Prior to my experiencing a Black lover, our sex life was kind of hit-and-miss, not a real priority. Happened when it did, which was increasingly rare.
We had realized that our relationship, while not on the rocks, needed serious attention, so we went on vacation to the Bahamas. The sole intent was to reconnect with each other, leaving the phones and computers home, just the two of us at a small hotel near the beach.
We were doing what we came to do, and we were seriously drawing closer, but we met a Black local guy and over the course of our stay, he became a steady conversationalist while we sunned ourselves on the beach. Just talk about everything - except sex.
Evening before our last full day there, hubby got ******* (I wasn't far behind him) when he offered the opinion that the guy who had been talking to us wanted to have me. I thought it was the ******* talking as no sexual discussions took place at all. I thought he was simply *******, but it put the seed into my head.
The next day, when we were alone, I asked him if he was serious. He surprised me by saying he was. So I invited the guy back to our room and he had me.
No real prior discussions before it happened - but a lot afterwords, and I think that's where the final decisions are made, in the aftermath, not the preliminaries.
We had realized that our relationship, while not on the rocks, needed serious attention, so we went on vacation to the Bahamas. The sole intent was to reconnect with each other, leaving the phones and computers home, just the two of us at a small hotel near the beach.
We were doing what we came to do, and we were seriously drawing closer, but we met a Black local guy and over the course of our stay, he became a steady conversationalist while we sunned ourselves on the beach. Just talk about everything - except sex.
Evening before our last full day there, hubby got ******* (I wasn't far behind him) when he offered the opinion that the guy who had been talking to us wanted to have me. I thought it was the ******* talking as no sexual discussions took place at all. I thought he was simply *******, but it put the seed into my head.
The next day, when we were alone, I asked him if he was serious. He surprised me by saying he was. So I invited the guy back to our room and he had me.
No real prior discussions before it happened - but a lot afterwords, and I think that's where the final decisions are made, in the aftermath, not the preliminaries.