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

[seldomseen]

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

I've been told on several occasions that I was the first white woman. I remember it being flattering and I'm sure it added extra excitement too. I'll need some time to try to recall specific times when that happened. You always ask questions that require significant thought for me to answer. Thank you!

 

[seldomseen]

There's some background I'll need to cover when I get more time that will explain why I got as much attention as I got that day.

It was at the beginning of my first summer as a mom. The Volks Fest was going on,and it was our first such outing as a family. I was almost down to the same weight as I was before I got pregnant. It was a sunny and windy Saturday. I was wearing jeans that were very tight and feeling good about being able to get them on and fastened. My hubby was carrying our baby for most of the time we were out,leaving me free to stroll around freely,a luxurious feeling for me. Life was going well,and I felt good. My hubby had been home for several weeks. George had seemed uncomfortable at first,but the two of them hit it off good from the beginning and I was actually seeing George more often than while my hubby was away.

We met up with George during the day,and while he was with us,several black men he obviously knew well greeted him. He introduced us and some of them hung out with us off and on during the day. It wasn't like they were openly lusting for me or anything like that,but it was welcome attention for me. I hadn't gotten that much attention from multiple black men in some time,and I really enjoyed it. All of them were near George's age,maybe fifteen years or so older than I was. I don't remember any real flirting going on,but I was "friendly",and I'm sure everybody knew I was enjoying the attention. It wasn't a big thing,but it was enough to get mentioned in the gossip circle. I had changed my attitude enough about that that I wasn't concerned about it anymore.

 

[seldomseen]

It was through George that I learned more about the gossip that circulated about me. There were far more stories than I had realized. Most had an element of fact in them and were finished off with fiction created in the mind of whoever made them up. If I had heard them any other way I might have been annoyed. Hearing them from George,I was amused. At some point I started feeling pleased by those stories being out there. Whenever I would get interested looks from black men on post and in situations like that day at the Volks Fest,I would wonder what they had heard about me. Those lustful looks always did a lot for me. If the rumors made it happen more,there was actually a positive aspect to them.

 

[seldomseen]

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

I always want men to like me and be impressed with me as a woman and a sex partner. That's never more important to be than when I'm with a man for the first time. In the early days at Curt's I had several black guys tell me that I was their first white woman,and I wouldn't be surprised if there were more who just didn't mention it to me. At the age we were then,most of us didn't have a vast amount of sexual experience. I think I had more experience that most of the guys I was with after I was there for a while,because I was such a slut to begin with and the number of them gave me virtually unlimited opportunity. When guys told me I was there first white woman,it was an indication that that aspect of our sex was new and potentially exciting for them. I've always been glad to take any advantage that I can get. When the color of my skin is a novelty for a man that might give me an advantage,it's a freebee that I'm glad to accept.

You mentioned Andy and my wonderful vacation with him in particular. I'm certain that Andy was one of the guys who told me I was his first white woman. I think one of his brothers and at least one of his homies told me that too. I just hope that they were as impressed and pleased with me as they seemed to be

That's the best that I can describe how I feel about that. You might get a completely different answer from the next woman you ask that question to. I'm wondering if it might be different for me in some way if it happened again now that I'm older. If it does,I'll try to let you know.

I suspect that it's much different for a black man with a white woman who hasn't had a black cock before.

 

[seldomseen]

I had a unique intimate relationship with George. No other man ever did what he did. My hubby tried it,and quickly decided to leave it to George and the baby. George had the physical appearance of a hard man,hard enough to walk through a wall. He was one of the most gentle men I've ever known,at least in the way he treated me. I've already said this,but it deserves repeating. I enjoyed everything that George ever did to my body,including some that nobody else ever did,and I probably wouldn't have wanted any other man to do. He was really hung too. I've had a few who were bigger than George,but not that many,and few who were much bigger.

After my hubby got home and got settled into his regular job again,being gone for between two to three weeks,then being at home for about an equal length of time,I had it better than I had since I was pregnant. George came around more often than he had before,both while my hubby was home,and when he was gone. I wasn't sex-starved by any stretch of the imagination. Speaking of imagination. It was mine that was at play in a strong way at that time. As I've already said,I have a very active imagination in regard to sex. I'm also prone to getting hung up on an idea or a particular aspect of a situation. The gossip that had been such a negative for me from the time when we moved there had turned into a source of stimulation for me at the time of the Volks Fest. It wasn't the first or the last time I've gotten myself all worked up thinking about what men might be thinking about doing to me,but it was a time when that kind of thought was stronger than at most times I can remember.

My anonymity is making me feel free to tell things about myself here that nobody besides me,my hubby,and the men who were involved have ever known. Part of my experience might seem weird or kinky to some people. Maybe it has been,but as long as everybody who's involved does what they want to do and enjoys doing it,why not? I've never done anything where I or anybody I was involved with was in danger of being harmed. At some point,I'll try to write about the time leading up to and during my pregnancy. Much of that time was unexpectedly hot for me.

 

[seldomseen]

Hubby just said that I'm doing a better job than he could since I took over this blog. I didn't take over this blog. He told me that a lot of people would like to hear about my experiences told from my perspective. It was hard for me to get started,but once I did,it has felt good to do that. He can write anything he wants on here at any time. I don't think he's necessarily right that I've been doing a better job than he was.

 

[willsrvu]

I'd say the two of you make a pretty good team.

 

[seldomseen]

I'd say the two of you make a pretty good team.

Thank you! We've been having hours long conversations about some things that happened quite a long time ago. He sat down hours later,and even the next day a couple of times and quoted things I said word for word. If only he would pay attention like that all the time. I'm just kidding. I know he'll read this. I'm giving him a hard time because that's what I do to keep him on his toes. Seriously,if it's about me and sex,he's always paying attention. He always has,and he's totally supportive. I couldn't ask for better.

He'll probably be writing more soon. I've had some good times recently that he wants to tell about on here. If it's going to be told anytime soon,he'll have to do it. I'm a little weird about it. I haven't been having any problem telling anything and everything that happened years ago,except figuring out how to describe it. Telling about anything that's recent is different. I feel like I would be in betrayal in some way if I do. I know it's just in my head. Writing anonymously on a blog is the same about current things as it is about things that happened in the past. I've given it a lot of thought and decided that it's alright if my hubby writes about some current things. I just can't do it. I know that sounds stupid. Oh well.

 

[willsrvu]

Whatever you are comfortable with.

 

[seldomseen]

Things stayed much the same through most of that summer in Germany. My hubby was on his regular schedule. George was with me often. My baby was healthy and growing. Life was good.

George was telling me all the rumors he heard on post about how I had been before he got there. The rumors were always centered on how I liked playing around with black men and had been all over the place with black men,being with them more than with my hubby. It was partly true,but it had been the same two young black men who were with me every time anyone had seen me with black men since I had gotten there. Many of those stories made it sound like I had been fucking half the black men on post. I found myself wishing that some of the rumors had been true.It sure sounded like I had been having a lot more fun than I had actually had time for. George was apprehensive about being seen alone with me because of his rank and position in the Army,but he still went here and there with me during the day sometimes. I often felt like I was being watched. I hoped I was right. I liked that feeling and I liked even more when I got an occasional lustful stare or knowing smile from a fine black man. I was limited as to what I could do then,compared to what it had been like before my pregnancy,and especially compared to what it had been like at Curt's. It being difficult to be naughty made me want to do it even more. I was out walking my baby in the stroller as often as I could when the weather was nice. Sometimes my hubby or George was with me,and sometimes I was alone.

 

[seldomseen]

I walked on post and off,through the old historic town and it's parks,taking in the scenery and thoroughly enjoying the warm weather. Summers there were short. I was determined to finish recovering from my baby body before it got cold again,and the more interest I could attract from black men the better. I didn't know if there was much chance that I would be approached by a seriously interested man,but I was ready for it if the right man came along. My confidence wasn't as high as it had been three years earlier when I danced at the strip club. Two relatively inactive winters in Germany and having a baby had taken a toll on my body,but I was recovering.

I got smiles and greetings from all kinds of people who got used to seeing me on a regular basis,as well as some encouraging looks from a few black men. I was friendly with everybody,but I paid particular attention to attractive black men. Nothing went any farther than looks,smiles and greetings until one day when I walked past a tall,well-built black man who had his back toward me as I walked past him. He was standing in an observation area that over-looked the thousand-year-old historic district. I had noticed him because judging from my view of his back side,he was a perfect example of what I looked for in a man. When I was a few steps past him,I heard him call my name as if it were a question. I turned and found myself facing a big,gorgeous black man about my age. He obviously knew me. As he called my name again and told me he wasn't sure if I was me,I recognized his voice. It had been six years since I had last seen him,in my first year at Curt's. I'll call him James,since I'm already on the British monarchy theme. He had been a bean pole the last time I had seen him. He had been tall,dark and good-looking back then,but skinny. He wasn't skinny anymore! He had filled out perfectly. We hugged for a long time,then walked slowly around the old town as we caught up on each other's lives. He hadn't been there long,less than a month. He eventually asked me a question. I can't remember his exact words,but the point of his question was whether or not I still had sex with other men. I explained a few ways that my life was different than it had been back then,and told him that if his asking me that question was an indication that he was interested,that we were on. He was,and we went straight to my apartment.

My husband wasn't due to be home until the end of the next week. George had developed a pattern of coming at certain times,so I didn't expect him until the following day. James and I had catching up to do,and we had the rest of that day and all night to get a good start on it.

James smiled as he watched me feeding,then putting my baby in the crib. When that was done,I led James to the shower. We had talked about our memories of showering together six years earlier in the southern heat while we were walking. It was extra special that day,because it was a pleasure that neither of us had ever expected to enjoy together again. I was astonished by the change in James' body. He was so much bigger,and perfectly proportioned. For those who remember me saying that George wasn't good-looking in a smooth way,James was! He was a coal black version of a Ken doll. He looked as if he was carved from black granite by a master artist,physical perfection. In spite of the difference in his looks,his manner was familiar and as down to earth as always with me. He commented that my body looked good,especially considering that I had just had a baby. I explained that his timing was really good. I hadn't just had a baby. My baby was over seven months old,and my body was just then getting back in shape. It had taken over seven months,twice as long as I had predicted.

We kissed and fondled as we took our time toweling dry before getting into my bed. James was already hard when we laid down. I sucked his cock slowly for a few minutes before climbing on top of him and sitting down firmly on his beautiful big cock. We made love as if in slow motion,both of us understanding how special it was to be together. We savored each and every minute of our first time that time,ending with James taking me in missionary and emptying himself into me. After that,we stroked,kissed and played until we fell asleep. I had to get up later to bathe and feed my baby again. After the baby was asleep again,we went at it more vigorously,trying not to get too loud as we devoured each other's bodies.

 

[seldomseen]

I was ecstatic to have James there. It was more than just an opportunity for good sex with someone who I had fond memories of.

I won't spend a lot of time on this,because I don't want to over-do it. It's just something about myself that should be mentioned in the context of putting so much that's personal out in the open. I don't think I'm that much different than most other women in my reactions to most things. I don't have wild mood swings in a negative sense. I'm not insecure or prone to going off the deep end when things don't go my way. My over-reaction is usually to positive things happening for me. I can get very enthusiastic,maybe overly-enthusiastic sometimes. Some people can be bothered or embarrassed by that. I try to keep a lid on my emotions to the extent that I don't appear so out of control that I embarrass people,but when things are going really good for me,I get excited because I feel like everything's getting better and better. I got like that after James showed up in Germany.

 

[seldomseen]

I can't be sure if it was really so much different there from that point on or if it was mostly in my mood and attitude. My hubby tells me that an abundance of black cock widens my smile and puts extra sway in my hips when I walk.It makes me feel so much better inside that there has to be some noticeable difference on the outside,so I assume he's right. Everything was already far better than in my first couple of years there. My sex life had improved with each year there,and my last year was by far the best.

 

[seldomseen]

James spent a lot of his off duty time with me. We took a lot of long walks as long as the weather was warm enough. I liked being seen with James. He was so hot looking that I knew I looked better by being with him. The rumors were out there and thriving. I couldn't have stopped them if I had wanted to,so why not have fun with it? I was happy and I'm sure it showed. It seemed to me that I got a lot more attention from other black men after James showed up. Almost everybody was more cautious there than would've been the case on a bigger post like in the states. There wasn't much random conversation when I was out and about the post and surrounding area,but there were a lot of smiles and eye contact. I was absolutely giddy with getting that kind of attention and became bold enough to wink and blow kisses on occasion.

 

[seldomseen]

I'm aware that graphic descriptions of my sexual experiences are absent from almost everything I'm writing. That's because I don't think I can adequately describe them without using the same cliche descriptions that I read every time I read someone elses' accounts of their sex. How many ways can fucking be described? If people who're really good at writing can't do better than most do,and almost always sound cliche,how could I do as good?

I'll just confirm that there was some fun stuff going on in my bed at that time,mostly in my bed.

For all the rumors that were spread,nobody really "knew" anything. A lot was assumed,and some of the assumptions were correct. I was doing quite well from my perspective. It's par for the course with me,and I'm not sure that I'm that different from anybody else. Sometimes,maybe most times.the more I'm getting,the more I want.

 

[seldomseen]

My hubby hadn't been directly involved in what I was doing for almost a year. His TDY that took him away for several months interrupted our cooperation,and since he'd gotten back,he had mostly just sat back and watched. He likes to do that anyway,but there have been times when he's been more instrumental in what's happened.

As fall came,a lot of our conversations turned to the subject of where we would be going when we got back to the states. We were to rotate back to the states in late spring of the next year. I had expressed my feeling of wishing some of the rumors were true multiple times and had also said that I wished I could get more tangible benefits from my status as the posts' most notorious black cock whore. My hubby was paying attention,and as our time to leave was getting closer,he began scheming to help some of that happen.

 

[seldomseen]

We had an unusual status at that post because my hubby wasn't assigned to the unit that occupied the post. His job was at a training facility that was two hours away and had no family housing available. We were where we were because it was the closest place where housing was available.

After he returned from his temporary duty,he met some of the newer guys hanging out on post. He was gone for about three weeks,then off duty for about an equal time. During the time he was off,he went to the hobby shop where they worked on cars a lot,and to the rec center to shoot pool. We spent adequate time together too,but he purposely backed off to give me time with George,then James after he got there,and to give me space for what we both hoped might happen.

I didn't know it until he was ready to put his plan into action,but my hubby was preparing to set me up with some dates at home. It was a partial reversion back to the way things had gone during the first year we were married. The differences would be that the partying would have to be held to a whisper because we had the baby,and instead of the mix of his old buddies,mostly white and a few black,all the men would be black.

Even after I had George and James both I still had plenty of time when I could've been playing if I'd had the opportunity. They both had duties that prevented them from spending a lot of time with me. It varied with both of them,but it wasn't like an every day or two thing with either of them on a regular basis. I'll just be honest and say that I was hoping all the time that some real opportunity would materialize for me as a result of all the gossip about how hot I was for black men. I got a lot of attention and I did what I could to encourage some of the men I liked,but nothing happened.

 

[seldomseen]

The rumors were much better than reality. It's amazing to me what was conjured up about how much sex I had been getting based only on me being seen with a few black men. I wanted to close the distance between the rumors and reality as much as I could,but it seemed that the black men there were reluctant to approach me. They looked at me and smiled a lot,but didn't come on to me. I wondered if I needed a sign that said "Fuck Me".

The biggest reason why the men were reluctant to approach me was because I was a mom with a baby. Several of them told me later that they wanted to,or came close to moving on me,but didn't feel comfortable enough to do it.

It takes patience and understanding from the men to accommodate a mom with a baby. George and James often had to wait while I changed or fed my baby. It didn't seem like such a negative. In fact,I enjoyed them watching me and the feeling of anticipation made me hotter. I was eager to show a few more good black men how it could work if they would give me a chance.

 

[seldomseen]

My hubby likes to put me on the spot and watch me sweat. That has never changed. He's the same now as he was from the beginning. When I have important decisions to make or sometimes just when I'm excited,I get shaky. He likes to see me like that. He isn't cruel or anything like that. It's hard to explain how I get emotionally or why he enjoys seeing me shaky or under pressure. I guess it sounds bad,but it's really not. I can't remember ever being like that in a bad situation. I think it's usually,if not always about men and sex,so it's opposite from a negative kind of pressure. I've probably confused everybody who's trying to understand what I'm saying. Maybe I should delete this entire paragraph,but I won't. I'm trying to explain something that's hard for me to explain,and that's the best I can do.

When he asked me how I would feel about him inviting some black men to fuck me,I told him that I would need time to think about it. I took my time. After a full minute of thoughtful consideration,I told him that I thought it was a wonderful idea!

What happened in the next hour after that and off and on for the next week or so was one of the hottest and most intense experiences we've shared in all the years we've been together. He wanted a list of men for potential lovers for me. He would name the men one at a time and I had to consider each man,whether or not I would want him to fuck me. For each man I said yes to,I had to give him a desirability rating of 1,2,or3. 1 for Yes!,2 for Oh yeah,and 3 for OK,I'll give him a try. It might not sound like that big of a deal on the surface,but it was an extremely hot process for me. I knew most of the men by their last names,because I saw them in uniform around post. I had to think about each man my hubby named,think about that man fucking me,and give my hubby a serious answer that he would use to select men to bring home to me. It wasn't just a fantasy game. It was for real,and it had a dramatic effect on me. It was fun and very hot! I was sweating and shaking,and he was smiling as he watched me.

I hope I've explained what happened well enough for people to picture what went on then between us. That's one of the most precious memories I have of our time together.

 

[seldomseen]

Hubby here again

I can assure everybody that I've been enjoying that Lisa's writing more than anybody has. She has a lot to say,and she's been on a roll getting it said. I don't want to confuse things or throw her off track by jumping in,but I can probably clarify some details better from my point of view easier than Lisa can. She doesn't think she can describe visuals well,so she tries to play it safe and skim over them because she's afraid she'll embarrass herself. I don't know that I'm better at it than she is,but I don't worry about being embarrassed. If I make a fool of myself,so what? It won't be the first or last time.

Lisa is a jewel. At 55 she's cuter than a lot of cheerleaders and moves as gracefully as a ballerina. She has a sweet and sexy attitude that hasn't changed since she was in her teens. She also has some very unique behavioral traits,expressions and emotions. Some of those aren't always what anyone who doesn't know Lisa would think that they are. I'm sure I already mentioned that she has an incredibly sexy laugh that's a telltale sign that she's horny. It takes some time being around Lisa to recognize what that laugh means.

She was accurate in describing that she gets shaky. It would appear to be nervousness to anybody who doesn't know Lisa as I do. It's not nervousness,but sexual excitement that causes her to tremble and makes her voice quiver when she speaks. It's odd,but it's incredibly sexy. I know that when Lisa's voice quivers and she trembles that her pussy's wet too. She's either so horny that her pussy's wet from drooling,or she has just been fucked and she's soaked with cum. It's palpable and contagious for me. No matter whether it's in person or on the phone,when I hear that quiver in Lisa's voice I get an instant hardon!

There are some things I'll write about from my point of view and do my best to describe some visual details sometime later. For now,I'm going to do what I do best. I'm going to sit back and watch Lisa.