Still looking for a photo of Lisa, I thought that was something you were going to do, Enquiring Minds want to see.
I would like to tell the stories of some of my wife's experiences
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Real nice, thanks from all who wondered
When I first wrote on BTW,I didn't intend to reveal as much about our personal relationship or Lisa's activities as we have,nor did I expect Lisa to be as interested as she's been in participating. She's not keen on the pic,but she consented. She says she's still not in a writing mood,but has all but insisted that I get back to it.
Although the first half of our time in Germany was in some ways challenging for Lisa,everything changed for the better during the last half. There were several reasons why it was a great time for me. My job there was much less demanding than what I'd done when we were in Georgia. I had more time off and opportunity to watch Lisa in action,and do things to help free her of some responsibilities so that she could enjoy herself with men.
The situation as it was in Germany with Lisa being a new mom may sound more odd or unusual than it seemed to either of us or the men. Lisa was in great form and ready for what happened. She was whorish from the beginning and had become more whorish after moving to Georgia and getting involved with black men. She had a habit of spontaneously dancing provocatively,and had gotten her moves on par with pro dancers during her time with Curt. Her playful demeanor and straight-forward honesty in communicating her love for sex made things happen very naturally.
What Lisa refers to as the trains in Germany weren't like what most people think about when they think of trains. It wasn't like trains I've seen in porn flicks. I'll agree that what happened was much the same,but there was never a line of men jacking their cocks while they waited for their turn. At least if they were,they weren't doing it where we were.
Several months had past since my invitation for the black men to fuck Lisa,and more than a few had.
Most,if not all of the trains happened on weekends,and as far as I can remember,none were ever planned. Lisa thinks otherwise,and maybe? Even if she's right,we didn't know about the planning.
It was early afternoon. I had been keeping busy since early morning with both laundry and housekeeping,and doing everything short of breastfeeding to keep the baby happy. Many days with Lisa are like an ongoing lingerie show,or maybe more accurately like a rotation at a strip club. Much of what she wears is similar to what dancers wear off-stage with some lingerie in the mix. During that time she was particularly Gung-ho about being ready for men,frequently saying with confidence that someone would show up. Someone always did show up. More were coming more often while I was at home,having caught on to the fact that they could have their way with Lisa with fewer interruptions when I was there to care for the baby. They didn't always come with such frequency or in numbers that could be described as a train,but sometimes they did.
Lisa rarely wore makeup. She didn't have time and she really didn't need it to be attractive anyway. The clothes she chose made the statement she wanted to make. She had the three minute shower down to an art and chose good and somewhat expensive perfume as one of her few non-sexual indulgences.
I made a point of keeping as low a profile as possible as I went about my chores and childcare,but I watched what was happening between Lisa and the men as closely as possible too. I can usually see and hear more than most would suspect. Lisa's attention was on the men when they were with her and as they came and went,but she wasn't ignoring me. In fact,she was giving me as much opportunity for visuals as she could,much of her opportunity coming in the few minutes between one guy leaving and another coming to the door.
One would assume that Lisa's energy would have faded much sooner than it did. She would eventually show some signs of exhaustion,but usually only later in the afternoon or evenings of such days. On that day,we knew before noon what laid in store for Lisa and she was ecstatic! She playfully greeted each as if she had been waiting for him to come and give her some badly needed sex. That was actually how she felt about it,regardless if he was her first for the day or her fifth. Her remarkable energy and enthusiasm for sex always impresses me as well as the black men she's so fond of.
She threw a short bathrobe on to ******* each of them to the door after they finished with her. I eagerly waited as she said goodbye,knowing I would have a few minutes to enjoy the sight of her in her freshly fucked condition. She always wanted to touch the baby and make sure everything was alright and she would invariably let her robe fall open,giving me a precious minute to enjoy the sight of her gaped pussy,evidence of her sex often present in liquid form,sometimes streaming down her legs. If I wasn't busy with the baby,she would let me feel her pussy with my fingers,but only for a minute,because she knew another of the black guys would be coming within a few minutes.
If I could go back to that time and do it all over again,I would lick her pussy as soon as they left,and make her cum. No matter how much or how good they fuck her,I can always make her cum again by licking her pussy after they finish.
When the baby was sleeping,I would watch while she showered and help her get dressed for her next lover.
Although the first half of our time in Germany was in some ways challenging for Lisa,everything changed for the better during the last half. There were several reasons why it was a great time for me. My job there was much less demanding than what I'd done when we were in Georgia. I had more time off and opportunity to watch Lisa in action,and do things to help free her of some responsibilities so that she could enjoy herself with men.
The situation as it was in Germany with Lisa being a new mom may sound more odd or unusual than it seemed to either of us or the men. Lisa was in great form and ready for what happened. She was whorish from the beginning and had become more whorish after moving to Georgia and getting involved with black men. She had a habit of spontaneously dancing provocatively,and had gotten her moves on par with pro dancers during her time with Curt. Her playful demeanor and straight-forward honesty in communicating her love for sex made things happen very naturally.
What Lisa refers to as the trains in Germany weren't like what most people think about when they think of trains. It wasn't like trains I've seen in porn flicks. I'll agree that what happened was much the same,but there was never a line of men jacking their cocks while they waited for their turn. At least if they were,they weren't doing it where we were.
Several months had past since my invitation for the black men to fuck Lisa,and more than a few had.
Most,if not all of the trains happened on weekends,and as far as I can remember,none were ever planned. Lisa thinks otherwise,and maybe? Even if she's right,we didn't know about the planning.
It was early afternoon. I had been keeping busy since early morning with both laundry and housekeeping,and doing everything short of breastfeeding to keep the baby happy. Many days with Lisa are like an ongoing lingerie show,or maybe more accurately like a rotation at a strip club. Much of what she wears is similar to what dancers wear off-stage with some lingerie in the mix. During that time she was particularly Gung-ho about being ready for men,frequently saying with confidence that someone would show up. Someone always did show up. More were coming more often while I was at home,having caught on to the fact that they could have their way with Lisa with fewer interruptions when I was there to care for the baby. They didn't always come with such frequency or in numbers that could be described as a train,but sometimes they did.
Lisa rarely wore makeup. She didn't have time and she really didn't need it to be attractive anyway. The clothes she chose made the statement she wanted to make. She had the three minute shower down to an art and chose good and somewhat expensive perfume as one of her few non-sexual indulgences.
I made a point of keeping as low a profile as possible as I went about my chores and childcare,but I watched what was happening between Lisa and the men as closely as possible too. I can usually see and hear more than most would suspect. Lisa's attention was on the men when they were with her and as they came and went,but she wasn't ignoring me. In fact,she was giving me as much opportunity for visuals as she could,much of her opportunity coming in the few minutes between one guy leaving and another coming to the door.
One would assume that Lisa's energy would have faded much sooner than it did. She would eventually show some signs of exhaustion,but usually only later in the afternoon or evenings of such days. On that day,we knew before noon what laid in store for Lisa and she was ecstatic! She playfully greeted each as if she had been waiting for him to come and give her some badly needed sex. That was actually how she felt about it,regardless if he was her first for the day or her fifth. Her remarkable energy and enthusiasm for sex always impresses me as well as the black men she's so fond of.
She threw a short bathrobe on to ******* each of them to the door after they finished with her. I eagerly waited as she said goodbye,knowing I would have a few minutes to enjoy the sight of her in her freshly fucked condition. She always wanted to touch the baby and make sure everything was alright and she would invariably let her robe fall open,giving me a precious minute to enjoy the sight of her gaped pussy,evidence of her sex often present in liquid form,sometimes streaming down her legs. If I wasn't busy with the baby,she would let me feel her pussy with my fingers,but only for a minute,because she knew another of the black guys would be coming within a few minutes.
If I could go back to that time and do it all over again,I would lick her pussy as soon as they left,and make her cum. No matter how much or how good they fuck her,I can always make her cum again by licking her pussy after they finish.
When the baby was sleeping,I would watch while she showered and help her get dressed for her next lover.
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Hi Everybody,
Lisa here. This isn't like a heated argument or anything that serious,but hubby and I are having a disagreement. I've read and heard enough from other couple's experiences to determine that sentiment from one person to the next varies as much as personalities. For example,our experiences are similar in ways to other couples we've shared with on BTW,but we often seem to feel differently about what's sometimes almost the same activity. I've conceded to one of my hubby's characterizations about me. That is that I'm totally addicted to BBC,and possibly now more than ever. Maybe it was my desire to be fair minded that made me claim for years that if the right white or non-black guy came along,that I would give him a go,when in reality I've only been interested sex with black men for a long time. OK. That's that. I'm all black,all of the time. I'm only interested in sex with black men,period.
Here's where we're disagreeing. I'm easy and cooperative,but that doesn't necessarily mean that I'm submissive. In a sense,being female is being submissive,but I'm not really submissive in the usual sense of the word. In fact,it's not unusual for me to be the aggressor. It depends on the situation and my mood,but I can sometimes be quite aggressive. Hubby says I'm submissive to Michael because I fuck anybody he wants me to fuck. I trust Michael! That's why I'm willing to fuck anybody he wants me to fuck. Michael's very good to me. I'm a whore. I'm easy and cooperative,because I want the same results that the men want,mutual gratification. I don't think anything about my behavior characterizes me as submissive.
I would be interested to know what other's opinions are. Thanks
Lisa here. This isn't like a heated argument or anything that serious,but hubby and I are having a disagreement. I've read and heard enough from other couple's experiences to determine that sentiment from one person to the next varies as much as personalities. For example,our experiences are similar in ways to other couples we've shared with on BTW,but we often seem to feel differently about what's sometimes almost the same activity. I've conceded to one of my hubby's characterizations about me. That is that I'm totally addicted to BBC,and possibly now more than ever. Maybe it was my desire to be fair minded that made me claim for years that if the right white or non-black guy came along,that I would give him a go,when in reality I've only been interested sex with black men for a long time. OK. That's that. I'm all black,all of the time. I'm only interested in sex with black men,period.
Here's where we're disagreeing. I'm easy and cooperative,but that doesn't necessarily mean that I'm submissive. In a sense,being female is being submissive,but I'm not really submissive in the usual sense of the word. In fact,it's not unusual for me to be the aggressor. It depends on the situation and my mood,but I can sometimes be quite aggressive. Hubby says I'm submissive to Michael because I fuck anybody he wants me to fuck. I trust Michael! That's why I'm willing to fuck anybody he wants me to fuck. Michael's very good to me. I'm a whore. I'm easy and cooperative,because I want the same results that the men want,mutual gratification. I don't think anything about my behavior characterizes me as submissive.
I would be interested to know what other's opinions are. Thanks
Hubby's saying now that I get into submissive moods. Maybe. I'll have to think about that,but I don't think that I'm generally submissive.
Lisa, that's an interesting point - and I see what you mean as you differentiate being a submissive from wanting the gratification of sex. Nancy enjoys sex with guys of every color she's tried - but even though she's done dozens of guys in her short career -- she doesn't fit the word "slut" at all. Nah - she's just enjoying the fun of fucking. And the longer we're doing this the more obvious it becomes that we both understand that she's just having the time of her life and it's okay with both of us.
Thanks for giving words to my muddled thoughts. And thanks to both of you for letting us know your story.
Thanks for giving words to my muddled thoughts. And thanks to both of you for letting us know your story.
Thank you. If I made it sound as if I'm merely resisting being labeled as submissive,I didn't get my point across. In my mind,a person who's really submissive enjoys being abused. That's not me. In fact,one of my favorite lines during my early years as an Army wife was "Use me Baby,but please don't abuse me". I used it in a teasing way,but I meant what I said.
Maybe it all depends on each person's perspective. Every time I have opportunity to read other's comments or stories on this site,I'm reminded how differently I feel about some things than other people,and I suspect there are multiple reasons why that's so often true. Being an Army wife in my early adult years and growing up in a rural area of the far north are probably two of the biggest reasons why I see things as I do.
There were only a few black ******* in my school. Next to none. I can't remember having an opinion or ideas about black people as a race as I was growing up.
I was a freshman in college when I met my hubby,but I wasn't a serious student. I was really just enjoying being out in the big wide world. I was torn between wanting to have a steady boyfriend and being sexually adventurous. I liked having a main guy,but I couldn't resist wanting to know how it would feel to be fucked by Bob,Mark,and John.
Much of the rest my story is already on this thread. I'll just emphasize the fact that my first real exposure to black men was as a young Army wife,and the result was good. It was so good that it positively affected my life from that point on. Being someone who puts more emphasis on getting good sex than most,my being tight with black men has always been an advantage,and there's a relative point I want to make. Some people will do bad things for sex the same as they will for money or power. I've been in situations where women had an obvious advantage over men,and people with military experience who read this will understand what I'm saying. I've taken advantage of those situations,but I feel good that I've always done it in an honest way that benefited the men as well as me. I wasn't a soldier,but being an Army wife is still like being one of them. You'll hear them say,"I've got your back",and they mean it. I always feel safe with military men. There's a similar statement that I like. "I'll wash your back if you'll wash mine". I've done it both figuratively and literally,and I've never regretted any of it.
This might be weird logic for some,but so be it. It's the way I see things. We had limited everything in that little corner of the apartment complex in Georgia. We pooled our money to buy food and *******. We shared everything. Usually being the only female,I happily put my body into the mix,and it was wonderful!
Back to the black/white aspect of sex for me. I don't chose to dwell on terrible things that happened in the past that I wish hadn't happened. I don't get into the symbolism that many people in the "lifestyle" do. That would be a downer for me. I see the interracial aspect of sex as extraordinarily erotic and always exciting! That's why I love it like I do.
In no way do I intend to put anybody down because they see things differently from how I see them. Our experiences are different. I was a horny Army wife who first got into interracial sex by chance. I went black long before I realized there was such a lifestyle. I'm thinking if there had been such a popular lifestyle that I would've had a lot more competition and maybe I wouldn't have had the advantage that I had. lol!
Maybe it all depends on each person's perspective. Every time I have opportunity to read other's comments or stories on this site,I'm reminded how differently I feel about some things than other people,and I suspect there are multiple reasons why that's so often true. Being an Army wife in my early adult years and growing up in a rural area of the far north are probably two of the biggest reasons why I see things as I do.
There were only a few black ******* in my school. Next to none. I can't remember having an opinion or ideas about black people as a race as I was growing up.
I was a freshman in college when I met my hubby,but I wasn't a serious student. I was really just enjoying being out in the big wide world. I was torn between wanting to have a steady boyfriend and being sexually adventurous. I liked having a main guy,but I couldn't resist wanting to know how it would feel to be fucked by Bob,Mark,and John.
Much of the rest my story is already on this thread. I'll just emphasize the fact that my first real exposure to black men was as a young Army wife,and the result was good. It was so good that it positively affected my life from that point on. Being someone who puts more emphasis on getting good sex than most,my being tight with black men has always been an advantage,and there's a relative point I want to make. Some people will do bad things for sex the same as they will for money or power. I've been in situations where women had an obvious advantage over men,and people with military experience who read this will understand what I'm saying. I've taken advantage of those situations,but I feel good that I've always done it in an honest way that benefited the men as well as me. I wasn't a soldier,but being an Army wife is still like being one of them. You'll hear them say,"I've got your back",and they mean it. I always feel safe with military men. There's a similar statement that I like. "I'll wash your back if you'll wash mine". I've done it both figuratively and literally,and I've never regretted any of it.
This might be weird logic for some,but so be it. It's the way I see things. We had limited everything in that little corner of the apartment complex in Georgia. We pooled our money to buy food and *******. We shared everything. Usually being the only female,I happily put my body into the mix,and it was wonderful!
Back to the black/white aspect of sex for me. I don't chose to dwell on terrible things that happened in the past that I wish hadn't happened. I don't get into the symbolism that many people in the "lifestyle" do. That would be a downer for me. I see the interracial aspect of sex as extraordinarily erotic and always exciting! That's why I love it like I do.
In no way do I intend to put anybody down because they see things differently from how I see them. Our experiences are different. I was a horny Army wife who first got into interracial sex by chance. I went black long before I realized there was such a lifestyle. I'm thinking if there had been such a popular lifestyle that I would've had a lot more competition and maybe I wouldn't have had the advantage that I had. lol!
An afterthought: Rather than being a lifestyle,interracial sex was just part of life for me in years past. Swinging and open marriages were common in the Army. I wasn't at all unique as a "Hot Wife". There were some everywhere in the Army,as well as some who just cheated. (Men told me a lot about other wives). Sex with black men became my "niche". That's a word I remember being used in conversations between my hubby and me,and probably in a few with other people. It was mentioned(in conversations with swingers) that I had "experience" with black men. That really seems odd to me now,and I kinda think it sounded odd to me then,but people said it. Many things have changed.
Whether Lisa's submissive or not,she's always eager to please men. One of her best points is that she's genuinely nice.
Things that happen as a result of a particular situation or environment can sometimes change when the situation and environment isn't the same anymore. Neither of us ever thought seriously about what might happen in the future during our early years together. I'm not sure if we would've predicted that Lisa's penchant for black men would be as strong or permanent as it's proven to be. If she doesn't already have plans for the day,she's either on her phone texting someone ,or asking me where we should go. It's all about men.
Fortunately for me,something that's happened not to be permanent is that I'm again her only exception to her being black only. Lisa's
incredibly nice! She just can't be as stubborn as she would like. I made it over a year and it didn't ******* me,but I'm happier now. I love sloppy seconds! Lisa's pussy is liquid silk. I absolutely love fucking her after black men finish with her.
Things that happen as a result of a particular situation or environment can sometimes change when the situation and environment isn't the same anymore. Neither of us ever thought seriously about what might happen in the future during our early years together. I'm not sure if we would've predicted that Lisa's penchant for black men would be as strong or permanent as it's proven to be. If she doesn't already have plans for the day,she's either on her phone texting someone ,or asking me where we should go. It's all about men.
Fortunately for me,something that's happened not to be permanent is that I'm again her only exception to her being black only. Lisa's
incredibly nice! She just can't be as stubborn as she would like. I made it over a year and it didn't ******* me,but I'm happier now. I love sloppy seconds! Lisa's pussy is liquid silk. I absolutely love fucking her after black men finish with her.
No matter how many times I watch Lisa accept other men's cocks,it's equally as exciting as the first time. In fact,it's getting more exciting,because I'm never sure what to expect from her. She's more eager for black sex now than ever before. It's mostly within a circle of men she's gotten to know very well,but that's not a bad thing.
"Keep an open mind." She says that like she's saying it with something in mind. I think I've always been open-minded. We've tried a variety of things,some that have been good,and others that haven't worked for us. The cage is one that didn't work for us. I guess it was a worthwhile experiment,because you never know until you try,but no.
Long-term chastity wasn't as easy as I thought. I was thinking that at my age,it would be easier,but let's face it. Sloppy seconds are near the very top of my list of life's pleasures. I'm back in there,but not without limits. Lisa's saying that I have to promise cooperation before she'll relax the limits. I can't figure out what she's talking about or why she's saying that. I'm always cooperative.
"Keep an open mind." She says that like she's saying it with something in mind. I think I've always been open-minded. We've tried a variety of things,some that have been good,and others that haven't worked for us. The cage is one that didn't work for us. I guess it was a worthwhile experiment,because you never know until you try,but no.
Long-term chastity wasn't as easy as I thought. I was thinking that at my age,it would be easier,but let's face it. Sloppy seconds are near the very top of my list of life's pleasures. I'm back in there,but not without limits. Lisa's saying that I have to promise cooperation before she'll relax the limits. I can't figure out what she's talking about or why she's saying that. I'm always cooperative.
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It was early evening and the black dress Lisa wore was like much of her wardrobe in the sense that it wasn't suitable to be worn in public. The back was open and to say it had a plunging neckline was an understatement. The neckline went almost to her navel. It framed her tits,rather than covering them,and was so short that any movement at all was guaranteed to expose some portion of her ass cheeks.
I was pacing the room and gently bouncing a barely sleeping baby when the shadow passed the two inch space left at the bottom of the rolladen shutters that was left there specifically for the purpose of seeing someone approaching the door.
Lisa headed toward the door,quickly moving one step to her right just before she reached the door to check herself in the mirror,raking a hand threw her hair as she shook it about her shoulders,then opened the door. I thought I noticed a subtle variance in her movement as she opened the door to greet her suitor. Then,just as now Lisa greeted men at the door enthusiastically. That she did as she stepped backward to allow him entry with the sexy drawn-out Hiiiii,as taught by Curt years earlier and undoubtedly stolen from the Georgia Peaches.
The guy was big and tall,and very dark complected. Immediately upon closing the door,Lisa stepped into his arms,pulling herself upward toward his lips,hers opening,inviting his kisses. Their kiss was long in duration and hot with passion. From my position on the opposite side of the dimly lit room,I could see his dark hand on Lisa's bare ass as he lifted her into kissing reach,her toes barely touching the floor. After a long minute,their lips parted for only a second,long enough for me to hear him say "Marshall",before continuing to get familiar with Lisa's mouth.
That confirmed for me what I thought I'd seen in Lisa's greeting. She didn't know Marshall. They had never seen each other before.
I was pacing the room and gently bouncing a barely sleeping baby when the shadow passed the two inch space left at the bottom of the rolladen shutters that was left there specifically for the purpose of seeing someone approaching the door.
Lisa headed toward the door,quickly moving one step to her right just before she reached the door to check herself in the mirror,raking a hand threw her hair as she shook it about her shoulders,then opened the door. I thought I noticed a subtle variance in her movement as she opened the door to greet her suitor. Then,just as now Lisa greeted men at the door enthusiastically. That she did as she stepped backward to allow him entry with the sexy drawn-out Hiiiii,as taught by Curt years earlier and undoubtedly stolen from the Georgia Peaches.
The guy was big and tall,and very dark complected. Immediately upon closing the door,Lisa stepped into his arms,pulling herself upward toward his lips,hers opening,inviting his kisses. Their kiss was long in duration and hot with passion. From my position on the opposite side of the dimly lit room,I could see his dark hand on Lisa's bare ass as he lifted her into kissing reach,her toes barely touching the floor. After a long minute,their lips parted for only a second,long enough for me to hear him say "Marshall",before continuing to get familiar with Lisa's mouth.
That confirmed for me what I thought I'd seen in Lisa's greeting. She didn't know Marshall. They had never seen each other before.
Lisa wore a flowery summer dress as we walked around the small German town and through the parks enjoying the beautiful spring day. Her dress was mid-thigh in length and had a halter-styled top half that nicely accommodated her still lactating breasts. Lisa and I were taking turns pushing the baby stroller,and the small group of black guys who had joined us and gathered around Lisa were taking turns feeling her up and fingering her pussy every time it appeared that there weren't any people close enough to see what they were doing. Lisa squirmed in reaction to their groping and finally became red-faced and told them they needed to stop what they were doing. It wasn't because she wasn't enjoying it,but because she was getting so horny that they were going to have to fuck her right then and there if they didn't stop.
If that happened today,Lisa would be squirting all over their hands and down her legs. She squirts much more easily now than she did in years past.
If that happened today,Lisa would be squirting all over their hands and down her legs. She squirts much more easily now than she did in years past.
I've always asked Lisa question upon question about her thoughts and feelings regarding sex,and I often repeat questions I've asked in the past. I don't do it to trip her up. For one,I simply like hearing her answers,and for another,her answers vary sometimes depending on her mood at the time I ask or what she remembers or doesn't.
A question I've asked multiple times is when she thinks she became addicted to black sex,a fact that she didn't always readily accept. Her most recent answer is different from any answer she's given in the past.
"I think it was probably early on in Georgia. If it wasn't when I first experienced Victor's enormous cock,it was probably only a few weeks later while he and Curt were both fucking me. It wasn't something that I was aware of at the time. I was just happy to be getting good sex instead of sitting there lonely. I'm certain it was sub-conscious,but that's probably when I became obsessed with black men's penis's.(smiling,almost shyly) Not long after,when I was meeting one black guy after another,that probably reinforced it. If you're highly-sexed or whatever as I am,then black men are better sex partners than other men."
A question I've asked multiple times is when she thinks she became addicted to black sex,a fact that she didn't always readily accept. Her most recent answer is different from any answer she's given in the past.
"I think it was probably early on in Georgia. If it wasn't when I first experienced Victor's enormous cock,it was probably only a few weeks later while he and Curt were both fucking me. It wasn't something that I was aware of at the time. I was just happy to be getting good sex instead of sitting there lonely. I'm certain it was sub-conscious,but that's probably when I became obsessed with black men's penis's.(smiling,almost shyly) Not long after,when I was meeting one black guy after another,that probably reinforced it. If you're highly-sexed or whatever as I am,then black men are better sex partners than other men."
Great reading thanks, I remember when my wife became interested in black cock , lying sunbathing next to the pool in Fiji I noticed a pool attendant frequently walking past us , my wife unbenoticed to me had spread her legs showing of her body as she only had a g.string be kin I bottom on you can emagine what he was looking at.
I pretended to be asleep ,he checked me out thinking I was asleep he quickly flashed his huge cock , my wife smiled and blew him a kiss hen fingered her crouch.
Later in our room I told her that I saw what she did and asked would you like to have him , she kissed me and told me to organise it.
Next day I went to the pool and spoke to the attendant , at first he was nervous, but assured him all was ok , I told him thr room number and what time she will be there.
Drinking at the pool bar later that night I noticed him walking to his quarters , he waved and smilled ,I left the bar ,as I opened our room door she was still on the bed and looked totally fucked ,she smelt so good and was covered in cum , he cunt was so open and so was her ass , she sighed , then said that was the best fuck I have had in years please can I do this again.
I pretended to be asleep ,he checked me out thinking I was asleep he quickly flashed his huge cock , my wife smiled and blew him a kiss hen fingered her crouch.
Later in our room I told her that I saw what she did and asked would you like to have him , she kissed me and told me to organise it.
Next day I went to the pool and spoke to the attendant , at first he was nervous, but assured him all was ok , I told him thr room number and what time she will be there.
Drinking at the pool bar later that night I noticed him walking to his quarters , he waved and smilled ,I left the bar ,as I opened our room door she was still on the bed and looked totally fucked ,she smelt so good and was covered in cum , he cunt was so open and so was her ass , she sighed , then said that was the best fuck I have had in years please can I do this again.
That was the first time Lisa saw Marshall. She hadn't known when he was going to show up,but she knew he would be coming. She also knew a lot about him,including the fact that he was extraordinarily huge-hung. A mutual friend's description of Marshall told Lisa that Marshall's cock was in the same size category as Victor's and very few of the men she had experienced. He was well into the double-digits,a rarity even among black men.
Lisa's attitude matched that of the black soldiers in that she was committed to doing what she was expected to do and always ready to prove herself. She had gotten plenty of attention during the time she was sporting around pushing the stroller to shed her baby fat and daring to show as much of her body as she could,while obviously focusing her attention on the black men. My invitation confirmed that she was serious and not just teasing,and everything changed immediately. Lisa made the most of her popularity with black men,enthusiastically offering her body to each and every one who showed up at our door.
Lisa seemed even more turned on by Marshall's arrival than most. He was a particularly handsome young man,but I soon saw that that wasn't the only reason for Lisa's excitement.
Lisa seemed even more turned on by Marshall's arrival than most. He was a particularly handsome young man,but I soon saw that that wasn't the only reason for Lisa's excitement.
Lisa's elation after my invitation to the men was palpable and constant,both at home and and when she was out and about the post and town. Her smile and bouncy demeanor was evidence that she loved what she was doing,and her energy was amazing. She always dressed for men,going all-out at home,while doing her best to be as sexy as the weather and military dress code would permit when she was out. She enjoyed the knowing looks she got from men,and often responded with silent kisses or sometimes in more subtle ways. She thrived on such things and never let pass a chance to tell me about the attention she was getting. Lisa was again in her groove and gaining momentum. It was intended to be as much a repeat of her time in Georgia as possible,the difference being that little was left to chance. Lisa's desire to play exclusively with black men was made clear,first by her efforts as she strutted behind the stroller,and finally in my invitation to the black men to give her what she wanted.
I was proud of Lisa as I watched her with black men. She took their big cocks confidently and skillfully,making them completely disappear inside her pussy,and sometimes coming surprisingly close to doing the same with her mouth. I had seen enough to understand Lisa's attraction to black men,but I hadn't seen anything comparable to what she had described about Victor's cock and a couple of other men.
Lisa was unusually vocal as she pressed her half-naked body against Marshall's,pulling herself upward,hungrily accepting his tongue into her mouth.
I was standing in the far corner,still holding the sleeping baby. (I was being ignored as if I was invisible,which has been my preference throughout our time together. Lisa's wanting me to get closer and more involved sometimes now.)
It was obvious that Lisa was wildly horny,and I knew Marshall's hand was immediately soaked when I saw him grope Lisa's pussy as they kissed.
Lisa had formed a pattern of foreplay between the door and on the nearby couch. I noticed the exception to her pattern as she took Marshall's hand and led him directly into our bedroom. I stood still and listened for several minutes before I put the baby into the baby bed. When I leaned to look through the double-door entrance to our bedroom,I saw that Lisa was naked,sitting on the edge of our bed as she caressed and licked Marshall's enormous cock. My first thought upon seeing the size of it was "impossible",that it would be impossible to fit his cock inside my smaller than average wife. In searching for size comparison's Lisa uses her forearm. I can't think of anything that could more accurately describe the size of Marshall's cock,so I'll go with that. It was about the size of Lisa's forearm,but coal black with full foreskin intact.
As Marshall removed his shirt and stepped clear of his pants,which had fallen around his ankles while Lisa was slobbering all over his cock and nutsack,she moved up toward the head of the bed,smiling as she patted the mattress,signaling Marshall to lay down. I couldn't see his facial expression,but I knew he was happy to comply,undoubtedly having a good idea what Lisa had in mind. Thoughtfully laying onto the bed so that her ass was pointed to the ten o'clock position,making it easy for Marshall to reach her pussy with his hand.as well as giving me a good view of what she was doing,Lisa returned her mouth to Marshall's cock and balls. Being able to get only a fraction more than the tip Marshall's cock into her mouth didn't stop her from wetting the entire shaft with saliva,not just a display of her lust,but also practical lubrication.
I got only a split-second glimpse of a "Watch This" smile as Lisa rose and spun to position herself above Marshall,reaching to grasp the top portion of his cock,inserting the tip into her pussy. Without hesitation,she deliberately lowered herself onto his cock,taking more than the first half inside her before raising herself an inch or two,then sitting most of her weight onto it,forsing all but the last inch or two inside. As she moved her hips to and fro,sitting more solidly onto Marshall's huge cock,I noticed the glimmer of perspiration on her back and ass. I'd seen Lisa "work" several big cocks into her pussy,but nothing that compared to Marshall's. I knew she had it all when I saw her relax,sitting on the entirety of the giant shaft,savoring the feeling.
Marshall's hands,which had been holding onto Lisa's thighs,moved to her ass,squeezing full-handed as he pulled her firmly onto his cock.further confirmation of full penetration. I felt myself trembling and felt almost dizzy as I watched from my six o'clock position a few feet from them as they fucked.
I didn't hear Marshall say anything,but I heard Lisa's "OK" as she climbed off of Marshall to switch places with him. I watched her spread her legs widely to accommodate his missionary-style mounting and appreciated the contrast in both color and size of her hand and his cock as she guided it into her eager pussy again. I watched the involuntary hunching of her hips as he penetrated her deeply,then her clamping her feet onto his thighs as they gained rhythm and momentum. I recognized Lisa's orgasms as they began and heard her soft groans,as they along with the movement of her feet and toes confirmed multiple orgasms on her part. I saw Marshall tensing as he pushed ever harder into Lisa's open pussy and anticipated the visual evidence of his climax seconds before the white fluid overflowed from Lisa's pussy and streamed down her ass cheeks.
I was proud of Lisa as I watched her with black men. She took their big cocks confidently and skillfully,making them completely disappear inside her pussy,and sometimes coming surprisingly close to doing the same with her mouth. I had seen enough to understand Lisa's attraction to black men,but I hadn't seen anything comparable to what she had described about Victor's cock and a couple of other men.
Lisa was unusually vocal as she pressed her half-naked body against Marshall's,pulling herself upward,hungrily accepting his tongue into her mouth.
I was standing in the far corner,still holding the sleeping baby. (I was being ignored as if I was invisible,which has been my preference throughout our time together. Lisa's wanting me to get closer and more involved sometimes now.)
It was obvious that Lisa was wildly horny,and I knew Marshall's hand was immediately soaked when I saw him grope Lisa's pussy as they kissed.
Lisa had formed a pattern of foreplay between the door and on the nearby couch. I noticed the exception to her pattern as she took Marshall's hand and led him directly into our bedroom. I stood still and listened for several minutes before I put the baby into the baby bed. When I leaned to look through the double-door entrance to our bedroom,I saw that Lisa was naked,sitting on the edge of our bed as she caressed and licked Marshall's enormous cock. My first thought upon seeing the size of it was "impossible",that it would be impossible to fit his cock inside my smaller than average wife. In searching for size comparison's Lisa uses her forearm. I can't think of anything that could more accurately describe the size of Marshall's cock,so I'll go with that. It was about the size of Lisa's forearm,but coal black with full foreskin intact.
As Marshall removed his shirt and stepped clear of his pants,which had fallen around his ankles while Lisa was slobbering all over his cock and nutsack,she moved up toward the head of the bed,smiling as she patted the mattress,signaling Marshall to lay down. I couldn't see his facial expression,but I knew he was happy to comply,undoubtedly having a good idea what Lisa had in mind. Thoughtfully laying onto the bed so that her ass was pointed to the ten o'clock position,making it easy for Marshall to reach her pussy with his hand.as well as giving me a good view of what she was doing,Lisa returned her mouth to Marshall's cock and balls. Being able to get only a fraction more than the tip Marshall's cock into her mouth didn't stop her from wetting the entire shaft with saliva,not just a display of her lust,but also practical lubrication.
I got only a split-second glimpse of a "Watch This" smile as Lisa rose and spun to position herself above Marshall,reaching to grasp the top portion of his cock,inserting the tip into her pussy. Without hesitation,she deliberately lowered herself onto his cock,taking more than the first half inside her before raising herself an inch or two,then sitting most of her weight onto it,forsing all but the last inch or two inside. As she moved her hips to and fro,sitting more solidly onto Marshall's huge cock,I noticed the glimmer of perspiration on her back and ass. I'd seen Lisa "work" several big cocks into her pussy,but nothing that compared to Marshall's. I knew she had it all when I saw her relax,sitting on the entirety of the giant shaft,savoring the feeling.
Marshall's hands,which had been holding onto Lisa's thighs,moved to her ass,squeezing full-handed as he pulled her firmly onto his cock.further confirmation of full penetration. I felt myself trembling and felt almost dizzy as I watched from my six o'clock position a few feet from them as they fucked.
I didn't hear Marshall say anything,but I heard Lisa's "OK" as she climbed off of Marshall to switch places with him. I watched her spread her legs widely to accommodate his missionary-style mounting and appreciated the contrast in both color and size of her hand and his cock as she guided it into her eager pussy again. I watched the involuntary hunching of her hips as he penetrated her deeply,then her clamping her feet onto his thighs as they gained rhythm and momentum. I recognized Lisa's orgasms as they began and heard her soft groans,as they along with the movement of her feet and toes confirmed multiple orgasms on her part. I saw Marshall tensing as he pushed ever harder into Lisa's open pussy and anticipated the visual evidence of his climax seconds before the white fluid overflowed from Lisa's pussy and streamed down her ass cheeks.
Lisa has always gotten her kicks insisting that we sleep in our bed with the wet spots where she's been fucked,rather than changing the sheets. We'll put clean sheets on tomorrow. It's just something you have to tolerate when you marry a whore,she says.
Now,she wants me to get closer while she's being fucked by certain men. Participate,rather than just being a voyeur. It's what I have to do if I want to keep my sloppy seconds privilege.
Now,she wants me to get closer while she's being fucked by certain men. Participate,rather than just being a voyeur. It's what I have to do if I want to keep my sloppy seconds privilege.
Hi! Lisa here. Hubby forgot something important about me taking Marshall's cock. Those guys all knew who was really huge hung. They talked about women a lot,and some of them told me what other guys were saying about me. It was a big deal for some of them that I took all of Marshall's cock,because they didn't think I could do it. Everybody knowing I did was like some of those guys getting patches on their uniforms for achieving something special. It was something I was proud of. I can take cock. I took Marshall's many more times after that first time,and there were a few more really huge hung guys too.
