I would like to tell the stories of some of my wife's experiences

seldomseen

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Saying I was the center of attention might have been a slight overstatement. There were multiple conversations going on,so it wasn't as if all eyes were on me at every second. I only meant to emphasize that I was the only woman there. It's an example of deja vu for me. It takes me back to how I was broke in. It's like being everybody's girlfriend. It's freedom to be easy,passive,and wonderfully whorish. When everything's good,mood,chemistry and all,it's the ultimate experience for me.
 

seldomseen

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Still struggling,trying to get back to doing some descriptive writing,and I'm afraid it's still not working for me. Hubby tells me I'm trying too hard. All I know is that when I read the words I write,I don't know if a reader will be able to visualize what happened as I remember it. To that,he says that it's not necessary to be completely accurate,only to be able to describe what happened. Maybe he's right. I just wish it was as easy as it was for a while. I don't want it to seem like work.

Just write my thoughts? I can do that,but I don't know if anybody will be interested. Maybe a few details about how we're living now? I guess I can do that too.

We're on the go a lot.

We spend a lot of time in a motor home,and sometimes motels and b&b's.

Some of it's business,taking care of things we started in our former lives,and still have some responsibility to,but mostly we're just fucking off.

Recently,while standing in front of a mirror,my reflection caused me to think about how I come across to people when they see me for the first time.

I was wearing a tank top that has the words "ARMY WIFE" on it in bold print. I have more than one such items. While it's technically inaccurate,it still reflects who I am as a woman. Anyone who sees that and is interested enough to want a closer look might also see something else,usually more subtle,such as earrings or other jewelry with a spade,a further description of who I am as a woman.

It's not news to anyone who's read my reminiscences that there have been periods of time in my past that I would love nothing more than to relive.

We all know that's not possible,but........

We're all familiar with stories that begin with "When I was growing up",most commonly used in reference to one's childhood. In that sense,I have to say that I grew up in the far north,but I want to present another take on the term,"growing up",more specifically with respect to gender,"becoming a woman."

I was an adult in the legal sense,at the top side of my teens when we married. I turned twenty just weeks after my hubby took off on his extensive Army adventures. Much of that's in the early pages of this thread,so it's not necessary to repeat. I'm just asking,as I've asked myself before. Was I an adult,legally responsible for myself? Yes,of course. Was I a woman? Not really. It's impossible for me to keep a straight face when contemplating the answer to that question. I was in that awkward,at least for me,stage between being a girl and becoming a woman. I was extremely hot,oversexed when compared to whatever's considered to be average,I'm sure. I loved to fuck. I was already addicted to sex,and soon became addicted to sex with black men in particular,though it was a long time before I fully accepted it as it is.

Notwithstanding my feelings of awkwardness and much effort to be enticing and seductive in order to get beyond those feelings,it all happened very naturally. I "became a woman" while living and being shared among black men,mostly soldiers and former soldiers,and that was a wonderful time for me. I was treated special. How? As a friend,and as if I belonged there with them. As a sex toy? Oh yes! I wouldn't have been happy if they hadn't. It was as if they were literally trying to wear me out,use me up. It's impossible to overstate how frequently they fucked me. I was so sore sometimes that I could hardly walk. That's when it's as good as it can get,and if loving it means I'm abnormal,I don't care. Cum dumpster? Sure. Addicted to black sex? Yes. I'm committed to the men who have always been there me and want what I have to give as a woman. The fact that they're black and I'm white makes it special. I won't try to explain why,except to say that I reject all racist points of view. Mine is that it's hugely erotic and makes things possible that otherwise wouldn't be. It takes sex to a level that I'm afraid most people never experience and don't realize is possible. I feel very lucky.


We can never go back. It's always different now,but there are some constants,and I relive as much of it as I can to the greatest extent that's possible. We spend a good portion of our time near several Army posts,some of them where we've lived in the past. It's common for us to be in the semi-private clubs that cater to military and veterans. It's easy to surmise that my hubby's role is that of my escort. Although we don't always conform to cuckoldry protocol,we fit the mold now more than ever before. I'm friendly,but rarely overtly flirtatious in public places. I'm sure it's obvious that I like men,particularly attractive black men.

At this minute,I'm thinking that even when I'm just writing my thoughts,trying to get used to expressing myself in written words again,it comes across the same each time.

I do the same thing over and over for as long as it works for me and it feels good. The only time it doesn't seem to work is when I'm writing. I don't want to be boring.
 

seldomseen

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Looking back over the first several posts my hubby wrote on this thread refreshed my memory about several things I haven't thought about in some time. The first is that he didn't plan to tell a lot about our past. Second is that he didn't initially plan to tell me,let alone get me involved. Next is that I'm glad he did tell me,because it's been satisfying on many occasions to be able to express myself with the benefit of remaining anonymous.

We've concentrated most on the times when I've had ideal or near ideal situations. There's more to tell about those times because I've been wide open when I've had the opportunity.

Our last couple of years in the Army is one example of a time when I didn't have it so easy,at least when my hubby wasn't home. He was gone more than he was at home,but I have to give him credit for going all out to help me all he could when he was there.

He likes talking about that time,and from his perspective,I got as much attention from men during that time as I ever have,that I seemed as hot as I've ever been,and that he was especially proud of me for everything I was able to accomplish.

I had a kid that wasn't a baby anymore. I was behind on where I needed to be with my education,and I was trying to get caught up,and my hubby was gone more than he was around.

There were multiple reasons why I got a lot of attention from men,but the main one was that my best friend and only female lover was married to a guy who possibly had the biggest mouth on post. I never had reason to complain about lack of attention from men. The issue that concerned me was that I usually had little opportunity to enjoy the benefits that could've come from getting that attention. I probably seemed as hot or hotter than ever because I wasn't getting enough cock to satisfy me. More often than not,I had minutes with men who I would've enjoyed spending hours with. Anybody want to guess where and how I got the most sex when my hubby wasn't there to help me out? Try bending over the vanity in the bathroom with grownups and kids in the apartment,and taking it from behind for just long enough for a man to blow his load in me,

That said,there were some good times then too. The only thing that happened really often was the quickies,and playing with Bonnie. Hubby did his best to help me make up for lost time when he was home,and he did pretty good.

I'll get back soon with my best attempt at describing more that happened during that time.
 
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Looking back over the first several posts my hubby wrote on this thread refreshed my memory about several things I haven't thought about in some time. The first is that he didn't plan to tell a lot about our past. Second is that he didn't initially plan to tell me,let alone get me involved. Next is that I'm glad he did tell me,because it's been satisfying on many occasions to be able to express myself with the benefit of remaining anonymous.

We've concentrated most on the times when I've had ideal or near ideal situations. There's more to tell about those times because I've been wide open when I've had the opportunity.

Our last couple of years in the Army is one example of a time when I didn't have it so easy,at least when my hubby wasn't home. He was gone more than he was at home,but I have to give him credit for going all out to help me all he could when he was there.

He likes talking about that time,and from his perspective,I got as much attention from men during that time as I ever have,that I seemed as hot as I've ever been,and that he was especially proud of me for everything I was able to accomplish.

I had a kid that wasn't a baby anymore. I was behind on where I needed to be with my education,and I was trying to get caught up,and my hubby was gone more than he was around.

There were multiple reasons why I got a lot of attention from men,but the main one was that my best friend and only female lover was married to a guy who possibly had the biggest mouth on post. I never had reason to complain about lack of attention from men. The issue that concerned me was that I usually had little opportunity to enjoy the benefits that could've come from getting that attention. I probably seemed as hot or hotter than ever because I wasn't getting enough cock to satisfy me. More often than not,I had minutes with men who I would've enjoyed spending hours with. Anybody want to guess where and how I got the most sex when my hubby wasn't there to help me out. Try bending over the vanity in the bathroom with grownups and kids in the apartment,and taking it from behind for just long enough for a man to blow his load in me,

That said,there were some good times then too. The only thing that happened really often was the quickies,and playing with Bonnie. Hubby did his best to help me make up for lost time when he was home,and he did pretty good.

I'll get back soon with my best attempt at describing more that happened during that time.
so awesome, your total availability. you touched on moments when you were nursing, and still opened up for your studs. Can you describe that a little? Incredibly hot, how ready to please your men that you were.
 

seldomseen

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so awesome, your total availability. you touched on moments when you were nursing, and still opened up for your studs. Can you describe that a little? Incredibly hot, how ready to please your men that you were.[/QUOTE Sure. It wasn't really as unselfish as that on my part. The men were taking care of me very well too. A few weeks into my pregnancy I became hornier than I had ever been before,and it lasted for a couple of years. Motherhood changed something in the way I felt. After my baby came,I dressed as sexily as I dared and went all over the town and kaserne pushing the stroller to work my baby fat off,and showboating for men at the same time. I got plenty of attention,but no action for my efforts,so my hubby intervened by telling several black guys that I was seriously hot for black men,not just teasing. He told them that they could have their way with me as often as they wished,with the only condition being that they respect my responsibilities as a mother. They all did that,some going much farther,helping me with the baby more than I could've imagined. I nursed my baby while being fucked from behind more than a few times. It was too easy and natural for me to be the first woman to get that idea. I think that's probably how it was supposed to be done according to Mother Nature's plan.
 
I think you are totally right. Is the most natural thing for a woman to be pleasured, and taken by her man, and for her to give him his pleasure that he needs. God/Nature gave us these bodies to enjoy physical pleasure. And you--unlike so many Women in modern society “got it.” Bravo.
Do you have a sister?
And Thank you for your reply.
 
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