Wow! Hard to imagine it has been over a year and a half since the last post. For one thing as we age we are discovering the drive for exploration is not as intense as it was. That doesn't mean the desire is not there, but between family, real life, and the difficulty in finding real hookups it is much tougher than the fantasy writers in some of the forums would have you think.
On one side since her meeting with her regular in November of 2012 we have only played three times, with a forth time coming up. All with the same guy. The reasons are many different reasons but one is that the traditional ways of meeting people when we were in the lifestyle before the break was pretty straightforward--ads on swinger sites and a couple of lifestyle forums. When we went back to the same things, the responses were dismal. I guess more people are going to social media, but with our need for discretion that is not a viable way for us.
Her new guy we met while on vacation, and after our own personal pub crawl last year we went on to Craiglist and put an ad, and the next day answered some of the likely responses--and then later that evening we met for a drink--which ended up with her getting one of the best fucking of her life. Her guy from November, the only holdover from when we were active in the lifestyle who was still playing, she was OK, but he is always emotionally distant, even though he has a porn-star size dick.
This new guy was almost as big and maybe a little thicker (she says). And he was attentive, long on kissing, foreplay, extended fucking, and concentrating on getting her off several times before he cane. What she loves--right down to the cuddling afterward.
We made plans to meet later in the year--but he had a family member die.
Life threw us some curves in between then and vacation this year, and she anxiously asked if I had heard from him, and I told her I had.
I asked her how she would refer to him? Lover or?
"Boyfriend," she said. "My black boyfriend."
Later when I mentioned it again referring to him as her boyfriend she backed off. "A boyfriend is someone who takes you out on a date, has dinner with you. He's more of a fuck buddy." I reminded her he had met us for dinner in public. "That's true," she said, adding nothing more.
Based in her reaction compared with her other black lovers, I think boyfriend is a better term, so I will refer to him as that. She gives him all the emotional and physical attributes that come with it although she doesn't really want to admit it. Her check-off list for the type of man she likes all fit him: tall, very black, big thick cock, long lasting, attentive, and eager to fuck her. No compromises with him on what she likes--he's the package.
So this year we met him again--early in the evening without going out to dinner. She wore a sexy bustier under her clothing, and within minutes of sitting down on the couch, before I could even get a camera turned on, they were locked in an embrace. They made out and slowly progressively undressed each other, until finally he was nude, she only had the bustier on, and he was sucking on her breasts in a way that I know from experience lights her up. I told her later that he is one of the few lovers she has had that likes her tits as well as I do.
She sucked his cock eagerly, and then he wanted her to stand up on the couch as he sat there and with her leaning over him ate her pussy while she stood over him, grinding her pussy into his mouth. He pulled her down on to his lap, his black cock standing straight up, and as she lowered herself she moved her body--not so that he could enter her--because she had specified condoms only--but so that she could rub her pussy over his bare cock, rubbing his cock shaft between her pussy lips and over her clit. She told me later that she had been very tempted to guide him inside her bareback, but she had second thoughts at the last moment she moved his cock to the side and sat the rest of the way down on his lap.
"I want your pussy," he said.
"It's yours." she answered. He whispered something in her ear that I couldn't hear, and the then said, "I want to be your slut. I will be your slut for the evening."
When they stood to go into the bedroom he had her take his cock in her hand and lead him into the bedroom by his cock. With a start like that you know the sex was damn near earth shattering, and it was, both of them going at it like hungry rabbits once he got a condom on.
At one point he pulled her up on him and stood, fucking her standing as she hung on to him with her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and his cock buried in her. He moved her to the wall and fucked her against the wall for a while too before putting her back down on the bed, moving her to doggie position facing a mirror and telling her to watch herself get fucked.
The summation of this night is they fucked--and fucked--and fucked--and he left her satiated and weak several hours later.
She wanted to see him again before we left, which we had not talked about, but later in the week it was a return engagement.
He had been so close to getting his cock in her bare (which he obviously wanted to do), that this night as they ended up naked on the bed, with her stroking his cock, he moved into position to fuck her, only inches away from her pussy with his bare hard cock, and his cock was aimed directly at her now soaked pussy. As he moved forward she reached to his cock. I fully expected from the way she was into the moment that she would guide him inside her, but she moved it up between them and they kissed a while, and she explained that if he wanted to fuck her bare she was willing once he got tested. He nodded, rose off of her and holding his cock at the base began to beat on her pussy and click with his cock. When he held her pussy lips apart with one hand while he slapped his cock on her open clit she started cumming, and he didn't do just that, he rubbed the head of his cock up between her pussy lips, getting enough of her moisture on her clit, that mixed with his pre-cum when he pulled his cock off her in an upward stroke of his cock slapping her pussy there was a enough sticky clear fluid that it stuck and stretched thin before breaking between their two bodies.
Finally he straightened up, pulled a rubber on and fucked her long and hard.
When she and I watched the video afterward she remarked, "Wow. I didn't know he was doing that without a condom."
"Well you told him the next time we met him after he was tested that he could do you bareback," I reminded her.
"I know. Who in the world wants to use a condom unless you have to. I want to feel him cum inside me." she said.
In the past few weeks he and I have texted, and his tests are all OK, and he's ready to meet when we are--so that is coming up. Not only that but we have one promising contact from another source that too seems to be the perfect fit. So suffice to say I may have more to post in the near future. Thanks to those of you who have stayed with us on this blog despite the long break.