I'm concerned that I might be boring people when I'm reminiscing. I apologize if I am. It seems necessary for me to navigate through my memories to find things that might be of interest to other people. I can't help but wonder sometimes why certain things get what seems to me a disproportionate amount of attention and other things that seem more significant are overlooked.
In our first year in Germany we were marginally involved in some swinging activities with some other couples. It was a mix of races,but at least a small majority white. We were all relatively discreet,and if we ever made a big splash on the gossip wires,I never knew it.
Some of the couples brought single friends into the mix. I can't remember having a real conversation with anyone about my experience or preference for black men. I don't think I realized until later how strong my attraction to black men was,but it must have been obvious to some of the other people. When each of the single black guys were brought into the circle,the first priority was to pair them up with me. It wasn't a big group,and there weren't a lot of single black men. I can only remember four. Two of them weren't there for long. The other two were the only people who were in that group who were still there after a big rotation when almost everybody we knew left. They became my best friends,my only close friends up until the time they left. There was a big sexual component to our relationship. They were fucking me all the time,but we never hung on each other or did anything in public to draw attention to ourselves. Still,that's what got all those stories started. All that anybody saw was that we were together a lot. That's it! That's all,period. It annoyed me that people made up stories. Nobody knew anything they were talking about. They were making assumptions,and some of their assumptions were close to being true,but they didn't know that. They were telling lies! It pissed me off that people couldn't mind their own business. It was just those two young black guys. They,and my hubby were taking good care of me,one,two,and three at a time. The stories got blown way out of proportion,even if they had been close to the truth in the beginning. I didn't know the full extent of the gossip until later,when George started telling me what was told. The stories had me fucking dozens of black men. Eye witnesses had seen me do outrageous things with many black men. There had only been four. Two of whom I was almost certain nobody knew about,and two who I was seen with regularly because they were my best friends. Nobody ever saw us fuck! Except for my hubby,of course
The truth,and this is the first time it's being told,is that the only time they ever stopped fucking me was during the first two months after I got pregnant. I was so nauseous for so much of that time that I could barely function.
I had planned to get all of my college done before having a baby. I worked really hard for over a year after we got to Germany. I was doing courses at the ed center on post,CLEPS,and correspondence courses. In a little over a year,I had gotten as far as I could get with what was available to me there. I had to wait until we got back to the states. I couldn't keep my mind off wanting a baby. I wanted my hubby's baby. I never considered any other option. If there had been a medical reason why that wasn't possible,I might have considered other options. The decision was mine and my hubby's,but since I was having sex with my two best friends,they were informed of our decision. We were four adults,none of whom were morons. We knew how to make sure that I got pregnant by my hubby without completely stopping having sex with my friends. During that first two months,I was so sick that I couldn't think about sex. Then,I started feeling better and getting horny again. I think that I thought that after I got to some certain point in my pregnancy that our sex would stop because I wasn't horny,or because they weren't attracted to me in a late-stage pregnant condition. Neither of those things happened. I was as horny as I had ever been after I got past the first two months,and it didn't bother them at all when I got as big as a house. They kept putting their cocks to me and I kept wanting it right up until the day I had my baby.
During that last eight to nine months in Germany,I was trying to take every black cock I could get before I had to leave,and I didn't care anymore if everybody on post knew it. I don't think many people were paying attention at that point. They were all over a bunch of lies with keen interest,but when I really was trying to fuck half the black men on post,most people didn't notice. How weird is that?
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