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

Since I wrote that about the last months in Germany being the time I enjoyed most,I've been having second thoughts about whether or not that's right. It's just so hard to say what situation and time I've enjoyed most.

I am sure that overall the time I spent in Germany topped the time with Curt and the crew,but only because I was older,more experienced,and had the maturity to appreciate it more.

There was a period of several months while we were in Germany that the sexual intensity,and level of enjoyment for me rivaled the last nine or ten months we spent there.

Being anonymous on this site is likely the only situation where I would be willing to tell anybody what I'm going to say now. Some people are certain to think I'm mentally off balance. I guess that's OK,because none of them could pick me out of a line-up.

Starting several months before,and lasting through my pregnancy my best friends were two black soldiers. One or both of them was with me almost all of the time whether my hubby was there or not. That's when,and I guess why the wagging tongues on post started telling that I was fucking half the black men on post. I wasn't. I was only fucking two at that time,but we were fucking all of the time. Not one hard-on was wasted if we could avoid it. We didn't carry on in public. Nobody KNEW anything,except that we were together a lot. But,yes. We were fucking like crazy.

Both of those guys were good-looking. One was above average hung,and the other was quite big,but not huge. They were both in the early twenties,a few years younger than I was. Neither of them were guys who I would think of as super studs. Both were potent,horny,and capable,but not super studs. Still,the chemistry between us was incredible. I loved every minute we spent together,and our sex was always HOT.

When I decided that I wanted to get pregnant,we took precautions to make sure that I got pregnant by my hubby. The guys and I completely stopped having sex for a few weeks after I got pregnant. I was so sick for the first couple of months that I didn't care about sex. As soon as I started feeling better,I got horny beyond belief! Never in my life have I been hornier than when I was pregnant. We fucked even more often and with greater intensity than before,and we kept fucking right up to the day I gave birth. Some of the best sex I've had in my life was while I was pregnant. I would have never thought that would be the case until it happened,but that's how it was for me.
 
Something I'm not sure whether or not I should mention,because I don't share the same feelings or opinions as some I've read on this site. I guess I'm only saying what I'm saying because I've been in the position where I had to think about it on more than one occasion. I never got pregnant by a black man,but I've thought that I might be at least three times,and there was a fourth time when I was uneasy for a day or two.

I knew that I wanted to have my husband's baby. If there had been a reason why I couldn't have my husband's baby,I might have chosen to get pregnant by a black man. If I had unintentionally gotten pregnant by a black man,I would have loved my baby and never treated him or her as an accident. That's all.
 
My hubby told me that I should try to remember as much as I can about the times when I've had the biggest dicks put into me,because that's what will be the most interesting to the most people. I'm not sure if that's completely true,but I'll admit that I'm kind of a size queen. Size isn't the only thing that matters,and I'm not sure if it's the most important,but size does matter.

I'll try concentrating on the biggest hung men. It's not like that's such a hard thing to do,or that it's unpleasant to think about.;)
 
It's been a busy and good weekend for us,and it's not over yet. I don't have time yet to get into the details of my big dick encounters,but I have one in mind to tell next. It happened about a month after I started getting different guys every day in Germany.

Thinking back on our time in the military so much lately has reminded me how fantastic that time was for me. I'm not trying to recruit anybody for the military. It's just that when I remember the abundance of horny,desirable men that were all around me then,it's hard for to imagine that it could have been so good anywhere except in the military. It's really mind-blowing. It varied some from place to place where we were,but the numbers were drastically tilted in a woman's favor. I think a white woman with a preference for black men had a still bigger advantage. It's really wonderful when we can be at the right place at the right time.:)
 
He was the first of two guys in the same unit who I had been given a heads up on the fact that their cocks were over-sized. I often didn't know how to respond to such information,because I wasn't sure what motivated guys to tell me that sort of thing about other men. In the early days at Curt's I had been amazed how openly some of the guys talked about other guys and how much they were willing to tell about their friends. I thought men were more guarded than women until I learned that it's exactly the opposite.

He waited until after my hubby had come home from one cycle and left for another. I don't think he was excessively shy. Maybe he just wanted to have me to himself,or he didn't like the idea of fucking me in front of my hubby. I don't know if I ever knew,and if I did,I don't remember. Some guys told me their reasons why they liked it one way or the other on their own,but I never asked. I was happy they were there for me,and I did my best to make sure they got what they came for. I would have liked if my hubby could watch every time,but he couldn't always be there anyway. Some men would never have fucked me if the only way was to do it in front of my hubby.

We had never talked before,but I knew him on sight and I knew his name from seeing it on his uniform. He was one of the guys who seemed to be checking me out when I was walking with the baby stroller during the summer. I had hoped that he would initiate a conversation with me then,but like the others,he hadn't. He was a young Sergeant,in his early/mid twenties and he was drop dead gorgeous. He was well over six feet tall,coal black,and ripped. He was so good-looking that he might have seemed unapproachable,if not for his warm smile.

He smiled as I opened the door to let him in. I shushed him with my finger to my lips to let him know that my baby was sleeping,and tried to be flirtatious as I did it. I was wearing one of my ultra-short dresses,I think a black one. He was openly accessing me as I locked the door,so I turned completely around in front of him to signal that I wanted his opinion. I had lost most of the baby fat over the summer. My tits were still full and heavier than normal,and the clothes I wore screamed for men's attention. He puckered his lips and blew his breath out silently as he nodded his approval. Not wanting to lose my opportunity to maintain momentum from that gesture,I stepped into his space and tip-toed toward his face,obviously expecting to be kissed. He pulled me up to him in a natural fluid motion,and it was game-on. Our chemistry was instantaneous and palpable. I though about what the guys had told me about him as I took his hand to lead him to my bed, and wondered if they thought that there was a question as to whether or not I could take it. I knew I could take it,all eleven inches of it if they had known what they were talking about. I wanted it,and I was ready for it.

Once in my bedroom,we quietly kissed as we tugged at each other's clothes. When I pulled his underwear down and sat on the side of my bed,his partially erect cock close to my face,I knew that I had been told the truth. I have no doubt that it was all of the eleven glorious inches that I had been told to expect. It was beautifully shaped too,and in a way,as impressive as the man it was attached to. I hope he thanked the gods and his ancestors for the gene pool that gave him such advantages on this earth. I'm sure I thanked them on my behalf,and just in case he hadn't. Such men are rare. His physique,plus that smile and his personality. All these years later,I can still remember feeling smitten. I'm given to submit to my fantasy when I'm so taken by men. That's how it was with him that night and afterward. He spent the night in my bed and we made love again in the morning. He came back often,but only when my hubby wasn't there. It wasn't difficult for me to take his cock completely inside me. I wanted it,and it felt wonderful. I had the kind of experience with him that affects my hubby in a more profound way than when I just get fucked good. It was love-making on a very different level than just straight fucking,and it wasn't only because of the size of his cock. It was everything,the man,the physical attraction,personality,chemistry,the whole package.

I learned with Victor that if I'm having to strain to take a really big cock,that I can will myself to relax and let it find it's way into me. I've been told by several men who're huge hung that I can take them surprisingly well. If I let myself cramp in fear of the last inches,it would hurt and I might not be able to take all of it. I think that's what happens with some women. That's how it was for me at first with Victor,but I learned how to relax to accept a huge cock,and I've done it many times since then. It could still be difficult,even dangerous if a huge hung man were clumsy or inconsiderate,but I've never had that happen.
 
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The second super-hung guy in that group came just a couple of weeks after the first. He was a completely different kind of person. He was tall and almost skinny. He wasn't as dark or as good-looking as the first,but he was really cute. He was about the same age,but his manner was less mature. He was constantly goofing around. He was talkative,funny,and fun to be with. He wasn't shy at all. On the contrary,he was proud of his foot-long and he liked to talk about it. I suspect that his claim might have involved some rounding of numbers,but he was close enough to get away with that as far as I was concerned. The huge,blunt tip of his cock and it's thickness grabbed my attention more than it's length. He was gentle,considerate,and a much more skilled lover than his personality might have led most to believe. He didn't mind my hubby watching at all. I think he enjoyed being watched,but he still came to visit me sometimes when he knew my hubby wasn't at home. He was good with *******,including babies,so everything usually went smoothly and easily during his visits,even during times when my baby was more demanding. It was nice to have him around for reasons besides his big cock,but I won't deny that I loved that too. There wasn't any romantics like with the first. It was strictly fucking for the fun of fucking,and it was fantastic. He was one of a few men who filled me to the max. When his cock was inside me,I was so full that much of his cum would be ****** out as he kept pumping into me when he was cumming. We laughed in between groans at the sounds of our sex on more than one occasion. There were some unusual sounds coming from down there sometimes.

I'll get more into the details some of our times later on when I'm more in the mood to write. I guess I need to give these guys fictitious names too,something I've been reluctant to do for some reason.

At the moment,it's a beautiful day here,and I have a good opportunity to ride my bike. Some guys are getting used to seeing me often,and they're smiling and waving to me on a regular basis. It's something. It might or might not lead to anything more,but I'm enjoying it. I'm sure they've noticed that I'm always bra-less,and some might also be noticing how my yoga pants fit in certain places. I feel naked when they look at me. I'm always moving,but not very fast sometimes.
 
It had started in the Spring and grown in intensity throughout the Summer,a persistent,fervent longing to feel like I'd felt during my self-indulgent years with Curt and the crew. I wasn't going without sex,but I wanted more,and I didn't know how to get from where I was to where I wanted to be. I wasn't as confident as I'd been before. Maybe the extra pounds I still carried from my pregnancy was part of it. Time had past and other things had changed too. For one,I didn't know many people on a personal level. There were some familiar faces,and sometimes even an undercurrent of flirtation,but nothing substantial. The only thing I knew to do was to try to look as good as I could and go where men would see me. I like to walk,and I needed plenty of exercise to get the baby fat off,so I went out all the time with the stroller. I got some attention,but nobody made a move on me. Everything changed around the time the fall festivals started and my hubby basically put out invitations to guys to have their way with me. That was a time when that kind of direct approach seemed to be the only way. It worked! OMG how it worked! THEN,guys started telling me how good I looked pushing the stroller,and how they THOUGHT about talking to me,or STARTED to approach me. I was tempted to ask if they needed a written invitation,but of course I wouldn't. I was happy that they finally got the message and understood that I wanted their attention in a real way. There was no time for sarcasm.

It's very different to have sex with one,two,or three guys on a regular basis verses getting it from different men,a variety of men every day and/or night. The latter is very addictive.
 
It's strange for me to refer to men I knew well and was intimate with using fictitious names,but here goes. The first super hung guy in the early group in Germany,I'll call Simon. I was totally taken by him,infatuated,mesmerized. When he was with me,I felt like I was indeed in love with him. I've been like that with several men,but it hasn't been a common thing for me. When I've felt myself going in that direction,I've just told myself to go with the flow and enjoy the high. I think if I hadn't,I might have acted awkward or distant and ruined it for both of us.

The second guy who was super hung,I'll call Henry. It was totally different with him. I was extremely relaxed with him,and that's very good when you're getting such a huge,blunt instrument stuffed into your body. His cock was outrageously thick,with virtually no tapering at the tip. When it went inside me,which took significant pressure to make happen,I was stretched very suddenly.
 
When all those guys started coming in Germany,everything changed literally overnight. Almost all the guys who came in the first month were in the same unit and knew each other. It happened similarly again with guys from another unit,then again,each time resulting in certain guys who kept coming back often. They weren't cutting me any slack. They were on me hard and heavy and weren't letting up. My hubby recently described that period and the time with Curt as extreme wife sharing. I'm sure he's right,but when it was happening,it didn't seem that extreme. It seemed right for me at the time. It was exactly what I wanted,and I still like the idea of getting fucked like that.

There were others who were really hung too,just not as big as the two I mentioned,until another super big hung guy showed up several months later. He was older,in his forties,and reminded me of Victor in some ways.

Simon fucked me more often than anybody when my hubby wasn't home. It might sound strange that I felt romantic with him under the circumstances,but I did. My hubby was always quiet when I told him about Simon's visits. He's since admitted that he is capable of feeling jealousy,whereas he always used to deny it. I've felt a certain degree of romance with several men,and I always knew my hubby was jealous,even when he said he wasn't. I think it's cute that he can be like that,considering the kind of relationship we've always had.

He liked Henry being there more than any other guy in Germany. He and Henry got along really well. Henry liked showing off. I think he would qualify as a real exhibitionist,and he was certainly hung for it. He liked putting that huge thing inside me while my hubby watched. He often picked positions himself that my hubby liked and would've picked if he had the choice. I watched it going into me too. It was impossible not to get into the visuals when Henry was there. I've always thought that I might see him in porn,but I never have. That doesn't mean he hasn't done it,because I really haven't seen much porn. He was fun.:)
 
It seems like it's been a long time since I posted here. It really hasn't been that long,but a lot has happened in the meantime. It's mostly good,but I'm a little off balance,because Will's leaving. He got a good job offer,and I'm happy for him,but still.... He was the first guy I had sex with after we got here. He's not leaving for another couple of weeks,so I'll see him again before he goes. I'm trying very hard to get my twerking routine mastered to the point where I'll feel good showing him again before he leaves.

I have to go on another road trip with my hubby. We're leaving tomorrow morning,and we'll be gone until Friday. I'm driving the dually pickup again. I like playing truck driver.:) I think some people are shocked when they see me in it,although I'm certainly not the only woman driving them. I see women driving the big tractor trailer trucks too. I'm better prepared this time in what I have to wear. I was almost naked last time,because I had tossed all of my clothes and it took some time to find more. That was fun! I was surprised how much attention I got. I'll dress as sexily as weather permits this time too. We're in the deep south where it's still warm most of the time,but we have to go a little farther north this week.

I fell off my bike near one of the basketball courts last week. I was moving over as far as I could to let a family walk past,and I got my tire off the pavement. I didn't get hurt badly,only a small scrape on my elbow. I got grass stains on the white yoga pants I was wearing. They won't come clean,but I have more. There was a good part to my fall. I had been trying to think of a way to meet the guys who shoot hoops there. Falling off my bike wasn't a plan that I had considered. Several of them came running to me to help me up and see if I was OK. I was a little shook up from the shock of falling so quickly,but I knew I wasn't hurt badly. My elbow just burned a little. They were looking me over to see if I was hurt anywhere except my elbow,and I could tell that they were looking closely at some of my vital parts. I was already nervous,and became instantly aroused by them on top of my nervousness. I knew I was trembling as I apologized for interrupting their game. They said they're never playing a real game there. They're just shooting hoops,and nobody's keeping score,so I'm welcome to stop there anytime I want. I will. They're all younger than I thought. The oldest ones are less than half my age.

Please forgive me if I repeat myself. Sometimes as I'm recalling events from the past,I can't remember if I already wrote something about it on here,or if I just thought about it. I keep going back to the last year in Germany a lot. It was fantastic after everything started working for me,and it was the last time I had the chance to just let go like that. There are several aspects of the situation that are clear to me now that weren't immediately clear to me then. One is that I felt some frustration from having tried so hard to get some of those guys to approach me all summer,and hadn't been successful. I knew that,of course. What I know now that I can't remember realizing back then was that although I hadn't been able to get them to approach me,I had certainly made some of them want to fuck me.:) All it took was my hubby talking to a few guys and giving them the OK to make a go at me. After that,it was like an avalanche! It wasn't long before I started to feel almost over-whelmed. I doubt that I could explain my psyche successfully if I were to try,so I won't. I'll just say that feeling was welcome and better for me than I know words to describe. I felt like that in the early days with Curt and the crew. It's a feeling that I missed and longed to experience again.

Another thing that I think about now is how different things unfolded,when compared to anything I could have imagined. During the time my hubby was making his list of men,and getting me to commit to having sex with each of them,I took it seriously. I considered every man he mentioned,one by one. He can't remember much about the details of his thoughts that were behind that idea,or if he knew it would be a big deal for me. It was. It made me so HOT that I felt like I was going to lose it!

Then,after everything got going,his list was short-lived. One thing led to another so quickly that the list was forgotten,and never thought about again for a long time. Years.

Everything happened orderly in the beginning,and I think most of the guys were on that list in the first few weeks. After the first month or so,it wasn't quite so orderly sometimes. The guys were cooperative with us,and with each other,and sometimes things were planned,loosely planned perhaps,but planned. Sometimes not so much. I did my best to always be ready. I think I already explained that phones weren't used much there. That might be hard for younger people to comprehend,but that's how it was. Cell phones didn't exist,and nobody trusted land lines,because you always had to assume that somebody could be listening. Guys just showed up at my door a lot. I was very reluctant to leave the apartment,partly because of the weather getting nasty,but also because I didn't want to be gone and miss a visit. But,I remember when one impromptu event happened because I did leave,so of course it could go the other way.

It was on a Saturday,after my hubby had gotten home late the night before. We had almost nothing in the fridge or the pantry,and the shopping list was a mile long. I felt like I needed to go with him to make sure we got everything we needed,so we went to the commissary together. This happened months after everything got going so crazy,and I was living up to the reputation that had been pinned on me before I got my chance to earn it. A lot of men knew me by then,and most weren't shy about talking to me anymore. We met two guys as we were leaving the commissary. They said that they might come over later if it was OK. We both said,sure,and I assumed I would be getting a good double-teaming in a short while. They got there later that afternoon,and before anything got going,three more guys showed up. A while later,my hubby was watching the baby and tending some food I had on the stove while they were taking their turns with me. Sometime while all that was going on,two more guys showed up. I wasn't out of bed for more than a few minutes at a time for that whole day. Seven men did a train,gangbang,or whatever on me that day,and nothing had been planned. It was wonderful! That was pushing the limits. I was sore,and probably quite literally walking bow-legged Sunday,but I loved it!
 
We stopped for gas and lunch. We already got the gas,and we'll get lunch if he ever gets off the phone.;)

I'll catch hell for that. He reads everything I write,and I got some constructive criticism this morning. I was told that I should have tried to paint a more complete picture of what happened that Saturday afternoon and evening after we got home from the commissary. I should have said that I was absolutely giddy when all of those guys showed up. I had the nervous giggle going almost non-stop,and when I was on my feet,I was dancing around rather than walking. I do that a lot,and the happier I am,the more I dance. I should also describe how aggressive I can be. I guess I make it sound like I'm more passive sometimes than I really am. I can be aggressive sometimes,but I think usually just with men who I know fairly well. I'm a real tease,but I always try to please too. I don't just tease,and leave it at that. I would never do that. Never!
 
Much of this week has been really boring. I'm spending a lot of time sitting in the truck. However,being out on the road where I'm completely anonymous,I've had some opportunity to experiment a little. I've been kinda pushing the limits of how trashy a mid-fifties woman can dress,and trying to measure various people's reactions. It's been encouraging,remarkably similar to what I remember when I dressed similarly years ago. I'm not in bad shape,but I'm not a spring chicken as they say either.

It's been mostly warm to cool,humid as hell,and raining part of the time. Today,I'm wearing short cutoffs,not extremely short,but very short. No ass cheeks showing,but if I bent over??? The groin/crotch area is where they're the most noticeably short. Pussy's right there:) If I were to sit carelessly,it would be easy for somebody with the right angle to determine that my thongs are blue. Unfortunately,I haven't had the opportunity to demonstrate how that could happen,because I haven't had the right man looking at an opportune moment. I'm wearing a really skimpy crop top without a bra,but I'm wearing a shirt over it,unbuttoned. And,I'm wearing hiking boots.

All the attention I've gotten from men has been good,and it has been from men of all ages. Some guys with their wives and girlfriends pretend they're not looking. I love that! That's fantastic for my middle-aged ego:) I've gotten a couple of those disgusted looks from women,but I've also gotten smiles from several,and a wink and nod from a lady who was probably in her seventies. I'll take it.

My legs are good. My thighs are a little heavier than I would prefer,as is my ass,but it's all relatively firm. Men,especially black men,don't mind that at all. Besides,I doubt that I can improve what I have there. My waistline is a different matter. It's not terrible,but it's really not good enough to be baring it as I've been doing lately. I'm only doing it because my hubby practically insists that I should,and it keeps the pressure on me to improve it. I'm making progress in the right direction. When I'm happy with how my waist looks,I'll get my naval pierced,so I can wear a spade in it.;) My tits? I'm blessed.:) They have a little sag,but they're holding up remarkably well,and with little effort by me. I've always known that the stars were smiling on me in regard to my tits. They've gotten me so much of the kind of attention I've wanted in the past,and they still do.:)

Enough of my self-centered commentary for today. Have a great day everybody!
 
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I'm learning that it's very hard to describe one's self. I think my hubby knows me as well as any person can know another,and I would have assumed that his view of me was very similar to my own,until I started writing on this forum. He thinks I'm aggressive,and that I've always been aggressive. I don't see myself as being aggressive. I think I'm usually,or maybe unusually straight-forward,but I don't think I'm confident enough to be aggressive most of the time. There have been periods in my life when I was riding a wave of confidence brought on by sequential successes and good fortune. During those periods,such as my last couple of years with Curt and the crew,and during my last year in Germany,I can understand why my hubby and others who knew me then might say that I was aggressive. Those times stand out in my memory because they were special times when I was in an elevated state of mind. Everything was going my way. I fully expected every day to be fantastic because the previous day had been,and the day before too. If I was always as confident as I was during those times,maybe I would really be aggressive.

The quirky behavioral thing I have that causes me to seem nervous and makes my voice quiver when I'm horny and sometimes for an hour or more after sex is another thing that we see differently. I wouldn't notice it if he didn't talk about it. It comes and goes without me having any control. I don't know how many people might have a similar quirk,but don't most people have something quirky in their personalities? It just happens that mine's something that my hubby really thinks is great. I've never been able to understand why it's a big deal,but I'm glad that since it is,it's a positive for him:)

I'll keep trying to describe myself and my experiences as accurately as I can.

Back to the last year in Germany: I was motivated. I was ready! I knew what I wanted with absolute certainty. I guess I can understand how my hubby might interpret the way I acted as aggressive,but that's not how I felt,or how I saw myself being. On the contrary. I think I was feeling much more submissive than usual. I would say that I was ready for men to be aggressive with me,so I could submit to them. Was it aggressive of me to be so obviously and openly flirtatious? I suppose it could have seemed that way. I was just doing what I could to encourage them. Whatever anybody thought about my behavior,I'm happy to say that I was honest. All that anybody heard from me or felt of me was honest and freely given. I know I was never hesitant. Whether or not I was aggressive is a matter of one's perspective.
 
Something I would like to try to explain from my perspective regarding that Saturday in Germany when the impromptu gangbang happened,and some other somewhat similar events that have happened. Does it ever take seven men to satisfy me? No.

Another woman who's had similar experiences might feel completely different about it and explain things from her perspective much differently.

The physical aspect of being gangbanged is secondary to the psychological aspect of it for me. It's not something that I've done a lot. In fact,it's happened surprisingly infrequently,considering the amount of time I've spent in situations where I was dramatically outnumbered by men. When it has happened,the biggest thrill for me has been in being the center of attention for several men at the same time. It's virtually impossible to describe in a way that anybody who hasn't experienced it can understand. It's extraordinarily addictive in a psychological way. It's a thrill,a high that defies explanation. I've read articles that were written by so-called experts that explained women who get sexual gratification in such ways as being predisposed to such behavior because of past experiences,usually in their childhood. I'm not sure if I believe any of it. I've never identified anything in my childhood that could fit their descriptions. You might say that I was predisposed to like it because of societal or cultural influences. All these years later,with the advantage of hindsight and a view from 30,000 feet,I see a lot of things differently. I won't get into that. I'll just say that I'm just a little too young to have experienced the heyday of hippy culture,but much of it appealed to me. The music,the fashion,and the sex. When I was in my teens,I saw myself as a hippy chick,kind of a late-stage hippy chick. I loved sex,but had difficulty in relationships with men. I think most of my problems with men was because I loved sex so much. That is,until I met my hubby:) I can't remember when it started,but sometime in my mid-teens I started fantasizing about being a groupie for a rock band and their entourage. That idea stuck in my mind. It was by pure coincidence that I got the chance to become a groupie,however I saw my chance and I went for it. It wasn't with a rock band,but with a group of black men. All the better,as I know now.

It's not an exaggeration to describe it as an addiction. I don't mean just the gb part,but black sex in general. I don't want to do without it. I've done with very little of it over long periods of time to do other things I wanted and needed to do,but given the opportunity for more,I'll take more. I want more:)
 
Now I understand. Being THAT flirtatious IS being aggressive.

Well,,,,,,,Yeah,,,,,,,,of course. I DO want to encourage them.

Ohhhhh,I'm bad. I'm so much worse than I thought.:bounce:
 
My apologies for my meaningless remarks yesterday. There was a lot going on between my hubby and me. It was mostly just nonsense,hilarious for us,but meaningless to anyone else,and virtually impossible to explain.

I wanted to get on here and describe some fun I had showing off a little this week,and I just kinda blew it by getting online while I was laughing at myself. It was a boring week in all,but I had a little fun dressing like a young tramp. It's heartening that it doesn't seem to get much different reactions from people than it did years ago:)
 
I don't see what she's talking about. I don't think she wrote whatever it was that she thought she wrote.

Lisa's being very reserved in what she's writing on here. She's holding back a lot that I think she should be telling.

A few years ago,Lisa had a real feel of her own potential,and was skillful in anticipating men's actions and reactions to her. After years of relative sexual inactivity,she's been underestimating her potential. She's just starting to get her mojo back. I'll admit that in her business clothes,she has a serious look and aura about her that undoubtedly makes her seem unapproachable to many men. When she's dressed casually,it's an entirely different thing. Everything about the way she looks and moves and her facial expressions tell men that she's a woman who loves sex. When she puts extra effort into looking sexy and even slutty as she's been lately,it's a near over-*******. A young truck driver walked straight into a trash can yesterday because he couldn't take his eyes off her.

She's learning that her age isn't the factor that she was thinking it might be. I don't think it's a factor at all. First she isn't old and second,she could pass for ten years younger than she is. The reason that I've been encouraging her to bare her belly is that it's near perfect and extremely sexy. Want to know exactly how far from ideal it is? Two inches! She says that if she can get two inches off her waistline that she'll get her navel pierced and put a spade in it. I'm already looking for her spade.

Lisa's tempting a literal sea of testosterone at the park. She has a very pronounced mound between her legs. It's hard for her to conceal her full pussy lips in snug-fitting shorts and pants when she wants to. Wearing tights,athletic shorts,and yoga pants that she's picking to purposely get the camel-toe look? I've been honest with her about what I think. She says that she understands exactly what she's doing and she's ready for whatever reactions she gets.

Those cutoffs that she wore into two trucks stops and a steak house? There wasn't a measurable portion of ass cheek exposed at any time,but they're so short that there's a glimpse of ass cheek with every step for anybody who's walking behind her. The tit display is her natural forte,and nobody does it better. Just to either side of center,from the front or side,one could clearly see a pert nipple with a thin,semi-sheer piece of cloth draped over it for effect.

Michael's cousin,who lives up north,is visiting. He brought a friend with him,and they both want to meet Lisa. I'm in my secret perch,waiting. Lisa looks sweet and sexy in a short,blue spandex mini dress. She's a little nervous,but she'll be alright.
 
Really? Of course I'm alright,and I wasn't a little nervous. I wasn't nervous at all. I was horny. I had just been told to expect three men to be here in less than two hours. I'm a big girl. That kind of news doesn't make me nervous.:)

I really don't know what I'm holding back. I'm willing to let whatever happens at the basketball court happen. I won't say that I'm willing to commit to every one of them,but there are four or five who I would spread for in a second. Some of them are really young,maybe too young. I think something will probably happen as a result of me showing my ass there,but I don't know what,when,or how. Are they going to fuck me right there at the basketball court,in the wide open? I certainly don't see that happening. I don't know what might happen,but I'm enjoying doing what I've been doing. When more interesting things happen,I'll tell about it here.
 
I'm writing whatever I write now at Lisa's request. She's sitting at the end of the couch in her bathrobe. She looks a little haggered,but happy. She's wearing a perpetual smile and honestly,she smells like cum. She basking in the aftermath of what she described as the most glorious sex she's had in ages. Since last evening,she's spent nine or ten hours being fucked repeatedly by three men. They were here for about five hours last evening,and they came back for another four to five hours this morning.

Lisa's opinion is that everybody should enjoy the sex they like,as long as it doesn't hurt anybody else,and this is the kind of sex that she loves. I've long known this,but she's asking me to describe her feelings here and now for everybody who's interested enough in her to read about her. She explains that she doesn't like to be roughed up during sex,although being fucked really hard sometimes is perfectly alright. What she enjoys most is being fucked until it hurts. That's what she likes about being fucked by multiple men over a short period of time. She enjoys the cumulative soreness and minor bruising that she gets,and the heightened sensitivity that results from it. Once she starts getting sore,she starts cumming easier,and she cums and cums and cums. (she's laughing as she says that)

We talked about the difference in the way Lisa and I see certain things. She admitted that she sometimes judges herself as being more modest or conservative in the way she dresses than she really is these days. She wore a pair of gym shorts and a halter top to the grocery store last weekend that was really over the top. It's all good as far as I'm concerned. I just think she might be embarrassed if she got arrested. She couldn't have looked more naked if she had been totally naked. There was some serious ass cheek exposure with those shorts,not to mention the perfect camel toe or the fact that the halter top concealed absolutely nothing. She explained that she was in one of those moods. (she's laughing again)

I guess that's all for now. I don't think we're going anywhere,so if she decides she wants me to write something else,I will. I volunteered to bathe her too. Later,she says. Not yet.
 
I really appreciate men getting straight to it. Michael's a salesman,and as can be expected of all good salesmen,he's always ready with a smooth line. I was wary of him at first,even though I liked him from the start and was immediately attracted to him. I'm certainly not wary of him anymore. He can seem a little brash sometimes,but he's been really good to me. His cousin and the other guy seem kinda shy,but Michael has a way of getting things going. I was wondering if I was going too far in my trust of Michael when I just said yes yesterday without a question. Things have gone great with his uncle,and now with these two guys. From now on,I'll say yes to anybody Michael wants me to fuck.

It's not a big deal,but that thing about the two inches of excess on my waistline. Two inches is a lot harder to get off than it sounds. It's more than just that. I need more toning too,and I'm working on that. I appreciate that my hubby likes how I look and that a lot of other men seem to like looking at me too. If I thought my belly was awful,I wouldn't bare it at all. It's not that bad,but it should and will be improved. It's going to take some more working out,because I didn't work out like I should've for several years. If I worked out at all,it was usually kind of an abbreviated workout,not enough to do much good. I'm doing much better now. I don't know why,but I've always denied being an exhibitionist. I might as well admit that I am,at least to the point that I like to show my body to men in hopes that they'll lust over me. Why not?
 
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