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

[seldomseen]

OK,here goes. I hope I don't disappoint in the way I tell this. It was an extraordinarily hot time for me. I only hope that I can get it across to those who read it well enough for you to know how I felt. What was going on in my head during much of that time was driving me wild as much as what was happening physically. Nobody should expect all of it to be logical or sensible. I know that much of it wasn't,but it was fantastic!

Early Sunday evening Andy showed up. The three of us were hanging out in the room for an hour or two. We smoked a doobie,and they were telling me stories about things that happened when they were growing up. I still remember some of those stories because they were so funny that I laughed until I hurt.

Andy wanted to go to get a pizza. The cousin left at the same time I went with Andy. While we were waiting for the pizza,Andy was telling me what the guys were saying about me. It was very good,like they were impressed and amazed by how I could take dick. I was giddy when Andy was telling me that,and I'm sure it showed. I know Andy was a little jealous,but I still think he was proud of me. I hoped he was,because I wanted him to be. I told Andy that I wasn't really hungry. I didn't think I was,because I had eaten earlier,but I remember Andy laughing about how I scarfed down my half of the pizza. I have a healthy appetite when I fuck a lot and smoke weed.

I attacked Andy when we got back to the motel room. We always had fun playing with each other,acting crazy. I went for his cock and he acted like he was trying to protect it from me,the hungry wolverine who was going to devour it. I wrestled until I got his shorts down around his ankles so he couldn't get away,then started on making his cock disappear. After a few minutes,his cock was gone. It had completely disappeared down my throat.

I had tried and tried before being able to deep throat. Curt's was the first big cock I ever got all the way into my throat. It was about the same as Andy's,a niner. That's the max length I can take down my throat. I have to get the angle just right,but I can do it if it's normal thickness. Really thick ones,I can't.

Andy didn't let me stay on the floor for long before pulling me up to take my shorts off. He put me on my knees on the bed and shoved into me from behind for a potent five minute quickie. I was already getting sore. I remember asking him after he finished if all of his homies had such big cocks. He said something like,you'll find out soon. I knew I would.

We showered together before he left.

He told me that two guys who worked until eleven were coming to my room around midnight or a little after,as soon as they could get home and clean up after they got off work. They were two more cousins. I had met them and they were at the club when I danced. I thought I knew which guys he meant,but I wasn't sure.

I was happy that all the guys who saw me dance wanted to fuck me. That made me feel like I had done something to deserve their attention and their lust. That's very important to me.

 

[seldomseen]

Andy left and I put on a pair of gym shorts that I wore a lot at home. They went way up on my ass,so the men liked them,and they were silky soft. I wore a skimpy tank top with them. I wanted to look good for those guys when they came,and I was hoping to get a nap before they got there,so I wanted to wear something comfortable to sleep in.

I always liked strutting around almost naked for men. It's in my nature or chemistry to be the way I am,so I always thought of how to take advantage of opportunity on my own,but Curt coached me a lot too. He taught me to always remember that men don't only see the obvious things like the clothes I'm wearing. They also watch every movement I make. Every step I'm taking when I'm walking and the way I stand when I'm still can be important. It's hard to remember everything I should do when I get tired,but I've tried to discipline myself to always do my best anytime men are watching. I practiced when I'm alone too. It's harder for me to remember not to act like that when I'm in inappropriate situations. That can get too much of the wrong kind of attention if it's done at the wrong time and place.

I don't know what time the two guys got there or how long I slept. I heard the knock on the motel door and jumped straight up to let them in. I remembered both of them on sight. Their resemblance to Andy and the rest of his family was visible,though not so distinct as some of the others. They were brothers and close in age. They could have easily passed for twins,but not identical.

I don't know what I expected to happen when they got there. I knew we would fuck. That was the whole point. I think if I would have guessed,it would have been that we would fuck for a couple of hours,then go to sleep.

They were very close to mine and Andy's age,medium tall and bulked up,much like some of the Army guys. They might not have resembled the rest of Andy's family as much as some of the others,but they were super good-looking guys,the kind that cause me to swoon.

Being with two men at a time is something I've always liked and that I've done a lot. It's rarely,if ever my choice to make. I don't try to tell men what to do. If I've put myself in a situation where I'm offering myself to them,it's up to them. I haven't been gangbanged many times,but it hasn't been because I'm apposed to it. It hasn't happened more because men don't suggest doing it often.

I don't think I ever know what to expect with two men. Sometimes it's a tag team situation,and sometimes they like literally doubling up on me and giving me cock at both ends. I follow their lead and do my best to please them,which ever way they want to fuck me.

Those guys fucked me every which way,one at a time and both at once. They were both noticeably bigger hung than Andy,mostly in their thickness,but not quite as big as the two at that apartment were. We were still fucking after it was daylight outside. Their cocks were never soft at the same time and neither of them stayed soft for long before being rock hard again. I don't know how long they could have kept fucking me like that. We finally stopped when we were all tired and hungry. It wasn't because their cocks were limp. I always wonder if there's something I could be doing better when that kind of thing happens. They both came multiple times and were obviously enjoying our sex,but they never got to the point where they stayed limp,like usually happens.

Being up fucking all night that night was when my sleeping got upside down,and it was erratic for the rest of our time there.

 

[seldomseen]

I suppose I'm probably not unusual in the way that my mind goes like crazy during sex. Sometimes my thoughts are concentrated on what's happening at the moment,but sometimes I'm thinking about other sexy things that aren't directly related to the moment. Maybe it was partly because I had been asleep when those guys came to my room. Maybe I had been dreaming about dancing on stage in that club,because I was still excited about that and I had been thinking about it a lot. I was remembering seeing those same two guys who were fucking me the way they looked from my view over the crowd when I was dancing. The looks on their faces and their applause had boosted my ego beyond my ability to describe it. Now they were fucking me. Some of them had already fucked me and I knew that the rest of them would be fucking me soon. I was cumming like crazy when I was thinking about that,and I'm almost certain that I was squirting. I've never squirted often,but I do sometimes,and I think I did that night. I could feel myself gushing and I could feel the wetness. I knew they were cumming inside me a lot,but the bed got too wet for it to have been just them. I stripped the bed before we left the room,hoping that the housekeepers would just pick up the sheets and throw them in the hamper without noticing what a mess was made. I kept doing that for the rest of our time there.

 

[seldomseen]

The three of us went to meet Andy and another guy for breakfast. I'm sure I was tired,but I was OK. I had my momentum. I was functioning mostly on my sexual energy. There's that thing again that I've had such a hard time explaining. It's like a different level of awareness,almost a different level of being,consciousness,existence. It's a different state of mind at minimum. When I'm like that,it's all about sex. I really don't want to do much except to eat and fuck. Sleeping's good sometimes,but mostly I just want to eat and fuck.

Andy was talking about plans to go to a popular tourist attraction in the afternoon. I was OK with going,but more interested in the new guy who was there. He was from Andy's senior class and I hadn't seen him before. He was kinda heavy,but not fat,really dark-skinned and nerdy. He was handsome,super-intelligent,and he looked it. It wasn't surprising to learn that he was the one who helped the others with their hardest classes. He was unusual,a novelty for me,and I really liked him. It was already planned for him to take me back to the motel,but I didn't know that until after breakfast was over. I was openly flirting with him during breakfast,leaning on him,putting my hand on his thigh,and rubbing my leg on his. He was almost shy,but not. He was interested,and I was glad.

Back at the motel,we were talking and warming up a little. He was a thinker,and wasn't going to skip over the taboo factor that was in play on the way to the bed. When he brought the subject up,I thought that he was going to tell me that he had never had sex with a white woman before. Andy had told me before we got there that only a few of those guys had ever been with white girls. He surprised me when he told me about a two year sexual relationship with a white woman who was in her forties while he was still in high school.

I had a standard line I used to tell a little of my background,which was really a way to tell nobody much at all. I've never been willing to tell most people much about myself. What he said about himself and his experience was interesting,but I didn't want to linger on the subject. I was ready to get his coal-black body on mine and feel his cock inside me.

That white woman had good taste! His cock was almost as long as Andy's,much thicker,and like him of course,it was the blackest black. We both watched it going into me,and we agreed that it was totally erotic. We had an unusual experience. We were relaxed and talkative as we fucked,changing positions several times and observing the coupling of our bodies. It might not sound as if it was all that hot,but it was,and in a very unusual way. We had a slow-motion mutual orgasm at the end,then I was out cold.

The next thing I remember happening was sometime that afternoon when Andy was shaking the bed,trying to get me to wake up.

 

[seldomseen]

We spent several hours at a well known tourist attraction that afternoon. Two of Andy's cousins were with us,so I was accompanied by three very handsome young black men. I was asked by a friend recently about my experiences being seen with black guys as much as I have been. It probably hasn't been what some people might think most of the time. I've never been trying to make a statement by anything I do,and I certainly don't look for trouble. I've gotten my share of dirty looks,but I've never had any real trouble. I do my best to ignore hateful people and avoid trouble.

Since around the time I turned twelve years old and started feeling the sensations in my groin and began growing these on my chest,I've probably concentrated more of my attention and energy on sex than the average woman. I was well aware that I was a slut by my mid-teens,and began having sex. It could've happened sooner if the right guy had tried.

It was almost accidentally that I got involved with black men,but I'm glad everything happened as it did. At the risk of sounding like I'm older than I am,I'll use a word and term that became popular a decade before I came of age. I found my groove with black men.

I don't share in some of the attitudes and opinions that I see expressed in regard to black/white sex. If I did,I'm sure it would degrade and pollute my experience. I don't experience any negative feelings. It's a unique and beautiful experience of sharing for me each time.

I don't know if I mentioned that he was away,but my hubby got home yesterday. We'll be leaving in a couple of days to go spend Christmas with the family and we'll return here before the new year. I think I'm on the cusp of figuring out how to express some of my feelings in words better than I've been able to do so far. Talking with my hubby about what I'm thinking might help,as it has to recall some details of the past that were a little too fuzzy to write about. I'll get it on here at the earliest opportunity,whenever that is.

 

[seldomseen]

There's something I want to get on here while I'm thinking about it. In remembering the day where I left off in the last post,I was conscious of how sore I was as we were walking all day. Trying to describe how I feel when I'm that sore can be complicated because it evokes several thoughts and emotions. One of the main things it is for me is a marker or reminder that things are going my way. I guess you could say it's like a measure of success. I know when I'm sore like that that I'm at a high point. Everything I've been writing on here has been about my best times,high points in my sex life. It would be unrealistic to expect that times like that could stay that good forever,or that I could hold up to it physically,even though I sometimes feel like I could,and I would certainly love to try.

I think my hubby plans to get on here sometime today. He doesn't want to interrupt anything,and he won't. I don't know how much more I'll get time to write before we leave,but I think I can pick up where I left off without a problem.

 

[seldomseen]

Hi Folks,the hubby's here again. I've been busy with things that aren't anywhere near as much fun as Lisa,but I've been peeking in here to see what she's been writing. I originally started this thread to share some of the exciting experiences that I've shared with Lisa. There have been many! I haven't been present to see as much as I would like to have seen,but Lisa tells me everything. That is,everything that she can think to tell me in whatever amount of time we have to spend talking about her adventures.

When she got interested in this thread and started trying to recall every detail she could to contribute to her effort here,I learned new details that were skipped over for years. It's been great for me! I knew when and where she was when she went home with Andy. I had a general idea about what it was like for her while she she was there,and she told me everything she could have been expected to recall after the fact. I've learned more lately and it's hot. She's hot!

I think Lisa is finally realizing how everything looks from my point of view. She's always done everything she could do to make everything the best she can make it for me based on what I tell her I like. She's done a terrific job of it,and I'm grateful to her for it. Still,she has never fully understood how she excites me. She's said many times that she's the one who's usually getting all of the action,and that I'm just along for the ride,sometimes adding that she feels lucky that I'm happy with that. Believe me when I say that I'm very happy with that!

I'm a detail oriented person and very keen on visuals. I'm a patient observer and naturally voyeuristic. Plus,I have extensive training and experience in addition to what comes natural for me. Lisa is my hands down favorite subject to observe. She has been for a long time,and I'm sure she will be for many more years.

She told me yesterday that someone recently asked her if she's a blonde and she asked if I hadn't described her when I started this thread. I thought I had,but it's become a long thread. I'm not going to take time to go back to see.

She's helping now,and she has to approve this description before I can post it. hey,hey. lol! Lisa's a dark-haired brunette. She's unusually light or pale-skinned for a woman whose hair is so dark,and her eyes are deep blue,another rarity. She's very pretty. She says not perfect,but nothing scary. She's a Babe! She's five feet,six,seven? Alright,she's five-six-seven. She didn't realize that her height and her age had merged,and she's not sure how she feels about that. lol! I usually say that she's on the small side of medium height and weight,and I think that's accurate. She wants me to describe her weight like I do it. She's slightly above a hundred and a quarter. OK,she's just north of a hundred and a quarter,and approximately ten percent of that is tits. She doesn't like the word pounds. She likes inches and feet,but not pounds. She's in her mid fifties,and she could easily pass for early to mid forties. I wrote that last sentence on my own,and I'm serious. She knows she's got it together. She'll never be completely happy with her muscle tone,even though it's all but perfect. All butt,she says? Yes,it's more prominent than ever before,but I haven't heard anybody saying that's a bad thing. On the contrary. Men half her age are paying close attention to her. I think that will be happening for many more years. She hopes I'm right. I know I'm right.

 

[seldomseen]

If I would've known that I would be asked all these years later to remember how other people were looking at me when they saw me with those black guys,I might have paid more attention. But maybe not. The guys who were with me were the people who mattered to me. They had my attention,and for good reasons!

I'll guess that some people were giving me critical stares,because I think that was almost always true. I wasn't the only one who was doing it back then,but I'm sure many people considered the way I dressed to be too risque. My shorts and skirts were way short,and the tops I wore didn't conceal anything. Every article of clothing I owned was chosen for men to like. I probably should have had more modest clothes that would've given me more options when I needed them. I simply didn't think about it. I was always focused on men.

I remember playing like a kid that afternoon. It was an appropriate place for it,and I was really happy.

I also remember being eager to get back to the motel. There was enough touching during the afternoon to make it difficult for me to maintain my self control well enough to make it back to the motel without embarrassing somebody. Being fucked like that makes me want more and more. When I'm getting it like that and I know there are plenty of men to give me all I want,I really want it! When I know I need to be happy with a normal amount of sex,I can be. I know it's purely psychological,but it's very real. Knowing that all those guys wanted sex with me was mind blowing! They were there for me too. I mean they were really there! The days and nights kinda flowed together. It's hard to remember the sequence of the events,but it kept up like it started. I certainly didn't have to worry that I would be alone for more than a few minutes at any time.

 

[seldomseen]

Being with family reminds me how compartmentalized my life is. That's not a bad thing. IR sex is an important part of something bigger for me,my marriage and my life.

There's much to say about it. Those who've read what we've written on here know that I can write almost endlessly about my own experience and opinions for a time,then get to a place where I freeze up and can't find a way to say what I want say.

Your interest in me has given me an ego boost that's kept me trying.

Thank you and Merry Christmas!

Sincerely,Lisa

 

[seldomseen]

Hi Everybody! Lisa here. We had a great time during Christmas,but it's good to be back home to our little hide-a-way. One of the things that was most enjoyable was traveling in the same car with my hubby. We've traveled a lot this year and most of the time we've had to be in separate vehicles. It's much better when we can use our road time for talking to each other without having to use the phones.

I've been reminded again that I should be prepared for some very straight answers when I ask him questions. He's not shy about expressing his opinion or proposing a theory when he doesn't have a firm opinion. Sometimes what he says makes me speechless and I have to digest what he said before I can go any farther. He always makes me think from a different perspective and I think that's good for me,good for anybody.

I'll continue writing on here as soon as I get a few things done and get settled in.

 

[seldomseen]

Questions and answers. Sometimes questions and more questions. We humans sometimes behave in ways that can be complicated to explain. I might have been trying too hard to explain myself down to the finest detail before and caused myself brain freeze. I'll try to do better. Why I behave as I do or I've done is probably not as important to anyone as it is to me,and might not be worthy of spending much time explaining. I'll try to describe more of my hottest escapades and I'll inevitably include reasoning and explanations that are based on my thoughts at the moment as I'm writing. I'll try to keep moving and not over-think it. I'm always open to questions,and I'll do my best to answer honestly and hopefully sensibly when I'm asked about something.

Just some things that were part of our discussions during our holiday travels. Ok,I'm very territorial. I've been told that many times over a long period of time. In the past,I always denied that it was true and became defensive because I assumed that it was meant derogatory. Whether that's true or not doesn't matter much to me anymore. I don't dislike other women. I can get along with almost anybody,but I love being the only woman in a group of men. I've never been intentionally or aggressively territorial,but if I have a good situation with men,I'm not eager to share. I've shared,but grudgingly. At this point in my life,I don't see it as being either negative or positive. It is what it is.

Everybody wants to be liked,whether they'll say it straight out or not. Everybody has things they're proud of and want to be noticed and appreciated for. For some,it's their beauty,musical talent,or other notable skills or abilities.

I'm not much different from most other people. I want to be liked,the same as everybody. I have skills and abilities that I've used to earn money and recognition. I won't attempt to explain what I know about why I am the way I am,which isn't a complete understanding anyway. I'll just say that a disproportionate part of my psyche is sexual if compared to most other people. Aside from my love for my family,nothing is as important for me as being able to please men and getting my own satisfaction while doing it. That's mostly how I want to be noticed and appreciated.

 

[seldomseen]

When we got back to the motel that day,Andy and one of the guys went to the pool and the other guy went into the shower with me. We had been playing around in the back seat on the way back. His cock had gotten hard enough that I knew I had another really huge cock. I think that by then I had started to expect that with those guys. I had already learned that hanging out with black men increased the average sizes of cocks that I could expect,but those guys were exceptional,even for black men.

 

[seldomseen]

That was an extremely hot shower! The water was actually cool,but there was a lot of anticipation between us. We barely brushed ourselves with a towel on our way to the bed. I was on my back and he was all the way inside me in seconds. If I didn't pass out from the pain and the pleasure of it,I came close. I remember it being very hot and hard,but I don't think it lasted for more than a few minutes. I remember feeling the heat and extra wetness that goes with a heavy cummer. I know I intended to get out of bed and clean up,because I knew the other guy was going to come into the room to fuck me. I think I was ******* for a few minutes and when I woke up,the other guy was already in bed with me. My hubby always enjoys when I tell him about times when I'm drenched in cum. I love cum,especially the way it feels inside me,but I like being clean for men. When they're coming at me so often,like it was then,I'm always wet with cum. I have mixed feelings about it. There's a multiplier effect that I feel knowing that I have multiple men's cum mixed together inside me. I know it's purely psychological,but it feels absolutely delightful! I'm always wet when I'm horny anyway. Vaginal dryness is something I've never experienced. Maybe there's enough of my juices flowing that men don't think too much about me being drenched in cum,although they have to know it. I don't remember anyone ever mentioning it,except for my hubby,and that's different. I know he likes it.

 

[EDcrheatme]

Are you comfortable talking about condom use on this thread?

 

[brudan]

That was an extremely hot shower! The water was actually cool,but there was a lot of anticipation between us. We barely brushed ourselves with a towel on our way to the bed. I was on my back and he was all the way inside me in seconds. If I didn't pass out from the pain and the pleasure of it,I came close. I remember it being very hot and hard,but I don't think it lasted for more than a few minutes. I remember feeling the heat and extra wetness that goes with a heavy cummer. I know I intended to get out of bed and clean up,because I knew the other guy was going to come into the room to fuck me. I think I was ******* for a few minutes and when I woke up,the other guy was already in bed with me. My hubby always enjoys when I tell him about times when I'm drenched in cum. I love cum,especially the way it feels inside me,but I like being clean for men. When they're coming at me so often,like it was then,I'm always wet with cum. I have mixed feelings about it. There's a multiplier effect that I feel knowing that I have multiple men's cum mixed together inside me. I know it's purely psychological,but it feels absolutely delightful! I'm always wet when I'm horny anyway. Vaginal dryness is something I've never experienced. Maybe there's enough of my juices flowing that men don't think too much about me being drenched in cum,although they have to know it. I don't remember anyone ever mentioning it,except for my hubby,and that's different. I know he likes it.

I always prefered having my wife after she had been freshly filled, so silky, so smooth, so wet.

 

[seldomseen]

Are you comfortable talking about condom use on this thread?

Yes. I've gotten more cautious in recent years than I was when I was younger. I was confident back then because virtually all of the men I was with were in the military and had frequent ******* tests. Maybe I was over-confident. I left it up to the men to decide,and it was seldom that one of them chose to use a condom.

I'm not nearly as active now as I was then,nor am I as confident. I still take risks that I probably shouldn't take. I travel on the freeways and occasionally fly too. There are risks everywhere. How much and what kind of risks we're willing to take is something that each of us has to decide for ourselves.

 

[seldomseen]

I always prefered having my wife after she had been freshly filled, so silky, so smooth, so wet.

My hubby feels the same way about that. I got used to letting go and being very messy in that way when he's around. It required effort for me to get used to it. I have the built-in instincts to always be a clean freak,and I had to over-ride that to accommodate my hubby. I don't mind doing that and other things for him,and I never did. It just took some adjustments to my thinking.

I'm sitting here smiling as I thought of something that I haven't thought about in years. I did something without discussing it with my hubby in the early years of our marriage. I bought regular bikini panties to wear after sex to prevent getting cum on everything as I moved around. I've always worn sexy thongs and crotchless panties,and I've gone pantie-less often too. It didn't take long for my hubby to pick up on what I was doing. He always knew that if I was wearing plain bikini panties that I was freshly fucked,but he didn't say anything to me about knowing what I was doing for several years. Who's the sneaky one?

 

[seldomseen]

My memory of the order in which the events of that vacation happened is very fuzzy from that day forward. My hubby described that vacation as a sex binge for me that happened within a period of time when I already had an outrageously good sex life. There were several times while I was with Curt that would probably fit that description too,as well as many of the weekends during our last year in Germany.

 

[seldomseen]

Happy New Year!

The pace of things picked up quickly in the days following our first weekend there and the time of day or night quickly became irrelevant. I wasn't alone for more than minutes as I was passed from man to man,one by one and two by two.

I've heard many opinions about the physical verses psychological aspects of sex,and I think it's safe to assume that it varies significantly from one person to the next. Some specific things affect me more and have a greater impact on me psychologically than examples I've heard from others.

One such thing is commitment. I talked to my hubby about it,and he doesn't think it's strange or anything. Sometimes I look at my agreements and understandings with men as commitments. It's not exactly like my commitment to my hubby,but it's not totally different either. I'm not talking about every casual relationship or situation,but with men like Curt,Andy,and a few others. Sometimes it's with a group,like my crew at Curt's or the guys in Germany. With them it was like an ongoing commitment for as long as it lasted. I was committed to Andy's homies too,because of who they were. I'm sure it was already in my mind like that before we got there,and after I met them and they supported me like they did when I was dancing,I was all in with them. The physical attraction was a big factor too,because I was hot for every one of them,but there was a lot going on in my head that made me dizzy with lust. Something about knowing I'm committed really flips my switches,and knowing I'm committed to a situation that's physically challenging kicks me wide open!

 

[seldomseen]

I got knocked off balance when everything started moving so fast. I was still doing my best to keep showboating for them,but the irregular schedule caused me to lose some of my composure. I didn't know from one minute to he next who would be fucking me next,and it didn't matter. I was ecstatic that they all wanted me and more than happy to take them as they came. It was really crazy,but fantastic!

There was a 24 hour restaurant near the motel that was kind of a greasy spoon place,but the food wasn't bad. I was glad it was there,because I was eating in the middle of the night a lot. I think my appetite is about average most of the time. I'm not a big woman and I've never been badly overweight,but if I always ate like I do when I'm burning so much energy fucking,I would be as big as a house. I can eat more than some big men when I'm fucking like that.

My sleep was in cat naps,an hour or two now and then. I was trying to stay as clean as I could,which resulted in me taking a lot of showers,many of them with men. I love doing that anyway,so I wasn't complaining.

Both beds were getting used and soaked with cum. I was stripping the beds and leaving the sheets in piles for the housekeepers every day. I was trying to be as discreet as possible,but in hindsight,I'm sure there were people close by who were guessing about what we were doing. At some point I thought about that possibility and reckoned that the reality of the situation was wilder than most people's imagination. I had similar thoughts during our last year in Germany. It was different there,because there had been so many rumors and lies about what I was doing. When I finally started getting sex that was on par with the rumors,my goal was to exceed everything that had been told about me.