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

[seldomseen]

Hubby left earlier than usual to meet with someone to look at a job.

There's a mood over me that's a bit serious,maybe too much so for here. But,I've written things here as a form of therapy before,so why not?

I'm not depressed or anything of the sorts. In fact I feel rather good,,,,,just in a mood for pondering about myself,what's important or not,questioning my purpose,my being.

Why? Why what,one might ask. Why do I do what I do? I think I know the answer,and it's really not complicated,at least not from my perspective. I'll try to explain in the simplest way possible.

As anyone who's sexually adventurous can tell you,all activity that's fun and satisfying is good,and fulfilling.(pun noted)

Where I might be different than some others is that there's a dependency aspect to my having sex with multiple men and sometimes groups of men. It became a factor with Curt and the crew. It happened again in Germany,and probably again after we came back stateside,but to a lesser degree. And now,it's happening again. In all of those situations,some guys came and went without much thought. Yep,...Bam! That was good! Thanks and Goodbye. But,also in each of those situations,there were several guys for whom I became their sole source of sex. From my perspective,it's a meaningful relationship,and albeit temporary,it's not unimportant. It's mutually beneficial for them and for me,as it satisfies a basic need. Whoring really is important. Someone needs to do it,so it may as well be me.

 

[seldomseen]

Devon is twenty-something,tall and muscular. He looks more like an executive or perhaps a porn stud,depending on whether or not he's wearing clothes, than the construction worker that he is at present. When I told him that I imagine him looking really good in a suit,he smiled and told me that this is temporary,that he's working on some stuff.

He's one of those men who has wandering eyes and is always sure to spot any and every attractive woman that comes into his view. I might worry,as most women would,about whether or not I could hold him if he was mine. He's not mine,so there's nothing to worry about. To Devon,I'm a useful sex toy,and it's all good.

Hubby hadn't been gone long and I was still wearing my outside clothes when Devon called and wanted to know if it was a good time. I answered that it's always a good time for him,and I meant it. He told me that I'm sweet and that he would be here in a minute or two.

Devon likes to watch me undress when there's time,as was the case today. I've been doing various versions of strip teases for a long time,and I think I'm usually pretty good at judging what men want. What Devon wants doesn't take a lot of time,because he isn't expecting a full-fledged strip tease. What it amounts to is little more than undressing slowly with a little masturbation along the way.

Having gone to the historic district earlier with my hubby,I had made a good effort to look good for other men,particularly black men. The weather's been cool here,but not terribly cold,and mostly sunny and dry,the latter point much to my liking.

I wore thigh-highs that are made to resemble faded denim. They're soft and clingy,and with some gentle adjusting with my fingers,provide the ultimate cameltoe effect. Light blue top with some built-in support to allow for ample cleavage,covered with a dark gray jacket and walking on red,strappy block heels. I felt good about myself and how I looked,and I got the looks from men to confirm that I had accomplished what I intended to do. Hubby was proud of me

I was still wearing everything but the jacket as I stood in front of Devon while he sat on the edge of my bed. I started dancing,rotating my body a couple of times for Devon to get a good look,and with my back to him,I switched to a hula hoop,then a twerk,and back to hula hoop a few times before putting my fingers under the waistband of my pants as I danced facing him and started slowly inching them down. When I paused to take my heels off in order to finish taking my pants off,Devon protested,wanting me to keep my shoes on. I promised to put them back on,explaining that my pants wouldn't come off over them. I've already tried that.

My heels back on,I continued dancing ever more slowly as I unbuttoned my top,necessarily pausing more than once in response to Devon's touching of my ass and my pussy. I still had my thongs on,but they were completely shifted to one side,leaving my pussy totally exposed. There are few things I can compare to the feeling of men's hands on my body,and when they're touching my most intimate areas,it drives me wild instantly and makes me gush!

Devon's cock would serve him well if he should ever decide he wants to become a porn stud. It's much longer than it is thick,but it's thick enough. It has a slight upward curve in it and the head is as perfectly shaped as any I've seen. It gets incredibly hard and stays hard for a long time. That extra degree of hardness and it's length causes him to hit bottom inside me when he gets really excited,like when he's cumming,and it can hurt a lot! I've learned to expect it,and I try to protect myself. He's a super thoughtful and considerate man too. He sometimes pulls out and cums on my body if he remembers in time,and that's what happened today. He was cumming inside my pussy as he pulled out and it spurted onto my belly and tits as he lunged toward my face,letting me catch the last spurts with my mouth.

PS: I can explain something for those who might not know,or maybe just never thought about it. The way we're proportioned can be a determining factor in our vaginal capacity. Two women who're the exact same height can be proportioned quite differently,one having longer legs and shorter torso and just the opposite for the other. Is everybody with me? Trust me when I say that I've thought this through quite thoroughly and that I'm serious. My legs are short,relative to the length of my torso. All of our internals share the space in our torso,so the space in my torso is more than a woman who's exactly the same height as I am,but has longer legs. That makes it possible for my vaginal capacity to take up more space,because there's more space there to begin with. I think that's the reason why really big cocks can disappear into me. Victor taught me to overcome my fear and let his cock go completely into me,but it wouldn't have been possible if there wasn't enough space for it to fit. Is my pussy stretched by BBC's? Bigger maybe,but deeper. I think not.

 

[seldomseen]

I called my hubby after Devon left,and I was still on the phone with him when Martin called,wanting to know if I had eaten or if I was hungry. I hadn't and I was,so when he offered to bring food,I accepted.

I was still on the phone with my hubby when Martin arrived. I was wearing a bathrobe,and I had only washed with a wash cloth after Devon finished with me. I hung up with my hubby,then Martin and I ate together. I assumed he wanted sex,because it had been a couple of days. While we were eating,I told him I needed to get a shower after we finished eating,and told him he could wait here or come back after I showered. He said there was something he needed to do and he'd come back in a half hour or so.

I was wearing a sexy negligee when Martin returned,and he gave me an ooooo tortured look,as if to imply that it's so good that it hurts. Good

Martin and Devon are very different. Martin's a huge man,probably outweighing me by three times. He's not grossly obese,and he's not a bad looking guy. He's just huge. I've gotten used to his size,so sometimes I forget how big he is until we're close. At first,I almost always rode him cowgirl fashion,because I was afraid he would crush me,but I've learned that he handles his size very well. Having him on top of me is actually awesome since I've gotten used to it. I'm spread wider than I'm capable of describing,and the way his cock fills me to the limit is wonderful. It's thicker than Devon's and probably just as long,but it doesn't get super hard like Devon's. Few men's cocks get that hard.

 

[seldomseen]

James showed up last night while I was writing,so I just posted what I had written. Sex is straight-forward with Marvin. He's a heavy equipment operator,and he's explained to me how repetitive his job is. It's easy to see him being good at his job,because he's prone to doing things the same way every time,and sex isn't an exception. There's no reason for me to complain,because I know what to expect and it's good every time.

I busy myself mouthing Marvin's cock as he undresses,backing away enough to let him get into my bed where I continue,usually until he starts tugging on me,wanting me to come up and sit on his cock. Marvin's unique in that his entire body is virtually hairless,and I enjoy licking his cock and balls for as long as he'll let me. In the time I've known him,he's only let me such him to completion a couple of times. He usually gets impatient to get his cock into me,but I still try occasionally. It's such a turn on for me to have my hands and face on his cock when he cums,because it spurts out in heavy streams that are much more than I can swallow. It looks like two double handfuls of semen. It's truly a mess,but it's a mess I love,and I always clean him up. I don't mind,but he usually prefers to cum inside me. More often than not,I'll climb on top and ride his huge cock for a while before he wants to mount me in missionary position and fuck me until he cums. I feel small when I'm with Marvin. I'm a little more than one-thirty verses Marvin's four hundred. That's big,and his cock matches his size.

 

[seldomseen]

I'm almost out of time now,but there's something I want to say before I stop,and I hope I can convey my thoughts and feelings the way it is to me. One important aspect of the situation I have here that's similar to what I had with Curt and those guys and again in Germany is how constant it is. It's not at the same level as in those times,but it's enough like that to make me realize that it's something I miss when I don't experience it for a long time. I'm busy a lot with working,and I'll face the fact that I'm older now too. I'm healthy and I eat and sleep pretty good,so I can take a lot. That's all good,because they're coming at me often now,and nothing could be better than that for me. They're all well-mannered and not pushy,but they really expect me to be ready to fuck anytime,and I like it like that. I had the advantage of youth and no real responsibilities when I was with Curt and the crew,so being ready to fuck 24/7 was easy. In Germany I had a baby,and that changed everything,but I still managed to stay ready for them all the time. Now too. Constant is good. It makes me feel like I want to feel. It goes beyond sex. It's the giving of myself.

I hope I got that right. Not perfect,I'm sure,but hopefully close enough for people who read it to understand.

 

[jbvg]

I called my hubby after Devon left,and I was still on the phone with him when Martin called,wanting to know if I had eaten or if I was hungry. I hadn't and I was,so when he offered to bring food,I accepted.

I was still on the phone with my hubby when Martin arrived. I was wearing a bathrobe,and I had only washed with a wash cloth after Devon finished with me. I hung up with my hubby,then Martin and I ate together. I assumed he wanted sex,because it had been a couple of days. While we were eating,I told him I needed to get a shower after we finished eating,and told him he could wait here or come back after I showered. He said there was something he needed to do and he'd come back in a half hour or so.

I was wearing a sexy negligee when Martin returned,and he gave me an ooooo tortured look,as if to imply that it's so good that it hurts. Good

Martin and Devon are very different. Martin's a huge man,probably outweighing me by three times. He's not grossly obese,and he's not a bad looking guy. He's just huge. I've gotten used to his size,so sometimes I forget how big he is until we're close. At first,I almost always rode him cowgirl fashion,because I was afraid he would crush me,but I've learned that he handles his size very well. Having him on top of me is actually awesome since I've gotten used to it. I'm spread wider than I'm capable of describing,and the way his cock fills me to the limit is wonderful. It's thicker than Devon's and probably just as long,but it doesn't get super hard like Devon's. Few men's cocks get that hard.

you're so hot. Ultimate hot wife.

 

[Horndog]

I've seen a lot over the years,and she's described many things that happened when I wasn't present. I've read some of the stories on here,and I'm not sure of my ability to write so colorfully as some people can. It's been very exciting for us,so I hope I can a satisfactory job of sharing some of our experiences. I'll change all names to protect the guilty,and I'll wonder if any of them will read what I write,and recognize that it's about them.

Lisa has been a hot wife since day one of our marriage. She's a small,pretty brunette. She was almost skinny when she was younger,but she gained a few pounds in her forties. I doubt most people could guess she's a BBC slut based on her appearance,but she does very well with black men. She has a penchant for black men,and she's made black sex her niche.

Our/her experiences span a number of years. There have been several peaks and lulls in her activity because of family/job responsibilities,etc. They range from mild to wild too. I've been excited when she showed up late at a family gathering that was already under way,nervous,and obviously(to me) fresh-fucked. I knew she had been with a black friend/co-worker,and she carried a fresh load of his cum in her belly. I've also seen her gb'd several times.

One of my favorite things to do is to watch her flirt,then progress to full sex. I'm usually watching from a short distance, and anonymously to others. I'm an avid voyeur,and very stealthy. I've been watching many times when the men didn't know I was there.

That is so hot! Love to watch my wife from across the bar flirting and picking up black men! We do this every time we go to the Caribbean. I will go back to the room and she comes in with her lover and he thinks I am just a friend. So they go in the bedroom and go crazy! It is so exciting!

 

[Horndog]

Assumptions about me are normal among men around here and I'm glad. Black men know I'm easy and I know it's obvious to anyone who's paying attention that I'm fond of black men. Being groped in the breakfast lounge isn't an everyday occurrence for me,but it isn't uncommon either. I'm slow to awake and might not be as talkative as I am at other times,but men's hands on my body are sure to make me smile. I've never resisted or protested about being touched,and I can't imagine that I ever would. Attention from men is good and that sort of sexually focused attention is flattering to say the least.

Saturday wasn't a work day for me,but I went to breakfast at about the same time as I do during the week. Hubby was on his way down,and I intended to go shopping for some basic things before he got here. I wore a sweater with tights and boots,my attention more on staying warm than on the camel toe look,but as I already said,attention from men is good.

The breakfast lounge was near vacant compared to what it's like on weekday mornings. I was joined by two young black men who know me well,then a third who I've only seen since I came back from my holiday vacation. The two I knew stood on either side of me and began groping my pussy and gently squeezing my groin as we stood next to a tall table while the new guy watched. After a few minutes of relative silence,one of them stepped aside to make room for the new guy. I enjoyed his touch and pushed my pussy firmly into his hand as his long dark fingers massaged my pussy through my tights.

There was a very brief discussion about our plans for the morning that ended with me telling them that nothing I had planned was so important that it couldn't wait for them to finish what they had started,and that they were welcome to come to my room.

Hubby has always loved to come home and find me freshly fucked,my pussy gaped and cum streaming down my thighs. Sometimes timing works out perfectly by pure coincidence.

This isn't the detailed day that I've been planning,but it's something wonderful that happened unexpectedly that I thought would be nice to share here.

That is so hot! Got me as hard as steel!

 

[seldomseen]

Just checking to say Hi!

I'm honestly somewhat busier than I sometimes want to be with my project,but it's going well and getting close to being finished and I'm as busy as I love to be with men here,back home,and another place where I've spent a little time of late. Hubby got most of his work done already,so he's with me most of the time now.

Much of the discretion I've thought necessary here and back home in the past is gone. I still respect the fact that it's a family atmosphere in both places,but I've grown more relaxed about presenting myself to men.

I'll answer a question here,rather than have more people wondering. I won't get into trying to explain the family tree on my Hubby's side of the family,but no,my brother-in-law and nephew I've written about knowing my passion for black men are not ******* and *******. They're almost as eager to have me spread my legs for black men as my hubby is,and it's great! I think more white men than I used to realize get turned on by black men fucking their women,and it's not limited to their wives. It works for me because I've always benefited from being set up. I still do,and there's a lot I like about that. As often is the case with me,it's hard to put my thoughts and feelings into words. For one thing,it's flattering when men are interested in me because they've been told how hot and easy I am.

 

[Chip]

Just checking to say Hi!

I'm honestly somewhat busier than I sometimes want to be with my project,but it's going well and getting close to being finished and I'm as busy as I love to be with men here,back home,and another place where I've spent a little time of late. Hubby got most of his work done already,so he's with me most of the time now.

Much of the discretion I've thought necessary here and back home in the past is gone. I still respect the fact that it's a family atmosphere in both places,but I've grown more relaxed about presenting myself to men.

I'll answer a question here,rather than have more people wondering. I won't get into trying to explain the family tree on my Hubby's side of the family,but no,my brother-in-law and nephew I written about knowing my passion for black men are not ******* and *******. They're almost as eager to have me spread my legs for black men as my hubby is,and it's great! I think more white men than I used to realize get turned on by black men fucking their women,and it's not limited to their wives. It works for me because I've always benefited from being set up. I still do,and there's a lot I like about that. As often is the case with me,it's hard to put my thoughts and feelings into words. For one thing,it's flattering when men are interested in me because they've been told how hot and easy I am.

Sounds like my ex wife

 

[seldomseen]

It was understood that the young friend of a friend wanted to fuck me and would at the earliest opportunity.

It was at the home of a relative where an event was scheduled for later in the afternoon,and the only people already there were men,until Hubby and I got there.

He went into the bedroom first and I followed,noticing everyone watching us as I looked over my shoulder,my hubby,nephew,brother-in-law,and three black men,all close friends. Knowing we had to hurry,because there would soon be others arriving,I wasted no time in removing my dress and my panties,leaving my bra and heels on. The tall,slim high school student was slightly nervous,but horny and eager to get hold of me,as he had told all the guys he'd wanted to do for some time.

He dropped his pants to reveal a cock that he was proud of,and rightly so. Although he still lacked a year or two being a fully legal adult,his cock was already massive. I've long known that's not all that uncommon.

I knelt and licked his cock and balls hurriedly before whispering to him that we had to hurry,and suggesting that he lay back on the bed and let me on top. He did,and I climbed on,determinedly settling my pussy onto his cock. His mouth opened in silent pleasure as I moved only slightly,squeezing his cock with my vaginal muscles while keeping his cock deep inside me. I thought about the other black guys in the family room,and how I wouldn't mind taking all of them in succession sometime in the future if I have the opportunity. It was only a few minutes until I felt his cock pulsing,while emptying his semen into my belly.

I washed my hands afterward,but not my pussy. Hubby's very sensitive to smells,especially those of sex,and he was really pleased with me during the party,knowing that a number of the men there also knew of my activity before the party started.

That's one thing that happened the last time we were back home,and similar things are becoming more common there. It's rather nice for me not to have to suppress my desires so much any more while we're there. I'm still not behaving as if I'm at the NCO club per se,but I'm not uptight either. I guess you could say that my penchant for black sex is an open secret now.

 

[seldomseen]

Hubby here,

We've gone through many changes in our years together. Whether justified and necessary or not,our environment,location and situations have determined how open or not Lisa's been relative to her passion for black sex. Our relationship has matured and changed over time too.

Something that amazes me every time I'm reminded of it is how little Lisa's interaction and chemistry with black men has changed in that time,because it really hasn't. I've mentioned it to her recently and she agreed,adding that there's no reason why it would. It's really not complicated. On the contrary,it's very simple and basic according to Lisa.

After many years of resisting the idea that she's submissive because she's had difficulty separating submissiveness from bdsm,which she isn't into,she's finally coming to an understanding that the two are separate things. She still prefers to describe herself as being easy,which is certainly correct,but I'll take it farther and say that she's beyond easy. She's wonderfully submissive and I'm extraordinarily fortunate to have the relationship I have with a woman who so enjoys being used and enjoyed by black men.

It could've gone differently and still been great,but I'm glad everything has happened as it has. Could some of my/our decisions have been better. Sure,but isn't that true for everybody?

One last thought to add,and I'll be off here and waiting as anxiously as anyone for Lisa to get back into a writing mood,as she does have much more she can tell. That thought is that while we've both been reluctant to join the crowd in the hype,stereotypes and cliches regarding interracial sex,I'll say this: From my perspective,I wouldn't expect a white woman who's been blackened to ever turn away from sex with black men. It might be different for women like some we've known who're involved in occasional swinging/recreational sex,but when one gets used to full time sexual indulgence as Lisa did during the time she calls her "breaking in" with Curt and those guys,it's permanent. I wouldn't want it to be different,but it wouldn't matter if I did.

 

[seldomseen]

A lot has changed recently. My project is finished and under contract. It hasn't closed,but there's no reason why it won't close once things are more normal.

I won't be moving into it and renting the units myself like I had planned to do,but it was going to be hard for me to leave the situation I had at the motel until I had no choice.

I've been promising Wesley and these guys that I would come back here and spend some time with them,so when the virus screwed everything up,it seemed as good a time as any,and the situation here is as safe as any other place we could go. If not for the reason we're having to put virtually everything on hold,it would be ideal,so I'm trying not to think about anything negative. There are three men who're here almost constantly,and two more who're very close spend most of their time here. Only two of them are working now,and they have security jobs,so they're not exposed to many people right now. We're lucky that this all happened after most of what we've been working on for the past few months was finished. There's still some question as to whether we can completely retire,but I hope we can.

For now,we're making the best of the situation as it is. I'm doing what I do best and hoping I can stay healthy and have most of my time free to be available to service black men. Verbiage isn't as important as I sometimes make it,but I like the term,"service". My hubby and others have convinced me that being submissive is a good thing,and that I don't have to tolerate being abused because I'm submissive. Being available for servicing and being used is wonderful! I love spreading my legs for black men.

Hubby makes a big deal about me always having cum in my belly. Well,Yeah! That's what happens. You knew that when you married a whore. I'm glad you still like it and that you've never changed your mind about it.

Stay tuned for naughty thoughts and admissions. I honestly wish that Hubby would tell some more from his point of view,but he insists that I do. I'm being encouraged to talk dirtier too. For whatever reason,that's something that's not easy for me. I don't know why. It's just how I am. I'm trying,so if I come across as foul-mouthed on here,you'll all know that I'm being coached to talk nasty.

 

[seldomseen]

I got up early this morning intending to go to the bathroom,then to the kitchen to make coffee. As I stepped out of the bathroom I heard someone whisper my name. I saw the movement of Truck's bedroom door opening wider and knew it was him,so I went into his bedroom. He untied the bow on my bathrobe as I fell toward his thick chest,knowing of course that he intended to fuck me. I kissed and nibbled his chest as he finished pulling my bathrobe over my shoulders and off,quickly leaving me naked. I brushed my face against his hardening cock as I knelt in front of him,reaching up to pull his briefs down. I stroked his cock slowly as I licked his balls in their entirety before pulling his foreskin back to take the head of his cock into my mouth. It was a mere two or three minutes before I could feel his cock throbbing inside my mouth and only a moment later he picked me up and tossed me onto his bed. I landed solidly on my back and spread my legs wide for his mounting. We groaned simultaneously as he pushed his thick cock completely into me with about three thrusts. I locked my legs alongside his muscular hips,my feet pressing his buttocks as he purposely fucked me deep and hard,bringing me to orgasm with him as he emptied his semen inside me,insuring that there would be no sexual tension in the first hours of this day for either of us.

Hubby was awake and stroking his cock as he waited for me to return to the bedroom we're using,having heard enough to know someone was fucking me,although not knowing which of the men it was. I tossed my bathrobe and knelt beside him on the bed,letting him feel my gaped and cum-drenched pussy with his hand before sitting on his hard cock and riding him solidly until he came inside me too.

After laying beside Hubby for a few minutes,I smelled coffee and told him that we should get up.

 

[seldomseen]

So many thoughts and feelings that are hard to find a way and words to describe that I usually give up without trying and keep it all to myself.

There are challenges everywhere we look for everyone and civilization as a whole these days. So much is wrong,but for me there's so much that's right too.

Hubby and I have spent much of our time apart over the past few months,something we've done multiple times in our years together. I've been thinking about how it always makes our getting back together on a day to day basis a new experience every time in some ways. I like that it seems to give us a renewed appreciation for each other. I think that's always happened,but I'm more aware of it now.

It's no secret that I'm selfish and indulgent,but on the other hand,I have enough humility to appreciate that it's a privilege and luxury to be able to behave in such a way.

I can't say what I'm thinking without mentioning age. Mine? I won't say precisely,but I'm well into my fifties. Hubby's a little older than me,but not by a lot.

I'm in good physical condition,maybe better than good. I take care of myself,and I've tried very hard to fight against the effects of time. That said,my shape has changed to mature over the past several years. Thankfully,that hasn't deterred members of the opposite sex,even some who're less than half my age. I use rinses to keep my hair as close to it's original color as possible and I'm blessed with good skin. I feel good about my appearance. I still have what men want,black men in particular. It's them I dress for most of the time,the exception of when we're back home being all but non-existent anymore. What I mean by dressing for black men is that I probably dress younger than my age much of the time,and among other details might be certain footwear. Counter-intuitive perhaps,because I don't think my legs are one of my better assets,I often show as much of them as I can in an effort to have them appear longer than they are.

Men are different. Hubby's an attractive man and in good physical condition,as good or better than me with the exception of lingering issues with some past injuries that aren't visible. He still has plenty of hair,unlike most men of his age. It's mostly gray and looks good. I can tell by their comments that some people often think there's a big age difference between us,and that bothers me.

Hubby's moods and inclinations are all over the place. They're always genuine and always complimentary to me in every possible way. Friction between us has never been an issue. Stress from other sources sometimes,but friction between us,never. He's voyeuristic for sure and a cuckold too,but he's different than most would think based on those characteristics alone. He's a man's man,certainly not a sissy type and comfortable with anyone in virtually any situation.

It's not,or hasn't been unusual for him to go weeks and even months without putting his cock into me,and as anyone who's read all of our posts knows,he went over a year once. That hasn't been the case lately. He's getting his share these days,but the only fresh he's getting is that he's getting me when I'm freshly fucked. He's always loved to do that,but his enthusiasm and stamina has reverted back to an earlier time.

Back home: Through the years we lived there,I was a workaholic and kept my sexuality well in check,taking occasional trips to other places where I could play. Now,Hubby's offering me to black men there and my brother-in-law and nephew are involved too. It's surprising to a point of being mind-blowing for me. I said black men,didn't I? More boys than men,but I'll get more into that at another time. I've gone from having to leave there for sex to knowing that every time we go there,there's another couple or few guys who want to meet me. Meeting has an extended meaning in that it means they want to be set up to fuck me.

I had a feeling of deja vu one day this week when Hubby was fucking me from behind facing the mirror in the bathroom. Cum was streaming down the insides of both my legs,as he was of course not the first to fuck me. He was talking about the black guys back home,telling me that there are more black men there than I think there are and that a good many of them want to fuck me,and asking me the obvious and familiar question. Do I want them to fuck me? Of course I do. I want them all to fuck me.

 

[seldomseen]

Hubby here,

It's a strange world we live in. I won't elaborate too much on my reason for pointing that out because I'm aware that some people will undoubtedly come to the conclusion that I'm one of the characters that prove it to be so. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion and each of our perspectives are our own.

My purpose for doing this is to provide an update on Lisa's life and activities for those who have been interested and might care. While Lisa has mentioned that she wants to update her thread,I doubt that she's going to actually do it anytime soon.

We're in a quarantine of sorts,or at least that was the premise under which our present situation began. Frankly,we're actually living in the hood. We're in the southeast,and it's not the environment that most would think of when they think about the Hollywood portrayal of what the hood is like. This is an eighties subdivision that's virtually all black. I don't think it's particularly depressed or crime infested,nor is it squeaky clean. From my perspective,it's more or less working class average,except that many people who live here aren't working now. When or if things will get back to normal? Anyone's guess is as good as mine.

From my perspective,Lisa is at least partially in a state of denial,because she doesn't deal with negative situations very well. I'm not saying anything here that's different from what I've said to her,and her attitude is that she's coping and making the best of every day in her own way. It's clear that she's in no hurry to leave. Riding it out right here. That's her stated position.

Personally,I feel a little out of place here sometimes,but not in a serious way. I'm treated with respect,but it's hard to escape the spare tire feeling now and then. Lisa is the reason I'm here. She's in demand as always,because she's as hot as always. In fact,she's even hotter than normal because of her desire to be a bright spot in a sea of negativity. Thankfully,there's also a project in the garage that I'm able to help with that partially justifies my presence,but it's Lisa that everyone wants,and rightfully so.

Lisa doesn't like mentioning numbers much,but I don't have a problem with it. Three men live here,the owner of the house and two roommates. Four more are close friends and come here almost daily. Lisa is available and always ready. She services all of them. There have been two more in addition to those and there will almost certainly be others.

Any update about Lisa would be incomplete without describing her new look. I was skeptical at first,specifically because of her request for my assistance. She described her hair as unmanageable,although I never understood her reasons why she thought that. She was just ready for a change. Being unable to go to a salon to get it styled to suit her,she insisted that I do it! I reluctantly followed her directions,first cutting it as short as I could cut it all over without cutting my fingers,then trimming around her ears and around her neck. Lisa's hair has never been as short as it is now. It turned out much better than I expected,not because of my hair styling talent,but because Lisa has such a pretty face. If left up to me,I would post pics,but she still refuses. Another change........Do other women change how they want their pubic hair over and over? Lisa always has. It's been shaved smooth,neatly trimmed,including a variety of different widths of treasure trails,and now barely trimmed at all. It's more what I would call a full bush than it's ever been. I tease her that she has more hair on her pussy than on her head,and she takes it well,telling me to be thankful that she doesn't have hairy legs or arm pits. I am. She says she's considered it,but no. Seriously,she's never looked better. Much has changed,but much remains the same. Lisa's still the bubbly,giggly temptress she's always been. She still has a thing for black men,and most of them like her a lot too.

 

[EDcrheatme]

Thanks for the update

 

[John Dylan]

I had just re-enlisted,and had a whole new gig with the Army. I had only a couple of days to get moved in to our off-post apartment we had rented,then I had to leave for training. I had two consecutive schools to complete that lasted for about three months total. I hadn't fully realized the magnitude of what I'd gotten myself into until I was there. The constant partying was over for me for the next four years. In addition to that,if Lisa was going to get sex on any kind of regular basis,she would have to get it with someone else,because I wasn't going to be home much.

I'll have to be purposely vague in describing some of these people,out of respect for their privacy.

When we were moving into our apartment,one of our neighbors came home. He was a black man in is early to mid-forties. He was both recently divorced,and recently retired from the Army. He had a roomie who wasn't home at the time. He was around thirty,a former medic,who worked as a para-medic for the fire dept.

After I left,and Lisa got everything put away and straightened up in the apartment,she was soon bored. She was in an unfamiliar place,and the only person she knew at all was our neighbor,Victor. She always liked to cook,so she invited Victor to eat dinner with her. He enjoyed cooking too,and they quickly became good friends,and were cooking together almost every day.

Victor was a seasoned vet,a guy who had been there and done that. He hadn't wanted the divorced,missed his two teenage children,and wasn't comfortable with the sales job he was working. He wasn't really happy,but he was putting his best foot forward,as such men usually do.

When Lisa told me about everything later,she explained several dimensions to the situation. It had all been innocent on her part in the beginning,but after a week or so went by,her mind had turned to sex. Victor was there. He was her only friend,and the only man she knew. She needed sex,and she rationalized that sex might cheer Victor up,so she decided to seduce him.

It was hot there,triple digit temps or close to that. Lisa had grown up in a much cooler climate,and wasn't overly-modest anyway. She had already been wearing short shorts and skimpy tank tops,braless. I'm sure Victor was already enjoying the sight of her almost naked,but he was the kind of guy who would've never made a move on Lisa. I don't think her being white and his being black was ever an issue. Lisa being married,and less than half his age was the issue. He resisted,but she persisted. She first tried shorter shorts,skimpier tops,sexy perfume,and getting closer while cooking. Lisa wasn't an experienced seductress,but a not-yet-quite-twenty Army wife. Victor picked up on what she was up to quickly,and told her that she had to stop.

I hadn't fully realized the magnitude of what I'd gotten myself into until I was there. The constant partying was over for me for the next four years. In addition to that,if Lisa was going to get sex on any kind of regular basis,she would have to get it with someone else,because I wasn't going to be home much.
VERY HOT

 

[seldomseen]

I hadn't fully realized the magnitude of what I'd gotten myself into until I was there. The constant partying was over for me for the next four years. In addition to that,if Lisa was going to get sex on any kind of regular basis,she would have to get it with someone else,because I wasn't going to be home much.
VERY HOT

Yes,it was. It was hot from the very beginning,and a very unlikely beginning it was. What happened with us is a lesson for us to follow our instincts. I was reluctant to approach Lisa all those years ago,because she was obviously not in a good mood. Had I not talked to her,an opportunity of a lifetime would've been missed.

 

[EDcrheatme]

Appreciate the update. Wife also doing short hair, always trimmed down there.
Keep the stories coming please