I think I've crossed the line!
As a person who has had a relatively good life, I think of myself as above average on the number of blessings that have come to me.
The gift of gap, or being comfortable talking to any one, at any time, which I have benefited from in many ways.
I've had some really good jobs, and some stinkers too, pretty much like most folks, I would guess.
Then there were the relationships of my life!
With women, very nervous and unsure of what the heck they wanted or liked, and I get the feeling that making men nervous and unsure was all part of their master plan.
With men, there was no confusion, no politics, no uncertainty. I was there to do what I began doing in my earliest of teen years.
Over the years, a marriage to some really wonderful women would come and eventually go, a couple of times actually.
The first time began right in the middle of my military service, and I had myself quite the slutty wife, only she was normal and average to me, but an entirely different person with several men that lived in our apartment complex.
So that was a bit shocking to be blind-sided with one early morning, when I showed up at home at a very unexpected hour, and she was entertaining 3 of those men from our apartment complex, at the same time!
The Inn was FULL!
And she was loving it!
So that didn't go much further between us. I had heard that a few months after sending her packing back to Georgia, she emailed me saying that she had gotten preggers, and she was sure it was mine.
I really wasn't even a little bit buying that story, then she told me that it didn't matter because she mis-carried.
The second attempt at marriage was longer and more interesting.
Things started off right, we were having a lot of fun together, and the sex was good too, and she could be slightly naughty when encouraged by drink and smoke, then she was willing to talk about who did I think should hook up with, if I had a choice.
I told her my choice would be our mutual friend Richard, a tall, very dark skinned black man that was seeing our neighbor directly across the street, so we all would run into each other and had invited them over for BBQ and time to sit and chat on our patio, which I would cook.
She asked "Why him".
I told her that I should probably tell her the truth, and began to explain how Richard and I hit it off right away, and he laughed and felt like friends right away.
Ever since seeing my wife dance with a black man at a bar one night, I hadn't stopping thinking about her lowering herself onto his cock and grinding it hard, stretching herself out on his fat cock.
I continued to tell her that I may have shown Richard a few of our personal pics on my phone of her, and he thought you were not, and would love to have a wife like mine.
She immediately wanted to know which pics I had shown to our mutual black friend, who was just in our house 3 days ago, and she couldn't believe I was just telling her now.
Then she wanted to know when I showed them to him, and also which ones.
I took my phone out of my pocket, and began to swipe through the stuff on my phone, as she watched with the phone in my hand.
As I was scrolling through the photos, I knew I was coming to one that I really didn't want her to see. Like REALLY didn't want her to see!!
I knew about where it was and I tried to flash past it, and she didn't seem to notice, so I just kept going and found the 3 shots of her that I showed him.
1) My wife was modeling some very sexy, very see-through lingerie, and stockings. A very tasteful picture, for sure.
She wasn't terribly offended that he saw that.
2) My wife on our bed, naked, on her hands and knees, doing all that she could to show the camera her vagina and she also had an anal toy inserted inside her butt, and she was looking back at the camera, with a naughty smile.
Well, that doesn't leave much to the imagination, does it Honey? she said.
3) And the last one was of my wife using a large, very black dildo on herself, and in the pic it was fully inside her, and by the look on her face, she was in heaven.
That's when I told her that's the reason I thought he would like to see them, especially that last one, since we've talked about a lot of crazy sex stuff, and it's not like we've never had a third person in our bed, as she had an old boyfriend pop into town, and she couldn't stop talking him, and I could tell from her stories about him, that he had a really big cock, and really wasn't getting that with me equipment. My offerings are less than large, for sure.
She said that just a few days ago, Richard was standing in our back yard, and had you already shown him the pics? she asked.
"Yes" I answered.
"We are going to need to talk about this more, later" she said
She told me that she needed to focus on making sure to maximize the time she would have Roger, her ex.
So when he finally arrived, she told me that he called her and wanted to know if they could get together for a drink. I was totally fine with getting a beer or something, so off she went.
2 hours later, I hear my phone ring, and she is in a bar with her friend, and I could barely hear whatever she was trying me to hear. Something about needing food, be home later.
5 hours after that, I hear a car door slam, and I see her getting out of a Uber, so I'm wondering where her car is.
She stumbles up to the door, drunk as a skunk, make-up a big scary mess, and she says that she wants to go out for a drink.
It was almost 10pm at that point, so I said heck, why not. So I turned her around, opened her door for her, and closed it too.
I figured with as buzzed as she is, that this might be a good chance to see if the naughty side of her wanted to come out to play.
We got to one of our regular haunts, stumble in together, laughing for no reason, and they must have thought we were drunk already.
There was a bar stool open, so she slides up there, scoots back, then suddenly jumped in her seat.
"What's the matter" I said.
"I'm not wearing any panties under this skirt, and I'm sure that I'll be flashing everyone if I'm not careful" she said.
I told her that I am pretty sure that when she left to get a drink with her old boyfriend, that she was wearing panties then.
"Well, that's true. And I was meaning to talk to you about that" she said.
I said you can tell me all about it when we get home, but for now, I told her that she was the one who wanted to go out, so deal with it.
"I guess I will try hard not to flash anyone, but I'm not making any promises" she said.
After a couple of minutes, dancing music started up again, and she knows that I don't dance, so she would go out on the floor and would find someone to dance with.
And it wasn't long before some dude was grinding up against my drunk wife, but I didn't care, since I'm not going to stop him if she's not objecting, and she let his hands wander around. She would sneak glances back over at me from time to time, just to tease me.
Once several guys were done touching my wife on the dance floor, it was getting late, and closing time wasn't far off, so I gathered her up, and we headed for the car.
But once we got rolling, she began saying how worked up she was and wasn't ready to go home.
So we stopped in a little beach side community near us, and went to a wonderful walk on the beach. It was warm, she loved the wind and the sound of the waves.
When we were done with our walk, we stood back against this large sea wall, that was build high and strong, but where we were leaning, we were very secluded and most people wouldn't even know we were standing down there on the beach.
We kissed, and I didn't ask, I told her that I know she enjoys having all of those strange men putting their hands on you while you dance, and I'm fine with it if she is.
She kissed me hard, then whispered in my ear that one of those men had 2 of his fingers inside her, right there on the dance floor, and he made her cum with his touch.
I was a equally surprised and turned on, and asked her if she felt hard cocks against her when she dance with them.
She said that several pushed their hard dicks against her stomach, and one was dry humping her from behind, but she moved away from him.
That's when I went for it, and pushed her down to her knees and quickly had my cock in her mouth, as a watched out as best that I could.
OMG, it was the best head I had ever received. I don't know if it was a combination of the thrill, and ocean air, sound of the crashing waves, but I was as hard a slab of marble.
It didn't take me long to cum. Later she told me that we need to go that again, and this time I get behind her, bend her over and make her cum.
So as time and life moves on by us all, we went our separate ways.
After a period of several years, I connected with the 3rd wife, and that was a good, but bumpy, 25 years.
With the third, the straw that broke the camels back, if you will, was her borrowing my phone for something, and not thinking about it, handed it over to her.
I could see that she was getting into my camera, and photos.
I knew it was too late to try to stop her, so I just let her see what she was about to see.
There were about 10 pics that she wasn't meant to see.
The pictures were of me, taken from several different angles. I had returned to the beach and that big sea wall. Only this time, it was me on my knees, and I was giving oral service to 3 different black men. One in each hand, while to other was using my mouth however he wanted.
Unfortunately, she thought it would be best if I moved the fuck out of this house so I can have all the time I need to suck cock for strangers.
"They were total strangers, weren't they?" she asked.
I told her that 2 of them just happened to be on the beach and came over to see what the camera light was.
"So you know one of these men?" she asked.
I told her that I had known one of the 3 men fucking my face for several years.
"Exactly how long have you been sucking his black cock?" she asked.
I said that I was just going to be totally honest with her now, and that I had met him at the gym several years ago. I explained that he walked into the shower area that I was showering in, and I got caught staring at his huge cock, and I had tasted his cock that very day, and many times since then.
I decided this might be the smart time to come clean, so it doesn't come up some other way, so I told her that every couple of weeks, I've been taking half days off at work, so I could "entertain" him and some of his friends.
"So let me get this straight! For several years now, you've been sucking black cock for some dude and his friends. Is that right?" she asked.
I looked at her, and said "Guilty As Charged".
I was out the door the next day, and I think I was lucky to get a day at all.
3 strikes and I'm done!
The gift of gap, or being comfortable talking to any one, at any time, which I have benefited from in many ways.
I've had some really good jobs, and some stinkers too, pretty much like most folks, I would guess.
Then there were the relationships of my life!
With women, very nervous and unsure of what the heck they wanted or liked, and I get the feeling that making men nervous and unsure was all part of their master plan.
With men, there was no confusion, no politics, no uncertainty. I was there to do what I began doing in my earliest of teen years.
Over the years, a marriage to some really wonderful women would come and eventually go, a couple of times actually.
The first time began right in the middle of my military service, and I had myself quite the slutty wife, only she was normal and average to me, but an entirely different person with several men that lived in our apartment complex.
So that was a bit shocking to be blind-sided with one early morning, when I showed up at home at a very unexpected hour, and she was entertaining 3 of those men from our apartment complex, at the same time!
The Inn was FULL!
And she was loving it!
So that didn't go much further between us. I had heard that a few months after sending her packing back to Georgia, she emailed me saying that she had gotten preggers, and she was sure it was mine.
I really wasn't even a little bit buying that story, then she told me that it didn't matter because she mis-carried.
The second attempt at marriage was longer and more interesting.
Things started off right, we were having a lot of fun together, and the sex was good too, and she could be slightly naughty when encouraged by drink and smoke, then she was willing to talk about who did I think should hook up with, if I had a choice.
I told her my choice would be our mutual friend Richard, a tall, very dark skinned black man that was seeing our neighbor directly across the street, so we all would run into each other and had invited them over for BBQ and time to sit and chat on our patio, which I would cook.
She asked "Why him".
I told her that I should probably tell her the truth, and began to explain how Richard and I hit it off right away, and he laughed and felt like friends right away.
Ever since seeing my wife dance with a black man at a bar one night, I hadn't stopping thinking about her lowering herself onto his cock and grinding it hard, stretching herself out on his fat cock.
I continued to tell her that I may have shown Richard a few of our personal pics on my phone of her, and he thought you were not, and would love to have a wife like mine.
She immediately wanted to know which pics I had shown to our mutual black friend, who was just in our house 3 days ago, and she couldn't believe I was just telling her now.
Then she wanted to know when I showed them to him, and also which ones.
I took my phone out of my pocket, and began to swipe through the stuff on my phone, as she watched with the phone in my hand.
As I was scrolling through the photos, I knew I was coming to one that I really didn't want her to see. Like REALLY didn't want her to see!!
I knew about where it was and I tried to flash past it, and she didn't seem to notice, so I just kept going and found the 3 shots of her that I showed him.
1) My wife was modeling some very sexy, very see-through lingerie, and stockings. A very tasteful picture, for sure.
She wasn't terribly offended that he saw that.
2) My wife on our bed, naked, on her hands and knees, doing all that she could to show the camera her vagina and she also had an anal toy inserted inside her butt, and she was looking back at the camera, with a naughty smile.
Well, that doesn't leave much to the imagination, does it Honey? she said.
3) And the last one was of my wife using a large, very black dildo on herself, and in the pic it was fully inside her, and by the look on her face, she was in heaven.
That's when I told her that's the reason I thought he would like to see them, especially that last one, since we've talked about a lot of crazy sex stuff, and it's not like we've never had a third person in our bed, as she had an old boyfriend pop into town, and she couldn't stop talking him, and I could tell from her stories about him, that he had a really big cock, and really wasn't getting that with me equipment. My offerings are less than large, for sure.
She said that just a few days ago, Richard was standing in our back yard, and had you already shown him the pics? she asked.
"Yes" I answered.
"We are going to need to talk about this more, later" she said
She told me that she needed to focus on making sure to maximize the time she would have Roger, her ex.
So when he finally arrived, she told me that he called her and wanted to know if they could get together for a drink. I was totally fine with getting a beer or something, so off she went.
2 hours later, I hear my phone ring, and she is in a bar with her friend, and I could barely hear whatever she was trying me to hear. Something about needing food, be home later.
5 hours after that, I hear a car door slam, and I see her getting out of a Uber, so I'm wondering where her car is.
She stumbles up to the door, drunk as a skunk, make-up a big scary mess, and she says that she wants to go out for a drink.
It was almost 10pm at that point, so I said heck, why not. So I turned her around, opened her door for her, and closed it too.
I figured with as buzzed as she is, that this might be a good chance to see if the naughty side of her wanted to come out to play.
We got to one of our regular haunts, stumble in together, laughing for no reason, and they must have thought we were drunk already.
There was a bar stool open, so she slides up there, scoots back, then suddenly jumped in her seat.
"What's the matter" I said.
"I'm not wearing any panties under this skirt, and I'm sure that I'll be flashing everyone if I'm not careful" she said.
I told her that I am pretty sure that when she left to get a drink with her old boyfriend, that she was wearing panties then.
"Well, that's true. And I was meaning to talk to you about that" she said.
I said you can tell me all about it when we get home, but for now, I told her that she was the one who wanted to go out, so deal with it.
"I guess I will try hard not to flash anyone, but I'm not making any promises" she said.
After a couple of minutes, dancing music started up again, and she knows that I don't dance, so she would go out on the floor and would find someone to dance with.
And it wasn't long before some dude was grinding up against my drunk wife, but I didn't care, since I'm not going to stop him if she's not objecting, and she let his hands wander around. She would sneak glances back over at me from time to time, just to tease me.
Once several guys were done touching my wife on the dance floor, it was getting late, and closing time wasn't far off, so I gathered her up, and we headed for the car.
But once we got rolling, she began saying how worked up she was and wasn't ready to go home.
So we stopped in a little beach side community near us, and went to a wonderful walk on the beach. It was warm, she loved the wind and the sound of the waves.
When we were done with our walk, we stood back against this large sea wall, that was build high and strong, but where we were leaning, we were very secluded and most people wouldn't even know we were standing down there on the beach.
We kissed, and I didn't ask, I told her that I know she enjoys having all of those strange men putting their hands on you while you dance, and I'm fine with it if she is.
She kissed me hard, then whispered in my ear that one of those men had 2 of his fingers inside her, right there on the dance floor, and he made her cum with his touch.
I was a equally surprised and turned on, and asked her if she felt hard cocks against her when she dance with them.
She said that several pushed their hard dicks against her stomach, and one was dry humping her from behind, but she moved away from him.
That's when I went for it, and pushed her down to her knees and quickly had my cock in her mouth, as a watched out as best that I could.
OMG, it was the best head I had ever received. I don't know if it was a combination of the thrill, and ocean air, sound of the crashing waves, but I was as hard a slab of marble.
It didn't take me long to cum. Later she told me that we need to go that again, and this time I get behind her, bend her over and make her cum.
So as time and life moves on by us all, we went our separate ways.
After a period of several years, I connected with the 3rd wife, and that was a good, but bumpy, 25 years.
With the third, the straw that broke the camels back, if you will, was her borrowing my phone for something, and not thinking about it, handed it over to her.
I could see that she was getting into my camera, and photos.
I knew it was too late to try to stop her, so I just let her see what she was about to see.
There were about 10 pics that she wasn't meant to see.
The pictures were of me, taken from several different angles. I had returned to the beach and that big sea wall. Only this time, it was me on my knees, and I was giving oral service to 3 different black men. One in each hand, while to other was using my mouth however he wanted.
Unfortunately, she thought it would be best if I moved the fuck out of this house so I can have all the time I need to suck cock for strangers.
"They were total strangers, weren't they?" she asked.
I told her that 2 of them just happened to be on the beach and came over to see what the camera light was.
"So you know one of these men?" she asked.
I told her that I had known one of the 3 men fucking my face for several years.
"Exactly how long have you been sucking his black cock?" she asked.
I said that I was just going to be totally honest with her now, and that I had met him at the gym several years ago. I explained that he walked into the shower area that I was showering in, and I got caught staring at his huge cock, and I had tasted his cock that very day, and many times since then.
I decided this might be the smart time to come clean, so it doesn't come up some other way, so I told her that every couple of weeks, I've been taking half days off at work, so I could "entertain" him and some of his friends.
"So let me get this straight! For several years now, you've been sucking black cock for some dude and his friends. Is that right?" she asked.
I looked at her, and said "Guilty As Charged".
I was out the door the next day, and I think I was lucky to get a day at all.
3 strikes and I'm done!
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