Chapter 04
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.
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.
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