A Conversation with one of her lovers.
Hub: We still have plans for our beach trip. And something for you to be thinking about...and bear in mind that when it came up Anna was drunk (and naked, and horny, and in the hot tub)
She said that she wanted to be taken out somewhere and "shown off".
Lover: oh, that would be hot!
Hub: Not sure exactly what she had in mind in saying it.Well since I try to do that all the time I don't think it included me lol
Lover: Oh, really? interesting...what do you think she has in mind?
Hub: I am not sure, but from what I gather her wearing something hot and near scandalous, going to a dinner or club, something maybe with dancing and having her limits pushed a bit.
Lover: That certainly sounds doable!
Hub: Hubby's can't do that. We have to live with them all the time.
Lover: I've figured that much out. too true.
What kind of club do you think she'd find stimulating?
Hub: Smooth jazz, or beach music. If it were somewhere that she would get asked to dance or something by some other people too all the better.
She is getting to the point (like all women) that she needs her ego stroked more. She worries about aging a lot.
Nice thing is at the end of the night with her with a good buzz and some attention you're gonna get lucky lol
I've seen her really excited about doing new things, pushing her limits, etc. The benefit if worth the trouble. As I recall you haven't seen her really in that mode yet.
Lover: I look forward to in when we meet in a few weeks.
And you know there is part 2 to this, don't you?
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Out in public with her favorite black lover.
We were set to meet Sam, the black man to took her black cherry, and her personal favorite fuck. "No one can fuck me doggy style like he can," she said. He also had the distinction of being the only lover that she sees who she does bareback.
While we were waiting for him to arrive with plans to go out somewhere, I asked her where she might like to go. To my surprise Anna's suggested a strip club.
I texted him - and when he got there we were sitting in the cab at the hotel entrance waiting on him. The cabbie had his wife with him, so with Anna in the middle of the back seat we went to the strip club. She walked in ahead, on his arm, fulfilling part of her wanting to be seen out in public with a black man--especially her favorite black man. We took a seat on a raised area on the left hand side of the room, with a small stage and a brass rail between us and the main seating area.
We ordered food, and watched the girls. I did notice a couple of longer glances than usual by a couple of the white guys sitting behind us on the seats against the wall. Anna was wearing a zip up sweater with no bra, which she had unzipped to just between her breasts. He chair was against Sam's, while I was a couple of chair spaces away at right angles to them. It was obvious to anyone looking that she was there with him and not me.
After we ate we started drinking and both Sam and I took some ones up to the dancers. As the night progressed he started holding Anna's hand, kissing it, a couple of times he kissed her, and at least twice, when I wasn't looking, and slid his hand inside her top to play with her breasts. She later said he got even more forward with the feels when I would leave to go to the restroom.
The last time we were with him her nipples still had the pierced rings in them, so I figure he was checking that out and discovering that she wasn't pierced anymore and seemed to be enjoying it more.
Anna didn't want to leave until I had bought a couple of lap dances, and after I did we waited on the cab, and he had his arm all around her, reaching all the way over to touch the other side of her leg.
When the cab came we went back to the hotel, all of us with a buzz.
I went into the bath room and when I came out he already had her sweater unzipped and was kissing her breasts. He sucked on her breasts, kissed her for long minutes, and eventually she stood up and slid off the sweater and unzipped her pants which was had worn without panties, and pulled them down her legs and stepped out of them, nude.
He unbuttoned his shirt, removed his pants, and his hard on was sticking straight out. She reached for it, slid her hand up and down it and enveloped it with her mouth, sucking him and moaning as she did, leaning over while seated on the couch and sucking him for a very long tie.
He put his hands in her hair and pushed her head down on his cock. Then he turned and sat down on the couch and she straddled over him, reaching down between her legs and sliding his cock into her pussy, bareback. She started riding his cock, and as she fucked him she moaned, "I missed you."
After fucking like that for a while, he stood and she sucked him some more, then he put her face on the back of the couch, her knees on the seat part of the couch and he moved behind and fucked her that way for a while, pulling on her hair as he fucked her.
They changed positions again, this time with her on the couch and her knees up to her shoulders while he was on his knees on the floor fucking her that way. He didn't come, and when they broke this time she led him to the bed, where he fucked her doggy style as he stood on the floor with her on her knees at the edge of the bed.
He flipped her over and moved on his knees between her open inviting legs and rubbed his cock over her pussy guided by his hand before moving forward and into her. He then fucked her missionary until he came inside her.
She went to the restroom, lay with him for a few minutes, cudding, playing with his cock and when Anna felt a little stirring again she sucked him again until he got hard. Sam fucked her again, missionary at first and then rolling her to her belly with her legs together and him on top of her as he fucked her from behind with her laying flat on her belly, his legs on the outside of hers.
Then he rolled her to her back, with her knees up and forgot all about anything except pounding his cock in and out of my wife's wet pussy. He fucked her until he came again, and didn't cuddle long.
He put on his clothes and as Anna lay on the bed, raising up to kiss him bye and him folding her breast a last time, he let himself out the door.
I was on her before he was out of the hotel, adding my load of cum into her already soaked pussy. I'm not into eating cream pies, but sloppy seconds are relatively new to us, and provides a completely different sensation to my fucking her.
We rested for a few minutes and I fucked her again. Then late in the night I woke up rock hard thinking about her come filled pussy and moved her to the side of the bed, stood in the floor and fucked her again.
When I woke up in the morning I lay there a while reliving the night, and again rolled over to her and raised her leg, sliding my cock into her from behind. "That's like pouring salt into an open wound" she said, "I'm raw."
I slid in slowly, "And now?"
"I can stand it."
While we were waiting for him to arrive with plans to go out somewhere, I asked her where she might like to go. To my surprise Anna's suggested a strip club.
I texted him - and when he got there we were sitting in the cab at the hotel entrance waiting on him. The cabbie had his wife with him, so with Anna in the middle of the back seat we went to the strip club. She walked in ahead, on his arm, fulfilling part of her wanting to be seen out in public with a black man--especially her favorite black man. We took a seat on a raised area on the left hand side of the room, with a small stage and a brass rail between us and the main seating area.
We ordered food, and watched the girls. I did notice a couple of longer glances than usual by a couple of the white guys sitting behind us on the seats against the wall. Anna was wearing a zip up sweater with no bra, which she had unzipped to just between her breasts. He chair was against Sam's, while I was a couple of chair spaces away at right angles to them. It was obvious to anyone looking that she was there with him and not me.
After we ate we started drinking and both Sam and I took some ones up to the dancers. As the night progressed he started holding Anna's hand, kissing it, a couple of times he kissed her, and at least twice, when I wasn't looking, and slid his hand inside her top to play with her breasts. She later said he got even more forward with the feels when I would leave to go to the restroom.
The last time we were with him her nipples still had the pierced rings in them, so I figure he was checking that out and discovering that she wasn't pierced anymore and seemed to be enjoying it more.
Anna didn't want to leave until I had bought a couple of lap dances, and after I did we waited on the cab, and he had his arm all around her, reaching all the way over to touch the other side of her leg.
When the cab came we went back to the hotel, all of us with a buzz.
I went into the bath room and when I came out he already had her sweater unzipped and was kissing her breasts. He sucked on her breasts, kissed her for long minutes, and eventually she stood up and slid off the sweater and unzipped her pants which was had worn without panties, and pulled them down her legs and stepped out of them, nude.
He unbuttoned his shirt, removed his pants, and his hard on was sticking straight out. She reached for it, slid her hand up and down it and enveloped it with her mouth, sucking him and moaning as she did, leaning over while seated on the couch and sucking him for a very long tie.
He put his hands in her hair and pushed her head down on his cock. Then he turned and sat down on the couch and she straddled over him, reaching down between her legs and sliding his cock into her pussy, bareback. She started riding his cock, and as she fucked him she moaned, "I missed you."
After fucking like that for a while, he stood and she sucked him some more, then he put her face on the back of the couch, her knees on the seat part of the couch and he moved behind and fucked her that way for a while, pulling on her hair as he fucked her.
They changed positions again, this time with her on the couch and her knees up to her shoulders while he was on his knees on the floor fucking her that way. He didn't come, and when they broke this time she led him to the bed, where he fucked her doggy style as he stood on the floor with her on her knees at the edge of the bed.
He flipped her over and moved on his knees between her open inviting legs and rubbed his cock over her pussy guided by his hand before moving forward and into her. He then fucked her missionary until he came inside her.
She went to the restroom, lay with him for a few minutes, cudding, playing with his cock and when Anna felt a little stirring again she sucked him again until he got hard. Sam fucked her again, missionary at first and then rolling her to her belly with her legs together and him on top of her as he fucked her from behind with her laying flat on her belly, his legs on the outside of hers.
Then he rolled her to her back, with her knees up and forgot all about anything except pounding his cock in and out of my wife's wet pussy. He fucked her until he came again, and didn't cuddle long.
He put on his clothes and as Anna lay on the bed, raising up to kiss him bye and him folding her breast a last time, he let himself out the door.
I was on her before he was out of the hotel, adding my load of cum into her already soaked pussy. I'm not into eating cream pies, but sloppy seconds are relatively new to us, and provides a completely different sensation to my fucking her.
We rested for a few minutes and I fucked her again. Then late in the night I woke up rock hard thinking about her come filled pussy and moved her to the side of the bed, stood in the floor and fucked her again.
When I woke up in the morning I lay there a while reliving the night, and again rolled over to her and raised her leg, sliding my cock into her from behind. "That's like pouring salt into an open wound" she said, "I'm raw."
I slid in slowly, "And now?"
"I can stand it."
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
More talk, less action.
Long story from that conversation in the previous is we got home, went to the hot tub, were very tired, she got pissy,
and we ended up in an argument with no one getting laid.
The next night we were talking, again in the hot tub, trying for a better finish than we did last night.
In the course of it I told her she should be able to tell me she was a slut for black cock when she was sober.
I read aloud a couple of old horny variations letters that we'd used in the past to get her horny-and it worked.
She said that it was her trying to keep up that front of a nice girl Sunday School Teacher. I said that is what she was, but she had that other side that she could open up-and at least she should
be honest with me about it. It should be enlightening. She agreed.
So we came in, watched a video, she got on top of me, and I commented that she had said the night before that she would do 2 guys if I told her I wanted to watch her do it, rather than telling her I wanted her to do it. "Do you know the difference?" she asked, "You asked."
"Ok," I said.
"Then when are we going to do it." I was so shocked I didn't answer. Sounds like it is going to happen at some point though. I knew better than to comment back at that point.
Then as she was sitting on top of me, her pussy still soaked, I asked her, "Is there anything that a black guy has asked you to do that you haven't done?"
She thought. Well Terrill wanted to do my ass, I told you about that. So I did tell him no. But other than that no.
"I think you like being sub to black guys."
"I do."
"But you know that you're not really sub until he shares your pussy with a friend, You know that don't you?"
"Yes."
Her pussy poured, I mean, wet beyond comprehension. "You'd like for a black guy to share you wouldn't you?"
Yessssss," she said as she started fucking on my cock until she came.
Of course that was sex and pillow talk--and no one is held to anything said in that circumstance, are we?
So it is set, she booked the rooms for Sam tomorrow night, and emailed a couple of other past lovers and talked about a time to meet them, and as a surprise she said she wanted to give Kevin
one more chance - to email him and tell him if he could let us know by Monday that he could be with us on Monday he'd get to fuck her again. Of course he blew it, and the other guys she had emailed were unavailable.
But Sam was in.
and we ended up in an argument with no one getting laid.
The next night we were talking, again in the hot tub, trying for a better finish than we did last night.
In the course of it I told her she should be able to tell me she was a slut for black cock when she was sober.
I read aloud a couple of old horny variations letters that we'd used in the past to get her horny-and it worked.
She said that it was her trying to keep up that front of a nice girl Sunday School Teacher. I said that is what she was, but she had that other side that she could open up-and at least she should
be honest with me about it. It should be enlightening. She agreed.
So we came in, watched a video, she got on top of me, and I commented that she had said the night before that she would do 2 guys if I told her I wanted to watch her do it, rather than telling her I wanted her to do it. "Do you know the difference?" she asked, "You asked."
"Ok," I said.
"Then when are we going to do it." I was so shocked I didn't answer. Sounds like it is going to happen at some point though. I knew better than to comment back at that point.
Then as she was sitting on top of me, her pussy still soaked, I asked her, "Is there anything that a black guy has asked you to do that you haven't done?"
She thought. Well Terrill wanted to do my ass, I told you about that. So I did tell him no. But other than that no.
"I think you like being sub to black guys."
"I do."
"But you know that you're not really sub until he shares your pussy with a friend, You know that don't you?"
"Yes."
Her pussy poured, I mean, wet beyond comprehension. "You'd like for a black guy to share you wouldn't you?"
Yessssss," she said as she started fucking on my cock until she came.
Of course that was sex and pillow talk--and no one is held to anything said in that circumstance, are we?
So it is set, she booked the rooms for Sam tomorrow night, and emailed a couple of other past lovers and talked about a time to meet them, and as a surprise she said she wanted to give Kevin
one more chance - to email him and tell him if he could let us know by Monday that he could be with us on Monday he'd get to fuck her again. Of course he blew it, and the other guys she had emailed were unavailable.
But Sam was in.
Monday, April 27, 2009
More plans
A few Days later
The scenario I described weighed on my mind-and so I contacted Nat about taking her out on a date.
I got this idea of him after I discovered at one of the video posting sites an interracial video of he and another guy fucking this skinny blond. And he was role playing with them. Of course I surprised my wife and had her watch the video with me. Before his face came into view I asked her if she recognized the guy. She didn't until she saw his cock.
I suggested an 80's club or beach music club to him with a lot of slow dancing. He said he didn't know of any. So I suggested a nice place for dinner, left the club out and the more I thought about it the more I thought about given her track record why would I put her in that position-and the bottom line was also that I had been left out. So I contacted Nat and said a change of plans, that I would be going along-and he said that would be awkward and wanted me to tell him how that would work. It so pissed me off that I told him that something had come up and I would let him know when we could play again.
And the day following:
This is not the first time her cheating has bubbled over and screwed up my emotions and generally the rest of an evening as well, but last night I really got serious and asked her, "When does it get to be my turn?"
That evolved into a discussion of how far she could push me, and why she had fucked someone behind my back (she didn't know for sure but part of it was wanting to, curiosity, and finding some way to be pissed at me.) I was drunk enough to accuse her of taking her piercings out intentionally-and she did admit that she did it to make it up to me, and said I had wanted her to to hurt her (which was wrong), and then she said that she had been mad about it-so I went back at her with then she had not really given me any gift or make-up because she had done it begrudgingly.
So after more discussion she said well, for instance, her doing two black guys. If I told her that I wanted to watch her do two black guys-and asked her to do it she would do it. If I told her I wanted her to do two black guys-then she wouldn't. A nuance, but nuance enough. It was all about asking.
She had asked me to hook her up with Sam and Darnell again, so I emailed Darnell through the online swinger hook up site we belong to, and set it up for next Thursday. Then she surprise me and told me to see if Sam was available for this weekend-so I did, and he emailed back immediately saying that anytime, anywhere. (I guess the stopping to meet him for lunch fired up his desire for my wife's pussy).
This time she wants him to take a Viagra before we start anything, and also told me she wants to go to a strip club. Sounds like a fun evening, and since he's spent the night once before I won't be surprised if she wants to do that again. Something about her liking to be fucked in the mornings. The thing I do like about her fucking him is that he doesn't mind me joining in and us double teaming her. We have 2 of the 3 times we've been with him. This will also equal the most times she's been with any single person.
But this is her only always bareback guy. No need to stress rubbers when he will fight tooth and nail not to use one. Guess I'd better get use to sloppy seconds on this one.
We were driving and she asked me, "Did you hear from Sam?"
"Why?" I asked.
"You know why."
"Say it."
"I want to meet him?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"You're gonna make me say it aren't you?"
Yes I am."
"I want to fuck him. I want to feel his black cock going inside me."
The scenario I described weighed on my mind-and so I contacted Nat about taking her out on a date.
I got this idea of him after I discovered at one of the video posting sites an interracial video of he and another guy fucking this skinny blond. And he was role playing with them. Of course I surprised my wife and had her watch the video with me. Before his face came into view I asked her if she recognized the guy. She didn't until she saw his cock.
I suggested an 80's club or beach music club to him with a lot of slow dancing. He said he didn't know of any. So I suggested a nice place for dinner, left the club out and the more I thought about it the more I thought about given her track record why would I put her in that position-and the bottom line was also that I had been left out. So I contacted Nat and said a change of plans, that I would be going along-and he said that would be awkward and wanted me to tell him how that would work. It so pissed me off that I told him that something had come up and I would let him know when we could play again.
And the day following:
This is not the first time her cheating has bubbled over and screwed up my emotions and generally the rest of an evening as well, but last night I really got serious and asked her, "When does it get to be my turn?"
That evolved into a discussion of how far she could push me, and why she had fucked someone behind my back (she didn't know for sure but part of it was wanting to, curiosity, and finding some way to be pissed at me.) I was drunk enough to accuse her of taking her piercings out intentionally-and she did admit that she did it to make it up to me, and said I had wanted her to to hurt her (which was wrong), and then she said that she had been mad about it-so I went back at her with then she had not really given me any gift or make-up because she had done it begrudgingly.
So after more discussion she said well, for instance, her doing two black guys. If I told her that I wanted to watch her do two black guys-and asked her to do it she would do it. If I told her I wanted her to do two black guys-then she wouldn't. A nuance, but nuance enough. It was all about asking.
She had asked me to hook her up with Sam and Darnell again, so I emailed Darnell through the online swinger hook up site we belong to, and set it up for next Thursday. Then she surprise me and told me to see if Sam was available for this weekend-so I did, and he emailed back immediately saying that anytime, anywhere. (I guess the stopping to meet him for lunch fired up his desire for my wife's pussy).
This time she wants him to take a Viagra before we start anything, and also told me she wants to go to a strip club. Sounds like a fun evening, and since he's spent the night once before I won't be surprised if she wants to do that again. Something about her liking to be fucked in the mornings. The thing I do like about her fucking him is that he doesn't mind me joining in and us double teaming her. We have 2 of the 3 times we've been with him. This will also equal the most times she's been with any single person.
But this is her only always bareback guy. No need to stress rubbers when he will fight tooth and nail not to use one. Guess I'd better get use to sloppy seconds on this one.
We were driving and she asked me, "Did you hear from Sam?"
"Why?" I asked.
"You know why."
"Say it."
"I want to meet him?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"You're gonna make me say it aren't you?"
Yes I am."
"I want to fuck him. I want to feel his black cock going inside me."
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Being Shown Off fantasy
September
Got an email from Sam yesterday, first time in several months. I think she is still planning on fucking him at some point-but didn't like being the pursurer. (his attitude is a turn off for her). She said at Mardi Gras it would be pretty good.
September, days later
So we went to a nice dinner, she had three glasses of wine, we came home, went to the hot tub with drinks, naked, and came back inside. She was wandering mentally and I asked her what was the most erotic thing she had ever done-and she replayed the meeting with Sam and her first black fuck. "It was everything I fantasized about and more," she said. She also said she wanted to fuck him again-and for some reason I got an email from him the other day saying we need to get together again. (As I wrote this it hit me, I wonder if those two things are related?)
Anyway, back in the room we started talking and what she said was that she would like to go somewhere with a black guy when it was obvious that she was his date. We talked about going to an outdoor concert, and I would sit on the side of the guy so it would be real clear. "You'd have to dress really slutty, just so everyone would know." She nodded.
And then I threw it that it would be hot to go into a club or restaruant with a black guy and I would hang around outside and come in a while later, so it would be obvious that she was with him. She really started getting soaked talking about it. Then with me inside her I told her to describe it to me, and she took it further.
I mentioned that she could go to a swing club/meet-greet dance place, she could go in, dance with him, and let him introduce him to his friends and have her dance with them too, and let them feel her up if they wanted. She got very turned on and as I had her describe it she did an oral fantasy of them guys taking her into a back room and fucking her one after the other.
I ordered a rub on tattoo of the Q of Spades tattoo, put it on her and we did the role playing again, with this time her in a low cut dress with it visible.
Got an email from Sam yesterday, first time in several months. I think she is still planning on fucking him at some point-but didn't like being the pursurer. (his attitude is a turn off for her). She said at Mardi Gras it would be pretty good.
September, days later
So we went to a nice dinner, she had three glasses of wine, we came home, went to the hot tub with drinks, naked, and came back inside. She was wandering mentally and I asked her what was the most erotic thing she had ever done-and she replayed the meeting with Sam and her first black fuck. "It was everything I fantasized about and more," she said. She also said she wanted to fuck him again-and for some reason I got an email from him the other day saying we need to get together again. (As I wrote this it hit me, I wonder if those two things are related?)
Anyway, back in the room we started talking and what she said was that she would like to go somewhere with a black guy when it was obvious that she was his date. We talked about going to an outdoor concert, and I would sit on the side of the guy so it would be real clear. "You'd have to dress really slutty, just so everyone would know." She nodded.
And then I threw it that it would be hot to go into a club or restaruant with a black guy and I would hang around outside and come in a while later, so it would be obvious that she was with him. She really started getting soaked talking about it. Then with me inside her I told her to describe it to me, and she took it further.
I mentioned that she could go to a swing club/meet-greet dance place, she could go in, dance with him, and let him introduce him to his friends and have her dance with them too, and let them feel her up if they wanted. She got very turned on and as I had her describe it she did an oral fantasy of them guys taking her into a back room and fucking her one after the other.
I ordered a rub on tattoo of the Q of Spades tattoo, put it on her and we did the role playing again, with this time her in a low cut dress with it visible.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
The Odds Turn
Well we knew it had to happen sooner or later. She has been with 9 different partners since she started hotwifing-so percentage-wise it was probably our time for what happened last night.
The guy had emailed through our profile on a swinger site that succinctly details what we like and what we look for, and that I love doing photos while she played, and we specifically said that it gives me something to do while she is playing.
He hit the criteria: professional, well built, looking for playing without attachments, black, articulate. Non-smoker (though he said he was ok with the 420 crowd). One of the things that fit with our desire for discretion was he had no face photos of any ladies he was with shown on his profile.
She took a look at his profile and said that he was acceptable, so I emailed back, asked for a number, and she gave him a call, talking to him for about a half-hour. During the call he told her he had a concern about photos, and she reassured him that it was for our personal enjoyment only, that no one would see them, and that we had one regular fuck-buddy who had those concerns initially and he discovered that what we said was true. We also pointed out that there were no face photos on our public profile.
He told her that it was ok then, but that it was a trust issue, if he trusted us, he wanted us to trust him. I wasn't sure what he meant by that at the time.
We met at a restaurant beside a hotel in which we had rented a room for the night, with 7:30 set for the meeting. As we walked into the restaurant my wife mentioned, "I should have asked for a full face shot, because I'm not sure exactly what he looks like. The only photo on his profile showed the bottom half of his face." She has started taking a more active role in searching the sites, reviewing the emails, answering them, and handling most of the latter stages of when we meet someone.
We usually eat around 6:30 and there had been no mention of having a meal, so we ordered, and he called at 7:15, telling us he was a half-hour out, and that he had not eaten. We told him we had a menu there for him and he could eat while we chatted and got to know each other.
He arrived a half hour later, 15 minutes later than original discussed, and talked to me for 15 minutes without hardly noticing my wife who he had sat down beside. He finally asked if we were boring her, and he said a few things to her and I excused myself to go to the restroom to give them a chance to get to know each other a little. When I came out we sat there while he finished eating and then listened to a long rambling story bout his escapades at Hedo, where we had been one time. He asked us nothing about ourselves, and added several other stories-non-stop.
He mentioned he has been up since 5:30 and had flown in from a Northern city earlier in the day, getting in around lunch time.
When my wife excused herself to go to the ladies room, I remembered her saying he had hesitated when she mentioned I'm there doing photos and video, so just to be in the safe side I mentioned again that I like to video and take photos but they are for our own enjoyment and that no one will ever see them.
"No problem" he said, "but trust is a two way street, if I trust you then you should trust me." I agreed, telling him that I would be glad to give him photos and video clips as long as they were not put on any websites.
He said that he didn't want his face in photos, and I told him that the focus of my photos is not his face-but my wife, and that if his face was in a photo it was by accident but in that event it still would not matter because no one will ever see the photos except him.
My wife returned to the table and asked, "Ready to go?"
"Where are we going?" he asked, and she told him to our hotel room for more drinks. We went into the room and he sat down on a loveseat with my wife beside him, I sat at the desk area with the chair swiveled around facing them.
He proceeded to spend the next two hours in rapid narrations of his escapades. In detail one described his experience with a dominating woman and a cuckold submissive (and humiliated) husband, and how she would interrupt her lovemaking with him to criticize her husband and tell her husband how he should take lessons on how to fuck. He said he had met with them a second time, only this time the wife would not let the husband in the room, making him stay in another part of the house and the two of them texting back and forth, with her texting her husband while our narrator continued pumping her. I noticed that he got a visible hard on as he told this. His story had gone on so long that I was bursting to pee, and when I got up to go at the end of the story he immediately started into another story. When I got up I commented, "Well that sure wouldn't work with us."
My wife laughed with me, adding, "No it wouldn't".
His second story involved the wife of a couple in the South that he plays regularly when he is in their town. He enjoyed telling us that her husband was going out of town and had invited him to take her out to dinner and play in his absence, which they had done.
He went on to say that he had come home earlier that day from a trip in a Northern city where he had been meeting a different couple, and while there he was also texting the Southern wife, and in the course of their texting he invited her to come North an join him for the weekend, after checking with the Northern wife and asking if she'd object-with the idea (and plan) of sharing the Southern wife with the Northern husband. The husband was the last one he had asked if that sounded ok with him.
Bear in mind that as he is describing this, he was sitting on a loveseat beside my wife, talking about how on the previous three nights he has been with both these women, even describing how the husband and the Southern wife did not end up doing the deed, but at one point he doing one wife and feeling up the other, and pushing the husband's head toward the Southern wife encouraging him to get in the game. He said he had done this without breaking stride.
We talked briefly about our desire discretion on our end and how we did not give anyone photos showing her face. At the two hour mark (roughly 11 p.m.) He complained about the cold room and I told him once I turn the video light (an old tungsten light from my photography days) that it will heat the room up pretty quick, which was why we had it cold to start with.
My wife was wearing a low cut top with string straps, and I had been waiting for that strap to slide down her arm and it had not, but was enticing me from where I was sitting, and he didn't seem to notice. and I thought it is time to get things rolling or he was going to sit there and talk all night, so I leaned over and started slide the strap over her shoulder and down her arm, saying that the strap had been tantalizing me for the last hour. He stopped me. "That's my job tonight," he laughed, and slid the straps down off both her shoulder, exposing her breasts and leaned over and began kissing her nipples.
She stood up and they kissed more, taking each other's clothes off as they did, and I turned on the camera and shot four or five photos. He turned his back to me, and in doing so blocked the view of their touching (which I like to get into photos), so I stepped to the right and he moved to the right. I move to the other side and he says, "Remember no face". I thought we had covered that in detail prior to this, but I did try to shoot lower per his request. He moved his face to the other side of my wife's and I took some more photos. She dropped to her knees and sucked him hard, and he nudged her up. She walked to the bed and climbed on.
He followed, reaching into the pants he'd taken off and pulling out three Trojan Magnum's, opening one, laying the two unopened ones on the nightstand, and with no fingering, no oral sex, or anything else further in foreplay crawled between my wife's legs and pushed his cock inside her. I turned on the video light, closed the curtains to the hotel room, and turned on the video camera, one on a tripod and the other I set on the other nightstand, and began snapping photos, all almost a routine that I have done with every time my wife has played. As I move toward the top of the bed, the guy's lips were by my wife's ear whispering as he guy fucked her. She opened her eyes to lock with mine, waved me away, pointing at the tripod. "Move that back," she said. So I did.
She has said many times that once the sex starts she never knows I'm in the room, so for her to not like where I had a camera was strange. He didn't slow down in fucking her, and she started to moan.
I moved to the other side to snap a photo and she now looked up and pointed to the camera on the nightstand. "Take that one away." Which I did, but wondering where this was coming from.
As I moved the camera she said, "Do we need the lights?"
"What's going on here?" I ask. "You know we need the lights". (I have low end camcorders so they require lights to have decent video.)
"The lights and cameras are distracting him," my wife says. He stopped fucking.
"You keep trying to take photos of my face," he accused is a sharp voice.
This hit me the wrong way and I got pissed quick, but gave it a 10 count and sat down in the easy chair in the corner. After a moment in a tone expressing my displeasure with the comment, "Well we talked about this and everyone knew in advance how we do it."
Still with his cock inside my wife the guy pops off in the same tone of voice, "I just can't perform with the lights, I thought I could but I can't. " He pulled out, and rolled to his side, looking at me.
"What is it that I misrepresented about how we play?" I asked.
"Nothing, but if I am going to perform, well I...." He stood up as he said it, stripped off the condom and laid it on the nightstand. I looked over at my wife, trying to read her face, but it was not one of pleading.
"We told you we took photos and video." My wife nodded to me.
"Well," he stammered, "I think, I..., it's probably be best if I just go. I can't do this with the cameras." He reached to the floor and started stepping into his pants. Buckling them he added, "I'm sorry I took up your time." If he was expecting us to say anything along the lines of giving in to his requests about the cameras, he was wrong. He was greeted only with silence. My wife's expression turned to one of puzzlement now.
He pulled on his shirt, and I asked again, "You knew how we played."
"I thought I could handle it," he said, "I can't." By this time he was dressed, he picked up the two remaining condoms, and the one he'd pulled off his cock, "Where you want me to put..." My wife pointed to the trashcan. "Sorry I took up your time" he said. Without a word or gesture to my wife, not a good bye, not a "wish this would have worked different", or anything he turned and walked out the door. I locked it behind him.
I looked back at my wife. "You ok?" I asked.
"That was weird," she said flatly. I wanted to clear the air about one thing.
"You blame me for this?" I asked.
"No," she said, then adding, "Do we have to have two cameras?"
"I knew that was coming, Yes," I responded. "You blaming me for any of this?" I anticipated that she would say that if I didn't have to have the cameras that the evening would have gone better.
"No, you did nothing wrong-he was just strange".
At this point she said it was a rejection of her (she'd gained about 10 pounds since the photos on her profile, which no one really notices but her. She was especially put off by the lack of touching and foreplay-and we tried to analyze what had really transpired. It didn't seem that he freaked simply over the photo lights. I didn't know exactly what happened myself-still in shock over it.
If he wasn't ok with the appearance of my wife, he had ample time at the restaurant to have bailed. When we left the restaurant my wife and I walked back to the hotel and he drove, so he could have easily pulled out on the street and left. We waited for him at the entrance to the hotel, and he could have told us good night, the vibe wasn't right and left then. He didn't. We got into the room and before everyone started taking off their clothes he could have left, he didn't.
This was a man who bragged about fucking a woman while she is shouting humiliating commands to her husband and with us he is distracted by a video camera? A man who can fuck a woman while she is texting her husband elsewhere in the house what her black lover is doing to her can't "perform" (his word) with lights on? A man who can fuck one woman, feel up another, while directing husband of the woman he's inside on what he should be doing to the second woman-this man gets distracted by the clicks of a digital camera?
If he was tired from the trip and being up all day he could have easily bailed when we had talked on the phone at 1 and a 5 p.m. earlier in the day.
Instead he waits until he gets his cock in my wife, in mid-fuck and then says "I can't handle it."
I can't imagine the cameras being the problem-that there was something else going on-but I'll be damned if I can figure it out.
The guy had emailed through our profile on a swinger site that succinctly details what we like and what we look for, and that I love doing photos while she played, and we specifically said that it gives me something to do while she is playing.
He hit the criteria: professional, well built, looking for playing without attachments, black, articulate. Non-smoker (though he said he was ok with the 420 crowd). One of the things that fit with our desire for discretion was he had no face photos of any ladies he was with shown on his profile.
She took a look at his profile and said that he was acceptable, so I emailed back, asked for a number, and she gave him a call, talking to him for about a half-hour. During the call he told her he had a concern about photos, and she reassured him that it was for our personal enjoyment only, that no one would see them, and that we had one regular fuck-buddy who had those concerns initially and he discovered that what we said was true. We also pointed out that there were no face photos on our public profile.
He told her that it was ok then, but that it was a trust issue, if he trusted us, he wanted us to trust him. I wasn't sure what he meant by that at the time.
We met at a restaurant beside a hotel in which we had rented a room for the night, with 7:30 set for the meeting. As we walked into the restaurant my wife mentioned, "I should have asked for a full face shot, because I'm not sure exactly what he looks like. The only photo on his profile showed the bottom half of his face." She has started taking a more active role in searching the sites, reviewing the emails, answering them, and handling most of the latter stages of when we meet someone.
We usually eat around 6:30 and there had been no mention of having a meal, so we ordered, and he called at 7:15, telling us he was a half-hour out, and that he had not eaten. We told him we had a menu there for him and he could eat while we chatted and got to know each other.
He arrived a half hour later, 15 minutes later than original discussed, and talked to me for 15 minutes without hardly noticing my wife who he had sat down beside. He finally asked if we were boring her, and he said a few things to her and I excused myself to go to the restroom to give them a chance to get to know each other a little. When I came out we sat there while he finished eating and then listened to a long rambling story bout his escapades at Hedo, where we had been one time. He asked us nothing about ourselves, and added several other stories-non-stop.
He mentioned he has been up since 5:30 and had flown in from a Northern city earlier in the day, getting in around lunch time.
When my wife excused herself to go to the ladies room, I remembered her saying he had hesitated when she mentioned I'm there doing photos and video, so just to be in the safe side I mentioned again that I like to video and take photos but they are for our own enjoyment and that no one will ever see them.
"No problem" he said, "but trust is a two way street, if I trust you then you should trust me." I agreed, telling him that I would be glad to give him photos and video clips as long as they were not put on any websites.
He said that he didn't want his face in photos, and I told him that the focus of my photos is not his face-but my wife, and that if his face was in a photo it was by accident but in that event it still would not matter because no one will ever see the photos except him.
My wife returned to the table and asked, "Ready to go?"
"Where are we going?" he asked, and she told him to our hotel room for more drinks. We went into the room and he sat down on a loveseat with my wife beside him, I sat at the desk area with the chair swiveled around facing them.
He proceeded to spend the next two hours in rapid narrations of his escapades. In detail one described his experience with a dominating woman and a cuckold submissive (and humiliated) husband, and how she would interrupt her lovemaking with him to criticize her husband and tell her husband how he should take lessons on how to fuck. He said he had met with them a second time, only this time the wife would not let the husband in the room, making him stay in another part of the house and the two of them texting back and forth, with her texting her husband while our narrator continued pumping her. I noticed that he got a visible hard on as he told this. His story had gone on so long that I was bursting to pee, and when I got up to go at the end of the story he immediately started into another story. When I got up I commented, "Well that sure wouldn't work with us."
My wife laughed with me, adding, "No it wouldn't".
His second story involved the wife of a couple in the South that he plays regularly when he is in their town. He enjoyed telling us that her husband was going out of town and had invited him to take her out to dinner and play in his absence, which they had done.
He went on to say that he had come home earlier that day from a trip in a Northern city where he had been meeting a different couple, and while there he was also texting the Southern wife, and in the course of their texting he invited her to come North an join him for the weekend, after checking with the Northern wife and asking if she'd object-with the idea (and plan) of sharing the Southern wife with the Northern husband. The husband was the last one he had asked if that sounded ok with him.
Bear in mind that as he is describing this, he was sitting on a loveseat beside my wife, talking about how on the previous three nights he has been with both these women, even describing how the husband and the Southern wife did not end up doing the deed, but at one point he doing one wife and feeling up the other, and pushing the husband's head toward the Southern wife encouraging him to get in the game. He said he had done this without breaking stride.
We talked briefly about our desire discretion on our end and how we did not give anyone photos showing her face. At the two hour mark (roughly 11 p.m.) He complained about the cold room and I told him once I turn the video light (an old tungsten light from my photography days) that it will heat the room up pretty quick, which was why we had it cold to start with.
My wife was wearing a low cut top with string straps, and I had been waiting for that strap to slide down her arm and it had not, but was enticing me from where I was sitting, and he didn't seem to notice. and I thought it is time to get things rolling or he was going to sit there and talk all night, so I leaned over and started slide the strap over her shoulder and down her arm, saying that the strap had been tantalizing me for the last hour. He stopped me. "That's my job tonight," he laughed, and slid the straps down off both her shoulder, exposing her breasts and leaned over and began kissing her nipples.
She stood up and they kissed more, taking each other's clothes off as they did, and I turned on the camera and shot four or five photos. He turned his back to me, and in doing so blocked the view of their touching (which I like to get into photos), so I stepped to the right and he moved to the right. I move to the other side and he says, "Remember no face". I thought we had covered that in detail prior to this, but I did try to shoot lower per his request. He moved his face to the other side of my wife's and I took some more photos. She dropped to her knees and sucked him hard, and he nudged her up. She walked to the bed and climbed on.
He followed, reaching into the pants he'd taken off and pulling out three Trojan Magnum's, opening one, laying the two unopened ones on the nightstand, and with no fingering, no oral sex, or anything else further in foreplay crawled between my wife's legs and pushed his cock inside her. I turned on the video light, closed the curtains to the hotel room, and turned on the video camera, one on a tripod and the other I set on the other nightstand, and began snapping photos, all almost a routine that I have done with every time my wife has played. As I move toward the top of the bed, the guy's lips were by my wife's ear whispering as he guy fucked her. She opened her eyes to lock with mine, waved me away, pointing at the tripod. "Move that back," she said. So I did.
She has said many times that once the sex starts she never knows I'm in the room, so for her to not like where I had a camera was strange. He didn't slow down in fucking her, and she started to moan.
I moved to the other side to snap a photo and she now looked up and pointed to the camera on the nightstand. "Take that one away." Which I did, but wondering where this was coming from.
As I moved the camera she said, "Do we need the lights?"
"What's going on here?" I ask. "You know we need the lights". (I have low end camcorders so they require lights to have decent video.)
"The lights and cameras are distracting him," my wife says. He stopped fucking.
"You keep trying to take photos of my face," he accused is a sharp voice.
This hit me the wrong way and I got pissed quick, but gave it a 10 count and sat down in the easy chair in the corner. After a moment in a tone expressing my displeasure with the comment, "Well we talked about this and everyone knew in advance how we do it."
Still with his cock inside my wife the guy pops off in the same tone of voice, "I just can't perform with the lights, I thought I could but I can't. " He pulled out, and rolled to his side, looking at me.
"What is it that I misrepresented about how we play?" I asked.
"Nothing, but if I am going to perform, well I...." He stood up as he said it, stripped off the condom and laid it on the nightstand. I looked over at my wife, trying to read her face, but it was not one of pleading.
"We told you we took photos and video." My wife nodded to me.
"Well," he stammered, "I think, I..., it's probably be best if I just go. I can't do this with the cameras." He reached to the floor and started stepping into his pants. Buckling them he added, "I'm sorry I took up your time." If he was expecting us to say anything along the lines of giving in to his requests about the cameras, he was wrong. He was greeted only with silence. My wife's expression turned to one of puzzlement now.
He pulled on his shirt, and I asked again, "You knew how we played."
"I thought I could handle it," he said, "I can't." By this time he was dressed, he picked up the two remaining condoms, and the one he'd pulled off his cock, "Where you want me to put..." My wife pointed to the trashcan. "Sorry I took up your time" he said. Without a word or gesture to my wife, not a good bye, not a "wish this would have worked different", or anything he turned and walked out the door. I locked it behind him.
I looked back at my wife. "You ok?" I asked.
"That was weird," she said flatly. I wanted to clear the air about one thing.
"You blame me for this?" I asked.
"No," she said, then adding, "Do we have to have two cameras?"
"I knew that was coming, Yes," I responded. "You blaming me for any of this?" I anticipated that she would say that if I didn't have to have the cameras that the evening would have gone better.
"No, you did nothing wrong-he was just strange".
At this point she said it was a rejection of her (she'd gained about 10 pounds since the photos on her profile, which no one really notices but her. She was especially put off by the lack of touching and foreplay-and we tried to analyze what had really transpired. It didn't seem that he freaked simply over the photo lights. I didn't know exactly what happened myself-still in shock over it.
If he wasn't ok with the appearance of my wife, he had ample time at the restaurant to have bailed. When we left the restaurant my wife and I walked back to the hotel and he drove, so he could have easily pulled out on the street and left. We waited for him at the entrance to the hotel, and he could have told us good night, the vibe wasn't right and left then. He didn't. We got into the room and before everyone started taking off their clothes he could have left, he didn't.
This was a man who bragged about fucking a woman while she is shouting humiliating commands to her husband and with us he is distracted by a video camera? A man who can fuck a woman while she is texting her husband elsewhere in the house what her black lover is doing to her can't "perform" (his word) with lights on? A man who can fuck one woman, feel up another, while directing husband of the woman he's inside on what he should be doing to the second woman-this man gets distracted by the clicks of a digital camera?
If he was tired from the trip and being up all day he could have easily bailed when we had talked on the phone at 1 and a 5 p.m. earlier in the day.
Instead he waits until he gets his cock in my wife, in mid-fuck and then says "I can't handle it."
I can't imagine the cameras being the problem-that there was something else going on-but I'll be damned if I can figure it out.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Her 8th Black Lover
We met what would be her 8th black lover in a Holiday Inn bar. He had sent an email from a swinger site, she liked his approach, and the fact he was in a town at which we vacation sometimes and she said she'd like to have someone to play with there.
We approached him in the bar, He introduced himself as Mel, only he and the bartender were there, and he smiled. He had big wide spaced front teeth, and forgive me but I thought she would bail right then. He was good looking enough until he smiled, but Anna, being the nice person not wanting to offend smiled back, ordered a drink, and we moved to a table in the empty bar where the conversation went around to lifestyle stuff, "How long you been doing it? "How'd you get started."
At one point we were talking about photos and I showed him the one of Anna I carry in my wallet and he nearly blew it, "How long ago was that taken?" This is not the thing you say to a woman in her 40's. Anna jerked back like she'd been hit-it hurt. But it didn't register on him and I told her he didn't mean it in that way and he finally picked up on it and agreed. So we talked more and he said no one carries hot photos of their wives in their wallets but on their cell phone-and so I relented, showed him a topless shot of Anna I have on mine. And Anna blurted out, "I was probably on top of one right then."
She wasn't , but she had just been fucked by her big dicked friend so I guess that was close enough.
The conversation went through three drinks before he went to the rest room. "You want to bail?, " I asked.
"No, he's all right," she answered back. When he came back from the rest room I had complained about the watered down drinks, Jack for me, and she asked if I wanted another. I have the unwatered version in the room" I said.
"You ready to go to the room?" She asked. I nodded. "Let's go." And we went, he went to the car for his liquor, asked the room number and when we went to the room Anna said, "He may not come back."
"He'll come back" I said. At that moment he knocked on the door.
They started kissing, he felt her up outside her low cowl neck top that she'd worn a sweater over in the bar, and they kissed. At that point as usual I faded into the background and he laid her back, ate her pussy, she sucked his cock, and without taking the top off, which had slid to the side tantalizing exposing a hard nipple, he climbed between her legs and fucked her. He was probably the smallest cock she's had so far, but he made up for it in enthusiasm and ability to recover quickly. He pull out, take off the rubber, she'd suck his cock and they'd fuck again, missionary three times, her on top twice. Had to admire his recovery time.
The second fuck he was making out with her, he was on top, she was holding his cock, and he tried to slide it in without a condom, and she moved him away from her opening. I saw what was happening and butted in, "Condom"--and he said, "I don't want to but I will if I have to." So he did, and we had no problem with that the rest of the evening"
As they lay there recovering and cuddling after what was I think their fourth or fifth fuck (no kidding)--I handed him a marker with the request to sign his work, and he wrote his name, and I told him others had said "their name and 'was here", so he did, drawing a triangle on her from her pussy to each nipple. "I was here, and here, and here" he said as he drew it.
It revived him again, and she got on top-I'd had a lot to drink and since she was already marked on with the marker I wrote "Loves BBC" on the flat of her ass, which was soon bouncing up and down on his cock. He was bucking his body up underneath her, bouncing her into the air on his cock, and the gravity would slid her back down on it, she was loving it. She was on top, fucking, without her moving.
It took a lot of strength to be able to do that as long as he did. Finally he finished for the evening, said his good byes, and left.
We approached him in the bar, He introduced himself as Mel, only he and the bartender were there, and he smiled. He had big wide spaced front teeth, and forgive me but I thought she would bail right then. He was good looking enough until he smiled, but Anna, being the nice person not wanting to offend smiled back, ordered a drink, and we moved to a table in the empty bar where the conversation went around to lifestyle stuff, "How long you been doing it? "How'd you get started."
At one point we were talking about photos and I showed him the one of Anna I carry in my wallet and he nearly blew it, "How long ago was that taken?" This is not the thing you say to a woman in her 40's. Anna jerked back like she'd been hit-it hurt. But it didn't register on him and I told her he didn't mean it in that way and he finally picked up on it and agreed. So we talked more and he said no one carries hot photos of their wives in their wallets but on their cell phone-and so I relented, showed him a topless shot of Anna I have on mine. And Anna blurted out, "I was probably on top of one right then."
She wasn't , but she had just been fucked by her big dicked friend so I guess that was close enough.
The conversation went through three drinks before he went to the rest room. "You want to bail?, " I asked.
"No, he's all right," she answered back. When he came back from the rest room I had complained about the watered down drinks, Jack for me, and she asked if I wanted another. I have the unwatered version in the room" I said.
"You ready to go to the room?" She asked. I nodded. "Let's go." And we went, he went to the car for his liquor, asked the room number and when we went to the room Anna said, "He may not come back."
"He'll come back" I said. At that moment he knocked on the door.
They started kissing, he felt her up outside her low cowl neck top that she'd worn a sweater over in the bar, and they kissed. At that point as usual I faded into the background and he laid her back, ate her pussy, she sucked his cock, and without taking the top off, which had slid to the side tantalizing exposing a hard nipple, he climbed between her legs and fucked her. He was probably the smallest cock she's had so far, but he made up for it in enthusiasm and ability to recover quickly. He pull out, take off the rubber, she'd suck his cock and they'd fuck again, missionary three times, her on top twice. Had to admire his recovery time.
The second fuck he was making out with her, he was on top, she was holding his cock, and he tried to slide it in without a condom, and she moved him away from her opening. I saw what was happening and butted in, "Condom"--and he said, "I don't want to but I will if I have to." So he did, and we had no problem with that the rest of the evening"
As they lay there recovering and cuddling after what was I think their fourth or fifth fuck (no kidding)--I handed him a marker with the request to sign his work, and he wrote his name, and I told him others had said "their name and 'was here", so he did, drawing a triangle on her from her pussy to each nipple. "I was here, and here, and here" he said as he drew it.
It revived him again, and she got on top-I'd had a lot to drink and since she was already marked on with the marker I wrote "Loves BBC" on the flat of her ass, which was soon bouncing up and down on his cock. He was bucking his body up underneath her, bouncing her into the air on his cock, and the gravity would slid her back down on it, she was loving it. She was on top, fucking, without her moving.
It took a lot of strength to be able to do that as long as he did. Finally he finished for the evening, said his good byes, and left.
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