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

[seldomseen]

Just something that got my attention earlier. I was just checking out some of the threads. I love the "Interracial Kissing" thread!

I saw the thread earlier today about wives who nobody would suspect,and it got me to thinking. Right now,I don't think most people would suspect me of being a hot wife type on a typical day. Then,there have been periods of time when I'm sure I was obvious to almost anybody who might have been paying any attention to me. We don't always have the luxury of being able to look,dress,or act exactly how we feel. There are many aspects of virtually every woman's life. Those that involve family,community,and career almost always require that we keep most of our sexuality private. I've lived the extremes on both ends,as an Army wife,usually far from anybody who knew me,my history,family,etc,and years in a small town where everybody seemed to know everything about everybody. I'm not sure if there is such a thing as a happy medium,but I can say that knowing how restrictive some situations are has made me realize and appreciate those times when I've been virtually free from concern about who might be watching or what they knew or thought they knew about me even more.

 

[seldomseen]

It's been a while. I know Lisa's anxious for me to write a couple of things I intend to write. Unfortunately,I haven't had sufficient time to clear my mind of other things and do the best job of writing about Lisa. I don't want to do it until I can do my best.

I just want to take a few minutes to address a couple of things Lisa said recently. This is as much a repeat and reinforcement of my answer to her as for anyone else's interest.

She said:"Everything I've been doing lately will seem mild or tame if compared to the things I've been writing about what I did in my 20's. Do you think that will make it uninteresting?"

No,I don't. I think anybody who's read about Lisa's activity when she was younger will be interested in what she's doing now.

And this:"You almost always over-do it when you're describing me. You make it seem more dramatic or something. You make it sound like I'm better than I am,but I like that."

No,I don't. There's an aura of sexuality around Lisa when she's aroused that's indeed extraordinary.

If a person were privy to some of our private conversations,he or she would probably notice a hint of insecurity in some things Lisa says. I think it's also evident in some things she's written on this thread. It's really not that. She needs reassurance sometimes,but no more than the average person. I'm probably as keen on detailed observation as anybody,and I've never seen any sign of insecurity,uncertainty,or hesitation in the way Lisa reacts in sexual situations. Her straight-forward sense of purpose,combined with her eagerness and enthusiasm make her look anything but insecure. She knows what she likes,and it shows. Lisa's full-steam ahead with extra emphasis on the steam. Her heat and her scent when she's aroused is truly special.

She was concerned about something I wrote a while back. I described her as being more mellow now,and not as fiery as in years past. Maybe I didn't chose the best words. What I meant was that she's not as likely to be dancing on table tops or be as quite as aggressive as she used to be. She's as hot as she's ever been. She's just a quieter,more sophisticated kind of hot now. She presents herself differently,but she's still as hot as she's always been.

I'll tell about her latest adventures and achievements as soon as I get time to do it right.

 

[seldomseen]

It's been a while. I know Lisa's anxious for me to write a couple of things I intend to write. Unfortunately,I haven't had sufficient time to clear my mind of other things and do the best job of writing about Lisa. I don't want to do it until I can do my best.

I just want to take a few minutes to address a couple of things Lisa said recently. This is as much a repeat and reinforcement of my answer to her as for anyone else's interest.

She said:"Everything I've been doing lately will seem mild or tame if compared to the things I've been writing about what I did in my 20's. Do you think that will make it uninteresting?"

No,I don't. I think anybody who's read about Lisa's activity when she was younger will be interested in what she's doing now.

And this:"You almost always over-do it when you're describing me. You make it seem more dramatic or something. You make it sound like I'm better than I am,but I like that."

No,I don't. There's an aura of sexuality around Lisa when she's aroused that's indeed extraordinary.

If a person were privy to some of our private conversations,he or she would probably notice a hint of insecurity in some things Lisa says. I think it's also evident in some things she's written on this thread. It's really not that. She needs reassurance sometimes,but no more than the average person. I'm probably as keen on detailed observation as anybody,and I've never seen any sign of insecurity,uncertainty,or hesitation in the way Lisa reacts in sexual situations. Her straight-forward sense of purpose,combined with her eagerness and enthusiasm make her look anything but insecure. She knows what she likes,and it shows. Lisa's full-steam ahead with extra emphasis on the steam. Her heat and her scent when she's aroused is truly special.

She was concerned about something I wrote a while back. I described her as being more mellow now,and not as fiery as in years past. Maybe I didn't chose the best words. What I meant was that she's not as likely to be dancing on table tops or be as quite as aggressive as she used to be. She's as hot as she's ever been. She's just a quieter,more sophisticated kind of hot now. She presents herself differently,but she's still as hot as she's always been.

I'll tell about her latest adventures and achievements as soon as I get time to do it right.

 

[Janice K]

It's always interesting to hear anything about Lisa, whether it's written by you or her, .. so I'll be patiently waiting for when you have the time...

 

[seldomseen]

Knowing where to start isn't easy. We've skipped around so much already,and Lisa's telling me that the more she thinks about times she's already written about,the more details she remembers. I'll let her continue wherever she chooses. Since I'm trying to describe some of her recent experiences that she wants out there,but won't write herself,I'll first try to update our situation to the current time before going on.

After I left the Army,Lisa got her degree and further qualifications to work in the medical field. After a few years,she realized that she didn't like what she was doing and decided to make a big change. When she was around 40,she went back to college for some business courses and some specialized education to qualify her for her next career. She accomplished more in the following 12 years than most people do in twice that time. There's a high rate of burnout,divorce,alcoholism and the likes in the line of work she was in. Knowing that,and some people who experienced some of the bad things,Lisa walked away from it when she felt it was time. That was at the end of 2012.

When she reads this she'll say I exaggerated again,and that none of that has anything to do with her as a woman,which is what this is supposed to be about. I think it matters,and that it's necessary to describe her. Behind,or in addition to her fine ass,tits,attitude,and irresistible personality is a really bright woman. Intelligent and observant men figure that out after getting to know her. It doesn't make her less sexy. On the contrary!

We don't live where we've lived for most of the past two decades,but we're not a long distance from there. We still have family and other interests there.

We're not billionaires who can afford our own private island or Bat Cave,but where we live isn't in an average neighborhood. It's in an older section of a medium-size city. There's a mix of old industrial,commercial,and some residential in the area. Where we live wasn't originally residential. We found it by chance,not long after the financial meltdown. It peaked my curiosity first,and after I started describing what I saw as possibilities with it,Lisa became interested too. We couldn't have bought it if not for the huge drop in property values. That made it possible. We've built an apartment inside,and still have a lot of extra space that gives us plenty of privacy. Anyone who doesn't know we live here wouldn't know anybody lives here. It has many features of a real compound. It would cost a fortune to build anything like this from scratch. We certainly couldn't afford to do it,but we didn't have to. It's called adaptive re-use. Since this property would've otherwise been vacant for a long time and maybe ultimately torn down,our building permit was easy to get approved. It suits us perfectly. We love the privacy. There's no way to see if either or both of us are at home or not,and I have two locations where I can see much of what Lisa's doing. It's really unique. If we tried to sell it,that might be a problem,but we're not going anywhere.

For the last twelve years on her job,Lisa wore skirts,dresses,blouses,and jackets that are the equivalent of men's business suits. She's been surprisingly slow to change her wardrobe,but she often wears her clothes differently now than when she was on the job. A button left open or different or omitted undergarments can make a big difference! Lisa's also skilled at letting the hem ride high at opportune moments. She's starting to evolve into a more relaxed way of dressing lately. She made a point of showing that she still looks good in spandex today. She's still wearing those shorts and that tank top. A lot of people might be surprised what 55 looks like. Cleavage,nipples and moose knuckles! I'm trying to concentrate here.

There have been a couple of additions to Lisa's line-up of studs. One is the result of an evolving relationship that could be expected based on Lisa's history with black men. She estimates that about half the black men who she's been with multiple times and gotten to know well have either directly shared her with friends or introduced her to friends or relatives who also fucked her. This time it's Michael's uncle,who's only a couple of years older than him. He's a bigger man than Michael and not in as good physical condition,but also well hung and capable. He's quieter than Michael,but often says funny things that make Lisa laugh. She likes him a lot,and she's enjoying having two men working her over at once for the first time in years. They're coming around a couple of times a week,sometimes together. They're trying to knock the bottom out for her. She's thrilled that it's happening like that again. Neither of us really knew what it was going to be like here. It's not just a difference in Lisa's age,or that we're not in the military anymore. It's a completely different world now,a different mood. Lisa's finding her way again. She says that she can still tell when things are right for her. It's like,back to the basics. In some ways,it's much the same as always,but in some ways,she feels different. She said it's too early yet to explain exactly how different,but different. ???

The other man is a married man who Lisa met while getting her car serviced. He initiated it with her. He came on to her without any intentional encouragement from her.

Lisa says that she's out of practice,and not as sure of her flirting skills as she used to be. I know she's still a skilled seductress who's capable and willing to pull out all of the stops if she's sure she wants a certain man. She has always respected a man's wedding ring,and never initiated anything with any man who was wearing one. When a married man comes on to her,it changes things. If she likes him and thinks she can get away with it,she'll consider it. That's the case now.

I haven't seen the married guy with Lisa yet,but I've watched Michael and his uncle fuck her several times lately. I'll try to describe what I've seen later. If I don't get to it this evening,I'll try tomorrow.

 

[seldomseen]

When I said Lisa's been slow to change her wardrobe,I was referring to what she chooses to wear when she gets out on a typical day. That's changing,and there have already been notable exceptions. She's experimenting and trying to find her new comfort zone.

How she's dressing to greet visitors hasn't changed a lot since the time she was writing about in Germany. She barely touched on how she dressed then. I can tell everybody that the way she dressed then was a far bigger WOW! factor for those men than she made it sound. She wore extremely short athletic shorts all summer. Just thaat much ass cheek showing. Her tits,even bigger than usual because they were loaded with milk,looked as if they might burst through her skimpy tank tops as the bras she wore looked as if they were constantly being stressed to contain them. A lot of guys had been wanting to fuck her brains out for months. I can't say why none of them had made a move on her,but I can say that all it took was for me to tell a few guys that she was 100% serious,that she was really fond of black guys,and that I was cool with it. Everything changed immediately. They were coming for her constantly. There were guys who purposely waited until I was with another cycle before they would come for her,others who preferred to come while I was there,and still others who were indifferent to whether I was there or not. Lisa was always ready. She never flinched or showed any sign of being overwhelmed,although she's admitted since then that she felt close to being overwhelmed at times,and actually enjoyed that feeling. She tried to always be dressed for the next guy when he or they showed up. She wasn't always able to. When she wasn't already dressed for sex when they got there,she would slip into the bedroom at the first opportunity,and return a minute or two later wearing one of her "Fuck me right now!" dresses. She's had some nice lingerie over the years,and has occasionally been in the mood to wear it,but she's always preferred super sexy dresses,skirts,shorts and tops and items that are either club wear or theoretically outer wear,but not really. She knows how important the right clothes are to get her message across to men,and she's very talented in choosing the right packaging. If she's out of practice at anything right now,I don't expect that to last long.

 

[seldomseen]

Lisa was true to form as she readied herself for her two regular guys to arrive. She wore a just above the knee summer dress,a cream color with a pale blue floral pattern on it. The color of the dress projected an almost innocent look,while the low opening at the front of it revealed barely restrained breast,nipples already visibly erect in her anticipation.

I knew she wasn't wearing any panties under her dress,so I reached to feel her wetness. She was too fast for me,moving back quickly and pulling the dress tightly around her legs as she laughed and told me to behave myself.

"You can feel me later,after they're gone"

She had the gate open as she waited for them to arrive. I heard the car and watched her hit the button by the door to close it behind them,my cue to take my perch. She looked my way for a second before reaching for the door handle to open it for her men.

I can see the area just inside the front door,but my view isn't as good as I'd like. I saw Michael lean to kiss Lisa,then the Uncle saying something I couldn't hear clearly,just before Lisa Pulled him to her and proceeded to give him a long,passionate,opened mouth lip lock for effect. I could see her as she stepped back,looking up at him with that familiar head turned sideways look that means:What didya think about that?

A few minutes later,they were all much clearer for me as they entered our bedroom. Michael's hand went straight under Lisa's dress to her naked pussy,and the uncle,standing to one side and behind Lisa,reached her left tit,cupping it in his right hand as he put his left hand on the back of her neck,leaning to her mouth to continue the kissing she had initiated by the front door. It was immediately apparent to me,that if I hadn't already known,I would've been able to tell then that they had fucked Lisa as a team before. Their moves were harmonious,avoiding most of the awkward moments that often happen with threesomes. They took their turns at each end as she took both their cocks simultaneously in her mouth and pussy,book-ended on her knees. Both of those guys cocks are seriously big. Lisa can't get much more than the head of either of them in her mouth,but she tries,rubbing her face over them and licking all up and down them while her body's being heaved to and fro with the pounding of her pussy. Near the end,each of them watched while the other her mounted her in missionary fashion and fucked her thoroughly to cum inside her.

 

[seldomseen]

Lisa was true to form as she readied herself for her two regular guys to arrive. She wore a just above the knee summer dress,a cream color with a pale blue floral pattern on it. The color of the dress projected an almost innocent look,while the low opening at the front of it revealed barely restrained breast,nipples already visibly erect in her anticipation.

I knew she wasn't wearing any panties under her dress,so I reached to feel her wetness. She was too fast for me,moving back quickly and pulling the dress tightly around her legs as she laughed and told me to behave myself.

"You can feel me later,after they're gone"

She had the gate open as she waited for them to arrive. I heard the car and watched her hit the button by the door to close it behind them,my cue to take my perch. She looked my way for a second before reaching for the door handle to open it for her men.

I can see the area just inside the front door,but my view isn't as good as I'd like. I saw Michael lean to kiss Lisa,then the Uncle saying something I couldn't hear clearly,just before Lisa Pulled him to her and proceeded to give him a long,passionate,opened mouth lip lock for effect. I could see her as she stepped back,looking up at him with that familiar head turned sideways look that means:What didya think about that?

A few minutes later,they were all much clearer for me as they entered our bedroom. Michael's hand went straight under Lisa's dress to her naked pussy,and the uncle,standing to one side and behind Lisa,reached her left tit,cupping it in his right hand as he put his left hand on the back of her neck,leaning to her mouth to continue the kissing she had initiated by the front door. It was immediately apparent to me,that if I hadn't already known,I would've been able to tell then that they had fucked Lisa as a team before. Their moves were harmonious,avoiding most of the awkward moments that often happen with threesomes. They took their turns at each end as she took both their cocks simultaneously in her mouth and pussy,book-ended on her knees. Both of those guys cocks are seriously big. Lisa can't get much more than the head of either of them in her mouth,but she tries,rubbing her face over them and licking all up and down them while her body's being heaved to and fro with the pounding of her pussy. Near the end,each of them watched while the other her mounted her in missionary fashion and fucked her thoroughly to cum inside her.

The uncle came here by himself a couple of days ago. Lisa had been talking about the family similarities between Michael and him. They were in our bed within minutes after he arrived,and knowing I was watching closely,Lisa smiled as she demonstrated what she had been talking about. I was looking straight up from the foot of the bed. Lisa was facing me,half on her side,half on her belly. I could tell that the uncle was making nice with her pussy because of the way she kept biting her bottom lip. She was holding the uncle's near fully erect cock half way up it's length as she moved the ample foreskin up and down,drawing my attention to the only significant difference between them. She hugged the massive cock with her face full on it as she tongued it from scrotum to tip,then going back to the bottom and licking his balls again. I could see the contraction of his balls,the involuntary reaction to Lisa's show of affection,then,a moment later,the clearly visible throb of a fully erect cock. Lisa smiled in my direction as she turned and lifted herself above her prize. She held the foreskin back from the swollen tip,centered it into her ready wetness and lowered her body onto it. I watched the arching of her lower torso as she went down onto the uncle with all her weight,stiffened in a barely visible grinding motion,then relaxed and leaned forward,simultaneously stretching her legs downward,widely spread around the big black man. A moment later,two large black hands squeezed Lisa's ass cheeks and pulled her down firmly to secure balls-deep penetration.

Lisa happily pronounced recently that she's with black men more days lately than she's without. She wants to get back to it being an every day thing. She says it can happen,and I'm sure she's right.

 

[seldomseen]

Lisa here again. I know I know. I want my hubby to get back in and write something,but I can't stand just sitting back and staying out of it.

He hit a nerve with the comment about me being slow to change my wardrobe after leaving the nine to five. It wasn't anything I don't know or haven't said myself,but I wouldn't have written it on here. Old habits die hard. The odd thing about the office attire is that I didn't feel comfortable wearing it at first. I had been a denim and cotton girl for ages,then wore scrubs for several years on the job. It took a long time for me to be comfortable in office clothes,and it's taking a long time to get out of them. I know it's senseless to keep dressing like I'm going to the office or to meet a client. I'm not the country club or garden club type,and I don't want to look like I am. I need a new groove,and I haven't found it just yet. We did some shopping today. We made some progress,then looked around online after we got home. I'm tending toward going back to the way I dressed before. I don't want to look like a 55-year-old who's trying to look like a 25-year-old,but I'm not in bad shape. The waistline on jeans and shorts have moved a lot since I used to wear them every day. I'll go out on a limb and say that the average waistline has gotten bigger since then too,so I'm not going to compare badly to most others by that measure.

I just realized that I'm going on and on about something that's of absolutely no interest to anybody but me,and not at all relevant to the theme of this site. My hubby left a little while ago,and he'll be gone for the whole week. He was a big help today. I've gotten so used to using this thread as an outlet that I just turned to it after he had to leave. Thanks to all of the people on here who've been so nice as to let me do that.

I'll get back on here soon with something that's more interesting than my wardrobe dilemma. See,once I get started,I never want to stop.

 

[seldomseen]

It's strange how my hubby and I can remember the same thing so differently. I really thought I dressed modestly during my strolls around the post in Germany that summer after I had my baby. His recollection of what my mood was at that time is exactly as I remember it. He also remembers some details of the exact shorts and tops,and the way they fit me. I'm convinced that he's right this time. I can't remember any time when I've been hornier than in that first year after I had my baby. I was concerned that I had lost my sex appeal,and I was starting to feel desperate. I'm sure he's right. I was wearing the shortest shorts and skimpiest tops I had.

 

[seldomseen]

I think it's always good to keep sex as simple as possible. Emotional events and relationships happen as they do or don't. Try as we may,we really don't have much control. Chemistry,or the lack of chemistry is the most important factor in determining the outcome of our interactions with sex partners. I think average sex is great,above average sex is fantastic,and really good sex is indescribably wonderful! The few times when I've been disappointed with sex could have been avoided if I had paid attention to my intuition about the chemistry beforehand.

Sex with married men can be complicated,but it doesn't have to be. Having a good marriage,the last thing I want to do is to get mixed up in someone else's bad marriage. If it's understood that it's sex and only sex,it can be enjoyable and can work out fine.

This is nothing more than my thoughts.

 

[seldomseen]

Will's my baby love. He made me a cougar,and now he has me twerking. We were just playing around,dancing and grinding a little. He said he'd like to see me twerk,so I let go with the little I knew from seeing it done a few times. He was really impressed with that,so I'm practicing to do a good show for him. I'm still working on the basics,but I'll get it down,then work out my own routine. If it's dance,I can do it. It's a great workout. If I can get a good enough routine down,I might show off to the other guys too. It might be another way to make the most of this booty.

 

[seldomseen]

I'm trying to shed my angst of writing about the present. I'm not really superstitious,but sometimes I don't take chances on whether any of that stuff is real or not. I hope not. I don't want to jinx myself. I can't say that I have a real plan anyway. I seldom have a real plan about my personal life. I have ideas,fantasies,wishes and all,but things rarely work out like I imagine. Sometimes things go better and sometimes not at all,but seldom does anything work out like I think it might.

I haven't been able to live here full-time for very long,just a few months. I don't have a nine to five job now,but I'm not off the hook completely. I work twenty to thirty hours a week on average,doing background stuff for my hubby's business. He used to have a full-time person doing everything I do before he started scaling his business down to eventually retire.

There are places near where we live where I might have significant opportunity with men. I take walks and jog. I've been checked out a few times by some men who's looks I liked. I'm in pretty good shape,but there's room for improvement. If I want to wear some of the clothes I'm considering,I'll need to tighten up. My hubby's pushing for crop tops. I'm not sure about that yet,but I'd like to go with some relatively skimpy tops and short shorts. I don't want to look or feel ridiculous. Some of the clothes I'm thinking about would be bold at thirty-five. If I'm going to wear them at fifty-five,I've got to get serious about tightening up.

I'm going to start looking for a bicycle. I haven't had a bike in years. Biking will be good exercise and get me out there. My hubby got excited about my compression shorts,and that gave me ideas about some advantages of wearing spandex. It's perfectly normal for people on bikes to be wearing spandex and skimpy athletic tops too. Nobody thinks anything of it. The big deal my hubby made about my "moose knuckle"? They do fit like a second skin. If a man was really interested in checking me out,he could get a good preview if I was wearing spandex shorts and the right top. I'm not really an exhibitionist. Showing it for the pleasure of showing it isn't me at this point in my life. The right exposure to the right man or men as a means to get the result that I want is what I'm thinking.

 

[seldomseen]

A certain man who spies on me sometimes has been reading my personal messages today and asked me to get him straight on a couple of points where he's a little confused.Yeah,right.

Yes,I understand that the camel toe is usually considered to be tacky and undesirable. I'm familiar with camel toe,but I'd never heard the term moose knuckle before. Maybe I should get out more. Would I intentionally dress to use my moose knuckle to get men's attention? In the right situation,under the right circumstances,and with the expectation of being successful in getting the right men's attention with it,you can bet I would! I could,and might use my hand and fingers to form the fabric of my spandex shorts into my vagina and around my vulva to make sure that he or they could get a good,distinct view of my pussy beneath my shorts. Clear enough?

It's been brought to my attention that I say men most of the time,rather than specifying black men,which is who it is assumed that I'm referring to. If I'm talking or writing about men and sex,everybody can always assume that I mean black men. I don't make a big deal about being black only because I have sex with my husband who's white,and if I met a charming,sexy white,Latino,Asian or whatever race man tomorrow who I liked and was attracted to,I'd fuck him. Really. I've been fucking black men for so long that it's just natural for me. It works for me. I don't put anybody down for any reason,racial or otherwise. I just don't. I don't want to. I like sex a lot. I like a lot of sex,and I love fucking black men. I don't find the cliches necessary. Other people will form their own opinions about me based on what they know about me whether I like it or not. I'd like to know when it's good,and I'd rather they don't tell me if it's bad. All the hype,symbolism and all that doesn't interest me. Others can say whatever they wish about me being addicted to black sex without saying anything about me that isn't true. However,my experiences,my feelings,and my reasons are my own. I'm not exactly the same as any other person,and nobody can know enough about me to define me. Everybody has the right to their own opinion,and to use cliches to describe others. How accurate or complete either of them are is always questionable.

I didn't mean to rant. It is what it is,and it's really good.

 

[seldomseen]

I want to keep everything I write here on a positive note. Nobody wants to know about my bad days,nor should they. However,I want to explain something that I deeply regret. It does pertain to IR sex,and it's a biggie for me.

My hubby described my experience with Victor and my situation with Curt and the crew next door when he started this thread. I've described more that happened there,and I intend to go back to that time again. I was still nineteen when we moved there,and I was almost twenty-four when we left. The time I spent there was my final transition from girl to woman. In my opinion,it was perfect for me. I can't imagine that there could have been a better place or situation on earth for me at that time in my life.

It was also the second,third,fourth,and fifth years of our marriage,and my hubby was there only a small fraction of that time. We both matured and changed a lot during that time. We lived completely different and separate lives,only being together a few days every couple of months,and a few weeks vacation time together each of those years. He always knew where I was and what I was doing. After he met Curt,he said he never worried about me being safe,and that he felt good that I was happy there. I almost never knew where he was. I was concerned about his safety every time I let myself think about it,but I knew he was doing something that he thought he had to do for himself.

I'm not sure if either of of thought about it in those terms then,but it could have been questionable whether or not we would make it together as a married couple from that point on,or if we had grown apart in that time. We shared a nonchalant attitude about our marriage from the beginning,and the year we had together before that period wasn't enough for us to settle in or cement our relationship. We were crazy in love on one hand,but unconcerned on the other. I guess anybody would have had to have been there to understand. Then again,I'm not sure that would help.

My point is that it although I didn't feel like I wanted to leave there,I knew it was time. We didn't have a choice anyway. My hubby had orders to Germany,and that was it.

My hubby was calm,self-assured,steady,thoughtful,and obviously more mature than he had been before. He didn't have anything to prove to himself,and was ready to get on with life. He was always wanting me to tell him every little tidbit of what happened while I was with the guys there,to fill in all of the gaps from the time he was away. It has been impossible to complete. So much happened there,and he was away for most of it. I tried to show him as much as I could when he was there,but I still occasionally think of something that I've never told him. He liked that my experience happened the way it happened,and he has helped to facilitate good things in every way he can since then. It was obvious in a short time of being together on a regular basis that we were two adults in love with each other and well-matched for the long haul. We were both surprised how easy we felt together,and happy that we were.

Once in Germany,I was able to catch up on some things I had felt pressure to get done,mainly get started on my college education. We had a good,average social life there,including some swinging,which seemed to be common everywhere at that time,and maybe more prevalent in the military than in other places. I won't rehash everything that went on in the first half of our time there. It was all generally OK. I got a lot accomplished toward getting my degree,enough not to feel pressure anymore. We had some good experiences with couples there,and some that weren't so good. Nothing went terribly wrong. It just wasn't always as comfortable as I would have liked. I figured out for myself that I liked it much better when I was fucking black men. I wasn't jealous of my hubby fucking other women. I'm still not. It was some of the other couples who had jealousy issues that kept me from being comfortable. There was a big rotation there,and when everything settled,all the other couples were gone. I saw that as my chance to tell my hubby that I wanted to concentrate on having good sex with black men from that point on. He was understanding and supportive from the minute I told him that,and he still is. I've written a lot about how things went in Germany from that point on,and there's more I can add to what I've already written.

When we were down to between nine and ten months left in Germany my sex life changed for the better in a huge way. I had been getting some good sex with several black men since I'd been there,but I had(and still do at times)a craving for a lot of sex. I'm mostly into straight-forward sex. The ANR with George was probably the most unusual or kinky thing I've ever done. That was the right thing at the time and George was the right man. It didn't seem kinky at all. If there's anything unusual about me,it's that I get in moods when I like to be fucked until it hurts. Just straight fucking by black men very frequently. That's what I was getting for the rest of our time there.

We had the option to extend our time in Germany. A one year extension would have been all but guaranteed,and more would have probably been possible beyond that. We talked about it,and decided to extend for a year. There was nothing I wanted more than to stay there and keep taking what was coming to me every day for another year beyond our rotation date. When my hubby went to personnel to apply for the extension,he had missed the time window to get it in by a few days. I can't remember exactly what the deadline was. It was something around 120 days or something like that. There was so much going on that the time just slipped past before we realized it. It's almost enough to make me cry when I think about it now. It was just getting really good. I wanted to stay for at least another year. It had to end before I was ready for it to end because of a stupid technicality. That's the biggest disappointment I've ever experienced,and my biggest regret. I know I would have loved to stay for another year. Would I have been ready to leave after that? Would I ever have wanted to leave? I don't know the answer to either of those questions. That sucks!

 

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Just for the record,we've been with several other couples since that time in Germany,and most of that experience has been very good. We've also had threesomes with two other women that were fantastic! But it's been mostly me and other men,and virtually all of them are black.

 

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One more time that I wish I could go back and do over again for another reason besides the pure pleasure of it is my vacation with Andy. If I could do it over,I would be prepared to meet his mom and make it a perfect vacation,because it was perfect besides that. I can't believe that I was so naive. I was twenty-three,but still. I just wasn't thinking. I was dressed for Andy and his homies,and every item of clothing I took with me was for Andy and his homies. I didn't even have a bra with me.

There was another factor,a big negative where Andy's mom was concerned. There was rarely an hour during the whole two weeks I was there that somebody wasn't kissing me and usually having fingers in my pussy at a minimum. It's one of the things that made that vacation such a special time for me,but it's also a big part of why Andy's mom was so cold toward me. All women have a keen smell for sex. It doesn't have to involve full sex. Kissing and fondling like we were doing smells like sex in the minutes and even the next hour or two afterward. It's something that I would normally have been aware of had it not been for the fact that I was accustomed to living with men all the time. My exposure to other women during that time was very limited. I realized immediately that Andy's mom smelled sex on me,but it was too late.

Everything else was perfect. It was Andy's first time home after being in the Army for a year. That gave him kind of a celebrity status among his homies,and I was included in that by being with him. I was Andy's girl while we were there. Andy and I were playing a masquerade that we discussed before we got there. Andy was kinda bossy with me,not nasty or mean,just bossy. He wasn't usually like that with me,but it was fun to play along with. I joked with him later about how I liked him bossing me around,and that I would like it if he did it more. He never took me seriously. He would just smile that sweet smile and usually wouldn't say anything. I was altogether joking. I really liked it. I'm not sure if it would've been the same back at the apartments,but it was fun while we were in his hometown. Andy was one of my main men. I loved him and enjoyed every minute we spent together.

I've remembered a lot more of the details of those two weeks with Andy and his homies. It was an extremely hot time for me. I'll do my best to describe more of it soon. Today,I'm going to look for a bike.

 

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A certain man who spies on me sometimes has been reading my personal messages today and asked me to get him straight on a couple of points where he's a little confused.Yeah,right.

Yes,I understand that the camel toe is usually considered to be tacky and undesirable. I'm familiar with camel toe,but I'd never heard the term moose knuckle before. Maybe I should get out more. Would I intentionally dress to use my moose knuckle to get men's attention? In the right situation,under the right circumstances,and with the expectation of being successful in getting the right men's attention with it,you can bet I would! I could,and might use my hand and fingers to form the fabric of my spandex shorts into my vagina and around my vulva to make sure that he or they could get a good,distinct view of my pussy beneath my shorts. Clear enough?

It's been brought to my attention that I say men most of the time,rather than specifying black men,which is who it is assumed that I'm referring to. If I'm talking or writing about men and sex,everybody can always assume that I mean black men. I don't make a big deal about being black only because I have sex with my husband who's white,and if I met a charming,sexy white,Latino,Asian or whatever race man tomorrow who I liked and was attracted to,I'd fuck him. Really. I've been fucking black men for so long that it's just natural for me. It works for me. I don't put anybody down for any reason,racial or otherwise. I just don't. I don't want to. I like sex a lot. I like a lot of sex,and I love fucking black men. I don't find the cliches necessary. Other people will form their own opinions about me based on what they know about me whether I like it or not. I'd like to know when it's good,and I'd rather they don't tell me if it's bad. All the hype,symbolism and all that doesn't interest me. Others can say whatever they wish about me being addicted to black sex without saying anything about me that isn't true. However,my experiences,my feelings,and my reasons are my own. I'm not exactly the same as any other person,and nobody can know enough about me to define me. Everybody has the right to their own opinion,and to use cliches to describe others. How accurate or complete either of them are is always questionable.

I didn't mean to rant. It is what it is,and it's really good.

Very clear! lol!

It's clear that Lisa's been in a writing mood too. That's great! I've read every word she's written. I want everybody to know that when we express different views that we're not arguing. We made a pact long ago to always speak our minds with each other and never to let disagreements become arguments that cause anger. We've stuck to it,and it honestly hasn't been hard to do.

I'm not disputing anything Lisa has written here. She means every word of it.

I think that if any non-black man were to make a go at Lisa,chances are that he wouldn't even be noticed. She's sincere in what she says about being open to other men,but the reality is that she's only interested in black men. I'm not sure what it would take for her to make an exception these days,and I would be shocked if anything happened between Lisa and a non-black man. I think there's less chance that it will ever happen again than ever before. She concentrates on getting attention from black men and she hardly even sees men who aren't black.

She knows I'm not being argumentative. I understand how she feels and that she's keeping other possibilities open.
It's just my opinion that the chance that anything would ever happen between Lisa and any non-black man in the future is so improbable that it's close to impossible. In my opinion,it's just not going to happen.

 

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OK. I don't always consider the probabilities related to every possibility.

I got my bike! I've already been riding it. I still don't have the seat adjusted exactly like I want it,but I can get it done myself. I have a tool kit. I feel like a kid with a new toy. I never had a bike with a tool kit and a water bottle mounted on it when I was a kid. This is a cool bike. I'll wear myself out riding it,but that's what I bought it for.

 

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I'm going to tell this because I think I really need to get it out. People who have read about some of the things I've done are sure to question my judgement. As strange as it might sound,I'm usually reasonably comfortable in what I'm doing. On this particular subject,I'm questioning myself. Logically,it seems all wrong,but it actually feels ok.

A man just left. He's in his mid-thirties and married with children. We met in the waiting area of the service department at a dealership while we were both getting our cars serviced. We both arrived early for our mid-morning appointments and normally would've been out of there before lunch time. There were some problems in the shop that morning,over-scheduling or something. It was obvious that neither of our cars would be finished before early afternoon. We had been talking off and on since we'd been there,about trivial things,the weather or whatever. He suggested that we could take the courtesy car from the dealership and go for lunch. I agreed,and we went to a nearby cafeteria. I really didn't see this one coming. He's a good-looking man,a little overweight,but only a little,neatly dressed in a business suit,and wearing a wide gold wedding ring. I wasn't even thinking about sex with him.

No sooner than we were out of the dealership,he had started telling me about his personal life,job,family,and so on. By the time we got our food,he had gotten to the part about his wife never feeling like having sex anymore. He was explaining all the pressures she was dealing with,a sick parent,*******,job pressures,etc. He wasn't putting her down,but rather making excuses for her,which I found admirable in a strange way. Before I realized where he was going with his conversation,he made one of the clumsiest attempts at flirting that I've ever heard,coming very close to asking me point blank if I would let him fuck me. Neither I nor almost anyone would've thought that I looked approachable that day. I was dressed as my hubby described recently,in the equivalent of a business suit, knee-length skirt,button-up blouse,and leather pumps. I probably looked like I was on my lunch break from a bank or a law office. This man isn't comfortable about much of anything in his life,but he's shockingly at ease with me! I can't explain why he opened up to me so easily,or why I went for it. In a way,I feel like I'm being used as a therapist. He doesn't talk crazy. He loves his wife and never says anything bad about her. She's not having sex with him,and he makes excuses for her. He seems to appreciate me listening to him,and doesn't want anything more from me than to get his rocks off. He's not a super talented lover or hugely hung,but he's very energetic and has the stamina to make me cum at least twice each time we're together.

In spite of all the reasons I can see to stay away from him,it really feels ok. He seems to be a really decent guy who just wants sex. I wouldn't have gone for him,mainly because he's married. I'm making a lot of effort nowadays to position myself as man bait. What I want is simple gratification without strings or complications. As unlikely as it seems,I have that with him now. I'm just hoping it can stay that way.