We have been on this site for a long time and have shared many of our experiences. Recently, Jill, my wife, said "I have something to tell you, but I don't want you to get mad." Naturally I thought, okay, here we go.
She then went on to mention a vacation we had gone on to Bermuda a few years back, still well after we had started in the lifestyle and asked if I remembered a young black bartender that worked at the hotel we stayed at. I told her I did remember him and immediately knew where this was going. "What about it?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"Well," she said, "I fucked him when we were down there and then added, " a lot."
I was taken aback by her confession and asked why she had kept it from me, as, by that time, she had fucked several black men with my knowledge and approval. She said she wasn't sure that I would approve because he was so much younger than us, barely into his twenties and we were mid-forties at the time. I told her that wouldn't have been a problem but I would have liked to know at the time. She apologized and said it wouldn't happen again.
I then asked her about the fact that she said she had fucked him a lot. What did that mean? She said she was really turned on by him and that whenever I was out on the water or at the golf course, he would come over to our room and they would have some very not sex. Over the ten days we were there, she said he fucked her more than a dozen times!
I admit I was a little disappointed to hear this, but really turned on at the same time knowing this young stud had serviced my wife so completely.
I guess what disappointed me the most was missing out on watching them in action. Guess you never know for sure what's really going on.
She then went on to mention a vacation we had gone on to Bermuda a few years back, still well after we had started in the lifestyle and asked if I remembered a young black bartender that worked at the hotel we stayed at. I told her I did remember him and immediately knew where this was going. "What about it?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"Well," she said, "I fucked him when we were down there and then added, " a lot."
I was taken aback by her confession and asked why she had kept it from me, as, by that time, she had fucked several black men with my knowledge and approval. She said she wasn't sure that I would approve because he was so much younger than us, barely into his twenties and we were mid-forties at the time. I told her that wouldn't have been a problem but I would have liked to know at the time. She apologized and said it wouldn't happen again.
I then asked her about the fact that she said she had fucked him a lot. What did that mean? She said she was really turned on by him and that whenever I was out on the water or at the golf course, he would come over to our room and they would have some very not sex. Over the ten days we were there, she said he fucked her more than a dozen times!
I admit I was a little disappointed to hear this, but really turned on at the same time knowing this young stud had serviced my wife so completely.
I guess what disappointed me the most was missing out on watching them in action. Guess you never know for sure what's really going on.
sex afterwards?
