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

I've been procrastinating about continuing to write on here. One might think that I would get used to the way I'm living to the extent that I wouldn't be affected by the anticipation of what's going to happen next,but that certainly hasn't been how it is in my case. Hubby's mentioned that he might write more from his perspective at some point,and if there's going to be much more added here,he might have to be the person to get it done.

It's been said that the third time's a charm,and I believe it! There are unavoidable responsibilities that require us to leave here and be with family. We're making an occasional trip to them to keep them from wanting to visit us here. Virtually all of my time here is dedicated to being ready for men,anytime and all of the time,for the third and best time in my life. It's very much like when my hubby was still in the Army in most ways,except that he's here for more of it this time. He gets to see,smell,and taste me at my best.;) The fact that I'm best with black men was proven long ago,and that's still very much the same. I'm hanging in there too! :blackgreedy: My energy is still good and my appetite for sex is as healthy as ever. Black men are as reliable for me as ever too. Most are younger than me,and some are less than half my age. When you're being naughty,there's no reason to half-ass it!:devil:

I'm only a couple of months away from my first full year of taking exclusively black cock. Looking back,it's amazing that it didn't happen earlier,but in fairness to my hubby,I'll acknowledge that there's an age related aspect of it. Most men his age have less sexual energy than when they were younger. It's OK. He helps me a lot,and I still get immense pleasure from what he does with his hands and tongue.:)
 
A couple of things to add. The first is kinda funny. I'm still sometimes told that I'm tight! Seriously. I'm well into my fifties,and my pussy's stretched bigger than ever. I'm motivated to please both myself and men,and I think my muscle control is still pretty good. Trust me,it's all relative. Those who think I'm tight are really hung. I'm occasionally still challenged to the extent that one has to be worked into me,but tight? If they think so.

I've always wished that we could've stayed for another year in Germany,and I still do. I had great momentum there,and it couldn't have been better. However,I'm going a long way toward making up for what I feel liked I missed by not staying there longer.:)
 
If it makes you feel better, I sure hope you don't stop writing. I've been a big fan of your writings almost from the start and I've really enjoyed your story. Yes, as we get older into our stories, we sometimes get to where we think we've said everything of interest to our readers but I'm sure you can think back and remember something you've never told anyone yet.. especially all the fun you were having while in Germany. So please don't quit on me yet girlfriend..
 
Thank you Janice and Ray,and everyone who's taken interest in me and my life experience.

Every day is a new day and there's always something to appreciate. That's especially true for me now that I'm once again in a situation where virtually everything is going exactly as I want. However,when I describe how things happen,it seems to me that I'm constantly repeating myself. Actually,that's more or less what's happening,and that's certainly not a bad thing.

My hubby thinks that maybe I'm expecting too much of myself sometimes. I think he might be right,and if I back away from the idea of writing anything for a while,maybe I can continue later in a more relaxed state of mind. He has mentioned writing about some things he wants to get on here,so he probably will.

There's just one thing that I want to get out there now that's not new at all,but something that I feel like I should emphasize explain how I feel about it. As you all know,I was an Army wife for well over a decade. Although I knew I had all sorts of advantages in that environment,I didn't fully appreciate it in it's entirety until after I was a little older,and in a more conventional environment. I've been hornier than most since the onset of puberty,and that part of my nature was in full display early in our marriage,thanks to my hubby's approval and encouragement. My headlong plunge into IR sex was coincidental,and didn't seem to all that consequential at first. As it happened,it fit my nature perfectly,and afforded me real advantages at times. There was an imbalance in the ratio of men verses women in the military at that time. "Picking up the slack" wasn't unusual for some Army wives,and me being known as one who favored black men put me in an even better position to do that. I'll admit that I've always been sexually selfish in my motivation,so my contribution in respect to putting myself up for the men has always been secondary,but it still counts for something. They know that. I put more emphasis on my being an Army wife now than ever before. It just feels right. It's a really big part of who I am. The most important thing I want to say is this. I've always felt appreciated. I'm treated well and fucked very good.:)
 
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In retrospect,it's easy to see that from the time of her experiences with Victor,then Curt and the crew,Lisa's obsession with black men was always more obvious than she was ready to admit. It showed in many ways,from her eye contact and smile to the way she alternately dropped each ass cheek in a more pronounced manner as she walked when she knew they were watching.

She shrugged when I asked her recently about why she wanted to seem to be open to other things after leaving Georgia. It was a pleasure to watch her feel her way through a variety of situations during our first year or so in Germany. She readily participated in sex with both couples and singles,going so far as having sex with several women and reaching orgasm with them.

In Georgia,while I was in the most intense period of my military experience,Lisa was involved in a life-changing experience too. I was as sure as I could be that she was forever addicted to black sex,and before long I was seeing evidence that convinced me that I was right. When some couples suggested including some single soldiers in the swinging sessions,and a couple of those soldiers happened to be black,Lisa's penchant for black men came to fore. So obvious was it that in a short time,Lisa became both a woman of interest for many of the black soldiers as well the subject of much gossip. The first delighted her,and the latter pissed her off,to say the least.

I don't think I was surprised at all when Lisa told me that she wanted to concentrate on black men,because in her words,she was "better with black men". It was already obvious to me,as well as everyone who was paying attention,and many were. Lisa was still young and naive enough not to fully understand what a hot topic she was in the on-post gossip,and why,or that there was a benefit for her in that fact.

Maybe it was my voyeuristic nature that enabled me to see the situation in it's entirety. Lisa had excited me beyond explanation from the time I first met her,but her saying that she wanted to go back to black somehow took it up another notch. It was her choice,and not a coincidence caused by a situation.

What I didn't see coming and couldn't have imagined before it happened was the way Lisa was affected by pregnancy. What she describes as "some sort of change in her chemistry" sent her libido to an unforeseen height,and is still apparent to this day. What Lisa said in one of our earliest conversations that stuck in my mind and excited me to no end was,"I want them to want to fuck me". At first it was about men in general,then it was narrowed down to black men in particular.

What started during pregnancy and really came to fore after childbirth was a definitive time in our lives. Lisa was hotter than ever before! In her mind,laden with baby fat,never-the-less willing to bare ample portions of her body as she walked mile after mile behind the stroller in her effort to get back into shape,all the while wanting to attract as much attention as possible from the black men. Once again,it was obvious in her manner as she greeted them,as well as in her body language during the occasional brief conversations.

Lisa was indeed getting plenty of attention. Her tits,prominent before motherhood,enhanced by lactating,and barely contained beneath her bras and skimpy tops. The cheeks of her ass,sporting some extra poundage and not quite covered by shorts that had been very short when she wore them during the previous summer..........yes. Her look was overtly sexual and outright luscious from most men's perspective.

I have no doubt that Lisa would have ultimately been successful in seducing any number of black men. Many were reluctant to follow through with their lustful intentions because of some things that had happened between some NCO's and another wife. I sensed Lisa's frustration,and I was ready for her to get her wish too,so I told several black men that Lisa wasn't merely teasing,that she was indeed ready to fuck,and that she only wanted black men.

I'll be telling about some of the events that took place after I told them,until Lisa decides that I should do something different,or until she decides to write more.


That phrase,"Any number of black men" is one that Lisa uses often. When I mention numbers in reference to men,she always says that numbers don't mean anything. But,she drops that phrase,knowing that it makes me think something. I'm not even sure what,but? When I pointed that out,she just laughed. What?
 
"It's semantics,and there's a variety of things that might determine a person's perspective and how they describe people and situations. Yes,I'm included in that. That's what we're talking about now,right? I think I'm the same as most people in that I want others to like me,but the words used to describe me don't matter. I still use groupie,even though I know it's old-fashioned. I think it went out of fashion before my time,but it still fits. Like in Germany,during the time you're talking about,I would describe how things were at first was like we were occasional swingers. We had an open marriage like a lot of other couples,and I had several fuck buddies. After you invited all of the black guys to fuck me,I became a groupie again. It was pretty much the same as it had been in Georgia. I think of it as completely whoring out,being available for any number of black men to use me as their sex toy. I know you like that,and I know I say "pretty much" a lot too. I'm not a southern girl,but I've been in the south for a long time. Yes,I'm fine with "black owned" too. It's more fitting now than ever. I don't usually think in those terms,but yes. I really belong to black men,so black owned is perfectly fine with me."

Lisa's words earlier today.
 
Not surprisingly,things happened very quickly once I told the black guys that they should go for it with Lisa. Months of pent-up lust was put into motion literally overnight.

Lisa was as ready as she could be. Dressed in the sluttiest dresses and panties imaginable,she greeted the men with unbridled enthusiasm. Although not celibate in the interim,she missed her previous life as it had been in Georgia,living with black men around the clock and being the sole beneficiary of their lust. The men were getting Lisa,highly motivated to impress them and keep them wanting more of her. The experience she had gained with Curt and the crew showed,as did the extra degrees of sexual heat that motherhood had brought to her.
 
Everything had gone into motion immediately after I left for my last cycle as I did every couple of weeks. By the time I returned,Lisa was showing signs of frequent and heavy use. Any and every time when Lisa is sex sore and looks a bit tattered,her mood is the best it can be. Unrestrained by the insecure phone lines,our only means of communicating while I was away,she could barely control herself as she described how they had been fucking her one after another since I had left.
 
The way everything was first time I returned home after inviting the black men to have their way with Lisa is possibly the most profound and unforgettable of my memories.

Lisa,looking tattered,obviously overwhelmed with happiness about how everything had gone her way so quickly. Her panties wet and bunched in the middle,her pussy still gaped,not having had time to contract,since the last black cock had spilled it's semen and pulled out of her only minutes before I arrived.

She had quickly fallen behind in her housekeeping,the baby and the black men demanding all of her time and attention. Most of Lisa's clothes and the linens were unwashed,as she had only time to wash the baby's things,keeping priorities as necessary. The pungent smell of sex permeated the apartment. That smell,as exciting for me as any aspect of what was happening,is still a great source of excitement for me as Lisa routinely insists that I submit to it,her freshly-fucked pussy directly in my face.
 
Having a baby to care for could have created more of a challenge than it did if not for the cooperation between all of us. Everybody wanted to get what they could for themselves,and Lisa's enthusiasm for sex and that particular kind of situation kept the momentum going. I was able to catch up on the laundry and housework in a couple of days,and quickly found myself doing most of that and doing as much as I could to take care of the baby while Lisa was with the men. It became routine. Each time I came home from a training cycle,I would catch up on the laundry and housework,and spend most of my time with the baby while Lisa was with the men. I was usually able to watch a lot of what they were doing and still do what I needed to do.
 
Men showed up frequently and randomly. Lisa rarely knew in advance who would be the next to come to the door,but she greeted every one of them as if she was waiting for him in particular. She was always dressed to be fucked and she wasted no time. She was kissing and making physical contact from the second they arrived in a way that would've made Curt proud. It was again apparent to me how well she had responded to Curt's coaching. She had the eager groupie routine down to a fine art,and she's still much the same in that way.
 
Lisa had been wearing denim cutoffs when the young sergeant arrived,above them a thin tank top,and on her feet,colorful knee-high socks. I teased her about the socks,but she had good reason for wearing them,as the floors we quite cold. Her cutoffs were far too short to wear in public. Although she wore some in public that left a bit off her ass cheeks in view,those covered less than half of her ass,and lacked enough material in the crotch area to conceal her pussy. They were a radical pair,their origin being in her days with Curt and the crew in Georgia.

All that remained of Lisa's clothing was her socks as I watched from across the room as the first few inches of the young sergeant's rather impressive cock slipped easily into her pussy before it's girth made it necessary for him to pull out slightly several times,pushing deeper each time until the entire length was inside her. I listened as Lisa softly groaned,confirming her contentment with the depth of his penetration. My vantage point was from the foot of our bed and about ten feet away. He rhythmically exploited Lisa's pussy for a long time,long enough to bring her to orgasm twice that I could tell,before releasing his semen deep inside her.

A few minutes later,he was out the door. Lisa stopped a few feet in front of me to allow me a view of the thin stream of white liquid as it streamed down her inner thigh,did a little dance for a moment,then formed a WOW quietly with her lips not to wake the sleeping baby I was holding,before going into the shower.

Five minutes after that,she came out of the bedroom pulling a black mini dress over her head as she walked. She wore a red g-string for color,as it covered nothing.

Lisa was brushing her hair when she saw the moving shadow at the bottom of the window. She quickly tossed the hairbrush onto a chair and went to the door. As the thick-chested black man stepped inside,Lisa closed the door behind him and stepped toward him,throwing her arms around the back of his neck and pulling up to him for a passionate,open-mouth kiss.
 
I just recently discovered your story and started and got fascinated. I also did check out the coincidental name thing, folks. Nope, we're not related.

But Lisa, you're a great writer -- don't let anyone (least of all yourself) tell you that you don't have a fine way of telling us your story. Please continue. It's gonna take me a few days to catch up to real time - and if you write lots it'll keep me going even longer.

Thanks -

Slim for the VERY HotWife Nancy
 
In the days and weeks that Lisa spent walking the area in and around the small kaserne in Germany trying to get the baby fat off and her muscle tone back,she was signalling her interest in the black soldiers in every possible way. I doubt that she could've been more obvious. If not for the fact that the colonel in command had been so severe in his treatment of several soldiers who had been involved in a situation with another Army wife,one whose husband didn't approve as I did,Lisa would've easily been successful in seducing most of them. It certainly wasn't that she hadn't been getting their attention! We both knew when I put the word out that I approved of them giving her what they all knew she wanted,that there would be no more holding back on her.

That situation and the events that unfolded over the next weeks and months was as near absolute euphoria as anything we've experienced,and although a bit chaotic sometimes,most of it happened in such an orderly way as to convince Lisa that some of the senior NCO's were actually coordinating much of it. I always doubted that was the case,and I still do. I think it was that all of the men were accustomed to doing everything they did in an orderly manner,and maybe a little luck on top of that. I will say that there was some rank pulled. At that point in time,Lisa was in her mid twenties. Most of the guys were a little younger than her,but there were some who were significantly older than her too,well into their thirties,and a few in their forties. It was almost always the older men who slept with Lisa when I wasn't there,and to be totally honest,a few times when I was there. There were exceptions,but generally,the younger guys came and went,and the older men stayed longer. Lisa was particularly turned on by sex with the older men at that time. She was still young enough to be impressionable and the fact that they were so motivated to fuck her was a constant boost for her ego. One might think that her libido would've subsided at some point,but it didn't. The more they fucked her,the hotter she was!
 
seldomseen said:
I've been procrastinating about continuing to write on here. One might think that I would get used to the way I'm living to the extent that I wouldn't be affected by the anticipation of what's going to happen next,but that certainly hasn't been how it is in my case. Hubby's mentioned that he might write more from his perspective at some point,and if there's going to be much more added here,he might have to be the person to get it done.

It's been said that the third time's a charm,and I believe it! There are unavoidable responsibilities that require us to leave here and be with family. We're making an occasional trip to them to keep them from wanting to visit us here. Virtually all of my time here is dedicated to being ready for men,anytime and all of the time,for the third and best time in my life. It's very much like when my hubby was still in the Army in most ways,except that he's here for more of it this time. He gets to see,smell,and taste me at my best.;) The fact that I'm best with black men was proven long ago,and that's still very much the same. I'm hanging in there too! :blackgreedy: My energy is still good and my appetite for sex is as healthy as ever. Black men are as reliable for me as ever too. Most are younger than me,and some are less than half my age. When you're being naughty,there's no reason to half-ass it!:devil:

I'm only a couple of months away from my first full year of taking exclusively black cock. Looking back,it's amazing that it didn't happen earlier,but in fairness to my hubby,I'll acknowledge that there's an age related aspect of it. Most men his age have less sexual energy than when they were younger. It's OK. He helps me a lot,and I still get immense pleasure from what he does with his hands and tongue.:)
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She had remained silent when she heard him get up and go to the bathroom. As he laid back down,Lisa whispered that she would be right back. She first tiptoed past the double-wide door opening of the bedroom to where the baby's crib sat,then back past the bed and into the bathroom.

The near-forty,dark and burly Master Sergeant was lying on his back,propped up on two pillows when Lisa returned to the bed. Knowing she had little time before the baby would be awake,and that the Sergeant had to be at his unit soon too.Lisa wasted no time. She slipped silently back into the bed and snuggled tightly against the black man's body,taking one of his nipples into her mouth briefly as she grasped his almost erect cock with her hand. His cock was huge,easily large enough to compare with her forearm,a measure that Lisa saw as a pleasing way to gauge the size of a man's penis.

The man tossed the blanket out of Lisa's way as she moved her face to his cock. Moving her tongue around the entire circumference of the already swollen tip of his cock,Lisa concentrated for a few moments on the sensitive underside of the tip of his penis before taking the head of it into her mouth. Should could barely fit the huge tip into her mouth,that realization being sufficient to cause her own naturally lubricating system to tingle in anticipation of her imminent penetration.

Being as quiet as she could,Lisa positioned herself above the big black man and began lowering herself onto his cock. She was extremely sore,not only from his pounding of her pussy the previous evening,but also from numerous other black soldiers over the past several days. She had became popular with the black men on post,the persistent soreness she felt being one item of evidence of that fact,her feeling of elation being another. She felt her belly being filled with the mass of his huge cock each time she rested her weight onto his body,those moments and others of the kind being what Lisa had concluded to be her destiny.

The minutes that passed were immeasurable. Soon,the intensity of Lisa's enjoyment in riding on the man's big shaft produced the expected results and she felt his hot semen spurting into her womb.
 
Janice K said:
If it makes you feel better, I sure hope you don't stop writing. I've been a big fan of your writings almost from the start and I've really enjoyed your story. Yes, as we get older into our stories, we sometimes get to where we think we've said everything of interest to our readers but I'm sure you can think back and remember something you've never told anyone yet.. especially all the fun you were having while in Germany. So please don't quit on me yet girlfriend..
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I appreciate you and everyone who's taken interest in me. I don't intend to stop writing anything ever. I just got to a point where I would sit down,thinking that I knew what I wanted to write about,and the words just didn't come.

I go through emotional phases that are hard to explain. I think I'm more quiet than usual now. I'm mostly just feeling. Everything's going great. To be honest,I'm being very self-centered. That's really what's happening right now.

I'm not completely detached from this thread. My hubby says he's interested in writing more,especially about the time in Germany,and I'll do what I can to help him get it down.

I'll eventually get in the mood to write again. Thanks!

Lisa
 
Hubby here, It's been more than a year since Lisa decided to deny me my sloppy seconds. She said it would be better if I concentrated on supporting her and helped her to gain and sustain her momentum.

An important part of what she said she wanted was to get as close to what the extra year in Germany that she wanted,but didn't get would have been like if everything had gone as we had planned.

It's a different world after the years that have passed since we left Germany,but there's plenty to remind me how Lisa's much the same now as she was then.

After everything got going in Germany,virtually every outing in town or around post had the effect of inviting guys to go home with us. Sometimes a spoken invitation would be made,sometimes not,but we rarely went home without company. It's never been any particular thing that attracts black men to Lisa. It's everything about her,but if I had to pick what I've witnessed to be her most powerful asset,I would have to say it's her eyes. Eye contact is very effective in getting her the attention she wants.

I'm totally supportive of Lisa now. I do everything to keep her in the best possible condition to present herself as she chooses. I drive and ******* her,and sometimes convey messages to men for her. Much of what I do isn't known by the men Lisa gives herself to,but when they enjoy her and compliment her,they're also praising me.
 
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