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

[seldomseen]

I've been corrected,and possibly been enlightened in the process. Lisa said that she's always displaying herself for men. It's just not as obvious sometimes as at other times. I was given some examples that would be difficult to describe in a few words. When she goes all out with it,it's more often than not for men who're already paying attention to her. She's not sure how much actual sex has happened directly as a result of her showing her stuff to men,but it has happened.

A tattoo is still a possibility,and the Cuckold tramp stamp is in first place for considering. One with a spade in the center.

 

[seldomseen]

Lisa and Curt told everybody that they should go on normally when I was there,just the same as when I wasn't. That took some time,but it did happen.

I don't think there was ever a time when I didn't get home dead tired.

I think it was a Saturday,but who knows? I had gotten home the night before,gone directly into the shower,then to bed. Lisa had been fucking right up to the moment I got out of the taxi,and it had only taken a minute or two inside her cum-drenched pussy for me to blow my nut and pass out

It was late-morning when I woke to the smell of bacon. I stumbled into the bathroom,relieved my bladder and splashed cold water on my face before going into the kitchen.

I stopped in the doorway to watch Lisa setting the breakfast table,and thought how lucky I was. I'm always appreciative of her now,but I'm afraid I sometimes took her for granted in our early years. That day I didn't. She was wearing faded denim shorts that were barely shorts at all. A good third of her ass was exposed and a sheer top covered her ample tits,but concealed nothing. A closer look told me she had been up for some time. She wore light blue thongs under the shorts that were wet in the crotch area,and she had redness on her neck,her upper chest,and on her inner thighs.

Remembering some of my thoughts that morning...........Lisa was ecstatic to the point of giddiness with her situation as it was,and her barely-twenty naivete' was apparent as she explained her amazement at how right Curt was about how well she could do with men. It was going exactly like Curt had told her it would go. He said they would all want to fuck her,and that he wanted her to assume that she could have them all,and he was right,100% In hindsight,I was somewhat naive too. I didn't reveal it to Lisa of course,but I found humor in the fact that she seemed surprised that every guy who came around wanted to fuck her. It seemed obvious to me that Curt was carefully orchestrating the entire situation. Lisa had become keenly aware of the interracial aspect of the situation by then,and how! The fact that all of them were black added an extra measure of excitement for her. She was already saying that it seemed like black men liked her more than other men. I should have known that she was already totally addicted to black sex. A couple of years after that,when we were in Germany,she played a little with some white men. But,it wasn't long before she said in no uncertain terms that she only wanted sex with black men,and she's never gone back.

 

[seldomseen]

I complimented Lisa on her top as I got my Good Morning kiss. She thanked me and explained that it was actually the top to a lingerie set,and that she liked wearing it and a couple of similar ones with shorts and skirts.

A balcony party was planned for later that same day. It was the third of such parties for me. They were almost every weekend,except for those when Curt was on duty. To call them parties was a bit of a stretch. There was never a big crowd in attendance,only a few guys from the barracks and sometimes one or two who worked at the fire department. Lisa was always the only female. The grill would be fired up on the balcony. Curt and whoever else wanted to help would cook burgers,ribs,and whatever.

In those early days Curt and I hung together during the balcony parties,and he used them as an opportunity to brag about Lisa's progress,and with good reason. Her confidence was soaring,and she was becoming a skilled dancer and seductress. Watching her dance on the table and move among the young black guys in between dancing was a pleasure,particularly her reaction to their frequent groping. She loved it and rewarded them with enthusiastic hugs and wet kisses,pressing her body against them often in the build up to the inevitable.

 

[seldomseen]

The subject of gangbangs is something we're often asked about. It's sometimes difficult to know how to answer,so I'll put this out there. I think people have different ideas about what gangbangs are,and what constitutes a gangbang. If it's narrowly described as it's portrayed in most porn vids,three or more men on a woman at the same time,or in close proximity,and usually including multiple penetration,then Lisa has been gangbanged relatively few times. If gangbang's more broadly defined to include three or more men fucking one woman,one or two at a time,one after the other,or intermittently,then Lisa has been gangbanged many more times.

 

[seldomseen]

Open marriages,swingers,and hot wives weren't uncommon in the military during the 70's and 80's. From my perspective,interracial sex wasn't either,but I can't say that I personally knew of another Army wife besides Lisa going all black. I remember a German girl,a cashier in a local store who only dated black guys,and we knew swingers who mixed it up across racial lines. If either of us seriously considered a broad or long-term view of ourselves and our relationship back then,it was only a passing thought. We lived for the day and did whatever made us happy to the greatest extent we could. Lisa's propensity to be promiscuous excited me from the start. Sexuality was prominent in her thinking,and that fact was apparent to anyone who was paying attention. It was so constant that I sometimes took it for granted. On the few occasions during the early years that I recognized how accommodating her attitude was in regard to pleasing me and thanked her,she insisted that I was easy. She only had to do what came natural to her and add a little showmanship to take me over the top. Thank her number one "Fancy Man",Curt,for much of her expertise at showmanship. "It's FUN! It's all fun,she says."

At no time has Lisa's passion for sex been on display more than in Germany. If she was hot before,she became even hotter while she was pregnant and in her first year of motherhood. She was truly insatiable and almost tireless in her longing for sex. That's when she said in the most certain terms possible,that she only wanted sex with black men. She added the rationality that there was a shortage of women available there for black men. She had gotten used to black men,and black men liked her better than other men. She laughs about that now. Was she addicted to BBC? Oh yeah. lol

As I attempt to define the most exciting and satisfying aspects of our life together during that time,I recall many visuals as well as moods. Things were constantly changing on post.people coming and going more frequently than in some time. Our views and our conversations were concentrated on the short-term. Lisa was beyond horny. She was lusting over many black men,undoubtedly communicating her interest to them in her body language and eye contact at every opportunity. It was only because of an earlier incident on post involving a senior NCO and an Army wife that I had to verbally give them a green light to take advantage of everything Lisa had to offer. Her only request was simple and reasonable. She had to take care of our baby. Cooperate with her in doing that,and she would be available for them 24/7.

It might have been coming home after each training cycle that I enjoyed most. In the first couple of times after my invitation,I kept with my routine of getting up early and driving straight home. Black men,usually the older NCO's were taking turns sleeping with Lisa when I was gone. Finding her freshly fucked was a given each time I got home. But,on more than one occasion,Lisa had opportunity beyond whoever had slept with her on the last night,so she asked me to take my time coming home. I started taking time for breakfast in a couple of the guest houses along my route,and the added benefit of getting home later in the morning,sometimes near noon,was finding Lisa totally wrecked. I'll skip the milder descriptions that Lisa often prefers,and say that she was being thoroughly used. She was showing significant wear and tear,and in a glorious way. She loves being fucked like that,and when she's sex-sore and hypersensitive,she's at her absolute best. She had learned long before that time that I preferred seeing her in her after-the-fact condition. Being filled with cum and having it on her body,particularly on her inner thighs and down her legs,smelling strongly of sex,her panties being soaked with cum in the crotch,and having her pussy still visibly gaped was normal.

 

[seldomseen]

I recently posed this question to Lisa:"Is it my selective memory that makes it seem to me that Marshall and at least two more guys who were exceptionally well-hung came around more often,and spent more time with you than most of the others,or was that how it actually happened?" After a thoughtful pause and a soft giggle,her answer went like this:"Your memory's probably accurate. There were guys who just did their thing,came and went. There were others who talked more,a lot more,and asked questions about how I felt about this,or what I thought about that. The subject of cock size was mentioned often,and I was always truthful. It doesn't necessarily have to be huge to be good,but the bigger the better. Yes. I'm not sure if I realized or fully appreciated the extent to which my words would be quoted in the barracks. Maybe I did. My naivete was pretty much gone by then. Being straight about what I liked a lot or not so much increased the likelihood of me getting my way. It wasn't like I was a spoiled little bitch,and everybody catered to me,but most of those guys appreciated me being there for them. I'm sure my being honest about being a size queen encouraged some of the bigger hung guys,and that it worked in my favor. Satisfied?"

 

[AllenEthanM]

Once again Lisa amazes.

 

[seldomseen]

It was early afternoon on a Saturday,at least a couple of months after my invitation to the black guys at the kaserne. We had both known that once the men got started on Lisa,it would be a challenge for her to keep her commitment while also taking care of a baby. While that was indeed true,neither of us could've imagined how considerate and helpful some of the soldiers would be when it came to the baby and Lisa's duties as a mom. In turn,Lisa's commitment to them became even stronger and more important. Leading up to the time of my invitation,Lisa had made comments rationalizing multiple reasons why she wanted to return to a similar situation to what she had so enjoyed in Georgia. There,she had grown to see herself as everybody's girlfriend. She had used that term in Georgia,"everybody"of course referring to everybody who visited and hung out at the apartments. She used that term again in Germany,but gradually changed her language when talking about herself,describing herself as a surrogate or substitute wife. I noticed the change as it happened,and assumed that it reflected a deeper feeling and stronger feeling for the men. I'm aware that every individual is different,but I think every man who considers sharing his wife with other men should realize that everything's not necessarily going to always be based entirely on physical sex. Enough rambling.

Lisa was wearing an extremely short summer dress that she'd worn and washed so many times in Georgia that it was all but reduced to threads. She claimed to have observed that the men liked several such dresses at least equally as well as her newer ones,and even the lingerie she often wore for them.

Lactating tits clearly visible past the long V-neck and bouncing free of restraint,bare ass cheeks and swollen vulva protruding from tiny thongs only an inch or two above the hem,and treating every man who came through the door as if he was her only love,she was surely making boners appear like magic. Yes,they liked those dresses and whatever she wanted to wear. But,it was Lisa who liked the dresses for the way she felt wearing them for the men. She was sentimental about them,because of what she had experienced while wearing them during her time in Georgia.

The stocky and muscular young black sergeant who rang the doorbell wasn't Lisa's first that day. He was her third,or maybe fourth.

The baby was sleeping,and we were sitting at the dining table,a few steps from the door. We hadn't heard his approach as we had been talking. I would usually have been at the other side of the room when Lisa opened the door,not wanting to crowd her guest,and not wanting to be noticed any more than necessary. No time to reposition.

Still sitting,and with Lisa standing between the two of us,I couldn't see much of him,but I recognized the young sergeant's voice as he returned Lisa's lustful greeting with an approving grunt. She pressed her body to his as she reached up and grasped the back of his neck,her head tilted back. As their faces met,I saw his dark hands go directly under her dress,one reaching her waist and securing her snugly against his rigid body,the other firmly squeezing her ass cheek,fingers all but touching her wetness before he had been inside the apartment for a full minute. Both of his hands moved and I thought for a second that he was releasing his grip to allow Lisa opportunity to move toward the living room. Instead,he gripped her ass with both hands,slipping a middle finger past her thongs,penetrating her pussy as he picked her up. Lisa groaned softly as she tightened her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth firmly to his. I was frozen in my seat,watching close-up as a second finger followed the first,both disappearing past the second knuckles as he explored Lisa's well-used and stretched pussy. If I hadn't known that she was already sore,it would've been apparent to me as I saw her body react to his probing fingers. Lisa's sexual intensity can catapult her into full orgasm in such situations,orgasms that go on and on,her body convulsing around a man's cock,or fingers as it happened then.

I have no idea what the black sergeant was thinking about how it would happen that time,only that he was there to fuck Lisa,and that he did. Her urgency prompted him to reaching to undo pants with one hand while holding her up with the other. I had to suppress an involuntary urge to try to help him. Instead,I watched from only an arm's length away as he lowered her onto his enormous cock,the thickness being such that it didn't appear as long as it actually was. Lisa's thighs spread wide as she thrust her wanting pussy onto his cock,both their efforts succeeding in making it disappear,his black balls pressing firmly against Lisa's ass cheeks. Their rocking motions were barely visible as Lisa remained fully impaled for most of their pairing. I watched as she repeatedly pressed her body as firmly onto his cock as she possibly could,until he finally erupted. I was mesmerized during their last moments as I was aware that what I was watching was the transfer of his semen from his balls into her belly.

He was visibly shaking as he readied himself to leave,undoubtedly having had an orgasm that did all but turn his balls inside out.

Lisa was flushed and still breathing heavily as she leaned her back against the door after letting her latest black lover out.

I could feel my heart beating as I got up from my seat at the table,walked to where Lisa stood against the door,and lifted her dress to look. His cum,then mixed with that which was left by her earlier lovers was streaming down the inside of both her thighs,on one leg already below her knee and flowing toward her foot.

Lisa confirmed that his cock challenged her capacity in length as well as girth. She says that once completely filled to capacity as she was just prior to her twentieth birthday,having as much cock inside her as she could possibly take,it's been something that she's craved ever since.

 

[seldomseen]

Most of the things we've written about happened during the time I was in the Army,a little more than a decade after we met and married,and in the past couple of years. We're semi-retired now,and have a situation that affords us more privacy than we've had in some time. Most of the time,that is. We still have some privacy and family issues to work around. No need to get into that. Lisa's options are much greater now than in some previous years,and we're grateful for that.

After I decided to get out of the Army,we moved back to my home state. Over the next two decades ,Lisa worked in two career fields,for about a decade in each. The first was in the medical field,likely evidence that Curt's influence on her went beyond sex. After a few years,she was feeling burnt out and ready for a change,so she made the decision to further her education,and went into a professional field that she enjoyed and was good at. That one had a high visibility aspect to it,a necessity to be successful. Lisa became well-known by a large number of people in the area.

Few people who knew Lisa during those years could've imagined what she had been like as a young Army wife,what she was capable of during our occasional getaways through the years,or what she's enjoying now.

 

[seldomseen]

Recently,while watching Lisa as she tried on clothes,trying to decide what to keep and what she might never wear again,I thought of how interesting and exciting it had been to observe her developing her wardrobe in the early days in Georgia. Several factors made it interesting to watch,but none was more relevant than Lisa's desire to be perpetually provocative. She was aware that she had an audience. She saw herself as playing a role,and choosing the right clothes was an essential part. Everything was simple,but well thought through,and the result was that Lisa's "role" became her being.

Our relationship centered on sex from the start. I encouraged Lisa to be as sexual as she wanted to be,and she did without hesitation. Upon our arrival in Georgia,Lisa all but panicked over what seemed at first to be a situation where her opportunity for sex would be non-existent.

A few weeks later,her opportunities were better than she could've ever before imagined. She'd had the best sex of her life with Clarence. Then Curt had appeared. In Curt she found everything she needed to survive and thrive. He became her constant sex partner,confidant,teacher,and promoter/pimp.

Lisa grew up in the north. The Georgia heat was a challenge best met wearing as little clothing as possible. Short shorts,skimpy tops and summer dresses were generally the norm for girls and young women her age. Lisa's dressing was probably a notch toward risque from the onset,and got to be more so after she had numerous black men paying attention to her every day.

I remember noticing scraps of cloth that she cut and sometimes shredded from what were already short shorts and skirts to get them to another degree of slutty. Peepholes were created in just the right places,hems were cut and raised,and tucks were sewn into some tops to better present her tits. What Lisa had learned about crafts was put to good use.

I'm told that she still does some of the same things she did back then. I thought they came like that when she buys them now. Sometimes,but not always. I'm still learning.

 

[seldomseen]

Reading other's posts,I'm reminded how we're all different,but also that we have commonalities. Prior to checking out forums like this one on the internet,I thought our relationship was more unique than it might actually be. No two people or couples are identical,and of course our experiences and histories vary according to whatever environments we're exposed to.

So much that's happened in our lives seems to have been by chance. It's simply a fact in life,and I'm sure that's true for everybody. It has been very enlightening to learn that there are so many people interested in interracial sex. One person I've had the pleasure of corresponding with off and on over the past couple of years once asked me politely if I had been living on a remote island,in response to my surprise in regard to the popularity of interracial sex. No. That's never been the case,however I'll admit to having been near-sighted during much of my life. It's simply that we've lived our lives doing what we needed to do to meet our responsibilities,and enjoyed the opportunities we've had along the way.

Lisa has always loved to fuck. We've both wondered whether or not she's a genuine nymph,and both decided that she isn't. She can and has refrained from extramarital sex during periods of time when it has seemed necessary and appropriate. That said,if there isn't a good reason not to,and the opportunity's there,Lisa will go for it in the blink of an eye.

What we thought for a long time was unusual,probably isn't that unusual at all. Everybody who knew us in the early days knew that we had an understanding,an open marriage. In our first year,Lisa fucked a number of my Army buddies,who were mostly white.

I'm ready to share a question we've pondered in the past. That question is:If the guys in the apartment next door in Georgia hadn't been black,what difference would that have made? Lisa's answer: "It still could've been a good situation for me. I mean,if they had been white and single,it would've still been better than having to be there alone. I would've fucked them if they were good. If we had some kind of similar relationship like with Curt,they might have shared me with friends. There were always racially mixed groups in the Army,so some of their friends would've probably been black guys,and that would've been the way I went black. It had happened before. It just took a while for me to know how good it is with black men and me. It's just perfect chemistry for the best sex."

Lisa has been convinced for a long time that destiny connected her with black men. I'm skeptical of that theory,but what isn't debatable is that what Curt did was like throwing gasoline onto a fire. Lisa loved to fuck to begin with,and when Curt started putting black guys on her,she went all out with amazing energy and stamina.

There have been peaks and valleys in the years since,but Lisa loves to fuck and loves black sex as much as ever.

 

[seldomseen]

Lisa here,

I hope everybody's getting it good.

I just wanted to check in and say Hi! It's been a while.

Also,it's not like destiny is imaginary. There are logical reasons why I think I was always destined to enjoy sex with black men. The most important reason is that they're hornier than other men. They really are,and that makes their chemistry a better match for mine. The time my hubby likes to recall so often was when he was in the Army. There were always a lot of black men around then,and I know that even if everything had happened differently,I would still have gotten together with enough black men to realize that sex is better with them. It just is. They're hornier and want to fuck me more. They're fucking me more makes me more sensitive,and I can never get too much. It just keeps going,and it's great!

 

[seldomseen]

We've been talking about the Army days more recently than we have in some time. Some of our best memories stem from what happened in those years. Some things that we felt and experienced then are even more profound than they seemed at he time.

A good example is how things changed after I invited the black guys on the kaserne to have their way with Lisa,and the changes that consequently happened. I can't remember a time after that when we went out on post or in the surrounding town without being joined by one or more black soldiers. I was aware not only of Lisa's popularity with the black men,but also with their growing familiarity with her. Lisa was visibly giddy with the attention she got from them,and it's hard to describe how I felt,except to say that my heart often raced during their mutual flirting.

 

[seldomseen]

There had been more than a half dozen guys walking around the old town and through both parks with us. Lisa had pushed the stroller at first,then a couple of the guys and I took the stroller,allowing opportunity for several of the guys to give Lisa a proper groping every time there weren't any people really close to us. She protested slightly,but never resisted,showing that she was loving every minute.

When we neared the kaserne,all but two of the guys left us,going in the direction of the barracks. Lisa teased about them getting her all worked up,then skipping out on her,adding that she would be taken care of,looking toward the two guys who walked on either side of her.

A while later:

The baby was asleep,and I took my chair in the corner of the room,facing the couch at an angle. Everybody knew I liked to watch,and the few guys who weren't comfortable with that only came around when I wasn't home. That was never a problem. Lisa was happy that she never had to sleep alone. That's always been a priority.

Lisa was completely naked. She had nursed the baby to sleep,then promptly sat straddle the guy at the end of the couch,aggressively going to his mouth with hers while grinding her pussy in his lap. She laughed softly as the other guy held her arm and pulled her toward him to kiss her equally as passionately as the one in whose lap she sat. He released his grip,allowing Lisa to straighten herself onto the man below her,and I heard her say"I love this. I'm so lucky"

In the bedroom:

All three were naked. One of the guys knelt beside the bed,leaning over her,alternating between kissing her mouth and sucking her nipples as the other fucked her deep and slow. I stood in the open doorway and watched as his strokes became ever more deliberate,and I knew the exact moment he found satisfaction deep in her belly.

In only a few seconds,the men had switched places. I saw Lisa's hips arch upward and her legs spread wider and I heard her moan softly as the second guy,the bigger hung of the two,pushed his cock all the way into her willing pussy.

I saw the movement through the small crack we had left in the roladen,and heard the soft knock on the door. The rest of the guys who had been walking with us had come to finish with Lisa.

 

[Janice K]

It's been awhile since I've commented on your posts but I just wanted you to know that I still follow your story very closely. I love the way she loves black men and even after all these years, she is still actively getting as much black cock as she can.. and I continue to love hearing about her..

 

[seldomseen]

Thanks Janice. I'm just doing what comes natural for me. I'm 39 plus now,but it doesn't seem that much has changed for me,amazingly little really. I guess conversations and points of view have changed,but I don't see where anything's really much different for me.

 

[seldomseen]

In the early years of our marriage,conversations were about swinging and open marriages. I don't think I spent much time thinking about how I was living from an objective point of view. When I thought about it or found need to explain,that was it. Swinging was more of an organized lifestyle than we had,but we were friends with some swingers. We had an open marriage,and the interracial thing happened by chance. I think it's different now,or at least people think and talk about it differently. It's Cuckoldry now,and the interracial thing is a lifestyle in itself. I don't disagree with that,but I'm not sure if it's ever been exactly that for me. As far as I'm concerned,it's still my niche. It happened the way it happened. I liked it right away. It felt right,and after spending some time being open to other things,I decided that I prefer sex with black men over everything else I tried.

We've tried different things in our relationship,including abstinence for my hubby. After some time,we're almost right back where we started. It works for us. I get mine from black men. He's good to me,and he earns the sloppy seconds he loves so much. He doesn't fit the cleaner,as I've heard or read it described,but we both enjoy an occasional face-sitting.

There are hundreds of experiences I would enjoy sharing,but it bugs me that it's so difficult to tell the stories without them sounding so much the same. In practice,that's not a bad thing when it's good time after time. I just don't want to be boring and repetitive..

Thanks to everybody who's taken interest in me. I'm very flattered. If or when I can get into the right mood to try again,I will. I'm pretty slutty on a regular basis. I have the experience. I just need to be a better writer.

 

[SeldomSeenSlim]

As much as I'd like to hear lots more from you - I can understand your fear of saying the same (basic) thing over and over. It's not as much fun to write that stuff as to talk about new and different adventures.

But what the hell, take a chance and write some more and I betcha we'll be happy to see and read it. Thanks.

 

[seldomseen]

Merry Christmas to all!

It's been a year of change for us,some of which was unexpected,and out of our control. As always,we do our best to roll with the flow.

Hubby's not getting it done. He keeps wanting me to write more on this thread. I'm concerned that my stories as they happened might always seem to be the same in my written descriptions of what happened. He never seems to get tired of asking me questions about men and sex,so I'm thinking I might share some of his questions and my answers.

I hope everybody gets some for Christmas!

 

[seldomseen]

Happy New Year!

Our situation today is different than when we were on BTW often,but we're still healthy and happy.

What was our dream home is no more. It's a long story,and not interesting,so I won't go there. Apartment life is familiar,and in some ways suits us as well as anything.

Answering questions. Telling secrets. Saying some things I probably should've said before now. That's more or less what I'm thinking. I hope I don't bore everybody.

Sometimes I read quite a lot that others say on forums. It's interesting to know how other people think about things that I'm familiar with,and I'm constantly aware of differences and commonalities in how we feel and think about things.

I caution Hubby about over-thinking things sometimes. I'm capable of doing that too.

I always interested to learn what other women,especially married white women,are thinking when they decide to try sex with black men,and I try to imagine myself in their places. It's not always easy to imagine what I would be thinking,because it happened differently for me than any of those I've read about.

Hubby and I were so seriously not serious about our relationship and marriage in the beginning that it defies imagination. We were attracted to each other. We had chemistry and we talked easily. In my mind I was,or wanted to be a free-loving hippy chick,although a decade too young to be the real thing. He was the only guy I met who seemed to like me like that,and wasn't possessive. So,we decided rather casually that we would get married,and that we would have an open marriage. That's the short version,but there's really not much to be said as far as what we considered or talked about before we took the leap.

I've never said it straight out,but in spite of my sometimes feeling overwhelmed with all I had to do,I did get a lot of good sex in Washington. I had an attitude for several reasons,the biggest of which was that I got cheated out of my extra year in Germany. It was still fun You did know that white guys never hit on me the whole time we were there,didn't you? Not even once.