One guy, (a new one) she was supposed to meet was all set to go when he got back into the US (he was overseas). But when he was supposed to be here he vanished as far as internet contact was concerned. Didn't see him online. No email. And while we had his phone number she got cold feet and refused to call him, wanting him to initiate things. We've not seen him online since, and suspect it might have something to do with his job and being unable to come back to the US. From our past conversations with him basically that is all I care to say about that. She ready to play with him when he gets around to calling.
But on a more positive note, our friend who took her out on a date last year, and gave her a great evening, has been in touch and wants to play, and we have the room reserved for a date within the next two weeks. So the drought looks like it will end. He's one of the men on her bareback approved list as long as they bring an updated negative test, which he's promised to do.
On top of that two other regulars are back in touch and wanting to play. The lady is once again popular again--and it looks like she may be heading for getting her groove back (or at the very least something very black and very hard in her groove!)
Monday, March 8, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
False alarm
When I gave her the chart on the possibilities, she asked me, "Will you be disappointed if I give it back to you blank?" (She's in a self-confidence slump due to putting on a few pounds).
"No, not at all, your body, your call," I answered.
She didn't say anything, and over the next couple of days we had two business conflicts eliminate two possibilities. That night we watched an interracial video I'd downloaded from the net, she wanted to see one of her with one of her black lover, we watched that, got fired up and fucked. As we lay there she said, "I don't see how we can do it with everything we have going on." The damnable thing is she is right.
The drought continues.
The timeline of her journey will resume, but with the drought we are fast approaching real time narratives.
We do have a serious prospect she'd talked to and we have a tentative date set up in a few weeks.
"No, not at all, your body, your call," I answered.
She didn't say anything, and over the next couple of days we had two business conflicts eliminate two possibilities. That night we watched an interracial video I'd downloaded from the net, she wanted to see one of her with one of her black lover, we watched that, got fired up and fucked. As we lay there she said, "I don't see how we can do it with everything we have going on." The damnable thing is she is right.
The drought continues.
The timeline of her journey will resume, but with the drought we are fast approaching real time narratives.
We do have a serious prospect she'd talked to and we have a tentative date set up in a few weeks.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
A Break in the timeline
Everything posted so far in this blog has been in chronological order as it happened.
However, after a long break we're getting more back into the groove and wanted to share some of the anticipation part of her journey. It has been a couple of months since she played--not because of lack of desire but because we have a family member move in with us and it makes it very difficult for us to find the time.
But we have a window over the next 10 days or so, and I contacted three of her regulars and asked how their schedules were looking. Naturally they each had days they couldn't play (and some they could)--and no one was going to play on Superbowl Sunday. So I charted out who was available on what days, and last night presented her with the chart.
I told her that each guy was willing, all she had to do was pick the guy, and the day, and we'd play, and that she could pick all three on three different days (over the next ten), or two, or one, or none. I told her not to rush but to pick sometime today, return the chart, and I'd contact the guys to set up a time and place.
I'll let you know more as I learn it.
However, after a long break we're getting more back into the groove and wanted to share some of the anticipation part of her journey. It has been a couple of months since she played--not because of lack of desire but because we have a family member move in with us and it makes it very difficult for us to find the time.
But we have a window over the next 10 days or so, and I contacted three of her regulars and asked how their schedules were looking. Naturally they each had days they couldn't play (and some they could)--and no one was going to play on Superbowl Sunday. So I charted out who was available on what days, and last night presented her with the chart.
I told her that each guy was willing, all she had to do was pick the guy, and the day, and we'd play, and that she could pick all three on three different days (over the next ten), or two, or one, or none. I told her not to rush but to pick sometime today, return the chart, and I'd contact the guys to set up a time and place.
I'll let you know more as I learn it.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Overnighter
We had a couple of months break due to family obligations, Anna was visiting family out of town, and when she came back home we were spending time out by the pool. The rennovation of the pool area was completed while she was gone, so this was her first day enjoying it. It was a Friday, we had the day off and were poolside shortly after noon, and started drinking then. As the day wore on we started talking about sometime having one of her black lovers join us at home, around the pool.
"It would save the cost of a hotel room," she commented.
It was around 4 p.m. at this time, and she also added, "Menard will be getting off work about now."
I took the hint, called his cell, and in a half hour he called, said he'd just finished a shower, and upon hearing of my invitation told us he would be there in a couple of hours.
He was right on time, despite his getting a speeding ticket on the way, and he took a drink and sat at the table drinking it.
Anna was wearing a black sheer swimsuit that she only wears when the two of us are together around the pool, and as he drank the first drink he reached out and pinched her nipple hard through the sheer cloth. As we talked at my request she pulled the top down, so that she was topless and as we drank and talked he would reach out and caress a breast or pull on a nipple. she got on his lap stradding him, him fully clothed, her bare from the waist up, and they began kissing, she unbuttoned his shirt and as he tugged on her nipples he said he would like to use nipple clamps on her. She laughed and asked, "Want to?" He looked surprised and I told them, we have some, and Anna said, "Go get them."
They were kissing when I returned, and I handed them to her and she adjusted the clamp on one nipple, and took the other end of the chain and handed it to him, "Want to do one?" she asked.
Menard did. With both her nipples hard and erect in the clamps, connected by the chain, she kissed him, eagerly, the chain brushing his chest.He tugged gently on the chain and one clamp popped off, and she was gasping as he did, her chest heaving as
she put it back on. She was hot, and rather than kiss again she unbuckled his pants, pulled out his cock and began sucking his cock, the nipple clamp slipping off one nipple again and remaining on her left breast. He took her wrists and pulled her up,
pulling down on her suit, and she stepped out of it, the effort causing the other clip to slip off.
Anna didn't re-clamp her nipples, instead taking his wrist and leading him toward the chaise longue. She lay her towel on it, and he leaned back naked and my nude wife leaned over him and and sucked him before stradding the chaise longue and guiding his cock inside her, bareback. She began riding and rocking on his cock, occasionally leaning over to kiss him, sometimes as they fucked he was playing with her breasts. When her orgasm started breaking he moved his hands to her shoulders and pressed her body down harder on his cock as she bounced up and down on it, her hands clutching his forearms, moaning and cumming in this position.
Anna moved off him and stepped into the pool, with he and I following, just floating for a while until he had recovered, and together we went inside our house to the spare bedroom.
Menard ate her pussy for several minutes before scooting her to the edge of the bed and with her legs back and open moved his cock back into her pussy. she moved up higher and he bucked between my wife's legs, his dark cock glistening with her juices and the come inside her from their previous fucking. For a long while it was just such hard fucking, nothing fancy, just my wife on her back with her legs open and a black man's hard cock inside her pumping her as she grunted and moaned in pleasure, until once again he came inside her.
They cuddled, I got water for everyone, and she started playing with his cock, sliding down enough so that she could rub the head of his cock over her nipple and breast. That always turns her on, and he was rock hard, and before long she was sucking his cock again. He rolled to his back and she got on top of him and was soon rocking back and forth on his cock, grinding her pelvis down on him as he squeezed her breasts, one in each hand, hard enough to leave hand prints, his thumbs roughly sliding over each nipple.
Anna leaned back thrusting her pelvis and then back over again as he put both hands on her ass and pulled, her ass cheeks opening to reveal her puckered ass, which she had already declared off-limits. Instead he slapped her ass, leaving the red
imprints of his fingers on both cheeks of her ass.
She got louder, enjoying it, still moving on his cock has he began to slap her ass in rhythm, each slap reddening her ass more and eliciting more moans of pleasure. She was into it. She came, and when she pulled off him he pulled her up over him so he could eat her, and they shifted into a 69 befor her climbing back over him.
He pressed his finger against her ass but never tried to put his finger in there, and eventually he came inside her a third time.
He had to get up early for his job and was going to have to leave around 2 a.m. My wife and I went to bed, I fucked her in her silky seconds state, adding my come to the three loads inside her, and we dozed off. At 2 a.m. her clock went off, and she
got out of bed. I looked over at her standing in the bathroom mirror brushing her hair, nude, pulling a housecoat on and walking out the door.
I assumed she was going to wake him up, put him on his way as he said he had to leave for his job around then, and come back to bed, as she had done when he was with us in the cabin. I listened for a minute, and figured if they were fucking I'd hear it, and after about 10 minutes I got up, walked close to the door and heard nothing, so I went back to bed. I heard the chime of our door alarm and looked at the clock, it was 2:40. In seconds I felt her climb in the bed beside me.
"Where the hell have you been?" I said.
"I wanted to be sure he was up and get him started," she said in the darkness.
"For 40 minutes?"
Anna paused for a minute. "Well we made love again."
This was off plan for me, as I wanted to walk in later or at least be aware of it to hear them, but this hadn't happened. It wasn't a big deal, but I told her, "Well since I wasn't there you do have to tell me about it in detail."
She began to softly describe how she had gone to wake him up at 2 and he told her he didn't have to get up until 2:30, so she had climbed in the bed with him, spooning, and dozing off, and then waking up and began playing with his cock. He had rolled over and she had sucked him hard, he had kissed her, got her robe off and she had moved over him, holding her body over him as he fucked her quick and hard, moving underneath her until he came inside her again. He had gotten dressed and left for his job, and my nude wife had come back to bed with me. As I moved over her for my reclaiming fuck she said, "Damn I'm so tired."
"Yeah, but you know the deal," I added, and she nodded.
"It would save the cost of a hotel room," she commented.
It was around 4 p.m. at this time, and she also added, "Menard will be getting off work about now."
I took the hint, called his cell, and in a half hour he called, said he'd just finished a shower, and upon hearing of my invitation told us he would be there in a couple of hours.
He was right on time, despite his getting a speeding ticket on the way, and he took a drink and sat at the table drinking it.
Anna was wearing a black sheer swimsuit that she only wears when the two of us are together around the pool, and as he drank the first drink he reached out and pinched her nipple hard through the sheer cloth. As we talked at my request she pulled the top down, so that she was topless and as we drank and talked he would reach out and caress a breast or pull on a nipple. she got on his lap stradding him, him fully clothed, her bare from the waist up, and they began kissing, she unbuttoned his shirt and as he tugged on her nipples he said he would like to use nipple clamps on her. She laughed and asked, "Want to?" He looked surprised and I told them, we have some, and Anna said, "Go get them."
They were kissing when I returned, and I handed them to her and she adjusted the clamp on one nipple, and took the other end of the chain and handed it to him, "Want to do one?" she asked.
Menard did. With both her nipples hard and erect in the clamps, connected by the chain, she kissed him, eagerly, the chain brushing his chest.He tugged gently on the chain and one clamp popped off, and she was gasping as he did, her chest heaving as
she put it back on. She was hot, and rather than kiss again she unbuckled his pants, pulled out his cock and began sucking his cock, the nipple clamp slipping off one nipple again and remaining on her left breast. He took her wrists and pulled her up,
pulling down on her suit, and she stepped out of it, the effort causing the other clip to slip off.
Anna didn't re-clamp her nipples, instead taking his wrist and leading him toward the chaise longue. She lay her towel on it, and he leaned back naked and my nude wife leaned over him and and sucked him before stradding the chaise longue and guiding his cock inside her, bareback. She began riding and rocking on his cock, occasionally leaning over to kiss him, sometimes as they fucked he was playing with her breasts. When her orgasm started breaking he moved his hands to her shoulders and pressed her body down harder on his cock as she bounced up and down on it, her hands clutching his forearms, moaning and cumming in this position.
Anna moved off him and stepped into the pool, with he and I following, just floating for a while until he had recovered, and together we went inside our house to the spare bedroom.
Menard ate her pussy for several minutes before scooting her to the edge of the bed and with her legs back and open moved his cock back into her pussy. she moved up higher and he bucked between my wife's legs, his dark cock glistening with her juices and the come inside her from their previous fucking. For a long while it was just such hard fucking, nothing fancy, just my wife on her back with her legs open and a black man's hard cock inside her pumping her as she grunted and moaned in pleasure, until once again he came inside her.
They cuddled, I got water for everyone, and she started playing with his cock, sliding down enough so that she could rub the head of his cock over her nipple and breast. That always turns her on, and he was rock hard, and before long she was sucking his cock again. He rolled to his back and she got on top of him and was soon rocking back and forth on his cock, grinding her pelvis down on him as he squeezed her breasts, one in each hand, hard enough to leave hand prints, his thumbs roughly sliding over each nipple.
Anna leaned back thrusting her pelvis and then back over again as he put both hands on her ass and pulled, her ass cheeks opening to reveal her puckered ass, which she had already declared off-limits. Instead he slapped her ass, leaving the red
imprints of his fingers on both cheeks of her ass.
She got louder, enjoying it, still moving on his cock has he began to slap her ass in rhythm, each slap reddening her ass more and eliciting more moans of pleasure. She was into it. She came, and when she pulled off him he pulled her up over him so he could eat her, and they shifted into a 69 befor her climbing back over him.
He pressed his finger against her ass but never tried to put his finger in there, and eventually he came inside her a third time.
He had to get up early for his job and was going to have to leave around 2 a.m. My wife and I went to bed, I fucked her in her silky seconds state, adding my come to the three loads inside her, and we dozed off. At 2 a.m. her clock went off, and she
got out of bed. I looked over at her standing in the bathroom mirror brushing her hair, nude, pulling a housecoat on and walking out the door.
I assumed she was going to wake him up, put him on his way as he said he had to leave for his job around then, and come back to bed, as she had done when he was with us in the cabin. I listened for a minute, and figured if they were fucking I'd hear it, and after about 10 minutes I got up, walked close to the door and heard nothing, so I went back to bed. I heard the chime of our door alarm and looked at the clock, it was 2:40. In seconds I felt her climb in the bed beside me.
"Where the hell have you been?" I said.
"I wanted to be sure he was up and get him started," she said in the darkness.
"For 40 minutes?"
Anna paused for a minute. "Well we made love again."
This was off plan for me, as I wanted to walk in later or at least be aware of it to hear them, but this hadn't happened. It wasn't a big deal, but I told her, "Well since I wasn't there you do have to tell me about it in detail."
She began to softly describe how she had gone to wake him up at 2 and he told her he didn't have to get up until 2:30, so she had climbed in the bed with him, spooning, and dozing off, and then waking up and began playing with his cock. He had rolled over and she had sucked him hard, he had kissed her, got her robe off and she had moved over him, holding her body over him as he fucked her quick and hard, moving underneath her until he came inside her again. He had gotten dressed and left for his job, and my nude wife had come back to bed with me. As I moved over her for my reclaiming fuck she said, "Damn I'm so tired."
"Yeah, but you know the deal," I added, and she nodded.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Plans and that's all
It's been almost a month since we've played, due to family obligations and travel, and I've not brought the subject up since I knew we couldn't do anything.
She hasn't talked about it much but has said for certain she can't wait to do Darnell, and with a free day in the week coming up she suggested we call Menard and have him come back for a repeat. We're also heading back to the beach where Devin and she spent the night, but no word on that.
As for me, one camcorder died but I've ordered another.
A black cock drought of sorts.
We've noticed the responses to our swinger site ads, the ad we have on an interracial site, to be slowing down. I'm not sure if it is the economy or people being distracted.
She hasn't talked about it much but has said for certain she can't wait to do Darnell, and with a free day in the week coming up she suggested we call Menard and have him come back for a repeat. We're also heading back to the beach where Devin and she spent the night, but no word on that.
As for me, one camcorder died but I've ordered another.
A black cock drought of sorts.
We've noticed the responses to our swinger site ads, the ad we have on an interracial site, to be slowing down. I'm not sure if it is the economy or people being distracted.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Overnight & Bareback with a Regular
We were going to an event near where Menard lives, and we decided to stay an extra day and invite Menard to spend the night. As we had with Devin, and since he had already shown a disdain for condoms, we also told him that if he wanted to meet and was willing to get tested that going bareback would be ok. He decided to go to the trouble.
He was later than we expected, so instead of waiting in the cabin we went to a couple of shops, and we were there when he called my cell. I had him come into the parking lot, and Anna got in the car with him to show him how to get to the cabin. I followed in our car. Once we got out of the traffic I fully expected to see her head disappear over into his lap, but nothing like that happened.
When we got to the cabin we had drinks. It was an isolated cabin, and she excused herself and came back out with a gauzy dress that is cut to her waist in the front and back in a deep V that I bought her on a trip to Mexico that she simply couldn't wear in public. It was probably made to wear over something else.
She laughed when she noticed she had put it on wrong side out, and she simply pulled of off, naked underneath, reversed it and pulled it back on, as if that was a normal as walking through a door.
We were drinking wine, and after a couple of glasses and talking, enjoying the view (both of the mountains and of my wife) they started making out on the deck, just kissing, for a while, then they broke, went back to their drinks and we talked some more.
He pulled her into an embrace and they started making out with more intensity. He has his back to me and when he slid the left side of her dress off her shoulder to bare her breast they turned where I could see, and he played with her breast and continued to do so, pulling her nipple erect as they kissed, her right breast exposed and him fully clothed. When they broke the embrace this time Anna led the way inside and to the bedroom, with the two of us following.
Before they embraced again she slid the other side of the dress down, and they kissed as she helped him remove his shirt. As they kissed he was pulling straight out on her nipples hard, really stretching her breast out and she was pulling on his nipples as well, which he liked. He would pull on her nipple as far as it would go and then let it go, the movement of her breasts bouncing enticingly. As they kissed again he pulled up the hem of her dress to cup her ass and she was working on getting his pants down.
She held his his balls with one hand and stroked his cock with the other while he went back to tugging on her nipples, and kissing her.
He pulled up the front of her dress as she kissed on his nipples, and began to finger her, the entire while she never took her hands off his by now rigid cock. He pulled her dress up over her head and she lay back sideways on the bed and he began to eat her pussy.
She came like that, and he moved over her as she scooted up on the bed and he leaned over and she guided his cock into her pussy and he began pumping his cock inside her--without the benefit of a condom for the first time since she started fucking him.
She put her ankles on his ass and he fucked her in quick small strokes. He came quickly, but rather than pull out or get up, he stay inside her and kissed her again. He pulled out and began sucking her nipples and then lowered his mouth to her pussy and began eating her again, and she came again, collapsing with her legs spread and her arms over her head and her eyes closed. He moved between her legs again and in a single smooth stroke buried his cock all the way inside her.
"You like this black cock," he asked her as they were fucking.
" I love it," she said lower, and then louder "I love your black cock." He started coming inside her a second time, rolled to the side and started finger fucking her until she came yet again.
We took a rest, I went on the deck to grill some steaks, and Anna and Menard were in the kitchen. She was working on the salad, and when I stepped back to the doorway I glanced in and Menard had slid her dress down to expose one breast as she was making the salad. He leaned over and kissed her nipple and rose back up, sipping his drink, enjoying the view. Anna didn't make any effort to pull it back up. She did pull it back up when we sat down to eat.
We had a nice dinner, kept drinking and Anna led Menard to the couch in the living room once the dishes were put in the sink. She pulled down his pants and began sucking his cock, as he lay back on the couch, his shirt unbuttoned but still on and she'd lowered the other side of her dress so she was topless from the waist up.
After she got him good and hard she straddled him on the couch, moaning a groan of pleasure as she lowered herself onto his hard cock, still wearing her white gauzy dress. Other than putting his hands on her shoulders he just let her ride him and looked at her sliding back and forth on his cock. Her dress was covering her pussy and his cock going inside her but half way through she rolled it up so he could see his cock going in and out of her.
"I'm gonna come," she said.
"Yeah baby, get some," he answered back, "Yeah", and she came, squirting as she did, and rested on him, asking me to get a towel, which I did.
Anna lay back on the couch and Menard got between her legs and started playing with her pussy with his fingers, flipping her clit with one finger, licking it, moving that one finger inside her, and she was sensitive and responsive to even a light touch. She reached down and pulled back on her pussy, exposing her clit and rubbing her clit with her pussy pulled apart with his face only inches away. She reached behind his head pulled him into her pussy, and he licked it, then stood up in front of her, she scooted to the edge of the couch, and started sucking his cock again as he leaned over and pulled on her nipples, pulling her entire breast up hard, almost to the point of pain if she had not been on a sexual high.
Anna gagged, and he stopped fucking her face, he had her lay back on the couch, and he put first one, then two and then three fingers inside her. She moaned and make it clear that she was into it, and he added four fingers and started moving his thumb into her as well, and she was writhing as he did. He had his thumb and four fingers into her up to his knuckles, then she pulled him forward to have him kiss her breasts, and he started moving his hand, vibrating it. She was whimpering and he moved up to her ear and was talking to her, and she spread her legs even wider. With him on top of her I couldn't see to tell exactly what was happening, but she grimace and then gasped an "oohhh"" His elbow moved forward slightly, and she exlaimed, "oohh yess."
Mernard had to be even further than when he had had four fingers and his thumb in her pussy knuckle deep. She pulled her knee up closer toward her chest. He rose up off her and she looked down to her pussy but it wasn't until I moved that I saw him withdrawing his entire hand from my wife's pussy. He'd fisted her. I had never been able to do that, but had come close. Maybe it was the fucking, maybe it was the cum inside her, or his hands might be smaller, but I now had a fisted wife.
As I moved the video camera over to show it she told him, "I need to take a break."
We decided to go to the cabin's hot tub, and she put a white tank top I'd bought her that reads, "Black Cock Slut", and I snapped a few photos of her in it, and a few more with it wet. We were getting drunker at this time, and it wasn't long with Anna and Menards playing with each other and kissing in the hot tub that it was time to go back inside.
They got on the bed and went into a 69, with him on top, and then with him standing in the floor she got on her knees on the edge of the bed. He touched her ass with his thumb and she jumped, "Nope". I moved onto the bed sideways, still naked from the hot tub so she could suck my cock while he fucked her.
"I love it, Oh God fuck me yes," she moaned as he fucked her harder.
"Yeah, you're getting that black cock," he told her, and then standing still he told her to move onto him in doggy style. "Move back on that black cock," he ordered.
He pulled her until she had one leg off the bed on the floor, and she was still sucking me. "Suck that cock," he told her, pounding her hard from behind now. She pulled off from sucking my cock as she started coming.
She was in a bad position and he backed up and she stood up and he moved behind her, cupping her breasts from behind. She crawled on the bed and they cuddled for a while, resting, with his hand down between her legs and kissing on her nipples.
After five minutes or so he told her, "I'm ready to fuck you."
"Good" she answered.
I started kissing her nipples as she lay on her back while Menard ate her pussy, then I moved on the bed and Anna sucked my cock as he continued eating her pussy. I started playing with one breast while Menard played with the other, and Menard talked to her, "I wanna see you suck on that cock." Menard moved behind her again she held his cock as she sucked me.
She rolled to her back and he took the base of his cock and started slapping her clit with it. Until she guided his cock inside her. "You fuck so good, your cock feels so good," she gasped.
"Like this black cock?"
"Yes, I love your black cock, fuck me in my slutty pussy."
"Damn," he exclaimed as he came again, "You've made me come three fucking times".
Everyone rested for a minute, and I pulled her down on the bed and she sucked me hard and then I pulled her down on the bed and fucked her her too as she sucked on Menard's cock.
I came inside her and he kissed her mouth and her fingered her again.
Menard had to get up very early the next morning, and I went into the main bedroom and prepared to go to bed, and she came in and I told her if she wanted to sleep with him it was ok. She was hesitant, but I encouraged her a little. I heard her rattling around in the kitchen and then I heard a crash and "SHIT!". I didn't get up but I did ask what the comotion was about, and she had turned over a bowl of blueberries on the floor. She took a long time to get that cleaned up, came back into the room and said, "I've slept with a black man before and I think he's through for the night."
"OK, whatever you want to do," I answered, "but if you want to I don't have a problem with it. Just leave the door open so I can hear if you fuck."
She paused for a minute and then quietly left, the door open and turning out the lights as she went away. In the darkness I lay there waiting for the sounds of sex--but in a minute I heard her come back into the room, felt her weight on her side of the bed.
"He's passed out and laying diagionally across the bed," she said with some disappoint in her voice. "I didn't have any room."
Early the next morning I heard him get up, and she got up, went to tell him good bye and came back to bed in just a minute.
He was later than we expected, so instead of waiting in the cabin we went to a couple of shops, and we were there when he called my cell. I had him come into the parking lot, and Anna got in the car with him to show him how to get to the cabin. I followed in our car. Once we got out of the traffic I fully expected to see her head disappear over into his lap, but nothing like that happened.
When we got to the cabin we had drinks. It was an isolated cabin, and she excused herself and came back out with a gauzy dress that is cut to her waist in the front and back in a deep V that I bought her on a trip to Mexico that she simply couldn't wear in public. It was probably made to wear over something else.
She laughed when she noticed she had put it on wrong side out, and she simply pulled of off, naked underneath, reversed it and pulled it back on, as if that was a normal as walking through a door.
We were drinking wine, and after a couple of glasses and talking, enjoying the view (both of the mountains and of my wife) they started making out on the deck, just kissing, for a while, then they broke, went back to their drinks and we talked some more.
He pulled her into an embrace and they started making out with more intensity. He has his back to me and when he slid the left side of her dress off her shoulder to bare her breast they turned where I could see, and he played with her breast and continued to do so, pulling her nipple erect as they kissed, her right breast exposed and him fully clothed. When they broke the embrace this time Anna led the way inside and to the bedroom, with the two of us following.
Before they embraced again she slid the other side of the dress down, and they kissed as she helped him remove his shirt. As they kissed he was pulling straight out on her nipples hard, really stretching her breast out and she was pulling on his nipples as well, which he liked. He would pull on her nipple as far as it would go and then let it go, the movement of her breasts bouncing enticingly. As they kissed again he pulled up the hem of her dress to cup her ass and she was working on getting his pants down.
She held his his balls with one hand and stroked his cock with the other while he went back to tugging on her nipples, and kissing her.
He pulled up the front of her dress as she kissed on his nipples, and began to finger her, the entire while she never took her hands off his by now rigid cock. He pulled her dress up over her head and she lay back sideways on the bed and he began to eat her pussy.
She came like that, and he moved over her as she scooted up on the bed and he leaned over and she guided his cock into her pussy and he began pumping his cock inside her--without the benefit of a condom for the first time since she started fucking him.
She put her ankles on his ass and he fucked her in quick small strokes. He came quickly, but rather than pull out or get up, he stay inside her and kissed her again. He pulled out and began sucking her nipples and then lowered his mouth to her pussy and began eating her again, and she came again, collapsing with her legs spread and her arms over her head and her eyes closed. He moved between her legs again and in a single smooth stroke buried his cock all the way inside her.
"You like this black cock," he asked her as they were fucking.
" I love it," she said lower, and then louder "I love your black cock." He started coming inside her a second time, rolled to the side and started finger fucking her until she came yet again.
We took a rest, I went on the deck to grill some steaks, and Anna and Menard were in the kitchen. She was working on the salad, and when I stepped back to the doorway I glanced in and Menard had slid her dress down to expose one breast as she was making the salad. He leaned over and kissed her nipple and rose back up, sipping his drink, enjoying the view. Anna didn't make any effort to pull it back up. She did pull it back up when we sat down to eat.
We had a nice dinner, kept drinking and Anna led Menard to the couch in the living room once the dishes were put in the sink. She pulled down his pants and began sucking his cock, as he lay back on the couch, his shirt unbuttoned but still on and she'd lowered the other side of her dress so she was topless from the waist up.
After she got him good and hard she straddled him on the couch, moaning a groan of pleasure as she lowered herself onto his hard cock, still wearing her white gauzy dress. Other than putting his hands on her shoulders he just let her ride him and looked at her sliding back and forth on his cock. Her dress was covering her pussy and his cock going inside her but half way through she rolled it up so he could see his cock going in and out of her.
"I'm gonna come," she said.
"Yeah baby, get some," he answered back, "Yeah", and she came, squirting as she did, and rested on him, asking me to get a towel, which I did.
Anna lay back on the couch and Menard got between her legs and started playing with her pussy with his fingers, flipping her clit with one finger, licking it, moving that one finger inside her, and she was sensitive and responsive to even a light touch. She reached down and pulled back on her pussy, exposing her clit and rubbing her clit with her pussy pulled apart with his face only inches away. She reached behind his head pulled him into her pussy, and he licked it, then stood up in front of her, she scooted to the edge of the couch, and started sucking his cock again as he leaned over and pulled on her nipples, pulling her entire breast up hard, almost to the point of pain if she had not been on a sexual high.
Anna gagged, and he stopped fucking her face, he had her lay back on the couch, and he put first one, then two and then three fingers inside her. She moaned and make it clear that she was into it, and he added four fingers and started moving his thumb into her as well, and she was writhing as he did. He had his thumb and four fingers into her up to his knuckles, then she pulled him forward to have him kiss her breasts, and he started moving his hand, vibrating it. She was whimpering and he moved up to her ear and was talking to her, and she spread her legs even wider. With him on top of her I couldn't see to tell exactly what was happening, but she grimace and then gasped an "oohhh"" His elbow moved forward slightly, and she exlaimed, "oohh yess."
Mernard had to be even further than when he had had four fingers and his thumb in her pussy knuckle deep. She pulled her knee up closer toward her chest. He rose up off her and she looked down to her pussy but it wasn't until I moved that I saw him withdrawing his entire hand from my wife's pussy. He'd fisted her. I had never been able to do that, but had come close. Maybe it was the fucking, maybe it was the cum inside her, or his hands might be smaller, but I now had a fisted wife.
As I moved the video camera over to show it she told him, "I need to take a break."
We decided to go to the cabin's hot tub, and she put a white tank top I'd bought her that reads, "Black Cock Slut", and I snapped a few photos of her in it, and a few more with it wet. We were getting drunker at this time, and it wasn't long with Anna and Menards playing with each other and kissing in the hot tub that it was time to go back inside.
They got on the bed and went into a 69, with him on top, and then with him standing in the floor she got on her knees on the edge of the bed. He touched her ass with his thumb and she jumped, "Nope". I moved onto the bed sideways, still naked from the hot tub so she could suck my cock while he fucked her.
"I love it, Oh God fuck me yes," she moaned as he fucked her harder.
"Yeah, you're getting that black cock," he told her, and then standing still he told her to move onto him in doggy style. "Move back on that black cock," he ordered.
He pulled her until she had one leg off the bed on the floor, and she was still sucking me. "Suck that cock," he told her, pounding her hard from behind now. She pulled off from sucking my cock as she started coming.
She was in a bad position and he backed up and she stood up and he moved behind her, cupping her breasts from behind. She crawled on the bed and they cuddled for a while, resting, with his hand down between her legs and kissing on her nipples.
After five minutes or so he told her, "I'm ready to fuck you."
"Good" she answered.
I started kissing her nipples as she lay on her back while Menard ate her pussy, then I moved on the bed and Anna sucked my cock as he continued eating her pussy. I started playing with one breast while Menard played with the other, and Menard talked to her, "I wanna see you suck on that cock." Menard moved behind her again she held his cock as she sucked me.
She rolled to her back and he took the base of his cock and started slapping her clit with it. Until she guided his cock inside her. "You fuck so good, your cock feels so good," she gasped.
"Like this black cock?"
"Yes, I love your black cock, fuck me in my slutty pussy."
"Damn," he exclaimed as he came again, "You've made me come three fucking times".
Everyone rested for a minute, and I pulled her down on the bed and she sucked me hard and then I pulled her down on the bed and fucked her her too as she sucked on Menard's cock.
I came inside her and he kissed her mouth and her fingered her again.
Menard had to get up very early the next morning, and I went into the main bedroom and prepared to go to bed, and she came in and I told her if she wanted to sleep with him it was ok. She was hesitant, but I encouraged her a little. I heard her rattling around in the kitchen and then I heard a crash and "SHIT!". I didn't get up but I did ask what the comotion was about, and she had turned over a bowl of blueberries on the floor. She took a long time to get that cleaned up, came back into the room and said, "I've slept with a black man before and I think he's through for the night."
"OK, whatever you want to do," I answered, "but if you want to I don't have a problem with it. Just leave the door open so I can hear if you fuck."
She paused for a minute and then quietly left, the door open and turning out the lights as she went away. In the darkness I lay there waiting for the sounds of sex--but in a minute I heard her come back into the room, felt her weight on her side of the bed.
"He's passed out and laying diagionally across the bed," she said with some disappoint in her voice. "I didn't have any room."
Early the next morning I heard him get up, and she got up, went to tell him good bye and came back to bed in just a minute.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
New Guy
A new guy has joined the list, Gerald. He had contacted us through our swinger site a long time back, and somehow down the line she lost contact (the site drops old emails after 60 days), and we sometimes have stretches when we weren't active in checking emails. He had the luck to come back on the scene when she had dropped Sam, and he was persistiant enough to keep in contact. The more he persisted it seemed the more that she wanted to get together with him. "I have a good feeling about him," she told me.
So we eventually set up a weekday meeting in the same hotel where she had met a couple of other lovers. We walked into the restaurant where we usually first meet, and this black guy was standing at the salad bar and did a long triple take on her, in this hot black scoop necked dress that shows a lot of cleavage.
Gerald's photos had shown him in a office, wearing a tie in all of his photos, a suit in most, and the guy at the salad bar was wearing below the knee short pants and a long tee shirt over that. I didn't think he was the guy.
We sat down, ordered, and he called on the cell. He told us his location, and he was the man at the salad bar. He brought his drink around, ordered an appetizer, We talked a while, no negatives, and we finished our meal, stepped outside, and I told them I would walk and she would ride with him so he didn't have to leave his car a block and a half away.
When we went upstairs it was the usual ackward sitting on the suite sofa while I sat opposite. I don't know why this always takes some time to get started, but after my second trip to the men's room I came back out and they were making out, then he took her hand and walked to the bed, removing his shirt while Anna was on her knees, fully clothed, and unbuckling his pants. His pants fell and he stood there, without touching her, waiting while she pulled his cock out of his shorts and began to suck. His cock was very thick, with a large bulbous head.
She sucked him and he slid his hand in her top to caress her breast, and she slid out of the shoulder straps and let it fall to her waist, taking his cock and rubbing it over his nipples. He made no sound, just stood there looking down at her.
He pulled her up and kissed her as he kicked off his shoes and socks, and then lay her down on the bed and began to eat her pussy, his hands on the outside of her legs, playing with her breasts as he did, and he stood up reached into his pants and pulled out a condom, walking on his knees to her in the bed, and she raised her feet and began playing with his thick cock with her feet for a while.
Then he pulled on the condom and leaned over her, rubbing his cock on the outside of her pussy and then began sliding it in very slowly, and she gasped as he did, adjusting to his thick cock stretching her pussy. Her pussy was soaked and was frothing white foamy juices, which I'd not seen her do often. He fucked her like that for a while, then flipped her onto her knees and fucked her doggy, which she loves. As he kept fucking her he put his hand on her ass and slowly put his thumb into her ass as he fucked her.
He put her on her side and pushed up one leg to her shoulder and fucked her sideways, ramming her harder and her breasts bouncing. He pulled her up, standing and she sat up on the bed and began sucking his cock. He stroked his cock and she lay back on the bed, her legs open to him and began playing with herself as he got stroked his cock trying to get hard again.
They lay on the bed and cuddled and she began sucking him again. She took a condom from his hand and rolled it down on his cock and he mounted her again missionary style, then doggy, and then on his back as she straddled him. He was having a problem staying hard consistantly, he'd get soft and nearly lose his hard-on and then it would come back. She kept riding him until he came and she came and then she rolled off him.
I handed him a marker and asked him to sign his work, as is my little kink, and he wrote on her pubis, "BBC Lover" He dressed as she still lay there naked, said his goodbyes and left.
As we did what I call my reclaiming fuck, she said, "We may be doing this enough. He kept losing it." I understood that it was not about him but she takes that as her being less desirable. Her weight is a little up and she thought that she's the problem, and she is worrying about aging.
She said, "This is not as exciting as it used to be. You said we would stop when I wanted, I think I may want to but I don't want you pushing me to keep going."
I thought about it for a second, and said, "That's right. You want to quit we quit."
Later she asked how many different black guys she'd done. We tried counting, and she had said that the guy who left in the middle of things didn't count. So the count was 10 without him, 11 with him. Now it sounded like she was willing to count.
I told her that if she wanted to quit we would. What I would suggest that she at least do 12, making it an even dozen, and a some point I wanted her to do two black guys at once. She thought that would make a good number.
Then later she added, "I would still like to do my regulars from time to time."
The translation to this is she doesn't want to risk rejection, but if that has never been a problem anywhere except within her own mind.
So we eventually set up a weekday meeting in the same hotel where she had met a couple of other lovers. We walked into the restaurant where we usually first meet, and this black guy was standing at the salad bar and did a long triple take on her, in this hot black scoop necked dress that shows a lot of cleavage.
Gerald's photos had shown him in a office, wearing a tie in all of his photos, a suit in most, and the guy at the salad bar was wearing below the knee short pants and a long tee shirt over that. I didn't think he was the guy.
We sat down, ordered, and he called on the cell. He told us his location, and he was the man at the salad bar. He brought his drink around, ordered an appetizer, We talked a while, no negatives, and we finished our meal, stepped outside, and I told them I would walk and she would ride with him so he didn't have to leave his car a block and a half away.
When we went upstairs it was the usual ackward sitting on the suite sofa while I sat opposite. I don't know why this always takes some time to get started, but after my second trip to the men's room I came back out and they were making out, then he took her hand and walked to the bed, removing his shirt while Anna was on her knees, fully clothed, and unbuckling his pants. His pants fell and he stood there, without touching her, waiting while she pulled his cock out of his shorts and began to suck. His cock was very thick, with a large bulbous head.
She sucked him and he slid his hand in her top to caress her breast, and she slid out of the shoulder straps and let it fall to her waist, taking his cock and rubbing it over his nipples. He made no sound, just stood there looking down at her.
He pulled her up and kissed her as he kicked off his shoes and socks, and then lay her down on the bed and began to eat her pussy, his hands on the outside of her legs, playing with her breasts as he did, and he stood up reached into his pants and pulled out a condom, walking on his knees to her in the bed, and she raised her feet and began playing with his thick cock with her feet for a while.
Then he pulled on the condom and leaned over her, rubbing his cock on the outside of her pussy and then began sliding it in very slowly, and she gasped as he did, adjusting to his thick cock stretching her pussy. Her pussy was soaked and was frothing white foamy juices, which I'd not seen her do often. He fucked her like that for a while, then flipped her onto her knees and fucked her doggy, which she loves. As he kept fucking her he put his hand on her ass and slowly put his thumb into her ass as he fucked her.
He put her on her side and pushed up one leg to her shoulder and fucked her sideways, ramming her harder and her breasts bouncing. He pulled her up, standing and she sat up on the bed and began sucking his cock. He stroked his cock and she lay back on the bed, her legs open to him and began playing with herself as he got stroked his cock trying to get hard again.
They lay on the bed and cuddled and she began sucking him again. She took a condom from his hand and rolled it down on his cock and he mounted her again missionary style, then doggy, and then on his back as she straddled him. He was having a problem staying hard consistantly, he'd get soft and nearly lose his hard-on and then it would come back. She kept riding him until he came and she came and then she rolled off him.
I handed him a marker and asked him to sign his work, as is my little kink, and he wrote on her pubis, "BBC Lover" He dressed as she still lay there naked, said his goodbyes and left.
As we did what I call my reclaiming fuck, she said, "We may be doing this enough. He kept losing it." I understood that it was not about him but she takes that as her being less desirable. Her weight is a little up and she thought that she's the problem, and she is worrying about aging.
She said, "This is not as exciting as it used to be. You said we would stop when I wanted, I think I may want to but I don't want you pushing me to keep going."
I thought about it for a second, and said, "That's right. You want to quit we quit."
Later she asked how many different black guys she'd done. We tried counting, and she had said that the guy who left in the middle of things didn't count. So the count was 10 without him, 11 with him. Now it sounded like she was willing to count.
I told her that if she wanted to quit we would. What I would suggest that she at least do 12, making it an even dozen, and a some point I wanted her to do two black guys at once. She thought that would make a good number.
Then later she added, "I would still like to do my regulars from time to time."
The translation to this is she doesn't want to risk rejection, but if that has never been a problem anywhere except within her own mind.
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