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

[seldomseen]

I'm waiting for my hubby to get here to go to the mall with me. I've been wishing that I'd brought my old sun dresses that I use for house dresses. They're all well-worn to be wearing in public,but these tights and tank top are pushing the limit and making me self-conscious. I guess it's really good,because I haven't gotten any bad reactions so far when I've been out to get gas and lunch. Men do notice body features that show through clothes. It's exciting on in a way,but almost embarrassing too. We're going shopping for sexy clothes this afternoon,but I think most will be a little more subtle than what I'm wearing now.

When all that really took off in Germany,my hubby was telling all those black guys that they could go to me anytime,day or night. The only stipulation was that they had to respect that I was a mom and give me time and space to take care of my baby. Although I didn't know the exact day or who he told first,I kinda knew he had started telling the men when he started telling me all the time what they were going to do to me. Nothing happened until he left for another cycle. They started coming as soon as he was gone. Once it started,guys were coming all the time whether he was at home or not. It was easier for me when he was at home to help watch the baby while the men were with me,but they all cooperated with me really well when I was there alone and had to care for my baby. Some guys would just watch me or watch TV while I was busy with the baby. After a while,some guys would play with me really carefully while I was nursing,not to disturb my baby.

There were no cell phones. We had a regular phone,but it was rarely used. The military was always warning everybody that phone lines were not secure. Nobody ever called me. I doubt that most of them ever had my number. They would just show up at my door. It might seem silly that such a detail would be a big deal,but it was a super turn on for me to have men randomly ringing my doorbell for the specific purpose of having sex with me. I tried to be ready for them at every minute. The constant anticipation felt wonderful beyond words!

 

[seldomseen]

I've heard it said,and I believe that sex is at least fifty percent psychological. I won't pretend that I understand what went on in my head and my body in Germany,but I know that getting so much hornier was somehow connected to my becoming a proven woman,capable of bearing a baby and being a potential mom. Around my fourth month of pregnancy,after my nauseousness was gone and I was showing a baby bump,I wanted to be fucked constantly.

After giving birth,I felt considerable anxieties about my appearance and the extra weight. Once I made some progress in getting my body back in shape to look better,I felt good about what I had to offer men sexually. I wanted as much of their cocks as I could get. It was pure lust,and although we were just going through the motions to satisfy our lust,I felt different than I had before becoming a mom. I'm sure the change I felt isn't quite as simple as that,but I know I felt better,hotter,and more confident in myself sexually than ever before.

The wardrobe thing's coming together nicely. It's been a little chaotic,trying to get an hour or two to look here and there,but I've found some really good clothes that are just what I've been needing. I'm not quite set yet,but I'm getting closer. I have good choices every day now.

 

[seldomseen]

Concentrating on remembering as many details of my sex life as I can has resulted in me looking at some things in a different way than ever before. I've realized things that I'm sure I never even considered before. Men have gotten into my head in a big way throughout my life,and I think the overall affect on me has been positive. I don't think most of them have been aware that they were affecting my psyche in a significant way. They were just being men,and what men think and say has always been important to me.

There have been a few times when I'm sure men intentionally told me things to affect my mood and behavior. I remember some of the older men in Germany really getting into my head,and I'm sure it was intentional. Maybe they thought some coaxing or mild manipulation was beneficial,and maybe they were right. I was already on top of the world when things finally started happening like I wanted. I always like compliments if they're at least half genuine,and many of those men were showering me with more praise than I was used to. A unique thing I remember from that time,and maybe why I remember the abundance of compliments was that so many of those men kept telling me what other men had said about how hot I was. It's hard to say how much their strategy affected me. I don't think there was much chance that I was going to lose any momentum anyway,but their constant barrage of compliments eliminated any possibility of that happening. I played right into their hands,and they played into mine. We wanted the same thing.

 

[seldomseen]

I'm back at home now and making some progress. I'm getting into a good routine of working out more vigorously and riding my bike. I have most of the clothes I like now. Most are simple and not glaringly obvious,but revealing to those who're interested enough to look closely.

Back in Germany: When the men finally started coming to me,it was important for me to look sexy and appealing to them when they came into the apartment. I knew the situation and setting might be awkward for some of them,and that my duties as a mom could be distracting. I had been trying to get their attention all summer long and hadn't been able to get any of them to make a move on me. After my hubby got things moving for me by inviting them to have their way with me,I was determined to make good on my opportunity. I knew there would be times when it would be necessary for men to wait for me to get things done before we could get started,and I didn't want them to have any doubts about me or question why they were there when they were waiting for me to finish tending to my baby. I bought several summer dresses that were on sale at a German store that undoubtedly hadn't sold because they were so outrageously daring that virtually nobody would were them. I might not have worn them outside either,but they were perfect to wear at home when men came for for me. They were all so short that my ass was almost visible when I stood straight up,so every time I moved I showed bare or thong covered ass cheeks. My tits,which are slightly big relative to my size anyway,were lactating and even bigger at that time. I had a few other items that I liked to wear too. I remember a long black wrap-a-round dress I wore a lot that was cut so low that one or the other of my tits was always falling completely out When men came into our apartment,they were always greeted with a display of what I had to offer them. Anybody can think anything they want. It might have been tacky,whorish,immature,or whatever. I don't care. I was dressing and doing exactly as I wished,and I enjoyed every minute of it. My only regret is that we missed the opportunity to extend our stay there for at least another year.

That was a special time for me and my hubby. We mentioned it often in the years since then,but we never discussed it in depth until recently. My hubby always liked me being fucked by other men,but the fact that I was assertive about what I wanted then made it more profound for him,and the IR factor had a greater significance than before. There were several factors that made it a big deal and really special for me too. For one thing,I knew that being a mom would limit my opportunity in the future,so that made the case for getting while the getting was good. I had worked hard and accomplished a lot toward getting my degree,so I felt like I was deserving of some fun as a reward. Besides that,so many people had told stories about me being fucked by scores of black men since we had been there,when in reality there had only been four,five counting a married guy who only fucked me three or four times when we swapped with him and his wife. I didn't need justification for fucking whoever I wanted to fuck,but the added incentive I got when I thought about the gossip made the sex even better. I was finally getting what I had been accused of getting,and I felt like I deserved the pleasure in return for being the subject of the gossipers. I actually thought about that on several occasions while enjoying the deep thrusts of hard black cocks inside me. Sweet

 

[seldomseen]

It was about a month after things really got going for me. My hubby had just left for his second cycle since he put out his invitations for the men to take care of me. It had been a busy day. I wasn't as well prepared as I would've liked to be that evening when the doorbell rang,but I guess I was looking OK from a man's perspective. It was autumn,but the day had been warmer than usual,one of those that treated us to one more taste of summer before the harsh German Winter started. I was wearing extremely short cutoffs,an item that had virtually been my trademark during my time with Curt and the guys.(I have another pair now,my first in years) I often wore them without panties,as was the case that evening,along with a skimpy halter top.

The man at my door was about forty,average height and heavily built,but not overweight. He was dark complected and as he smiled almost shyly,I noticed the contrast of his perfectly straight,white teeth against his skin color. He was a handsome man,not in a playboy kind of way,but in a very real way that has always made certain black men very appealing to me. I was a bit haggered,but not extremely so. I invited him in and explained that I needed a few minutes to get my ******* together. He commented that I appeared to have it together pretty good as he openly assessed my body. I was starting to get spoiled to such compliments. They couldn't come too often for me. His seemed particularly sincere,and I liked him more every minute. I offered him a ******* and told him that my baby was already tired and would probably be asleep soon as I sat in an arm chair directly across from where he was sitting on the couch. I was sure that he could see past the tiny bit of material at the crotch of my shorts and see my pussy in full view as I put one leg on the foot stool and moved my tit out of my halter top to nurse my baby. No modesty was necessary or desirable. The handsome black Sergeant had come there for me because he found me desirable enough that he wanted to fuck me. I was all his for the next couple of hours or all night if he wanted to stay and sleep with me. The terms were simple,almost unconditional. He was respecting my only condition by showing patience while I nursed my baby to sleep. After that was accomplished,I was all his.

After my baby was asleep and in the crib,I approached him as he sat on the couch. I leaned toward his mouth to kiss him and he responded by pulling me to him,taking both my arms in one hand and reaching for my pussy with his other hand,as he put his lips to mine and filled my mouth with his tongue. I heard myself moan through our kiss as his finger quickly slipped into my already drenched pussy. I went for his cock,almost frantically tugging his pants down as I knelt in front of the couch,my face in his lap. He was already hard when his extremely thick cock sprang from his underwear. It's length was more than sufficient,and his girth was nearly intimidating. I had already learned that I couldn't do much for such thick cocks with my mouth. I kiss,caress,and lick up down and around them,but there's usually no reason to linger for long before taking them into my pussy. That's still a challenge too. It doesn't matter how much or how many times I'm stretched,I don't stay stretched to the point that such thick cocks aren't always a tight fit. But,they always fit He stayed and slept with me. I love it when I can fuck until both me and my lover are exhausted to the point of passing out,then fucking again when we wake up during the night or in the morning. That happened that night. He returned many more times and became one of my favorites.

All the stars were aligned for me during our last year in Germany. My hubby was excited and extremely helpful because I had been assertive,telling him straight out that I wanted to concentrate on fucking only black men. I was happy as I could be for multiple reasons,the most prominent being that I was the mom of a beautiful,healthy baby,and horny,capable black men were again going for me in numbers and with sufficient frequency to keep me sore much of the time. It might sound weird,but I don't care. Good sex is always good and I never take anything for granted,but it's best for me when I get fucked enough to make me sore. I'm not masochistic in the sense that I want to be abused. I wouldn't tolerate being abused,but I love being fucked so much that I'm sore. When I can feel soreness with every step I take or when I touch myself,I'm getting it put to me like I like it

 

[seldomseen]

I became acutely aware of what was going on with the men,their schedules and activities. I learned when I might expect more or less frequent visits,depending on how much free time the men had,as well as who's schedule didn't coincide with the majority of the others.

They didn't always tell me,but the guys often knew when other guys were with me and when they were finished with me and left. There were times when one man wouldn't be much more than out of sight before another guy was at my door. It's only my anonymity that makes me comfortable admitting that I loved that. I'm stimulated to a very high level of arousal by the contrast of the feel of multiple men. It can be in a threesome or foursome and be good for me,but I usually prefer sex with several men,one on one,within a short period of time. I guess that's what makes me a whore. I instinctively knew that's what I wanted when I realized the potential at Curt's. I'd had just enough exposure to group sex to learn that about myself. Being a groupie for those guys made that situation at the apartments a utopia for me. The fact that they were black was coincidental at first,but became significant after a while. When everything finally started going my way in Germany,I felt like it was my second chance,an opportunity to again experience what I had so enjoyed at Curt's with the advantage of being more mature and able to realize how rare such opportunities are.

That was half a lifetime ago for me now,and I'm happy to say that I had my head together pretty good back then. If I had taken too much for granted in my early twenties,I certainly didn't in my late twenties. I knew what an opportunity I had and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

 

[seldomseen]

It was early in the morning on a weekend. He was one of the men who was so hung that he filled me to capacity,both in length and girth. He was on top of me in missionary and holding nothing back. He was plunging completely into me and pausing for a second or two with each downward stroke,the pressure of his weight on me. He was feeling me from inside with his cock and making sure that I felt how thoroughly I was being fucked. He was exceptionally tall. I sensed that his feet were hanging off the foot of my bed as he turned his head to the side to keep from hitting it on the headboard as he looked down into my face. I would've kissed him if I could reach his mouth,but I could only encourage him with my arms and legs. I could feel myself starting to sweat and tingle in anticipation of my first orgasm as he slightly increased his pace and continued to fuck me deeply with a steady rhythm. I had a brief moment of concern about my baby before remembering that my hubby was there to watch over everything. Relieved,I renewed the grip I had on the tall black man with my arms and legs. I found a nipple on his muscular chest and took it into my mouth just as I felt my orgasm starting.

 

[seldomseen]

I managed to reach the string of the halter-style dress that was tied behind my neck with one hand and untie it. His thrusts from behind made it hard for me to keep my balance as I gripped the edge of the bar tightly with my other hand. The top of the dress immediately fell to my waist where he held the bottom part of the dress up as he pounded me hard,causing my tits to heave to and fro with each stroke. I wondered if I should try to kick off the high heels I wore,and decided that I would keep them on as long as we were standing. In spite of them making it harder for me to balance myself,they compensated for some of the difference in our height and made it easier for him to get to my pussy.

My hubby smiled knowingly as he watched me being fucked from the other end of the living room. I felt myself smiling back at him and felt very lucky. It had never been a surprise that other men had been fucking me throughout our time together. Other than the fact that our marriage had become a solid relationship after starting as an almost experimental exercise,based on our mutual infatuation and curiosity,the most unexpected thing was that there were so many men and that they were all black.

 

[seldomseen]

I was always ready when men came to my door. I wasn't always as prepared as I would've liked,but I was always ready.

It was much better and easier for me when my hubby was home. I was more relaxed and virtually care-free. I think I usually looked more like a dancer who was off-stage than a mom with a baby. I liked wearing ultra-short mini dresses that were literally up to my ass and sexy high heels. If I wore panties at all,they were tiny and meant to be seen.

I've had a lot of good fun since that time,and I'm not finished yet,but that was a high point in my life. I was nearing the end of my twenties,and some aspects of my life got necessarily more serious in the years that followed that time.

 

[seldomseen]

Thanks again to everybody who's interested in reading about me and my sexual escapades,and who have been so flattering and tolerant of the skitzo manner that I've been recalling it. I apologize for being hard to follow. That said,I'm just following my own train of thoughts as the only way I know to tell it.

Several fragmented memories of situations and events have been in the forefront of my mind recently,but I don't have it all sorted out well enough yet to write about it in a way that people can understand how it went down. It's mostly connected to the next period of time after we left Germany.

I'll just say I was thirtyish at the time. We were stationed at a large Army post in a northwest state. I had a rugrat/toddler to care for and was getting into some of the most challenging of my college classes,trying to finally finish and get a degree.

I've written briefly about that period of time and moved on to other things because some aspects of my sex life during that period are difficult to explain. I usually didn't have enormous opportunity all around me then. Much of what opportunity I did have was a result of an odd chain of events,set in motion by my reputation for being a slut for black men while I was in Germany. It still seems strange to me that something that annoyed me so much as the gossip in Germany could be positive ******* for opportunity for me later in my life. It was,and it came at a time when my opportunities for sex were very limited.

Another weird aspect of my sex life then was that I was sometimes partially dependent on a person who I really didn't like very much for sex. He was my best friend's husband. He was extremely jealous of her,and would lose it if he thought she even looked at another man,or vice versa,but he obviously got off on knowing when I got fucked by black men. He put a significant amount of effort into introducing me to black men and tipping them off that I was an easy lay for them. He never saw me get fucked and he never touched me himself. If he had tried,I would've broke his fucking neck. Why did I go along with it? The only answer I have is that I was doing the best I could to get by. I got along with him well enough to keep the peace because he was my best friend's husband. There's nothing unusual about that,is there? I assume that other people do similar things every day. Why did I go along with it on multiple occasions when I knew that it was him who was orchestrating my being set up? I'm not sure how to answer that,except that it was advantageous for me to do it. He never saw me get fucked and I never even discussed my sex with him. I described details to my friend,and I'm sure she passed some on to him. Maybe some of the black guys talked to him about me afterward,but I can't imagine them telling him many details of their sex with me. I guess I could be wrong about that,but I don't think I am.

It was sometimes just a little too weird.

 

[seldomseen]

I've been riding my bike a lot and seeing some positive results,both in the toning of my muscles and the way men and even young boys are looking at me. I feel fortunate and find it amazing that such young men will give a woman of my age a second look. I don't know what,if anything will ever come of it,but they're looking. That alone is an uplifting factor for me. I'm wearing yoga pants most of the time. They fit so tight that they look as if they're painted on me. My hubby persisted with the suggestion that I wear crop tops and I gave in. My abs aren't tight enough yet to look like I want to look in crop tops. I'm constantly aware that my tummy's exposed,so I'm always sucking it in to look the best I can. I'm hoping that contributes to my efforts to tighten up and helps me get to the point I want to be sooner. If it were left to my judgement,I would think my ass needs a couple of inches off it too. Since that's such a big deal to so many black men,I'm going with what I know about prevailing attitudes where my ass is concerned. If they don't think it's too big,it's not too big. I'll do what I can to keep it as firm as I can,and if they like it,I'm good with it. So far,so good. My regular guys have noticed how differently I've been dressing lately. They're pleased,and I'm getting positive attention from new sources too.

I haven't been in the mood to write much lately,but I've been considering what I would like to write about when the mood hits me. I think I would like to fill in some details of some of the time in Germany,and possibly re-visit my time with Curt and the crew too. I've remembered things about those times recently that I haven't thought about in a very long time. Some of those memories make me wet just thinking about it. There was a lot of cock going through me in those days.

 

[seldomseen]

I'm home alone tonight. My hubby won't be home until tomorrow. It's possible that somebody could show up unannounced,but I don't expect it. Not so many unexpected things happen these days compared to some times in the past. Anything's possible,and I wouldn't want to think that there aren't any surprises in the future for me,but I usually have a pretty good read on what I might expect. Experience is a great teacher. With it comes increased perception and to a degree,the ability to better interpret other's words and actions.

I'm trying to make a point,and I hope I'm not way off track.

My hubby has asked me what I expected countless times after single occurrences and after segments of time when significant things happened. Early in our relationship I would answer without much thought,usually according to what my mood was at the moment he asked me. That didn't work so good. He never misses a detail in anything I say,do,or have done to me. When he pointed out that I gave different answers to the same question asked at different times,it made me realize that I often didn't know what to expect in certain situations.

My hubby and I are very different in the way we think and move forward in our lives. We've come to understand many of the how's and why's for our differences. It helps us understand and appreciate each other,and it's always interesting to try to see things from each other's perspective. My hubby often says,and correctly I presume,that if he hadn't become proficient in predicting what to expect in certain situations,that he wouldn't have been so long on this earth. Me? I always have hopes,sometimes in general terms,sometimes more specifically. I often have hunches or gut feelings. I'm more likely to just go with the flow of things and see what happens. That was much more the case when I was younger. Now,I'm a little more like my hubby. Not really. I just move slower and give more thought to what I'm doing than I used to.

There has been no other time in my history that my hubby has asked what I expected than in my early times with Curt and the crew. I can answer the question about what I expected in a dozen different ways and be truthful and accurate with my answers. I thought about what I wanted from the situation a lot. I thought about it very intensely every day. It was the major factor in my existence. I knew my hubby was going through some intense and dangerous training. I didn't want to dwell on that,and worry about things that were beyond my understanding and completely out of my control. I had no friends or family there,and nothing constructive to do with my time. I was just turning twenty and loved sex more than anything. My hubby already guessed that I had hopes for sex with our new neighbor,a black man twice my age. My hubby knew that before I honestly acknowledged that fact to myself. Once I met Curt and got to know him well enough to know that there would be more men coming around,and that they would likely be interested in me sexually,my imagination went wild. In relative terms that is. What happened in the following months and years was totally beyond the realm of anything I could have imagined. I've been embarrassed to admit that it took some time for me to realize the novelty of the situation,for lack of a better word. I was a young white Army wife who was constantly surrounded by black men. I didn't know how it would be in the beginning. There were a lot of races of men in the Army,and I hadn't been around enough to realize the degree of polarization that happens with Army people sometimes. I honestly don't remember thinking much about it at first. If I thought about it,I think I would've thought at the time that there would be some white and/or non-black guys coming around at some point. In a few weeks,the reality of the situation became clear to me. Many people might laugh at my denseness. I can't help what anybody thinks. I've thought about that first few weeks thousands of times. Things were happening fast. I was in a constant state of arousal,and when I finally realized the significance,or perceived significance of the IR factor,it was a WOW moment for me. The whole situation became even more erotic and more special for me.

I guess the broad answer about what I expected at the time was that I really didn't know what to expect. I went into it with my eyes wide open,wanting to fulfill my fantasy of being a groupie. When the IR aspect became prominent,it seemed to catapult me past all of my previous fantasies. I know this sounds like an exaggeration,but it really isn't. Considering my age,situation,mindset,other options,etc,it's not an exaggeration to say that it was utopia for me.

I underestimated everything. My mind couldn't have conceived much of what happened there prior to it happening. I had no idea what the potential was,how many men I would have coming at me and how frequently. If I had,I would've been scared to death. If anyone had asked me then,I would have said that I liked a lot of sex. I didn't know what a lot of sex was until I had black guys coming at me day and night. Once committed,I knew I had to follow through and do my best to impress everybody. Soon,I thought differently about everything sexual,and my expectations were at a completely different and much higher level.

I can give a better answer about what I didn't expect. I didn't expect it to be so dramatic,so good,or that it would last so long. I didn't expect it to be a life-changing experience either,but it was. It was much more and better than anything I could have expected. My life's better right now because of what I learned there.

 

[Janice K]

I'm home alone tonight. My hubby won't be home until tomorrow. It's possible that somebody could show up unannounced,but I don't expect it. Not so many unexpected things happen these days compared to some times in the past. Anything's possible,and I wouldn't want to think that there aren't any surprises in the future for me,but I usually have a pretty good read on what I might expect. Experience is a great teacher. With it comes increased perception and to a degree,the ability to better interpret other's words and actions.

I'm trying to make a point,and I hope I'm not way off track.

My hubby has asked me what I expected countless times after single occurrences and after segments of time when significant things happened. Early in our relationship I would answer without much thought,usually according to what my mood was at the moment he asked me. That didn't work so good. He never misses a detail in anything I say,do,or have done to me. When he pointed out that I gave different answers to the same question asked at different times,it made me realize that I often didn't know what to expect in certain situations.

My hubby and I are very different in the way we think and move forward in our lives. We've come to understand many of the how's and why's for our differences. It helps us understand and appreciate each other,and it's always interesting to try to see things from each other's perspective. My hubby often says,and correctly I presume,that if he hadn't become proficient in predicting what to expect in certain situations,that he wouldn't have been so long on this earth. Me? I always have hopes,sometimes in general terms,sometimes more specifically. I often have hunches or gut feelings. I'm more likely to just go with the flow of things and see what happens. That was much more the case when I was younger. Now,I'm a little more like my hubby. Not really. I just move slower and give more thought to what I'm doing than I used to.

There has been no other time in my history that my hubby has asked what I expected than in my early times with Curt and the crew. I can answer the question about what I expected in a dozen different ways and be truthful and accurate with my answers. I thought about what I wanted from the situation a lot. I thought about it very intensely every day. It was the major factor in my existence. I knew my hubby was going through some intense and dangerous training. I didn't want to dwell on that,and worry about things that were beyond my understanding and completely out of my control. I had no friends or family there,and nothing constructive to do with my time. I was just turning twenty and loved sex more than anything. My hubby already guessed that I had hopes for sex with our new neighbor,a black man twice my age. My hubby knew that before I honestly acknowledged that fact to myself. Once I met Curt and got to know him well enough to know that there would be more men coming around,and that they would likely be interested in me sexually,my imagination went wild. In relative terms that is. What happened in the following months and years was totally beyond the realm of anything I could have imagined. I've been embarrassed to admit that it took some time for me to realize the novelty of the situation,for lack of a better word. I was a young white Army wife who was constantly surrounded by black men. I didn't know how it would be in the beginning. There were a lot of races of men in the Army,and I hadn't been around enough to realize the degree of polarization that happens with Army people sometimes. I honestly don't remember thinking much about it at first. If I thought about it,I think I would've thought at the time that there would be some white and/or non-black guys coming around at some point. In a few weeks,the reality of the situation became clear to me. Many people might laugh at my denseness. I can't help what anybody thinks. I've thought about that first few weeks thousands of times. Things were happening fast. I was in a constant state of arousal,and when I finally realized the significance,or perceived significance of the IR factor,it was a WOW moment for me. The whole situation became even more erotic and more special for me.

I guess the broad answer about what I expected at the time was that I really didn't know what to expect. I went into it with my eyes wide open,wanting to fulfill my fantasy of being a groupie. When the IR aspect became prominent,it seemed to catapult me past all of my previous fantasies. I know this sounds like an exaggeration,but it really isn't. Considering my age,situation,mindset,other options,etc,it's not an exaggeration to say that it was utopia for me.

I underestimated everything. My mind couldn't have conceived much of what happened there prior to it happening. I had no idea what the potential was,how many men I would have coming at me and how frequently. If I had,I would've been scared to death. If anyone had asked me then,I would have said that I liked a lot of sex. I didn't know what a lot of sex was until I had black guys coming at me day and night. Once committed,I knew I had to follow through and do my best to impress everybody. Soon,I thought differently about everything sexual,and my expectations were at a completely different and much higher level.

I can give a better answer about what I didn't expect. I didn't expect it to be so dramatic,so good,or that it would last so long. I didn't expect it to be a life-changing experience either,but it was. It was much more and better than anything I could have expected. My life's better right now because of what I learned there.

Although I again, enjoyed everything you said in this post, I can relate mostly to everything you said in your last paragraph.. I myself never expected the experience with my first black lover to be so dramatic, so good, and especially last this long. And like you continued to say... I certainly didn't expect it to be a life-changing experience for me either, but it was and still is.. And again, I quote you.. "it was much more and better than anything I could have expected.." in fact for me, it FAR exceeded all my expectations and then some... And then, much like what you say in your ending sentence,.. my life's better right now because of what I learned there...

 

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It probably seems that I'm repeatedly making excuses for my naivety,and maybe I am,but I didn't have the background to know much about different races. There were only two black girls in my high school class. I don't want to tell where I grew up,so that's all I'll say about that. My first close up and personal experience with black men was with several of my hubby's friends in the year prior to when we moved into the apartment next door to Victor and Curt. I liked them,and I enjoyed sex with them,but I didn't think of them as being different from any of the other guys. It was a mixed group of several different races there. It was a lot different at the apartments. I can think of a few times when there were white people besides my hubby and me there,and occasionally Hispanic people too for an hour or two,but those times were exceptions to the norm. It was usually just black guys and me.

Curt often told me that he liked my attitude,and I knew he meant it. We were kindred spirits,both sex maniacs. He was always easy for me to talk to. I never felt like I had to cover myself or put up a front with Curt. We were always straight up and to the point when we talked. Curt was eight years older than me. I think he sensed that I might be getting in over my head. He kinda coached me and pumped my ego a lot. I remember him saying early on that my attitude would make me popular there,then saying as if it were an afterthought that my tits,ass and smile might help a little too. He complimented me in front of other guys often too,then asked for them to agree with him. That was a little embarrassing on a few occasions before I got to know some of those guys better. Anyone would've had to be there and see Curt live and in color to fully appreciate what a character he was.

I'm going to describe something that I think I have to include if people who read this are going to have a real picture in their minds of how things were at that time,the mood and atmosphere. I'm far removed from the kind of partying we did back then for a long time now,but we remain who we are for our entire lifetime. I don't want to make more of it than it was. I'm just saying.....

Nobody in our crew was ever into heavy ******* that I was aware of. I've known people in the years since then that have been,and I've seen some pay dearly for their mistakes. A member of my hubby's family isn't with us any more because of ******* abuse.

That said,mom Nature was with us on a daily basis back then. The military hadn't started the random testing,and there wasn't a test for THC yet.

I had skills then that are all but obsolete now. I could twist one that almost looked good enough to have been rolled in a machine,and I could blow a mean shotgun. I've always been a lip and tongue addict. Some of my earliest,most vivid,and hottest memories of partying there started with me blowing shotguns,getting felt up while I was blowing shotguns,shotguns leading to kissing contests,and so on. See what I mean?

 

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The door had been closed for almost an hour and the ac was turned wide open,but I was drenched in sweat as I knelt on the couch trying to suck the guy's cock who sat at the end while the other guy pounded me hard from the back,making it difficult to keep my balance. I silently hoped that they would take me to the extra bedroom,because one of my knees always went below the cushions of that couch and got bruised from the hard frame underneath. The drawback to going into the bedroom was that it was always even hotter in there. Those apartments were new,but the air conditioning was never adequate for the hottest days. I was always naked or near naked,and I still stayed wet with sweat most of the time.

Curt was working second shift that night. He had left knowing that we were going to fuck,and had told me to behave myself in jest as he closed the door behind himself,smiling at me as he left.

Victor had been gone for a couple of weeks,and early indications were that Curt hadn't just been blowing smoke when he kept telling me I was going to be popular with the guys there. There had been almost a dozen guys there already. They had all been black,and they had all seemed to like me and treated me like I was really special. I wasn't used to that much or that kind of attention from every guy I met,and it was having an exaggerated effect on my mood and ego. I was already hot with anticipation because of how Curt had been talking,and the way those guys were treating me was taking me over the top every day. If I hadn't already been hot for them,they would've had me there in short order anyway. To this day,I'm still a sucker for flattery and pampering. Treat me nice and make me feel special,and you can use me as you wish.

I suggested going into the bedroom that day. I was more comfortable,except for the heat. I sweated profusely as I rode one guy's cock in reverse cowgirl position and sucked the other guy's as he stood,one hand above on the ceiling bracing himself,and the other on the back of my head,feeding his cock to me. Already orgasmic,the intensity of my orgasm increased when I sensed that they were getting ready to cum almost simultaneously. I felt my pussy being flooded just seconds before the first stream of viscous delight filled my mouth. My sounds probably resembled those of a wounded *******,but what I felt was genuine *******.

That was near the beginning. Similar experiences were frequent for me for the next three plus,almost four years.

 

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I don't have a great sense of the time frame that everything happened in at Curt's,especially in the first few weeks and months. It was several weeks after Victor left before I really thought seriously about the IR factor and how I felt about it. I had been with black men from the first day I got there. First Victor,then Curt,then more. I had been enjoying every day of my life immensely,during a time that I had dreaded for months before I got there,thinking that I would be lonely a lot. In retrospect,it seems odd to me that it took so long for me to give serious thought to the significance of those guys and me being of different races. It hadn't seemed to matter,until I considered my situation in it's entirety. It was as sudden as turning on a light switch. It made a difference in a way that was suddenly ultra-erotic to me. Having sex with a couple of my hubby's black friends hadn't been a big deal for me. Having sex with Victor was an eye-opening experience,because he was twice my age and enormously hung. It didn't have anything to do with him being black,or did it? Curt was my newest best friend,and he was black. I was meeting new guys often,sometimes almost every day,and they were all black. The chemistry with them was above average to fantastic. They all seemed to like me easily and immediately too,and I was getting the best sex of my life. Did the fact that they were black make a difference? HELL YES it did,and in a very good way! Suddenly I felt different. I became even hornier,having awareness of things that I hadn't been paying attention to. I hadn't considered that some or most of them might be turned on by me because we were opposites in skin color. It made sense that they might be if you accept that opposites attract. Their dark skin became an attraction to me that I was increasingly more aware of. I think it had been all along. I just hadn't consciously considered how it affected me. The contrast of our skin color was an extraordinarily erotic sight as we touched and made love. I found myself watching and concentrating on that contrast often,when they touched my body and sometimes when they penetrated me in positions that gave me the opportunity to see. After giving it some serious thought,being with black men every day and night,day after day was indeed a big deal for me!

 

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A lot happened in the weeks between Victor leaving and my hubby coming home for the first time after his schools. I was meeting a lot of new guys. To say that my mood and ego were elevated would be both mild and polite. I was ecstatic,and to be honest,more than a little self-absorbed. It's still embarrassing to think about some of the things I said and the way I acted on a few occasions. I was immature,and sometimes it showed more than I like to remember. I'm afraid that I didn't always handle all the attention I was getting from men as well as I wish I had. I don't want to get into the details of that. I'll just say that I embarrassed myself enough that I found my way back down to earth. An abundance of great sex was coming my way,although it was sometimes sporadic in the early days,compared to the way it was after the nucleus of the crew came together. That happened after the balcony parties started. From the first balcony party on,they weren't letting up on me. I showed off when my hubby came home and challenged some of them to the point that they wanted to fuck me down. Some of them wanted me to say I couldn't take any more,but I wouldn't. I was hurting sometimes,but I kept taking it. After a while I got used to getting so much sex. It was similar to getting that second wind when you're running. I still got sore,but it wasn't really like pain anymore. The soreness became more like added sensitivity that enhanced my orgasms. Around that time was when there weren't a lot of new guys coming often anymore. Guys were leaving and new guys were showing up for the whole time I was there,but it wasn't like those first months anymore.

I wore skimpy tops and short shorts when I got there,and I went all-out risque on Curt's suggestion. I started wearing shorts,gym shorts and cutoffs that didn't come close to covering my ass. There weren't a lot of tops that were more revealing than what I was already wearing,but I tried.

It wasn't long before I started dancing,then stripping. I had wanted to do that for a long time. I had practiced in front of the mirror,and thought I did pretty good. I got my nerve to do it for a couple of guys who I knew wouldn't put me down if I didn't do well at first. It went good,and soon I was dancing for as many guys who wanted to watch me.

Our time there was only a few months short of four years,but it went by very quickly. It was all about sex for me,around the clock,24/7. Is it any wonder that I miss those days and cherish the memories of them as I do,or that I wanted as close as I could get to a repeat in Germany,while I was still in my twenties?

 

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I've only felt comfortable talking about what I'm going to say now with one other woman. She thought she understood and even agreed with me in theory,but had no actual experience to confirm how she would really feel about it.

It wasn't just the actual sex that appealed to me so much when I was with Curt and the crew and in my last year in Germany. There was another factor that was as important for me as the sex,maybe even more important sometimes,both then and now. It's one of those things that still gets me aroused when I remember how I felt. It's how knowing that I had put it on the line,made myself available to all takers,(within a specific group),played on my mind. For me,it's similar to anticipation. Maybe it is a form of anticipation,but it's a much stronger emotion for me. It's knowing that it's not a matter of IF,but when,and who will be next. I was already committed on an ongoing basis with minimal conditions without knowing who would be next,or when. I suspect that I'm one of a small minority of women who can enjoy feeling like that.

 

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I should pause again to thank everybody who's interested enough to try to follow my rambling all over the past three plus decades. Thanks! I realize I'm hard to follow when I'm wandering around in naughty nostalgia. If I had to tell my naughty secrets in an organized way and in chronological order,I couldn't do it. It would take forever,and I would still leave a lot of things out. I'm just laying it out there. Whatever is in the forefront of my mind at the time I sit down to write is what I try to convey to whoever wants to read it.

My hubby asks me questions that require a lot of thought to answer,and sometimes it's his questions that provoke me to write about certain things. Frankly,some of his questions aren't new either. He has asked me a million questions,and he doesn't mind asking the same ones over and over. I joke about him trying to trip me up,but he knows I'm not serious. Of course he asks fewer questions about times when he can see what happens. That's one element of the answer to one of my hubby's most recent questions. I'm not an all out exhibitionist,but I like having him present. I also like that I'm free to do what I want when he's not.

Most of us can't do exactly what we want to do,and avoid doing anything we don't want to do for extended periods of time. I know I haven't been able to pull that off. I've been writing about some of my best times and best sex,because that's what's fun and that's what this site's all about. I've also had periods of time when I've had family and job responsibilities that made having the kind of sex life I really like virtually impossible for years,except for an occasional opportunity to sneak away and get a little extra.

My hubby's question was:"What situation or period of time has been the absolute best for you? Really." I know that wasn't the first time I've heard that question. I can't remember how I answered it the last time. There's no simple,straight-forward answer that I can give that would be true and completely accurate.

My time with Curt and the crew was momentous. It was indeed life-changing,and the fact that everything fell into place for me as it did was remarkable in contrast to what I was expecting my time there to be like. It was like a high water mark for me. It changed everything about the way I thought about sex,possibilities,expectations,everything. I learned more about myself and how I interact with men than at any other time. I learned how and what to do,what not to do in some instances,and about my strong points and weaknesses. I'm very familiar with the standard male line to describe what happened there,and I don't dispute it. Curt and the crew "broke me in". Yeah,that too.

The time was right and I was ready for it. I was at a perfect age and in a situation where it was as perfect as it could be. I knew how lucky I was. I thought often about how I had expected to have to suffer that time there,possibly being totally alone most of the time. I didn't take a lot for granted for someone of the age I was then,but I've realized since I've grown older that when we're that young,we're not capable of fully appreciating anything in life. I did a lot of growing up while I was there. I could tell about a number of times when I said and did awkward things in the first few months I was there,but I won't. In some ways I was like a different person after the first six months to a year. I was much more mature and confident,especially in regard to sexual things. I was really sure of myself. I've loved sex since I was eleven or twelve years old. It was always important for me to be as good for a man as I could be,and in my last two to three years with Curt and the crew,I had become "cocky". I could hang with the best,and had been doing it,and doing it,and doing it.

Considering that I was virtually out of the game for longer than I care to even think about,let alone tell about,I'm not doing too badly now. It's nothing like the times I've been writing about here,but better than I would've expected. I'll take it. For some reason I don't feel comfortable writing about current things sometimes. It's a mood thing. I'll drop some current things in when I have something worth telling and I feel comfortable doing it. I'm getting what I think is good attention when I'm out now,especially when I'm on my bike,but at other times too. That's all it is,just guys looking,but I enjoy it and it's encouraging.

All that said,I have to say that I probably enjoyed the last nine or ten months I was in Germany more than any other time. But,it couldn't have been like it was if I hadn't had the experience I had with Curt and the crew. There were several factors that made the situation odd,and maybe even weird from some people's perspective. It took a long time for things to come together for me there,but when it did,,,,,,,,,WOW! Maybe the oddest part of the situation and the timing was that I was a new mom. That fact did make it challenging at times,but all the men were wonderful in the way they were so understanding and cooperative. It wasn't as odd as it might sound. I was ready for it,and I knew an important window of time was ticking away. Of course I didn't know exactly what the future held,but I kinda knew how fast ******* grow up,the responsibilities that goes along with that,and that I wanted to have a career at some point. I still regret that I didn't get to stay there for at least one more year. It was wonderful,and it seemed like things were going the best ever when we had to leave.

 

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Hubby understands my answer very well,and thinks he agrees. He saw me in action more there than at any other time. When he was there,and could help with the baby made it fantastic for me. Thanks to some great guys who were patient and helpful,I had great sex when he wasn't there too,but it was easier when he was there.

He thinks the best is yet to come. I'm hopeful and positive,but I'm realistic.