Sensible, forewarned is forearmed.
So, then we can assume had she been OK with it or at least not crazy jealous, you would have been happy to include him as well.
I would like to tell the stories of some of my wife's experiences
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Sensible, forewarned is forearmed.
So, then we can assume had she been OK with it or at least not crazy jealous, you would have been happy to include him as well.
If she had been OK with it or miles away,hell yes! He was as gorgeous as the rest of the family,but not worth getting killed for.
I've written a lot on here already,but not much detail about actual sex. Some of the hottest times I've had seem hard to find a way to describe in writing. No period in my life comes close to being as hot as the period we've just been writing about,but I'm struggling to identify particular events in that period that I can describe sufficiently to make interesting reading. A couple of other periods might offer some easier events to describe. Part of it was odd,maybe strange or weird in some people's opinion,but what the hell. I'm anonymous here.Please do! I'm sure I'm not the only one that would enjoy reading about them.
Honestly,my sex life has been all over the map in more ways than one. Geographically speaking,on two continents,and in multiple locations on both. Metaphorically speaking,times when I was all but overwhelmed by miles of dick all around me,and other times when I couldn't have gotten an inch if my life depended on it. So is life............ahhhhh
Age:26
Location:Germany
It was wintertime in southern Germany. My baby was only a few weeks old when my husband was unexpectedly pulled off his post as cadre and deployed. He had been gone for a month and I hadn't heard from him since he left. I didn't even know where he was. I watched the news on AFN every day to see if they mentioned a conflict anywhere. Nothing.
I had always known that I could be in such a situation. I knew the drill and I could survive. That was all I could expect. It wasn't fun. I had been to the commissary to buy baby supplies and a few groceries the day before and that normally small task had required far more effort than usual because of the weather and having a small baby.
The two young black men who had been my best friends for the past year and a half,and had often helped me with such things had been gone for several weeks too. They were happy that I had the baby before their ETS dates came. They got to see the baby the wagging tongues on post had been speculating would be black.
The possibility of me being totally alone like that had always existed,but it hadn't happened until then.
It was late morning. I had just put my baby back in the crib after breast feeding. I was wearing only my bathrobe when the doorbell rang. I had come straight from the shower to feeding the baby. I wondered who it could be. Everybody we had known well had left and we hadn't really made an effort to meet more people. I'm thinking,I look like hell. I was thankful that I had brushed my hair out immediately when I got out of the shower. My last thought before I opened the door was that despite my ragtag look,I smell nice.
He was in uniform,a senior NCO. My ******* chilled and I started to go faint in a split second as the most dreaded thought of all entered my mind. He must have seen my expression,because his first words were "Your husband's OK."
He called me by my name and explained that he was there to see if I needed anything,pointing out that the weather had been bad,and that he knew I had a small baby.
I invited him in and asked if he would like a *******. I quickly suggested that I could make coffee. Virtually all Army NCO's will ******* coffee at that time of day. After 5PM it's more likely to be beer or hard ******* for most of them.
As the coffee brewed,I explained that I had called a taxi to go to the commissary the day before and that I was well set as far as supplies. Then the small talk started about places and people we might both be familiar with. He had only been there for a few weeks,but had been in Germany twice before.
He was a handsome black man around forty years old. He wasn't good-looking in a smooth way,but rather rough cut. He was about six feet tall and medium built. His complexion was dark. He had more body hair than average,and was very muscular. I noticed how pronounced the muscles on his forearm were as I handed him his coffee.
It doesn't take much for me to become aroused in the presence of such a man. It doesn't now,and it certainly didn't then,after several weeks without sex. My hubby and my black friends had fucked me only a few times since I had the baby,then they were all gone.
He sat at the end of the couch as we talked. I had gotten up several times while making the coffee,and had gone to the crib to check the baby,walking past him each time. His ever-so-subtle observation of me as I moved around the apartment told me "maybe,just maybe",he might be interested.
He was divorced and lived on post. They had separate living quarters for single NCO's there. He had named several people on post,mostly senior NCO's who I had seen and recognized their names from seeing them on their uniforms,but there was really nobody left there who I knew well. All of our friends were gone.
I wasn't well prepared. I wasn't even dressed,and I knew I looked like hell. I had been working out and dancing some in the previous weeks. My baby fat was starting to come off,but I still had a long way to go. His excellent physical condition prompted me to mention mine apologetically,telling him that I had been making some effort to get back in shape,but that I knew I needed to do more. My comment about my body brought complimentary remarks and encouragement from him. It wasn't the perfect opportunity,but it was the only chance I had. If I didn't take advantage of this unexpected and slim chance to get some sex,I might not have gotten another chance at all for weeks or even months.
(to be continued)
I'm really sorry,but I have to finish this later. This is not intentional. There's something I have to get done that won't wait.
Location:Germany
It was wintertime in southern Germany. My baby was only a few weeks old when my husband was unexpectedly pulled off his post as cadre and deployed. He had been gone for a month and I hadn't heard from him since he left. I didn't even know where he was. I watched the news on AFN every day to see if they mentioned a conflict anywhere. Nothing.
I had always known that I could be in such a situation. I knew the drill and I could survive. That was all I could expect. It wasn't fun. I had been to the commissary to buy baby supplies and a few groceries the day before and that normally small task had required far more effort than usual because of the weather and having a small baby.
The two young black men who had been my best friends for the past year and a half,and had often helped me with such things had been gone for several weeks too. They were happy that I had the baby before their ETS dates came. They got to see the baby the wagging tongues on post had been speculating would be black.
The possibility of me being totally alone like that had always existed,but it hadn't happened until then.
It was late morning. I had just put my baby back in the crib after breast feeding. I was wearing only my bathrobe when the doorbell rang. I had come straight from the shower to feeding the baby. I wondered who it could be. Everybody we had known well had left and we hadn't really made an effort to meet more people. I'm thinking,I look like hell. I was thankful that I had brushed my hair out immediately when I got out of the shower. My last thought before I opened the door was that despite my ragtag look,I smell nice.
He was in uniform,a senior NCO. My ******* chilled and I started to go faint in a split second as the most dreaded thought of all entered my mind. He must have seen my expression,because his first words were "Your husband's OK."
He called me by my name and explained that he was there to see if I needed anything,pointing out that the weather had been bad,and that he knew I had a small baby.
I invited him in and asked if he would like a *******. I quickly suggested that I could make coffee. Virtually all Army NCO's will ******* coffee at that time of day. After 5PM it's more likely to be beer or hard ******* for most of them.
As the coffee brewed,I explained that I had called a taxi to go to the commissary the day before and that I was well set as far as supplies. Then the small talk started about places and people we might both be familiar with. He had only been there for a few weeks,but had been in Germany twice before.
He was a handsome black man around forty years old. He wasn't good-looking in a smooth way,but rather rough cut. He was about six feet tall and medium built. His complexion was dark. He had more body hair than average,and was very muscular. I noticed how pronounced the muscles on his forearm were as I handed him his coffee.
It doesn't take much for me to become aroused in the presence of such a man. It doesn't now,and it certainly didn't then,after several weeks without sex. My hubby and my black friends had fucked me only a few times since I had the baby,then they were all gone.
He sat at the end of the couch as we talked. I had gotten up several times while making the coffee,and had gone to the crib to check the baby,walking past him each time. His ever-so-subtle observation of me as I moved around the apartment told me "maybe,just maybe",he might be interested.
He was divorced and lived on post. They had separate living quarters for single NCO's there. He had named several people on post,mostly senior NCO's who I had seen and recognized their names from seeing them on their uniforms,but there was really nobody left there who I knew well. All of our friends were gone.
I wasn't well prepared. I wasn't even dressed,and I knew I looked like hell. I had been working out and dancing some in the previous weeks. My baby fat was starting to come off,but I still had a long way to go. His excellent physical condition prompted me to mention mine apologetically,telling him that I had been making some effort to get back in shape,but that I knew I needed to do more. My comment about my body brought complimentary remarks and encouragement from him. It wasn't the perfect opportunity,but it was the only chance I had. If I didn't take advantage of this unexpected and slim chance to get some sex,I might not have gotten another chance at all for weeks or even months.
(to be continued)
I'm really sorry,but I have to finish this later. This is not intentional. There's something I have to get done that won't wait.
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I don't remember the exact words that were spoken. I made my best attempt to get our conversation about physical condition as personal as I could. I know it seems counterintuitive that I would want to do that in the shape that I was in. I think I reasoned that the short length of time since giving birth was explanation enough for my condition,and that if I was successful in seducing him that he was going to see all of my physical flaws anyway.
Maybe I lured him into making the right statement,or maybe he thought of it on his own. He had been looking at me in the way I was hoping he would for a few minutes when he finally said something to the effect that he would consider it a treat to get a good look at my body. I stood up,stepped in front of him,untied the belt on my bathrobe and dropped it on the floor. I turned to both sides,then around as he looked at me,finally stating the obvious. "I'm still sixteen pounds above my normal weight. It's going to take me another couple of months to get it off and get my muscle tone back."
I had seen him looking at my tits while I was still wearing my bathrobe. They've always been big in proportion with my size. Still carrying the extra baby fat and lactating,they were bigger and heavier than ever before.
He sat there on the couch,half-smiling,maybe unsure whether to trust me or the situation. A fuck up with a half-wit Army wife could cause a good man a lot of trouble,and this man was too close to his pension for that. I think I could read his mind.
I stepped quietly around the corner to peek in on the baby. When I returned a few seconds later,I leaned over him and spoke softly into his ear. "You don't have to worry about me. I'm not an idiot who would cause trouble for you or anyone else,and my husband will be OK with this." I took his hand with one of mine and made a motion with he other that we had to be quiet,then led him to my bed.
I'm not finished. Gotta go again. I'll finish this asap.
Maybe I lured him into making the right statement,or maybe he thought of it on his own. He had been looking at me in the way I was hoping he would for a few minutes when he finally said something to the effect that he would consider it a treat to get a good look at my body. I stood up,stepped in front of him,untied the belt on my bathrobe and dropped it on the floor. I turned to both sides,then around as he looked at me,finally stating the obvious. "I'm still sixteen pounds above my normal weight. It's going to take me another couple of months to get it off and get my muscle tone back."
I had seen him looking at my tits while I was still wearing my bathrobe. They've always been big in proportion with my size. Still carrying the extra baby fat and lactating,they were bigger and heavier than ever before.
He sat there on the couch,half-smiling,maybe unsure whether to trust me or the situation. A fuck up with a half-wit Army wife could cause a good man a lot of trouble,and this man was too close to his pension for that. I think I could read his mind.
I stepped quietly around the corner to peek in on the baby. When I returned a few seconds later,I leaned over him and spoke softly into his ear. "You don't have to worry about me. I'm not an idiot who would cause trouble for you or anyone else,and my husband will be OK with this." I took his hand with one of mine and made a motion with he other that we had to be quiet,then led him to my bed.
I'm not finished. Gotta go again. I'll finish this asap.
I hope I haven't created the impression that there was anything casual about my mood and my attitude with that Master Sergeant. There wasn't. I was very needy. Desperate is probably a more accurate description. My heart was pounding,and I was trembling with anticipation when we got to the bedroom.
As I pulled the covers down on the bed,he started undressing. I could feel his gaze on me for the few seconds I had my back toward him. In that moment I felt that familiar feeling that I always get when black men look at me with desire. I love that feeling! I miss it a lot when I don't feel it for a while.
He still seemed a little anxious by the time he was naked,but thankfully he seemed as interested in my tits as I was in his cock. I soon learned that he was a devout tit man and that my lactating was a big plus for him. I'll usually take any advantage with a man when it's gifted to me,so when I realized what he was getting at about not wanting to deprive the baby of nourishment,I tried to make it as easy for him as I possibly could. I told him that that wasn't anything to be concerned about,that I'd been wearing sweatshirts most of the time and having to change several times each day because they were getting soaked with my breast milk. I could tell when I said that that it had a stimulating affect on him. I didn't see any reason not to let him try anything he wanted to try with my tits or my breast milk and I told him that. I told him that I had never been in that condition before. This was my first baby and it was all new to me.
I was laying on my back with two pillows under my head and shoulders and he was laying on his side next to me as we explored each other's bodies. His cock was out of my line of sight as he licked,sucked,and fondled my tits,but I managed to reach it with my hand and get a good feel of it gradually getting bigger in my hand. He looked even blacker naked than he had in his uniform. His cock was as black as coal,as black as any I've seen. It appeared less thick than it was because of it's length. I felt my body shutter as I looked at it and realized how deeply I was going to be penetrated. Cocks that long always give me that sensation that makes me question if they're going to fit into me. I've had enough experience with the really big ones to know that they all fit,but that last couple of inches still puts that question in my mind if I'm going to need to climb the headboard to escape.
I'm generally not a person who gets into extended foreplay. I'm usually too impatient to wait for very long to get a man's cock in me. For that very reason,and because I might have been afraid that the baby would wake up before we could finish,I might have wanted to hurry. I wasn't in a hurry,because what he was doing with my tits felt uniquely wonderful. In all honesty,my tits aren't usually extremely sensitive. I use them to my advantage,and I love that men like them. But there's usually nothing extremely stimulating about a man playing with my tits. I little pinch or nibble of the nipples feels good and makes them perk up,but there are much more sensitive spots on other parts of my body. I don't know if it was because he loved tits so much and was therefore so much better at what he was doing than most men,or if my lactating had something to do with it,but it felt oh so good! He extracted enough milk from them to make them feel less tight,and when his mouth was on my nipples,it felt as if they were wired to my pussy. I've never felt anything like that.
I was so wet and wanting when he finally slipped his cock into me that it easily went all the way in very quickly. It's very hard to be quiet when you get ten to eleven inches of cock put into you with no more than three pushes. I buried my face in his chest and clamped myself around his body to keep from screaming. It hurt a little,but it felt so good that I was whimpering,crying with joy. He reacted like men always react. He paused because he though something was wrong. I assured him that nothing was wrong and pleaded with him to keep going. He was doing exactly what I wanted and needed him to do.
I love sex with black men. It rarely takes more than the suggestion from the right man for me to be ready to fuck and I always enjoy it.
There are times when it's far more than a casual interest. Sometimes I really need it badly. That day in Germany when my doorbell rang was one such time. That was one of the most gratifying sexual experiences of my life.
As I pulled the covers down on the bed,he started undressing. I could feel his gaze on me for the few seconds I had my back toward him. In that moment I felt that familiar feeling that I always get when black men look at me with desire. I love that feeling! I miss it a lot when I don't feel it for a while.
He still seemed a little anxious by the time he was naked,but thankfully he seemed as interested in my tits as I was in his cock. I soon learned that he was a devout tit man and that my lactating was a big plus for him. I'll usually take any advantage with a man when it's gifted to me,so when I realized what he was getting at about not wanting to deprive the baby of nourishment,I tried to make it as easy for him as I possibly could. I told him that that wasn't anything to be concerned about,that I'd been wearing sweatshirts most of the time and having to change several times each day because they were getting soaked with my breast milk. I could tell when I said that that it had a stimulating affect on him. I didn't see any reason not to let him try anything he wanted to try with my tits or my breast milk and I told him that. I told him that I had never been in that condition before. This was my first baby and it was all new to me.
I was laying on my back with two pillows under my head and shoulders and he was laying on his side next to me as we explored each other's bodies. His cock was out of my line of sight as he licked,sucked,and fondled my tits,but I managed to reach it with my hand and get a good feel of it gradually getting bigger in my hand. He looked even blacker naked than he had in his uniform. His cock was as black as coal,as black as any I've seen. It appeared less thick than it was because of it's length. I felt my body shutter as I looked at it and realized how deeply I was going to be penetrated. Cocks that long always give me that sensation that makes me question if they're going to fit into me. I've had enough experience with the really big ones to know that they all fit,but that last couple of inches still puts that question in my mind if I'm going to need to climb the headboard to escape.
I'm generally not a person who gets into extended foreplay. I'm usually too impatient to wait for very long to get a man's cock in me. For that very reason,and because I might have been afraid that the baby would wake up before we could finish,I might have wanted to hurry. I wasn't in a hurry,because what he was doing with my tits felt uniquely wonderful. In all honesty,my tits aren't usually extremely sensitive. I use them to my advantage,and I love that men like them. But there's usually nothing extremely stimulating about a man playing with my tits. I little pinch or nibble of the nipples feels good and makes them perk up,but there are much more sensitive spots on other parts of my body. I don't know if it was because he loved tits so much and was therefore so much better at what he was doing than most men,or if my lactating had something to do with it,but it felt oh so good! He extracted enough milk from them to make them feel less tight,and when his mouth was on my nipples,it felt as if they were wired to my pussy. I've never felt anything like that.
I was so wet and wanting when he finally slipped his cock into me that it easily went all the way in very quickly. It's very hard to be quiet when you get ten to eleven inches of cock put into you with no more than three pushes. I buried my face in his chest and clamped myself around his body to keep from screaming. It hurt a little,but it felt so good that I was whimpering,crying with joy. He reacted like men always react. He paused because he though something was wrong. I assured him that nothing was wrong and pleaded with him to keep going. He was doing exactly what I wanted and needed him to do.
I love sex with black men. It rarely takes more than the suggestion from the right man for me to be ready to fuck and I always enjoy it.
There are times when it's far more than a casual interest. Sometimes I really need it badly. That day in Germany when my doorbell rang was one such time. That was one of the most gratifying sexual experiences of my life.
I thought it too cliché to emphasize black men's cock size to the degree that it's a major factor in my stories. Hubby says Hell No! If it's your account of a real experience and it was a factor when whatever happened happened,then you should emphasize it to whatever degree it was important.
OK. That was a big factor with Andy and all those guys when I went on that trip with him. Andy wasn't a small guy,but he wasn't huge either,except for his cock. He was kinda tall,maybe 6',3",broad-shouldered and big,but not huge. His cock was over 11" and thick. His closest two brothers in age,one younger and the other older,looked very much like him,and their cocks were almost identical. I was amazed!
None of his cousins or the other guys were as big as Andy and his brothers,but none were a lot smaller either. I've never seen so many big dicks on a percentage basis anywhere before or since then. I was wide open with them. I told them how much I loved them and encouraged them to keep doing whatever they were doing to make those things grow like that!
OK. That was a big factor with Andy and all those guys when I went on that trip with him. Andy wasn't a small guy,but he wasn't huge either,except for his cock. He was kinda tall,maybe 6',3",broad-shouldered and big,but not huge. His cock was over 11" and thick. His closest two brothers in age,one younger and the other older,looked very much like him,and their cocks were almost identical. I was amazed!
None of his cousins or the other guys were as big as Andy and his brothers,but none were a lot smaller either. I've never seen so many big dicks on a percentage basis anywhere before or since then. I was wide open with them. I told them how much I loved them and encouraged them to keep doing whatever they were doing to make those things grow like that!
Thankfully,that Master Sergeant came back to check up on me many more times after that first time. Our relationship eventually led to me connecting with several more men,all of whom were senior NCO's and quite a lot older than I was at the time. It worked that way for me several times in the Army years. The multiplier effect of meeting friends of friends has been good for me since then too,including recently,but it was a much bigger factor for me in the Army days than at any time since then. The number of available men was much more favorable for a woman at most Army posts than in a lot of other places,and there were far fewer obstacles to complicate my ability to take advantage of that. Later on I had a lot more work and family responsibilities,demands on my time,and issues with privacy.
We just had the most hilarious discussion here. We were talking about so many of my best memories being from the Army days. My hubby pointed out the fact that he was the one who was in the Army,and started comparing some of his memories of the Army days to mine. Most of mine are much better than his! You want to talk about contrasts...........I remember getting an amazing amount of great sex. He remembers getting the shaft a lot!
Each of us understands the other's point of view being different and the reasons why. We came to the conclusion that he should try to forget most of his memories of the Army days and we can both share mine.
Each of us understands the other's point of view being different and the reasons why. We came to the conclusion that he should try to forget most of his memories of the Army days and we can both share mine.
My hubby and I have spent a lot of time over the past several weeks talking about good times(sex) in the past. For whatever reason,we've never done that before. We've had conversations about similar things to what we've written on here,but it has always been a relatively short conversation now and then,and that's all. I'm shocked that there's so much that he's never known. I've always been as open and honest with him as I know how to be. I've tried to fill in the details for him after the fact,about what has happened when he was away. The only explanation I have for all the things I haven't told him is that there are only 24 hours in each day,7 days in each week and so on. We've always had too much in front of us to have enough time to spend talking about the past and cover all the details. We're trying to catch up now. I'm using this blog as an exercise to revive some memories that I've forgotten,and I think it has been marginally effective. I appreciate the interest several people have expressed on here,and I welcome any comments and questions that anyone has. That's what got me to really thinking intensely about some things I hadn't thought about in ages. I'm flattered by that interest and some very generous compliments. I'm happy that some of my naughtiness can entertain people. That said,I can't compete with some of the material I've read on this site. I've only read a few stories,but enough to know there are people on this site whose writing ability is so much better than mine that it's intimidating for me to think about it. I'm going forward with the idea that this is a good thing for my hubby and me. I have the opportunity to expose as much about my naughtiness as I want without actually exposing myself or making myself vulnerable in any way.
Another thought is that some of the things I've seen in my short time knocking around on this site is that there's stuff on here that makes me look like a girl scout.
Maybe I'm not naughty enough. There's a novel thought!
I love that!
Another thought is that some of the things I've seen in my short time knocking around on this site is that there's stuff on here that makes me look like a girl scout.
Maybe I'm not naughty enough. There's a novel thought! I love that!
I can't keep calling my Black Knight and rescuer the Master Sergeant. There were a number of them around there,but only one of him. I wish I could use his real name. I liked his name. It was unusual and it fit him well. I'll just call him George. He would find humor in that if he knew.
George got me through the winter. He wasn't with me as much as I would've liked. It wasn't like at the post in the states where we lived beside Curt. We were off post there,and it was a large Army Fort. That small Kaserne,as it was called in Germany had the atmosphere of a small town. George had to use some caution and discretion while my husband wasn't there. It was almost three months before I heard from him and it was almost five full months before I saw him again. It's fucked up how a place that isn't significant enough for a mention in most eighth grade geography classes can suddenly consume tens of millions of dollars of manpower and risk so many lives. That's all I'll say about that.
Sex? My sex was different than it had been in the past,but I had a sex life. My baby was never in danger of being under-nourished. My baby could never consume all of my milk anyway. When I was alone with my baby for a day or two,my tits were tight and heavy enough to cause some discomfort for me,however minor,and there was a wet mess in the laundry. On days when George visited me,my tits felt light and heavenly,not only for that day,but well into the next day too. George made me feel good. I liked everything George did to my body. His treatment of my tits is something that no other man has ever matched,and his deep probing of my pussy was up there with the best I've ever had too. I didn't get sex as often as I would've liked,and certainly not as often as I have at other times in my life,but when I got fucked,I got it good!
George got me through the winter. He wasn't with me as much as I would've liked. It wasn't like at the post in the states where we lived beside Curt. We were off post there,and it was a large Army Fort. That small Kaserne,as it was called in Germany had the atmosphere of a small town. George had to use some caution and discretion while my husband wasn't there. It was almost three months before I heard from him and it was almost five full months before I saw him again. It's fucked up how a place that isn't significant enough for a mention in most eighth grade geography classes can suddenly consume tens of millions of dollars of manpower and risk so many lives. That's all I'll say about that.
Sex? My sex was different than it had been in the past,but I had a sex life. My baby was never in danger of being under-nourished. My baby could never consume all of my milk anyway. When I was alone with my baby for a day or two,my tits were tight and heavy enough to cause some discomfort for me,however minor,and there was a wet mess in the laundry. On days when George visited me,my tits felt light and heavenly,not only for that day,but well into the next day too. George made me feel good. I liked everything George did to my body. His treatment of my tits is something that no other man has ever matched,and his deep probing of my pussy was up there with the best I've ever had too. I didn't get sex as often as I would've liked,and certainly not as often as I have at other times in my life,but when I got fucked,I got it good!
I know I'm not the only person who has taken a strong position based solely on emotions without considering whether or not it was logically the right position to take. I've always found most gossip distasteful,based on the assumption that there's malicious intent by most of the people who spread it. We hadn't gotten settled into our quarters in that place in Germany before we were subjected to a barrage of gossip about various people on post. First impressions are a significant factor in my view of people and communities. I made mental notes about each person who told me a sensitive and potentially harmful bit of information about someone else,reasoning that if they would talk behind someone else's back in such a manner,that they would undoubtedly talk behind my back to others too. We made an extra effort to choose our friends carefully there.
I'm not finished.I'll have to finish later.
I'm not finished.I'll have to finish later.
Where was I? Where am I? We like to consider ourselves semi-retired. It's great in theory,but sometime chaos still reigns. We do have more time for ourselves and each other than in the past,but still......
We met some really good people there,and tried to avoid the people we didn't trust as much as possible. We had some good times and good sex with several couples and singles too. They were mostly white. There was one black couple for a brief time and four single black guys that I can remember at this moment. Two of the single black guys were the closest friends I had in the first couple of years there. Having that experience with the white couples there helped me to realize how much I preferred to concentrate exclusively on single black men as much as possible. There was nothing wrong with any of them,except some jealousy on the part of two people that wasn't a big problem,but enough to make me a little uncomfortable at moments. I've been with a few white couples and men since then,but not many. I just prefer single black men. Sometimes it's OK if they're married too. Very few wives are OK with their husbands fucking other women,regardless of what the men might tell you. If I know their wives are a safe distance away and that the chance of them finding out is small,I'll usually pretend to believe what married men tell me.
We met some really good people there,and tried to avoid the people we didn't trust as much as possible. We had some good times and good sex with several couples and singles too. They were mostly white. There was one black couple for a brief time and four single black guys that I can remember at this moment. Two of the single black guys were the closest friends I had in the first couple of years there. Having that experience with the white couples there helped me to realize how much I preferred to concentrate exclusively on single black men as much as possible. There was nothing wrong with any of them,except some jealousy on the part of two people that wasn't a big problem,but enough to make me a little uncomfortable at moments. I've been with a few white couples and men since then,but not many. I just prefer single black men. Sometimes it's OK if they're married too. Very few wives are OK with their husbands fucking other women,regardless of what the men might tell you. If I know their wives are a safe distance away and that the chance of them finding out is small,I'll usually pretend to believe what married men tell me.
It's amazing for me to look back and see how predictable many things have been in hindsight. It certainly didn't look so simple and predictable then. Those few years in Germany weren't what I usually consider to be part of my best years. When I break it down into the separate periods that were distinctly different,separate,and clearly defined by very different situations,it wasn't such a bad time overall. I'll try to describe some of the details in the next few days.
Please do!
I will. It will take me a day or two,but I will. Thank you for being interested enough to be interested!
Wow. All I can say hot damn, awesome stories!! My wife and I will be talking anout these for ages. Thanks, guys.
As I read your exciting blog, it's obvious you've been with a number of different black men, many of them numerous times, but if you don't mind me asking,.. to your knowledge, have you ever been any of the black guys first white woman..? You may have mentioned it in one of your blogs and I apologize if I don't remember but it would be interesting to know if you've been many "first's" so to speak, especially the time you went to visit Andy's family..? And if so, was it a little more exciting knowing you were being a black guys first... I ask that because I've heard from a lot of black guys who find it's extra special to recruit, or as some of them put it "break in another white woman to black cock" and just wondering if it's the same feeling for you. As for me, I found it to be somewhat exciting to be a guys first.. lol
Thank you and you're welcome! It's very flattering to me that others are interested in me.
