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.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Two Black Men
We had talked more about her doing two black men. I asked if her she wanted to invite a two black guys--and she said that it would have to be spontaneous--she didn't want to do it by pre-planning.
She did email back and forth to a couple of guys, but as the week progressed she made no effort to contact them, work got heavy, and instead of meeting them on Thursday as we had planned (and we had two days of the trade show around a lot of people we knew) we talked about booking an room at a different hotel.
One guy was quite a bit bigger, but she liked another guy better, so she questioned meeting one guy on Thursday and the other on Saturday. I was leery about doing that at our trade show (as we do try to keep our play life and our reality life separate) but I did say we'd check it out depending on how remote our room was to lessen the chance of him coming in to our room and bumping into someone in the hall. As we got closer, we bailed on Thursday night, but emailed and asked about Saturday. One guy did not write back, and the second guy had a conflict. She had picked out an especially hot dress, with scoops under both the front, back, and under her arms, so that a bit of side-boob was visible too.
To top all that off on the drive to the show Anna and I got into a long drawn out shouting match over very little, but we were both pissed for a while, which further drained us. Neither one of us had any interest in pursuing anything.
But it would get hotter.
Saturday all was ok again, things back to normal, and we worked the trade show. It so happened that the hotel had a nightclub adjoining, and we went in and found it crowded, but no one we knew from the trade show, although there were several black guys in the crowd. Anna perked up, and mentioned that we might want to come back there later, smiling.
We had to leave the club for a late social gathering in relation to our work, and after that gathering we stopped back by our room-and she donned the sexy dress she had been planning to wear to meet one of her potential black lovers.
The social had an open bar and Anna had a great buzz going when we went back to the club. Even more people had come in, and we danced a couple of dances, and I left for the restroom.
She had looked around and saw no one we knew was there, and said, "You know we might hook up here. Would that be alright."
"Sure" I said in my drunkeness.
As I came back to the dance floor, I started toward her and saw a black guy step up to her just as I hit the edge of the dance floor, so I stepped back, ordered another drink, and watched my wife dance with three different black guys. One guy danced with her a couple of dances, and we heard the bartender announce last call. She motioned me over, the black guy still standing there. He was younger, about 5' 9" and had his arm around her waist.
"What's our room number."
I told her. She couldn't hear over the crowd so I held up my fingers.
"You sure this is all right?" the black guy asked.
"As long as you don't have a problem with me being there and cameras."
"OK," he said, and Anna took my hand and led me off the floor, explaining that they would come along later just in case there was someone we knew in the room.
As we headed down the hall toward our room she told me, "I'm not sure they'll come, I saw them head out the door."
"Them?"
"Yeah," he said he's here with his friend. I told him the friend could come but he can't do me." I said nothing, just recalling how freaked out she had been at the mention of just such a thing a few days earlier. I was anticipating how this might turn out.
When we got to the room I opened up my camera case, and there was knock at the door. She opened the door, said hi to the two guys, and introduced us to Shawn and Galen. Galen was the black guy she had been dancing with, Shawn was about 6' 2" and probably 275-300 pounds, with a huge belly. We introduced ourselves, and Galen said, "Shawn's not going to do anything."
Shawn was carrying a half full bottle of gin, and Galen had a sock in his hand.
Trying to be friendly I handed him a camera. "Good, you can help me shoot pictures" I said. Anna and Galen embraced and started kissing, and I went to the camera bag to set up a video camera and put a battery in my other digital.
"I don't mind photos, but don't show my face," Galen said, adding "and here's why." He opened his wallet and showed a fireman ID.
When I stepped back around to check on Anna, they were kissing, and he had already pulled the cloth from the dress to the middle, exposing both her breasts. He was still fully clothed.
Shawn was taking photos, and I went back to finish setting up the camera and light. Once done I went back to the foyer where they were, this time Anna was on her knees in front of him sucking his black cock, naked. She stood up to kiss him, his shirt still on, and he grabbed her ass and pulled her tight against him, reaching far back and slapping her ass very hard with both hands on both ass cheeks at the same time. She didn't complain and he did it twice more, leaving deep red marks on her ass.
They kissed a while longer.
"You might need to get a condom," Anna said to me.
"I've got all the condoms we need," Galen said, reaching into the sock and pulling out a gray pack of Lifestyle condoms and opening one. I moved into the room to turn on the video camera and as they rounded the petition between the foyer and the bed, Anna was on her knees, sucking his condom covered cock. I wasn't sure if she had put it on him with her mouth or fingers. She was pulling his socks off as she did, before climbing onto the bed.
She lay down on the bed, scooting up toward the head of the bed, spreading her legs, and licking her fingers parting her pussy lips as she watched him remove his shirt and remainder of his clothing.
He climbed between her legs, leaned over to kiss her and slid his cock into her with no oral sex or fingering. She locked her legs behind his small ass that was soon bouncing up and down between her legs, fucking her and grunting as she moaned and said "Yes, Yes, Yes," over and over.
The bad thing is in that position there is nothing but legs, ass and back to take photos off, and as I circled the bed, and Shawn did as well, there was not a lot to see except a tangle of legs. He shifted position slightly so we could now see his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, and she was soon squirting.
I'm not sure how much Shawn had seen of this, because when I looked at the photos he had taken the majority of them was the glistening fluids of her squirting.
He fucked her for around 15 minutes, asking her if she liked it, which of course she did and told him so. He started quicker and her gasps for breath hit the rhythm which told me she would be coming soon, and he moaned as he started coming into the condom.
He lay on top of her and I moved around to their feet, noticing the base of the condom was bulging with cum. "Might be time to replace the condom," I said aloud, but he didn't seen to hear.
He was talking to her but I couldn't hear at the time--but later on the video tape I heard him ask her if she liked his black cock.
"I love black cock," she told him.
"Want more?" She nodded.
"Shawn will do you." She paused for a moment, then nodded again.
"You sure?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered, still nodding.
"OK," he said, smiling.
He lay there for a while before staggering toward the bathroom. I had no idea how much he had drunk, but it was obvious he was getting sloppy drunk.
As he pulled out of her she kiddingly said, "You through?"
He turned to Shawn, "He'll do you." We waited for him to return from the bathroom. When he didn't she looked at Shawn, her legs still wide open and her pussy displayed, and said, "Come on big boy."
He stammered something about how he'd been drinking all day and had trouble getting it up when he drank like that. "Gin and it don't mix," he said.
After a minute or two she looked over at me, and smiling moved toward Shawn standing at the foot of the bed with the camera in his hand.
He didn't resist but had a strange look on his face as she unbuckled his pants, pulled down his shorts, and wrapped her hand around a good sized black cock that was not hard. She began sucking him, stroking him, and in general trying to get him hard.
She wanted to fuck him to, and it was evident, but he got semi-hard and then lost it. She kept sucking on him, go him hard, and he stripped out of his clothes. She lay back on the bed, legs splayed, breathing heavily, about to get her second black cock of the evening, and he lost his hard on again.
Anna rose back up to suck him again.
Galen remained in the restroom, and after several minutes Shawn asked, "Where's Galen?" and leaned over with Anna's mouth still on his cock, and exclaimed, "Oh shit."
Anna quit sucking him and we all moved toward the bathroom, where Galen lay in the bathroom floor, his head beside the commode, naked, pass out cold. Anna checking on him, feeling for a pulse at this throat, which he had, as Shawn tugged on his clothing.
We all spent the next 30 minutes trying to get Galen up. Together we got his clothes on him, and he lay back down in the floor. Anna was still naked, wiping his head with a wet cloth trying to get him up, and as she did I saw Shawn open his cell phone and take a couple of shots of him and my naked wife in the floor.
"He is going to have to be real nice to me for a while," Shawn laughed.
Galen rallied enough to get to his feet, and Shawn helped him up, thanked Anna for the good time, and went out the door. I closed the bolt, and went back to the bed, where my freshly black fucked wife was laying on the bed for her white husband to reclaim her pussy. Which I did.
I guess if you're wondering if we're real, the above should be proof as no one could make this shit up. And it didn't end as you expected, think about us--it didn't end as we expected either.
We've talked about going back and doing it again--to her it is the hottest thing she's ever done.
She did email back and forth to a couple of guys, but as the week progressed she made no effort to contact them, work got heavy, and instead of meeting them on Thursday as we had planned (and we had two days of the trade show around a lot of people we knew) we talked about booking an room at a different hotel.
One guy was quite a bit bigger, but she liked another guy better, so she questioned meeting one guy on Thursday and the other on Saturday. I was leery about doing that at our trade show (as we do try to keep our play life and our reality life separate) but I did say we'd check it out depending on how remote our room was to lessen the chance of him coming in to our room and bumping into someone in the hall. As we got closer, we bailed on Thursday night, but emailed and asked about Saturday. One guy did not write back, and the second guy had a conflict. She had picked out an especially hot dress, with scoops under both the front, back, and under her arms, so that a bit of side-boob was visible too.
To top all that off on the drive to the show Anna and I got into a long drawn out shouting match over very little, but we were both pissed for a while, which further drained us. Neither one of us had any interest in pursuing anything.
But it would get hotter.
Saturday all was ok again, things back to normal, and we worked the trade show. It so happened that the hotel had a nightclub adjoining, and we went in and found it crowded, but no one we knew from the trade show, although there were several black guys in the crowd. Anna perked up, and mentioned that we might want to come back there later, smiling.
We had to leave the club for a late social gathering in relation to our work, and after that gathering we stopped back by our room-and she donned the sexy dress she had been planning to wear to meet one of her potential black lovers.
The social had an open bar and Anna had a great buzz going when we went back to the club. Even more people had come in, and we danced a couple of dances, and I left for the restroom.
She had looked around and saw no one we knew was there, and said, "You know we might hook up here. Would that be alright."
"Sure" I said in my drunkeness.
As I came back to the dance floor, I started toward her and saw a black guy step up to her just as I hit the edge of the dance floor, so I stepped back, ordered another drink, and watched my wife dance with three different black guys. One guy danced with her a couple of dances, and we heard the bartender announce last call. She motioned me over, the black guy still standing there. He was younger, about 5' 9" and had his arm around her waist.
"What's our room number."
I told her. She couldn't hear over the crowd so I held up my fingers.
"You sure this is all right?" the black guy asked.
"As long as you don't have a problem with me being there and cameras."
"OK," he said, and Anna took my hand and led me off the floor, explaining that they would come along later just in case there was someone we knew in the room.
As we headed down the hall toward our room she told me, "I'm not sure they'll come, I saw them head out the door."
"Them?"
"Yeah," he said he's here with his friend. I told him the friend could come but he can't do me." I said nothing, just recalling how freaked out she had been at the mention of just such a thing a few days earlier. I was anticipating how this might turn out.
When we got to the room I opened up my camera case, and there was knock at the door. She opened the door, said hi to the two guys, and introduced us to Shawn and Galen. Galen was the black guy she had been dancing with, Shawn was about 6' 2" and probably 275-300 pounds, with a huge belly. We introduced ourselves, and Galen said, "Shawn's not going to do anything."
Shawn was carrying a half full bottle of gin, and Galen had a sock in his hand.
Trying to be friendly I handed him a camera. "Good, you can help me shoot pictures" I said. Anna and Galen embraced and started kissing, and I went to the camera bag to set up a video camera and put a battery in my other digital.
"I don't mind photos, but don't show my face," Galen said, adding "and here's why." He opened his wallet and showed a fireman ID.
When I stepped back around to check on Anna, they were kissing, and he had already pulled the cloth from the dress to the middle, exposing both her breasts. He was still fully clothed.
Shawn was taking photos, and I went back to finish setting up the camera and light. Once done I went back to the foyer where they were, this time Anna was on her knees in front of him sucking his black cock, naked. She stood up to kiss him, his shirt still on, and he grabbed her ass and pulled her tight against him, reaching far back and slapping her ass very hard with both hands on both ass cheeks at the same time. She didn't complain and he did it twice more, leaving deep red marks on her ass.
They kissed a while longer.
"You might need to get a condom," Anna said to me.
"I've got all the condoms we need," Galen said, reaching into the sock and pulling out a gray pack of Lifestyle condoms and opening one. I moved into the room to turn on the video camera and as they rounded the petition between the foyer and the bed, Anna was on her knees, sucking his condom covered cock. I wasn't sure if she had put it on him with her mouth or fingers. She was pulling his socks off as she did, before climbing onto the bed.
She lay down on the bed, scooting up toward the head of the bed, spreading her legs, and licking her fingers parting her pussy lips as she watched him remove his shirt and remainder of his clothing.
He climbed between her legs, leaned over to kiss her and slid his cock into her with no oral sex or fingering. She locked her legs behind his small ass that was soon bouncing up and down between her legs, fucking her and grunting as she moaned and said "Yes, Yes, Yes," over and over.
The bad thing is in that position there is nothing but legs, ass and back to take photos off, and as I circled the bed, and Shawn did as well, there was not a lot to see except a tangle of legs. He shifted position slightly so we could now see his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, and she was soon squirting.
I'm not sure how much Shawn had seen of this, because when I looked at the photos he had taken the majority of them was the glistening fluids of her squirting.
He fucked her for around 15 minutes, asking her if she liked it, which of course she did and told him so. He started quicker and her gasps for breath hit the rhythm which told me she would be coming soon, and he moaned as he started coming into the condom.
He lay on top of her and I moved around to their feet, noticing the base of the condom was bulging with cum. "Might be time to replace the condom," I said aloud, but he didn't seen to hear.
He was talking to her but I couldn't hear at the time--but later on the video tape I heard him ask her if she liked his black cock.
"I love black cock," she told him.
"Want more?" She nodded.
"Shawn will do you." She paused for a moment, then nodded again.
"You sure?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered, still nodding.
"OK," he said, smiling.
He lay there for a while before staggering toward the bathroom. I had no idea how much he had drunk, but it was obvious he was getting sloppy drunk.
As he pulled out of her she kiddingly said, "You through?"
He turned to Shawn, "He'll do you." We waited for him to return from the bathroom. When he didn't she looked at Shawn, her legs still wide open and her pussy displayed, and said, "Come on big boy."
He stammered something about how he'd been drinking all day and had trouble getting it up when he drank like that. "Gin and it don't mix," he said.
After a minute or two she looked over at me, and smiling moved toward Shawn standing at the foot of the bed with the camera in his hand.
He didn't resist but had a strange look on his face as she unbuckled his pants, pulled down his shorts, and wrapped her hand around a good sized black cock that was not hard. She began sucking him, stroking him, and in general trying to get him hard.
She wanted to fuck him to, and it was evident, but he got semi-hard and then lost it. She kept sucking on him, go him hard, and he stripped out of his clothes. She lay back on the bed, legs splayed, breathing heavily, about to get her second black cock of the evening, and he lost his hard on again.
Anna rose back up to suck him again.
Galen remained in the restroom, and after several minutes Shawn asked, "Where's Galen?" and leaned over with Anna's mouth still on his cock, and exclaimed, "Oh shit."
Anna quit sucking him and we all moved toward the bathroom, where Galen lay in the bathroom floor, his head beside the commode, naked, pass out cold. Anna checking on him, feeling for a pulse at this throat, which he had, as Shawn tugged on his clothing.
We all spent the next 30 minutes trying to get Galen up. Together we got his clothes on him, and he lay back down in the floor. Anna was still naked, wiping his head with a wet cloth trying to get him up, and as she did I saw Shawn open his cell phone and take a couple of shots of him and my naked wife in the floor.
"He is going to have to be real nice to me for a while," Shawn laughed.
Galen rallied enough to get to his feet, and Shawn helped him up, thanked Anna for the good time, and went out the door. I closed the bolt, and went back to the bed, where my freshly black fucked wife was laying on the bed for her white husband to reclaim her pussy. Which I did.
I guess if you're wondering if we're real, the above should be proof as no one could make this shit up. And it didn't end as you expected, think about us--it didn't end as we expected either.
We've talked about going back and doing it again--to her it is the hottest thing she's ever done.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Exclusive to black men
The significance of her black date, and as I had explained to her date previously and why it was such a big step for her was that while she had accepted that she loves fucking black guys, and her involvement in the interracial lifestyle, we had always gone to extremes to ensure discretion and not letting anyone know.
Now this was so different from that. She wanted to be seen on the arm of a nice black guy, she wanted the envious looks of some of the white women, the glares of some disapproving others, and the anger in the faces of some of the black women. She wanted to be shown off, she had said, but the reality she was doing some showing off of her own.
She said she wanted this to be a coming out party of sorts, of actually going out in public and showing anyone that sees her that she enjoys the company of a black man. Her dress, the Q of spades tatoo on her ankle, and hopefully his agressive attitude was all supposed to enhance that--although he did behave much more gentlemanly than she had hoped, but that is not a bad thing from a regular.
After the intensity of a sleepover fuck buddy, we laid back for a few days, and she started surfing our swinger site more often. We were going to a trade show a few states away and she wanted to surf a potential playmate. In the course of talking about it I had added a couple of white couples, and she said she really didn't care to fuck any white guys, but if it was a swinging situation she would take one for the team.
"So you only want to fuck black men?"
"I have a white guy at home, but yes, I am only really interested in being with black men."
So other than me her pussy is exclusive to black cock it would appear.
Now this was so different from that. She wanted to be seen on the arm of a nice black guy, she wanted the envious looks of some of the white women, the glares of some disapproving others, and the anger in the faces of some of the black women. She wanted to be shown off, she had said, but the reality she was doing some showing off of her own.
She said she wanted this to be a coming out party of sorts, of actually going out in public and showing anyone that sees her that she enjoys the company of a black man. Her dress, the Q of spades tatoo on her ankle, and hopefully his agressive attitude was all supposed to enhance that--although he did behave much more gentlemanly than she had hoped, but that is not a bad thing from a regular.
After the intensity of a sleepover fuck buddy, we laid back for a few days, and she started surfing our swinger site more often. We were going to a trade show a few states away and she wanted to surf a potential playmate. In the course of talking about it I had added a couple of white couples, and she said she really didn't care to fuck any white guys, but if it was a swinging situation she would take one for the team.
"So you only want to fuck black men?"
"I have a white guy at home, but yes, I am only really interested in being with black men."
So other than me her pussy is exclusive to black cock it would appear.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Her First Interracial Date
FIRST BLACK DATE
Four days after the previous post we drove to vacation, anticipating the Friday night solo date we had talked about. She first mentioned it as a fantasy, wanting a black guy to take her out and show her off, and after a lot of talking and discussing it with two of her black lovers, we picked the guy we always see when we go to the beach, the guy who had put the "slut4bc" collar on her, Devin.
The plan was for him to pick her up at our condo (she'd already told me she was planning on wearing a very low cut dress she worn the first time she met Darnell, the one I said I just about told Darnell to forget it and go home as I was taking her for the night. The plan was,their going to dinner, and possibly dancing or at least to a club. (I'd asked him to hang back some and let her be asked to dance by a few guys to get her confidence up).
In the ensuing days since I first mentioned that she could do this if she wanted she went from concern I was pushing him into it to her liking the idea that at some point she would go to the bathroom and upon returning hand him her panties.
I asked for photos and text messages on the progress, and for them to come by a strip club and pick me up, where I would be waiting. I asked them to come in and have a drink in the strip club, with her on his arm as they came in.
From my standpoint I said she could do whatever she wanted with him without me there except I want to be around if there was fucking. She had said she wanted to blow him before they get back, and I told her with that lowcut dress he would have his hand inside her top before they left the parking lot.
We arrived at the condo at the beach and as we fucked that night I told her I was thinking that I had just eaten a pussy that someone else would eat within 24 hours, I was sucking on breasts and holding tits that someone else would be sucking and holding within 24 hours, and I had my cock inside her and another cock would be there. I told her that the bottom line was that I was loaning her pussy, breasts, and body to him for an evening. That really got her soaked.
The date night came and she started getting ready early, he called and said he would be here between 7 and 7:30, and after 8 he showed up. (This is commonly referred to as being on black time if you've not had a lot of real experience in hooking up with black men).
He called when he was in the parking lot. I had to let him in and give him a parking pass for the condo. We went in, He talked for a while,and gave me the test results of his being negative as he had promised.
He complimented my wife, and as she had forgotten her Q and heart anklet chain I had in our toy box a rub on tattoo of the spade with a Q in the center, and I put that on her ankle instead. I kept noticing how that was noticeable and would draw attention to her exceptional long slender legs. I finally told him, "You two have to get going."
And he stood up and he looked at us and said, "Well I need to get a quick shower." My wife had not eaten and it was getting later, and after another half hour he came out dressed in sport jacket, dress shirt with no tie, and slacks. She really needed to eat she told me.
I had planned to set up my light and camera things after they had left and then the plan was for them to join me in a nearby strip club--but as it was late this time they dropped me off at the strip club and then went on.
A cute young stripper came up in the nearly empty strip club, asked if she could join me, and I started awaiting the first text or cell phone photo. The first one came in, they had not gone to dinner, they had gone straight to the club, where they had gotten a table. He had asked her if she wanted to sit at the bar, she didn't. And from the table he talked about dancing but never asked her.
She had 3 Cosmos, and when he went to the restroom I received my second text, saying that nothing had happened, but he was getting touchy feely on her back.
I assumed things were progressing but I much different that we had talked about and she had anticipated, but that is how things often go, so I ordered another beer, drank it, and finally took the stripper back to the private area for a lap dance. I had my hand full of a very nice big natural boob when the phone rang in the middle of the second dance. They were on their way, and I should meet them out front. (So much for them coming in with her on his arm). I think they were both ready to get into the sex at this point despite the so far mild evening.
They picked me up, we drove back to the condo. When we got back in the condo they quickly began kissing, She helped him off with his cloths and sucked his cock, then he had her stand he dropped to her knees and reaching up under her dress pulled her panties down, and then began eating her pussy.
She pulled her dress over her head, and removed it, and then he pulled her over to the bed, kissing on her breasts as he fingered her as he sat on the bed.
He pulled her onto the bed and he fingered her has he ate her pussy, rubbing her g spot and squeezing her breast and pulling on her nipple with his other hand. She was moaning and enjoying every second of it, coming immediately. He moved higher and she spread her legs open for him, and as he got closer, just enough to touch her pussy with the head of his cock, she reached down and drug the head of his cock through her soaked pussy lips, but instead of entering her he asked her to get on top, and she said ok. He rolled to her back, and she followed, sucking his cock a few more times before moving over his bare cock and slowly lowering her body onto him.
She likes bare better than condoms and she moaned a sigh of pleasure as he entered her. The fact he wasn't wearing a condom made it that much hotter for her and she showed it. She rocked back and forth with his cock balls deep inside her while he rubbed her clit with his black hand, standing out in contrast against her white belly. Then as she bucked harder her reached up to cup both her breasts as she road him, and then she wrapped her arms around his neck and he put his arms around her back and they two rocked wildly as they fucked each other. Leaning back she put her arms behind her and still fucked him, her eyes rolling back on her head and he held her on his cock with his hands on her thighs, then finally embracing her tightly he came inside her for the first time ever bareback (for him--even though we'd met him four times previously), and for the first time that evening.
They held each other tightly and he got hard again quickly and she went right back to leaning back with her arms supporting her from behind while she rode his cock. He alternated between rubbing her clit, playing with her tits, or pinching her nipples. The only way to describe it was wild fucking, until he came inside her again.
This time she lay back and he ate her come filled pussy for a few licks, fingered her a few strokes and climbed aboard her missionary style, her legs pulled up. He fucked her like this for 10 minutes or so, until he slowed, and as he held his cock inside her she put her legs behind his ass and fucked her body up against him. He eased to her side and she straddled his cock again, riding him to still another orgasm. After more fucking like this she went to her back again and he fucked her missionary style again.
They fucked and sucked for almost 3 1/2 hours, nearly non stop, with hours of moans and her chorus of "YESS" and "fuck me" over and over. Toward the end of the evening he began telling her how he was going to put his black cum inside her white slutty pussy and she got even more turned on to the dirty talk and name calling.
After a while they paused, he went to the restroom, and I slid off my clothes and got on the bed, where she began to suck my cock, her body on her knees, her ass sticking off the edge of the bed. She was in that position when he came back into the room, and without breaking a movement he stepped behind her and slid his cock inside her as she sucked me. He had done a lot of fucking and it slid out, so he began to eat her again and finger fuck her, and finally pulled away and quietly told us good night, that he was through for the evening.
I fucked her now cum filled pussy and added my cum to the load, and she pulled on a black sheer gown and we went to sleep holding each other.
Sleeping with him was out of the question as when we rented the condo we didn't know that the extra room would only have twin beds rather than at least a double.
The next morning I awoke to her standing at the door to our room for a mental image that has stuck in my mind. Here was my wife in a sheer gown, and when I sleepily asked, "Where you going?" She motioned to the other room where he was. She was going to go straight from my bed to his and fuck him this morning.
I lay there for a few minutes awaiting the sound of her getting fucked, but there was only silence. A few moments later she came back into the room. "His door was locked," was all she said as she snuggled against me. We fucked then.
A few minutes later he got up and when she told him that she had been coming in to wake him up he apologized, not realizing that he had locked his door. She simply smiled, took his hand and led him into our bedroom where they began kissing as they stood. They kissed for long minutes and she pulled down his boxers and stripped him naked, and he pulled her gown over her head and she was as naked as he was. She held his cock as they kissed and he played with her breasts.
She sucked his cock and then he turned her around and laid her back on the bed, eating her pussy for a while before moving on the bed. She lay on her side sucking his cock as he sat with his knees flat on the bed as he fingered her pussy, then scooting her around straight on the bed and began eating her pussy, rubbing his thumb over her clit as he did. Then rocking forward on his knees he barely touch her pussy with his bare cock, and then reaching down guided it inside her. They kissed again as he began to fuck her, rocking and grinding hard against her until he started moaning has he came inside her again.
He had to leave then, quickly pulled on his clothes, picked up his overnight bag and told us good bye, thanking her for the good time, leaving her with a last load of cum inside her where I added mine in just a few minutes.
Four days after the previous post we drove to vacation, anticipating the Friday night solo date we had talked about. She first mentioned it as a fantasy, wanting a black guy to take her out and show her off, and after a lot of talking and discussing it with two of her black lovers, we picked the guy we always see when we go to the beach, the guy who had put the "slut4bc" collar on her, Devin.
The plan was for him to pick her up at our condo (she'd already told me she was planning on wearing a very low cut dress she worn the first time she met Darnell, the one I said I just about told Darnell to forget it and go home as I was taking her for the night. The plan was,their going to dinner, and possibly dancing or at least to a club. (I'd asked him to hang back some and let her be asked to dance by a few guys to get her confidence up).
In the ensuing days since I first mentioned that she could do this if she wanted she went from concern I was pushing him into it to her liking the idea that at some point she would go to the bathroom and upon returning hand him her panties.
I asked for photos and text messages on the progress, and for them to come by a strip club and pick me up, where I would be waiting. I asked them to come in and have a drink in the strip club, with her on his arm as they came in.
From my standpoint I said she could do whatever she wanted with him without me there except I want to be around if there was fucking. She had said she wanted to blow him before they get back, and I told her with that lowcut dress he would have his hand inside her top before they left the parking lot.
We arrived at the condo at the beach and as we fucked that night I told her I was thinking that I had just eaten a pussy that someone else would eat within 24 hours, I was sucking on breasts and holding tits that someone else would be sucking and holding within 24 hours, and I had my cock inside her and another cock would be there. I told her that the bottom line was that I was loaning her pussy, breasts, and body to him for an evening. That really got her soaked.
The date night came and she started getting ready early, he called and said he would be here between 7 and 7:30, and after 8 he showed up. (This is commonly referred to as being on black time if you've not had a lot of real experience in hooking up with black men).
He called when he was in the parking lot. I had to let him in and give him a parking pass for the condo. We went in, He talked for a while,and gave me the test results of his being negative as he had promised.
He complimented my wife, and as she had forgotten her Q and heart anklet chain I had in our toy box a rub on tattoo of the spade with a Q in the center, and I put that on her ankle instead. I kept noticing how that was noticeable and would draw attention to her exceptional long slender legs. I finally told him, "You two have to get going."
And he stood up and he looked at us and said, "Well I need to get a quick shower." My wife had not eaten and it was getting later, and after another half hour he came out dressed in sport jacket, dress shirt with no tie, and slacks. She really needed to eat she told me.
I had planned to set up my light and camera things after they had left and then the plan was for them to join me in a nearby strip club--but as it was late this time they dropped me off at the strip club and then went on.
A cute young stripper came up in the nearly empty strip club, asked if she could join me, and I started awaiting the first text or cell phone photo. The first one came in, they had not gone to dinner, they had gone straight to the club, where they had gotten a table. He had asked her if she wanted to sit at the bar, she didn't. And from the table he talked about dancing but never asked her.
She had 3 Cosmos, and when he went to the restroom I received my second text, saying that nothing had happened, but he was getting touchy feely on her back.
I assumed things were progressing but I much different that we had talked about and she had anticipated, but that is how things often go, so I ordered another beer, drank it, and finally took the stripper back to the private area for a lap dance. I had my hand full of a very nice big natural boob when the phone rang in the middle of the second dance. They were on their way, and I should meet them out front. (So much for them coming in with her on his arm). I think they were both ready to get into the sex at this point despite the so far mild evening.
They picked me up, we drove back to the condo. When we got back in the condo they quickly began kissing, She helped him off with his cloths and sucked his cock, then he had her stand he dropped to her knees and reaching up under her dress pulled her panties down, and then began eating her pussy.
She pulled her dress over her head, and removed it, and then he pulled her over to the bed, kissing on her breasts as he fingered her as he sat on the bed.
He pulled her onto the bed and he fingered her has he ate her pussy, rubbing her g spot and squeezing her breast and pulling on her nipple with his other hand. She was moaning and enjoying every second of it, coming immediately. He moved higher and she spread her legs open for him, and as he got closer, just enough to touch her pussy with the head of his cock, she reached down and drug the head of his cock through her soaked pussy lips, but instead of entering her he asked her to get on top, and she said ok. He rolled to her back, and she followed, sucking his cock a few more times before moving over his bare cock and slowly lowering her body onto him.
She likes bare better than condoms and she moaned a sigh of pleasure as he entered her. The fact he wasn't wearing a condom made it that much hotter for her and she showed it. She rocked back and forth with his cock balls deep inside her while he rubbed her clit with his black hand, standing out in contrast against her white belly. Then as she bucked harder her reached up to cup both her breasts as she road him, and then she wrapped her arms around his neck and he put his arms around her back and they two rocked wildly as they fucked each other. Leaning back she put her arms behind her and still fucked him, her eyes rolling back on her head and he held her on his cock with his hands on her thighs, then finally embracing her tightly he came inside her for the first time ever bareback (for him--even though we'd met him four times previously), and for the first time that evening.
They held each other tightly and he got hard again quickly and she went right back to leaning back with her arms supporting her from behind while she rode his cock. He alternated between rubbing her clit, playing with her tits, or pinching her nipples. The only way to describe it was wild fucking, until he came inside her again.
This time she lay back and he ate her come filled pussy for a few licks, fingered her a few strokes and climbed aboard her missionary style, her legs pulled up. He fucked her like this for 10 minutes or so, until he slowed, and as he held his cock inside her she put her legs behind his ass and fucked her body up against him. He eased to her side and she straddled his cock again, riding him to still another orgasm. After more fucking like this she went to her back again and he fucked her missionary style again.
They fucked and sucked for almost 3 1/2 hours, nearly non stop, with hours of moans and her chorus of "YESS" and "fuck me" over and over. Toward the end of the evening he began telling her how he was going to put his black cum inside her white slutty pussy and she got even more turned on to the dirty talk and name calling.
After a while they paused, he went to the restroom, and I slid off my clothes and got on the bed, where she began to suck my cock, her body on her knees, her ass sticking off the edge of the bed. She was in that position when he came back into the room, and without breaking a movement he stepped behind her and slid his cock inside her as she sucked me. He had done a lot of fucking and it slid out, so he began to eat her again and finger fuck her, and finally pulled away and quietly told us good night, that he was through for the evening.
I fucked her now cum filled pussy and added my cum to the load, and she pulled on a black sheer gown and we went to sleep holding each other.
Sleeping with him was out of the question as when we rented the condo we didn't know that the extra room would only have twin beds rather than at least a double.
The next morning I awoke to her standing at the door to our room for a mental image that has stuck in my mind. Here was my wife in a sheer gown, and when I sleepily asked, "Where you going?" She motioned to the other room where he was. She was going to go straight from my bed to his and fuck him this morning.
I lay there for a few minutes awaiting the sound of her getting fucked, but there was only silence. A few moments later she came back into the room. "His door was locked," was all she said as she snuggled against me. We fucked then.
A few minutes later he got up and when she told him that she had been coming in to wake him up he apologized, not realizing that he had locked his door. She simply smiled, took his hand and led him into our bedroom where they began kissing as they stood. They kissed for long minutes and she pulled down his boxers and stripped him naked, and he pulled her gown over her head and she was as naked as he was. She held his cock as they kissed and he played with her breasts.
She sucked his cock and then he turned her around and laid her back on the bed, eating her pussy for a while before moving on the bed. She lay on her side sucking his cock as he sat with his knees flat on the bed as he fingered her pussy, then scooting her around straight on the bed and began eating her pussy, rubbing his thumb over her clit as he did. Then rocking forward on his knees he barely touch her pussy with his bare cock, and then reaching down guided it inside her. They kissed again as he began to fuck her, rocking and grinding hard against her until he started moaning has he came inside her again.
He had to leave then, quickly pulled on his clothes, picked up his overnight bag and told us good bye, thanking her for the good time, leaving her with a last load of cum inside her where I added mine in just a few minutes.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Ups and Downs In Interracial
For two weeks we didn’t do anything, or even talk about it much.
We had a meeting set up with her 8th guy, Menard, for a repeat, but she had
traveled the night before the planned meeting and came home dog tired and we canceled.
So we emailed Darnell, and she was really looking forward to fucking him, and after a few weeks advance notice on the day before I emailed to confirm a time, and he emailed back that he had to see his accountant, with his travel schedule this was not the time, and perhaps we should reschedule. We checked with the hotel and it was a non-cancelable reservation. (But they did). In the meantime I emailed him and said to not bother, that we were not going to stay in town.
In a later email I suggested that we try to get together in a small town with a
new hotel about an hour’s drive for each of us...and he has not even responded. Anna was afraid I had pissed him off (she loves the way he fucks and that he is uncircumcised) and so she wrote contacted him directly, basically saying she didn’t want to offend him and certainly wanted to get together with him again. He wrote back saying he agreed that the fucking was to good to drop, so another get-together is planned in the future at some undetermined date. The significant thing is that she didn’t want to give him up.
She got down, considers every postponement a roller coaster emotional ride, and she said, “If one other person turns me down I’m quitting this.” I tried to soothe her but nothing worked. I confirmed with our guy at the beach, Devin, and told him that if he got tested she would too and there would be no need for condoms. She had told me in the middle of sex, “That way if I want to go to him in the middle of the night I won’t have to fumble with condoms.” He was going to spend the night in the extra bedroom of the condo.
He was all for that. I emailed him a few days later that she had gone for her
test, and he emailed back, “kool”.
So that was the next Thursday. And a few nights before she came into the room
and told me, Why don’t you email Menard and see if he wants to meet us on Sunday.” I did. And when I told her she just got this far away look in her eye and
said, “It’s been so long.”
I noted the difference this time because she knew we had something set up four
days later. So she was going to get fucked by two different lovers within a five day period. This is uncommon for her.
So we met Menard on Sunday, and he came straight to our hotel room, we talked briefly with him sitting beside her on the sofa, I went to the restroom, came out and they were making out, and broke when i came back. After a while I repeated, and this time they stripped down, and he sucked her nipples, kissed her neck, and she was grunting and moaning in obvious passion and pleasure—stimulated by her time since it had happened. They moved to the bed, he ate her pussy until she orgasmed, and as they shifted she looked over at me—obviously wanting me to hand her a condom, which I did.
He stood up, she got on her knees in front of him and put the condom on him and then sucked him with the condom on before she leaned back on the bed with her legs spread, parting the lips of her pussy with one hand while he crawled on the bed, licking her soaked and glistening pussy before moving between her legs and sliding his cock into her in one thrust. It was nothing exotic, just straight hard pounding fucking, and considering the time since she had done it it was what she wanted and it showed in her moans and her arching her pelvis against him and grinding herself against his cock. With that intensity it couldn’t last long and it didn’t.
After she came again he rolled off her and she moved on top of him, spending a
lot of time with his cock grasped in her hand and rubbing it in and out of her pussy, over her clit, before finally lowering her body onto him and rocking back and forth. This time when she moved off him there was no rubber on his cock. she was starting to put him back inside her and I pointed out the condom was lost—so she stopped, I handed her another rubber, and they finished fucking, cludding for a while before someone mentioned dinner.
We went to dinner at the restaurant beside the hotel, and he sat opposite me in
the booth beside her, and as I watched he held her hand and rubbed the inside of her thigh as we ate, (she was wearing jeans so this wasn’t like an erotic story you’d
read online), but just the same it was obvious to anyone there who she was with.
We went back to the room and it was almost a carbon copy of the earlier fuck,
making out on the couch first, stripping each other, him sucking on her breasts and playing with them a long time (he obviously likes them as much as I do!) And then when he fucked her for a while he pulled out and began hitting her clit with his cock, and she went wild, she loves that, and she got loud and eager then, bucking and writhing beneath him until she stood it as long as she could and reached down and guided him inside her.
With that kind of forward move Menard started pounding her hard again, she was almost ready to come when he was dick-slapping her clit, and she came, but he didn’t slow down, just kept fucking her until she came again, and then he reached his climax.
They lay there and she moved into a 69, and sucked him and he began moaning this time, sucking his cock until he came in her mouth and holding her mouth on his cock until she had swallowed every bit of his come.
Cuddling followed, and she stroked him hard again and he fucked her a third final time in missionary position.
The beach and her next lover were only 4 days away.
We had a meeting set up with her 8th guy, Menard, for a repeat, but she had
traveled the night before the planned meeting and came home dog tired and we canceled.
So we emailed Darnell, and she was really looking forward to fucking him, and after a few weeks advance notice on the day before I emailed to confirm a time, and he emailed back that he had to see his accountant, with his travel schedule this was not the time, and perhaps we should reschedule. We checked with the hotel and it was a non-cancelable reservation. (But they did). In the meantime I emailed him and said to not bother, that we were not going to stay in town.
In a later email I suggested that we try to get together in a small town with a
new hotel about an hour’s drive for each of us...and he has not even responded. Anna was afraid I had pissed him off (she loves the way he fucks and that he is uncircumcised) and so she wrote contacted him directly, basically saying she didn’t want to offend him and certainly wanted to get together with him again. He wrote back saying he agreed that the fucking was to good to drop, so another get-together is planned in the future at some undetermined date. The significant thing is that she didn’t want to give him up.
She got down, considers every postponement a roller coaster emotional ride, and she said, “If one other person turns me down I’m quitting this.” I tried to soothe her but nothing worked. I confirmed with our guy at the beach, Devin, and told him that if he got tested she would too and there would be no need for condoms. She had told me in the middle of sex, “That way if I want to go to him in the middle of the night I won’t have to fumble with condoms.” He was going to spend the night in the extra bedroom of the condo.
He was all for that. I emailed him a few days later that she had gone for her
test, and he emailed back, “kool”.
So that was the next Thursday. And a few nights before she came into the room
and told me, Why don’t you email Menard and see if he wants to meet us on Sunday.” I did. And when I told her she just got this far away look in her eye and
said, “It’s been so long.”
I noted the difference this time because she knew we had something set up four
days later. So she was going to get fucked by two different lovers within a five day period. This is uncommon for her.
So we met Menard on Sunday, and he came straight to our hotel room, we talked briefly with him sitting beside her on the sofa, I went to the restroom, came out and they were making out, and broke when i came back. After a while I repeated, and this time they stripped down, and he sucked her nipples, kissed her neck, and she was grunting and moaning in obvious passion and pleasure—stimulated by her time since it had happened. They moved to the bed, he ate her pussy until she orgasmed, and as they shifted she looked over at me—obviously wanting me to hand her a condom, which I did.
He stood up, she got on her knees in front of him and put the condom on him and then sucked him with the condom on before she leaned back on the bed with her legs spread, parting the lips of her pussy with one hand while he crawled on the bed, licking her soaked and glistening pussy before moving between her legs and sliding his cock into her in one thrust. It was nothing exotic, just straight hard pounding fucking, and considering the time since she had done it it was what she wanted and it showed in her moans and her arching her pelvis against him and grinding herself against his cock. With that intensity it couldn’t last long and it didn’t.
After she came again he rolled off her and she moved on top of him, spending a
lot of time with his cock grasped in her hand and rubbing it in and out of her pussy, over her clit, before finally lowering her body onto him and rocking back and forth. This time when she moved off him there was no rubber on his cock. she was starting to put him back inside her and I pointed out the condom was lost—so she stopped, I handed her another rubber, and they finished fucking, cludding for a while before someone mentioned dinner.
We went to dinner at the restaurant beside the hotel, and he sat opposite me in
the booth beside her, and as I watched he held her hand and rubbed the inside of her thigh as we ate, (she was wearing jeans so this wasn’t like an erotic story you’d
read online), but just the same it was obvious to anyone there who she was with.
We went back to the room and it was almost a carbon copy of the earlier fuck,
making out on the couch first, stripping each other, him sucking on her breasts and playing with them a long time (he obviously likes them as much as I do!) And then when he fucked her for a while he pulled out and began hitting her clit with his cock, and she went wild, she loves that, and she got loud and eager then, bucking and writhing beneath him until she stood it as long as she could and reached down and guided him inside her.
With that kind of forward move Menard started pounding her hard again, she was almost ready to come when he was dick-slapping her clit, and she came, but he didn’t slow down, just kept fucking her until she came again, and then he reached his climax.
They lay there and she moved into a 69, and sucked him and he began moaning this time, sucking his cock until he came in her mouth and holding her mouth on his cock until she had swallowed every bit of his come.
Cuddling followed, and she stroked him hard again and he fucked her a third final time in missionary position.
The beach and her next lover were only 4 days away.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Bouncing back or not...
Time frame reference:
If you haven't figured it out by now our interracial fun is a small part of a very real life. Which means this is not something we do five nights a week. Considering that we've been posting this blog for less than a year, and in that time we've covered in chronological order over three years of hotwife fun. Which is a roundabout way of saying we will soon be narrating this blog in real time, so do not get discouraged if we go six to eight weeks or more without posting, because it simply means we have our real life get in the way of our playing.
Anna has said she would play once a week or more if she could.
Our most recent activities since March of this year has reached new levels, going outside our normal comfort zones--but you'll see that in the next few posts.
I think the one amazing thing looking back is considering what we have done since we first talked about this in hotwifing is how everything we have done has seemed so natural and evolved so smoothly, even though considering some of the things we've done lately compared with our first few times -- well if you had asked us at that time if we would ever consider some of the things we've done we'd say, "Hell no."
Such is life, I guess we all end up doing things that we never thought we would.
That doesn't mean we've not had our ups and downs with it, and with her considering and taking about quitting after the rejection.
In the few weeks that followed she was down, and stated, "You said we'd stop if I wanted, and I don't care if I ever do it with anyone new again."
So I didn't talk about it, I got the flu, she had to go out of town, and finally we were in the hot tub with drinks, on her birthday, and I told her that her present would be when we go to the beach that I had one of her former lovers and had arranged for her to go on a solo date with him, so he could show her off like she wanted, and be seen in public with a black man.
She was excited, and soaked as I touched her, and we fucked twice before going to sleep. She thanked me as she knew what a concession it was for me to no be there.
When I was online the next day I saw the guy that is going to take her out in a few weeks, told him that I had told her and she was excited about going.
Last night we went to the hot tub and while sitting there she asked me exactly what I had told him. She was concerned that I might have pressured him into taking her out. So when I related the conversation she eased off and said the way I had approached it was fine. She didn't say she didn't want to do it by the way, and she got hot and we talked about hooking up with someone this weekend, and I had arranged for her to get together with a previous lover in a couple of weeks, and she was good with that.
I told her he had bailed for this weekend, and she said we need to find someone. I suggested she go to our swinger site and look for someone.
She got up after I dozed off and was downstairs until 1:30. I knew she was surfing looking for black cock. Over breakfast she said she had emailed a few guys, and I opened up the site and read where she had written a guy and said she wanted to meet him. She's back in the black cock groove.
If you haven't figured it out by now our interracial fun is a small part of a very real life. Which means this is not something we do five nights a week. Considering that we've been posting this blog for less than a year, and in that time we've covered in chronological order over three years of hotwife fun. Which is a roundabout way of saying we will soon be narrating this blog in real time, so do not get discouraged if we go six to eight weeks or more without posting, because it simply means we have our real life get in the way of our playing.
Anna has said she would play once a week or more if she could.
Our most recent activities since March of this year has reached new levels, going outside our normal comfort zones--but you'll see that in the next few posts.
I think the one amazing thing looking back is considering what we have done since we first talked about this in hotwifing is how everything we have done has seemed so natural and evolved so smoothly, even though considering some of the things we've done lately compared with our first few times -- well if you had asked us at that time if we would ever consider some of the things we've done we'd say, "Hell no."
Such is life, I guess we all end up doing things that we never thought we would.
That doesn't mean we've not had our ups and downs with it, and with her considering and taking about quitting after the rejection.
In the few weeks that followed she was down, and stated, "You said we'd stop if I wanted, and I don't care if I ever do it with anyone new again."
So I didn't talk about it, I got the flu, she had to go out of town, and finally we were in the hot tub with drinks, on her birthday, and I told her that her present would be when we go to the beach that I had one of her former lovers and had arranged for her to go on a solo date with him, so he could show her off like she wanted, and be seen in public with a black man.
She was excited, and soaked as I touched her, and we fucked twice before going to sleep. She thanked me as she knew what a concession it was for me to no be there.
When I was online the next day I saw the guy that is going to take her out in a few weeks, told him that I had told her and she was excited about going.
Last night we went to the hot tub and while sitting there she asked me exactly what I had told him. She was concerned that I might have pressured him into taking her out. So when I related the conversation she eased off and said the way I had approached it was fine. She didn't say she didn't want to do it by the way, and she got hot and we talked about hooking up with someone this weekend, and I had arranged for her to get together with a previous lover in a couple of weeks, and she was good with that.
I told her he had bailed for this weekend, and she said we need to find someone. I suggested she go to our swinger site and look for someone.
She got up after I dozed off and was downstairs until 1:30. I knew she was surfing looking for black cock. Over breakfast she said she had emailed a few guys, and I opened up the site and read where she had written a guy and said she wanted to meet him. She's back in the black cock groove.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
The End of Sam
The End of Sam.
Sam is the guy who took her black-cherry, and as is often the case went through a period of infatuation with him. All in all we'd and he's fucked her four different times. He spent the night the first night, and was basically her first public date when we went to a strip club earlier this year. Even once we were going through his town and met him for lunch and made plans to get together in New Orleans during Mardi Gras.
We were supposed to hook up with Sam on a stated evening, and had arranged it via email and confirmed the week before. That night he dressed up in a hot cowl neck top that dipped almost to her waist, and black pants, and we went to the appointed bar to meet him. At 45 minutes after the time we were supposed to meet (and we do understand "black time") I texted him with a "??" and his response was, "At Pat O's, trying to get away".
We waited long enough for him to walk that distance to our bar, and he didn't show. We went back to the room and it wasted the rest of the night. She really loves fucking him, and was insulted and disappointed.
The next day we are in our favorite bar with friends and he comes in with a mid-thirties brunette, quite obviously the two were together, and that iced it with Deanna.
I saw her Anna's discomfort and texted him, "Just so you know, you really blew it."
He texted back, "Had unexpected woman troubles."
No need to tell him that was the wrong answer. Anna told me in that voice that told me her mind was made up--and wouldn't change, "He's history."
The following night we drank far too much, ended up in a bar with live music. I went to the restroom, and when I came back she was gone. I waited for several minutes and she came over and this much older black guy, a singer with the band, came up and sat down and talked to us for a minute, shaking my hand.
She leaned over in my ear and whispered, "I think I want to fuck him. He's already fingered me." I sat there stunned, and she did go to the restroom this time.
What had happened was she had gone to the back of a the bar and asked for a pack of sugar to get rid of her hiccups, and while there started talking to the singer, who was taken with her (naturally). And since he was dark black that didn't hold her back either.
In the course of her conversation he asked, "Can I touch you?"
She said yes and he slid his hand up her leg, she parted her legs and she had taken off her panty hose earlier in the evening and wasn't wearing panties, so when he hit her bare pussy he put a finger right inside her.
She didn't say how long he did that, but it was in open view of anyone sitting on that side of the bar. She reached over and grabbed his dick and it was rock hard and big.
He went back to the bar, and after she told me that I went to him, told him how we played it, with me there watching, how I was kool with it, and I was an observer not a director, and that I would photo and film.
"Give me five minutes," he said.
Deanna came back to my table, I told her what he said, and we watched him stand up and walk straight out the door, not to return.
All in all it was not a good trip.
Sam is the guy who took her black-cherry, and as is often the case went through a period of infatuation with him. All in all we'd and he's fucked her four different times. He spent the night the first night, and was basically her first public date when we went to a strip club earlier this year. Even once we were going through his town and met him for lunch and made plans to get together in New Orleans during Mardi Gras.
We were supposed to hook up with Sam on a stated evening, and had arranged it via email and confirmed the week before. That night he dressed up in a hot cowl neck top that dipped almost to her waist, and black pants, and we went to the appointed bar to meet him. At 45 minutes after the time we were supposed to meet (and we do understand "black time") I texted him with a "??" and his response was, "At Pat O's, trying to get away".
We waited long enough for him to walk that distance to our bar, and he didn't show. We went back to the room and it wasted the rest of the night. She really loves fucking him, and was insulted and disappointed.
The next day we are in our favorite bar with friends and he comes in with a mid-thirties brunette, quite obviously the two were together, and that iced it with Deanna.
I saw her Anna's discomfort and texted him, "Just so you know, you really blew it."
He texted back, "Had unexpected woman troubles."
No need to tell him that was the wrong answer. Anna told me in that voice that told me her mind was made up--and wouldn't change, "He's history."
The following night we drank far too much, ended up in a bar with live music. I went to the restroom, and when I came back she was gone. I waited for several minutes and she came over and this much older black guy, a singer with the band, came up and sat down and talked to us for a minute, shaking my hand.
She leaned over in my ear and whispered, "I think I want to fuck him. He's already fingered me." I sat there stunned, and she did go to the restroom this time.
What had happened was she had gone to the back of a the bar and asked for a pack of sugar to get rid of her hiccups, and while there started talking to the singer, who was taken with her (naturally). And since he was dark black that didn't hold her back either.
In the course of her conversation he asked, "Can I touch you?"
She said yes and he slid his hand up her leg, she parted her legs and she had taken off her panty hose earlier in the evening and wasn't wearing panties, so when he hit her bare pussy he put a finger right inside her.
She didn't say how long he did that, but it was in open view of anyone sitting on that side of the bar. She reached over and grabbed his dick and it was rock hard and big.
He went back to the bar, and after she told me that I went to him, told him how we played it, with me there watching, how I was kool with it, and I was an observer not a director, and that I would photo and film.
"Give me five minutes," he said.
Deanna came back to my table, I told her what he said, and we watched him stand up and walk straight out the door, not to return.
All in all it was not a good trip.
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