I would like to tell the stories of some of my wife's experiences
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Lisa mentioned something yesterday that caused me to question whether or not I had explained something from her perspective about the situation as it was when she went black. It's about contrasts. The contrast of skin colors is one of the most prominent factors in the appeal of black/white sex. That became relevant from Lisa's perspective several weeks,actually a couple of months after she became involved in sex with black men.
The first contrast that was a major positive for Lisa was the reality of the situation in contrast with the low expectations she had of what her life would be like after we moved there,and I left for my training. That Victor,Curt,then the others were there for her as men was a huge uplifting factor for her,and it all took shape incrementally. She had expected that at best she might find another Army wife or two to make friends with,and they could be miserable together,and at worst,she would be miserable by herself. The contrast between her expectations and reality was huge and all positive.
At first,there was just Victor. Curt wasn't there when we moved in. He lived there,but he wasn't there for two or three weeks. Victor was a great guy and a good friend. He ended up being a great sex partner too,but Lisa had to really make an effort to make that happen.
Curt and Lisa had a slight spat at first,but they got it behind them quickly,and Curt was easy for her to get along with from then on.
Then,after Victor moved out and the other guys started showing up,and they were all black,is when the black/white contrast became a factor for Lisa. There were so many of them,all black,one after another,and they all greeted her with interest. That's when Lisa took notice of the IR factor. She was like..........they're all hot!.......They're all black,......every one of them,.........and they all seem to like me immediately! YEAH!!! I like black men. YESSS!!!!!!
The first contrast that was a major positive for Lisa was the reality of the situation in contrast with the low expectations she had of what her life would be like after we moved there,and I left for my training. That Victor,Curt,then the others were there for her as men was a huge uplifting factor for her,and it all took shape incrementally. She had expected that at best she might find another Army wife or two to make friends with,and they could be miserable together,and at worst,she would be miserable by herself. The contrast between her expectations and reality was huge and all positive.
At first,there was just Victor. Curt wasn't there when we moved in. He lived there,but he wasn't there for two or three weeks. Victor was a great guy and a good friend. He ended up being a great sex partner too,but Lisa had to really make an effort to make that happen.
Curt and Lisa had a slight spat at first,but they got it behind them quickly,and Curt was easy for her to get along with from then on.
Then,after Victor moved out and the other guys started showing up,and they were all black,is when the black/white contrast became a factor for Lisa. There were so many of them,all black,one after another,and they all greeted her with interest. That's when Lisa took notice of the IR factor. She was like..........they're all hot!.......They're all black,......every one of them,.........and they all seem to like me immediately! YEAH!!! I like black men. YESSS!!!!!!
I hope this is interesting enough to write. It's informative for anybody who's interested in
Lisa. It's from a discussion we had earlier.
Lisa's up to something sexy as I write this. It's not something I'll be able to see,because she's not here,but I might have something to share later if it's OK with Lisa. She's much more interested in sharing stories about her past than anything that's current,but we'll see.
What she said: "I wish I could remember more about what clothes I was wearing when certain things happened. I didn't have a lot of clothes. I only had a couple of dozen items that I wore regularly. They were all simple,and I guess you would say that most of them were skimpy. OK. I had three pairs of denim shorts,two of which I wouldn't go out in,so yes,those were skimpy
One pair of white shorts that were denim too. They were very short,but not unacceptable to wear in public. I had three or four pairs of athletic shorts. The ones I liked best were a blue pair with white pin stripes. They were probably too short to wear in public,but I wore them out sometimes anyway. I didn't wear panties with any of those shorts,because the panties would show through. I think I'm starting to understand your point here I only remember three skirts,no four. Two blue denim mini's,one of them ultra-short. One white denim mini,and the one blue floral print with the wide elastic waistband. All,but the one ultra-mini were OK for public wear. I guess my tops were what was really skimpy. I wore semi-sheer tank tops and crop tops most of the time. I had them in several colors,but I had a couple of white ones that I wore the most. I had a half dozen dresses,or less. I had the one little black dress that I wore for you and the guys on special occasions,a couple of summer dresses that I wore occasionally,and a more formal dress that I never wore. That's about it,except for jeans,jackets,shoes and boots. Most days there,I wore shorts or skirts,and the same tops with both. If I knew for sure that I wasn't going out of the apartments,sometimes I only wore a top and thongs. It depends. You ask if I looked in my closet or clothes drawer and picked anything particular to wear to entice the men. I CHOSE EVERYTHING THAT WAS IN THERE WITH THAT IN MIND! IT HAD TO BE COMFORTABLE AND SEXY,OR IT WOULDN'T HAVE GONE IN THERE!"
Lisa. It's from a discussion we had earlier.
Lisa's up to something sexy as I write this. It's not something I'll be able to see,because she's not here,but I might have something to share later if it's OK with Lisa. She's much more interested in sharing stories about her past than anything that's current,but we'll see.
What she said: "I wish I could remember more about what clothes I was wearing when certain things happened. I didn't have a lot of clothes. I only had a couple of dozen items that I wore regularly. They were all simple,and I guess you would say that most of them were skimpy. OK. I had three pairs of denim shorts,two of which I wouldn't go out in,so yes,those were skimpy
One pair of white shorts that were denim too. They were very short,but not unacceptable to wear in public. I had three or four pairs of athletic shorts. The ones I liked best were a blue pair with white pin stripes. They were probably too short to wear in public,but I wore them out sometimes anyway. I didn't wear panties with any of those shorts,because the panties would show through. I think I'm starting to understand your point here I only remember three skirts,no four. Two blue denim mini's,one of them ultra-short. One white denim mini,and the one blue floral print with the wide elastic waistband. All,but the one ultra-mini were OK for public wear. I guess my tops were what was really skimpy. I wore semi-sheer tank tops and crop tops most of the time. I had them in several colors,but I had a couple of white ones that I wore the most. I had a half dozen dresses,or less. I had the one little black dress that I wore for you and the guys on special occasions,a couple of summer dresses that I wore occasionally,and a more formal dress that I never wore. That's about it,except for jeans,jackets,shoes and boots. Most days there,I wore shorts or skirts,and the same tops with both. If I knew for sure that I wasn't going out of the apartments,sometimes I only wore a top and thongs. It depends. You ask if I looked in my closet or clothes drawer and picked anything particular to wear to entice the men. I CHOSE EVERYTHING THAT WAS IN THERE WITH THAT IN MIND! IT HAD TO BE COMFORTABLE AND SEXY,OR IT WOULDN'T HAVE GONE IN THERE!"
OK,let's see here. He remembers what I say pretty well,and quotes me word for word most of the time. I'm impressed by that. One comment on the statement that all of those black men liked me immediately. That was said in a moment of enthusiasm. I think it was true of that time and place and of those guys. I think I do hit it off with black men in general,but I won't say that all black men like me immediately. That would be a stretch,but I do well with black men,and I'm glad.
Nothing happened today. I had lunch with a friend of a friend. I don't move as fast as I did a few years back. Sometimes maybe,but not today.
I'm in a good mood today,and I've gotten some compliments on here that just flatter the hell out of me,so it's tempting for me to write something I was telling the hubby that he should write. But,I think people should finish what they start. If I just take over and start writing those stories here,he'll just sit back and let me do it. I know him!
Nothing happened today. I had lunch with a friend of a friend. I don't move as fast as I did a few years back. Sometimes maybe,but not today.
I'm in a good mood today,and I've gotten some compliments on here that just flatter the hell out of me,so it's tempting for me to write something I was telling the hubby that he should write. But,I think people should finish what they start. If I just take over and start writing those stories here,he'll just sit back and let me do it. I know him!
This happened just before the hubby got home for the first time after the schools. Several of us went out for dinner. We were in two cars. There were five or six guys and me. I don't remember what I wore that night,probably a skirt and tank top. I usually wore my most modest clothes on such occasions. My most modest clothes probably weren't modest,but it wouldn't have mattered. I got a lot of hard stares anyway,but I just tried to ignore them. We went to a local restaurant that was like an IHOP,but it was a locally owned place. After everybody had eaten,and was just sitting there talking,I went to the bathroom. When I was on my way back to the table,one of the guys approached me and asked me about coming over the next day. I didn't catch every word he said,because he was talking fast and softly. I thought he said something about somebody coming with him,and I just said OK.
I remember these guys names,but I won't use them. I guess I should use fictitious names.
I haven't tried to write anything more than short notes and emails in a long time,and I was never that good at story writing in school. If my writing sucks,I'm sorry.
Hubby says for me to write like I'm talking. I can't write or type as fast as I can talk,but I'll try.
Our apartments were both on the second floor,across a open corridor from each other,and they were the only two apartments on that floor at that end of the building. There was another corridor and another two apartments just like ours at the opposite end of the building. It was a good layout for privacy. Our end of the building was next to a small wooded area,and at a corner of the development too. They had several empty apartments to choose from,and we chose that one for privacy. That was a great choice we made. It made all the difference in how my time went there. The neighbors and the privacy combined made it like paradise for me.
I had just gotten a ******* out of the fridge when I heard the car pull up,two car doors open and close,and two sets of footsteps coming up the stairs.
I remember what I was wearing because of how everything happened in the next minutes. I was wearing denim shorts,a pair that I didn't wear in public,a white tank top with spaghetti straps,with no bra or panties. I wasn't wearing panties because I didn't have any clean ones. I was down to only two or three pairs of panties because the guys had been taking my panties for souvenirs. I had never heard of guys doing that,but GI's can come up with a lot of things you don't see anywhere else. They made it up to me. When I protested,they bought me more and much nicer ones than the ones they had taken. Some of those went missing later too,but I still had plenty
Travis introduced Carl,then stepped behind me next to the small dining table where I was standing. As Carl took my hand and smiled,Travis reached around my shoulders with both hands,took both of my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers at the same time,and gently pinched and twisted them,making them erect and more visible through my top.
I knew Travis was giving Carl a demonstration of how cooperative I was,so I helped by leaning back against him and reaching for his cock and squeezing it through his pants.
We made a point of not wasting time. We talked openly about that. We talked openly about almost everything,and especially about sex. It was a completely different world from anything that I've ever known outside of the Army and the cliques that existed there. That one,which consisted of a group of a couple of dozen guys,more or less as people came and went,and me,was different from any others I was ever familiar with. We went by a different set of rules. It wasn't unusual for a guy to just ask me straight out if I wanted to fuck,or just take my hand and make a motion toward a bedroom.
Travis moved his hands to the snap and zipper on my shorts and undid them. They fell straight to the floor and I was butt naked from my waist down in front of Carl,who I had just met less than ten minutes before,and who's just a little shy. Travis asked where my panties were and I told him they were stolen. We were laughing,Travis because he was guilty of stealing my panties,and me because I'm laughing at Travis' phony innocent act,and partly because I was getting really horny,and sometimes I laugh when I'm horny. I guess I'm weird in that way,but I do. I think Carl was a little nervous,but he was smiling and checking me out,so I just threw myself at him and kissed him with everything I had,almost knocking him over in the process. Once started,I don't usually stop. I went for Carl's cock,dropping and sucking him right there by the dining table. He was big,maybe nine inches with an upward curve. I already knew Travis was bigger than average too. Oh happy day!
I'm sure I was going for the finale right there,but after a while I felt Travis pulling at me and saying that we should go to the bedroom. Carl got me from behind on my knees in bed while I sucked Travis' cock at first,but they fucked me in every common position that two men can stuff a woman with cock in. We didn't try a lot of fancy acrobatic sex positions that I've seen demo's for,and I was always thankful for that. I'm not apposed to trying new and unusual things now and then. I just don't see the sense in being unnecessarily uncomfortable.
I remember these guys names,but I won't use them. I guess I should use fictitious names.
I haven't tried to write anything more than short notes and emails in a long time,and I was never that good at story writing in school. If my writing sucks,I'm sorry.
Hubby says for me to write like I'm talking. I can't write or type as fast as I can talk,but I'll try.
Our apartments were both on the second floor,across a open corridor from each other,and they were the only two apartments on that floor at that end of the building. There was another corridor and another two apartments just like ours at the opposite end of the building. It was a good layout for privacy. Our end of the building was next to a small wooded area,and at a corner of the development too. They had several empty apartments to choose from,and we chose that one for privacy. That was a great choice we made. It made all the difference in how my time went there. The neighbors and the privacy combined made it like paradise for me.
I had just gotten a ******* out of the fridge when I heard the car pull up,two car doors open and close,and two sets of footsteps coming up the stairs.
I remember what I was wearing because of how everything happened in the next minutes. I was wearing denim shorts,a pair that I didn't wear in public,a white tank top with spaghetti straps,with no bra or panties. I wasn't wearing panties because I didn't have any clean ones. I was down to only two or three pairs of panties because the guys had been taking my panties for souvenirs. I had never heard of guys doing that,but GI's can come up with a lot of things you don't see anywhere else. They made it up to me. When I protested,they bought me more and much nicer ones than the ones they had taken. Some of those went missing later too,but I still had plenty
Travis introduced Carl,then stepped behind me next to the small dining table where I was standing. As Carl took my hand and smiled,Travis reached around my shoulders with both hands,took both of my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers at the same time,and gently pinched and twisted them,making them erect and more visible through my top.
I knew Travis was giving Carl a demonstration of how cooperative I was,so I helped by leaning back against him and reaching for his cock and squeezing it through his pants.
We made a point of not wasting time. We talked openly about that. We talked openly about almost everything,and especially about sex. It was a completely different world from anything that I've ever known outside of the Army and the cliques that existed there. That one,which consisted of a group of a couple of dozen guys,more or less as people came and went,and me,was different from any others I was ever familiar with. We went by a different set of rules. It wasn't unusual for a guy to just ask me straight out if I wanted to fuck,or just take my hand and make a motion toward a bedroom.
Travis moved his hands to the snap and zipper on my shorts and undid them. They fell straight to the floor and I was butt naked from my waist down in front of Carl,who I had just met less than ten minutes before,and who's just a little shy. Travis asked where my panties were and I told him they were stolen. We were laughing,Travis because he was guilty of stealing my panties,and me because I'm laughing at Travis' phony innocent act,and partly because I was getting really horny,and sometimes I laugh when I'm horny. I guess I'm weird in that way,but I do. I think Carl was a little nervous,but he was smiling and checking me out,so I just threw myself at him and kissed him with everything I had,almost knocking him over in the process. Once started,I don't usually stop. I went for Carl's cock,dropping and sucking him right there by the dining table. He was big,maybe nine inches with an upward curve. I already knew Travis was bigger than average too. Oh happy day!
I'm sure I was going for the finale right there,but after a while I felt Travis pulling at me and saying that we should go to the bedroom. Carl got me from behind on my knees in bed while I sucked Travis' cock at first,but they fucked me in every common position that two men can stuff a woman with cock in. We didn't try a lot of fancy acrobatic sex positions that I've seen demo's for,and I was always thankful for that. I'm not apposed to trying new and unusual things now and then. I just don't see the sense in being unnecessarily uncomfortable.
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I think you mentioned a couple times that when you arrived at the guys place, there was sometimes a girlfriend or two with one of the guys but I'm curious to know if you ever took any other Army wife to one of your parties.. or introduced her into having sex with any of your black lovers.. And if so, would you be willing to share how it went. I really enjoy reading about other girls "recruiting" other white women into black guys..
Everything was so totally different in that place and time than anything I know of now. I don't remember any reference to cuckoldry in that time. It was swinging and open marriages. I think I was an anomaly at that time. It was a confluence of factors that resulted in me going all black. The location of the two apartments,semi-secluded in that corner next to the woods was one. Curt was probably the most instrumental in the situation because of the way he was,his personality and his willingness to share me with the other guys. I think most men in Curt's position would've chosen to use his neighbor's wife for his own and kept me to himself. That would've been perfectly fine with me. I was so happy not to be alone and to have cock available to me that it wouldn't have mattered if it was one,two,or dozens.
There were only a few times when guys showed up with wives and girlfriends. I was like a fixture there,and I didn't feel like any woman who came there had a favorable perception of me. There were only two that I can remember ever coming back there after their first time,and we never got to be friends. That caused me to question then if I had a personality defect in regard to relating to other women. I've gotten along well with other women in various places since. It must have been the situation.
I don't think I'm a person to have any great influence on other women. I'm not a leader or a follower. I just kinda do my own thing in my own way. I have a few close friends,but none I share everything with. Not recently.
I was more intimate with some Army wives later on,in two other places we lived,one in Europe and one here in the states. There was one in particular who I was close to when we both had small children who was horny x 1000,and especially for black men. Her husband was a jealous asshole. I know she was afraid of him,which is always bad. She would've loved to get fucked by black men,but she never did during the time that I knew her. She,and several Army wives were influential in introducing me to black men. It's odd to think back on how different things were socially back then. I was known in several small circles to have "black experience",so I was often introduced to black friends. It worked to my favor on multiple occasions,but it's very strange to think about in today's mindset.
There was one who kinda fits into your description. It happened much later,after we were out of the Army. I was in my early forties. I didn't recruit her. She was a swinger and a slut already. She came to visit me for two weeks during a time when I was in high cotton as they say in the south. I knew plenty of single black men and I shared. It went well then and we repeated it a year or so later. It was fun,but it's hard to think about her because she was..never mind. I'll think about whether I can separate the good times with her from the self-centered bitch she turned out to be later.
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This made me think a lot. I'm still not sure if I have a complete answer. If that question applies only to the early years that we've been referring to the most the answer is an easy no. I was always the only woman who got it there. All of the others who were there were only there for brief periods of time.
We were involved with at least two formal swinging groups in other places,plus a couple of other small,informal groups. They were mixed race groups,mostly white,but with some mixed race married couples,as well as interaction between black,white,Hispanic,Asian,and a variety of people from all over. That's what you get in the Army,people from everywhere. Some polarization happens naturally,but there's a lot of interaction of all sorts too,including sexually.
It's hard for me to say truthfully and with certainty whether I've invited a woman to a party to get her blacked or not. (except for the one,and I'll get to that) I'm not the kind of person who tries to persuade anyone else to do anything just because it's what I like. I think the answer is still no,if I understood you correctly. There's a period of time when I was thirty-ish that I'm not sure about. It was here in the states,at the last place we were stationed before leaving the Army. There were several of us who were very close for a couple of years. I was closer to a couple of them than any other women I've ever known,other than family members. We shared a lot of secrets. We talked a lot about men and sex. I can verify that two of them were responsible for getting me laid on multiple occasions. One of them was the one I mentioned earlier who would've loved to be fucked by black men. As far as I know,she never fucked anybody besides her husband for as long as we were in contact with each other. I would bet that their marriage didn't last,and if she ever got the chance,she got blacked. Two of the others,I'm not sure about. I can say for sure that I didn't recruit them for black men. But they both did me favors and I'm sure I did them some. I might have been responsible for getting them fucked by black men. I can't remember for sure.
The other woman I mentioned earlier was a friend when I was in my early forties. She was two years younger than me and had been involved in swinging for several years before we met. She had been curious about IR sex for years,but for whatever reason hadn't tried it. She knew about my preference for black men. We arranged for her to spend two weeks with me during my first summer as an empty nester. I was going all out for black sex again at that time,after years of doing what I had to do as a working mom,mostly without. So yes,I set her up to be blacked,at her own request,and she got all she wanted for two weeks. She returned the favor when I visited her a few months after that,and she came back to visit me again the next year. It was fun. I don't want to say any more about her. What happened later had nothing to do with men or sex. She hurt me and disappointed me badly.
I'm wondering why this blog is important enough for me to be sitting here considering it over my morning coffee,why it has occupied as much of my mind as it has in the past several days,and why it's important for me to make myself as clear as possible to people who are as anonymous to me as I am to them.
The only answer that I've been able to come up with is that maybe this is an exercise to sort some things out for myself that I otherwise wouldn't take time to think about. Reminiscing has been wonderful If there's one thing that's gotten my attention the most,it's that thinking back over things past are a strong reminder of how short life is.
A couple of things I feel a need to clarify,for some reason. I'm flattered than some people are interested enough to want to know about my life. I'm probably a little more naughty than average,but I'm very ordinary. Maybe these things are ways for us to gauge how different we are from each other and how much we're the same.
Our involvement in swinging over the years has been off and on,and more or less on the fringes,as opposed to in depth long term involvement like some other people we've known. Much of what we've participated in has been with smaller groups of couples and singles,informally,playing,swapping,setting each other up with friends,etc. I tend to think of all naughty adult activity as swinging. I guess that really projects my age,but that's already out there,and I'm anonymous
Even aside from sex,I usually prefer to hang out with men over women. I've been very close to several women in my life. More than one of the women who I've been close friends with have said the same thing,that they generally prefer to spend time with men. What does that say about us? I'm not a psychologist. I have no idea.
Children are challenging to care for,and they make it hard to find playtime between spouses,let alone get any extra sex. That necessity brought me close to the best female friends I've ever had. We helped each other with the children,vented our concerns and shared our joy. We also set each other up with friends,often our hubby's single buddies,and took care of each others ******* while we got some naughty sex
Although I've enjoyed some things with other couples,my main attraction has always been single black men. I'm not un-yielding on that. I might meet another couple or a non-black man today who might tempt me to make an exception. I've done that before,and I might do it again,but that's what it is,an exception.
I still enjoy sex with my hubby too. It's something altogether different,of course. I won't spend time explaining my position on that. We all have our different feelings and perspectives,and if a person's is very different from mine,he or she wouldn't understand mine anyway. Have a great day everybody!
The only answer that I've been able to come up with is that maybe this is an exercise to sort some things out for myself that I otherwise wouldn't take time to think about. Reminiscing has been wonderful
If there's one thing that's gotten my attention the most,it's that thinking back over things past are a strong reminder of how short life is.A couple of things I feel a need to clarify,for some reason. I'm flattered than some people are interested enough to want to know about my life. I'm probably a little more naughty than average,but I'm very ordinary. Maybe these things are ways for us to gauge how different we are from each other and how much we're the same.
Our involvement in swinging over the years has been off and on,and more or less on the fringes,as opposed to in depth long term involvement like some other people we've known. Much of what we've participated in has been with smaller groups of couples and singles,informally,playing,swapping,setting each other up with friends,etc. I tend to think of all naughty adult activity as swinging. I guess that really projects my age,but that's already out there,and I'm anonymous
Even aside from sex,I usually prefer to hang out with men over women. I've been very close to several women in my life. More than one of the women who I've been close friends with have said the same thing,that they generally prefer to spend time with men. What does that say about us? I'm not a psychologist. I have no idea.
Children are challenging to care for,and they make it hard to find playtime between spouses,let alone get any extra sex. That necessity brought me close to the best female friends I've ever had. We helped each other with the children,vented our concerns and shared our joy. We also set each other up with friends,often our hubby's single buddies,and took care of each others ******* while we got some naughty sex
Although I've enjoyed some things with other couples,my main attraction has always been single black men. I'm not un-yielding on that. I might meet another couple or a non-black man today who might tempt me to make an exception. I've done that before,and I might do it again,but that's what it is,an exception.
I still enjoy sex with my hubby too. It's something altogether different,of course. I won't spend time explaining my position on that. We all have our different feelings and perspectives,and if a person's is very different from mine,he or she wouldn't understand mine anyway. Have a great day everybody!
I think Lisa's been doing great writing. She doesn't agree.
She's sitting right here across from me,and I'm about to write whatever she tells me to write. Everything that's coming directly from Lisa will be in quotation.
"I'm OK writing statements,just general stuff and my thoughts,opinions,whatever. When I try to write stories,describe things that happened,my stories fall flat. You keep saying that it's the same as when I talk and you type what I'm saying. It's not. I can't relax and just talk when I'm sitting there trying to type what I'm trying to say. It just doesn't come out right. I'm going to be repeating some things you say,kinda quoting you and agreeing with you,so please do this for me. Be nice,OK?"
"I've been luckier than I expected to be in several situations during all of our moving around,but nothing could ever compare to those early years. I couldn't have foreseen what happened there. If I could've,I wouldn't have had the courage to get into it. It happened the only way it could've happened. It was necessary for me to keep getting hotter one step,one day at a time for me to be able to take it. You like to say that Victor,Curt and the crew broke me in. That's literally what happened there in the most basic terms. I was far from being a virgin when we got there,but in comparable terms,I might as well have been. There's fucking,then there's.....no..that's way beyond what most women can even imagine. Every woman who would want that should have some kind of similar opportunity,but I don't think many do............or even realize what's possible."
"Another thing you've said before,and you mentioned something about it on here. I read it. Yeah,you're right sometimes You said that I became a woman there. I really did. It's not like bragging. I can look back and remember how I was,how I felt,what I thought when we got there,and I was much more mature and had more finesse after some time there. A lot of great sex can do miracles for a girl Maybe it was just time anyway,but the sex sure helped No,really. I know there was a big difference in me during that time. I was already thinking baby,but I knew I needed to get some education that would help me earn some money first."
"I don't know if you mentioned here that we stayed there almost a full year longer than we expected to stay. That was like a bonus year for me I felt like staying there forever,but I knew that wasn't possible. Curt and the guys from the fire department were the only ones still there who were there the whole time. All of the active duty guys had rotated,a couple of times over really. Always fresh *******. MMmmm...fresh cock"
"It was during that last year that I had one of the hottest experiences that I had during that time,and it didn't happen there. This guy,I'll call him Andy. He had been there for at least a year. Sex with him was even better than with a lot of the other guys. There was some good chemistry between us. He hung out with me in the afternoons,because he was on duty at night a lot. We talked about everything imaginable and played Scrabble for hours sometimes. He was from a medium-sized city in a nearby state. It was a little more than half a day drive from where we were. He invited me to go there with him when he went home on leave,and I went. He had brothers and cousins and homies galore! I was spoiled rotten. I lived in what was a literal paradise for me. It wasn't fancy,but I had everything I needed. I didn't think it could possibly get any better. For two weeks and two days,it was almost better. I liked where I lived better as a place to live,but for that two weeks and two days OMG!"
"Andy had been telling me about these two strip clubs near his hometown that were close together and very competitive. They had an amateur hour competition every Friday and Saturday night. I learned later that it was kind of gimmicky,because they would often have professional dancers planted in the audience who were new hires,re-hires,auditions,and the like. It was supposed to be all-amateur,but there were only a few real amateurs there. It was my chance. I just wanted to do it. I'd been dancing on that octagon table for the guys at Curt's for three years. I just wanted to know what it would feel like to get on a real stage,shake my ass,and get butt-naked in front of a crowd of men. IT WAS FANTASTIC! It was surreal,like a fantasy. The manager offered me a job! Of course I had to turn it down. I didn't want to be a dancer,although I had thought about it half-seriously before,and I thought about it again a few years after that. But no. I really didn't want to be a dancer. I liked doing it for fun. I didn't want to do it for money. I went back the next weekend to do it again before we left. I got some tips and we got to keep it. Mine came in handy for gas money to get back home,because we had spent all our money partying. We were broke. Can I say I was a professional dancer for two nights,two weekends? Why not? I got paid for dancing It would take hours and dozens of paragraphs to detail how they fucked me for that time,especially the last three or four days. We knew that was the only time we had. Most of them were remarkably like Andy in manner and some even in looks,because they were his brothers and cousins. I loved the time I spent with them. I've never been treated better or fucked better than I was in that two weeks and two days"
She's sitting right here across from me,and I'm about to write whatever she tells me to write. Everything that's coming directly from Lisa will be in quotation.
"I'm OK writing statements,just general stuff and my thoughts,opinions,whatever. When I try to write stories,describe things that happened,my stories fall flat. You keep saying that it's the same as when I talk and you type what I'm saying. It's not. I can't relax and just talk when I'm sitting there trying to type what I'm trying to say. It just doesn't come out right. I'm going to be repeating some things you say,kinda quoting you and agreeing with you,so please do this for me. Be nice,OK?"
"I've been luckier than I expected to be in several situations during all of our moving around,but nothing could ever compare to those early years. I couldn't have foreseen what happened there. If I could've,I wouldn't have had the courage to get into it. It happened the only way it could've happened. It was necessary for me to keep getting hotter one step,one day at a time for me to be able to take it. You like to say that Victor,Curt and the crew broke me in. That's literally what happened there in the most basic terms. I was far from being a virgin when we got there,but in comparable terms,I might as well have been. There's fucking,then there's.....no..that's way beyond what most women can even imagine. Every woman who would want that should have some kind of similar opportunity,but I don't think many do............or even realize what's possible."
"Another thing you've said before,and you mentioned something about it on here. I read it. Yeah,you're right sometimes
You said that I became a woman there. I really did. It's not like bragging. I can look back and remember how I was,how I felt,what I thought when we got there,and I was much more mature and had more finesse after some time there. A lot of great sex can do miracles for a girl Maybe it was just time anyway,but the sex sure helped No,really. I know there was a big difference in me during that time. I was already thinking baby,but I knew I needed to get some education that would help me earn some money first.""I don't know if you mentioned here that we stayed there almost a full year longer than we expected to stay. That was like a bonus year for me
I felt like staying there forever,but I knew that wasn't possible. Curt and the guys from the fire department were the only ones still there who were there the whole time. All of the active duty guys had rotated,a couple of times over really. Always fresh *******. MMmmm...fresh cock""It was during that last year that I had one of the hottest experiences that I had during that time,and it didn't happen there. This guy,I'll call him Andy. He had been there for at least a year. Sex with him was even better than with a lot of the other guys. There was some good chemistry between us. He hung out with me in the afternoons,because he was on duty at night a lot. We talked about everything imaginable and played Scrabble for hours sometimes. He was from a medium-sized city in a nearby state. It was a little more than half a day drive from where we were. He invited me to go there with him when he went home on leave,and I went. He had brothers and cousins and homies galore! I was spoiled rotten. I lived in what was a literal paradise for me. It wasn't fancy,but I had everything I needed. I didn't think it could possibly get any better. For two weeks and two days,it was almost better. I liked where I lived better as a place to live,but for that two weeks and two days OMG!"
"Andy had been telling me about these two strip clubs near his hometown that were close together and very competitive. They had an amateur hour competition every Friday and Saturday night. I learned later that it was kind of gimmicky,because they would often have professional dancers planted in the audience who were new hires,re-hires,auditions,and the like. It was supposed to be all-amateur,but there were only a few real amateurs there. It was my chance. I just wanted to do it. I'd been dancing on that octagon table for the guys at Curt's for three years. I just wanted to know what it would feel like to get on a real stage,shake my ass,and get butt-naked in front of a crowd of men. IT WAS FANTASTIC! It was surreal,like a fantasy. The manager offered me a job! Of course I had to turn it down. I didn't want to be a dancer,although I had thought about it half-seriously before,and I thought about it again a few years after that. But no. I really didn't want to be a dancer. I liked doing it for fun. I didn't want to do it for money. I went back the next weekend to do it again before we left. I got some tips and we got to keep it. Mine came in handy for gas money to get back home,because we had spent all our money partying. We were broke. Can I say I was a professional dancer for two nights,two weekends? Why not? I got paid for dancing
It would take hours and dozens of paragraphs to detail how they fucked me for that time,especially the last three or four days. We knew that was the only time we had. Most of them were remarkably like Andy in manner and some even in looks,because they were his brothers and cousins. I loved the time I spent with them. I've never been treated better or fucked better than I was in that two weeks and two days"
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It would take hours and dozens of paragraphs to detail how they fucked me for that time,especially the last three or four days. We knew that was the only time we had. Most of them were remarkably like Andy in manner and some even in looks,because they were his brothers and cousins. I loved the time I spent with them. I've never been treated better or fucked better than I was in that two weeks and two days
I've got time ... just sayin'
Like I mentioned before, it's exciting when you think back and remember different experiences like the one's you had with Andy (or whomever he was).. If you don't mind me asking, did Andy tell you in advance that he was going to be sharing you with his brothers, cousins and other homies, or was it something you expected or surprised when you got there. Also, the strip club you danced at, was it mainly a club full of other black guys or did it have a lot of whites also... and if so, is this where you had sex with some of his other homies..? I'm still amazed at how free you were with everyone but at the same time, I getting to understand how sexually excited you became with meeting different black guys... fascinating...
Thank you! It's Lisa. I'm the only one here who's awake. I haven't had as much time to spend on this blog as I'd like,considering how much time I've spent thinking about the memories it has stirred. I remember things that get me heated up thinking about it. Remembering it my mind is one thing. Putting it into words to describe well enough for other people to read and be able to visualize based on my words is quite another. I wish I felt capable of doing that,but I'm afraid I don't.I've got time ... just sayin'
Thank you! I'm not used to using fictitious names of people or places,and I've come close to dropping the real names of both already. Yes,I knew that Andy wanted to share me with those guys. They were just better and there were more of them than I expected.
That was a big club where I danced. I was a little intimidated by the size of the crowd. There were a lot of black guys there. There was a pretty big group there who were part of Andy's entourage,plus a lot more. It was a mixed crowd,but I think more whites than blacks. There was no touching allowed. We got a stern warning about that before we were allowed to go on stage,and had to sign a paper saying that we understood and would follow the rules. We couldn't touch customers and they couldn't touch us. All that really didn't affect me because I just danced on stage,then left. Some of those girls weren't really amateurs. They were there to make money and did lap dances after they came off stage. That's where the no touch rule was important. They told us that there were vice cops in the audience who would arrest us if we fucked up. I didn't want that anyway. I could do all the lap dances I wanted to do at Curt's without the rules. I wanted that brass pole to swing on and a big crowd,just to see how it felt. It felt great for that couple of times! Having to do it to make money would've spoiled the fun for me.
I had a motel room for the. I really don't want to get into all those details. Andy's mom didn't know I was married. She didn't approve as it was,and she would've been really upset if she had known everything. She was a really nice woman and I would've enjoyed getting to know her under different circumstances.
I was in the habit of being free with everybody. It goes without saying that what I did was risky and would be much more dangerous now. I made a conscious decision early in my friendship with Curt to take on any and all of his friends,as long as they treated me well. A lot was implied,but we actually talked in depth about it and made verbal agreements. I had absolutely no idea what I was doing in the beginning. If I would've known what I was getting into I would've been scared to death!
There's a thought that I haven't been able to clearly communicate yet. It has to do with how everything started,then built into something bigger. It was laid back and manageable? I'm not sure if that's the right word,but it was low key for the first couple of months. I was enjoying being a provocative slut. I was getting good results for my efforts and enjoying every minute of it.
There was some trepidation on the part of a few of the men about me being married. It hadn't been a big obstacle for most of them,but it was mentioned a few times in a way that irritated me. I decided to put on a show for everybody when my hubby came home from what he's been calling the badass schools. I was eager to show off for him anyway,because I knew he would be pleased and excited about what I was doing. He wouldn't have to worry about our joke about me sitting around watching soap operas and eating bonbons becoming a reality. I was certainly doing better than that!
In all of my enthusiasm I might have gone a bit too far in the way I provoked some of the men. Soon after that,momentum started building. I was feeling like the situation was out of control. I had moments when I wanted to stop it because I felt like it was reaching a point where I couldn't take any more. But my own desires were increasing too. I don't think there's science to support my theory,but it seemed that my body responded to sexual activity by increasing my libido to match it in the same way perspiration increases in reaction to heat in the air. I was out of control too. I don't know how to describe what that first few months was like. It was crazy. It wasn't every minute of every day,but I spent a truly unbelievable amount of every day and night with a cock inside me,and often more than one at a time. I'm afraid if I could adequately describe it,it would be taken as a gross exaggeration by many people anyway. Can I say this? You would've just had to have been there. After a few months,outrageous became the norm,and that's how it was for the remainder of my time there.
I've been thinking about that time with Andy and those guys,what happened,and how to describe it in some detail. I'm not sure if the reality of the way it happened is appropriately exciting to tell as a story as it was for me to experience it. I hope I'm not disappointing a lot of people and ruining fantasies by saying this,but in my experience reality often isn't appropriately staged to make a good story.
During the time we were there,I met all of Andy's brother's,three of whom were single,and one who was married(and off limits to me),several of his cousins and some of his closest friends. The number of men is enough to make me blush now,all these years after it happened,and I don't blush easily. We spent part of our time together in groups of four or five to more than a dozen. There was no group sex beyond several threesomes. The guys cooperated very well with each other,getting me away from the rest for an hour or two here and there,one and two guys with me at a time. Some of it was in a motel room,and there was a house and two different apartments where they took me too. That went on constantly for over two weeks,but during the last four days it was more like straight from one to the other without as much non-sex activity in between. It's probably not that exciting to read about,although it could undoubtedly be much more interesting if I was a better story teller. Believe me when I say that having all them between my legs and up inside me was very exciting for me!
I'll be first to admit that I was embarrassingly immature and awkward in the beginning. I purposely put myself in the position I was in,and even when it got challenging,I still felt good that I was doing what I really wanted to do. At first I was simply delighted to have a better option than being alone. Sometime later,probably around the second month into it,I started to realize what a really fantastic opportunity I had. Then came several months when it was physically very challenging,enough to give me moments of doubt. That's really all,just moments. I think I took it really good,and at another point,maybe six months into it,I had it. I was broke in and conditioned to take what had first seemed like extreme fucking. Considering that all my sex partners were hard-bodied black men who ranged from average hung to really big to a few swinging some serious salami,I felt pretty good about my ability to handle it. I was willingly being used as a fuck doll,sperm receptical,cum dump,and maybe a few other names I can't think of at this moment,but I was treated very good,like a queen in many respects. Most of those guys were really young too. I learned a lot about men from them and I like to think that they learned a lot about women from me. Some of them were just casual friends,good for a good sport fuck now and then,and that was OK. Others,like Andy became very close friends and lovers who I cherished every minute of my time with.
I danced every day,releasing years of pent up desires. After all of my time as a young,dancing in front of my mirror,I finally got my nerve up to go for it. Those few guys who applauded my first attempts will never know how uplifting their response was for me. I got plenty of practice,and I became a very good erotic dancer.
I'll toot my own horn a bit and say that by the time my second year there rolled around,I was above average in my maturity and finesse. In my mind,I was fine-tuned sexually,and I still think I was justified in thinking that. We did some light role playing,just for fun. I had my Little Vixen lines. "You need your balls drained,do you? Well,you've got the right girl. Come here big guy. I can handle that for you." I don't think I was a terrible bitch. I hope not. I think I'm a nice person. I try to be. We all have egos,and mine was well-inflated at that point. How could it not be? Having so many fine-ass,hard-bodied,GI's around me,pampering me,squeezing me,pounding me....
By the time I went home with Andy I was at the top of my game. I was a proficient dancer with sufficient finesse for virtually any situation with men.
The one thing I didn't handle well was the situation with Andy's mom,but I still don't know what I could've done differently. You can't win them all.
I danced every day,releasing years of pent up desires. After all of my time as a young,dancing in front of my mirror,I finally got my nerve up to go for it. Those few guys who applauded my first attempts will never know how uplifting their response was for me. I got plenty of practice,and I became a very good erotic dancer.
I'll toot my own horn a bit and say that by the time my second year there rolled around,I was above average in my maturity and finesse. In my mind,I was fine-tuned sexually,and I still think I was justified in thinking that. We did some light role playing,just for fun. I had my Little Vixen lines. "You need your balls drained,do you? Well,you've got the right girl. Come here big guy. I can handle that for you."
I don't think I was a terrible bitch. I hope not. I think I'm a nice person. I try to be. We all have egos,and mine was well-inflated at that point. How could it not be? Having so many fine-ass,hard-bodied,GI's around me,pampering me,squeezing me,pounding me....By the time I went home with Andy I was at the top of my game. I was a proficient dancer with sufficient finesse for virtually any situation with men.
The one thing I didn't handle well was the situation with Andy's mom,but I still don't know what I could've done differently. You can't win them all.
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Curious as to why Andy's married brother was "off limits". Did you not allow married guys to share in the fun or was it a reason specific to him?
Andy warned me before we got there that his sister-in-law was extremely jealous. He said that she would be watching to see if there was so much as an eye contact between his brother and me for more than a second,and if there was,she would make a big deal of it. Andy said the bitch was nuts. (His words,not mine)
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I've been thinking what specific things I can remember that people on this blog would be interested in reading about if I could describe them well enough. There are some. I just haven't written much of anything in so long that I'm having a hard time getting started. If I can find the time when I'm in the right mood and can do it without distractions,I would like to try.
