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

[ray lee]

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

Lisa's words earlier today.

Both of you write very well
Very intriguing and love story being told thus far

 

[ray lee]

I appreciate you and everyone who's taken interest in me. I don't intend to stop writing anything ever. I just got to a point where I would sit down,thinking that I knew what I wanted to write about,and the words just didn't come.

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

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

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

Lisa

Lisa
I await your tales of Germany eagerly

 

[jane mintu]

On the 5th of July,eight men fucked me. It wasn't all at once. It was mostly one at a time,one after the other,except for a couple of times with two at once. They fucked me all day long. I only know it was eight men because my hubby told me. It could've been ten or more for all I knew,because they fucked me all day long. That was after spending most of Sunday with four different men. I got so exhausted that I finally just laid on my belly,and let whoever wanted to fuck me next to just get me from behind. It's kinda embarrassing when I don't have enough energy to help them much,but they can always fuck me as much as they want,and as long as it's good for them. That didn't happen just because of my age either. I've been fucked to complete exhaustion when I was in my twenties too,but it takes a lot to do it. I can fuck good. It's what I'm made for. It's my destiny. I know some people don't believe in that,and it's alright if you don't,but I do.

What a DAY girlfriend !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[jane mintu]

Just a note in reference to what I wrote on the black impregnation thread. I've been thinking that more people fantasize about that than would really do it. It was probably a mistake for me to write anything about the subject,because I tried to present my own view and feelings about it as I've considered it in a serious manner. Serious isn't always as interesting or stimulating as fantasy,and if I threw cold water on anyone's fantasies,that wasn't my intention,and I apologize.

How sweet of you to say that ))))))))))))))))))))))

 

[jane mintu]

That lasted longer than yesterday. It always does with him. My pussy is pulverized at the moment. It did hurt a little,but it's OK. Hubby kissed it better. His face is a mess,and so is the bed. I am too,so I have to go get cleaned up.

nice hubby,,,,,,,,,,,,,

 

[jane mintu]

Sex is every bit as much psychological for me as it is physical. I understand anyone who knows my history being skeptical,but it's true. There's a mindset I identify with that's a determining factor in much that I do. At the time when I first experienced it,the most common term or label was "groupie". Call it what you want. The label doesn't matter,but once I experienced how it felt to be committed to sex with a group of men,I've missed it every time my situation hasn't permitted it. The number of men is irrelevant. As it happened with me,the number fluctuated as guys came and went,and that same pattern is occurring again now. The most obvious constant for me is that my men are black. First they were mostly soldiers,and now many are military veterans,so that's kind of a familiar aspect of life for me too. It's hard to describe,except to say that it's a mindset that I'm in love with,and happily addicted to. It's hugely rewarding,both physically and psychologically.

Sometimes things excite me,and I don't really understand why,or sometimes why to such a degree. I'll try to explain,using a recent example.

When I was younger,squirting was something that I did very infrequently,and always prior to sex. I assume that it's caused by the excitement that comes from anticipating sex,combined with the expectation that the sex is going to be very satisfying. As I've gotten older,I've squirted with greater frequency,sometimes during foreplay,but often before I'm touched much or at all.

It was during a walk. We had been in a club,talking and playing,and a plan was made and agreed to. It was my hubby and me with four younger black men. One of the men had fucked me several times,and it was my first time with the other three. The parking lot at the apartment complex was full,so we had to park a distance from the apartment where two of the guys live. I was wearing a short dress with an open back and plunging neckline. It's not totally risque,but would be more expected on a twenty-something than a fifty-something. I'm doing that a lot,and I won't apologize for it. I've worked out hard over the past few months,and I think it shows.

It wasn't late enough to be completely dark outside,and there were a few people coming and going. I was at the front,between the two guys who live there. The other two men were just behind us,and my hubby walked a few steps behind the rest of us. The men were talking softly,but I don't know what they were saying. I'd been getting felt up by one of the men during the ride from the club,and I'm sure I was a little wet from that. Then suddenly,I felt myself trembling. I felt the distinct tingle of an orgasm starting,and seconds later the wetness in my thongs,onto my thighs,then down onto my legs,ankles,and feet. I didn't hear anything,but my hubby said I made a sound like I make when someone shoves a cock into me suddenly. There were some chuckles and wows as the two men on either side of me held onto me to steady me up the stairs to their apartment.

such hot writing! I believe every word )))))))))))))))))))))))

 

[jane mintu]

And..........yes,they all came inside me. When they were finished with me,I put my thongs and my dress back on and my hubby drove us home. As soon as we got here,my hubby laid on our bed. I lifted my dress and sat on his face,first with my cum-soaked thongs still on,before stripping naked and standing over him so he could get a good look at the evidence between my legs before I sat solidly onto his face and hunched my sloppy pussy into his face,making him lick the combined cum loads of four potent black men from my stretched and well-used pussy. Is that enough details?

gasp )))))))))))))))))))

 

[jane mintu]

Not since the time when we were in Germany have I enjoyed such frequent morning sex. It's often accomplished in a short enough period of time to be categorized as quickies,and that's perfectly wonderful for me. I'll take it any way and any time the men see fit to give it to me.

There are exceptions to the quickie norm,and one such exception took place this morning. I express myself as openly and honestly as I can. I don't have to always get everything my way to be happy,but if I don't say what I like,I'm less likely to get what I want. Everyone who's read much of what I've written here knows that I enjoy being a wife for any number of black men,a shared wife. It's a role that I love,and it comes natural for me. That often means that sex is as random and raw as one can imagine,and that's wonderful!

However,there's a side of me that yearns for romance,or at least the mood and appearance of romance. A man who picked up on my desire for such lovemaking,and enjoys the same was here this morning. He's around forty,medium build,and in above average physical condition. I don't know that he's authentic Mandingo,but he has that appearance. He's very black,and his big cock is shaped so perfectly that it's worthy of a sculpture. His looks alone are enough to excite me in his presence,and that we're so in sync makes every minute we're together special,and oh so HOT!

Hubby's very good at following his protocol,and being practically invisible except to offer hospitality to my men. When this man or any one of three with whom I have similar relationships are here,he knows to be particularly polite.

I knew he was coming,and I was dressed accordingly,red crochet mini-dress,open red heels,and not wearing a stitch of under garment of any kind. My now fuller,but still neatly-trimmed bush was showing through my dress. I'm feeling good about my bush. I grew it back on a whim,and I've discovered that most black men like it. I do too. I think it just fits me better than being shaved smooth like I was for so long.

It started here in the kitchen,kissing passionate enough for newly-weds,followed by some hot fondling and groping. After ample face time and necking,he picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. I was eager to taste the tip of his cock. He only let me have it in my mouth for a few minutes before tossing me onto my back and putting his mouth firmly onto my pussy,his tongue rapidly working my clit as his lips manipulated my vulva,his strong,dark hands gripping my ass cheeks firmly to keep me still. I knew I was going to start cumming,and probably squirt all over his face and the bed. I was trying to tell him,but I couldn't get a word out. Just before I went completely out of control,he skillfully moved above me and slipped the entire length of his cock into my drenched pussy in one motion. In the same second,his mouth reconnected to mine. I tasted my juices in his mouth as I had the most intense orgasm possible. His strokes were deep and rhythmic,varying every fourth or fifth time to press yet deeper inside me and pause for a second to give me the full benefit of his penetration. I knew he was holding back to keep from cumming when he rolled onto his back,indicating that he wanted me to ride his cock. I rode so hard that I had a moment or two of concern that I might put too much pressure on his nut sack. It was as if he could read my mind as he looked up into my face,half smiling as he gripped my as cheeks tighter,maintaining some control over my humping. I had a vision-blurring orgasm that took most of my energy,and upon feeling me slumping onto his chest,he rolled back on top of me to finish. The last minutes of motion were the same as the first had been,the rhythm followed by seconds of maximum penetration,until finally the eruption of hot semen into my womb.

It doesn't get any better than that. It's almost enough to make my hubby jealous,but he'll be OK. He has to be happy that I'm getting such good sex,and he is.

you are amazing,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

 

[jane mintu]

I just recently discovered your story and started and got fascinated. I also did check out the coincidental name thing, folks. Nope, we're not related.

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

Thanks -

Slim for the VERY HotWife Nancy

yes, she is a great writer!! thank you

 

[jane mintu]

I saw their car coming into the parking lot as I walked out of the grocery store,and I knew who stopped behind me as I was loading the bags into my car. My shorts were sufficiently short to show a little cheek while I was standing,so I knew they could see much more from their vantage point as I bent over. It's not that they hadn't seen all I have to offer before,but I guessed that they would still enjoy the show. I was right,because they were both smiling as I turned to face them. I was tempted to lean forward onto their car to give them a better view of my tits down the front of my tank top,but I didn't. The one in the driver's seat asked if I was going straight home. I told him that I was,and he replied that they might need to come to check on me. I told him that sounded like a great idea,then enjoyed the feeling of their eyes following me as I got into my car.

When my hubby came out to help unload the car,I told him that they would be here in a few minutes,so he could decide where he wanted to be when they came. I knew that they wouldn't care whether he was here or not. We first met them at an event,and he put them onto me. He told them that they should watch me,because I'm fond of black men,especially those in uniform,and that I'm sometimes aggressive. They took the hint they've been watching me for several months. They're in their thirties,and both are married. In times past,I would've at least been hesitant,and probably wouldn't have done some things I do now. I don't know what's different now,except that I'm more selfish. I just go for what I want,and get as much as I can.

We had barely gotten everything put away when they got there. My hubby stayed,and asked if he could get them something to *******. They both declined,saying that that didn't have much time. They were already in front and behind me,groping me and telling me that I looked hot. I can't get enough of such talk and treatment. Having been thoroughly spoiled by so much of it when I was a young Army wife,it's hard for me to live without for very long. Thankfully,I don't have to now.

I felt my shorts being unfastened while I was being kissed,but wasn't sure who's hands were where. I couldn't see much beyond the dark face of the man whose tongue filled my mouth,that point of contact commanding the highest degree of my attention until the moment I felt fingers slip past my thongs and into my pussy. The pressure of a strong forearm across my lower abdomen told me that the fingers belonged to the man who stood behind,not the one who was kissing me. It was somewhat confusing,but in a wonderfully erotic way.

I was gathering my composure enough to start feeling for what interests me when I felt myself being lead into the living room and toward the couch. My shorts fell,and I was able to step out of them as I walked. My top was pulled over my head and off the second we stopped by the couch,and I finished pulling my thongs off as they dropped their pants,making it clear that they weren't going to remove their uniforms. I was aware of my hubby's presence by the kitchen door as I positioned myself between the two men. I knelt,one knee on the couch,my other foot on the floor. I didn't have to wait for either of them to make their moves. One dark hand held my face as another aligned an erect black cock with my open mouth. At the same moment,I felt a strong hand gripping one of my ass cheeks as another cock slipped into my pussy,then both of my ass cheeks being squeezed hard as the length found it's way deep inside me. The forward motion of my body in response to the thrust from behind caused the cock in my mouth to go deep into my throat,effectively gagging me at first,but I was able to adjust to both their penetrations and rhythm quickly. It seemed like only seconds before I felt my body tingling in anticipation of an imminent orgasm,then only a few more seconds before it started. I felt myself trembling under my orgasm,and would've screamed if not for the cock that filled my throat. I was so caught up in my own orgasm that I didn't know I'd been filled with cum until the man behind me pulled out,and I was being rolled onto the couch facing up,so the other man could get between my legs. He went all the way in with one push,and wasted no time,pounding my pussy hard until he spilled his seed into me too. I felt his hot load spewing into my belly,which set off an aftershock,causing my vagina to ******* contract tightly around his cock,effectively milking the last of his sperm into my insatiable pussy.

Such hot writing !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[jane mintu]

Oh Wow! We're probably not unusual in that we sometimes stack our priorities in a different order. Maybe it's a gender difference,and maybe it's just me. I'm talking about the subject of numbers. My hubby puts more emphasis on numbers than I do and I've gotten questions and comments from other men that seem to be more aligned with his view than mine. I'm of the opinion that numbers in regard to sex aren't always as significant a factor as it would seem. My hubby made a point today that's making me question how I've been thinking,and why. My first response was that there can be exceptions to any generalization. I think that's true,but maybe I've been wrong about the significance of numbers for me. Maybe it's because I've long thought that my hubby and others put too importance on numbers,which makes me feel compelled to argue the opposite. OK. This is my admission. I think that's exactly why I've held my position on numbers for so long,and numbers are more important to me than I've ever been willing to admit.

As time goes by and life goes on,I become more aware of how much doesn't change. Of course a lot of things change with time,but not everything. What I like now,what I really crave,goes back to how I was broke in. I told my hubby early on that I was a whore. That was in response to my most recent ex-boyfriend having called me that,and I was just lashing out. In retrospect,I was really a wanna-be whore. My outlook was that I wanted to turn the negative into a positive,and there was never any doubt that I loved good sex more than anything. I had learned that according to some people that I was over-sexed. So what? I wasn't ashamed,like it seemed that everybody thought I should be.

When Curt started telling me how he could not only teach me to dance better,but also help me hone my skills with men,he had my full attention.

While it's true that getting fucked really good by one or two men can be just as satisfying as being fucked by many more,the more I get,and the more often I get it,the happier I am.

I know it goes back to how I was broke in. I was totally spoiled and it changed me for life. Curt and the crew took me to such a high level of sexual indulgence that I've spent the rest of my life trying to go back. I've been fortunate enough to have reached that same level once since then during our time in Germany,and I'm getting very close again.

Seven men fucked me today,and that number isn't insignificant. It wasn't a gang bang,but two separate threesomes and three one on ones.

I'm not apposed to gang bangs if everything clicks. Guys mention doing it now and then,so I'm confident that it will eventually happen again. I hope it happens with a bunch of really hot black men who're in the mood to fuck me good!

You are amazing,,,,,,,,,,,,,

 

[jane mintu]

Maybe I shouldn't be surprised,because there was a time in my twenties when I considered men who were twice my age to be ideal. I think what was unexpected for me is that it seems to be unanimous among all of the black men I've been around and with lately. I couldn't be happier about that!

I haven't found immaturity to be an issue at all. Of course it's only recently that I've been with such young men,but so far it's fantastic! I suspect that military experience has made a difference in them in that respect too.

GOD, you have an amazing mind!!

 

[jane mintu]

I appreciate everybody's interest in me. I'm even getting questions about my past from many black men these days,which is endlessly flattering.

I got to a point where I was feeling like I was repeating myself too much when I tried to describe the details of my sex. I've never been good at descriptive writing,and have depended on my hubby to help me along with that all along. He used to say that he sometimes had to "pull" the details out of me,so I guess I'm somewhat the same in conversation as in writing.

I understand what you mean,and I'm not offended at all. I'll try to get into more details the next time I get an opportunity to tell more of my naughty experiences. I'll just have to get my hubby to help me more.

I have a cage for him now. I haven't put his peter in it yet,but I will. I'm waiting for the right time and situation.

good answer......

 

[Phil67]

I've seen a lot over the years,and she's described many things that happened when I wasn't present. I've read some of the stories on here,and I'm not sure of my ability to write so colorfully as some people can. It's been very exciting for us,so I hope I can a satisfactory job of sharing some of our experiences. I'll change all names to protect the guilty,and I'll wonder if any of them will read what I write,and recognize that it's about them.

Lisa has been a hot wife since day one of our marriage. She's a small,pretty brunette. She was almost skinny when she was younger,but she gained a few pounds in her forties. I doubt most people could guess she's a BBC slut based on her appearance,but she does very well with black men. She has a penchant for black men,and she's made black sex her niche.

Our/her experiences span a number of years. There have been several peaks and lulls in her activity because of family/job responsibilities,etc. They range from mild to wild too. I've been excited when she showed up late at a family gathering that was already under way,nervous,and obviously(to me) fresh-fucked. I knew she had been with a black friend/co-worker,and she carried a fresh load of his cum in her belly. I've also seen her gb'd several times.

One of my favorite things to do is to watch her flirt,then progress to full sex. I'm usually watching from a short distance, and anonymously to others. I'm an avid voyeur,and very stealthy. I've been watching many times when the men didn't know I was there.

Did you ever hide in the closet and watch your lady with her lover?

 

[seldomseen]

Did you ever hide in the closet and watch your lady with her lover?

Yes,and now I have a hiding place where I can see most of what happens from multiple angles. Technology has made being a voyeur more enjoyable than ever before.

Lisa still doesn't seem to be in a mood to write more,so I'll try to continue. In the past,I've been more inclined toward writing than Lisa,but after coaching her in her writing for a while,she easily exceeded anything I'm capable of doing.

Without being too specific,I'll try to address some comments and questions we've gotten on this thread and in some private messages.

As everyone who's read what we've written on this thread knows,Lisa has always been intensely sexual and prone to slutty behavior. I'm sure she's changed in some ways through the years,but not to a significant degree that I can tell. I'm referring to her personality,of course. She's aged physically,and very nicely I think. She's not as small as she was a few years ago,but she's still compact and more fit than ever before. Her tits are bigger than at any time since her first year of being a mom,and her ass is rounder,providing more balance to her figure than when she was younger. Oh,and men who pay attention to her tits are favored over any who might take them for granted. It's hard to overstate the pride Lisa feels in regard to her tits. They're big relative to her size,and making my best attempt to be objective,I still have to say that they're as perfect a pair as I've seen. Lisa has always known that,and she makes the most of it. Others might put their best foot forward,but with Lisa it's her tits. She's talented in the ways she displays them,and men who appreciate them are themselves appreciated.

I've changed much more than Lisa has. I've been rough on myself physically over the course of my life. Some people might understand why I've done some of the things I've done,and others won't. The bottom line is that I haven't aged as well as Lisa has. Some of the physically challenging things I've done in the past have taken a toll on me in recent years. There's a psychological aspect to the changes I realize in myself too. No longer do I feel a need to prove anything to myself or others. I'm more content than ever to accept my supporting role,and acknowledge that there are men who're more capable of satisfying Lisa's sexual desires than I am. I'm constantly witnessing the fact that age is irrelevant in regard to Lisa's ability to connect with men. They're all black and military/vet types outnumber the rest,but there's no pattern in their ages.

I'll return soon with more of Lisa's sex. I'm hoping she'll get the mood to continue writing herself soon,but in the meantime,I'll fill in as best I can. I'll probably skip around through the years as I go. Lisa says that she doesn't see anything wrong with that,and that I should just tell what's on my mind,so that's probably the way it will be done.

 

[jane mintu]

Yes,and now I have a hiding place where I can see most of what happens from multiple angles. Technology has made being a voyeur more enjoyable than ever before.

Lisa still doesn't seem to be in a mood to write more,so I'll try to continue. In the past,I've been more inclined toward writing than Lisa,but after coaching her in her writing for a while,she easily exceeded anything I'm capable of doing.

Without being too specific,I'll try to address some comments and questions we've gotten on this thread and in some private messages.

As everyone who's read what we've written on this thread knows,Lisa has always been intensely sexual and prone to slutty behavior. I'm sure she's changed in some ways through the years,but not to a significant degree that I can tell. I'm referring to her personality,of course. She's aged physically,and very nicely I think. She's not as small as she was a few years ago,but she's still compact and more fit than ever before. Her tits are bigger than at any time since her first year of being a mom,and her ass is rounder,providing more balance to her figure than when she was younger. Oh,and men who pay attention to her tits are favored over any who might take them for granted. It's hard to overstate the pride Lisa feels in regard to her tits. They're big relative to her size,and making my best attempt to be objective,I still have to say that they're as perfect a pair as I've seen. Lisa has always known that,and she makes the most of it. Others might put their best foot forward,but with Lisa it's her tits. She's talented in the ways she displays them,and men who appreciate them are themselves appreciated.

I've changed much more than Lisa has. I've been rough on myself physically over the course of my life. Some people might understand why I've done some of the things I've done,and others won't. The bottom line is that I haven't aged as well as Lisa has. Some of the physically challenging things I've done in the past have taken a toll on me in recent years. There's a psychological aspect to the changes I realize in myself too. No longer do I feel a need to prove anything to myself or others. I'm more content than ever to accept my supporting role,and acknowledge that there are men who're more capable of satisfying Lisa's sexual desires than I am. I'm constantly witnessing the fact that age is irrelevant in regard to Lisa's ability to connect with men. They're all black and military/vet types outnumber the rest,but there's no pattern in their ages.

I'll return soon with more of Lisa's sex. I'm hoping she'll get the mood to continue writing herself soon,but in the meantime,I'll fill in as best I can. I'll probably skip around through the years as I go. Lisa says that she doesn't see anything wrong with that,and that I should just tell what's on my mind,so that's probably the way it will be done.

Nice share))) thank you

 

[JohnnyRotten]

I've seen a lot over the years,and she's described many things that happened when I wasn't present. I've read some of the stories on here,and I'm not sure of my ability to write so colorfully as some people can. It's been very exciting for us,so I hope I can a satisfactory job of sharing some of our experiences. I'll change all names to protect the guilty,and I'll wonder if any of them will read what I write,and recognize that it's about them.

Lisa has been a hot wife since day one of our marriage. She's a small,pretty brunette. She was almost skinny when she was younger,but she gained a few pounds in her forties. I doubt most people could guess she's a BBC slut based on her appearance,but she does very well with black men. She has a penchant for black men,and she's made black sex her niche.

Our/her experiences span a number of years. There have been several peaks and lulls in her activity because of family/job responsibilities,etc. They range from mild to wild too. I've been excited when she showed up late at a family gathering that was already under way,nervous,and obviously(to me) fresh-fucked. I knew she had been with a black friend/co-worker,and she carried a fresh load of his cum in her belly. I've also seen her gb'd several times.

One of my favorite things to do is to watch her flirt,then progress to full sex. I'm usually watching from a short distance, and anonymously to others. I'm an avid voyeur,and very stealthy. I've been watching many times when the men didn't know I was there.

Well i remember i was about 15 and my smoking hot girlfriend at the time was about 17 i was still a virgin but she wasn't however she hosted a pool party since parents were down shore and we all were drinking and smoking pot however this black kid from my town who i grew up with sort of just got out of juvenile hall and was all over my girlfriend but she was flirting to however it was only us left at her house i planned on trying to get lucky that night but he asked her to stay night because he had no where to go he kept grabbing her breast and pussy i told him to stop because she's my girlfriend and he told me to stfu and he'll fuck her if he wanted too i threw a punch but he ended up whooping my ass intill i cried. My girlfriend blew him right in front of me and got fucked. I was the joke of town for awhile

 

[JohnnyRotten]

I've seen a lot over the years,and she's described many things that happened when I wasn't present. I've read some of the stories on here,and I'm not sure of my ability to write so colorfully as some people can. It's been very exciting for us,so I hope I can a satisfactory job of sharing some of our experiences. I'll change all names to protect the guilty,and I'll wonder if any of them will read what I write,and recognize that it's about them.

Lisa has been a hot wife since day one of our marriage. She's a small,pretty brunette. She was almost skinny when she was younger,but she gained a few pounds in her forties. I doubt most people could guess she's a BBC slut based on her appearance,but she does very well with black men. She has a penchant for black men,and she's made black sex her niche.

Our/her experiences span a number of years. There have been several peaks and lulls in her activity because of family/job responsibilities,etc. They range from mild to wild too. I've been excited when she showed up late at a family gathering that was already under way,nervous,and obviously(to me) fresh-fucked. I knew she had been with a black friend/co-worker,and she carried a fresh load of his cum in her belly. I've also seen her gb'd several times.

One of my favorite things to do is to watch her flirt,then progress to full sex. I'm usually watching from a short distance, and anonymously to others. I'm an avid voyeur,and very stealthy. I've been watching many times when the men didn't know I was there.

Recently my fiancee has gone off deep end and has lost her mind now she's always been a pervert but she's been fucking too many bbc. And im just trying to be faithful. For instance she taught her own teen ******* about se

I've seen a lot over the years,and she's described many things that happened when I wasn't present. I've read some of the stories on here,and I'm not sure of my ability to write so colorfully as some people can. It's been very exciting for us,so I hope I can a satisfactory job of sharing some of our experiences. I'll change all names to protect the guilty,and I'll wonder if any of them will read what I write,and recognize that it's about them.

Lisa has been a hot wife since day one of our marriage. She's a small,pretty brunette. She was almost skinny when she was younger,but she gained a few pounds in her forties. I doubt most people could guess she's a BBC slut based on her appearance,but she does very well with black men. She has a penchant for black men,and she's made black sex her niche.

Our/her experiences span a number of years. There have been several peaks and lulls in her activity because of family/job responsibilities,etc. They range from mild to wild too. I've been excited when she showed up late at a family gathering that was already under way,nervous,and obviously(to me) fresh-fucked. I knew she had been with a black friend/co-worker,and she carried a fresh load of his cum in her belly. I've also seen her gb'd several times.

One of my favorite things to do is to watch her flirt,then progress to full sex. I'm usually watching from a short distance, and anonymously to others. I'm an avid voyeur,and very stealthy. I've been watching many times when the men didn't know I was there.

My fiancee is very beautiful and has a huge heart however very flirty a big tease. Well down the hall was rooms for rent for parolees and invited him over for dinner and stay on couch intill he got furniture. She kept teasing him about getting pussy and he kept joking about fucking her with bbc. For about three days it was outta control grabbing eachother flashing eachother. I finally snapped and confronted him he knocked me out i woke up to him pounding her and watched him finish in her she farted his cum on my face. A couple days later he came over and punched me again for trying to get up well i came too tied up and friends of his were there they made me watch my girl getting bred. She taught her own teen ******* about sex by letting him watch her get pounded.

I've seen a lot over the years,and she's described many things that happened when I wasn't present. I've read some of the stories on here,and I'm not sure of my ability to write so colorfully as some people can. It's been very exciting for us,so I hope I can a satisfactory job of sharing some of our experiences. I'll change all names to protect the guilty,and I'll wonder if any of them will read what I write,and recognize that it's about them.

Lisa has been a hot wife since day one of our marriage. She's a small,pretty brunette. She was almost skinny when she was younger,but she gained a few pounds in her forties. I doubt most people could guess she's a BBC slut based on her appearance,but she does very well with black men. She has a penchant for black men,and she's made black sex her niche.

Our/her experiences span a number of years. There have been several peaks and lulls in her activity because of family/job responsibilities,etc. They range from mild to wild too. I've been excited when she showed up late at a family gathering that was already under way,nervous,and obviously(to me) fresh-fucked. I knew she had been with a black friend/co-worker,and she carried a fresh load of his cum in her belly. I've also seen her gb'd several times.

One of my favorite things to do is to watch her flirt,then progress to full sex. I'm usually watching from a short distance, and anonymously to others. I'm an avid voyeur,and very stealthy. I've been watching many times when the men didn't know I was there.

 

[seldomseen]

Lisa has always given Curt credit for helping her learn erotic dancing and become a skilled seductress,and rightly so. Part of the reason that was possible was that they communicated really well. Lisa was initially riled by Curt's pointed questions about whether or not Victor was fucking her,but when he showed humor in response to her angrily snapping at him,she quickly warmed to him. The chemistry between them was so good that in a matter of hours he began fucking her too,and in the days that followed,Lisa told him many of her most private thoughts.

When Lisa told Curt that she enjoyed making men want to fuck her,he knew that she was sincere,and undoubtedly saw potential in her. I'm sure that by then Curt was already thinking of plans to help Lisa toward fulfilling her wishes and more,but I doubt that he could've guessed how easy it would be or how far Lisa would go.

Lisa's thoughts about contrasts were a significant motivator for her. I don't mean the contrasts of her skin with that of her black lovers. That became a factor later on,but it actually took some time for Lisa to become aware enough to appreciate it. In the beginning,the contrast for Lisa was the way things were developing verses what she had expected her life might be like there. She was elated,and she was more than happy to take it all in,figuratively and literally.

Lisa told me that she had been skeptical when Curt told her that all of his friends would want to fuck her. She knew that Curt liked her and that he wanted to build her confidence. He was up front with the fact that he was voyeuristic. Lisa liked that. It was a real bonus for her,because she'd gotten used to showing off for me and found that she enjoyed doing it. But,she didn't take Curt's statement that all of his friends would want to fuck her seriously. She had never been a shrinking violet. She knew she looked pretty,and she was especially happy that her tits were kinda big. Tits help a lot with men she thought,but she also thought she was often clumsy. If some or most of them liked her,that would be good. Lisa had no idea what was about to happen. It was enough for her that Curt was fucking her good and frequently. She didn't even wonder about how many friends Curt might be talking about,or consider that some,most,or all of them might be black.

From my perspective,Lisa was no more clumsy or awkward than any average 19-20-year-old,but of course we can't always help how we feel.

Lisa concentrated on improving her dancing,responding remarkably well to her coaching according to Curt,but it didn't stop with her dancing. They concentrated on her walking,standing,gesturing,facial expressions,sighs,eye contact. Everything she did was meant to attract,entice,and seduce men. After guys started showing up and Lisa had opportunity to put her training into practice,she was thoroughly convinced that Curt was a genius,and her confidence and motivation skyrocketed! One area where Lisa didn't need any coaching was in the actually act of sex. Lisa has always loved to fuck and it shows! Already a natural for taking cock,when it happened that they were all black,she became hotter than ever. However,it was thought to be enjoying everything that was then and making the most of that time. In hindsight,it was life-changing. It set the course that our lives have always followed since,varying for brief periods of time,but always going back to as close as possible to the way it was then.

Those of you who have read some or all of what we've written on this thread know a lot about what happened during the time we were stationed there. Cumulatively,I saw a lot happen during the time we were there,but there was much more that I didn't have opportunity to see because I was almost constantly training or on deployment.

Lisa has changed remarkably little over the years. She's aged well physically. She's filled out some,even improved from many men's perspective,including my own. She's more confident than ever,and her manor is somehow calmer,more low-key. She's virtually always sure what she wants. She knows herself really well and she knows me too. In the past year or two she's made me realize a lot about myself that I've denied or brushed over in the past. I've changed more than Lisa has,or have I? I've certainly changed more than she has in physical terms. How does that saying go? "If I'd known I was going to be around this long,I would've taken better care of myself." I can relate to that. What in the hell was I thinking? Not everything's physical,of course,so here goes:

Lisa was never in danger of being out of bounds according to the "understanding" we had from the beginning of our relationship that's still the same now as it has always been.

Everything was already well underway by the time I came home and met Curt,but as a courtesy to me,he confirmed that he understood our relationship and that he liked watching Lisa enjoying herself with men too. He also promised that he would watch over her,which was no small thing to me. "You're not the jealous type,so you don't have anything to worry about. Just do what you have to do,and don't worry about Lisa. She'll be OK."

I remember realizing that Lisa was being thoroughly blackened. I'll never forget her expression and her response when I asked her if all of the guys who were fucking her were black. First came the naughty laugh that always sounded nervous,but was instead just very excited,then her answer;"Yes,every one of them. They're all black." The consequences still weren't apparent to either of us then,but the frequency and vigor in the way they were using her for sexual gratification had already taken her to a previously unknown level of enjoyment,and in kind of an odd way. The pain and hypersensitivity that goes with being sex-sore is something Lisa craves. She's missed it every time she's had to be without it for any significant length of time.

I was just along for the ride during that time. I enjoyed everything that I was fortunate enough to see,and the many stories that Lisa told me about what happened when I wasn't there. I'll add that I'm appreciative of how she's always been thoughtful and understanding while I've asked her millions of questions. During that time,I was just there or I wasn't.

For some time after that,during the first part of our time in Germany,it seems that we were kinda drifting sexually and socially. We enjoyed sex together,and with several couples. It was just like that for many of us who were in the military,and I'm sure a lot of civilians too. Lisa's familiarity and fondness for black men was never a real secret on post. For a time,there were some really wild rumors that were sometimes told with ill intentions. I remember Lisa being seriously pissed,in part because the rumors were mostly lies,but also because they portrayed her as having a lot more good sex than she was actually getting at the time.

Lisa never "stopped" fucking black men. There were gaps of weeks,maybe a month or two at the most when she didn't have opportunity for black sex,but it was never longer than that when I was in the Army. We always knew and associated with people who were swingers,and inevitably someone would casually introduce Lisa to black friends. As far as we know,nobody there knew anything about Lisa's activity in Georgia. I guess it was just obvious that Lisa liked black men a lot.

Then came a time when I did something that didn't seem as profound at the time as it really was. During most of the time Lisa was pregnant,she was truly insatiable. She wanted a cock inside her around the clock! She seemed to cool down a little after giving birth,but that didn't last long. She had some opportunity and she took it,all of which by that time was again with black guys,but it wasn't enough. She told me she wanted to "totally whore out" while our baby was still too young to know what was going on,because she wouldn't be able to do it later. She said that she wanted to completely concentrate on black men,because they liked her better than other men,and she added that there were a lot of black men on post,and only a few black women. She had already decided that she wanted to take advantage of that imbalance. She assured me that she could do what she wanted to do and still be a responsible mom. She was less sure about how men would react to her being a mom and wanting to fuck. She knew that she couldn't get what she wanted if she didn't let men know,so she got to it. As soon as it was warm enough to be outside,Lisa was pushing that stroller for miles every day. As her post-baby body responded to the exercise and shed it'self of the excess poundage,the shorts and tops she wore became skimpier and skimpier,until the point where she was barely legal by Army standards. Some of the cheeky shorts she's worn off-post and even now wouldn't pass on post,but she wore them as short as any Army wife would dare to wear on post,and the cleavage? Well,she was a mom with a small baby. She had bigger than average tits to begin with,add the extra volume,and she could expect to get cut some slack there,right? All her efforts didn't go unnoticed. Discretion was necessary,but she was getting plenty of attention. The thing was that she wasn't getting any action. There was a strange situation on that small post at the time because of an incident that had caused a senior NCO to lose practically everything over getting involved with another sergeant's soon to be ex-wife. Lisa was getting frustrated with her lack of progress,and consequential lack of sex as she wanted it.

While partying with friends during our first year together,I had on a few occasions told friends to go for it with Lisa. But,after we got sent to Georgia and she got involved with Victor,then Curt,it wasn't necessary for me to do anything except to watch. I didn't have reason or opportunity to be involved. I just watched when I could and enjoyed my sloppy seconds.

I figured out why the men were reluctant to take advantage of Lisa's obvious flirtation,and knew that I needed to tell some of them straight up that they should fuck her,because that's what she really wanted. I told several men at the hobby shop and rec center that she wasn't just teasing or playing games,that she really liked black guys and seriously wanted to fuck as often and as much as she could. I told them what she had said,that all she asked was that they respect that she had to take care of our baby,and if they would do that,she would do her best to make it worthwhile for them.

I knew by their responses that they would be reluctant no longer. More than one told me how good she looked and that they really wanted to give it to her good,and that they would. When I told Lisa what I had done,her response was a simple whispered word: "Wow"

The truth is that I did get really turned on during the process that we went through leading up to Lisa's triumph in experiencing her "second round" of "totally whoring out",as she puts it,but until recently when Lisa spelled it all out for me,it didn't register in my mind that I had actually enjoyed being in a position where I needed to help her get fucked by other men,by black men.

"The way you got so excited when you came home for the first time after everybody started fucking me. The apartment was a mess because I hadn't had time to do any laundry other than the baby's. The smell excited you,the smell of sex,of cum. Now,I sit my sloppy pussy in your face. I've always been a whore. I was destined to be a whore for black men. It happened the way it happened because that was always the way it was going to be. And,you're a cuck. That's just the way it is. It just took some time for you to realize it."

 

[seldomseen]

There were days when we were in Germany when I was concerned that everything had gone too far for several reasons.

Lisa's list of men she wanted to fuck was irrelevant from the start and unknown to anyone other than the two of us. The way I communicated my invitation for black guys to fuck Lisa literally made her available to every black guy on post. That news spread through the barracks like a wild fire,and resulted in some men showing up who I wouldn't have chosen if I'd had a say in it. I'm sure few doubted it being true because of the way Lisa had been strutting around,obviously wanting attention from men. Lisa thought there was some oversight on her behalf by some of the senior sergeants. Maybe there was a little cooperation between them to prevent everybody showing up at the same time,but I think everything happened more randomly than Lisa thought or was willing to admit.

Lisa was in her mid 20's then. Many of the guys were in their late teens and early 20's and prone to showing off. Most behaved appropriately when on post,but Lisa was frequently groped on the sidewalks and in the parks of the small town that joined the kaserne. She has always enjoyed that sort of thing,and her lack of resistance and good humor only encouraged more of it. When I voiced my concern,Lisa laughed it off,saying that what happens off post doesn't matter and that nobody else was paying attention to her anyway. I never believed that,but it wasn't that big of a deal.

Another thing that concerned me sometimes was that Lisa was often near complete exhaustion. She wasn't sleeping much sometimes when I wasn't there. Between taking care of the baby and men coming and going virtually around the clock,there wasn't much time for her to rest,a point that motivated me even more to do everything I could to catch up on the laundry and cleaning while I was at home. That was the most important and best thing I could do during that time.

I knew better than to express my concern about her exhaustion,because Lisa was nothing short of euphoric. Such times are when Lisa's at her very best. When she's being used so frequently that she's constantly sex-sore and near exhaustion,she's on "Cloud Nine".