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Ring Of Truth (3)[ If the theme of interracial sex disturbs you, read no further! ]I’d taken off the cock ring that I’d promised Brother Dexter I would wear as often as I could. I had showered, and as I toweled off, my wife walked in.”Hey,” she said with a smile. “How are you doing?””I’m good,” I replied.She didn’t reply.When I was finished drying off, and I’d hung up the damp towel, I picked up the black cock ring, that I’d laid on the edge of the sink while I’d showered. My wife watched me as I rinsed it with warm soap and water and then dried with a handful of toilet paper. It gleamed with a satiny luster, and then I put the ring back on. As I did, my wife watched.”You do that with such skill,” she said smiling. “Is it difficult to put on and take off?””There’s a technique to doing both,” I answered. “Brother Dexter showed me how to do it. Once you understand it, it’s easy.””Does wearing it ever bother you?” She asked. “I mean, is it every uncomfortable for you while wearing it?””At first it took time to get used to it, but it didn’t take very long. And yes, sometimes it can be a little bit uncomfortable, but, that’s part of why I wear it. It’s a reminder of my vow, of my commitment to being submissive to Brother Dexter; and of my faith in God.””I’m glad it doesn’t hurt while wearing it.” Then she added: “I’m very proud of you for the way you have embraced this.””Are you?””Of course! You’ve been such an inspiration to me, and I know others feel the same.”I felt pleased to hear her say that. It helped. It was by no means easy to live the life of a married, but celibate, Christian cuckold. It was an hourly, and daily, and very deliberate choice to maintain. The difficult in remaining that way was sometimes very difficult, but that was the whole point to it! Had it been easy, it wouldn’t have been much of a challenge!As my wife and I stood there, I could see her increasingly swollen pregnant belly; and I was very well aware that the baby bahis şirketleri inside of her wasn’t mine. It was Brother Dexter’s. This was not a surprise, of course. It was a natural outcome of having abnegated by sexual role with my wife, and allowing Bother Dexter to be the one for that. That was, after all, the most fundamental relationship he had with the other husbands wives within ‘The Family!’ Brother Dexter was siring a Family of his own, and through the wombs of our own wives, and with our full knowledge and consent, of course.Standing there with nothing on but the cock ring, I stepped closer to my wife and placed both hands onto her rounded belly. As I stood there, feeling the warmth and smoothness of her belly, my cock had begun to grow erect. She looked down and noticed this; and smiling, she looked up into my face, and after a moment’s pause, she said: “You should do a libation.”I glanced down at my stiffening cock, and the sight of the black cock ring encircling both my cock, and my balls, I said: “I was thinking the same thing as I was showering,” and then I smiled.She smiled too, and she raised up and kissed me, softly, affectionately, on the mouth; and the feel of her lips on mine (something we tended not to do so much any more, so that I would be less tempted to break my vow of chastity to Brother Dexter, and to my wife). As our lips touched briefly, my erection was nearly full!At that point my wife stepped back, and she said, with a faint smile playing at the corners of her mouth: “You definitely need to do a libation!”The problem was, Brother Dexter would be unavailable to receive it. He was busy impregnating one of the couples wives that day. However, he had made provisions for such a situation should it arise. On a small wooden table in our bed room, there was laid a white cloth, who’s corners just touched the edges, forming a diamond; and in the middle of that was a framed photograph of Brother Dexter (smiling as bahis firmaları he always seemed to be doing), and on either side of the photograph were two candles, and then, in front of all that was a small wine glass goblet.I walked naked from the bathroom to the bedroom, my erection swinging from side to side as I did. I could feel the presence of the cock ring very clearly now as it encompassed my manhood (such as it was). I was eager to do a libation. In fact, I need to do a libation very badly!”I’m going to run a few errands,” I heard my wife say from behind me as she stood in the doorway of the bedroom.”Okay,” I replied, feeling that strange mixture of both sexual frustration and longing to have sex once again with my wife (which I knew would never happen now), and that equally strange exhilaration of submitting myself to Brother Dexter as I had!Once my wife had left, I lit the two candles on the altar table, and since my cock was already nearly fully erect, I began stroking it, slowly, not wishing to hurry to orgasm too fast.I focused my eyes on the picture of Brother Dexter, and as I did, that smiling face of his, with those big, dark eyes of his, that seemed to always be twinkling with some sort of inner humor, excited me; and I felt my cock stiffen even more than it had already been.”Mmmm, Brother Dexter,” I said aloud. “Here I am. Can you sense it? Do you feel my energy? Do you feel my, my obedience to you? Do you sense my…commitment to you? To my vow of chastity?”For several moments I stood stroking my cock in silence, and staring into Brother Dexter’s smiling face and twinkling, humorous eyes. As I did, I decided that Brother Dexter did sense my thoughts, and that pleased me very much!As I stood there facing his photograph, I’d begun to ooze pre-cum, and it made my fingers wet and slippery, and by doing so it increased the pleasure I was feeling.”I’m…I’m yours, Brother Dexter,” I said out loud again. I’d emphasized the word kaçak bahis siteleri ‘yours’ deliberately.Then I said: “My wife is carrying your baby. I’ve watched it grow inside of her everyday since you and she conceived it together. I remember that day so clearly. You were wonderful with her. And your fertile seed is now about to bear fruit. I am excited for that day.”I stood there stroking my cock for a while longer in silence, and then I said: “I’m going to come. As I do, I want to reaffirm my original vow of never passing on my own genes, and instead, giving you my wife’s womb to pass yours on; just as God intends; just as you have patiently explained to me many times.”Every time I did a libation, either with Brother Dexter, or alone, as I was then, there was such a wonderfully intense form of excitement, and pleasure, in the act of giving back to God, and to Brother Dexter, the sperm that was never to find it’s way into my wife’s womb, or any other woman’s womb, for that matter. This was the role I had embraced as a celibate, Christian cuckold husband.Then, after a few more strokes, I began ejaculating my sperm!As I did, I couldn’t help but moan loudly with each and every spurt of my sperm as I ejaculated it into the wine goblet”Oh GOD YES! Yes! Yes! YESSS!!” I said, over and over, and over again, until there was not one drop left of sperm to be given over. As I ejaculated, I stood there shivering from the utter intensity of the orgasm’s pleasure.Then, as my orgasm began to fade, I thanked Brother Dexter for the honor of doing the libation, as well as for the c***d he had placed inside my wife’s womb. “The sacred c***d” is what Brother Dexter called all the babies he had so far made with the other husbands wives; and now with my own, as well!After I’d cleaned up the libation (in the manner to which Brother Dexter proscribed), I went out to mow the lawn, and I was doing that when my wife returned form doing her errands.”Better?” She asked me, when I came in from mowing. I knew what she was referring to, of course.I replied: “MUCH better, thanks!””Good!” She said, and brushed my cheek, soothingly, with one of her hands.”Yes,” I said. “It IS good. Very good.”The End
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