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

[willsrvu]

I'm concerned that I might be boring people when I'm reminiscing. I apologize if I am. It seems necessary for me to navigate through my memories to find things that might be of interest to other people. I can't help but wonder sometimes why certain things get what seems to me a disproportionate amount of attention and other things that seem more significant are overlooked. .....

Not boring to me at all!
I'm enjoying your reminiscing and am fine with you doing it in whatever manner works best for you.

.... During that last eight to nine months in Germany,I was trying to take every black cock I could get before I had to leave,and I didn't care anymore if everybody on post knew it. I don't think many people were paying attention at that point. They were all over a bunch of lies with keen interest,but when I really was trying to fuck half the black men on post,most people didn't notice. How weird is that?

Not weird at all- it's usually the way it is. When it's gossip, everyone wants to hear about it and when it's the truth, nobody cares, it's not as exciting.

 

[seldomseen]

Not boring to me at all!
I'm enjoying your reminiscing and am fine with you doing it in whatever manner works best for you.




Not weird at all- it's usually the way it is. When it's gossip, everyone wants to hear about it and when it's the truth, nobody cares, it's not as exciting.

You're very kind. Thank you!

It seems that you're exactly right. Why is that? It baffles me. I got over being pissed about it,but I still never understood the motivation behind it or why people found it so interesting.

I'm sure we've all been the subject of gossip at some point in our lives. That wasn't the last time for me,but it was the only time I've experienced it to that degree. It was that kind of environment there. I don't think it could be any more extreme in a small town.

It's ironic that it was a benefit to me in the end. That gossip even followed me to our next duty station in a small way and was helpful to me there. It can be irritating to know people are talking behind your back,but sometimes it can lead to things they wouldn't expect,positive things.

 

[willsrvu]

Gossip is something people can share and build on, they can get excited over the possibilities that they are imagining. It's not really even about you, it's about what they can invent or 'one up' the previous gossiper.

"Oh didn't you hear? She has orgies where dozens of black men tie her up and hang her from the ceiling. Then they fuck her in every imaginable way, over and over until ..." "Well, I heard that she .... " Then they get to step it up.

The truth is ... just that- the truth, nothing their little minds can turn into something more.

"Oh her, She fucks a couple of black guys when her husband is deployed, but he knows about it and is cool with it." "Oh, really?" What else is there to say? No big deal, kind of boring.

 

[seldomseen]

LOL! I love your perspective on it. You nailed it! That's exactly how it was. For those last months I did my best to come as close to having as much fun as the gossip circuit had it rumored that I did. It was fantastic,but still nowhere close to being as colorful as some of the stories that were told. It did seem as if the rumor mongers were in competition to get one up on each other. It wasn't really about me. All I had done when all that got going was to hang out with my two best friends who happened to be young black men. We were fucking and having a great time together,but that was out of sight of everybody. You're right. It was no big deal. Nothing exciting to talk about without adding a lot of fiction that was pure BS.

 

[seldomseen]

When we left Germany we took almost a full month to visit with family before going to our next post. It was in the west and worlds apart from what the environment had been in Germany. Most things couldn't have been more different,but the weather was often similar,a lot of gray days.

Every post in the Army had organized events and support groups to help families get settled into new posts. I had all but ignored them in the past,choosing to find my own way around instead. Having a kid and needing to get going on my education,which I was already behind on,made it more appealing for me to go the way of getting as much help as I could get. I started meeting wives who were near my age and found common ground with several of them early on. That was very satisfying for me. It had seemed that I had difficulty connecting with other girls and women since I was in my mid-teens. I had casual female friends,but I never got really close to women. All of my closest friends were men,and virtually all black men. It was common for me to say I'm sticking with the men because women can't do anything for me. Having a kid made me start singing a different tune. I needed help. We all needed help,and we got help from each other. In a few months time I was surrounded by my sisters. All but two of us were married and only one of the wives was childless. We helped each other with *******,school work,husband problems,everything. We covered for each other to get sex and sometimes set each other up to get laid. Sometimes we were bad,bad,bad

One of the wives had recognized me from seeing me in Germany. We never met in Germany. She left Germany before I did,but not before hearing some of the rumors about me and black men. She wanted to be fucked by a black man more than any other woman I've ever known,but her husband was extremely jealous,possessive,and I suspected potentially abusive. She denied that he had ever been physically abusive,and I never saw evidence that he had,but I was sure in my mind that he was capable of it. Here I go with the fictitious name again. I'll call her Dawn. She and I became very close. She seemed very meek outwardly,which led most people to underestimate her,including her husband. She was very witty and cunning. She helped to get me set up with black men who she really wanted to fuck. Then afterward,she would ask me to describe how they fucked me while she got herself off with her fingers. It was a win,win situation for both of us,and it happened at least partly as a result of the gossip that went on about me in Germany. Ha Ha Ha!

 

[willsrvu]

I'm sure that when you were "bad, bad, bad" you were really good, good, good!

 

[seldomseen]

I'm sure that when you were "bad, bad, bad" you were really good, good, good!

If you really knew.

It was a chaotic and high pressure time for most of us. We were juggling *******,work,school,and some of us had husband's with high pressure jobs,which have a way of carrying over to spouses. It wasn't like we usually had a great amount of play time. We couldn't all have fun at the same time. There were too many ******* to care for,so we had to take turns.

We schemed and devised plans so elaborate that the military strategists would've envied us if they had known. Men didn't stand a chance. If we decided we could get a man one of us wanted,it was a done deal. It may have taken us weeks or sometimes months,but we always got our man. Some of our hubby's were usually cooperative,others not so much. One way or another,we would get what we wanted. We changed plans when necessary,and we would do whatever it took to make it work. No limits.

In some ways we were almost criminal at times. But Hey! It can be tough out there.

 

[seldomseen]

That was a good group of girls,women. There were seven of us in the core group,with several others being partial or part-time accomplices. About half of us had total freedom to fuck anybody we wanted at any time we could,one other wife and myself,and the two who weren't married. Most of the others,except Dawn got to get a little extra now and then with their hubby's approval,and there were a few times when their hubby's didn't know.

We were really busy and almost never had the opportunity to all be together at the same time,but we kept in touch every day.

I met both the single women in college classes. One of them was an exotic dancer who was my age,28. She was a real professional dancer,which I learned from her was an anomaly in strip clubs. She explained to me that some of the dancers were young mothers just trying to make ends meet financially,and others were party girls who could've won the lottery and would've been flat broke in a few months time. It was because of her that I seriously considered dancing in a strip club again. If I would've done it that time,it would've been for the money. The amount of money that she could make on one good night made my jaw drop. I seriously considered doing it,but I had so much going on with my kid and all that I couldn't. She was working to get her degree,because over thirty is over the hill in a strip club. It was then or never for me,so I never danced professionally,unless those two nights when I was with Andy counts.

 

[seldomseen]

I was laying with my cheek on his lower stomach,propped on my left elbow with my right hand on his cock,at the base,the side of my hand resting on his huge balls. I was barely moving my hand,studying it as it got closer to being fully erect. I've been interested in such cocks for a long time. They're my main subject of interest,and I've become an expert of sorts. This one's double digits when it's fully erect,and very thick. My hand only wraps two thirds of the way around it. No wonder it makes me feel stretched down there. The foreskin isn't as prominent as some,making me suspect that it might have been cut when he was a newborn. That's unusual with black men,but I've seen a couple that I thought were circumcised. I'm curious,but I won't ask. He might be sensitive about it,and it's none of my business to be sure. The head of it is the same size as the shaft,and it's almost perfectly straight. His balls are enormous. I can't get over how unusual he is in that respect. I've never seen another man who came close to having balls that big. He's a big man,but I've seen bigger men carrying much smaller equipment.

I moved above him and slid down to lick my way around his balls and up the shaft of his cock slowly,making sure that when I finally got to the tip,he would be primed to fuck me good. There's no sense in lingering for long on a BJ when I can barely get the tip of his cock in my mouth. He strained to reach my tits,so I paused and moved to the side and upward to help him get his hands on them. I felt my nipples harden as he pinched them firmly between his thumbs and forefingers.

Knowing it was time,I rolled onto the bed beside him,spreading my legs wide to occomodate his size as he positioned himself above me,putting his hand on the side of my hip to slide me a few inches to the spot he wanted me to be in for his initial penetration. I thought that if I had been in that exact spot,he would've moved me anyway. Alpha male.

I watched as I guided the head of his fully erect cock into my pussy. The second he felt my wetness on his cock,he pushed in. I was ready for it,but it's always a bit of a shock when the first inches of a really thick cock stretches me on entry. That's such an addicting sensation. It doesn't matter how many times I've felt it. Each time is still like a new experience. It never gets old.

As he went deeper,my involuntary reaction came into play. I feel the penetration and my body moves onto the man's cock on it's own. I have little if any control over how my body reacts,until his cock is fully seated into me and our pelvic structures feel each other's. I can sometimes feel the bottoming out against the top of my female cavity with cocks this big. It's a wonderful sensation when felt only slightly,but it can be painful if it hits too hard or the wrong way.

His strokes are deep as his rhythm steadily increases. I can feel the anticipation and sense that his release is coming sooner than usual. It has been a few days,and he says he's not fucking another woman now. When he's not so impatient with pent-up lust,I often have multiple orgasms,then cum again when I feel him erupting inside me. This time I knew we would have one big one together.

I'm self-conscious about making loud noises when I'm being fucked deeply and I cum really hard. I can hear myself groaning. It sounds like it's someone else,and that it's coming from another room. The hot liquid fills me beyond capacity and gushes out,down my spine and onto the bed even before he's finished emptying himself. It's quite extreme and it feels wonderful.

 

[seldomseen]

I was laying with my cheek on his lower stomach,propped on my left elbow with my right hand on his cock,at the base,the side of my hand resting on his huge balls. I was barely moving my hand,studying it as it got closer to being fully erect. I've been interested in such cocks for a long time. They're my main subject of interest,and I've become an expert of sorts. This one's double digits when it's fully erect,and very thick. My hand only wraps two thirds of the way around it. No wonder it makes me feel stretched down there. The foreskin isn't as prominent as some,making me suspect that it might have been cut when he was a newborn. That's unusual with black men,but I've seen a couple that I thought were circumcised. I'm curious,but I won't ask. He might be sensitive about it,and it's none of my business to be sure. The head of it is the same size as the shaft,and it's almost perfectly straight. His balls are enormous. I can't get over how unusual he is in that respect. I've never seen another man who came close to having balls that big. He's a big man,but I've seen bigger men carrying much smaller equipment.

I moved above him and slid down to lick my way around his balls and up the shaft of his cock slowly,making sure that when I finally got to the tip,he would be primed to fuck me good. There's no sense in lingering for long on a BJ when I can barely get the tip of his cock in my mouth. He strained to reach my tits,so I paused and moved to the side and upward to help him get his hands on them. I felt my nipples harden as he pinched them firmly between his thumbs and forefingers.

Knowing it was time,I rolled onto the bed beside him,spreading my legs wide to occomodate his size as he positioned himself above me,putting his hand on the side of my hip to slide me a few inches to the spot he wanted me to be in for his initial penetration. I thought that if I had been in that exact spot,he would've moved me anyway. Alpha male.

I watched as I guided the head of his fully erect cock into my pussy. The second he felt my wetness on his cock,he pushed in. I was ready for it,but it's always a bit of a shock when the first inches of a really thick cock stretches me on entry. That's such an addicting sensation. It doesn't matter how many times I've felt it. Each time is still like a new experience. It never gets old.

As he went deeper,my involuntary reaction came into play. I feel the penetration and my body moves onto the man's cock on it's own. I have little if any control over how my body reacts,until his cock is fully seated into me and our pelvic structures feel each other's. I can sometimes feel the bottoming out against the top of my female cavity with cocks this big. It's a wonderful sensation when felt only slightly,but it can be painful if it hits too hard or the wrong way.

His strokes are deep as his rhythm steadily increases. I can feel the anticipation and sense that his release is coming sooner than usual. It has been a few days,and he says he's not fucking another woman now. When he's not so impatient with pent-up lust,I often have multiple orgasms,then cum again when I feel him erupting inside me. This time I knew we would have one big one together.

I'm self-conscious about making loud noises when I'm being fucked deeply and I cum really hard. I can hear myself groaning. It sounds like it's someone else,and that it's coming from another room. The hot liquid fills me beyond capacity and gushes out,down my spine and onto the bed even before he's finished emptying himself. It's quite extreme and it feels wonderful.

That was yesterday. I tried to describe it in detail late last night.

 

[willsrvu]

Nice! I like detail!

 

[seldomseen]

Thank you!

I want to try to write more details to fill in some gaps that I know I left in some things I already wrote about. Knowing how to approach it is difficult because I can remember some situations and events very clearly,right down to how I felt. The problem is that much of it's fragmented in my memory. An example might be that I remember an hour of sex with a particular man very well,but I don't remember what led up to it or much,if anything about the day or night before or after. My hubby's perspective has been different about everything we've discussed,but that one thing is something we have in common. He's recalling a lot of things in much the same way,just flashes or segments of events. I'm considering trying to write some things like that,just what I remember. Of course I know the time frame and situation surrounding all of what I can remember. Maybe I'll just try writing the hot juicy details that I remember in the best way I can. It's good that I'm not depending on what I'm writing here for a living or being graded on it.

Thanks again for your encouragement and moral support.

 

[seldomseen]

There were some fun times out west. My involvement with my sisters made it special. I have to say that the frequency of sex there,or infrequency sometimes,was heartbreaking if compared to the earlier times I've written about. Everything from time constraints to family environments with older ******* made my previous attitude and approach to sex virtually impossible. I had some hot sex there. All of us did,except for poor Dawn. But,it often took far more scheming,planning,and waiting for the right time than anyone could imagine. One thing's for sure. Every time I got black sex there,I was more than ready for it.

I'll be considering what episodes I remember from then and from other times that might be interesting and entertaining if I can accurately describe them in some detail.

 

[seldomseen]

In the first several years after leaving Germany my sex came in spurts. Seriously.I would sometimes get nailed frequently for a few days,or even weeks,then sometimes go for weeks on end without an inch of cock.

 

[seldomseen]

This relationship was strange. I'm concerned that I might make it sound even more strange than it was when I try to describe it,but I can't tell much about what happened out west without describing the relationship I had with Dawn and her hubby. I'll call him Peter. (pun intended,read little prick) He was weasel,but he was married to one of my closest,and maybe my very best friend,so I had to tolerate him. Dawn was the only one in our group who never got any extra cock at all. Some of the others had restrictive agreements with their hubby's,only if their hubby's were present,only with a buddy of theirs,and those kinds of things. Dawn had Peter,and in my opinion,that's a big step down from a good vibrator with new batteries. She also had two ******* with him,and she was determined to stick it out with him. He was so insecure,jealous and possessive that he was constantly getting upset about her returning men's stares. And stare they did. Dawn was hot! She was almost the same size as me,but with slightly smaller tits and a slightly bigger,nicely shaped ass. She had long,naturally curly brown hair,beautiful blue eyes,and a very pretty face. If Peter knew what I knew,he would've drove himself over the deep end. I was tempted to tell him on multiple occasions,but I wouldn't because of Dawn. She wanted to be fucked by a black man so much that she was beside herself.

In the first couple of months I was there,I was busy as could be,trying to get everything set up for college,getting settled into a new apartment,etc. After I met Dawn,we hung out and did things together when we could,just regular things like grocery shopping and everyday stuff. Dawn was keen on hearing everything I would tell her about black men. I picked up on her secret quick,and I was happy to share what I could with her. I liked her a lot. She was so sweet,and in a very real,honest way.

After a couple of months went by,and my hubby flew off to wherever they went for the second time in that many months,I was telling Dawn how I wasn't in any better position to get laid by a black man than she was. She looked puzzled. I'm like,OK, I have all this going on with classes. I had a rug rat that I couldn't take my eyes off of for more than a few seconds. I was still looking for somebody for daycare,so I could commit to a class that I had to have for my degree. Besides all that,I didn't know anybody there who might want to fuck,and didn't see much of a chance of meeting anybody in the near future.

I was just starting to learn how witty Dawn could be. She had a look when she was thinking about something intensely that was so different from most of her common expressions that it almost made her look like a different person. She had that look just before she enlightened me. She had an idea that had been bouncing around in her pretty little head for some time,weeks I guess. She was apprehensive about telling me,because I had been so brutally honest with her about what I thought of her husband. I could tolerate him because she was my friend. I didn't like Peter very much,and I wasn't putting any effort into pretending that I did. I wasn't hostile toward him,just indifferent. I just tried to ignore him as much as possible. Well,Peter hadn't been ignoring me. He had been doing his best to pry any information out of Dawn that she knew about me,concerning the rumors in Germany. She could tell that Peter was getting turned on thinking about black men fucking me. I was in disbelief! I didn't even like Peter,and I was reasonably sure that he knew that. Why was he thinking about me and sex in the same thought??????

 

[seldomseen]

I couldn't get my head wrapped around the thought of Peter getting turned on by me or anything I had done or could do. He was married to a woman who looked better than me. She was obviously highly sexed,and I knew she wanted black cock so bad she could taste it. If he was turned on by a woman being fucked by black men,all he had to do was to say so. Dawn wanted it. If he had given his consent,I would've had a perfect partner. Then,all we would have to do would be to meet some black men and somehow arrange to connect with them.

 

[seldomseen]

Dawn laid out some information that struck me as really weird. She didn't make any immediate suggestions about possibilities based on that information,but it was clear that she was opening a window for consideration. I'm usually a fairly decisive person. I don't take long to make up my mind about most things. I might have quickly decided against anything that involved Peter in any way if I hadn't liked and trusted Dawn so much. It wasn't like I had never done anything outrageous before,but I had to think very carefully about what I knew Dawn was thinking.

 

[seldomseen]

I should point out that the discussion with Dawn happened relatively early in our time out west. It was before our group was completely together. Nothing happened as a result of that conversation for several months. Things often moved slowly there for one reason or another. Dawn had put the idea on the table,although somewhat indirectly. There were several black guys in Peter's unit who she would have liked to fuck if she could. She couldn't,but I could.

 

[seldomseen]

I was standing in the corner between the wall and the little boy's bed in my friend Carole's apartment when Sean came into the room. My hand was already on the button of my skirt as he shut the door behind him. We had been flirting for weeks. Sean had claimed to know exactly what I needed and had boasted that he was just the man to give it to me. The moment had come to prove it. It wasn't the ideal place,and we had little time. I tossed my skirt onto the bed,leaving me in my thong panties and tank top. He'd had his hand under my skirt while I was standing at the bar in the kitchen just minutes earlier. I was already wet with anticipation when he put his hand on my pussy again and leaned to kiss me. I reached his stiffening cock with both my hands as he filled my mouth with his tongue while slipping his middle finger past my soaked panties and into my pussy. That moment felt glorious! I was wishing for more time,but knew we had to make the most of what would be only a few minutes. I turned and bent over as Sean released me from his kiss,holding my panties to one side with one hand while bracing myself by holding onto the bed with my other hand. I was fully prepared when he drove deep into me. I felt my orgasm starting as soon as I felt the pressure of his body against my ass and the back of my thighs. He held me at the top of my hips with both his hands as he drove into me all the way with each stroke. My high-heeled sandals brought me close to being high up enough for him,but not quite. I had to hold onto the bed with both hands as my feet dangled above the floor,his hands holding most of my weight as I was impaled on his cock. I felt my face flush as my orgasm intensified. I clenched my teeth together tightly,trying hard not to shriek when I felt his hot semen being released inside me. To my delight,he pushed hard into me as he came,leaving his cum as deep inside me as possible.

Two or three minutes later,I straightened my skirt and tossed my hair about in my best attempt to look "normal",then got one more good kiss from Sean before exiting the kid's bedroom.


This was in that first summer out west,a few months after we left Germany. I wasn't getting much opportunity for sex then. I had to take it any way I could get it.

 

[seldomseen]

After my hubby put the word out that I was available to all those black guys in Germany I didn't have to worry about getting enough sex anymore. I had men in my apartment every day and night. They were all patient when I was having to feed and take care of my baby. I made sure they knew that I appreciated their patience and that I wouldn't keep them waiting any longer than I had to. I enjoyed them watching me and I would give them peek shows sometimes while we were waiting for my baby to fall asleep. There were guys who liked to kiss me and feel me up while I was nursing my baby.

The weather was bad during much of that time. I wasn't outside much,but when I did have to go to the commissary or run errands,I would always see men who fucked me. I doubt that I can explain how that made me feel. It was a turn on for me,but I don't think most women would feel like I do about it. Some would,but I think I'm in a minority. The freedom to be a whore is a special kind of freedom. It's very enjoyable for me. That time in Germany and before that,when we lived beside Curt were the only times I've had that totally unrestricted freedom to be a whore. Other than those two periods,I've always had family,business,and social considerations that made it necessary for me to either be discreet to one degree or another,or refrain from any extra-marital sex at all. I've really enjoyed going all out and spreading my legs for black men as much as possible during the times when I've had total freedom to do it as much as I wanted to. It was always in my mind then that it couldn't be like that full-time forever. Priorities change as we go through life. We gotta do what we gotta do. That's why I went for it while I could,and I have no regrets that I did. Life got a lot more complicated later on.