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

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When we were still in Germany,weekdays and weekends were much the same while my hubby was away. There was usually a man with me every night. They often spent the night in my bed and left early in the morning. One or more often came during the day too. There was no pattern as far as a particular time when they came,or how long they stayed with me. Their ages varied from a few years younger to twenty years older than I was. What I think was remarkable when everything is considered is how easy and natural it felt for me with all of them. There were few awkward moments,almost none.

Weekdays weren't much different when my hubby was there,but the weekends were. Weekends were like weekends. There was a weekend atmosphere. It wasn't like a full-blown party atmosphere. It couldn't be with a baby there,but there were more men. My hubby helped as much as he could with the baby,freeing me up to do what comes natural for me with the men. It was never like a gangbang,regardless of how many men were there. It was more relaxed and one or two on one. I would be fucked by one or two guys,then another one or two guys a while later. I know what my hubby likes to see,so I did some things a little differently than I would've if I had been alone. I have a slight exhibitionist tendency that's most obvious when my hubby's present. An average weekend while my hubby was home always made me sore in those last few months in Germany. I'm never happier than when I'm sex-sore. If I can feel how I've been fucked with every step I take,you can bet I'm smiling.

 

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Three guys had just left when four more got to our apartment together. I had tied my hair back and jumped into the shower the minute the others had left. I was conscious of the remnants of the viscous cocktail inside me and shaky with anticipation that more would certainly be added to the mix. I must appear to be nervous when I'm like that,because men often talk calmly and reassuringly to me. I haven't been nervous in such situations for a long time. I just get incredibly excited and I seem nervous to men who don't know me very well.

It was early on a Saturday afternoon. I was wearing the extremely short red dress that I bought when I bought the three to wear for that exact situation,to entertain men. The V opening in the front went almost to my belly button,and the matching V in the back went even lower. It left little to the imagination. The only other clothing I wore was socks. I'm sure the socks looked goofy,but the floors were too cold to walk on with bare feet.

My baby had been quiet for a long time,and started crying when the four guys came in. It was time for feeding,so my hubby couldn't handle that one. I said Hi to all of them,then took my usual place at the end of the couch to nurse my baby. My situation was well-known among those guys and none of them seemed to mind waiting. There might have been some guys who weren't comfortable with me or my situation. If that was the case,they didn't show up,so I didn't know. The guys who did show up were very patient and understanding.

The TV was on low and the guys carried on their conversation,keeping their voices low enough not to disturb the baby. I always felt very hot with anticipation when guys were waiting for me to get my baby to sleep. There might have been less attention on me with more than one guy there verses me being there with only one man,but they were still watching me. I could feel it and it made me hot.

I carried my sleeping baby to the crib. We had moved the crib to the wall between the kitchen and dining area to keep it away from the activity that went on in the living room and my bedroom when my hubby was there on weekends. I walked back to the end of the couch where I'd been nursing my baby. Somebody said something to me ,and when I answered,my voice was quivering. Then,somebody told me there was no reason to be nervous. I've gotten used to that,and how to move things along with men. Instead of wasting time trying to explain my emotions,it's usually best to get aggressive. I learned that at Curt's. I don't like the awkward,uncomfortable dead spots,moments of silence when nobody knows what to say or what to expect to happen next. I can almost always avoid those situations by becoming aggressive,just going after one or more guys,kissing them and even groping bulges in pants. It's a lot more fun and more convincing than trying to explain that I'm not nervous.

For the next two or three hours after that,I was on my knees in front of the couch with a cock in both ends,on my back on the couch,riding cowgirl on the couch,part of that time with a cock in my mouth too,standing bent over at the end of the couch,then eventually in my bed.

I wrote about that day to correct something I wrote earlier that wasn't exactly correct. My hubby reminded me of that day and a few more situations that would indeed fit the description of a gangbang. OK,I've been corrected. There were a few gangbangs. They weren't planned. It just happened spontaneously.

 

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There were multiple reasons why those last months in Germany was such a sex-centric time for me. The rumors that already had me wilder than I really was. The flirting and teasing I had been doing in the previous months,trying to make men come on to me. Then,my hubby's straight forward invitation to dozens of men,removing any doubt that might have been left and making me available for sex. In retrospect,things had been setting up and building toward that end for some time. When it got started it happened all at once,literally overnight. It seemed that all the black men who had only wanted to watch me from a distance one day were determined to fuck my eyeballs out the next day. It was a dramatic and welcome change for me. In a sense,it did have some of that feeling of being out of control and overwhelmed that I had felt in the early days at Curt's,but there were a couple of significant differences. I was seven years older and experienced enough to fully appreciate and make the most of the situation. I didn't know it at the time,but my hubby was communicating with some of those guys more than I realized and coordinating part of what was happening.

I've probably mentioned before that I'm kind of obsessed with cum. I like having a lot of it inside me. I'm not that wild about getting it on my body in large quantities,so I'm usually not terribly messy unless my hubby's present. When I'm alone with men,I usually manage to get most of it inside me,either in my pussy or by swallowing it. My hubby likes visuals. When he's around,I purposely get messy. I let cum run down my legs,and I pretend I can't swallow all of it sometimes,so it runs down my chin and onto my tits. There was a lot of that sort of thing going on in Germany. It's not like faking orgasms or being deceitful. He knows I'm doing it for him when I do things like that. It doesn't affect the sex at all. It's just a way of adding something for him to enjoy.

 

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My groupie experience with Curt and the crew had prepared me well for the experience in Germany. There were similarities in the situations,but also some differences. Most of the guys in the crew at Curt's were near my age. We practically lived together,so a lot of the guys became close friends. With the exceptions of George and James,I never got to know the other men in Germany very well. It was much more of a pure sex situation. The ages of the men varied a lot. Many of them were in their late thirties and early forties,compared to my 27-28 at the time. There was quite a difference in the way some of those men handled me,compared to most of the guys at Curt's. They were often rougher. I had put myself up to be a fuck doll for them,and they were using me accordingly. I can't say that I enjoyed one situation over the other. I thoroughly enjoyed both. I'm just saying that there's a stark contrast between those two situations in my memories,as well as some obvious similarities. Both were absolutely wonderful times,and I wouldn't trade my memories for millions.

 

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We've been busier than usual during the past several days. I haven't had enough time to write. There are several more experiences that I'm looking forward to revealing in detail as soon as I get a chance. Most of it happened in the Army days. I never knew another Army wife who took advantage of the opportunity to the extent that I did,but I'm sure there are some. I knew that I had certain advantages then,such as ratio of unattached men to available women. But,I don't think I fully appreciated how big of an advantage I had as an Army wife over most other women until years later. The male/female ratio and transient nature of the military population gives an Army wife a huge advantage if she's an opportunistic slut. I think the percentage of black men in the Army was high compared to the general population too. I had the "kid in the candy store" mentality. I wanted all of it!

 

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A thought I have now and whenever I reminisce about those times is that I feel good about what I did then. It's a point of pride for me that many black soldiers wanted me,and I was able to satisfy them. I know it's a small thing in the larger scheme of life,but I still feel good about it. I think I made some of their days and nights better than they otherwise would've been. I don't claim that I did it in an unselfish way. I got what I wanted for sure.

 

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The invitation from my hubby when we were in Germany had a similar effect as my showing off at the balcony party had at the apartments in the states. I felt like there was a sudden surge of interest in me. I expected it to make a difference,but it happened faster than I expected. It was extraordinarily flattering and exciting for me. I wasn't exactly experiencing low self-esteem,but I wasn't as confident as I had been before giving birth. I needed reassurance. If I hadn't had George and James to keep my spirits up,I would've seriously doubted if I still had what it took to attract men. I had worked hard to get the baby fat off so I could look my best. I had been doing some serious flirting and teasing,and couldn't get beyond stares and smiles. I needed hard black cocks up in me to get me back to where I wanted to be mentally and emotionally. When those men started coming to my door my enthusiasm was off the charts! I appreciated and welcomed their interest in me more than I can describe. I told them that and I did my best to show every one of them how glad I was that they were there. The situation gained momentum quickly as men came back again and more men showed up. Any and all concerns that I had about discretion because of the gossip were gone. I was committed to satisfying those men and in full indulgence mode.


It was nice when my hubby was home. It was much easier for me to do what I wanted to do with men because my baby didn't necessarily have to be asleep,which was usually the case when he was away. My hubby preferred to be ignored most of the time. He would take care of the baby and watch me as much as he could while I played with the men. Some of the guys were a little shy sometimes and some weren't. I'm sure most of the men knew what to expect when they came for me because of what their friends had told them.


Sometimes they showed up randomly,but sometimes their visits were loosely planned or coordinated by my hubby and several other guys,including George.

 

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It was mid-morning on a weekday. My hubby was home. We'd had breakfast and I was cleaning the table and putting dishes in the sink when the doorbell rang. It was a couple of months after my hubby had put me up for all those guys to fuck. There was no question what the doorbell meant for me. The only questions were who and how many,and neither question mattered much,if at all.

I was wearing a cute,but well-worn summer dress that I called a house dress. It's a habit I've had for a long time,keeping my favorite dresses to wear at home after they're not suitable to wear outside anymore. That one was short when it was new,and had gotten much shorter from shrinkage. The top was like a halter top,with a plunging neckline and an open back. I was always prepared for the doorbell to ring. Besides my baby,my first priority was to always be ready for my men.

My hubby smiled as he walked toward the living room where the crib was,watching me as I went to open the door.

The Sergeant was familiar to me. He was one of the men who had smiled at me a lot when I was walking around during the summer. His name had been one of the names on my hubby's list that I'd said yes to immediately. He was big,tall,and very dark. A description of my favorite physical attributes in a man would be a description of him. I'm sure that my panties had gotten wet when I considered sex with him. Knowing that physical intimacy with him was eminent would've certainly soaked my panties then,if I'd been wearing any.

I ushered him inside,locked the door,and greeted him exactly the way I greet my husband after he's been away. I pressed myself against him as I stretched upward on my tiptoes trying to kiss him. He hesitated for just a moment before leaning forward and lifting me up to kiss me,his hand slipping under my dress to squeeze my bare ass. Moments later he discovered that I wasn't wearing panties.

My hubby got his wish. We ignored him.

 

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I liked the feeling of the long black penis against the side of my face and neck as I knelt in front of him. I tried to imagine my image as my hubby saw me at that moment. I thought he would be pleased.

 

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We're out of crisis mode here,so I should be getting more time to write.

I'm still having some difficulty in connecting moments or parts of events together. My last post is an example of a vivid moment I remember.

It was around noon on a weekday. The guy was one who came to me often. He was one of the guys who always fucked me and left,never talking much. It was unpretentious pure sex. He was on duty that day. I don't really remember his arrival. I only remember being on my knees in front of him,his bcd's and underwear down to his ankles. I was totally naked,but I don't remember taking my clothes off. My hubby was holding the baby and walking slowly back and forth in the living room,trying to get the baby to go to sleep and watching me at the same time.

His cock wasn't particularly thick,about average I think,but very long,if not double digits,close to it. The foreskin was exceptionally long too. I can remember how it felt licking his balls and feeling the length and pulsing of his semi-erect cock as it touched my face and the side of my neck while the foreskin was touching the top of my shoulder. The radiant body heat from his cock caused me to shudder,and I could feel my pussy drooling. I remember thinking how it must look from my hubby's point of view and feeling happy because I knew he was enjoying watching me. I took the cock in both my hands,pushed the foreskin back and licked all around the tip,finally taking it in my mouth,then into my throat. I worked his cock vigorously with my hands and my mouth at the same time until he came. I made it purposely sloppy,taking some of it in my mouth and letting part of it go down my chin and onto my tits. I cleaned every drop from his cock and swallowed it,being careful not to let it get on his uniform. As he was pulling his pants back up,I was still on my knees,raking his cum from my tits with my finger,then licking it off and swallowing it.

I would've liked to have his cock and his cum deep inside my pussy,but I took advantage of the opportunity I had to show off for both him and my hubby. I knew there would be another guy coming after him who would give my pussy a good workout. There always was during that time,and the frequency was always greater when my hubby was home.

 

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It hurt me when three consecutive boyfriends called me a whore when I was a young. I knew they meant it to hurt me. After the third time,I became distraught. I went over everything that had happened in my mind,trying to connect cause and effect. It was virtually the same each and every time. A guy had came onto me. I had liked him well enough to expect that I might like sex with him,so I had consented. I had behaved in what they considered to be a deviant manner,so they had categorized me as being a whore. I reasoned that I had been permissive and sexually indulgent each time,and that I had gotten pleasure because of being so. After thinking long and hard about it,(pun acknowledged),I decided that I could accept being categorized as a whore. It is what it is. I know what I like. I have to spread my legs to get what I want,so I'm a whore.

I also understand that I'm somewhat of an outlier in my view in relation to the norm of what is socially acceptable to the masses. Some might say that I've been disingenuous during much of my adult life because I've been discreet and secretive in the way I've lived,concealing much about my sex life from family,neighbors,co-workers,and business associates. I hope most will understand that I'm not out to change the world,and I don't have the ability to influence many people if I wanted to. I honestly don't care what anyone else does or doesn't do,or what they like or don't like in their private lives. I have a good feel for what the norm,or mainstream is in general,and I can usually tell about where people stand in relation to the norm and to me after getting to know them a little. Studying people and trying to judge how much we have in common is interesting and has sometimes been rewarding for me. My attention has been all but exclusively on black men for a long time.

There have obviously been some periods of time when I was free of any restraints and wasn't concerned with conforming to whatever social norms existed in any real way. Most of that time was in the Army years. There has been one other time since my hubby got out of the Army that I had a really good situation for a few years,and I've got a good situation part of the time now. But,NOTHING can compare to the two periods I've been writing about most,the early years when we lived in the apartment next door to Curt and the crew,and when we were in Germany,especially the last year we were there. I miss those days and I know I always will. I just completely let go then,and it was glorious!

 

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Three of them came to my door around noon. Two were guys who had fucked me before,and the third was a new guy in their platoon who I'd never seen. I was several months into what turned out to be a sex marathon because of the cumulative effect of men coming back for more,plus a constant stream of new guys coming. It's hard for me to find just a few words to describe how I felt. It's a mixture of emotions,some of which if I felt too strongly might have been a negative. There was nothing negative about any of it! I was excited,thrilled,flattered,a little nervous at times,maybe slightly intimidated sometimes. I'm not sure why,but some of the older men who were in their forties kind of intimidated me a little. It wasn't enough to really bother me. It just kind of got me off balance. I had a manner with most younger guys that had come from experience. I was comfortable and felt like I was actually in control most of the time. I couldn't relate to the older guys in the same way. They acted differently. There was never any doubt that they were in control. It was all good. Even being a little shaken and off balance felt good. I was always sex-sore to one degree or another,sometimes a little,sometimes enough to feel significant pain. I won't try to explain why I like that. I just do.

They only had about an hour. I had just gotten my baby to sleep when they got there. I was wearing one of my short house dresses and a pair of thick woolen socks that my hubby hated. He likes my feet and always complains when I wear socks. My feet get cold easy,so I like to wear socks. That's an ongoing conflict we have. It could be worse.

One of them was behind me. He pulled my dress up,so I helped by pulling it tight around my waist and holding it bunched up with my hand in front. I felt the heat and hardness of his cock as he rubbed it against me,at the same time spreading my pussy with one hand. I was prepared for his entry and watching the other two,ready for one or both of them to make their cocks available for me to suck. I knew my hubby was eager to see me with a cock in both ends,besides,it was easier for me to stay upright if I was being held from the front too. They got the idea quickly,and I already had frontal support when he shoved in me from the back. Having three men's hands on me and a cock in both ends took me from smoldering to wildly hot in only a few minutes. I could feel that I was very wet on my own before the first guy came inside me. The second man,the new guy,took the first guy's place inside me only a second or two after the first guy pulled out. We had somehow gotten closer to the couch as he fucked me from behind. I was eventually face-down on the couch,still being fucked from behind. I stayed in that same position as the second man came inside me,followed quickly by the third,who started cumming inside my drenched pussy and pulled out to try to give it to me in my mouth,barely getting there before the last spurts,and shooting cum over my dress and my face in the process. The whole thing was very intense. Three men getting off on one woman in less than an hour doesn't leave time for anything casual. We were laughing when it was over,because of the mishap at the end that left me in an even bigger mess than I would've otherwise been. I stayed on the couch when they left. As my hubby locked the door behind them,I laid back and spread my legs.

 

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I remember one senior NCO who was in his mid 40's coming to have dinner with us. My hubby had cooked most of the food and I had dressed up for him. He was a large,good-looking man,and had a really nice personality. However,there was something about his conversation that kind of got under my skin that night. That's one reason why I remember it so well. I'm completely open to psychoanalysis by anyone who wants to make the effort to do it now. If it's not helpful or informative,it might be at least be amusing. When I was in my 20's,I didn't appreciate it so much. This man did that in length,starting before dinner,and going through dinner and after. He had his opinion about my mental and emotional composition,my personality and nature,and the reasons why I was inclined to enjoy sex with black men. He explained everything in great detail. Looking back,I know now that he was right in some of his views. I just didn't want to hear it at the time. I knew what I liked and what I wanted. The reasons why were really irrelevant to me then.

When he finally stopped talking and started kissing and groping me,my mood and the night changed for the better in a big way. He was a surprisingly skilled lover,as near romantic as he could have possibly been under those circumstances,and he was hugely hung. Foreplay and sex felt wonderfully natural with him,and he was making an effort to put on a show for my hubby too. I was always conscious of what my hubby was seeing and feeling. It was rare and pleasant for me to feel like I was getting help from a man to make it good for my hubby as well as for us. That man took me hard on my bed in missionary the first time,then played me in almost every conceivable position for the rest of the evening,making sure my hubby got a good view of his huge cock stretching and filling me. I remember being surprised that he didn't leave at the end. He slept in my bed with me,leaving my hubby with no other choice than to sleep on the couch. Early the next morning,he fucked me again,then left.

 

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I've learned a lot about myself since I started writing here. I've remembered people and experiences that I had forgotten long ago,and I'm finding it easy to connect the dots in my past in ways I never have before. How many people can recall all or most of their sex partners and experiences at will? Maybe I should ask specifically how many middle-aged people can. I doubt that most people can,and I'll bet that most people don't think about it much,unless something happens that reminds them of past experiences or people they came in contact with. I know I've never thought about the past as much as I have recently. Mu hubby says he thinks about my past every time he sees me walk away. He's not serious. He's just being sweet and taking advantage of a chance to flatter me. It works. I'm easy.

One thing in particular that I've realized is that those first several years of our marriage,when I was virtually living with Curt and the crew,set the bar very high for me regarding sex. That was a virtual utopia for me. That period of time raised my expectations about what was possible,and I've made multiple attempts to re-live that time in a sense. The time in Germany was the most significant,and I think most successful. I can't remember consciously thinking about that time very much,but what I experienced,and things I learned there have affected my behavior profoundly.
My hubby has pointed out behavioral patterns in how I react. He said it has been obvious to him for a long time,and that anytime I'm in a situation where I'm not concerned about appearances or gossip,that it's obvious to observers that I'm a hotwife for black men. I know I've taken advantage of vacations and roadtrips to let myself go,but I didn't realize that I've been doing so much subconsciously. Hubby says that if I'm in a group of people that's mixed,and there are one or more unaccompanied black men there,I'll inevitably end up in a conversation with him or them. He pointed out examples of times when I've done it. I have to be careful. We've lived in close proximity to family in a small town environment for much of the time since my hubby got out of the Army.

 

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I was in my thirties when my hubby left the Army. We moved to a small town in the south where he grew up. Not only did his parents and immediate family live there,but aunts,uncles,cousins,and on and on. It was close enough to a university for me to finish my degree,which took me almost as long from the time I started working on it as it had to go from kindergarten through high school. Having family close helped in many ways,but privacy was almost non-existent. Most people there are exceptionally nice,friendly,neighborly,and really nosy. They don't usually mean any harm. It's just what they consider normal. It's almost like the whole town is one big family. It took some getting used to for me. I'm a very private person in many ways. I grew up in a medium-size city that's near a big city. I wasn't used to everybody in town knowing if I got a cold or a speeding ticket. Needless to say,my sex life suffered there. We had the advantage of family being there with the ******* for us to go on road trips. Of course,we had to take our turn being there with the ******* too. Concerts and music festivals were often our choice destinations. We were relatively close to more than one city that had a thriving blues culture too,so we had some good choices when we got an opportunity for a get-a-way.

I had the attitude of a straight up slut when we met. My hubby supported and encouraged my hot nature. Getting involved with black men,and effectively going black,ratcheted my thermostat up even more. I was every bit as hot by nature in my thirties as I had ever been,but with family and work,and living in a small town,sex had to be moved down on my list of priorities in my everyday life. Every time we got far enough out of town that I felt secure letting it all hang out,I did! I was wilder on those occasions than I had ever been. In retrospect,I must have seemed like a thirty-something young slut to anybody who was paying attention. I wore clothes that literally had to be kept under lock and key at home. Extremely short shorts and skirts,the skimpiest tops I could find,often sheer or semi-sheer. It wasn't all my idea. My hubby encouraged me to show as much tits and ass as I could without getting arrested. I was already so inclined that his suggestions were like gasoline on a fire. Get me out of town. Get a place for me to change clothes,and take me somewhere where black men are likely to be hanging out and ready to party. Then,just stand by and watch to see what happens. I'll be just fine.

It was usually just as simple as that.

 

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It was in the early 80's and I was in my early thirties when we drove several hours to a big outdoor concert. It was an annual event that lasted all weekend. I ditched my jeans in favor of some ratty and extremely short cutoffs at the first travel center when we stopped for gas. At first,I didn't wear panties. But,when we were back in the car,my pussy was totally visible to my hubby through the almost nothing legs of the shorts. I didn't want to get arrested or asked to leave,so I put my plain cotton thongs back on. My pussy was still visible,but partially covered by the panties. I wore a semi-sheer light blue crop top without a bra,and sandals. If I didn't look like man bait,it wasn't because I wasn't trying.

I knew I wouldn't be the only woman there who was as near naked as the law would allow. Most of the others were younger,but I still had it together pretty good. If I'm comfortable with a situation,I'll still do similar things now. The time,place,and mood has to be right for it. I have some miles on me,but I haven't let my body go to hell and I'm certainly not ready to be put out to pasture or sent to the glue factory. I'm still as good to fuck as I ever was. Maybe better than ever.

We got there in the middle of the afternoon,got parked and walked what seemed like two miles to the gate. There were three stages there.The roadies were setting up equipment on two of them while some local musicians who were really good were already playing on the third stage. We found a good spot between the stage where the locals were playing and the center stage where Robert Cray,Johnny Lang,Storyville,and the Allman Brothers Band would be playing later that evening. We put our cooler between our chairs and settled in.

It was getting close to nightfall when the headline bands started playing. I had already made one solo trip to the bathroom,and had seen someone I wanted to get another look at when I was on my way back to my seat. My hubby was getting into the music a lot already. He wasn't paying attention when I told him I had to go to the bathroom again. The black guy I had seen checking me out had been standing at the back of a group of people who were huddled close together in a conversation,apparently having difficulty hearing each other over the music. I had noticed that he seemed more interested in watching me walk by than he had been in their conversation. That made me smile as I looked back at him. I looked for him when I went past the place where I'd seen him the first time,and he wasn't there. It was still early. I hadn't seen him close enough to judge how he looked close up,and I hadn't had time to survey the crowd to determine how my prospects for a dark stud might look. I'd seen that there were a large number of black men there,so I thought it would be a good night.

There were waiting lines at the bathrooms,and that's where my potential man was. He looked really good close up. He was in his twenties,medium height,full-bodied,but stout,not flabby. He was extremely dark,so dark that the contrast of his skin and his pearly white teeth and the whites of his eyes was stark. I've always found that to be attractive in black men. I'm not exactly a snow bunny,but I'm relatively light complected,and the contrast of a black man's skin on mine is a turn on for me. When he started making conversation with me while we were making our way toward the front of the two parallel lines,I wasted no time in telling him where we were sitting,and that he was welcome to join us. He got into the men's room before I got to the front of my line,and was waiting for me when I came out of the women's room. I took his hand and we talked as we walked back to where my hubby was waiting. Everybody was standing when we got there. My hubby looked surprised when he saw that I already had a man. I just smiled at him,and we didn't talk at all. We stood in front of my chair for a long time,most of which time I was leaning back against my man,holding his arms around me and his hands in front of me. It got darker as the night went on,and as the stage lights were brightened and dimmed intermittently,I was being fondled on my bare belly.tits,and even an occasional touch of a finger or two on my pussy,to my delight.

In our conversation,I had discovered that they were staying at the same hotel where we had reservations. He had come with three friends. They were staying in two adjoining rooms. I planned to go to the desk at the hotel and ask for the closest available room to theirs. He had to get back with them to let them know that he would be riding back to the hotel with us. It was understood that I was his for the night. He knew the score and was more than OK with it. I would have to know more about his friends before mentioning anything about what I was thinking,but I was already wondering if I could be lucky enough to get a three on one before the weekend was over.

 

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That guy spent the next two nights in our room. Hubby had to take the other bed,but he didn't mind. We slept in,then went to breakfast with all three of the black guys the next morning. They all fucked me that day. It was all one on one with the other two. Maybe they were shy or just weren't into group sex. I don't remember if I knew at the time what their reasons were. It was still good. I got what I wanted.

I've been aggressive to the point of appearing audacious in the past. There has never been a time when that was more true than during much of my thirties. I'm sure I came on so strong sometimes then that I seemed desperate. To be honest,that's how I felt much of the time. I had been spoiled throughout most of my twenties. Much of my thirties was spent in a small town where everybody knew everybody else's business. Besides the lack of privacy there,I was working my ass off most of the time too. When I got a chance to get out of town every few months,I was ready for black sex,and determined to make it happen.

Since I've been baring my soul here,I should add that there's also another angle to my audacity. I'm not terribly insecure,but I have my moments of self-doubt. Being audacious is sometimes kind of a front or shield,and a way to give myself momentum. It's certainly not a perfect or fail-proof strategy. I've embarrassed myself on several occasions. I'm much calmer now,and less likely to be as bold as in the past. But,if that's the best way I can think of to get the results I want,I'll still try it.

I think it's time for me to give it a rest for now with writing here. I have a lot going on,and I think I should concentrate all of my thoughts and effort on the here and now. I doubt that I'm finished writing here,but it might be a few weeks or months before I feel like writing again.

I want to thank everybody who has been so nice and encouraging to me here. I never expected to write so much. I really didn't think I could. I've remembered times,people,and events that I hadn't thought of in a long time,and I've really enjoyed the opportunity to get some things out.

I know hubby wants to write more at some point. He's going to tattle on me. He's been really busy lately,and not here much. I don't know when he'll get time to write,but I know he will eventually.

Bye for now,and THANKS!

 

[seldomseen]

I've been waiting for my hubby to write something about my recent encounters that for some reason I don't feel comfortable writing about. I don't know why it's different for me than writing about things that happened in the past,but it is. He's been having to spend more time working lately than usual. He's mentioned specific times he intends to write about. He obviously knows what he wants to write about,so I'm sure he'll get around to it soon.

When I think about what I want to write next,I keep going back to around the time I turned twenty years old,in my first months living in the apartment next door to Victor and Curt. That period of time was extraordinary. I hope I can convey how exciting it was for me. I can remember exactly how it felt.

After my wonderful experience with Victor,I felt a little guilty that I was looking forward to him leaving. My relationship and sex with him was nothing less than a life-changing experience. He touched something deep inside me that had never been touched before,and elevated my sexuality to a higher level. But,I knew he wasn't entirely comfortable with our relationship,and that what he really wanted was to have his family back together.

Curt,on the other hand,was my kind of pervert to put it bluntly. I knew from things he said,and from all the porn that he kept laying around that I was going to have some opportunity with his friends. I could feel that I was on the cusp of something that excited me,but I could never have foreseen the full extent of what was about to happen. The "groupie" concept seemed glamorous to me in a deliciously naughty way. I had fantasized about being a groupie many times,and it wasn't long until I realized that situation was my best chance to realize my fantasy. I started seeing myself as a groupie. That was my aspiration. That's what I wanted to do in my heart. I was totally committed to pleasing those guys at every opportunity,knowing that would I would get what I needed in return. It felt completely natural to me. Looking back now,I can remember instances of my being clumsy at times because of my obvious immaturity. But overall,I'm still proud of how I conducted myself and how I handled most situations,because I know those guys enjoyed being with me and fucking me. I never came right out and told any of them this,but I was determined that I would always be there for them. I would never say I was too tired or too sore for more,even if I was. It was physically challenging for me sometimes,especially in the first several months,but I loved it even when it hurt. After a while,it got much easier physically. I know most men would say that I was properly broke in. I won't argue with that. It was all very natural for me. I had a strong sense of belonging there. It was the right place at the right time,and I certainly landed with the right men

 

[EDcrheatme]

Glad you are back writing.
If you feel comfortable, we'd like to hear about your recent adventures.

 

[seldomseen]

Glad you are back writing.
If you feel comfortable, we'd like to hear about your recent adventures.

I was just telling someone about how I like reading what my hubby writes about me. I've been expecting him to write about my naughty escapades of late any day now,but he obviously hasn't found the time yet.

We got involved in some ventures a few years back that are requiring more of our time,mostly his time now than we would like. We like to consider ourselves semi-retired,if for no other reason than just as a "feel good" thing. The key word is of course "semi". Sometimes it's more a wish than reality. The hubby's been spending a lot of time "putting out fires" lately. We gotta eat,even after we're really retired. It's been one crisis after another lately,and we can't afford to let everything we've worked for go up in smoke.

Anything I do involves another person. Regardless of what I reveal about myself,I have no right to reveal anything about the other person,or people. I realize I take the risk of someone from the past reading what I write and putting an ID on me and possibly others,but not nearly as much as if I were to reveal a recognizable detail about a current event that someone might recognize. I trust my hubby to write without as much of a chance of a mistake as there might be if I write it.

Besides,I like to read what he writes about me