Her Second Black Cock

Just for a timeline reference on things, we talked about doing others for years, and she met her first black lover at Mardi Gras and we met him a few weeks later for her first experience. This was in April. She met him for a second time in late May. And then our real lives got in the way and I really was worried about her developing an emotional relationship with Sam, so I resisted another meeting until she had had some more experiences with different guys. I've described most of this in the last few posts.

The following took place in August--and which is really a realistic timeline for us even today. She'd play more if she could but our real lives get in the way.

And if you think I've got total recall to remember the conversation, I can honestly say it is not my imagination or even my recollection. As I've stated several times I video everything, and this is exactly as it really happened.

I left the room to let them talk, and he was very articulate, talked easily, and told her it was his birthday and she could help him celebrate his birthday. I think that was the final straw. She asked where we would meet, I called him and asked, call the Hilton, got a room reserved and called him back, setting it up for 8:30 in the hotel bar that same night.

She was giddy like a school girl getting ready for a date.
Upstairs she showered, shaved her pussy bare, and laid out her clothes to wear, trying on a few things and nothing to revealing. “I don’t want to lead him on in case I decide not to do it.” We had enough time to pack, drive there, shower, change clothes, and gather our thoughts for about 5 minutes before time to go to the bar.

She had done her nails on the drive, and spent the time in the room applying her make-up. Then she dressed in a low cut black warparound dress, a silver neckace, a thong with a rhinestone diamond where the straps met in the back, and strap high heels with the matching rhinestones on the straps. Her long brunette hair was brushed back and loose. She was delectable. On her right ankle she had an ankle chain with a Q and spade on her I had given her on her first black experience.

We went into the bar, had a drink or two, and he walked in. Late 39's, bald, well built in a tight tee shirt and jeans. I didn’t recognize him but he was alone, walked right up to Anna and sat down beside her at the bar. I asked if he was Zeb and he nodded and we shook hands. He ordered a beer, and we moved to a table, where we sat for a while, I would leave to get drinks, and when I got back the second round she was telling him of her fantasy with black men. Later I learned he had asked “What is it that got you wanting black men?”

It was natural but it was out here now, she was fucking a guy preferably because he was black—and he knew—and she knew—and I knew. It had never been mentioned when she was with Sam. Not either time. And now she was telling a black guy sitting here having drinks with us that she wanted to fuck him because he was black, and he answered that he felt the same way about white women, citing that a lot of black women had attitudes in his opinion.

We talked along sexual lines, nothing specific but more “lifestyle” talk, about how she was uncomfortable admitting we were now in the “lifestyle”, and he cautioned us about getting too involved and getting really out of control. We didn’t get into sexual specifics, but she had sat there long enough thinking about fucking him I felt. Finally she said, “I think we need to take this to the room.”

We paid our tabs and as we walked through the lobby she put her arm in his, claiming she needed to be steadied from the drinks. In the room I unlocked it, moved to a chair and they turned to each other began kissing at the end of the bed, not a long kiss, maybe a minute, and as they kissed he unbuckled his pants and slid them down with one hand, guiding her hand to his cock.

I know this is so stereotypical that is sounds fake but it is the truth, he had a long cock. I mean LONG, and it was hard and straight out. Anna wrapped her hand around it, and dropped to her knees. (He later told her it was 9 ½”) She had one fist on top of the other and still had a lot of cock sticking out to suck. She grunted a low guttural grunt when she took him in her mouth and devoured him. She devoured his cock like it was a long stick of chocolate she had been lusting after forever. Maybe in a sense she was.

He slid her straps off her shoulder as she continued to suck his cock, and flipped her nipples with his fingertips, and stood straight up which his cock straight out for her to suck. And suck she did. Moaning and grunting and enjoying his big cock. She sounded like she was cumming as she eagerly sucked him.
She kissed his balls, holding his cock to the side and it extended beyond the back of her head. She sucked him, and put his cock down her throat, Deep throating him as I had never seen her do before, gagging a bit but still putting his cock down her throat.

She was holding the backs of his legs pulling his cock into her, taking it and rubbing it over her nipples, on occasional “OH GOD” moaning from her as he gave soft moans of pleasure himself, with saying “yeah” softly. She was pumping her hand over his cock, looking up at him as she sucked him.

He pulled her hair back and held it behind her head so he could see her mouth on him, also partially guiding her mouth up and down on him.

“I’m going to love fucking you doggie style” he said. He was moaning too, and then she stood up.

“You ready?” she asked as she let the dress fall, she stepped out of it while he pulled his shirt over his head and stepped out of his pants, and he leaned over and stripped her thong off her. They kissed standing, both naked now, her hand on his hard cock and his fingers moving to her soaked pussy, flicking her clit quickly with his fingertips and sliding his fingers inside her.

“Yess, oh yes” he said. I was afraid he was going to slide his cock into her right there.

“Condoms,” I said, breaking my silence.

“You bring’em?” she asked.

Instead he picked up his pants, reached in the front pocket, and lay three foil packs of condoms onto the nightstand. I looked at them—Magnum XL size. When it rolled it down his cock it didn’t reach the bottom of his cock—and he climbed on the bed and rolled to his back, his cock sticking up, and she climbed on behind him, stroking his rubber clad cock. She moved over top of him, positioning her pussy over his cock that he guided up with one hand as she lowered herself slowly onto his cock, sliding his cock into my wife’s wet pussy. She held herself over his cock, bearing her weigh on her thighs with her feet flat on the bed beside him and moved up and down on his cock as he laid there and enjoyed it. She leaned back with him still inside her, placing her hands just above his knees, her feet flat, and slid his cock in and out of her with her pelvic thrusting, grunting an “Ahh” as she did with each down stroke, finally moving off her feet to her knees, now grinding her pussy against him, his long cock all the way inside her, his hands reaching her breasts and pulling on her nipples as the fucked.

She go louder, her grunts mixing with moans in a regular rhythm that matched her movements on his cock.

Her grunts were in Mmmhh, Mmmmmh, Mummmh and she got faster, moving back to her feet flat beside him and pumping up on his cock faster, her moans changing to Ohhh, Ohhhh, Ohhh’s, her long hair waving back and forth, her breasts bouncing wildly, lost in the fucking. She kissed him as she rode his cock, “Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Ahhhh, Ahhh” she was almost shouting, the gasping, back off her feet and grinding on him, leaning back, his hand groping and playing with her breasts mre, goind on like this for looong minutes.

Getting louder and louder and the she slowed, got quieter, and slowed, still with his cock inside her, and she moved off him, rolling to her hands and knees as he moved behind her to fuck her doggy style has he had promised.

Once he got inside her he pumped her fast a stroke or two and slapped her ass, softer the first time. I started to say something, as we hadn’t talked about having her ass slapped, but she said nothingi and he slapped her ass harder. She moaned in pleasure and I leaned back in the char. Then turning almost sideways with his left foot over her right shoulder, fucking her sideways, her ass and pussy up in the air with her shoulders flat on the bed, moving around to fuck her hard, and telling him, “Yess, mmmm, fuck me.” She said it lowered and he slapped her ass again, harder, reaching forward and pulling her hair back as he moved slowing in and out of her pussy, all the way inside her with his long cock, a loud “mmmmh, mmmuh” with each stroke, missed with slaps, and “ohhhh’s” and “Yessss,” She raised back to her hands and he held her ass on him as she ground and moved on his cock without her moving, holding onto her hair with one hand now, holding her hips against him only letting go to slap her ass or lean forward and squeeze her breast, holding onto it hard as she fucked against him, the she slowed and he pumped her, moving her back until his feet were on the floor, their bodies slapping as they rammed against each other.

She buried her head into the pillow so she could scream her muffled, “ooohh GOOood” and as he continued fucking her she begged, “come in my cunt” oohh come in my cunt. Tell me when you’re ready to come in my cunt.”

She came but he didn’t stop, slowing his fucking but never taking it out of her pussy. She moved her feet between her legs like Sam had done her. Slapping her ass every now and then, and she started having another orgasm.

“You like my black cock?” he ask as he fucked her,

“Yess,” and he slapped her ass when she answered, then he moved over her on his feet on the bed, leaning almost over top of her with his cock still buried in her pussy.

“You love my big dick?” he asked.

“Yess, you know I love it,”

SLAP

Oh my God, Oh my God, yesss.” He let his weight down on her pussy, her flat on the bed with her legs spread and his cock still inside her. “Yess, Yess”, she hissed through clenched teeth.

He took her left leg and pulled it up, picking up the pace, then rolling her to her side, one leg up, his cock inside her, one hand on her breast pulling it as she fucked him, “Oh yesss. “ohhh” throatier, “Muuuuh, Ohhhhhh, Ohhhh Yesss” through her teeth.

“Oh yess,” he said, and she answered.

She started building to another orgasm “Ohh fuck me” “I love how you fuck me” she breathed.

“You like my dick?”

“I love your dick,” she gasped.

“Oh yess, she repeated again. Slap.

“Um huh?” he said, pumping her faster.

“Oh God. Fuck me.”


“Um huh?” SLAP
“Oh God that feels so good.” Her ass was red with his handprints from his slapping of her ass. He started pumping her faster, then flattening her on the bed again. Holding one foot up.

“Oh fuck me. Cum in my cunt. Tell me when you’re gonna cum in my cunt”

Then her Muummh, Oh Mummmh Oh SLAP, SLAP, harder SLAP

“Oh cum” all mixing with their Yeahhhs,

You’re so wet,” he moans. Ohhh himself, mixing with her whimpers now.

“Yes.”

“I love it.” She said.

“That dick?”

“I do, I love it.” Slap

Oh yes.” SLAP

Mmmm?” SLAP

He slowed again. “Oh yeah.

“Yeah you do.”

“I do, you know it do. Fuck me. God you’re such a good fuck.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Ohhhhh” she breathed, “Oh yesss.”

I want you to cum, he said. Mmmh huh?

“Yess, you know I love it.”

She screamed as she came, and the she slowed, and stopped. “I need to take a break.”

“You want to rest a minute?”

“Yes, I need to take a break.” He didn’t move, just slowed, still fucking her.

“You know you like it.”

“I do, I do.” She said. “I love your cock in my pussy.”

She sat on the foot of the bed and he sat in the chair, pulling his briefs back on, and they talked for a few minutes about different chit-chat. She was taking her bare foot and running it up and down his leg, and then she fell to her knees in front of him, pulling his cock out the side of his briefs and sucking more, sucking him rock hard again and laying back again for him to keep fucking her.

He’d change position, fuck her for a while, move, fuck her some more, and she started her loud rhythmic cumming and started squirting as he fucked her. He loved it, saying she was on the second woman who had ever done that, and he pulled out for a minute to rest, and the lay on the bed, not cuddling but just beside each other resting.

She said something about trying a new position and I suggested reverse cowgirl, she he said “yeah” and she moved over him and I went to the front side so I could see his cock sliding into her. She was so quick that she had him cock inside her before I could get around and get the camera turned on,. “Shit, I missed it,” I exclaimed.

My wife, facing me, sitting on this guy’s big black cock buried into her pussy, looks me straight in the face and asks, “Want me to do it again?”

I nodded, and she moved off his cock, hovering her pussy over it, positioning it to her pussy with one hand, and lowered her body onto the top of it, rubbing it back and forth and then lowering her body all the way onto it, moving her pelvis around in a circle, and then she simply forgot I was there and began sliding up and down on his cock, leaning back, up and down, fucking like I could only imagine her fucking before, again cumming and sqiriting before finally moving off his cock and laying on the bed beside him.
They lay there for a few minutes and he told her he had another place he had to be, and he pulled his pants on, we shook hands and talked about another time, and he left.

At which point I began to fuck my wife. As I entered her she said, “I’m sore and a little raw from all that fucking, so go easy.”

I smiled and began fucking her myself—the first of four times before morning, which was the first time in years I've had that happen.

One More Step Closer

Mardi Gras is our playground for the turning points in our journey. It is just easier to let go there, and once we’ve gone that far it is simply much easier to go there again. Anna doesn’t think a second time about flashing if it is in the right situation, like a bunch of friends drinking and anyone else flashing.
The next year we were on a balcony and we were talking to a younger guy standing beside us on the balcony. She had flashed him a time or two, and after I came back she went to the restroom and came back with a low cowl neck top she had carried in her purse. She had said she had to have a buzz going before she could wear it. Between her boobs I could see a thin gold chain. It connected to two rings that fit around her nipples that I had bought for her a year before. When she pulled up her top one of them slid off, and the best way to put it back on is to put it in your mouth and suck the nipple through the ring. I did it in front of him. Later the other one fell off. “Let me,” he said, and did a couple of times, kissing her nipples to do so.
That night back in the room she told me she had been kissing him when I had gone to piss. “I wish we had brought him back to our hotel room.” She said.
Over time I had come to the frame of mind that I wish she would take it further. But sober, and at home, at this time she would always go back to, “You know I was drinking and didn’t really mean what I said.” I believe when she has a light buzz she is more honest with me than she is stone sober, so I just nod my head and waited for the next time when she gets crazy.
I realize there are some checking this blog out for the hot sex stuff, and that is coming—but when I look back on things one of the things that interests me most is seeing the little minor things that were small steps beyond her comfort zone, a step bolder, a step sexier, letting another guy cop a feel or see some flesh, and each step was a step closer to becoming a woman who would now eagerly enjoy being fucked by another man.

Felt up in Public at Mardi Gras

Letting Go at Mardi Gras
Mardi Gras is where her wild side emerged and blossomed, and they fact we are where we are today is thanks to that event—because she found a place where she could get as uninhibited as she dared—and with others getting crazy and the drinking it allowed her to discover her sluttier side.
She had first earned her beads by showing her breasts last year, but this year she had told me that she was going with me but to not expect her to do a lot of flashing. In her words she said she was going to be a good girl this year.
The idea of showing my wife off has always been a turn-on, which she has resisted for years except for a couple of visits to nude beaches, and with the exception of Mardi Gras last year had never exposed her breasts in public
Sexually one-on-one she has always been adventurous, open minded, and loves to role play as we talk through different scenarios. When I say “how about a fantasy” to her, I will describe scenes much like I find in letters on the internet as I stroke her body.
While she wasn’t baring herself at Mardi Gras, she didn’t mind me walking around with my camera getting shot after shot of other ladies baring their tops for beads, in the true Mardi Gras tradition, but she had warned me a dozen times not to pressure her to flash.
There were a lot of college kids coming in for spring break, which meant the streets were more crowded with kids exchanging beads without flashing, dancing together, and just meeting here and there, and nothing quite like our previous Mardi Gras. We decided it best to look down on the crowd and cast a few beads from a balcony to escape the crush of people. Our first choice wanted a $30.00 cover, but the next balcony we tried was $10.00 each so we paid, went up and just threw beads and people-watched until we got tired.
This restaurant had a Fat Tuesday special of a Cajun buffet and balcony space from 5 p.m. till 12 p.m., so we paid in advance for Fat Tuesday. We had spent most of Mardi Gras just walking around taking photos of all the ladies flashing while Anna continued to be a good girl.
Fat Tuesday things changed. We had some drinks, went to a parade, and this time she chose a crochet top, which has a thin lining in the front but thin enough to see the darkness of her nipples if you’re looking close in the right sunlight, It is open weave in the back, and is one of her sexiest tops, so I had some hopes that she might earn some beads before Mardi Gras was over. We had a couple of drinks as we wandered.
We were talking, she looked up and said that there are some nice beads, so I moved to the side, she went under the balcony, motioned and pulled up her top, showing her breasts and as always when she flashes, her nipples very erect. A few guys ran up and took photos too, the guy on the balcony threw the beads, she put them around her neck and we continued up the street, pausing three more times for her to show her breasts in exchange for beads.
When we got to the restaurant that afternoon we went to the balcony where I began tossing beads to the several women eagerly showing in the street below. Anna was standing beside me and in a few minutes I noticed she was motioning to a boy in the crowd. He tossed up some beads and she reached down to her top, lifting up to display her breasts to the crowd below, where there was a lot of popping flashes and a few cheers. To show to a crowd was a real stretch for her, but she just smiled at me and sipped more on her drink.
I was throwing beads, shooting some photos, and watching some of the other ladies on the balcony as they flash, and of course drinking.
Anna flashed a few more times, and a guy in his early 30’s standing beside here was entranced with watching her show her breasts and he started talking more to her.
As the evening wore on I had to turn sideways as more people crowded to the balcony, and my wife would wander up, talk awhile, talk to the people around us, and wander back away from the edge, where she began having longer conversations with two different guys, one a guy from Ireland named Joe, who she introduced to me.
I recalled in one of my photos from the previous year a girl leaning out over the balcony and her boyfriend reaching from behind her and raising her top to the crowd. I had mentioned to the guy and his wife standing on my left, and now as I watched she leaned over and he ran his hands down the inside of her bikini top and pulled it aside, displaying her breasts to the crowd, which applauded.
My wife came up and I moved her to the front. I told her that the next time she flashed I would lift her top for her.
“That’s what the other guys have been doing with me” she told me. I was shocked, and then she leaned over to me and whispered in slurred words told me, “when we get back to the room I’m going to fuck your balls off.”
She leaned over and I lifted her top, taking special attention to rubbing her breasts in front of the crowd before pulling the top down. It was one of the most erotic things I had ever done to that point. Joe, one of the guys who had been lifting her top, she said, was standing there as I did, and he asked that I take a photo of my wife with him, so I took one photo of her and Joe with his camera, her arms around his neck, and her top pulled up exposing her breasts, and as I raised the camera he told me, “No one is going to see this photo in America,” it was going to Europe, and moved his hand to cup her breast. She didn’t object, so I took the photo, and then a second one of the same pose. They broke, she pulled her top down, and walked over to me. He asked to take a photo of the two of us, so we posed, and as he took the photo she exposed her breasts to him again.
It was turning into a horny evening, the crowd was getting rowdier and I took my place at the balcony edge again, throwing beads, taking photos. I looked back over my shoulder a little later and she was posed with the other guy she had been talking too, again pulling up her top for the photo. She was laughing and having a wonderful time and as you imagine the guys in the photos (and most of the other guys on the balcony were loving it), pulling up her top for anyone who asked. It was horny for me. I was a bit more uncomfortable when I saw the second guy reach out and cup her breast as the photo was taken. It was one thing for me to be taking the photo and quite another for her to be doing it not even knowing if I was around, but I had a good buzz myself and it didn’t seem to register.
She came back over, flashed a few more times lifting her top herself and told me she was going to the bathroom. About a minute later Joe told me he was going to the bathroom and he left too. With the drinks I had a few minutes of recognition time but it occurred to me that I probably should check on things, especially after she had had plenty of time to go to the bathroom and return. I could imagine Joe trying to sneak her into one of the restrooms for more than just flashing. I went around the balcony and entered on the other side and stopped. Anna was across the room just inside the doorway (screened from where I had been standing on the balcony). Joe was kissing her. They kissed for a while, broke it, and he kept his arm around her. One of the other guys came up with a camera, he whispered in her ear, she laughed, and he raised her top exposing her breasts for the other guy while he took a photo with Joe’s arm around her. So now not only was she flashing out of sight from me but also flashing whomever Joe was asking her to flash.
As she pulled her top down she looked up and her eyes caught mine and she went pale, knowing I had seen her.
Now at this time we were a long way from where we are today, evolving, and I this was way over the line for me. I went into the restroom and tried to get a handle in my feelings, finally calming down and saying to myself hell, it’s Mardi Gras, and went back out, I would let it go where it ran. Anna was back outside on the balcony by then.
I asked her if she was ready to go, and she said she wanted to stay. We threw some more beads, she flashed a time or two, once when I went downstairs and out into the street to show her flashing her breasts to the crowd and shoot a photo from that angle.
When I went back upstairs she pulled up against me and said told me she had enough stuff to do role-playing fantasies with for five years.
I asked what do you mean, and she said she would tell me back in the room.
It was almost midnight and I hurried her along to get her back to the hotel to hear about what I had missed, but I had to stop three times while she flashed some of the balcony holders on the side streets.
In the room we undressed and lay on the bed, her with her mouth near my cock, and my fingers reaching for her pussy. She was dripping, and she began to tell me what was happening while I was throwing beads, in between licks on my dick.
She was talking to two different guys, and no one was throwing beads. Joe told her he would help her get some beads and started pointing to guys in the crowd, motioning them to throw beads. She was breathing heavier as she told me. When the beads came in, he moved behind her and lifted her top to the crowd, then as he lowered my top he moved his hands to her breasts and slid his hands over them, tugging a little on her nipples, and then down her belly before he removed his hands she said, running her hands up my chest to demonstrate how he had felt her.
I would have expected her to slap him, or move away, but Anna stayed with him, which told me more than her voice was saying. I was very hard. What she told me next confirmed it. Joe went to the bathroom and the other guy she was talking to moved up beside her, he must have seen what Joe had done, so he waved to some guys to throw beads, and when they did he moved behind her and raised her top like Joe had, and like Joe when he lowered her top he kept his hands under her top and caressed her breasts too. I couldn’t believe my good girl who wasn’t going to flash was letting two different men feel her up in front of the crowd.
She said Joe came back over and I asked why she didn’t leave. She said it felt great, and she didn’t want him to stop, she said as she slid her mouth around my dick again. Then she added, that wasn’t all, and she continued.
Joe came back and as they talked he put his hand at the edge of her top and moved his hand up under it, feeling her breasts, feeling her up.
I asked if he lifted her top this time.
She said he didn’t lift her top, he just played with her breasts.
I asked if she had tried to stop him. She answered no.
She was panting herself, her hand around my dick, taking me in her mouth between sentences as she described how he pulled his hand out from underneath her top, talked some more and then again moved his hand under her top again, playing with her breasts some more. She told me, god she was so horny.
I asked if he had hit on her, and she said he had asked if there was any chance and she had told him no. Joe left and went over and talked to this other woman for a while, and came back, this time when he tried to put his hand under her top again, she stopped him, and that was when she came back over to stand beside me on the balcony.
She said that that wasn’t the horniest thing that had happened to her though. Toward the end of the night she went into the buffet to get a little to eat, and there was another guy, with that couple who were beside me, who had been watching her flash all night, and they talked a little, and she was eating the tail off a crawfish, he told to just suck it, and she told him she couldn’t, and he demonstrated. Then he told her wanted to take a photo of her, so she’d raised her top, and he flashed it. Then he told her to show her beaver. She asked him what he’d said, and he repeated it, and then said he wanted to eat her.
She said she wasn’t sure she had heard him right, so she asked him again. Anna said. He told her that he wanted to eat her, he asked her if she would go in the bathroom with him and she told him no. He asked Anna if she was sure and she told him no again.
She said that was it, but it was soo hot, being felt up by two guys, and being propositioned by two guys. “It’s really helped my ego tonight,” she said.
At this moment I was fighting to hold back from coming, but I asked if she liked other men touching her breasts.
She told me yes it felt great.
Caught up in the passion I asked, if she wanted more men to touch her breasts. Anna paused for a second, then grunted a yes, and at this point it was more than I could take, I rolled her to her back, crawled between her legs and sunk my throbbing cock into her soaked hot pussy in a single stoke.
As I began to fuck her I told her next year more men would touch her breasts, and I might even tell some of them they were welcome to touch her breasts. I asked if she would you like that.
Yes, Yes, just fuck me, she said arching her back as I came as she said it and collapsed.
As my breathing returned I told her that I wasn’t joking.
She answered she knew. In my mind I had this vision of two different guys posing for a photo with her at the same time, both of them holding a breast, everyone looking into my camera.

Even sober the next day she talked about how horny she was and glad she let it happen.

It was a bold step for both of us, and my reaction encouraged her for sure. Another step on her journey.