The German Teacher Pt. 04

Frank took her into his arms and let his wife have a good cry. They both new that this scenario had been rather likely and both of them generally favored the general principle that asylum should only be granted to those who really needed it and that it shouldn't be used as an instrument for simple migration.

"I know this was likely to happen, and I also know it's not unfair, especially since he hasn't made too much of an effort to learn the language." Sandra seemed to compose herself for a moment. "But you know I do love him..."

"I know you do, darling. And as I've said before: That's okay. Only a fool wouldn't expect a woman not to develop feelings for a man she sleeps with. And to be honest, I'd like him to stay as well. Watching you with him still is so incredibly sexy, and I do share in the additional happiness he brings you. How's Abam doing?" Frank was stroking her hair.

"He's more than downcast of course, a picture of misery. We didn't do anything but lie in each other's arms and cry..."

Frank's heart sank as he was listening to Sandra opening up to him. He couldn't bear seeing her so desperate. How could he help her? How could he make things better?

"Darling, if there's anything I can do to help, you must let me know!" Frank kissed her forehead.

Sandra was sobbing again. "Oh Frank, there's only one thing that could help, and that's the one thing we can't do..."

Frank gulped. He knew it literally was the only chance Abam had to stay. The only thing that was impossible to think about was the only way the African migrant had a chance to turn things around.

"Sandra, I..." Frank began.

"No, please don't!" Sandra interrupted him. "It can't happen, I know that. I just need to find a way to cope with it. And there I go bemoaning myself while Abam is the one that's really off the worst here!"

Frank knew it was better not to argue with his wife at that moment. All he could do was be there for her, and while Sandra's sobs were woefully sounding in the darkening room, they both fell asleep together.

The daily routine and work did help to distract them for a bit during the following week although it could only keep their minds from the looming changes for a limited time. Frank felt the pain Sandra was going through, and witnessing his wife in such despair made him feel more than helpless, a state he had never really experienced before.

Abam was gone for a week to visit an African friend of his in Hamburg. He told Sandra he had hoped to visit that beautiful city under happier circumstances, but now he wanted to go there as long he still had the chance, which made Sandra even more depressed than she had already been.

Frank had given his best. He contacted old friends that worked as lawyers, he searched the internet, and he even phoned the immigration bureau under a false name asking for possible steps to take in that scenario. It was in vain.

Saturday evening arrived. Sandra had planned to treat Abam with a delicious dinner and have him with them for the weekend to spend some time together. He told them everything about his trip to Hamburg, how he visited all the sights, took a little cruise on the river Elbe and got to know all about his Eritrean friend, who had gotten the permission to stay in Germany.

"You must be tired from your eventful journey, Abam." Sandra's voice was both soothing and caring. "Why don't we just go upstairs and watch a movie in the bedroom? It's already late, and tomorrow, we'd like to take you out on a little hiking trip with us."

Abam gladly agreed, and after the three of them had taken care of the dishes - Sandra did the washing, Abam the drying, and Frank put it away - Frank found himself once again lying in his marriage bed with Sandra lying in the middle and Abam to her right. Almost like routing, they had all stripped down and lying naked under the sheets, they were watching Pirates of the Caribbean.

Although Sandra would usually make sure her loving attention was equally distributed between Frank and her lover, Frank had agreed that her main focus would be mainly directed at Abam that night. It was the least of goodwill he could show her at that time.

Naturally, the movie hadn't even been running for 20 minutes when Frank's eyes caught the movements to his right. While still looking at the TV, Sandra's hand was clearly wrapped around Abam's cock. The gentle pumping under the blanket was easy to see, and Abams heavy breath was enough to give them away.

"I have missed this so much, princess! I have missed your pretty hand on my manhood!" Abam's hips were now moving along with Sandra's movements.

Frank's own cock didn't take long to respond to the ongoing foreplay next to him. When he noticed that both Sandra and Abam weren't paying attention to the movie anymore, he turned the TV off.

A quick and easy move of Abam's hand eventually pushed the blanket aside and uncovered his massive cock, as stiff as it could possibly be. The removal of the cover also revealed Abam's large, black hand on Sandra's pussy, barely covering her red landing strip and having inserted two fingers into her wanting entrance.

"Mmm, I have been saving up for this night, my white princess!" Abam's voice was infused with the pleasure Sandra's hand was giving him. Frank's gaze caught her wedding ring on her right hand as it was going up and down the black shaft.

"That's good to hear, lover. I need you to give it to me tonight. I need you to give it to me good!" Sandra kissed him.

"Honey, I need a condom." Sandra was holding out her hand as Frank had already started playing with himself before complying with her request. She smiled when she saw his white dick all ready and proudly standing up.

In no time, Abam's black cock was wrapped inside the rubber, and Sandra's soaking pussy was already towering only centimeters away from the thick glans. A loud and satisfied moan of her went accompanied her slow and savoring slide down the length of her African lover as his hands were embracing hers in loving support.

"Oh Abam, you feel so amazing inside of me! I want to make you feel good tonight! And I want to show my husband once more how well his little wife can take a big, black cock!" Sandra met Frank's grin with a smirk and started riding her black lover.

Frank was lying next to them, enjoying his long, slow strokes on his throbbing cock as his wife was giving her all to keep up a vigorous pounding of Abam's manhood, slamming her body against it with a maximum of desire and lust. His dark hands were firmly holding her butt cheeks, spreading them to allow him even deeper penetration.

"Princess," Abam groaned as Sandra's breasts were bouncing back and forth in front of him, "I don't think I can last very long. It is too good what you are doing to me!"

"That's okay, Abam. You can cum anytime you want."

Sandra was just starting to even increase the pace of her vehement thrusts when Frank raised his voice.

"Stop! Stop it, Sandra!" Frank hissed as his wife, taken by surprise, immediately halted on top of her lover. "Get off him for a moment!" Frank commanded.

Neither Sandra nor Abam uttered a word when she slowly raised her body and let Abam's cock pop out with a sloppy sound. Her fluids were glistening on the rubber. With curious eyes they were both looking at Frank, who had sat up next to them.

Never would he forget the shock and disbelief in their eyes when he finally did what all contemplation over the previous days, all the desperate attempts to help, all the silent sobs of his wife had opened up his mind towards.

It felt like in slow motion when Frank's right hand was reaching out for the large, black phallus that had been inside of his wife only moments ago. Abam let out a sigh when Frank's thumb and index finger finally barely enclosed his shaft just below the hem ring of the condom. Under Sandra's watchful eyes that conveyed both lust and surprise, Frank applied pressure on his grip. Slowly but steadily, he pushed the thin rubber upwards until it eventually came off. He tossed it on the floor.

"Darling," Frank said and gulped, "sit down again." He was holding Abam's bare cock with its glans glistening of pre-cum firmly in his hand, pointing it up towards Sandra's dripping pussy.

"B... Baby, are you sure? Do you know what you're doing? These are my most fertile days..." Sandra's voice was shaky, but her protest sounded sincere.

"I know perfectly well what this means, Sandra." Frank's left hand reached up on her butt to slowly push her downwards, right towards Abam's waiting flesh, ignoring her reluctant struggle.

Sandra let out a loud moan of pleasure when her lover's bare cock was finally reentering her. Her wetness let her once again slide down all the way with ease. After Frank had finally removed his hands, allowing her to consume even the rest of Abam, he lay back down again without touching himself as his cock was standing proudly erect and pointing towards them.

Sandra and Abam were still looking at him when she instinctively began to slowly move her body on her lover once more.

"Frank, are you aware of what could happen now?"

"Yes."

Sandra increased her pace a little.

"Are you really sure about this? It could happen even if he pulls out in time..."

"He..." Frank paused, knowing his next words would be the hardest he ever had to bring across his lips. "He doesn't have to pull out."

It had been said. The world appeared to stand completely still for a while as the implications of his words caused both Sandra's and Abam's eyes to open wide, revealing their shock.

"You let him... impregnate me?" Goosebumps were all over Sandra's arms and breasts.

"Yes, Sandra." Frank's voice was shaking. "If Abam is to stay here, it is the only way. The only one..."

"But, but..." Sandra was lost for words, but her body still continued riding her lover, who didn't seem to fully realize it either.

"Let me ask you this" Frank interrupted her. "If it wasn't for me and you and Abam would be dating, would you do it?"

"Yes, I would." Sandra's response came hesitantly but assertively.

"Then you have my permission. I allow you to have your first child with him..."

"I... I don't know... I mean..." Sandra stumbled, but a sudden thrust from Abam almost caused her to scream.

"Don't you hear, princess? We can finally do it! I can finally make you a mama! Thank you, Frank! You are doing an honorable thing!"

In one, elegant effort, Abam lifted his body with hers and pushed her over to lie on her back. He pulled her feet up to rest on his shoulder as he started energetically pumping his now fully bare cock inside of Frank's wife.

"Frank!" Sandra called him, and he instantly crawled up to lie next to her. "I love you so, so much! I can't believe we're actually doing this!" A primal moan escaped her mouth as a particularly vigorous thrust of Abam slammed against her opening.

"I love you too, Sandra!" Frank kissed her on the forehead and turned on his back, facing his wife.

"Oh, Abam!" Sandra exclaimed. "This is it, fuck me! Fuck me like you've never done before!" Her legs wrapped around his ass as her hands grabbed his waist, pulling him harder against her with every thrust.

Frank thought a moment whether he should take care of his own erection, but he immediately recalled how depressive and confused he would get if he climaxed, so he decided to just remain in that state of horniness; for her sake.

"Sandra, I am so close now! Please tell me what you want! Please tell me that you want me to do it!" Abam groaned as Frank noticed he had never heard Abam call Sandra by her name when they were doing it.

"Yes, Abam!" Sandra cried, rocking her pelvis upwards to meet her lover even better. "I want it! I want you to knock me up! Ahh! Put a beautiful black baby in me! A little you and me!"

"Here! Here it comes, Sandra!" Abam's wild thrusts turned into a real frenzy.

As Abam let out a mighty roar, Sandra was crying in ecstasy, shaking in spasms as she was having an intense orgasm.

"Awwww gaaaaawwwwdd!! Abam!!" She squealed. "I can feel you! Yes, knock that white German pussy up! Knock me up, Abam! YES!"

Abam's wild slams never seemed to end. Frank could only imagine how the African's potent seed was now flooding Sandra's womb.

Frank closed his eyes, and only then did the realization hit him with all its seriousness:

Sandra was going to have a black baby.