I would like to tell the stories of some of my wife's experiences
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Hubby said"Please don't delete anything",and that I've deleted things that were as interesting as anything either of us have written. Even if it sounds schizo when I read it? "Don't read it. Put it down as you're remembering and thinking about it,then hit the send button." OK. I'm sure he's said that before. I've tried,but it's not as easy sometimes as it sounds.
I'm thinking that it's amazing what thoughts can go through my mind in seconds that can take paragraphs to describe and explain.
I got more than a little tipsy that evening by the pool. I was wildly horny and feeling lucky. That feeling started when we were in the diner that first night,and it was the main reason why it didn't take much for Irma to convince me that we should stay for the weekend. I was caught off guard by the brightness of the lighting and uneasy,having to stand by the door waiting for a table,knowing almost everyone in the room was looking at me. My concern was because I was practically naked in contrast to everyone else. When I noticed that there were a lot of black men there and some were looking at me in an appreciative way and smiling,my concerns were gone and my mood went straight up. Being a piece of meat isn't necessarily a bad thing.
I'm thinking that it's amazing what thoughts can go through my mind in seconds that can take paragraphs to describe and explain.
I got more than a little tipsy that evening by the pool. I was wildly horny and feeling lucky. That feeling started when we were in the diner that first night,and it was the main reason why it didn't take much for Irma to convince me that we should stay for the weekend. I was caught off guard by the brightness of the lighting and uneasy,having to stand by the door waiting for a table,knowing almost everyone in the room was looking at me. My concern was because I was practically naked in contrast to everyone else. When I noticed that there were a lot of black men there and some were looking at me in an appreciative way and smiling,my concerns were gone and my mood went straight up. Being a piece of meat isn't necessarily a bad thing.
I can't believe what just happened. I got knocked offline somehow while I was typing for a long time,and all but that couple of paragraphs is gone. I'll get back to it later. Sorry. I tried,and felt like it went pretty good,but I'll have to do it again.
No biggie from our end -- we'll happily wait for you to feel the muse and type it and send it - again. Thanks for all your stuff.
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I don't have a lot of time now,but I'll get down a little of it and try to finish later today.Hubby was looking over my shoulder last night,and he thought this was important enough to explain,even though I'm sure I read one of his post that said about the same thing.
For anyone to understand why I was so appreciative of all the attention I got in that town,it's necessary to compare it to what my day to day life was like during that time. It was totally different than when I was an Army wife. I was working two jobs in the medical field,supposedly one full-time and one part-time,but the part-time job was often more demanding than my main job. I was working like mad,and very close to being celibate for a couple of reasons. First,during the little time I had off,I was usually exhausted and/or sleeping. Second,my hubby was gone for weeks at a time,again. we lived in his home town,and I haven't been sexually active there(much) until recently. A little,but very little. Again,for multiple reasons,but mostly because I had little time or opportunity,and the need to be discreet. The onset of my good fortune in the low country came just before I changed careers,out of the medical field and into sales,making the need to be discreet close to home even more important.
This came as a compliment from my hubby,but I'm still trying to decide if I agree. I'll let people judge for themselves,but here's what he said: He said that I looked a lot different during that time than during other periods,and that I looked extra hot in sort of a raw kind of way. Raw? I've worn my hair medium-long for most of my life,but it was in a short "pixie" then,which made my tits appear even bigger? I'm not sure I understand that connection. I had to be well-groomed and I didn't have a lot of time to bother with my hair. It was as simple as that. I never neglected to shave my legs and armpits either,but my bush was full then,whereas I usually keep it neatly trimmed or shaved smooth. I'm sure I at least trimmed it a little for that road trip,because I always did that when I planned to wear short shorts. I don't shave my thighs,because I don't have any visible hair on them except in my crotch area. That was shaved for short shorts. I'm sure of that.
That was really personal in a weird kind of way. I hope he's satisfied and happy that I did it.
Another thing I'll put out there for Hubby's benefit is that if being fully cooperative with men when they're doing wonderfully naughty things to me that I totally want them to do makes me submissive,then I'm submissive. Happy?
I'll try to get back later today to tell what I remember about what happened by the pool and later in the motel room.
I'm putting a lot of effort into getting over my phobia about using certain words,because there's really no reason I can think of to explain why I am the way I am,other than to say that I'm just a little weird in that way. One such word is gangbang. I can't resist arguing that not every instance of a woman having sex with multiple men constitutes a gangbang. In my way of thinking,the span of time and manner that it happens makes a difference. If it's as many as three,four or more men on one woman all at the same time,then it's a gangbang. If they take turns,especially if means going into another room and fucking me one at a time,or just several over the course of hours,it might be a train or just a really good day or night,but not a gangbang. I realize that I might be splitting hairs,so I'll admit that I've probably been gangbanged more times than I've been willing to admit heretofore.
Although it wasn't discussed up until the last hour or so before it happened,I knew I was going to be gangbanged at or after the pool party,and that's exactly what I wanted.
This is a subject I've avoided on this thread because my experience doesn't jive with what seems to be common knowledge. I don't intend to be argumentative. I'm simply going to explain my experience. Most people seem to think that virtually all black men favor anal sex,and I haven't found that to be true. It could be true. I'm just saying that I haven't seen evidence of it. I've yet to meet a black man who doesn't enjoy having his dick sucked and all who aren't gay like pussy,but only one in every few have gone for my butt. That said,in a group and situation such as that by the pool,there's almost certainly going to be one or two who will. I won't spend much time attempting to explain my feelings about it,except to say that I expected it and I was prepared for it. I was determined to satisfy every one of them by whatever means necessary. I'm always like that,but it was especially important for me to make a good impression on those guys. I was thrilled at the reception I'd gotten from them,and I knew I would want to go back there. I felt safe there,safe enough to go back alone if I had opportunity to slip away when my hubby wasn't around to go with me,and I did.
Although it wasn't discussed up until the last hour or so before it happened,I knew I was going to be gangbanged at or after the pool party,and that's exactly what I wanted.
This is a subject I've avoided on this thread because my experience doesn't jive with what seems to be common knowledge. I don't intend to be argumentative. I'm simply going to explain my experience. Most people seem to think that virtually all black men favor anal sex,and I haven't found that to be true. It could be true. I'm just saying that I haven't seen evidence of it. I've yet to meet a black man who doesn't enjoy having his dick sucked and all who aren't gay like pussy,but only one in every few have gone for my butt. That said,in a group and situation such as that by the pool,there's almost certainly going to be one or two who will. I won't spend much time attempting to explain my feelings about it,except to say that I expected it and I was prepared for it. I was determined to satisfy every one of them by whatever means necessary. I'm always like that,but it was especially important for me to make a good impression on those guys. I was thrilled at the reception I'd gotten from them,and I knew I would want to go back there. I felt safe there,safe enough to go back alone if I had opportunity to slip away when my hubby wasn't around to go with me,and I did.
They had hold of me at the very moment the couples left and the gate was locked. I felt a hand on the back of my neck and head as a handsome black face closed in on mine and locked me into a breath-taking kiss as my clothes were being pulled off. I was so aroused from the anticipation of what was about to happen that I was already near orgasm. No more than a minute later,I felt the pressure from the head of a really big cock being pushed into my pussy from behind. I was sort of standing,but not on my own. I was leaned forward,suspended a few inches off the ground between two men. There must be a protocol that dictates a pecking order requiring the biggest hung man to go first in such a situation,because that's the way it always happens. No complaint about it on my part. I'm just saying.... I was cumming before he got it all the way inside me,and that first orgasm went on and on. My knees would've buckled under me if the men hadn't been holding me up. I know I make noises when I'm fucked,but I almost never hear them myself. Such was the case then,because I felt a hand over my mouth and heard a guy chuckling as he told me that we had to be a little more quiet. Seriously? With the music still playing and all? I must have really lost control.
The first three guys pumped their loads into me in quick succession,confirming for me that they had indeed been as impatient as I had thought. The fourth went into my pussy,but only for a couple of moments before he pulled out and pushed into my butt. Credit his skill,my condition,or both,but I never felt any pain. In fact,it felt really good. Everything they were doing felt wonderful!
As he filled my bowels,I felt the warm wetness of a big stream of cum slipping down my inner thigh. I was able to look down and see that a couple of small puddles had escaped my gaped pussy and fell directly to the ground as well. I felt a moment of regret that I had conspired with Penny to send my hubby away with her. For reasons that are his own,he thrives on precisely that kind of visual,and would remember it and talk about it forever. But,I knew he was in good company and would enjoy being with Penny. She was a doll,and super sweet. I was attracted to her too,but we never went past kissing and a touching a little bit.
Between the alcohol and countless orgasms,I blacked out more than once while they were fucking me. I remember being a little uncomfortable lying on my back on the picnic table that I had danced on earlier while they were taking turns fucking me. My ass was at the edge of the table,and they stood and leaned over me,bracing themselves on the table. One more guy took my butt in that position too. Eventually,someone took me into the water and that revived me. I remember being held in dark,muscular arms and resting my cheek against his chest,savoring the feeling.
Some of the guys had gotten all they wanted and left when I asked them to take me to the room. I told them they were welcome to stay with me all night or for as long as they wanted. Two more decided to leave,and it made me feel good when they both hugged and kissed me before they left. We picked up my skirt,top,and shoes,but we couldn't find my panties. I didn't bother to get dressed. I walked the sidewalk across the end of the parking lot,up the stairs and down the entire length of the balcony to the second room from the end,totally naked,without even thinking about what I was doing. Three of the men went with me. They all had their clothes on.
Once inside the room,I went directly into the shower. One of the guys went into the shower with me. We soaped and rinsed,groping each other as we freshened up. The other two guys had turned the TV on while we were in the shower,and were talking about looking for the porn channel. I danced three spins and tossed my towel back into the bathroom before I laid back on the bed,spread my legs wide and started fingering my pussy. The guy who had showered with me was already hard from our playing and promptly mounted me,cutting my masturbation show short.
The first three guys pumped their loads into me in quick succession,confirming for me that they had indeed been as impatient as I had thought. The fourth went into my pussy,but only for a couple of moments before he pulled out and pushed into my butt. Credit his skill,my condition,or both,but I never felt any pain. In fact,it felt really good. Everything they were doing felt wonderful!
As he filled my bowels,I felt the warm wetness of a big stream of cum slipping down my inner thigh. I was able to look down and see that a couple of small puddles had escaped my gaped pussy and fell directly to the ground as well. I felt a moment of regret that I had conspired with Penny to send my hubby away with her. For reasons that are his own,he thrives on precisely that kind of visual,and would remember it and talk about it forever. But,I knew he was in good company and would enjoy being with Penny. She was a doll,and super sweet. I was attracted to her too,but we never went past kissing and a touching a little bit.
Between the alcohol and countless orgasms,I blacked out more than once while they were fucking me. I remember being a little uncomfortable lying on my back on the picnic table that I had danced on earlier while they were taking turns fucking me. My ass was at the edge of the table,and they stood and leaned over me,bracing themselves on the table. One more guy took my butt in that position too. Eventually,someone took me into the water and that revived me. I remember being held in dark,muscular arms and resting my cheek against his chest,savoring the feeling.
Some of the guys had gotten all they wanted and left when I asked them to take me to the room. I told them they were welcome to stay with me all night or for as long as they wanted. Two more decided to leave,and it made me feel good when they both hugged and kissed me before they left. We picked up my skirt,top,and shoes,but we couldn't find my panties. I didn't bother to get dressed. I walked the sidewalk across the end of the parking lot,up the stairs and down the entire length of the balcony to the second room from the end,totally naked,without even thinking about what I was doing. Three of the men went with me. They all had their clothes on.
Once inside the room,I went directly into the shower. One of the guys went into the shower with me. We soaped and rinsed,groping each other as we freshened up. The other two guys had turned the TV on while we were in the shower,and were talking about looking for the porn channel. I danced three spins and tossed my towel back into the bathroom before I laid back on the bed,spread my legs wide and started fingering my pussy. The guy who had showered with me was already hard from our playing and promptly mounted me,cutting my masturbation show short.
A little more on something that's fun. I'm not sure how far I'll go,or how much I'll be comfortable revealing about the actual facts. I do want to remain anonymous in as far as anyone who knows me personally ever connecting me to this thread.
In a sense,it hasn't progressed all that far yet,but......
I've fucked my nephew's best friend twice,a really hot 19-year-old black guy. He actually pursued me for months with the assistance of my nephew,a very flattering proposition,considering.....yes,my age. Another of their friends is mimicking him,and his odds of succeeding are very good as well. I was easy for the first,but not really quick. It will probably be much the same with the next. That's mostly because we're not in that area much now,but the game is fun too.
In a sense,I'm cucking my nephew. It could be a semi-permanent relationship,and it's possible that he might actually see me in action. Neither is certain yet. I'm trying to decide as things progress. Hubby's not comfortable with it at all. I've put him through a lot lately,but not with malice or anything of the kind. I do care about his feelings,but there comes a point when I have to assert that I am the person I am.
In a sense,it hasn't progressed all that far yet,but......
I've fucked my nephew's best friend twice,a really hot 19-year-old black guy. He actually pursued me for months with the assistance of my nephew,a very flattering proposition,considering.....yes,my age. Another of their friends is mimicking him,and his odds of succeeding are very good as well. I was easy for the first,but not really quick. It will probably be much the same with the next. That's mostly because we're not in that area much now,but the game is fun too.
In a sense,I'm cucking my nephew. It could be a semi-permanent relationship,and it's possible that he might actually see me in action. Neither is certain yet. I'm trying to decide as things progress. Hubby's not comfortable with it at all. I've put him through a lot lately,but not with malice or anything of the kind. I do care about his feelings,but there comes a point when I have to assert that I am the person I am.
A bit more while I'm on a roll.....Retirement isn't happening just yet. Hubby still has responsibilities with business he's been involved in for a long time,and he's put too much into it to let it go down the drain.
In addition to that,I've gotten us involved in another project that's not totally unlike the other one we had that caught fire. This one isn't in as good of an area as the other,but I think we can make it work. It's in a historic district too,and yes,it's in a predominately black area. Hubby thought my ulterior motives played too much into my planning at first,but he's starting to realize there's potential there. I'll admit that both the property and the surrounding area is pretty rough,in fact it's severely depressed. But,things are starting to happen there. We're not the only ones working to return it's vitality. Maybe too much information that's not pertinent to this thread,but in a way it is. I know what I'm doing,and I have my priorities in order. There are black men all over the place there,and some of them are looking really good already.
In addition to that,I've gotten us involved in another project that's not totally unlike the other one we had that caught fire. This one isn't in as good of an area as the other,but I think we can make it work. It's in a historic district too,and yes,it's in a predominately black area. Hubby thought my ulterior motives played too much into my planning at first,but he's starting to realize there's potential there. I'll admit that both the property and the surrounding area is pretty rough,in fact it's severely depressed. But,things are starting to happen there. We're not the only ones working to return it's vitality. Maybe too much information that's not pertinent to this thread,but in a way it is. I know what I'm doing,and I have my priorities in order. There are black men all over the place there,and some of them are looking really good already.
Hubby here. Wife doing similar, business wise.
Wow! It's hard work,but I can't seem to stay away from it. There's more to be done than we could do in a lifetime,and there are too many tempting opportunities,business wise that is,not to mention those that I might end up writing about here.
The real work hasn't started yet,as far as anything that can be seen. There's a good amount of preparation necessary before the physical work can start. We've come and gone quite a lot already,and been seen looking all around the area. I'm consistent in regard to offering clues that indicate my fondness for black men,sometimes subtly and sometimes less so. I don't dress like I would if I were going out to a club,but I like to make a good impression on men.
I hope I don't come across as being vain. I've always thought that it's important to be nice,and being vain isn't very nice. I'm laughing because being vain or naughty are both opposite of being nice,but naughty can actually be nice,but vain isn't. lol
Seriously,I don't think putting your best foot forward is necessarily being vain,but I guess it could be if it was overdone. It was brought to my attention when I was younger that I jutted my tits up and out when I walked. It wasn't criticism,just an observation by a close friend who was paying attention. I knew that my tits were considered big for my size and that men generally think the bigger the better. What men like has always been important to me,so I was subconsciously giving them a little extra boost. lol! I suppose it really wasn't bad for my posture,but it isn't necessary anymore. I've grown some since then,but my tits have grown more than the rest of me. That's a story in it'self. I've put on a few pounds in the past several years and a big portion of it has gone to my tits. I might be tempted to complain if it weren't for the fact that they seem to almost work magic for me with some men. They actually cause me some discomfort at times. I used to go bra-less all the time. That doesn't work for long periods of time anymore. If I'm moving around much,I have to have some support. I still don't like bras much,but I wear them sometimes. I get by with tops that have built-in support as much as I can. Thankfully,my tummy is in decent shape,good enough that I'm comfortable wearing crop tops and belly shirts. I try to pick them carefully,and they're not usually the same ones that young slender women might wear. Some are,but I tend to like those that only show a tiny bit of my tummy,just my navel and the spade. To me,that's the sexiest piece of jewelry I've ever owned.
I forgot where I was going with this. I've been listening to suggestions that I just write my thoughts on here like I was for a time before. I've certainly done that this time.
What I actually planned to write had to do with a 19-year-old in a motor home. I'll get to that later,probably next time.
I hope I don't come across as being vain. I've always thought that it's important to be nice,and being vain isn't very nice. I'm laughing because being vain or naughty are both opposite of being nice,but naughty can actually be nice,but vain isn't. lol
Seriously,I don't think putting your best foot forward is necessarily being vain,but I guess it could be if it was overdone. It was brought to my attention when I was younger that I jutted my tits up and out when I walked. It wasn't criticism,just an observation by a close friend who was paying attention. I knew that my tits were considered big for my size and that men generally think the bigger the better. What men like has always been important to me,so I was subconsciously giving them a little extra boost. lol! I suppose it really wasn't bad for my posture,but it isn't necessary anymore. I've grown some since then,but my tits have grown more than the rest of me. That's a story in it'self. I've put on a few pounds in the past several years and a big portion of it has gone to my tits. I might be tempted to complain if it weren't for the fact that they seem to almost work magic for me with some men. They actually cause me some discomfort at times. I used to go bra-less all the time. That doesn't work for long periods of time anymore. If I'm moving around much,I have to have some support. I still don't like bras much,but I wear them sometimes. I get by with tops that have built-in support as much as I can. Thankfully,my tummy is in decent shape,good enough that I'm comfortable wearing crop tops and belly shirts. I try to pick them carefully,and they're not usually the same ones that young slender women might wear. Some are,but I tend to like those that only show a tiny bit of my tummy,just my navel and the spade. To me,that's the sexiest piece of jewelry I've ever owned.
I forgot where I was going with this. I've been listening to suggestions that I just write my thoughts on here like I was for a time before. I've certainly done that this time.
What I actually planned to write had to do with a 19-year-old in a motor home. I'll get to that later,probably next time.
Hubby here again. I'm glad Lisa started writing on here again,and I don't want to interrupt her. I just want to clear something up,get it off my chest so to speak.
A family member who recently learned about Lisa's involvement with black men thought that I'm humiliated by it. That wasn't the first time that point of view has been expressed lately. Each time it was also assumed that I enjoy humiliation. Neither is true. It's complicated back home,for reasons I don't care to try to explain here or now,and maybe I never will.
Just for the record,I'm not at all humiliated by anything Lisa does. If I was,I don't think I would enjoy it,and I do. I'm really proud of Lisa,and I have every reason to be.
That's all I have to say about that.
A family member who recently learned about Lisa's involvement with black men thought that I'm humiliated by it. That wasn't the first time that point of view has been expressed lately. Each time it was also assumed that I enjoy humiliation. Neither is true. It's complicated back home,for reasons I don't care to try to explain here or now,and maybe I never will.
Just for the record,I'm not at all humiliated by anything Lisa does. If I was,I don't think I would enjoy it,and I do. I'm really proud of Lisa,and I have every reason to be.
That's all I have to say about that.
It's me,Lisa. I wish he wouldn't let what other people might think or say affect him so much,but I know he'll shake it off and be alright. That's an area where he and I have reversed positions over time. He used to never care much what anyone else thought,and the slightest thing would get under my skin. I don't worry about much now. I won't say that I don't care at all about what others think,but I'm comfortable with who I am.
To say we've been mobile for the past couple of years would be an understatement. Most of it's been back and forth between the same few places. Our house back home is rented out and will almost certainly be sold at some point. We'll probably never live there again. We've spent a lot of time in our motor home,and we're on our second apartment. The first was actually rented condo that we didn't like as much as we thought we would. This one's better,but we need to get closer to our new project,so we have another move to get done before long. We've gotten rid of enough stuff that it's not as big of a deal to move now as it was before. Our Army days,and the experience of "living out of a suitcase" is invaluable now.
I don't stray far outside of my comfort zone with men very often. Besides being black,most are veterans and I still manage to hook up with active duty military men too. We've gone to some clubs in several places that are immediately adjacent to military posts and some of those that are specifically for veterans as well. One thing always leads to another,and that leads to me doing what I've always done.
I have a date this afternoon with a guy I met some time ago at one of the clubs I just mentioned. He's a thirty-something veteran and works in security now. It's kind of a remote area where he works,but it isn't as far out as it seems when you're there. I've been there a few times. It's small and isn't furnished for a lot of comfort,but it's private,and there is a couch. He's introducing me to one of his counterparts today,the guy who takes over when his shift ends. I've only seen a phone pic of him,but if I described them both,they would seem similar. Both in their mid -thirties,medium built,but the guy I'm meeting for the first time today is taller than the other,well over six feet,and both dark complected.
It's very hot here. I have a summer dress picked out that should help me make a good first impression. It's a pretty blue floral material. It's just above the knee length with a deep v-neck that's made to provide some support without my having to wear a bra. I'll wear high sandals with with cork soles,and my toenails are done to match my fingernails. "Wet Cement" is my current favorite color. I know it doesn't sound very attractive,but it's really a very pretty,and I think very sexy color.
I'm going to drive my hubby's pickup instead of my car,because it fits in better out there.
To say we've been mobile for the past couple of years would be an understatement. Most of it's been back and forth between the same few places. Our house back home is rented out and will almost certainly be sold at some point. We'll probably never live there again. We've spent a lot of time in our motor home,and we're on our second apartment. The first was actually rented condo that we didn't like as much as we thought we would. This one's better,but we need to get closer to our new project,so we have another move to get done before long. We've gotten rid of enough stuff that it's not as big of a deal to move now as it was before. Our Army days,and the experience of "living out of a suitcase" is invaluable now.
I don't stray far outside of my comfort zone with men very often. Besides being black,most are veterans and I still manage to hook up with active duty military men too. We've gone to some clubs in several places that are immediately adjacent to military posts and some of those that are specifically for veterans as well. One thing always leads to another,and that leads to me doing what I've always done.
I have a date this afternoon with a guy I met some time ago at one of the clubs I just mentioned. He's a thirty-something veteran and works in security now. It's kind of a remote area where he works,but it isn't as far out as it seems when you're there. I've been there a few times. It's small and isn't furnished for a lot of comfort,but it's private,and there is a couch. He's introducing me to one of his counterparts today,the guy who takes over when his shift ends. I've only seen a phone pic of him,but if I described them both,they would seem similar. Both in their mid -thirties,medium built,but the guy I'm meeting for the first time today is taller than the other,well over six feet,and both dark complected.
It's very hot here. I have a summer dress picked out that should help me make a good first impression. It's a pretty blue floral material. It's just above the knee length with a deep v-neck that's made to provide some support without my having to wear a bra. I'll wear high sandals with with cork soles,and my toenails are done to match my fingernails. "Wet Cement" is my current favorite color. I know it doesn't sound very attractive,but it's really a very pretty,and I think very sexy color.
I'm going to drive my hubby's pickup instead of my car,because it fits in better out there.
I'm asked to elaborate on what it is that I do that I've always done. I flirt. A lot! It's a habit. I refrain from it when I must,but when I'm free to do as I please,I ask for it. It's a lot of fun and it gets me what I want. We all know that actions speak louder than words,right? Well,Curt taught me that when provoking men is the goal,images and actions usually make the need for a lot of words unnecessary. Curt was right. There's no doubt that it's true.
Yes,Hubby has had his sloppy seconds back for some time now. He's limited to that and that alone,and he's happy with it. In that compromise,I got face-sitting on demand and the unquestionable last word.
Shift change coming up. I'm out the door in two minutes.
Yes,Hubby has had his sloppy seconds back for some time now. He's limited to that and that alone,and he's happy with it. In that compromise,I got face-sitting on demand and the unquestionable last word.
Shift change coming up. I'm out the door in two minutes.
So hot to see you're back posting regularly again! I had two thoughts I wanted to share based on recent posts:
1) Instead of composing directly on this site, I suggest you do your writing in word. and then copy and paste it into the site when you're ready to post. This will eliminate the chance you lose several paragraphs due to a wifi crash or a power outage or whatever. Also, you don't have to make the decision to post right away when you're not sure whether you want to share it or not. You can just save it and have your husband read it over, edit for clarity or whatever, and then post when you both think it's up to your standard and not too revealing.
2) I think you should take your nephew under your wing and help him find the girl of his (and all his black buddies') dreams. It sure sounds like he's a prime candidate to become an IR cuckold. Then when he finds the right girl, you can help her realize her potential and avoid all kinds of mistakes based on your wisdom from decades of experience. A win win all around. Now THAT would be hot as hell.
1) Instead of composing directly on this site, I suggest you do your writing in word. and then copy and paste it into the site when you're ready to post. This will eliminate the chance you lose several paragraphs due to a wifi crash or a power outage or whatever. Also, you don't have to make the decision to post right away when you're not sure whether you want to share it or not. You can just save it and have your husband read it over, edit for clarity or whatever, and then post when you both think it's up to your standard and not too revealing.
2) I think you should take your nephew under your wing and help him find the girl of his (and all his black buddies') dreams. It sure sounds like he's a prime candidate to become an IR cuckold. Then when he finds the right girl, you can help her realize her potential and avoid all kinds of mistakes based on your wisdom from decades of experience. A win win all around. Now THAT would be hot as hell.
Thank you so much for your kind words and your suggestions as well. I hope to keep writing often,and I as long as it's kinda easy I will. I'm afraid it was when I started trying too hard to make it really good was when I started having my problems with writing. I wrote,or at least I started writing many times and couldn't finish what I was writing satisfactorily,so I deleted. That's what happened when I wasn't posting on here for a long time. I'm usually fine if I just quickly proof-read for errors,but if I look too long,I'll find enough reason to delete. I'm not a professional writer,and I don't think I could be. It's a fun way to express myself,and this is a venue where I can say things I can't say in most or many other places. More often than not,I'm not sure what I'll write when I get on here,and when I do sort of have a plan,something will cause me to go in an altogether different direction. So many people have been complimentary and very kind about what I've written on this thread,and I'm grateful. I do my best to express myself,but I'm constantly afraid of being misunderstood. I'm afraid what I write sometimes amounts to mumbo jumbo,a result of my very own brand of schizophrenia.
I think there's a good chance that you're right on target about the direction my nephew is headed,but "taking him under my wing" to the degree you suggested is out of the question for multiple reasons,first and foremost being that I'm not a person to give any other person advice about personal matters on that level. The key word is "personal". What works for one person won't necessarily be the same for the next. I'm certainly not an expert on matters pertaining to relationships either. Another reason is that I'll have limited time to do whatever I do involving him is that we're not spending a great amount of time there now,and won't be for the foreseeable future. He's into basketball and I assume many or most of his friends are too,but I don't know that for sure,and I don't know how many of his buddies are black. I'm only aware of two,but I haven't met a lot of his friends. One of the two has fucked me twice,and it's just a matter of time before I'll get together with the second one. It will likely happen the next time we're there,but I don't know when that will be. The first one can fuck me anytime we have the opportunity to be together,and if it goes as well with the second,that will go for him too. If it were to happen that our nephew was there to watch,I think I would be OK with it.
I'm not going to read this. I'm just going to hit the "post reply".
Thanks again for your interest and your kind words.
I signed on this time with the intention of recapping this afternoon,which was hot in more ways than one. I'm still going to try to do that,and there's something else I want to say if I can find the right words.
I think there's a good chance that you're right on target about the direction my nephew is headed,but "taking him under my wing" to the degree you suggested is out of the question for multiple reasons,first and foremost being that I'm not a person to give any other person advice about personal matters on that level. The key word is "personal". What works for one person won't necessarily be the same for the next. I'm certainly not an expert on matters pertaining to relationships either. Another reason is that I'll have limited time to do whatever I do involving him is that we're not spending a great amount of time there now,and won't be for the foreseeable future. He's into basketball and I assume many or most of his friends are too,but I don't know that for sure,and I don't know how many of his buddies are black. I'm only aware of two,but I haven't met a lot of his friends. One of the two has fucked me twice,and it's just a matter of time before I'll get together with the second one. It will likely happen the next time we're there,but I don't know when that will be. The first one can fuck me anytime we have the opportunity to be together,and if it goes as well with the second,that will go for him too. If it were to happen that our nephew was there to watch,I think I would be OK with it.
I'm not going to read this. I'm just going to hit the "post reply".
Thanks again for your interest and your kind words.
I signed on this time with the intention of recapping this afternoon,which was hot in more ways than one. I'm still going to try to do that,and there's something else I want to say if I can find the right words.
I haven't gone back and read many of our posts over the course of writing this thread. I found my way to this one after your post today,Subinsac,and after reading this and my hubby's reply to it,I cried. He's always good to me and he'll always give me the benefit of the doubt,even when I'm a total Bitch. He obviously knows me very well,and he figured out what was going on with me before I knew.
You're right that we have lived amazing lives,and Hubby was right when he said there have been some challenges too. What's tough to come to grips with is that the most difficult challenges we've faced as a couple have come over the past year or so. Why now,after such a long time with minimum issues? I wish I knew. We've had more than a normal amount of difficulty in several areas that might have ******* over to our relationship in ways that weren't productive. I've told about some of it on here,a fire in our home,chaos with a business that was supposed to be sold,and more. It's normal stuff that we all have to deal with,but when it's a lot in a short period of time,it can make people irritable and worse. Something I'm sure I haven't mentioned is the passing of a dear family member. Ouch. There again,normal things we all have to go through in our lives.
I won't try to get myself off the hook by blaming "outside influence",but Hubby knew what he was talking about. It was a guy I called Michael when I wrote about him on here. He didn't mean any harm. He saw us fitting the mold of a typical IR Cuckold couple to a T. He acted accordingly and encouraged me to play the Cuckoldress part to the fullest and humiliate my hubby,because that's what he really wants. In most ways it's perfectly reasonable to understand why he thought that,but he was wrong. I'm not sure how many couples could be defined as typical IR Cuckold couples,but I know there are some significant differences in the way we think about ourselves and each other,and some of the attitudes and opinions I read and hear about. I'll try to make some short statements to explain. I don't think any of this is new to anyone who's read much or most of this thread,but I'll acknowledge that I've also said and done some things that are contradictory. Both of us are conflicted in some ways,but isn't that true with everyone to one degree or another?
First,although we've lived the "lifestyle" for almost all of our time together as a couple,we didn't make a decision to join in or jump on the racist bandwagon. Some aspects of the way we've lived might seem extreme and probably lead some people to assume that we're different than we are. We live like we live,but we don't buy into the hype that's so often associated with the "lifestyle". Both of us reject and detest racism in any form. Being pro-black and "Black Only" sexually doesn't necessitate me being anti-white,and I'm not. I look at it as learned,an acquired taste. Not every black man is my "type". All black men are different,each being an individual like everyone of any other race. Physical attractiveness and personalities matter,and chemistry does also. I've had sex with a lot of black men the first time we've met,the most recent time being this afternoon,and the experience varies a lot. Sometimes it clicks right away,sometimes not as much,and sometimes it can take more time to get used to each other. Sometimes I take a pounding and it's over until the next time,and sometimes there is no next time. My favorite is when it's good enough to want more,and it's better after a few times,after we get used to each other's bodies and get to know other things like strengths,weaknesses,likes,dislikes,and so on. Fuck Buddies are some of the best friends a person can have. I have a shirt that says "I Love Black Men". I've worn it several times,and I can tell that it isn't always interpreted in a sexual sense. I honestly meant it to be,but it isn't always,and there's something I like about that.
I hope this isn't Mumbo Jumbo,because I really tried to say what I meant.
I'm still having some issues with self-expression,but I'll get through it and find the right balance.
I'm obviously capable of getting it wrong sometimes,but I know the guy I'm married to pretty well. There's a simple and virtually fool-proof method I use to determine whether or how much he's turned on by something I do. If his dick's hard,he likes it,regardless of whether he does or doesn't say so.
One more thing. What I said about having the unquestionable last word. It's not a continuation of what was going on when I was with Michael. I'm not being unreasonable,or being a Bitch for the sake of being a Bitch. I'm listening to everything Hubby says,and I'm trying to get it right for both of us. I've done what I saw as necessary for a long time,and that hasn't changed as much as it may seem that it has. If there's ever been a time when I needed to be assertive and step up,it's now.
I just have to find the right balance.
I need to lighten up too. I don't like being so serious.
It's a mood. My moods play into everything I do. I'll shake it,and I'll figure things out and move on.
Goodnight
I just have to find the right balance.
I need to lighten up too. I don't like being so serious.
It's a mood. My moods play into everything I do. I'll shake it,and I'll figure things out and move on.
Goodnight
I can forget everything else when there are black men wanting me,as was the case this afternoon. 2 is my favorite number. It doubles the potential without the wildness that comes when more get involved. I didn't get the full benefit of being with two men at the same time this time,because one of them had to watch the road and monitors the whole time,.....but these guys get along good together,and the chemistry's good between both of them and me,so there'll be more opportunities.
I felt good about how I looked today. I guess I do overall. I put a lot of effort into looking good for men. I'm heavier than I was a few years ago,but my choice men,black men don't mind that fact at all. My weakest point has been my waistline,but I've worked so hard to get it in shape that it's actually a point of pride now. It's not really slim anymore,but it's tight and doesn't bulge out at all. It looks pretty good to me,and I'm my worst critic. I like when men look at it because of the spade. I'm very dedicated to black men,and it's all positive. I'm not putting anyone else down or degrading myself when I'm with them.
It was really hot today. I'm not sure,but I think near triple digits. I could feel the heat when I got out of the truck. It's a long walk from the parking area to the building and nothing's paved out there. I knew I had to walk slowly and be careful on the gravel. I would break something if I tried walking out there in narrow heels,but men usually like my platforms anyway.
Both of them were there when I got there. I saw them watching me and I'm always tempted to try something cute in situations like that,but I knew better. I was too wobbly on the gravel to do more than smile and wave,and even the waving was a risk to my balance.
Once inside,Ken kissed and hugged me,letting one hand drop to my butt,giving it a squeeze,then keeping it there as he introduced me to Ron. Ken always has his hands all over me and it's one of the things I like about him. When men do that,it encourages other men to do it,and I soak it up like a sponge. I absolutely love roaming hands when they're talented,and Ken's certainly are.
No sooner than the introduction was made,a truck came to the gate and had to be checked in. I saw it first and stepped backward through the doorway into the small sitting area. Ken went outside,and Ron took the cue and came in with me,standing there with his head tilted to one side and his hand on his chin. "Look at you" he said. I struck a pose,and said,"and"? "Ken's been telling me how hot you are". I asked if he thought Ken knew what he was talking about,and he replied,.."Well,,,You look hot". That was my opening to get things going. We all knew why I was there,and there's never a reason to waste time. I stepped up to kiss him. I mean I really stepped up to kiss him and he still had to bend way down to reach my mouth. He's six foot seven. It's commonly believed that extremely tall men tend to be well-hung,and Ron's cock confirms that to be true. Ken's well-hung too. That's another thing I like about him,but Ron's cock is noticeably bigger.
Ken had finished with the truck and was watching me suck Ron's cock when I motioned for him to come closer. He said that he had to stay where he could watch everything,because we certainly didn't need any surprises.
Ron unzipped the back of my dress and started pulling it off. I asked if that was going to be OK,because I had never fully undressed before when I was there with Ken. Ron assured me that it would be OK. If anyone came,Ken could close the door and take care of business. I finished taking my dress off and made a show of pulling my thongs off and over each of my shoes while Ron watched. My pussy is smooth shaven now,except for a treasure trail the size of my forefinger that marks the middle,the center of my sexuality. Ron looked me up and down with a grin and silent whistle of approval as I stood there wearing only my shoes,and I felt myself tremble. That happens to me fairly often. Being in view and under such scrutiny in front of men sometimes brings me to orgasm,maybe mini-orgasm is more accurate,but still an orgasm. That's something that goes back to the time when Curt was coaching me while they broke me in,and it's motivated me to put myself on display for them ever since.
My back was turned toward the doorway,but I knew Ken was watching as straddled Ron's cock as he sat on the couch. There's never any doubt that it's going to fit. I'm experienced and I'm always wet. And,to the extent that a woman can be stretched by repeatedly taking really huge black cocks into her pussy,I have to be. But,you still have to be careful and go slowly at first with a cock of that size,or you'll likely get hurt.
It was a wonderfully tight fit,but I made it disappear,as I knew I could. I didn't know Ken was voyeuristic until today. I could feel his gaze and knew he was enjoying watching his friend fuck me. (Fact noted for future reference,and could enhance my chances of more such pleasure.)
I suggested we switch to reverse cowgirl position and coaxed Ken into coming close enough to put his cock in my mouth. He complied,but was still doing his best to keep watch over his shoulder. He cooperated as I determinedly sucked his cock in a fashion to make him cum as quickly as possible. I swallowed my reward,then laid on the couch,spread wide,one leg over the back of the couch,my opposite shoe searching for traction in an attempt to brace myself as Ron plowed me deep to our mutual finale.
I got dressed and said Goodbye before coming home to sit on my hubby. Not on his face this time. I don't do that often,only when the mood strikes me,and he never complains. His dick is always hard when I do it. What does that mean? It was hard today too,when I sat my sloppy,stretched pussy on him and soaked his cock with Ron's cum.
I felt good about how I looked today. I guess I do overall. I put a lot of effort into looking good for men. I'm heavier than I was a few years ago,but my choice men,black men don't mind that fact at all. My weakest point has been my waistline,but I've worked so hard to get it in shape that it's actually a point of pride now. It's not really slim anymore,but it's tight and doesn't bulge out at all. It looks pretty good to me,and I'm my worst critic. I like when men look at it because of the spade. I'm very dedicated to black men,and it's all positive. I'm not putting anyone else down or degrading myself when I'm with them.
It was really hot today. I'm not sure,but I think near triple digits. I could feel the heat when I got out of the truck. It's a long walk from the parking area to the building and nothing's paved out there. I knew I had to walk slowly and be careful on the gravel. I would break something if I tried walking out there in narrow heels,but men usually like my platforms anyway.
Both of them were there when I got there. I saw them watching me and I'm always tempted to try something cute in situations like that,but I knew better. I was too wobbly on the gravel to do more than smile and wave,and even the waving was a risk to my balance.
Once inside,Ken kissed and hugged me,letting one hand drop to my butt,giving it a squeeze,then keeping it there as he introduced me to Ron. Ken always has his hands all over me and it's one of the things I like about him. When men do that,it encourages other men to do it,and I soak it up like a sponge. I absolutely love roaming hands when they're talented,and Ken's certainly are.
No sooner than the introduction was made,a truck came to the gate and had to be checked in. I saw it first and stepped backward through the doorway into the small sitting area. Ken went outside,and Ron took the cue and came in with me,standing there with his head tilted to one side and his hand on his chin. "Look at you" he said. I struck a pose,and said,"and"? "Ken's been telling me how hot you are". I asked if he thought Ken knew what he was talking about,and he replied,.."Well,,,You look hot". That was my opening to get things going. We all knew why I was there,and there's never a reason to waste time. I stepped up to kiss him. I mean I really stepped up to kiss him and he still had to bend way down to reach my mouth. He's six foot seven. It's commonly believed that extremely tall men tend to be well-hung,and Ron's cock confirms that to be true. Ken's well-hung too. That's another thing I like about him,but Ron's cock is noticeably bigger.
Ken had finished with the truck and was watching me suck Ron's cock when I motioned for him to come closer. He said that he had to stay where he could watch everything,because we certainly didn't need any surprises.
Ron unzipped the back of my dress and started pulling it off. I asked if that was going to be OK,because I had never fully undressed before when I was there with Ken. Ron assured me that it would be OK. If anyone came,Ken could close the door and take care of business. I finished taking my dress off and made a show of pulling my thongs off and over each of my shoes while Ron watched. My pussy is smooth shaven now,except for a treasure trail the size of my forefinger that marks the middle,the center of my sexuality. Ron looked me up and down with a grin and silent whistle of approval as I stood there wearing only my shoes,and I felt myself tremble. That happens to me fairly often. Being in view and under such scrutiny in front of men sometimes brings me to orgasm,maybe mini-orgasm is more accurate,but still an orgasm. That's something that goes back to the time when Curt was coaching me while they broke me in,and it's motivated me to put myself on display for them ever since.
My back was turned toward the doorway,but I knew Ken was watching as straddled Ron's cock as he sat on the couch. There's never any doubt that it's going to fit. I'm experienced and I'm always wet. And,to the extent that a woman can be stretched by repeatedly taking really huge black cocks into her pussy,I have to be. But,you still have to be careful and go slowly at first with a cock of that size,or you'll likely get hurt.
It was a wonderfully tight fit,but I made it disappear,as I knew I could. I didn't know Ken was voyeuristic until today. I could feel his gaze and knew he was enjoying watching his friend fuck me. (Fact noted for future reference,and could enhance my chances of more such pleasure.)
I suggested we switch to reverse cowgirl position and coaxed Ken into coming close enough to put his cock in my mouth. He complied,but was still doing his best to keep watch over his shoulder. He cooperated as I determinedly sucked his cock in a fashion to make him cum as quickly as possible. I swallowed my reward,then laid on the couch,spread wide,one leg over the back of the couch,my opposite shoe searching for traction in an attempt to brace myself as Ron plowed me deep to our mutual finale.
I got dressed and said Goodbye before coming home to sit on my hubby. Not on his face this time. I don't do that often,only when the mood strikes me,and he never complains. His dick is always hard when I do it. What does that mean? It was hard today too,when I sat my sloppy,stretched pussy on him and soaked his cock with Ron's cum.
