pleasurable little whimper. Paul was amazed as now he could watch up close how Omar's bare thick black shaft was sliding inch by inch into Laura's unprotected white pussy. It was beautiful. Suddenly, Laura spit out Paul's penis and moaned continuously. Her eyes were closed as Omar increased his pace and soon was fucking her pussy fast and deep.

"Oh my god, Omar, darling, your cock is even sooo much better this way without a rubber"

Laura seemed to be out of her mind. A few more times she made half-hearted attempts to reach for Paul's penis or take it in her mouth, but instinctively she soon let go of it each time.

She reached out her hands to pull Omar to her, but he replied:

"Sorry, don't come too close to me with your face today. Not after you had his thing in your mouth".

Laura groaned in disappointment and gave Paul a brief annoyed sideways glance before returning into the fucking rhythm of her black stud. For Paul, who had continued jerking his neglected penis on his own, this humiliation excited him too much. He shot his thin load onto the carpeted floor. Neither Omar nor Laura seemed to notice it at all. Paul let himself fall back. His arousal was gone for the moment. He was not feeling well. He was afraid he was starting to feel sick again. Now he had to hang on, even if his now cleared mind was suffering. Soon the sweet veil of horniness would return. And so it did.

Omar, meanwhile, had fucked Laura to her first orgasm of the evening. Thrilled, Paul realized that at the moment of her climax, a short gush of clear fluid squirted from her twitching pussy.

"You squirt?" Paul asked once she had calmed down a bit.

"Yes, with Omar I squirt most of the time by now, actually. I didn't know that was possible for me before either... as I didn't know about so many things."

She looked at Omar with a loving smile. Omar turned on his back and pulled Laura onto his huge well-trained body. She mounted his cock without hesitation and began to ride him. Omar fondled her breasts, then grabbed her ass and began to lift Laura's body up and down. Both of them now completely ignored Paul, who was sitting on the floor and had started jerking off again. After some time, when Laura had come again, Omar, without pulling his cock out of her pussy, grabbed her ass and lifted her petite body effortlessly. She lovingly embraced his muscular back and spread her legs. Omar now fucked her standing up with powerful thrusts for several minutes.

"Okay baby. This is it, here comes my load. Now I'm going to make you my woman!"

He laid Laura backward on the bed.

"Yes, shoot it all in me! I finally want your load in my pussy, we've been waiting so long. Shoot in me, darling!"

During these words, Laura, too, began to orgasm again. She rolled her eyes, her pussy twitched, and she moaned loudly as Omar began pumping luscious amounts of his potent thick cum into her pussy with deep pleasurable thrusts. By this time Paul had already come again, shooting an even smaller thinner squirt of his sperm on the bedroom floor. Omar remained inside Laura for quite a while before they finally let go of each other.

"Paul, honey, what are you doing on the floor?" asked Laura now. "Come to bed."

Paul complied. Although Omar looked a bit grim, Paul lay down next to Laura and lovingly embraced her soaking wet sexy body. He saw a stream of Omar's thick cum running out of her pussy. Since she didn't seem to mind, he refrained from handing her a tissue. She kissed Paul and he snuggled up to her.

But the cozy mood did not last long.

"Sorry Paul, I hope you had fun tonight, but I just find it too weird like this. I'm sorry to have to say this, Laura, but one of us two men has to go now. If that's what you want, I'll be glad to go over to my room. Or else, Paul, you go and we'll continue here after a little break, Laura my darling. ...But before that, I would ask you to wash your mouth thoroughly and brush your teeth."

Laura looked like a beaten dog, "Um, yes, well I'm sorry Omar but ...Paul is my husband.... and..."

At that second Paul interrupted her, "Oh nonsense, sweetheart. I'm tired anyway and I don't want to ruin your evening here. I have no problem at all with going down to the couch and resting my eyes there."

Before Laura could protest, he rose and kissed her goodnight.

"Have fun, you two lovebirds," he added with a wink and left the room.

Shortly after, Paul heard the water running into the sink in the bathroom. Apparently, Laura was actually brushing her teeth to get rid of his smell.

After that night, Paul noticed that Omar now seemed to regard Laura as "his woman" with great naturalness. The very next day, to Paul and Laura's great astonishment, he sat down in Paul's place next to her on the couch and put his arm around her slender waist. She seemed irritated and moved away from him a little.

"Omar you can't do that. The kids will be here soon," she murmured.

Paul, driven by a sudden inspiration, said: "Or else... we simply explain to them that mommy now has two husbands. That actually might be the most honest and best way to handle this. Otherwise, at some point they will surely catch you in the act and then the damage would be much bigger. I'm sure we can explain it to them in such a way that it becomes normal and natural for them. What do you think?

Laura hesitated, "Do you really think so? Are you sure?"

"Yes 100%", Paul answered.

"Okay then...", Laura nodded.

When the children came into the living room a few minutes later, Paul told them that mommy and daddy had to explain something to them: As they knew, mommy liked Omar a lot. In fact, she liked him that much, that mommy and daddy had decided that Omar would come to be mommy's second husband, and thus their second daddy. Two daddies, who would both play with them, do activities with them and take care of them. Wouldn't that be great? And for mommy, it would, of course, also be a great thing to have two husbands. Therefore, the children should not be surprised if, in the future, mommy would sometimes spend time in Omar's room or if Omar would sit next to her on the couch.

"The most important thing is that we love you and all of us very very much."

The children listened with interest and wonder.

"Come on, let's all hug each other," Paul said and the new larger ****** joined in a big hug.

The children seemed excited and happy. "Great, two daddies! Can we call you daddy too then, right Omar?" asked Livia.

"Sure, kiddo, if you like," he answered with a smile.

Over the next few weeks, many things changed. Unfortunately, in reality, there was no fair "splitting" of Laura, as Paul had imagined. Laura now slept openly in Omar's room most nights, which was why they had bought a large kingsize bed for the room. Paul and Laura tried to go out together as a couple at least once a week: go out to dinner, to the theater, to a concert, or to the movies. Unfortunately, they managed to do this less and less frequently. When they did, the atmosphere was still very intimate and loving, just like before. But unfortunately, it did not last long. At home, to Paul's annoyance, Omar behaved more and more clearly as the head of the ****** and Laura, as if under an erotic spell, complied with Omar's dominant masculinity and played along. Omar greeted Laura with a kiss every morning, drove the car when the ****** went somewhere, naturally sat in Paul's place at the dining table and on the couch where he cuddled with Laura, and now sometimes even in the presence of the children pulled her up to the second floor with him, where the two of them would then "cuddle very sweetly," as Paul explained to them. Omar even made sure that pork was now permanently banned from the dinner table.

Meanwhile, Laura had sex with Paul less and less frequently. A few days after the failed threesome, Laura had asked Paul if he would mind wearing a condom during sex. Omar had made a big deal about not wanting to put his cock unprotected into Laura's pussy if there was a risk of pushing into residues of Paul's cum.

Paul found this request humiliating on the one hand, but on the other hand, the feeling excited him and so he agreed. Laura was very relieved. Since they didn't have a condom in the bedroom, she jerked him off that night. From that time onwards, that happened much more often than that they would actually have had sex. Omar would have preferred it anyway if Laura wasn't sleeping with Paul at all anymore. But this was out of the question, she said.

One evening the situation got out of hand. The kids were at their grandparents' house, and Laura and Omar were screwing in his room. As Paul found out through his spycams, that day Omar fucked Laura in her ass for the first time., She had always refused to try anal sex with Paul. Now, after extensive foreplay and after Omar had fucked her pussy until she had almost come, Paul watched as the young Nigerian mounted his wife from behind. His huge cock now drove seemingly effortlessly in and out of her asshole. At the same time, Omar vigorously rubbed her clit. Laura went off like a rocket and cried lustfully. Paul masturbated until all his cum and all his excitement were gone. Then he remained sitting empty and sad in the kitchen.

His eyes fell on a bottle of whiskey on the cupboard and he decided to get *****. Two hours later, Laura and Omar still hadn't come out of his room and Paul was very much ***** by now. He happened to notice a letter from his bank that seemed to be different from other bank mail. He opened it. Over the past few months, someone had apparently transferred a few thousand euros to Nigeria in small portions. The bank now asked about the legality of these unusual transactions.

A feeling boiled up in Paul that he hadn't felt in a long time: anger. Anger at himself, who had left his bank details lying around in the open and above all who had ruined his marriage and put himself in such a humiliating situation. Anger at Laura, that horny bitch, who had let it happen. And above all, anger at Omar, who had stolen his wife from him and apparently, ungratefully, had also betrayed his trust and deprived Paul of that much money. Furious, he grabbed a field hockey stick from the basement and stormed into Omar's room. The young Nigerian's cock was, unsurprisingly, stuck in Laura's anus, who was moaning ecstatically. The two stopped and stared at Paul in irritation.

Paul tossed Omar the letter from the bank and drunkenly slurred:

"You goddamn black motherfucker! You ungrateful asshole! My wife is not enough for you, is she?! Now you steal money from me? I'll fuck you up, you dirty, filthy negro bastard! Go back to where you came from, to your filthy dirty poor continent. There you can starve for all I care!"

Then he lashed out with his bat and struck with full force in the direction of Omar's head. The latter, however, dodged the blow catlike, jumped out of bed and rushed at Paul. Omar parried Paul's second strike with his forearm and grabbed the bat with his other hand. Seconds later, his fist hit Paul's face. It cracked as his nose broke.

Paul found himself on the floor. Laura poured a bucket of water on his face.

"Are you out of your fucking mind? Spouting racist shit like that?! Your nose seems broken, but it serves you right. You know what, you racist asshole, we're going to keep fucking here for now, nice and easy, and then we're going to MAYBE take you to the hospital."

She lay down on the bed, spread her legs and pulled Omar to her by his cock. He penetrated her and began to fuck her deep and hard. Paul dragged himself out of the room and threw up in the hallway. A few minutes later Laura showed up, pulled him along without a word, and drove him to the hospital in the car. She didn't speak a word to him. Not even the next day or the day after that. When the children asked if Daddy had hurt himself, she explained that he had said very bad things to Omar and had wanted to hurt him. Omar had then defended himself.

"Is Omar stronger than Daddy?" asked Livia.

"Yes, Omar is much stronger than Daddy," Laura answered her ********.

Paul cried himself to sleep that night. What a pitiful racist pig he was. He was terrified of losing Laura because of his drunken violence and racism.

A few days later, Paul knocked at Omar's door, entered the room, where the young man was spending time with Laura, apologized, and made him an offer. Hadn't it been strange anyway that Omar, although now an equal partner of Laura, had been so financially limited and dependent? It would be much nicer to set up a ****** account to which Paul, Laura and Omar would have equal access. Paul was willing to contribute his entire fortune. Omar and Laura sent Paul out of the room, discussed the matter, and then agreed to the arrangement.

Over the next few weeks, the relationship between the three recovered. Paul mentioned at every opportunity how sorry he was and how much he admired Omar and also his African heritage. The money also seemed to help. Omar bought a used sports car within days. It seemed to be mainly this car that reconciled him with Paul again. Laura and Paul had long conversations. Laura also admitted mistakes. They promised each other not to be estranged any further. For a while, Laura slept more often with Paul in the marital bed again, and they continued their weekly date nights.

Nevertheless, Laura had changed, of course. Omar communicated to her very clearly what he liked about her and what not - and she clearly wanted to please him. His basic goal seemed to be: He, the poor refugee boy, was to be admired by the white established people in the streets for his hot style, his hot car and especially for his hot white girlfriend. Laura gave in to this pressure bit by bit. At Omar's request, she put on much more makeup than before and regularly visited a tanning salon. She now often wore high heels, short dresses, often showing a lot of cleavage, or miniskirts with tight crop tops. Omar had also persuaded her to get a belly button piercing. Paul had been speechless when he first saw the piercing that Omar had given his wife and that she now wore most of the time: a small black and silver silhouette of Africa.

One day, Omar opened up to his ****** that his father in Nigeria was dying and that he needed to see him immediately. Paul pointed out that by traveling to his home country, he would jeopardize his asylum status in Germany. They had secured that status for him in long and costly legal proceedings, based mostly on false testimony from everyone involved.

"It's no use," Omar insisted, "I have to fly there. Just for a few weeks."

Laura and the children cried bitter tears when they took Omar to the airport just a few days later. The internet connection in Omar's village was not sufficient for video calling. Thus, apart from text messages, they were completely cut off from him for the first time in over a year. Paul was sad to see how much Laura missed Omar; she cried every day, fearing that her big black man would never be able to return. At first, she barely ate; later, abdominal pain and stool irregularities set in. At night she clung tightly to Paul, caressing and kissing him. Often, however, there came a moment when she suddenly turned away from him, probably when she became painfully aware of his physical inadequacies compared to Omar.

Given how much sex Laura was used to, it surprised Paul that she didn't seem to have any interest in his penis:

"Not today," she would say when he tried to seduce her.

It wasn't until a few weeks later that he finally got around to it: the couple had already had a few glasses of wine, and what started out as harmless cuddling on the couch expanded into a wild make-out session. Before they knew it, they were lying in their marital bed and Paul's semi-stiff penis was penetrating her pussy. For the first time in a very long time, Laura allowed him to fuck her without a condom. The fuck was short and Laura, of course, did not come to orgasm. Without saying a word she turned away from him afterward.

Weeks later Omar came home. The whole ****** was euphoric. The kids hung on their big black daddy all afternoon before Paul took them to go to trampoline paradise so "Mommy and Omar could have some time to themselves." He didn't see his wife again until the next noon when she was seen stepping out of the bathroom with a glass of water, naked under a transparent kimono, sweaty and with blurred eye makeup.

"Well, how are you?" asked Paul with a smile.

"Much better, actually," replied his wife, "only just now I felt a bit sick. I'm probably just not used to the way Omar does me anymore."

"But honey," her face darkened, "there's something very important we need to discuss with you."

Paul followed her into Omar's room. The Nigerian was lying naked on the bed. Having not seen him for so long, Paul secretly marveled again at the size of his cock. Laura sat down on the bed next to Omar. Her slightly open legs gave Paul a view of her pussy, from which small streams of Omar's cum occasionally dripped.

"Paul, it really happened. When Omar entered Germany, they told him that the Asylum Office will be informed about his trip and that his residence permit will be withdrawn." Laura sobbed.

"Shit," Paul said.

"But there is a solution, only one solution, my darling: ...I have to let Omar impregnate me. As the father of a German child, he can't be deported."

Paul looked at her for a long time.

"Even if I don't like it. I think you are right. It's the only way. Do you think you can get that done, big guy?" he asked Omar jokingly.

"Haha, give me two days and make Laura the most beautiful brown baby in the world," he replied.

Laura immediately stopped taking the pill and slept every night in Omar's bed, who fucked her many times a day and shot load after load of his potent seed into her. It was clear that sex with Paul was no longer an option.

Only two weeks passed before Laura beamingly told her two husbands that a pregnancy test had come back positive.

"Omar, you're such a stud!" Paul praised the young man. Now everything would be fine.

The very next day, Laura went to the gynecologist, beaming with joy. When she returned, however, she had tear-smeared eyes and looked distressed.

"What's wrong?" asked Paul, "aren't you pregnant after all?".

"Yes, yes I am pregnant.... but ...the baby is already in the 10th week of pregnancy. Do you know what that means? It means the baby is yours! From that one time of pity sex when you came into me. Shit. I had such intestinal problems after Omar left. Probably the pill didn't work because of that. And my last "periods" were actually very very light. Probably just intermittent bleeding, this can occur during pregnancy. Also, the nausea.... now it all makes sense."

Paul put his arm around Laura's shoulder.

"Well, what do we do now? It's going to be hard to pass off a white baby as Omar's. And by the time it's delivered, and he can impregnate you again, they'll have long since deported him."

They were silent for a long time.

Then Paul added: "...of course, that only applies if you carry the child to term. But you're only 10 weeks pregnant you say?"

Laura stared at him, "You mean we could abort the baby? You're not serious now, are you? Oh God, no."

Tears welled up in her eyes and she stroked her still flat stomach. Paul put his hand on hers.

"I think we owe it to a child to give birth to it because we really want it. Not just for it to clear your uterus so that Omar can then father the baby you actually want. Besides, to me, this seems to be the only way to save our rainbow ******."

They decided not to make any snap decisions and to think things over for a few days.

Omar didn't take the news that Paul had impregnated Laura very well. He was furious with Laura for letting Paul cum inside her, cursed about the baby in her belly, and banished Laura from his bed for a few nights. He calmed down again, but it was quite clear that he was for the abortion.

Laura did not make the decision easily, but eventually, Paul and Omar convinced her. She participated in a legally required pregnancy counseling session. Laura told the counselor a believable tall tale. She was given an address of a gynecologist who would perform the procedure and made an appointment.
The night before it, she was in bed with Paul. He laid his head on her stomach and said goodbye to his third child. Both of them were crying.

The procedure itself was performed the next day in the doctor's office via vacuum aspiration. Laura had no pain and did not get to see the embryo.

When Laura came home, Paul and Omar opened up to her that they had thought of something special for her to cheer her up: After Laura had recovered for a few days, she and Omar flew to the Maldives for a two weeks' vacation. They stayed in the honeymoon suite of a 5-star hotel, with a king-size bed, where surely many children had already been conceived.

Laura posted many gorgeous pictures showing her tanned dream figure in skimpy bikinis and no less skimpy modern-high-cut thong bikini panties on spectacular beaches. When Paul wrote and asked which of the great activities on offer they'd all tried ("Have tried scuba diving to see a whale shark?"), Laura just giggled and made it clear that Omar had something big diving into her all the time. They had even been caught when he had fucked her on the beach one night. But the hotel staff had remained very polite, she laughed. Shortly before her return, Laura told Paul that she had gotten a tattoo. But she didn't tell him what or where. It was a surprise, she said.

After Paul and the kids picked Laura and Omar up at the airport, they spent a lovely afternoon as a ******. They went to the zoo, then had dinner and watched TV together. It wasn't until the kids were in bed that Paul dared to ask his wife about her tattoo. She giggled, then rose and lifted her short dress. Underneath, she wore an ultra-skimpy thong, which she slowly pulled down. Next to her smooth shaved pussy there was a beautiful tattoo showing the silhouette of Africa, with Nigeria highlighted in dark.

"Wow, that's what I call commitment," Paul said, "Now can I choose a tattoo for you too?"

Laura laughed.

Laura was relaxed and back to her old self when she returned. After only a week, a pregnancy test came back positive. The children, who, of course, had been ******* of Laura's aborted pregnancy the previous month, were thrilled to hear that they were going to have a sibling.

"Will it be a white or a black sibling?" asked Livia very brightly.

"It will be brown, for a change. That's great, so our ****** will always be more colorful," Laura answered with a smile.

The pregnancy went off without a hitch. Omar's residence permit was extended and 9 months later, Laura gave birth by Caesarean section to two strong boys with a surprisingly dark born skin color. There was much whispering in the clinic as Omar and Paul welcomed the babies together. Omar was enthusiastic and very proud of his little "tribal warriors." They named them "Ibrahim" and "Abubakar".

As proud as Omar was, his ideas of who should take care of the children in everyday life were very traditional. To Laura's great relief, Paul stepped in at this point. He got up at night when little Ibrahim or Abubakar cried, often changed their diapers and took them for walks in the stroller. Especially when Omar and Laura were with him, Paul always pretended to be the children's uncle to strangers to avoid irritating questions.

It was more difficult to explain the matter to ****** and friends. Here, Paul and Laura decided to lay all their cards on the table and reveal themselves as a modern polyamorous rainbow ******. This was especially hard for Paul because many people he told about it indicated to him that in their eyes, he had let Omar steal his wife without even fighting back. Paul found this humiliating and many friendships were broken.

After the birth of his sons, Omar changed. He became even more dominant. It was extremely important to him that Laura gave Ibrahim and Abubakar all her attention. He forbade her to sleep at Paul's room and their date nights together hardly took place anymore. Almost every evening, Laura brought her sons to Paul's room for a few hours so she could get fucked by Omar, a pleasure neither of them seemed to want to do without. Paul, despite inner reluctance, could not get enough of watching Laura nursing the little ones. Seeing the strong deep brown babies drink from Laura's beautiful white breasts was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen.

At Omar's request, the ****** spent more and more time at a Nigerian cultural club that had established itself in their city. They ate and danced Nigerian and Laura occasionally wore Nigerian-inspired clothing, naturally the most revealing fashion as Omar liked it. They even met German families at the cultural club who had been Africanized in ways similar to theirs. In most cases, however, the wife had kicked her white husband out the door at some point. Paul had the impression that the Africans in the club were just waiting to see when the time would come for Laura to do so. At Omar's request, the whole ****** meanwhile converted to Islam, which seemed primarily symbolically important to Omar.

Only a few months after the birth of the twins, Laura became pregnant again. This time, the news saddened Paul. Soon Omar's offspring would outnumber his own children in the ******. Omar, meanwhile, no longer seemed to have any respect for Paul. Often he treated him in an openly demeaning manner and bullied Paul, for example calling him "the nanny". Laura defended him rather half-heartedly and, to Paul's disappointment, frequently even laughed bashfully at Omar's superficially "funny" but hurtful remarks.

Paul began to sink more and more into depression. He gained a lot of weight, drank a lot, and found the life he had set up for himself more and more torturous. One evening, when Omar had irritated him again, Paul flipped out: In Omar's absence, he drunkenly demanded from Laura to abort the baby and to kick Omar out the door. This time he wisely refrained from racist remarks.

"Are you out of your mind?! If I tell Omar that something like this even crossed your lips, he'll beat the crap out of you!" Laura screamed at him.

"You promised me: If I say it's over between you, it's over," Paul replied, screaming.

"Are you crazy? That was in another life and you know it," Laura replied almost resignedly.

Paul's depression worsened. Soon he was no longer able to work, no longer wanted to get out of bed. He was admitted to a psychiatric clinic. Paul knew that he could not return to his home to be with his ****** if he wanted to get better. So he made the decision to move into his own apartment right after he was discharged. He met his ****** regularly at the beginning. Laura no longer showed any romantic feelings for him, but at least the children enjoyed being with him. However, they consistently referred to Omar as their "daddy." Livia had found her first innocent-childish "boyfriend" in the cultural club, who was also from Nigeria. When Paul cautiously asked her about the nice little Ole from her class, on whom she had had a crush on the year before, she told him that Ole was very nice but that a strong, tall Nigerian boy was just a better choice for a boyfriend:

"Yusuf is the strongest boy in his whole school. With him, nothing bad can ever happen to me again, ***."

Paul tried to establish relationships with several women in the coming years. But even if there were women who could overlook his drinking problem and his recurring depressions, he could not for the life of him develop an erection in bed. He only managed to do so when he sat alone in his small apartment, watched old sex videos of Laura and Omar and jerked his small white penis.