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

After I told those guys straight out that Lisa was seriously wanting to fuck and that she only wanted black sex,there was no more reluctance to approach her. I was barely out of sight before the doorbell rang. Even though we couldn't talk openly on the phone because there was always the assumption that someone was listening,Lisa said enough in our coded phrases for me to know what was happening. It seemed that she had suddenly become the most popular wife on post with black men,but it was really the culmination of things that had been in motion for some time,her known gravitation toward black men,the rumors,her strutting,and finally my invitation. The waiting was over. It was Lisa's time. She had the attention she wanted,and she wasn't wasting a minute.

Lisa protests when I talk about the numbers of men,and she insists that there's never been any such thing as an average number. I teased her about fucking an entire brigade then,like I tease her about fucking a basketball team now. I'm exaggerating,but she wasn't spending much time alone anymore while I was away on my training cycles. I might catch hell for this,but there was usually more than one man there for her pussy every day,and she wasn't sleeping alone anymore either.

I was gone for two weeks,then at home for two weeks. Guys were coming for Lisa when I was at home too,but not as many or as often as when I was away,not in the beginning. After a few weeks,that changed. Everybody learned that I was relieving Lisa of much of her responsibility with the baby and that left her with more free time for sex. She was super high-energy ,Gung ho! She wasn't like that every single minute,but much of the time she was. She wasn't holding anything back. I was busy with the baby most of the time,but I was still able to watch Lisa and the men. I avoided being noticed as much as possible. Lisa's being such a "live wire" made it fairly easy for me to be almost invisible much of the time. I'm not too hard for most men to ignore when Lisa's in the room.
 
Hi! Lisa again. My hubby's understanding like never before what I've been telling him about the difference between how it was for me with Curt and the crew verses what it was like in Germany. Virtually all of those guys in Georgia were very young,and had left their lives and girlfriends behind when they joined the Army. Of course I was already married and I was a slut,but I was still like a girlfriend to them. Maybe it was a little like that with a few of them in Germany,but not many. Most of those guys were older,from a few years older all the way into their forties. It wasn't like I was their girlfriend. Some became close friends,but it was clear to everybody that I was a whore wife. That made everything very different from how it had been in Georgia and in some ways made the sex much hotter.
 
I knew most of those black men on casual terms from meeting them at the auto craft shop and shooting pool at the rec center. Lisa had only spoken with a few of them briefly at various events on post,and actually knew most of them only from seeing them in passing. If that mattered at all,it might have been a positive. She liked who she liked solely on the basis of their appearance and their smiles when they looked her way. It was as simple as that. They each had something the other wanted,something deeply rooted in the first category of Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs,right there beside food,******* and shelter.

Since we had been in Germany,Lisa had gotten along alright with several couples in swinging situations,all but one of whom were white,and she had been with at least one single guy who was white. There might have been another that I can't recall now,but it doesn't matter. Lisa had decided that she was really only interested in black men. She had told me what she wanted,and she was emphatic about it. She was ready for a lot more sex and she wanted it black. I was thrilled by her attitude,but I wasn't surprised. I could already see signs of how she was thinking.
 
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It would be good if there was a way for us to share more of the conversations we're having lately. It's gotten hilarious! I'm not sure who's memory is the best or worst,but we remember some of the same things differently. Lisa was far from being a lonely.sex-deprived housewife before I put half the black men on post onto her. One of the guys she knew in Georgia had shown up there and was hanging out at our place a lot,and she already had a sergeant who looked like the Incredible Hulk,only slightly smaller and black instead of green. He got as much of her breast milk as the baby got and tore her pussy up to boot.

When I pointed that out,she said everything's relative. It depends on what anybody's used to. Where have I heard that before?

It had been two years since we left Georgia. Lisa says that it seemed longer. A lot had changed in that time. She had gotten some important things checked off her list of things she needed to do,and she'd had time to decide what was most important to her. She longed for another chance to totally whore out like she had done in Georgia,and she knew that family life was going to make it more difficult for her to do as time went on. On top of all that,she felt like she deserved it. I agree. Just what she'd accomplished in getting the baby fat off and getting back into shape as quickly as she did was enough to say she deserved it if you asked me. She'd been trying really hard to get some attention while she was wearing the baby stroller out in the process of getting back into shape too. She hadn't thought that she was successful in doing that and she had become frustrated because of it. She found out later on that she's been getting far more attention than she'd known.

The attention was key. Lisa agrees that she enjoyed being the center of attention for a group of men as much as the sex she had while being there. She thinks of herself as being a traditional wife in the way she gets satisfaction from pleasing men. She often refers to fucking as doing her wife duties,and she's serious. She explains that all wife duties aren't dreaded chores. Bedroom duties are one of the most important things a wife does that makes it worthwhile and fulfilling to be a wife. Doing wife duties for multiple men isn't exactly traditional,or is it? I guess it depends on what anybody's used to.
 
Besides some additional sultriness in Lisa's voice and expressions,another thing I noticed as soon as I got home after the first group of black men became acquainted with Lisa and her friendly pussy was how behind she was on the laundry and housekeeping. A baby takes a lot of time and attention,and most of what she had left was committed to the men. Under most conditions Lisa keeps everything so tidy that I hardly have a chance to offer to help her. It was obvious that she needed all the help she could get,and the satisfaction I felt in having the opportunity to help her in that was was more gratifying than I can describe.
 
I convinced Lisa that I could manage almost everything that needed to be done,except for emergency situations that happened with the baby. Situations were beyond my ability to manage if it required tits. Other than that,I learned to do almost everything else that needed to be done. That kept Lisa free to concentrate on keeping herself dressed and prepared to enjoy her time with her visitors and minimized distractions while they were with her.

Some days were more challenging for me than others,but I was always happy with everything about that situation. I would always have everything caught up when I left,and Lisa was always behind again when I got home. It's counter-intuitive to be happy about such an efficient and conscientious wife suddenly not getting it done anymore,but knowing that the reason was because she had become so popular with black men on post that she didn't have time to do housework made all the difference. I loved it!
 
I've always known that what happened during the last year we spent in Germany had the most dramatic impact on me of anything that happened in our early years,but I've been mistaken about what the most important reason for that was. It's always been important that Lisa put serious thought into it before deciding what she wanted. The situation in Georgia had been largely coincidental. Lisa recognized her opportunity and made efforts to make things go her way,and it just happened. Not so in Germany. Lisa tried hard to encourage black men and nothing happened. The men felt like they were being watched closely and were concerned that they would be ratted out if they went for Lisa. They had heard rumors,but they really didn't know how I would feel about it until I told some of them. That did it,and it did it in a way that was like turning a faucet wide open,then breaking the handle off. There was nobody like Curt there. Both Lisa and I had been thinking only of ways to make it happen. Nothing happened that either of us would have wanted to stop,and we hadn't planned for anything negative if it had. Neither of us thought about that until it was already in motion,and we didn't mention it when we did. Lisa pretended that some unknown person was seeing over her to keep her calm,and I just hoped for the best.

In hindsight,it was a big turn on,knowing that they were wearing it out for her,and we hadn't left ourselves an out.
 
Some things relative to our time in Germany that Lisa and I have discussed lately weren't apparent during that time. Lisa's enthusiasm for what she was doing was over the top,through the clouds! Her unfamiliarity with many of those men wasn't to be seen. On the contrary,she greeted all of them as if she knew them well and went from there.

Any concerns she had about nobody being in control were also unseen. She silently pretended to believe that somebody,maybe one or more of the senior NCO's was watching over her as Curt had done. Nobody was,but the men were obviously cooperating and communicating,because there was order.

Another interesting point and a fond memory for me has to do with how Lisa dressed,and how she adapted to the situation as it progressed. She had selected certain clothes to wear for those men,and she'd bought several dresses specifically chosen for them. She gauged the reactions she got when she wore certain clothes and consequently wore some clothes more and others less. One item I remember her wearing often wasn't initially chosen to wear for them,but was worn out of necessity during a time when she was behind on the laundry. It was a silk kimono that she'd bought second hand from one of the Asian wives at a charity rummage sale. It was basically white,but had some brightly colored flowery designs on it. It was short,a little above mid-thigh,and was closed with a silk belt that tied,and could be untied with one tug to reveal Lisa's offerings. Most of the men thought she looked incredibly sexy in it,and I wholeheartedly agreed. It was so awesome that it kept those dreadful knee socks she wore all winter from having such a bad effect.
 
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The apartment in Germany,or quarters as it was,didn't have much flexibility in the layout to afford choices of where to place furniture. Regardless of the limitations,it worked rather well for our use. There was a small cutout in the corner between the living area and the bedroom. We placed the baby bed there so Lisa could see it from our bed,but it also worked well in reverse. When I stood next to the baby bed,I had a view of our bed from the bottom up. We had an arm chair near the baby bed,in the corner of the living area that faced the sofa at an angle. There was a good view from that chair of anything that happened on the sofa,or in the dining area. The only place I couldn't see from either of those locations was into the kitchen and pantry/laundry area.
 
It was early afternoon on a beautiful fall day,a day that we might have been outdoors except that Lisa was reluctant to go anywhere and chance missing a visitor. It was early in the time after my invitation. I think it was my second time home since everything broke Lisa's way,maybe the fifth or sixth week into it.

The dress Lisa wore was a hold-over from the Georgia days,and one of my all time favorites. It was a simple red,sleeveless dress with a plunging neckline that barely contained her tits and framed them perfectly. There were three buttons down the front. The bottom button was several inches above the bottom hem,which left a split with every step she took. It was faded from hundreds of washes and extremely short,only an inch or two below the bottom of her ass cheeks. She sometimes wore that dress without panties,but I distinctly remember that she wore bright blue thongs that day. Both her fingernails and her toenails were painted a bright red that Lisa liked to call "Whore Red",and she was barefoot. She had painted her fingernails,and I had painted her toenails while she was nursing the baby to sleep.

It's unusual for Lisa to be excessively chatty unless she's had a third glass of wine,and she usually stops at two. She was more quiet than usual during that time,especially in the first several weeks. She was in a very good mood,sexually charged. Saying that she was ready for what was happening would be an understatement. She was more than ready. She was like a tightly coiled spring. It had seemed like an eternity for her from the time she decided what she wanted to do until those guys finally came around. Few words were necessary for us to understand each other's thoughts. I watched her as intently as she moved around the apartment. I could feel her anticipation of what was imminent. She was in heat.
 
Men almost always just showed up. Dates were outside the norm,but Lisa had one that afternoon with two men. One was a Platoon Sergeant around forty who had fucked Lisa once when I was home and more than once when I wasn't there. He had been inquisitive about Lisa's attraction for black men and had asked her a lot of questions the last time he was with her. Lisa's very guarded when it comes to answering personal questions. She'll usually give vague answers,often telling men more of what she thinks they want to hear than anything factual. She'll certainly never reveal the extent of her sexual experience. She didn't then,and she won't now. Curt and I are the only two people who've known virtually everything about Lisa's sex life. There have been a few more people who've known some significant things,but not everything. Nobody other than the two of us have ever known as much as has gone onto this thread.

After hearing a short story from Lisa about how she got involved with black men,which was technically true but far from complete,he brought up the subject of cock size. Lisa readily admitted that she loved big cocks and that it was a significant part of her attraction to black men. She knew that was what he wanted to hear and it was easy for her to say because it was true. He wasn't hesitant to tell her that he measured nine and a half inches. Lisa could have guessed and gotten very close. She knew he wasn't exaggerating about that and had no reason to think that he wouldn't be straight with her about everything. He explained that he had a friend who was new on post,but that they had been in the same unit in the states a few years before. The man was married,but on an unaccompanied tour because he had children who were settled into their high school in the states. Then,he told her that his friend was blessed with over eleven inches of cock.
 
When he asked Lisa if she could take a cock that was a full two inches longer than his,she told him that she'd love to try. She wasn't going to tell him,but she had no doubt that she could take it,unless the man was completely without skill. She didn't expect that he would be,and she would try to sit on it for the first go. She'd never be careless or over-confident with such a big dick. Technique and the skill of the man determines whether taking it results in ******* or excruciating pain. Her wish was for the highest pleasure possible,and that the men would be more impressed with her at the finish than at the start.
 
The timing looked to be very good. The baby had been asleep just long enough to be sleeping soundly when the men approached the door. Lisa was near the door watching for them and opened it before they could ring the doorbell. I heard a deep voice say,"Whew,look at you!" at a normal volume,then Lisa softly telling them that the baby was asleep.

Lisa was all out with her body language the second the men were inside the door,thanking the sergeant for his compliment,then facing his friend and tilting her head to one side as she looked up and smiled,eyebrows raised,then softly biting her bottom lip sexily. She offered her hand. He took it,and leaned forward in a half bow as he kissed the top of her hand softly,then looked into her eyes. Lisa's jaw dropped dramatically. She exhaled audibly as she returned his gaze,then looked at the sergeant as she made a WOW with her mouth and raised her eyebrows again without sounding the word.

The man was well into his forties,probably a thirty-year man. He was above average height,but not extremely tall. His build was medium and muscular. He was very black,always a plus in Lisa's eyes,and his head was shaved bald. That wasn't as common at that time as it became in later years,so it stood out more.

I knew immediately that Lisa wasn't pretending at all about being impressed with that man. She had been eager to meet him based on what the sergeant had told her,and she was genuinely impressed by him in their first minutes. I also knew that her pussy was already drooling with anticipation of what was going to happen.
 
Lisa was already turning toward the kitchen as she asked what she could get them to *******. Her newest friend caught her by surprise when he replied that he just wanted to ******* her in. She was genuinely speechless as she stopped in her tracks,looked at him,then the sergeant. A wide smile slowly formed on her face as she shrugged her shoulders,making the abundance of cleavage that showed proudly swell even more. She bit her lower lip again as she looked at both of them,then spoke softly,almost purring. "You guys are spoiling me already." Curt would have been proud of the way she executed the half dozen steps it took to get herself into the arms of her newest man,and her smooth confidence as her face moved upward toward his,her mouth opening slightly as her lips met his.
 
There hadn't been any hesitation when Lisa requested that they set their date when I could be there. I sensed that they were both eager to fuck Lisa in my presence. They stayed quiet while they took turns kissing and groping her,still standing near the door. After a few minutes of that,Lisa made a soft sound as if clearing her throat before taking one of each of their hands in hers and leading them past me and into our bedroom.

Our bedroom had a double door sized doorway with no doors on it. Our bed had originally been a waterbed. We both tired of the waterbed in short order and found a mattress that was specially made to convert a waterbed to a conventional bed. The size and sturdiness of it and the padded edges made it the perfect bed for fucking. There was plenty of space for three on that bed,even when two of them were good sized men.
 
The men stood near the foot of our bed with their backs to the doorway and watched Lisa as she made a show of folding the bedspread back and down toward the foot of the bed,looking over her shoulder at them as her dress rode high on her ass,revealing her pale ass cheeks and the bright blue strip of the thongs that separated them. Next,she went to the other side,facing them as she leaned toward them pushing the bedspread down off the foot of the bed and onto the floor,the weight of her lactating breasts almost forsing them out through the low neckline of her dress. Then,she stood facing them,slowly unbuttoned her dress,then let it fall off her shoulders onto the floor. She stood still for a long moment before putting her middle fingers under the waistband of her thongs and sliding them downward,twisting to one side as she bent over far enough to step out of them,then stood straight up to face the two black men again,completely naked and smiling,lips slightly puckered and eyebrows raised.

It was Lisa's time again. She was doing exactly what she wanted to do.
 
I'm writing this story in short segments out of necessity,because I'm having to do other things as I'm writing. That was quite a long session on that afternoon,and I'll need a considerable amount of time to accurately describe it.

It's difficult to tag Lisa's attitude and perspective toward her sex with black men. I think it's unique. It wouldn't be the first thing anybody would think of if they witnessed Lisa's interaction with black men,but if they heard it from her beforehand as I have,about how Lisa feels about the giving of herself,it can be seen. I see it as submissiveness,but not the same as commonly described. As Lisa says,it's not a sacrifice. It's sincere joy she feels in giving as she's receiving,and it's visible in her actions and expressions. I'm really proud of her,and for good reasons.
 
The new man was naturally first up. Within moments after stripping naked,Lisa was back in his arms continuing what they'd been doing in the living room,his tongue feeling the eagerness of her mouth,his dark hands cupping her ass cheeks as they kissed,and his fingers slipping deeper into her pussy. The chemistry between them was evident. His friend had built him up to Lisa mostly on the basis of his being hugely hung,but the chemistry was just there. They hit it off from the moment they saw each other. Lisa was super hot for him and it showed. There was almost two decades difference in their ages,and being a long-time married man,I doubt he was used to twenty-something's going for him like Lisa was,but he was handling her well.
 
Lisa was hot with anticipation when she was waiting for the men to arrive,hot because she knew she was going to get two jumbo black cocks stuffed into her,one that was a familiar favorite for her and a new one that was bigger yet. After they got there and she clicked with the new man,her level of arousal went up another notch. He said and did the right things to stoke Lisa's fire. I can usually read Lisa's moods and judge her level of arousal by the tone of her voice and her facial expressions. I knew she was extraordinarily hot,and she confirmed it afterward. That's the main reason why I remember the events of that afternoon better than some others.

For those men who think they want to share their wives,but aren't sure,all I can say is to be careful. Lisa and I have had an open relationship from the start,and events such as that afternoon have shook me. If it can shake me,I think it can shake most men who really love their wives. I've never wanted to change anything or regretted anything that's happened. I'm just saying................

I'll continue writing what I can remember about that afternoon asap,and there are some other things I want to write after I get back home and talk with Lisa to fill in some gaps where I'm having some memory lapses. It's easy to get some people and events confused after so much time has passed.
 
My view was from their side as Lisa and the new man stood next to the bed,their mouths open to each other's and coupled tightly,the subtle motion of their heads an indication of the passion with which their tongues communicated their lust in wet unison.

Lisa's arms were locked behind the man's neck,and her feet dangled alongside his shins,a few inches off the floor. I had a one dimensional view of one of his dark hands gripping Lisa's pale white ass cheek,and I knew from the subtle motion of her hips that he was probing her pussy with his fingers.

The sergeant was on the opposite side of our bed,watching Lisa and his friend as he undressed,his cock already erect.
 
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