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

[seldomseen]

That vacation was a sex binge for me that happened during a time when I already had a fantastic sex life. It was pure indulgence. I only have two more times to compare to it. One time before that vacation was during the weeks after the first balcony party at the apartments. I was excited by the situation and the opportunity to show off in front of my hubby. I was still new to most of those guys and the situation,and I was also naive and awkward. They showed me what it could be like to have hard black cocks coming at me at a frequency that I couldn't have imagined until it happened. I know some of those guys expected me to give up and admit that I couldn't take it,because they told me that later. I didn't give up. I took everything they had to give me. It hurt sometimes,almost more than I could stand,but it felt so good that the pleasure was more than the pain. It felt good to know that I could take it too. I was really proud of myself. I knew that I gained a lot of respect from those guys by taking what I had asked for. I proved to everybody that I could finish what I started.

Andy hadn't been there when I got started at Curt's. I had already been there for about a year when he got there,but he knew I could hang in there with the guys really good because he had been there when I had some very hot weekends. I doubt that Andy was surprised by my behavior. He and a few of the guys insisted on doing the tourist thing. I wasn't really into it,but I went along not to disappoint them as they were doing it all to entertain me. Once I felt my momentum kick in,I was wanting more and more sex. The real entertainment for me was what they all had in their pants! I guess the hours spent playing tourist gave me physical breaks that I needed,but I really wasn't into that part of it.

Another time that I reached a similar level of intensity was during our last year in Germany,especially on weekends when my hubby was there. I was old enough and experienced enough by then to know how to make the most of it,and I did! I had plenty of fun when he wasn't there too,but when he was there to take care of the baby,I could really let go. That was my hubby's favorite time of our Army years because he was there to share more of it with me than at any other time. I'll agree for that one reason,but my vacation with Andy and his homies was unique and special too.

I don't know exactly when I became fascinated with the groupie idea. I guess it was in my mid-teens,because in my late teens it was a full-blown fantasy for me. I think I expected that it would always be a fantasy. I read about groupies in the rock magazines. They implied a lot of things by describing how groupies followed their favorite rock bands around when they were on tour,but left it to my imagination as to what groupies did and how they lived. I imagined that the groupies were there for sex with the musicians and their entourage. I didn't think a lot about who the men might be. I was just turned on by the idea of being there for sex and committed to a group of men. As I look back,I realize that the rock band groupies were almost certainly plentiful and competitive. When I got my chance,the numbers were stacked disproportionately in my favor.

I realized soon after meeting Curt that I might have an opportunity to be a groupie. There's no way that I would have imagined the full scope of it. I didn't even realize in the beginning that I would be going all black,although maybe I should have known. I'm happy that it happened the way it happened. When I figured out that I had gone black,it was another boost to my spirits and to my libido. Those guys needed a little whore like me as much as I needed them. We appreciated each other,and it made what would have otherwise been dull times into some of the best memories I have.

 

[seldomseen]

This is crude. My hubby always makes a big deal of it. He's wanted to know about every time it has happened,and when he's been with me when it happened,he's mesmerized.

Andy's homies opened me up,wide open. Each guy followed so soon after the last that my vaginal muscles didn't have time to fully contract,leaving me gaped. I don't have the same passion for visuals that my hubby has or the same points of view,but every time I've been in that condition I've felt wonderfully whorish. I can feel the residual cum inside me,even after washing.

I loved the way I felt at the breakfasts on the weekends. I was freshly showered and freshly fucked each time. I loved sitting at the table with all of those gorgeous black guys,my panties wet from the last guy and thinking about all of them knowing me intimately. I got extremely hot thinking about that,thinking that they all knew how I feel and my scent,and that they liked it. I got so turned on that I squirted like a wild woman once,sitting with them and looking around the table without anybody even touching me.

 

[seldomseen]

Lisa hasn't been in a writing mood lately,so I figured I might as well tattle on her about her recent naughtiness. Things have broke Lisa's way quite significantly in the past several weeks. She's always proud to point out that she earns the attention she gets. She's been persistent in her efforts at the park since she started riding her bike there. She knows from her past experience that it can take some time for her efforts to pay off for her,but she's comfortably confident now that she can make things go her way if she persistent and patient enough.

Since the days have gotten cooler,Lisa has often worn a jacket when she rides her bike,but she's kept wearing her skimpy tops without a bra,and tights that show her pussy as clear as day. Her manner of dressing and her friendliness hasn't gone unnoticed by the guys at the basketball court,but it has taken some time for things to progress to the point of getting some real action going. Lisa has been content to show up regularly and enjoy the guys checking her out. All the time,she was assessing them too,getting a feel for which of them might be her best prospects. She's had her eye on three of the guys in particular for a while now,the three she mentioned in one of her posts on this thread. One is the guy who drives a black suv. He's one of the older guys in the group,mid-thirties. The other two are related,in their mid-twenties,and are always together in an old sedan that's fancied up with huge rims.

Lisa has learned their time patterns and made a point of being at the basketball court often when it's time for them to leave.That way she's had opportunity to walk with them as they leave the basketball court and go to their cars.

It was on one such walk with the guy in the black suv that the first real move happened. Lisa had walked beside him pushing her bike along from the basketball court to the parking area. He had opened the driver's side door as they continued talking. Lisa was leaning back on her bike,facing him when he slowly and confidently reached out and put his hand directly onto her pussy and began kneading the flesh of her pussy lips through her turquoise tights. Lisa told me that she instantly forgot what they had been talking about,her concentration going totally to his pleasuring of her pussy. He kept it up for several minutes before asking her to confirm the obvious,that she liked him doing that. Then he teasingly announced that he had to go,but told her that he would be looking forward to seeing her again. She reciprocated in similar manner,knowing that everything was in motion. It was all but a done deal. They were going to fuck.

 

[seldomseen]

Hi Everybody! Lisa here again. I was straining my brain a few weeks ago,trying very hard to remember as much as I could about the details and sequence of the events that happened on my vacation with Andy. There are several things that make it difficult for me to recall in detail and with clarity. It was a long time ago and I got very little sleep during much of the time we were there. I certainly wasn't complaining about not getting enough sleep then,nor am I whining about it now. I'm just saying that it's one reason why much of that time is a blur in my memory,a very hot blur that I wish I could remember and describe better than I can.

One thing that comes up often in conversations between my hubby and me is how I enjoy role playing and acting to please him and other men in situations where I can. He says it comes natural to me. I like to think that's at least partly true,because it's undeniably an ego thing for me. The first time I remember getting the nerve to do it was in the early days at Curt's. Dancing has always been part of it,and before then I had only danced in front of mirrors. Once I got up the nerve to dance in front of the guys,and got good reactions from them,I started acting super slutty most of the time. In a sense it's not really acting. It's really how I feel and who I am,but I put as much showmanship into it as I can sometimes. When I look back on when I started and realize how clumsy I was at first,it's embarrassing to think about. Curt was a huge help to me. He was such a pervert and total voyeur. That made him a perfect coach for me. He watched me closely all the time. He saw how I moved and what I did,and knew better than I did how I wanted to be perceived. He saw everything I did right and the mistakes I made,and was always telling me ways that I could do better.

I've never put much,if any effort into concealing the fact that I'm acting. Curt told me that it's perfectly fine for men to know that I'm putting on a show. I do it for their enjoyment as well as my own,and most of them appreciate it.

I should have some time to write more later today. I don't know what I'll write about. It depends on my mood and whatever I think I can best describe,or what seems easy. It's more fun when it's easy.

 

[seldomseen]

Andy's homies were really smooth operators. A thing that happened repeatedly while we were there is that I would be somewhere with a few of them,then suddenly there would only be one or two guys with me. It sometimes happened so quickly that I didn't see it coming,even after I caught on and knew to expect it. I knew each time it happened that it was fun time again for me and whoever stayed with me. There were some humorous moments when I called them on it. They were running a game on me,but it was one that I liked. I started making moves on them when I was suddenly alone with them. One good surprise deserves another. I don't know how many of them expected me to do that,but I think they liked it.

I don't know exactly when this happened,except that it was on a weekday during the second week we were there. Early in the week I think,maybe Monday or Tuesday. It was before everything started moving lightning fast.

At the point when this happened,they all had intimate knowledge of me. Before the second weekend was over,guys were getting me for the second time,some more. I think I've tried to explain how being with a group of men and having them all be intimately familiar with me makes me feel. It takes me to a different level,a wonderful state of mind that's hard to describe. It's a naughty,whorish feeling that I love and I miss when I don't feel it for a long time.

We were sitting around a patio table in the back yard of a house where one of Andy's cousins lived. There were five or six guys there,and Andy was there. We had smoked some weed and I had some wine too. I don't have much tolerance for alcohol,and even less if it's combined with smoking weed. I wasn't completely wasted,but I had a good buzz going. I could feel the wine when I got out of the chair and went to the bathroom. When I went back to the patio a few minutes later,there was nobody there. Just as I was going back into the living room,two guys were coming in the front door. I heard cars starting up outside,and I knew it was time. I was a little wobbly from the wine and smoke,but I managed to do an impromptu strip show for them right there in the living room.

My hubby's always asking me to make comparisons between things that happen and porn scenes. I'm not always confident of my ability to judge things according to what he would think about what he would see if he was there to watch,but I think that situation was probably better than most. I'm not usually shy anyway and I was very comfortable with those guys. I was perpetually horny during the entire time I was there,and I might have been even bolder than usual because of the wine. Both those guys were hunks and verrry well-hung! The visual would've probably been really good if anybody had been watching. It felt like we were in perfect harmony. They took me every which way,starting in the living room with me bent over between them,then moving to the bedroom. I won't say that I was in control of my body or my actions because I don't think I was for most of that time. It seemed that my actions and timing matched theirs really well. That's what mattered most,and it felt perfect.

My hubby thinks I was establishing my territory while we were there,and that it would've been similar to the situation I had at Curt's if I could have stayed there for a long time. I don't want to get into the reasons why I disagree,but I don't think that would have happened. What would have been fantastic would have been to go back for a second vacation. Andy and I talked about doing that,but it never happened.

 

[seldomseen]

I was just told that I might come across as being timid sometimes,and that it's probably because I'm reluctant to use language that I consider to be crude. He knows I'm not timid. That's why he was ducking behind the fridge when he said that. Just kidding.(sort of) I can't remember him or anyone ever saying that I'm timid or anything like that. I've had my moments of self-doubt. I think almost everybody has experienced that at some time,but I'm not timid and I've never been timid. I'm closer to being outright audacious than timid. I can take criticism,especially if it's well-intended as I know it is. I wasn't expecting that. I'll think about it and decide if I need to make some changes in how I express myself. Maybe I'm old school in that I don't think it's attractive for a woman to use crude language,but I can assure everybody that I'm not timid or anything like that.

 

[seldomseen]

P.S. I'm sure I've never tried to look at myself with such objectivity as I have since I got involved with this thread. I guess that's a good thing. It can certainly cause some surprise.

 

[seldomseen]

OK. He never said that I'm timid,but that I might come across as being timid sometimes. After I came down off the ceiling,he explained what he meant. Now I understand,but he's still wrong.

As should be expected,I'm virtually always a real mess after sex,totally wrecked. My pussy's gaped and dripping. I'm sweaty head to toe. I get red blotches on my pale skin easily from the friction between men's bodies and mine. The longer the sex lasts,which is sometimes determined by how many men are fucking me,the more visible the redness is. It's visible evidence of what I've been doing and having done to me.

My hubby loves seeing me like that. I've known that for a long time. I think I understand as well as another person can how he feels about it,and I feel fortunate that he is the way he is. It's one factor that makes our relationship work for both of us. He's not only supportive,but encouraging. I'm capable of being naughty on my own,but I've ventured out farther on his encouragement than I would have if left completely on my own.

I'm not timid about describing the condition I'm in after sex. I'm not sure how well I've done it,but I know I've made efforts to do it. I'll try harder to write more of that kind of detail when I write my stories. It's much the same result every time,and that's not a bad thing. If I've been reluctant to get into those kinds of details as much as I should,it's probably because I didn't want to seem like I'm writing the same thing over and over.

It's generally true that the better the sex is,the more wrecked I am afterward. Rest assured that I'm always happy when I'm in that kind of a mess. I love to wrap up in a blanket or robe,lay back and enjoy that feeling.

 

[seldomseen]

He had fucked me two days earlier,in mid-morning as was the norm with him. He had asked me as he was getting dressed to leave,when my hubby,Sergeant -----,calling him by his formal military title,would be home. I had told him that I didn't expect him to be home before noon,saying that because I knew what he had in mind,and that I could easily arrange for my hubby to get home a little later than he normally would.

It was in the middle of Winter and I was wearing some of the knee-high socks that my hubby likes to make fun of. I loved them because they kept my feet warm on those icy floors. Besides the socks,I only wore a short bathrobe. It was nice enough. It wasn't a rag,and I knew we would get straight to fucking anyway.

This man was in his forties,a high ranking NCO with a lot of stripes on his uniform. He was nice in his own way,but kinda rough. He was built like a bear,huge body and limbs,and apparently every ounce of it muscle. His arms were as thick as some men's legs,and I say that while remembering how pumped some of the other soldiers I knew were. He was a really big and incredibly strong man. I felt much smaller than I really am when he was there with me. His cock matched his size and build. His was among the biggest I've ever had. Even then,after several years of experience and childbirth,and at a time when I was literally being fucked day and night,sex with him was challenging for me. I never thought that he was intentionally rough with me. He simply didn't realize his strength or consider how hugely hung he was. He wasn't clumsy at all. In fact,he was a very skilled lover 98% of the time. The other 2% was when he occasionally bottomed out so hard that it made me nauseous. When a cock that big bottoms out gently,it's pure delight,knowing I'm completely filled. When one bottoms out hard,it can make me see stars and cause my stomach to churn. It hurts!

All that said,I was always happy to see him.

I was anxiously waiting,because my baby had been asleep for a while,and I hoped we could get it done without interruption. I was watching for his shadow below the window shade,and opened the door before he rang the doorbell. He stepped inside,then smiled slightly when I put my finger to my lips to signal quiet. He wasn't the kissing type. He hugged me briefly and squeezed my ass cheek. Then he caught me in motion as I turned around to walk toward the bedroom. One big arm wrapped around my upper body,stopping me dead still as one big hand went directly to one of my tits and the other went to my pussy,feeling my wet opening for only a second before pushing two fingers to second knuckle depth inside me,then sliding them out and upward,over my clit,then down and in again. So it went with him,varying a little from one of his visits to the next,but always making an early move to confirm that he was there to fuck me how he wanted to fuck me. He never really hurt me,except for the bottoming out sometimes,but he wasn't gentle. He manhandled me like a rag doll. He was rough,but not to the point of being abusive. I like riding on top of big men like him. It feels really good and gives me enough control to use their big cocks without fear. He never let me stay on top for long. More often than not,he would fuck me in missionary position from start to finish,but he put me on my belly to fuck me from behind sometimes and occasionally put me on my knees and pulled me onto his cock while holding me firmly at my hips. No matter what position he chose,he always went to maximum depth. I won't deny that I loved it. My juices would've ran down to my knees,even if his hadn't. His always did. He was one of those men who cum and keep cumming for more than just a few seconds. That's when I was at the most risk of getting it in too hard. Thankfully,it didn't happen really often,because it hurt like hell when it did.

When my hubby got home around noon,I was wearing regular bikini panties and feeding my baby.

 

[seldomseen]

After I wrote that about that particular man not being the kissing type,my hubby pointed out that there were several men there who were. I'm a kisser. Some men don't like to kiss as much as others,and that's OK. I don't try to change men. I try to enjoy men as they are and always hope they will do the same with me. When I connect with men who like kissing me,I tend to go wild with it. Maybe I'm overly indulgent in a lot of ways. When I really enjoy something,I can't get enough. I just want more and more. I'm like that with kissing. Men who enjoy kissing are always good at it. Lip locking and tongue tangling is hot! Men who like kissing me are guaranteed to get my pussy at maximum heat.

 

[seldomseen]

My hubby's very persistent. The last year we spent in Germany is his favorite time of all for reminiscing. It was a fantastic time for me in virtually every way possible. I felt like I had accomplished a lot of things after we got there that I had felt like I was behind on,my college courses,etc. I hadn't planned on becoming a mom until later,but when the impulse hit me,it happened.

It was there that we actually had enough time together to become a real married couple. We had a good sex life between the two of us,and also played around with swinging couples. That was worthwhile,and we've done it on a few occasions since then. I naturally gravitated toward black men,which got me noticed by the gossip crowd and got their tongues wagging about me. That irritated the hell out of me for a long time,but eventually worked in my favor.

Our last year there was very much a time of triumph for me. I knew exactly what I wanted. I felt like I had earned the attention I was getting. I had endured the gossip and ridicule of the wagging tongues while I had only been getting a taste of what I really wanted. Everything finally broke my way,and I was getting what I had coming to me. I still remember that guy telling me that while he was pushing his cock deep into me. I doubt that he knew how right he was or how profound that moment would be for me. I loved getting what I had coming to me,and I felt like I really deserved it.

 

[seldomseen]

I took the list seriously as we were doing it. We both did. I seriously considered every man we talked about and got really excited about the possibility of fucking some of them.

Neither of us mentioned it when we realized that our list was irrelevant. Sometime in the first several days after guys started showing up at my door,I wondered how my hubby had selectively put out the invitation to the guys who were on the list. After thinking it through,going over it in my mind about what he told me that he had told them,I couldn't figure out how he had done it. I pretended that he must have had a way to do it,but I really knew that he didn't. In reality,what he had done by putting the invitation out the way he did was to commit me to fucking any and every black man who came to my door. There really wasn't any other way to interpret it,and nobody knew anything about that list or what we had talked about. I was available to everybody,potentially every black man on that post.

 

[seldomseen]

We had gotten so excited when we were making the list that we simply hadn't considered a way to use it. It wasn't an oversight that could be corrected. My hubby had told several of the guys at the craft shop and the pool room in the rec center to go for it,and had told them to pass the word on to some others. And,it had worked.

I had been trying really hard for months to get the kind of attention from men that I was suddenly getting after the word got around that my hubby had given them a pass to me. I had worked out and walked for days on end through the summer to get rid of the baby fat,and I went skimpy with my clothes as soon as I felt like I was in good enough shape for men's scrutiny. I was as friendly as I dared to be in public and in an Army environment. I knew a lot of men were looking,but that had been as far as it had gone.

Suddenly,everything had changed for the better. It had happened immediately after my hubby left for the first time after putting out his invitations. Some of the men had assured him that they would be taking him up on his offer,and they were following through.

I felt as if I had become popular with the black men on post overnight. Looking back,it's easy to see how a combination of things led to men coming to my door. At the time,I didn't consider for a second that the rumors that had gone around about me could have any positive influence on my life. Some time later,after listening to what men told me,I realized that the rumors had been a determining factor. It was a combination of the rumors,me parading myself around bra-less in short shorts,and my hubby's invitation that got things going right for me. If any one of those things hadn't been in play,the first several of those men who came to my door would have,because they wouldn't have been convinced that I was really ready to put out like hat.

Everything was suddenly near perfect for me. Realizing that our list was irrelevant didn't make me want to change anything. Some of the men were telling me how they hadn't been sure if everything would be exactly like my hubby said,or how they were told what he had said. I remember feeling the need to reiterate what my hubby had said and re-enforce my commitment to some of them,and telling them to pass it on to their friends. I reminded them that I had a baby to care for,and explained that if they were OK with that,I was always there for them. It was a small Army post. It wasn't like the bases in the US. It was more like a small town,in population and in some other ways too. There were still a lot of men there. There were a lot of black men there. Only some fraction of them would want to fuck me. There really wasn't any reason to exclude any of those who were interested. I was comfortable with my commitment to them based on the way everything went from the start,and I never regretted it.

 

[seldomseen]

My hubby still talks about how dramatically everything changed in the two weeks while he was away that time. It was like a completely different life there from that time on.

I had been thinking about some of the times I enjoyed so much at Curt's,and I know I was hoping to repeat some of them,and to experience some of the feelings and thrills that I had there. What happened was something that was very different. It was equally as good. It's tempting to say that it was even better in some ways,but it was very different. The feeling was different for me.

I had learned about the advantages I had with Curt. The numbers of men to available women in the Army during that time made it super easy for an opportunistic slut to get as much attention as she wanted,and some wanted a lot.Having a baby and men having to come to my apartment as their only option changed the equation enough that much of that advantage wasn't the same. It was an odd situation from some people's perspective,and too awkward for some men to accept. I knew that,and I knew that I had to try hard to overcome that disadvantage. I put everything I had into making the men who showed up feel like it was worth their effort to spend time with me. I had bought special naughty dresses to wear for them,in addition to the slutty stuff I already had in my wardrobe. I did everything I could do to be sweet,slutty,and as naughty as they liked. It went really good. After the first few days,I wasn't sleeping alone anymore when my hubby was away. I often had visitors during the day too,and virtually always in the evenings. The only negative aspect of the situation was that I couldn't stay caught up with the laundry and housekeeping. That was manageable. I could count on my hubby to help catch it up for me when he was home. He occasionally pitched in to help before,but he really stepped up when I couldn't get caught up on my own anymore. I had other priorities.

 

[seldomseen]

All,or virtually all of the men who came to my door were on our list. Some of the first to show up were guys who had often looked my way and smiled when I was pushing the stroller all over the place. Their ages were more varied than I had been used to before. Some were in their thirties,and several were over forty. I was especially attracted to older men at that time in my life. I was in my mid-twenties,approaching my late twenties,and the men who were in their thirties and forties seemed particularly potent to me.

Realizing how everything happened when my hubby put out the word to the men,and that it had potentially committed me to fucking every black man on post who wanted to fuck me was a psychological factor for me. It caused me some nervousness,but it made me even hotter than I already was. The randomness of the situation was another thing that excited me. I was always conscious that my doorbell could ring at any second,and that I had a commitment to whoever rang it. I usually didn't know who would show up next,at least not in the beginning. After a while,more dates were being arranged and some patterns were established. Most of the time I still had to be ready for whoever showed up. I was always ready,and I loved that aspect of it.

I knew most of the guys on sight,but I had never really met most of them before they came to fuck me. There were occasions when I opened my door to men I had never seen,because they were new on post. That was an exception,and it only happened a couple of times,but there was always that possibility.

In any other environment that I can think of,my situation there would have been too risky. It wasn't there. It was odd,maybe even bizarre in some people's judgement,but it was a wonderful time for me. I never felt like I was in any danger. I know I wasn't. I didn't have a particular person who was looking out for me,like when I was with Curt. They were all looking out for me,and I knew that if anybody gave me a hard time,the other men wouldn't have tolerated it.

 

[seldomseen]

We can get outright silly here sometimes. Hubby read what I wrote and pretended to be outraged. He says that doesn't jive with what I was telling him back then. He claims I was telling him that everybody on post was fucking his wife! I never told him that everybody was fucking me. I only told him that all the black men on post were fucking his wife! lol! I try to be as factual as I can in what I write on here,but sometimes I might exaggerate a little in what I tell him. He asks for it,asking me a million questions every day! Sometimes I just tell him what I think he wants to hear!

 

[EDcrheatme]

Hubby here. We ask for honesty but don't fully expect it.

 

[seldomseen]

Hubby here. We ask for honesty but don't fully expect it.

I understand. I've never resorted to making up stories out of thin air,but my hubby sometimes gets an exaggerated or enhanced version,at least the first time around. I have to retain some aspect of mystery. Got to keep him on his toes and guessing a little bit.

 

[seldomseen]

There was far more emphasis on the black/white aspect of my sex in Germany than there had been before. It had been an obvious fact that wasn't mentioned often when I was with Curt and the crew. I got more attention from random people than I would've liked when we went out,but I always thought it would've been much the same if I had been the only woman with a group of white men. At the apartments,we were in an almost secluded corner of the apartment complex. It was a much bigger post too. Nobody really knew who I was there,and it was easy to get lost in the crowd. The kaserne in Germany was like a small town. Everybody got noticed when they arrived there. I know that my hanging out all the time with two black guys was what got all the rumors started about me. Yes,they were both fucking me,but nobody really knew that. They just assumed that they were. We never did anything inappropriate in public. The rumors were over the top,and I was livid about the whole thing for a long time. When I learned that some of those rumors actually helped persuade some black guys to come to my door,it was deliciously satisfying for me. In fact,those rumors became the gift that kept on giving. They followed me back to the states to our next post where getting the sex I wanted wasn't so easy. Having a reputation isn't always a bad thing. It helped me at a time when I needed as much help as I could get.

In Germany,after being there for almost two years,and kinda being all over the place with sex,I decided that I wanted to go back to fucking black men full-time and whore out with them to the maximum extent that I could. I'm not sure if I expected my hubby to react the way he did. I knew he would be supportive,but he went farther than just being supportive. From the beginning of our relationship,he always told me that the naughtier I wanted to be,the happier he would be. I knew that my going black at Curt's made me seem naughtier than before. It felt naughtier to me too. That was one more reason for me to enjoy it. In Germany,when I told my hubby that after all that time trying different things,including couples and white men,it excited him more than I expected. It was a big thing for him that I was so sure about it being what I wanted and that I simply said it straight out with no uncertainty. I'm still glad I did,because getting a little help from him made all the difference. I hadn't been able to get anything going. The men were looking,but that was all. After my hubby told a few of them that I was seriously hot for black men,everything changed for the better for me very quickly and in a big way!

I don't think I'm conceited when everything's going good for me. I hope I'm not,because I don't want to be seen as being like that. I play a sexy bitch in some of my dancing and role-playing,but I try to emphasize the sexy part more than the bitch. I do get into another level of consciousness when everything's going my way. I get momentum from the last delightful thing that happened for me,and I fully expect that the next thing that happens will be as good or better. I really enjoy going all out showing my ass when I feel good like that. I got my momentum very quickly when everything turned up for me in Germany. I was dressed for sex and/or almost naked when men came to the door. I was putting on a show for those guys from the minute they got there,even if I had to do mommy duties at the same time. I wanted their attention. I appreciated them showing up and coming through for me,and I was intent on making sure that they knew that. It was easier when my hubby was home,but even when he wasn't,I did everything I could to make it good and comfortable for them. Even in the worst situation,when my mommy duties had to take first priority for a while,I would make sure they got a good look at the parts of my body that they were ultimately the most interested in,and I always managed a good,wet kiss or two in an attempt to communicate what I was hoping for. There were a few awkward moments,but not too many. The longer it went on,the more relaxed everything was.

 

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The situation wasn't ideal,but luckily for me,those guys weren't used to everything being ideal. Their collective attitude was to make the best of any situation. I knew that me being a mom with a small baby was a hurdle for me,but I was determined to make it a small inconvenience. I still carried a few extra pounds from my pregnancy,but only a few,and my muscle tone was good. Of course I was still lactating,but knowing how I could expect most men to react to my tits,any extra would be seen as a positive,regardless of the reason behind it. I felt good about myself. I was capable of pleasing men,and as ready as I could be to give them everything I had. I felt some tension in the first few days,but it was soon gone. I was greeting every one of them like I was their long-lost girlfriend,practically throwing myself at them. The men obviously shared their experiences with their friends immediately. In only a few days I was never alone for more than a couple of hours at a time,and it was clear that I wasn't going to be. I was grateful and ecstatic! I wore super-short dresses and heels at home because I always expected visitors. When I ran out of clean dresses,I went on to some of the shorts,skirts,and tops that I wore at Curt's. My older clothes showed even more than they had originally shown,because there was a little more of me in them. That was OK. I kept the goods right out there for the men to see,because that's what they were there for.

It was about a week into it when one of the hottest looking guys who had been checking me out during my walks showed up. I was loving the fact that I didn't know who would be standing there when I opened my door,and when I saw him,my heart raced. He was a few years older than me,in his early thirties. He was dark skinned,very tall,and at a distance appeared slimmer than he was because of his height. I was caught off guard and almost spellbound by the sight of him standing at my door. I gathered my senses and ushered him inside,locking the door behind him. The baby had been awake for a long time,so the timing was good. I still had to do the breast feeding to get it to sleep. I was wearing a very short red dress that resembled a tennis dress,high heels,and nothing else. The dress was old and faded. It was very revealing,but probably not what I would've wanted to wear if I had known who my next guest would be.

I stepped up to him and pressed my body against his,put my hands on top of his shoulders to pull myself up or him down,knowing that would prompt a kiss from most men. It did,and I was suddenly conscious of my pussy drooling. I kept my voice low as I offered him a ******* and explained that it shouldn't take long to get my baby to sleep. He nodded understanding as he watched me intently. I put a little extra movement into my walk as I turned away to pick my baby up from the playpen in the opposite corner of the room. I stopped in the middle of the room,lifted my dress to expose my bare ass,and looked back at him for a second,then walked on. I smiled silently as I realized a perfect execution of a much practiced move.

I picked my baby up and motioned for him to have a seat on the couch before sitting in an arm chair directly across from him. The TV was on AFN,the only English language channel we had. I handed him the remote before getting positioned for feeding. He looked at the TV for only a second before laying the remote on the end table and giving me a look that I interpreted as "you can't be serious". I wasn't surprised,and I was pleased that he was interested in watching me as I nursed my baby. A couple of other men had also done that. They didn't seem to mind at all that they had to wait. I know I was smiling,because I felt very happy and lucky as I looked at him while I unbuttoned the top buttons of my dress and delivered my tit to a baby that wasn't patient anymore. That quickly brought quiet again. I sat there watching him watching me for a while. After the baby got settled to the point where I knew it wouldn't be awake much longer,I put one foot up on the foot stool in front of the chair. He didn't miss that move,or the glimpse it afforded him. He sat forward and leaned to one side and smiled as he pretended to to peek up my dress. I knew he couldn't see my pussy my thighs were touching together, He frowned at not be able to see. I pretended not to understand what he wanted for a few seconds before slowly parting my legs,but only a little. He nodded approval,then motioned for me to spread my legs wider. I wondered if he could see how wet my pussy was as I spread my legs wide apart for him,leaving one foot on the stool and putting my other on the floor. I could feel my juices flowing as he stared directly at my pussy. When I was sure that the baby was asleep,I took it to the crib. I was tingling from the anticipation of getting another cock I had been wanting for months. There was more kissing,and his hand was on and in my pussy while we were kissing. The foreplay didn't last long. Most of the patience was used up while the baby was nursing. I got my prize delivered deeply within a few minutes after the baby was asleep. That was the first of many times we fucked. He was one of my favorites. He slept with me a lot and was comfortable fucking me from behind while I breast fed my baby. It was only a minor inconvenience.

They were steadily showing up at my door. Some,like him,had been on our list. A few showed up who hadn't been on the list,and eventually there were several who I had never seen before. I realize how odd it sounds to say that I was committed to all of them,but I was. I never had any second thoughts or bad feelings about it for the whole time. I intended to stay there for another year and keep doing exactly as I was doing. I was disappointed when our extension didn't get approved. I still wish I could have stayed another year. Maybe that would've been enough. I don't know if I would've wanted to do it indefinitely,but it was perfect for me for the time.