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Adapt! Adjust! Accept!(A story for Robert---he knows who he is!)Setting in the ob-gyn's office with his wife, Robert was leafing through long out-of-date magazines of every variety and feeling both nervous, as well as excited and eager.Not finding anything of interest to look at in the magazines, Robert glanced up at the wall opposite of where he and his wife sat, and in fancy stenciled lettering were three words writ large, and in flowing script:ADAPT! ADJUST! ACCEPT!!He felt his wife nudge him with her arm, and he glanced over at her. She was smiling faintly. He smiled back at her."How are you doing?" She asked."I'm good!" He replied, with a fair amount of honesty.Robert looked down at his wife's obviously pregnant belly, that, even with loose-fitting clothes one could see that she was around seven, or even eight months pregnant. As his eyes fell on her protruding belly, his wife placed both of her hands, palms down, over the curving radius, and she smiled as she did; and the fact that the baby growing inside of her wasn't his made no real difference to him, or to her! The baby's 'father', the actual biological father, was not just a black man, but an African black man from Kenya, by the name of Nathaniel, who Robert and his wife had gone down to visit for a weeks vacation, and, while there, Nathaniel and Robert's wife had had as much sarıyer escort sex as they could have together while there! Their vacation dates were planned around the optimal time of her ovulation cycle, which 'peaked' just two days after they had arrived in Kenya!Robert sat there looking at the three words emblazoned on the wall opposite them: ADAPT! ADJUST! ACCEPT! AAA! The mantra for any and all cuckold husbands, if ever there were! They were totally interrelated, and indivisible. If you adapted (to being a cuckold) adjustment was inevitable. If you accepted (your station in life AS a cuckold husband), then that meant you'd already adapted, as well as adjusted to it (or, you were on your way to doing so). So these three words, all beginning with the letter 'A', were the essential qualities needed if you were to be a 'good' and 'well-adjusted' cuckold. He took in a deep breath and then slowly let it out. As he did, his wife gave his hand a light, reassuring, squeeze.The waiting room was populated with other white married couples, each woman in each couple was pregnant, just as his wife was; and, as he knew from the reputation of the clinic, catered almost exclusively to white married couples in varying degrees of interracial cuckoldry! Some of the wives esenyurt escort were chatting together excitedly, and showing pictures of the fathers of their babies on their phones to one another. From what he could tell by overhearing these various conversations, the 'fathers' of these white women's babies were all black men, and black men of mostly mid- 20's to late 30's. Robert studied the reactions of the other husbands there as their wives chatted happily about 'Tyrone' this, and 'Duane' that. There didn't seem to be a glum expression on any of these other husbands faces as their wives extolled the sexual virtues of the different young black men that had made them pregnant! He understood those other husbands very well, for he was likewise enthusiastic about the young, and very virile, black guy who his wife had been fucking fairly often for going on the last several months; and who had gotten Robert's wife pregnant as well! They had come to the Ob-Gyn clinic for their normal monthly check up to see that the baby was developing normally.As Robert overheard some of the other wives excited conversations, he pictured clearly in his minds eye the sight of the young black guy (who was obviously the father of his wife's baby), as his huge black cock drove deep inside her pussy; repeatedly, avrupa yakası escort relentlessly, like a machine almost, with nearly perfect timing and rythym! He could see the guys balls bouncing, back and forth, careening off his wife's ass-cheeks; back and forth, back and forth---like the living clappers of some amazing bell, announcing the imminent planting of his fertile seed into that equally fertile, and more than ready married pussy!Robert could recall the sound of his wife's moaning as the young black stud fucked her with such commanding resolution and undeniable command! He could also remember the deep, powerful grunting sound when the other guy ejaculated (for perhaps the second, the third, or even the forth time!) his seemingly endless supply of sperm into his wife's eager pussy; and recalling all this as he sat in the waiting room, he had an erection forming behind his zipper. All that from merely recalling such a scene!!Looking at the faces of the other husbands there, with their wives, as he was, they didn't seem at all upset, or jealous, let alone angry! They all had that look that he most likely wore---the look of men who have*either adapted, adjusted, and accepted, or, at the very least, they were working diligently on accomplishing those things!When it was time for their appointment, Robert let his wife lead the way, and as he did, he made brief eye-contact with one of the other husbands; and they both nodded to one another; and though subtle, it was enough to express that curious solidarity that all cuckold husbands shared in common with one another!*'Yes', Robert thought, 'adapt, adjust, and above all else, ACCEPT!' There was NO other option but that. None.(The End)*