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

I'm not tattling on anybody by saying this now. I'm just confirming what Janice said about my hubby being exceptional in the way he accepts whatever I want to do. I wasn't the only wife at that post in Germany who was fucking black men. There were at least three more. I know because men told me about them and what they were doing. There was a white wife who fucked her hubby's two best friends full time. One was white and the other was black. There were two more wives who only fucked black men,but only men who were friends of their hubbies. One of those wives was white and the other was Asian. Neither of them was whoring out like I was,and I would bet their hubbies would've freaked out if they tried. The only way I was able to do it is because of how I was broke in by the crew at Curt's. I was always pushing through my limits when I was first starting there,so I knew what was possible that I wouldn't have thought possible before.
 
After reading what I wrote about her trying to get it all,Lisa reminded me that it wasn't just her who was trying to get it all. Several of the men came around much more often than the rest,as if they were trying to get all of her pussy too.

Much to Lisa's delight,one of those men was Sergeant Davis. He was also one of the men who Lisa swooned over every time she got close to him during her summer walks. He was one of the older men,but still young,in his early forties,and in Lisa's eyes very much a hunk.



I was trying to do this without interrupting what my hubby started writing before he had to go,but I couldn't. He had to leave unexpectedly. Sometimes we don't get enough cooperation on our retirement efforts. Maybe he can finish what he started tonight in a motel.

I just have some things on my mind from earlier. ARMY WIVES ROCK! I haven't said that in a long time.;) I probably sound more like an Army recruiter than he does,because I never had to do any of the unpleasant things that he had to do. I had to understand and follow more rules than people in civilian life,but I had great benefits!:blackgreedy:

I don't have a problem with quickies. I've been lucky to get a lot of quickies,and some were very HOT! The only downside can be that if you don't get anything except quickies for too long of a time,it can make you feel like you're living on snacks and never getting a full meal.:blackgrimace:
If I'm going be be stepped on,please let it be by a woman with pretty feet.:)

If Lisa was excessively preoccupied with superficial things,she wouldn't be so easy for men to be at ease with. An average man with a good attitude and decent personality can get in with her,and into her rather easily.

That said,men who she considers to be extremely attractive have an effect on her,and if there's good chemistry between them too,she gets!!!!!!!!!!! I'm reluctant to put numbers on anything that's strictly a guess,but judging by what I've seen of Lisa with men,that level of overall attraction and chemistry only happens with one in seven or eight men. Sex can look and be very hot,and still not be on par with what it was with Sergeant Davis and a small number of men.

Davis was a little taller than average and medium built,but more muscled up or "ripped" as Lisa likes to say,than average. He was very dark,which tends to be a common thread in Lisa's physical preference for men. She doesn't judge men solely on physical appearance,but if she's asked to describe a "Ken Doll" version of an ideal man,he'll be d-a-r-k b-l-a-c-k. She'll defend herself by pointing out that men have preferences too,blonde,brunette,redhead,etc. She'll say that men don't necessarily stick with women who fit their preferences perfectly,and neither does she. So there.;) (That's teamwork Babe.I said it for you.How did I do?)

The first time I saw Davis and Lisa fuck wasn't their first time together. He was one of the first men to fuck her after our open invitation,and he fucked her often,whether I was at home or not. The only difference that I'm aware of was that when I wasn't home,he usually spent the entire night with her.

I doubt that many people will be interested in what our laundry situation was like in Germany,but it's relevant to describing the first time I saw Davis fuck Lisa.

We had a washer in the apartment where we lived,but no dryer and no connection or vent to install a dryer. We had a small pantry/utility room,and we had a carousel clothes line in there on which to hang our clothes to dry. As anyone who's familiar with what it's like with a baby in the house knows,there's always tons of laundry to wash.

Aside from her sexual energy,Lisa's high-energy in general terms as well. Before men started ringing the doorbell,Lisa was constantly busy taking care of the baby,cooking,cleaning,and the whole thing. She could barely stay caught up,but most of the time,she did. I helped her when I was home,but I'll admit that I didn't help as much as I should have. (I got much better later on)

It would be hard to overstate how suddenly everything changed. It was either a small miracle,or Lisa's correct that there was some planning of her schedule being done by somebody. Otherwise,it would've been chaos. There was a lot of pent-up lust for her. She was instantly in high demand,and she had other priorities. Taking care of the baby was still her top priority,closely followed by taking care of the men. Housework didn't get done as timely as it had and she quickly got behind on the laundry.

Lisa had five or six sexy dresses that she preferred to wear when she greeted men. When she got behind on the laundry and didn't have them available to wear,she sometimes wore the crazy-short cutoffs and shorts she still had from her time at Curt's,skimpy tops with nothing but bikini panties on bottom,or a short,sexy kimono robe that she bought from an Asian wife when the wives had a rummage sale for a fundraiser. If she wore the kimono,there was nothing but Lisa underneath it.

It was my second or third day at home,after being away for over two weeks. We had kept the washer going constantly since I had gotten home,trying to get caught up with the laundry. The pantry clothes line was covered,mostly with baby clothes and blankets,and the dining and living area,which was actually one big room,had clothes hung everywhere it was possible to hang anything. Included in all that was most of Lisa's sexiest clothes,dresses,panties,everything. It was as colorful as the average state fair.

Lisa was wearing the kimono for lack of anything else to wear,and she looked so good in it!

It was Saturday. There had been two younger guys there together the night before,and what I'm getting to now was at the start of one of Lisa's marathon weekends. In the hour or so after the doorbell rang,what I saw would be the envy of many porn producers for it's visual appeal alone. In addition to the visual was something that was even more significant,chemical harmony that was strong enough to concern the most emotionally indifferent husband.

I think I,as well as some other husbands who share their wives with other men,tend to think in dangerously narrow terms at times. Maybe it's more prevalent in more voyeuristic husbands such as myself. We tend to think in terms of what we like to see,what moves us or gets us off. What we shouldn't forget is that each person in a sharing or cuckold situation has their own selfish interests as their highest priority. It's only from our own perspective that it's about us. Even Lisa,who's on the up and up,and as honest and considerate as a person can be,will admit when pressed that she wants to get hers. The same is true with the men,and more so. I don't think it matters much if that man fucking your wife is a friend or a stranger. He has his own interest at heart,which is to get maximum pleasure while inside your wife.

Lisa perked up noticeably when she saw who was at the door. She went from being busy,trying to get things done to OMG Baby,stop everything! It would've been somewhat the same no matter who the man at the door had been,but not to the same degree of enthusiasm as it was for Davis. He anticipated her presentation and played along with her show,almost as if it were a stage act that they had been practicing together. A few of the guys at Curt's had done that and Lisa loved them for it.

Davis was cordial and talkative with me,but not enough to take his attention off of Lisa,who glowed beautifully in her brightly colored kimono with her freshly painted nails. (I had painted her nails while we waited for the washer to finish) They lingered only a few minutes before going to the bedroom,the only room in the place where things looked normal.

As they reached the bed,Lisa reached for his belt and zipper. He pulled once on the belt of Lisa's kimono before pulling his shirt over his head. I could see that Davis was well hung,probably near perfect for Lisa. She defines comfortably big as "high single digits and thick,big enough to be big,but not so big as to cause concern of being hurt. Maybe even low double digits with a talented man,emphasis on the talented man,which can also make the difference with a lesser cock."

She pulled on his cock as she slowly knelt beside the bed,pausing for a moment while Davis pulled her kimono off her shoulders and tossed it onto a chair. He cupped her tits momentarily,one in each of his hands,then gave her pert nipples each a soft pinch between his thumbs and forefingers,then pushed her hair back from her face as she resumed sucking on his cock. He was fully erect and I could see from outside the doorway,where I was busy with a playful baby,and trying not to miss anything that was happening in the bedroom,that his balls were full and tight. Lisa was sucking his cock in a passionate,even loving way,slowly taking it into her throat as far as she could,making all but the last inch or two disappear each time,before backing off to push the foreskin back and forth gently once or twice with her hand,then slowly taking it deep into her throat again.

I saw Davis put his hand on the back of Lisa's head to turn it upward toward his face. Not a word was spoken. Lisa knew what he wanted her to do. She climbed onto the bed and pushed the pillows to the top corner of the bed out of their way,then laid onto her back. I watched as Davis put one hand on Lisa's tummy and push one thigh backward with the other,spreading her wider before putting his mouth directly into the center of her pussy and tonguing her deeply enough to cause her to immediately moan and shudder with her first orgasm.

Another significant difference between Germany and Georgia for me was being able to hear the sounds Lisa made during sex. There was often too much noise inside and outside in Georgia to hear all the sounds of Lisa being fucked. As I've said before,she's not a screamer,but she makes some very sexy sounds when she's fucking,soft and passionate sounds.

They fucked in total harmony,changing positions several times without breaking the rhythm of their sex. Lisa was laying face-down with a pillow under her belly to keep her raised,and Davis was plowing her deeply from behind when he came inside her.

The sights,sounds and smell of their sex was amazing,but the chemistry between them was even more amazing.

I've seen that happen between Lisa and several men. I've known that they and Lisa could be a couple under different circumstances,and for the time they're together,they are.
 
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The serenity in Lisa's temperament is as unique as anything that defines her as a woman. If she gets upset about anything,it has to be something that's unnecessary. I've never seen her get upset about any of the things that just happen in life,even when Murphy's Law prevails or timing just isn't on her side. She takes everything in stride,stays focused,and does what she does. Having a baby and caring for a baby is a challenge,even if that's the only responsibility a woman has. Lisa wanted one more chance to go all out with men,to match her experience with Curt and the crew as closely as possible. She knew it would difficult to pull off such a feat with the responsibility of a baby,but she was confident that she could do it. She felt that if men wanted to have sex with her under the circumstances as they were that the highest hurdle was already behind her.

I put a lot of effort into mastering the skills of funny faces,bouncing and tickling. I even learned how to do a good job of changing diapers and getting them just right,not too loose and not too tight. Hungry baby? Nothing I could do would stop the crying. There's no substitute for a nice pair of tits.

It was one of those busy weekends. I'm sure that almost any woman would've given in and told the guys she couldn't take any more. Not Lisa. Even if it got to a point where she didn't want to be fucked anymore,which I've never heard her say,she would feel duty-bound to satisfy her men. Most men can only dream that their wives are so devoted as Lisa. No matter how many or how often they fucked her,it was never too much and never seen as a problem.

They had just started a few minutes before the crying started. I hadn't been able to watch it all because I was trying to keep the baby calmed,but I knew Lisa was on her back in missionary position,taking her third or fourth fucking of the day from a young,stocky built guy.

The tone and volume of the crying made it painfully obvious that I was incapable of handling the situation. Lisa called out calmly to the baby that mommy was coming,then a second later appeared in front of me. She was smiling and smelling of sex as she gently took the baby from me and connected it to her tit. The crying stopped instantly,like magic. She turned and walked the few steps back into the bedroom where the young man was getting ready to go,thinking that their sex was over. I heard Lisa's uhuh and peeped through the doorway as she was kneeling in front of the young man,who was standing beside the bed with his pants in one hand. On her knees with the baby firmly connected to her tit,she began to make love to the thick black cock which had gone partially limp during the disturbance. She rubbed her cheek against it as she likes to do,and licked it from his balls to the end of his foreskin,finally pushing the foreskin back with her mouth and slowly taking the length of his then erect cock into her throat until her face touched his belly. She backed off to roll her tongue around the sensitive tip of his cock for a time,then started bobbing her mouth up and down on it in rapid motion. After only a two or three minutes of that,he started cumming. I heard his groan and saw Lisa clamp her mouth around his cock with about half it's length inside her mouth as she milked the cum from his cock and swallowed it with gusto similar to the baby's taking of her breast milk.
 
Lisa can confirm that I never run out of questions to ask her about her men and their sex,some I'm hoping to get answered and others that I know the answer to,but I just want to hear Lisa say it. I started asking her millions of questions in our early years together because I was away more than I was with her. It was the best option I had to catch up on what I missed. It became a habit,almost like a ritual sometimes. Lisa's sexy voice when she's talking about things that arouse her and make her voice tremble is irresistible for me. That's one reason why I never stopped asking her questions after I was able to be with her and see her in action more often. I don't think I ask as many as before,but that's debatable.

It was perfectly understandable that Lisa only wanted sex with black men in Germany. It wasn't new to me,but seeing it happen so often,close up and with few distractions besides our baby was different than anything that I had experienced up until then. When everything came together for her,she couldn't have been happier,and I could see why. She was getting a lot of great sex. The way those guys went for her,their enthusiasm,energy,cock sizes and the contrasts of their skin color with Lisa's was one hell of a hot recipe! I've never seen anything that I can compare to it.

I still ask her questions about things that happened then. I already know what her answers will be,but I love the way she answers.:)
 
I've been reading the "Fucking in Front of Hubby" thread, If it was possible to watch Lisa every time she's fucked,I would. We've known couples who were into swinging/sharing who made rules for themselves. One of the most common we're familiar with is that the wife isn't permitted to fuck unless the hubby is present to watch. That rule wouldn't work for us. If Lisa had to live with that restriction,she wouldn't have gotten half the sex that she has and she wouldn't like that.

I want to watch every time I can,however there have been many times when I didn't get to see her actual sex,but it was still a big turn on to be married to such a hot,free-spirited woman.

One such time that's particularly memorable,although there have been many times when similar things have happened,was maybe a year after we left Germany. We were stationed in the northwest,and it was in the wintertime. We were at one of many children's birthday parties that were so frequent during that time. I missed most of them,but I was occasionally at home when one happened. There were about two dozen people there,about half of whom were children of various ages. It's hard to imagine a situation where sex might be more unlikely,and it would be difficult to imagine that anybody might think it could happen.

One of the men at the party was a young black man. He was in his early 20's,and might have been the only person there who wasn't a parent. He was a friend of Lisa's best friend's husband,and he had come specifically because Lisa was going to be there. That sort of thing wasn't unusual at the time. In fact,it happened so frequently that it was obvious.

I saw what was going on early,and purposely kept some distance from Lisa to give her some space. She was used to similar scenarios at that time. Although she didn't like the person who was orchestrating the situations,she had precious little opportunity for black sex,and took advantage of the little opportunity that she had.

I saw a few exchanges between Lisa and the guy,and waited to see what would happen. At the height of the noise and excitement for the *******,the guy disappeared down the hallway. Two or three minutes later,Lisa walked down the hallway too. Ten to fifteen minutes later,Lisa returned,giving me a brief raised eyebrow glance. Two or three minutes after that,the young black man came back in sight and was gone a minute later,having gotten what he came for.
 
Although there's never been another time that compares to the two periods of time that we've written the most about on this thread,Lisa's never been willing to endure sexual deprivation. Almost everything went her way during her twenties. She usually got what she wanted very easily and her expectations were understandably high. Then,family and career made it more challenging for her during her thirties,forties,and early fifties. She's never gone without black sex for a long time. Sometimes she thinks she has,but it's because she's thinking in relative terms,compared to what it was like in her twenties. If there was any downside to those times,it's that it set the bar so high that it's hard to compare to.

Lisa has had two distinctly different careers. Both put her face to face with a large number of people in a medium-sized city. The latter literally required her to have her face on billboards. She has had to be discreet,and still does. She hasn't had the luxury of being wide open like she was as an Army wife for a long time. She learned to appreciate the unexpected and unintentional benefits that the rumor mill provided her in the last few years of Army life. She accepted that her reputation generated interest in her among the men who counted. The effect of such rumors would have been very different and undoubtedly negative in the years since then.

One example of the lengths Lisa has gone to for sex: In her thirties,busier than most people would want to be,she took a lousy part-time job that she didn't like and didn't have time for. She knew she couldn't keep it up for long because of her other responsibilities. She did it as a way to get close to a supervisor who worked at that business. She only worked there for a few weeks,and only a few hours,but long enough to get to know the guy well enough to know she could trust him. He fucked her occasionally for several years before he transferred out of the area,even sharing her with two of his friends.
 
Lisa reminded me that her time in Germany was unexpectedly cut short. She expected to enjoy another full year of "taking what she had coming to her",and she felt cheated when she was denied that opportunity because of a technicality.

One has to think counter-intuitively to understand Lisa's condition and her state of mind in Germany. As is normal for a mom with a baby,she often didn't get enough sleep. In addition to that,she was available for "wife duties" for a virtually unlimited number of men,who were no longer reluctant to take advantage of her willingness to please them. Despite her best efforts,she often fell behind in her housework and laundry. She was intent on always looking her best,and as sexy as she could. She succeeded,despite being well-worn,and sometimes showing subtle signs of being slightly haggard. She had been just as active in her time with Curt and the crew,but she didn't have a baby to care for back then. Motherhood made life much more challenging for her.

She was as happy then as she's ever been. Her words:"When it's almost too much,almost more than I feel like I can take,it's just right. Maybe I'm just crazy,but that's perfect for me. How long could I take it like that? I don't know. Maybe not forever,but for a long time."
 
During the years with Curt and the crew,Lisa was hotter than I can describe. One would just have to have been there.(cliche' acknowledged) I missed more than I saw,because I wasn't there for most of it. I would like to say that I fully appreciated everything I saw when I was there,especially knowing that Lisa always showed off for me. Unfortunately for me,I often had too many distractions to concentrate as much as I wanted to on Lisa. The atmosphere at Curt's was sometimes distracting,partying and conversations going in all directions. Besides that,I had difficulty clearing my mind of my previous task and questions about my next. The memories I have of Lisa as she was then,and the times when I saw her clearly,without distractions,are some of the best memories of my life.

It's really impossible to make up for lost time,but I came as close as I could after we got to Germany. I was very much in love with Lisa by the time we got to Germany. I had fully realized what an exceptional woman she is,and my life had become truly centered around her.

There had been a lot of moving parts to our relationship during the first few years we were married. Neither of us took our relationship all that seriously,or really thought we would last forever as a couple. I had firm plans about things I wanted to do,much of which now makes me ask what the fuck was I thinking? Oddly I think,we grew closer each time we were together in Georgia. Lisa really lived there with Curt and a slowly rotating group of young soldiers. There were a few Firemen and Paramedics in the mix too,mostly Vets. All of those guys were black. Lisa lived with black men 24/7,and I dropped in for a few days every few weeks.

The day we left Georgia was an emotional day for Lisa. She had been a young when we arrived there,only a few weeks from twenty,but still nineteen. She had become a woman there,and she had fulfilled her teen fantasy of living as a groupie. She had also gone black soon after she got there. That had happened coincidentally,simply because her opportunity there was with black men. The significance of her going black wasn't fully appreciated until sometime later.

My job in Germany was as easy as a Sunday stroll. I was cadre at a training site. It was a bitch for the soldiers in the training,but easy for me. It was at a remote site,a couple of hours from where we lived. I had to be there 24/7 for between two and three weeks at a time,counting prep and admin time. Three hots and a cot,and I slept indoors. When you can pull that off in the Army,that's better than average duty. The best thing about the job was that I got almost equal time off as I spent on duty.

Lisa and I had phone conversations daily when I was on duty. We had a simple code that allowed us to ask and answer common questions without being understood if we were monitored,which we expected to happen occasionally.

Some of Lisa's men who were either shy or privacy conscious would inevitably want to hit her pussy one more time just before I came home. It was certain that she would be fucked extra hard for the last two or three days and nights prior to me getting home,and that she would be freshly fucked when I got there. She occasionally asked me to delay getting home by a couple of hours to give her the lunch hour with someone.

My homecomings were a time of strong emotions. The excitement and arousal I felt in knowing what Lisa was doing prior to my coming home was mixed with a tinge of concern. The frequency and intensity of her sex was sometimes bordering on extreme.

Lisa has a talent for bouncing back. She can be fucked to a frazzle,and in a very short time,look fresh and ready for more. A quick shower,brush out her hair,touch of eye makeup,fresh clothes,and wallah! She does that for other men.
She knows I prefer to find her in as close as possible to the same condition she was in the second after the last man pulled out of her,and she aims to please.

There was usually only an abbreviated pause after I got home,maybe 24 hours before the doorbell rang,but not much more than that. Lisa still says she enjoyed everything more when I was home. I was a little slow to pick up on what I needed to do to take as much of the burden of the housework and baby as I could off of Lisa,but I'm happy to say that I got it down pretty good after a while.
 
I knew Lisa was already near exhaustion when she signaled to me to wait until after lunchtime to come home. The baby was teething,crying more than usual,and Lisa hadn't been alone much in the past few days. Little time had passed between one man leaving and another arriving. Lisa was being pounded during most of the time that the baby was sleeping or calm,including while she was breast feeding. She laid on her side and took cock from behind while she was breast feeding. Several guys were used to it and fucked her like that on a regular basis.

I was fumbling with the door lock,trying to let myself in while hanging on to all my gear,when Lisa opened the door for me. She kissed me quickly before turning back toward the couch where the baby was lying on a blanket. She was naked,except for a pair of bikini panties,which were soaked at the crotch and gathered into her still-gaped pussy. She was still sweaty,and her physical weakness was evident as I watched her from behind while she walked back to the couch,picked the baby and the blanket up and put the baby to her breast as she looked up at me,smiling sweetly and somewhat sheepishly. I quickly judged that she had taken a hard fucking from a very well-hung man during the lunch hour. She confirmed what I was thinking,softly speaking his last name,one of the older NCO's who I knew to be one of the biggest hung men who fucked her,and never the gentlest.
 
Hi Everybody! It's me again,Lisa.

I know about how my hubby feels about me getting haggard,I think is how he said it. He knows I like it like that,and that there's never been a reason for concern. It's just one of those natural emotions that he's never been able to completely push aside. It's not like I've ever been tied up and whipped or anything like that.

I'm not disputing Janice's explanation about good pain and bad pain. I understand the logic,but after giving it more thought,I don't think it fits me very well. I think it's a little different for me. I'm really not into pain,and I wouldn't want to be abused,even if it was only a role play. Soreness,or more precisely,sex soreness only happens after it's been really good.;) You could say after being used really good. I'm OK with being used. That's actually a very good way to describe how I like it. That line was common a few years ago,and I used it. Use me,but don't abuse me. I can still go with that.:)

I don't want to over think it and get my head in a knot like before. I hope that better explains what I was trying to say.
 
When I signed in earlier,I started reading what my hubby wrote and forgot what I had planned to write about. Yesterday was the first day in several days that it's been warm enough to ride my bike. I went to the basketball courts twice. They were still playing the first time,so I just watched for a while. I always like the way some of them look at me. It's all very open and relaxed. They all know I like them checking me out. I'm sure some of them want to take it farther,and I'm ready to let whatever happens happen. It's clear to me now who's going to be the first. The guy who drives the black suv is the dominate Alpha Male in the group. He's in his 30's,older than most of them,and he always seems to take charge. He can take charge of me whenever he's ready,and he's very close to being ready. I thought he was going to make his move yesterday. I went back just in time for them to be leaving,and walked along with him to his car. He held my shirt back,looking directly at my tits and the print of my pussy through my yoga pants,and asked me if I'll be there this evening. I will. I hope he's ready,and I hope the two in the pretty blue car won't be far behind him. There are several more that I'm not sure about,or maybe they're not sure about me. Time will tell. It helps a lot that it's getting dark earlier. That makes things possible that I couldn't see a few weeks ago.
 
When I signed in earlier,I started reading what my hubby wrote and forgot what I had planned to write about. Yesterday was the first day in several days that it's been warm enough to ride my bike. I went to the basketball courts twice. They were still playing the first time,so I just watched for a while. I always like the way some of them look at me. It's all very open and relaxed. They all know I like them checking me out. I'm sure some of them want to take it farther,and I'm ready to let whatever happens happen. It's clear to me now who's going to be the first. The guy who drives the black suv is the dominate Alpha Male in the group. He's in his 30's,older than most of them,and he always seems to take charge. He can take charge of me whenever he's ready,and he's very close to being ready. I thought he was going to make his move yesterday. I went back just in time for them to be leaving,and walked along with him to his car. He held my shirt back,looking directly at my tits and the print of my pussy through my yoga pants,and asked me if I'll be there this evening. I will. I hope he's ready,and I hope the two in the pretty blue car won't be far behind him. There are several more that I'm not sure about,or maybe they're not sure about me. Time will tell. It helps a lot that it's getting dark earlier. That makes things possible that I couldn't see a few weeks ago.
I would like to hear more of your 16 days with Andy. You said it seemed like they wanted to wear you out, it sounds like such a hot time,
 
It was one of the hottest times of my entire life. That's for sure! I've wanted to write more about before,but it seems incredibly hard to describe. The chance to dance on a real stage with an audience of strangers and feel like I did good was a biggie for me. Since that happened near the beginning of our vacation,it gave me much needed momentum to have a good time with the guys,Andy's relatives and homies. That was good,because I had some negatives to deal with from the start too. Andy's mom didn't approve of me or that I was with Andy,and that was without her knowing I was married.

The sex there was outrageous! There wasn't an average hung guy in the whole crew. Every one of those guys were hung! They were big,bigger,and huge! Half of them were related. It could've been in their genes,but what about the other's? I've never seen so many big cocks in one place. I was pumped and ready to go almost around the clock,and that's pretty much what happened.

My hubby says that I haven't changed much since then,but I have. Maybe my attitude is similar to what it was back then,but there's no way my energy can compare to what it was then. I was rambunctious. I'm slow motion now in comparison to then. Anybody remember the Tigger cartoon? Bouncy Bouncy! That was me in those days.

Thanks for your interest! I'll give it some thought and see if I can figure out how to approach it.
 
It was one of the hottest times of my entire life. That's for sure! I've wanted to write more about before,but it seems incredibly hard to describe. The chance to dance on a real stage with an audience of strangers and feel like I did good was a biggie for me. Since that happened near the beginning of our vacation,it gave me much needed momentum to have a good time with the guys,Andy's relatives and homies. That was good,because I had some negatives to deal with from the start too. Andy's mom didn't approve of me or that I was with Andy,and that was without her knowing I was married.

The sex there was outrageous! There wasn't an average hung guy in the whole crew. Every one of those guys were hung! They were big,bigger,and huge! Half of them were related. It could've been in their genes,but what about the other's? I've never seen so many big cocks in one place. I was pumped and ready to go almost around the clock,and that's pretty much what happened.

My hubby says that I haven't changed much since then,but I have. Maybe my attitude is similar to what it was back then,but there's no way my energy can compare to what it was then. I was rambunctious. I'm slow motion now in comparison to then. Anybody remember the Tigger cartoon? Bouncy Bouncy! That was me in those days.

Thanks for your interest! I'll give it some thought and see if I can figure out how to approach it.
Your story is an incredible journey. I am looking forward to reading about the days you spent with Andy. Were you expecting to meet his brothers & cousins before you went with him or was it all surprise to you?
 
Oh yes. I knew I was going to meet his brothers,cousins,and homies,and that I was going to be shared. Andy and I started planning our trip weeks before we left. That trip was a really big thing for me. I hadn't been anywhere for the two plus years I had been there,except for one trip to visit my hubby's family. There were aspects of my life during that time that I'm sure are hard for many people to relate to. My world was very small for a long time. I didn't venture out beyond shopping for necessities,except for an occasional meal in a local restaurant or to a club with some of the guys. The two apartments and the balcony behind them was my little paradise,and my comfort zone. I was cocky on my home turf,but untested out in the world. As much as I wanted to do it,getting on that stage to dance in front of all those people took every bit of nerve I had. After I got up there,it came easy. I let go just like I did at home with the crew. I got a lot of applause and tips too.:)

I apologize that it's taking me so long. It's been crazy here for the past week. There's too much going on in every direction,some of which is family and business related,but some naughty fun too. I haven't had time to concentrate on getting serious about writing,but I hope to soon.

Thanks to everybody for your interest and patience.:)
 
I expect to get some time later today to write. I've been thinking a lot about the time I spent with Andy in his home town with his family and homies. It was a wonderful time for me,and I hope I can describe it well enough for those who're interested to know about it to understand.

I want to make it clear that when I explain how excited I was to be with those guys that I'm not down-grading my life as it was with my own crew at that time. I had my place and my function with the crew. Every day was special for me and I've never taken that for granted. I always felt like they appreciated me too. They had left everything they were familiar with,including the girls back home. I felt good about being there for them,but I won't claim that as my first priority. My own selfish interests were my main concern. My sex with them fantastic!

The thing about Andy's homies,besides them being such an extraordinarily fine bunch was that they were all new to me. I was in a new place for the first time in a long time,and it was beyond exciting! It was Andy's first time home since he joined the Army. That gave him a celebrity status. As far as most of them knew,I was Andy's girl,so I kinda shared his celebrity. I was treated special by all of those guys from the minute we arrived until we left,and the sex with them was awesome! Putting aside any pretense of modesty,which would be faked on my part anyway,I'll say that we looked at each other as fresh meat that was only available for a short time and we acted accordingly.
 
I expect to get some time later today to write. I've been thinking a lot about the time I spent with Andy in his home town with his family and homies. It was a wonderful time for me,and I hope I can describe it well enough for those who're interested to know about it to understand.

I want to make it clear that when I explain how excited I was to be with those guys that I'm not down-grading my life as it was with my own crew at that time. I had my place and my function with the crew. Every day was special for me and I've never taken that for granted. I always felt like they appreciated me too. They had left everything they were familiar with,including the girls back home. I felt good about being there for them,but I won't claim that as my first priority. My own selfish interests were my main concern. My sex with them fantastic!

The thing about Andy's homies,besides them being such an extraordinarily fine bunch was that they were all new to me. I was in a new place for the first time in a long time,and it was beyond exciting! It was Andy's first time home since he joined the Army. That gave him a celebrity status. As far as most of them knew,I was Andy's girl,so I kinda shared his celebrity. I was treated special by all of those guys from the minute we arrived until we left,and the sex with them was awesome! Putting aside any pretense of modesty,which would be faked on my part anyway,I'll say that we looked at each other as fresh meat that was only available for a short time and we acted accordingly.
While waiting for the next installment in Lisa's incredible life I have re-read some of the hotter times. Lisa & her husband are prefectly suited for each other. I can hardly wait for the part with Andy & his homies. With Lisa knowing she was going to be shared I wonder if she was surprised with what happened.
 
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Thank you! We are perfectly suited for each other. It's remarkable how seemingly small events can sometimes change everything going forward. I was in a total state of rebellion when we met. I had known from the onset of adolescence that I loved sex,but I'd had one failed relationship after another in my teens because of men's jealous and possessive attitudes. I was convinced that all men were like that and that their cocks were the only thing any of them had that I wanted. If we hadn't met when we did,I don't know what might have happened from that point on for me. I suppose I would've gotten over my rebellious phase and accepted that it was me who wasn't "normal". My guess is that I would've ended up accepting an existence with some man with a fucked up attitude who I could tolerate because he had a big dick. That's a depressing thought,but it happens.:(

I was just blowing off steam when I told my hubby how I really felt about men and the whole thing. I thought he would be gone in a flash when I dumped my anger on him. I really liked him from the beginning,but not enough to play the silly game that I knew men expected me to play. I told him the honest truth about how I felt,because I was too pissed to care if I blew him off. He completely knocked me off balance when he agreed with everything I said and told me that he loved my attitude. What? Nobody had ever said that before! The rest,as they say,is history. It's our history,and I know I never would've pushed the limits as I have if I didn't have him encouraging me to go for it. He has always told me to get what I want,that I can and that I should. His encouragement has always been there for me,even when he couldn't be there himself. He's been steadfast in his support for me to this day.:)
 
I was destined to be surprised. Andy had told me a lot of things about several of the guys,stories about things that happened when they were growing up,things that were remarkable or funny. I had visions about a few of them,and had talked to two of his brothers on the phone,but I had difficulty connecting some of Andy's stories to the right guys after we got there. My expectations were high in regard to all the guys because of who they were,Andy's relatives and closest friends,but they exceeded everything I could've imagined.

Another big surprise for me was how many there were of them. I listened to Andy's stories and I was familiar with most of their names before I met them. I hadn't counted the names! I hadn't even considered how many there would be. I realize that it sounds bizarre to many or most people,but that's how it was. I lived every day for sex. I really didn't have anything else to do,and I love to fuck. I was always there for the crew and they knew that. Everybody knew I was there and that I wasn't going to be leaving anytime soon. Therein lies the difference between being at home and being with Andy in his hometown. Those guys knew I was there and that I was available for them too. They also knew that I would only be there for a couple of weeks. That detail made a BIG difference!
 
It's unlikely that Andy would've been willing to share me if I'd really been his girl,and not someone else's wife. That's really not pertinent to this story,but I remember things from conversations with Andy that make me think that none of what happened would've happened if Andy and I had been a couple.
 
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