I knew as much as I could've known when I took this project on,but there are days when I'm not sure if I'll consider another one after this one's finished.
I won't waste time whining about the difficulties I have getting things done sometimes,as none of that's pertinent to this thread. What's pertinent here is the most positive aspect of the endeavor beyond the fact that it's progressing well overall. That's the atmosphere here and the relationships I've developed with some black men. Not all of the people I come into contact with are black men of course,but those I have interest in beyond just getting things done are.
I've been fairly disciplined in my original plan not to let my playing become a distraction from what I have to get done. That said,I've made exceptions in the case of one city official and one contractor,both virtually irresistible black men and both professional and discreet.
Where I've let go and enjoyed myself is at the motel where I'm staying and in a neighborhood near here. For the sake of accuracy,I'll add that there's a club near here that I've been into only a couple of times,but with positive results each time. I would've probably been there more if not for all the opportunity here and in the few blocks where I get my walking on. I admittedly dress for men to the extent that weather permits,and of course,I'm friendly. I've found that's really all that's necessary for positive things to happen.
Hubby's been here enough to be familiar to some of the men here,and of course they know he's cool with the way I relate to black men. The atmosphere's reminiscent of the Army days,and that's something I like. However reluctant I might be to openly talk about personal things sometimes,my history as an Army Wife is something I'm always comfortable with talking about. The question that's often asked is if that's where I went black,and it's always easy to answer,Yes. I'm eternally grateful that I had the opportunity to support the troops and pick up the slack. They understand and appreciate my position.
Saturday morning: Hubby was on his way here again and beyond each of us enjoying ourselves,our intention was to insure that he would find me in the condition that pleases him most. Despite what some might think about how I look when they're finished with me,there's nothing he likes more than the evidence of wear. It's my pleasure to see that he gets what he wants,and my giving others pleasure at the same time is as good as it gets,a win for all!
I can't overstate my love of morning sex. I'll take it anytime,but there's something about the freshness of sex at the beginning of a new day that's especially pleasing for me. It's always been that way for me and my thoughts and memories are plenty. When I think about it,one of my fondest memories is from when we were in Germany and my hubby was on his duty cycle. It was the older sergeants that usually slept with me,senior NCO's as they were commonly called. I was still in my 20's,and most of them were in their 30's and 40's. Morning sex with them was especially memorable. They were capable men in every way and they affected me in a way that's difficult to describe,except to say that it was powerful. Their strength and power and their status among the other soldiers was part of it,and that they were attentive to me was exhilarating. We were close,intimate in fact,and they were inside me. I could go on and on,but I doubt I can adequately describe how it felt.
Ah,,,,Saturday morning. It started in the breakfast lounge again,drinking coffee and discussing where we might go to have a "real" breakfast served to us by a waitress. I hadn't initially planned to leave the motel,so I wasn't dressed to go outside. It was cool and damp outside,and I was wearing sweats,a tank top and sandals. I was still too sleepy to be all out flirtatious,but to be honest,I was hoping that someone would want to fuck.
There's a white couple staying here now,and although she's mostly polite to me,I get the feeling that the woman doesn't like me. She's pretty in a way,but kinda rough and loud sometimes. I'm not competitive by nature,but I can tell that she is,so I try to be low profile when she's around. I realize that I'm all over the place in my writing,as usual. This time I'm just trying to describe the setting,and she was there when I first went down. She and her hubby left after a few minutes,and that left me with several black guys,including two of the three who fucked me the Saturday before. Several of the guys left to go to a local restaurant,and four of us bowed out. Next time maybe.....
These guys know me pretty well. We've had sex and conversations about some of the things I write about here. They know I'm a whore and that my hubby approves. There was a quiet moment after the others left. I was sitting in one of the tall chairs beside a table,two of them sitting at another table facing me,and another standing next to me. They were all looking directly at me,seemingly waiting to see who would speak first. I knew what was coming,and I was already becoming aroused. One of the men who was sitting at the other table stood up and stepped toward me,putting his hand near my groin and squeezing at the same time the one next to me gently pinched my nipple,making me aware that my nipples were erect and visible through my top. One of them asked if I was up for it,and I answered,"of course". A movement in the direction of the lobby caused me to look that way,and I saw one of the guys who had left a couple of minutes earlier looking through the door opening,watching while the others were touching me. I was fully awake by then,and my mind was racing. I didn't have time to wonder how the following hours would unfold,but attention from black men is always good,and the sort of attention I was getting at that time is as good as it gets. I was from half asleep to FUCK ME NOW in something like three minutes time!
On the way to my room,I was asked and confirmed that my hubby was on his way and would be here shortly before noon. I added that he would love them having their way with me and would enjoy watching if they were ok with it. No answer.
I was a coiled spring sexually and I became disoriented as the men passed me back and forth between them,kissing,squeezing,and probing me,as if they were purposely trying to put me off balance. It quickly became evident that it wasn't going to be one of the laid back sessions when they just take turns fucking me. Men are virtually always in control when they want to be. I'm used to it,and maybe it's more pronounced or whatever with black men. Maybe that's one reason why.... I kinda lost my way there. It's just that it wasn't like most times. If someone were to describe how it happened,and it wasn't me. If I didn't experience it myself,I would likely say that I don't think I would enjoy it like that. But I did enjoy it. I was cumming over and over again,even while gagging on cock and being fucked hard at the same time. Everything they did felt good,even if I wasn't sure which of them was doing it,and even if some of it hurt. I heard parts of their conversations and some of those on phones too. I wasn't always sure who was in the room. Some of these guys cocks are among the biggest I've ever felt,and they were in me from every angle. I'm getting more anal now than ever in my life. I'm mostly with younger guys now,and there's a generational difference in respect to anal sex. Younger black men want my ass more often. I don't know why,but they do. There were some moments of relative calm,but not one when I was without someone's cock inside me,until they were finished with me. That happened abruptly and not coincidentally just minutes before my hubby arrived.
Men have complimented me and bragged about how I can take cock,going all the way back to Curt when I was barely twenty years old,more recently,and many times between then and now. I've taken it to heart,reasoning that we're usually best at what we love doing most,and I love to fuck more than anything. I wouldn't want to fucked so rough regularly. In fact,maybe never again,but I must admit that I enjoyed it and I won't forget it.
I'll keep what happened after my hubby got here private this time,except to say that when it was time for me to get up and out of the bed,he had to help me to the shower. They literally fucked me until I couldn't walk,and I'm still very sore.
thank you for sharing!
