Enjoying your story here . Hearing about the events from the wifes point of view , with so much detail , is absolutely amazing ! I'm getting a clear mental picture from you reliving the event for us . Can't wait to hear how you talked about it with your hubby . Great story telling ! Lovely profile pic too !
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Well This Is Exciting
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Ok...back home now guys...in real life...not the story...had a good Christmas vacay...so now back to normal and I have some time to write some more.
Sooooooooooo....
I hurried home....remember that my house is just a few streets from the "love shack"!! Ha. Anyway...I hurried home and then just sat in my car....a little worried about what I was going to say. I hadn't thought about this all night...not while I was being ravaged...not while I held Randall in my arms...not while we kissed and said goodbye...not while I ran to my car...it wasn't until I saw my house that I wondered what I was going to say...and so I sat in my driveway...just looking at my front door...looking up at our bedroom window. There weren't any lights on...anywhere. I wondered if that meant he was mad...sad...regretful? So I started to panic a little bit...but I knew we had talked about it...I thought about how we had talked about this...how he seemed to enjoy the talk...so I knew that even if he was mad we would still be ok...so I turned the car off...got out...shut the door (quietly)...walked to the front door...put the key in...turned it...opened the door...walked in...turned...quietly shut the door...turned into the house...put my keys in the purse and my purse on the hook...took my shoes off...walked up the stairs...went down the hallway...saw that our bedroom door was cracked open...slowly pushed it open...saw that my husband was on his side of the bed...turned away from the middle of the room toward the wall...walked around the bed toward my side...decided it would be best to shower...went into the bathroom...closed the door behind me...turned the light on...turned the shower on...took my clothes off...my dress...my bra...my panties...then I looked at myself in the mirror...there were some red marks on my neck...on my chest...my breasts...not hickies...but just red...I smiled remembering what it was like the last time I was naked that night...I'm got in the shower and let the water run over my head...I was getting excited again just thinking about what I had done...about what had been done to me...I ran my hand down over my pussy...it was sore...very tender...so I didn't get crazy...the soreness strangely reminded me that I still needed to talk to my husband...so I washed myself...made sure that I had cleaned myself...my pussy...my skin...my hair...I turned the shower off...stepped,out...towel dried dried my hair...my body...brushed my hair...put my long tshirt on...opened the door...turned the light out...walked to the bed...looking at my husband's back...pulled the covers back...slipped into bed and waited to see if he would say anything...watched him...for movement...listened for his breathing...nothing...just me and the moonlight and this awkward silence and cold space between us...so I turned over and eventually went to sleep...
I woke up...at 7:45 or close to it...and remembered...I had sex with another man last night...I had had the best sex I had ever had last night...with a man who did things to me that had never been done...or at least the things he did were done better than had ever been done to me....but the conversation with my husband was still on the horizon...and it needed to be done...or else it would just be painfully awkward for as long as I wait. I always have to start the difficult conversations we have...something I don't like very much...but I do it because it needs to be done. So I was going to do it again...I had slept in the same position all night...so I turned to see if my husband was still there...he was...in the same position...so I turned my body toward his...snuggled up to his back and wrapped my arm around him...and then the best thing that could have happened, happened...he grabbed my hand in His and held it...no words...not even a breath...but he held my hand...I kissed his shoulder...and said, " Are you ok?" He said, "I think so. Are you?" I smiled a little bit...pushed up onto my elbow...kissed his shoulder again and said "Yes. I am." " Do you want to talk about it?" He answered the way I knew he would...as he always does with difficult conversations...he asked "Do you want to talk about it?" I said, "Yes. But can I see your face?" He said, "I'm fine...but I'd like to stay like this for a little while longer." I said "Ok. I don't really know what to say...do you have any questions (I knew he wouldn't)? Or do you want me just to tell you what I want to tell you?" "Whatever you want to tell me is fine Lexi." He was still holding my hand...but now he was lightly carressing it with his...so,I figured he wanted details...he had gotten excited once before when I talked about meeting Randall...so I thought that this was what he wanted...so I told him...
I told him how I had gotten there early...how nervous I was...how Randall looked...what his place looked like...the layout...the couch...how I had a glas of wine...that we ate dinner...that we cleaned up together...I was getting pretty horny telling this story to my husband...so I started inning my left leg up and down his...pushing myself further into him...he seemed to be enjoying my words...and my touches...I was smiling big now...I leaned down and kissed his neck...and then his ear...and I whispered to him "Do you want to turn around yet...and face me?" He didn't say anything...but slowly turned onto his back...I rubbed his face and kissed him...and ran my tongue over his lips...which he loves sooooo much...and then softly and tenderly into his mouth...I pulled back and looked down at him and slowly ran my hand down his chest...he was breathing a bit heavier...so I went a bit further...I ran my hand over his crotch and found out how much he was liking this...he was hard as a rock...so,I smiled and asked "Do you want to hear more?" He just nodded and said "Sure..." so I told him then how Randall had come up behind me...wrapped his arms around me and started to kiss me...I told him how much this had turned me on...how I could feel how big he felt in my back...how he had felt my legs and started to feel my pussy...I kept rubbing y husband's cock while I talked...and reached inside his underwear and started stroking his cock...it felt different now...not undesirable...just different...so,I kept going..."I was sooo wet, baby...soooo wet." Stroking him and smiling...I leaned down and kissed him...I told him how Randall took me to the couch...how I kissed him...how he pulled my dress off...and laid me down...and kissed my breasts...and how he licked my pussy...my husband was getting close...so,I slowed down...released and started to rub his balls very lightly...I smiled...kissed him...and then told him how Randall,wouldn't let me cum...that my first time would be on his cock...I told him how he stood up and how I undressed him...how nervous I was...I started stroking y husband's cock again...he was so ready to,cum...so I released again and ran my hand up to his chest...I didn't want to stop...I knew I was getting so wet again...then I told him how big Randall was...how he felt in my hands...how little my hands looked on his cock...I told him how I took him into my mouth...how big he felt in my mouth....I then told him how Randall knelt down and started to enter me...I told him how big Randall was...how it took my breath away...how I watched him slide in and out of me...I told him how Randall wasn't all the way in but felt so big...so thick...and then how Randall took me to his room...how I got on the bed....wanting him....all,of him...I started stroking my husband again...His precum was lubricating His cock...so I was stroking him...slowly but more formly....knowing he was going to cum soon...I told him how Randall put himself back inside me...how he started to fuck me...I stroked him a little faster...how I had never felt like that before....how I was cumming and screaming and scratching and pulling...I told him hard Randall was fucking me...in and out...so deep...so hard...my husband closed his eyes...so'i knew was going to cum soon...so,I leaned down and kissed him passionately while I stroked his cock...I could feel him tense...I wanted to,watch him...his face...so I pulled back and watched him...smiling...I told him to cum....and before I could get the words out...he did...a lot...all,over my hand...his stomach....but not near as much as Randall did...
I smiled at him...he smiled a little bit...said he as going to,clean up...went to the bathroom...
Now I knew we would be ok.
(I didn't tell him that Randall came inside me...I didn't even tell him we didn't use a condom...I thought that could wait...)
That's the story of my first time with another man...another lover...a better lover. But it's not the whole story. I would love to write more if anyone would like to hear it...so let me know!
Sooooooooooo....
I hurried home....remember that my house is just a few streets from the "love shack"!! Ha. Anyway...I hurried home and then just sat in my car....a little worried about what I was going to say. I hadn't thought about this all night...not while I was being ravaged...not while I held Randall in my arms...not while we kissed and said goodbye...not while I ran to my car...it wasn't until I saw my house that I wondered what I was going to say...and so I sat in my driveway...just looking at my front door...looking up at our bedroom window. There weren't any lights on...anywhere. I wondered if that meant he was mad...sad...regretful? So I started to panic a little bit...but I knew we had talked about it...I thought about how we had talked about this...how he seemed to enjoy the talk...so I knew that even if he was mad we would still be ok...so I turned the car off...got out...shut the door (quietly)...walked to the front door...put the key in...turned it...opened the door...walked in...turned...quietly shut the door...turned into the house...put my keys in the purse and my purse on the hook...took my shoes off...walked up the stairs...went down the hallway...saw that our bedroom door was cracked open...slowly pushed it open...saw that my husband was on his side of the bed...turned away from the middle of the room toward the wall...walked around the bed toward my side...decided it would be best to shower...went into the bathroom...closed the door behind me...turned the light on...turned the shower on...took my clothes off...my dress...my bra...my panties...then I looked at myself in the mirror...there were some red marks on my neck...on my chest...my breasts...not hickies...but just red...I smiled remembering what it was like the last time I was naked that night...I'm got in the shower and let the water run over my head...I was getting excited again just thinking about what I had done...about what had been done to me...I ran my hand down over my pussy...it was sore...very tender...so I didn't get crazy...the soreness strangely reminded me that I still needed to talk to my husband...so I washed myself...made sure that I had cleaned myself...my pussy...my skin...my hair...I turned the shower off...stepped,out...towel dried dried my hair...my body...brushed my hair...put my long tshirt on...opened the door...turned the light out...walked to the bed...looking at my husband's back...pulled the covers back...slipped into bed and waited to see if he would say anything...watched him...for movement...listened for his breathing...nothing...just me and the moonlight and this awkward silence and cold space between us...so I turned over and eventually went to sleep...
I woke up...at 7:45 or close to it...and remembered...I had sex with another man last night...I had had the best sex I had ever had last night...with a man who did things to me that had never been done...or at least the things he did were done better than had ever been done to me....but the conversation with my husband was still on the horizon...and it needed to be done...or else it would just be painfully awkward for as long as I wait. I always have to start the difficult conversations we have...something I don't like very much...but I do it because it needs to be done. So I was going to do it again...I had slept in the same position all night...so I turned to see if my husband was still there...he was...in the same position...so I turned my body toward his...snuggled up to his back and wrapped my arm around him...and then the best thing that could have happened, happened...he grabbed my hand in His and held it...no words...not even a breath...but he held my hand...I kissed his shoulder...and said, " Are you ok?" He said, "I think so. Are you?" I smiled a little bit...pushed up onto my elbow...kissed his shoulder again and said "Yes. I am." " Do you want to talk about it?" He answered the way I knew he would...as he always does with difficult conversations...he asked "Do you want to talk about it?" I said, "Yes. But can I see your face?" He said, "I'm fine...but I'd like to stay like this for a little while longer." I said "Ok. I don't really know what to say...do you have any questions (I knew he wouldn't)? Or do you want me just to tell you what I want to tell you?" "Whatever you want to tell me is fine Lexi." He was still holding my hand...but now he was lightly carressing it with his...so,I figured he wanted details...he had gotten excited once before when I talked about meeting Randall...so I thought that this was what he wanted...so I told him...
I told him how I had gotten there early...how nervous I was...how Randall looked...what his place looked like...the layout...the couch...how I had a glas of wine...that we ate dinner...that we cleaned up together...I was getting pretty horny telling this story to my husband...so I started inning my left leg up and down his...pushing myself further into him...he seemed to be enjoying my words...and my touches...I was smiling big now...I leaned down and kissed his neck...and then his ear...and I whispered to him "Do you want to turn around yet...and face me?" He didn't say anything...but slowly turned onto his back...I rubbed his face and kissed him...and ran my tongue over his lips...which he loves sooooo much...and then softly and tenderly into his mouth...I pulled back and looked down at him and slowly ran my hand down his chest...he was breathing a bit heavier...so I went a bit further...I ran my hand over his crotch and found out how much he was liking this...he was hard as a rock...so,I smiled and asked "Do you want to hear more?" He just nodded and said "Sure..." so I told him then how Randall had come up behind me...wrapped his arms around me and started to kiss me...I told him how much this had turned me on...how I could feel how big he felt in my back...how he had felt my legs and started to feel my pussy...I kept rubbing y husband's cock while I talked...and reached inside his underwear and started stroking his cock...it felt different now...not undesirable...just different...so,I kept going..."I was sooo wet, baby...soooo wet." Stroking him and smiling...I leaned down and kissed him...I told him how Randall took me to the couch...how I kissed him...how he pulled my dress off...and laid me down...and kissed my breasts...and how he licked my pussy...my husband was getting close...so,I slowed down...released and started to rub his balls very lightly...I smiled...kissed him...and then told him how Randall,wouldn't let me cum...that my first time would be on his cock...I told him how he stood up and how I undressed him...how nervous I was...I started stroking y husband's cock again...he was so ready to,cum...so I released again and ran my hand up to his chest...I didn't want to stop...I knew I was getting so wet again...then I told him how big Randall was...how he felt in my hands...how little my hands looked on his cock...I told him how I took him into my mouth...how big he felt in my mouth....I then told him how Randall knelt down and started to enter me...I told him how big Randall was...how it took my breath away...how I watched him slide in and out of me...I told him how Randall wasn't all the way in but felt so big...so thick...and then how Randall took me to his room...how I got on the bed....wanting him....all,of him...I started stroking my husband again...His precum was lubricating His cock...so I was stroking him...slowly but more formly....knowing he was going to cum soon...I told him how Randall put himself back inside me...how he started to fuck me...I stroked him a little faster...how I had never felt like that before....how I was cumming and screaming and scratching and pulling...I told him hard Randall was fucking me...in and out...so deep...so hard...my husband closed his eyes...so'i knew was going to cum soon...so,I leaned down and kissed him passionately while I stroked his cock...I could feel him tense...I wanted to,watch him...his face...so I pulled back and watched him...smiling...I told him to cum....and before I could get the words out...he did...a lot...all,over my hand...his stomach....but not near as much as Randall did...
I smiled at him...he smiled a little bit...said he as going to,clean up...went to the bathroom...
Now I knew we would be ok.
(I didn't tell him that Randall came inside me...I didn't even tell him we didn't use a condom...I thought that could wait...)
That's the story of my first time with another man...another lover...a better lover. But it's not the whole story. I would love to write more if anyone would like to hear it...so let me know!
Yay!
So the most difficult thing about this whole thing is that Randall lives in our neighborhood. Good for me...but awkward for my husband. How were we going to navigate this? Randall told me that once wouldn't be enough for me and that I wouldn't be able to quit him after just one time. He said that after feeling him inside me my husband wouldn't be enough anymore. Boy was that true! So figuring out how we were going to do this without neighborhood scandal or hurt feelings was the next difficult conversation I was going to have with my husband.
I called Randall the next night...the night after he opened my eyes...the night after he showed me how sex should feel like...how a man can truly take a woman...should take a woman...just how...oops...I digress! lol this was also the same day that my husband had revealed (through his excitement and subsequent orgasm!) how much he liked the idea of his innocent looking, conservative appearing, sweet, goofy, very white wife being fucked by a very big, very black, very sexy, very manly, very close neighbor.
So anyway...I called Randall. I was beaming from head to toe, from cheek to cheek...it was like the morning after my first time...in many ways it was! I could hardly control my giddiness...I had the best sex ever (or so I thought!) and my husband was seemingly on board! So I called him...told him how much I thoroughly enjoyed our evening...with a flirty chuckle, he said he already knew that! He told me he couldn't stop thinking about it...how amazing I felt...how tight I was...how wet I had gotten...how I screamed...he said the only thing he regretted was not showering with me after...and that next time he's going to fuck me in the shower...and that our first time was nothing compared to what it will be like when I get used to his size...and that we will fuck all day! He was really turning me on and all I could think about was getting in my car and driving to his house! But I was till too sore for that...I told him that I needed to talk with my husband again...Randall asked how my husband reacted...I didn't give him any details about our morning...I wanted to keep that between my husband and I...something special between us...so I just said everything is fine and it won't be a problem to see him again...I could imagine his smiling face at that...and I'm sure he could imagine mine...
(Something along the lines of...
Ha...something cute like this)
Anyway...he asked when he would be able to see me again...I said that I hoped it would be very soon...he said, me too...I told him that I would talk to my husband and call him tomorrow...he said call me tonight...I said no...it would have to wait until tomorrow.
I was trying to create some boundaries...I knew that I needed them...but in some way, Randall was going to have to see that my husband would come first...I needed to see that too...so did my husband. I knew I would have to explain this to Randall...I hoped he would understand and still be interested. He would have to be second as far as my relationships go...even though he was definitely first as far as my pussy would go! lol (I never use this kind of language!) (feels so good and naughty!)
Anyway...we hang up and i waited for my husband to get home...when he did the same routine played out...kissed me on the cheek...went upstairs and put on his tshirt and shorts...we sat down and ate and cleaned up the dining room and kitchen...talking about nothing more substantial than his day...
And then I went upstairs to put my bedtime tshirt on...that's what I call it...it's actually my husband's tshirt...it's a Black Carolina Panthers tshirt...it's pretty big on me...and I love sleeping in it...anyway...I went upstairs...into the bathroom...put my tshirt on...was looking in the mirror while I pulled my hair back and was preparing to wash my face and brush my teeth...all of a sudden my husband appeared behind me...wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, "Is this how Randall held you?" That was very sexy...VERY SEXY! I told him "yesssss" in my breathy voice...he started to run his hands down body to my legs...(I knew he was wanting to have sex...and so did I...but I was still too sore...) so I held his hands...looked at him through the mirror...and said "I can't have sex yet, honey...not tonight...but I do want to talk about all of this with you." He was irritated...felt rebuffed and asked if I wasn't going to have sex with him again...I turned and held his fave and looked up at him...and said "I still want to have sex with you...I want to right now...so bad...but I just can't yet...Randall was so big." He just looked at me so I took him by the hand and led him to the loveseat that is in our room...he sat down...and I straddled him. (That wasn't necessarily meant to be sexy or manipulative...it's just something I always do when we're alone...I'm very affectionate and like to be close to him) imput my hand on his shoulders and said, "I talked to Randall tonight...and I want to see him again." He had his hands on my hips and said "I figured that...besides, we already discussed this as an ongoing thing." I said "I know. I just want to talk about so you and I won't get hurt. I wan to continue to meet Randall every once I a while...but I don't want us to get hurt...you're first to me...forever...(we always say forever)...but I really want to be with Randall again and I want us to figure out how since he lives in our neighborhood. If I'm always at His house...or if he is seen at our house a lot without another woman...people might start talking." (We had never mentioned anything about a potential lover coming to our house)...but somehow this was turning my husband on again...I could feel him getting hard underneath me and he started to run his hands up my back, under my shirt...under his shirt...I stopped him and said "I'm serious...we need to figure this out." Again...irritated...he said "we'll work it out...but if he comes here I don't want to be here." I said, "I figured that." (Cliffhanger: will that ever change? Hmmmmm? lol) I told him that I didn't want to go to hotels all the time...though that would be fine on occasion...I said "We'll just have to be careful and not make it a nightly thing." again somehow that turned him on...was it the phrase "nightly thing?" But he started running his hands up my back again...and this time I responded....was it the phrase "nightly thing?" lol...I don't know...but all I could think about was Randall...all I could think about was how Randall said our first time won't compare to our next time...all,I could think about was showering with him...stroking his magnificent black cock....washing him...kneeling down to take him in my mouth...so I was definitely responding to my husband...I leaned down and kissed him...whispered on his ear..."You like talking about this don't you?" "You like thinking about it don't you?" "Tell me you do." "Tell me and I'll help you." He grabbed my ass and pulled me into him...I was getting so wet...and then he just said...."Yes." I moved down his body and knelt between his legs...I pulled down his shorts and his underwear and took his cock in my hand...it felt different than before...I know I said that in the last post...but I noticed it more now...it wasn't ugly to me or unimpressive...it just felt different. I couldn't help but compare him to Randall...how easily I was able to hold my husband...how big Randall seemed now...but I still loved my husband and I still,loved his cock...somi took him in my mouth...looked up at him...smiled a little...and told him how much I loved him...how much I loved doing this for him...and that will never change...as I started in moving up and down his cock I ran my hand down to my pussy...still sore...but very wet...I wanted my husband inside me...to see if that felt different too...and I just wanted him inside me...but I didn't think I could yet...so I just lightly rubbed myself...while I sucked my husband...I would slow down...speed up...lick and swirl my tongue around the head...and then stop completely...look up at him...stroke him a little...lick and then kiss him...take him in my mouth...stop...look up at him and start over...I didn't want this to end for some reason...so I just kept going back and forth...kiss...lick...swirl...stop...stroke...kiss...lick...swirl...stop...stroke...I asked him "Are you ready to cum?"...he said "almost"...I asked "Do you need to cum?" he just nodded...he was so hard...I asked him "Do you want me to see Randall soon?"....he just looked at me...but I could tell it excited him...I asked him "Can i stay all night with Randall?" he was really tensing up...."if i promise to tell you everything?" "if I promise to tell you everything we do....everything Randall does to me?" I took him back into my mouth...and he groaned and came in my mouth...that's not something we do very often...though we have done it before...but I loved it this time...and I was glad that I did that with my husband again before I would do it with Randall.
I couldn't wait for the weekend!!
So the most difficult thing about this whole thing is that Randall lives in our neighborhood. Good for me...but awkward for my husband. How were we going to navigate this? Randall told me that once wouldn't be enough for me and that I wouldn't be able to quit him after just one time. He said that after feeling him inside me my husband wouldn't be enough anymore. Boy was that true! So figuring out how we were going to do this without neighborhood scandal or hurt feelings was the next difficult conversation I was going to have with my husband.
I called Randall the next night...the night after he opened my eyes...the night after he showed me how sex should feel like...how a man can truly take a woman...should take a woman...just how...oops...I digress! lol this was also the same day that my husband had revealed (through his excitement and subsequent orgasm!) how much he liked the idea of his innocent looking, conservative appearing, sweet, goofy, very white wife being fucked by a very big, very black, very sexy, very manly, very close neighbor.
So anyway...I called Randall. I was beaming from head to toe, from cheek to cheek...it was like the morning after my first time...in many ways it was! I could hardly control my giddiness...I had the best sex ever (or so I thought!) and my husband was seemingly on board! So I called him...told him how much I thoroughly enjoyed our evening...with a flirty chuckle, he said he already knew that! He told me he couldn't stop thinking about it...how amazing I felt...how tight I was...how wet I had gotten...how I screamed...he said the only thing he regretted was not showering with me after...and that next time he's going to fuck me in the shower...and that our first time was nothing compared to what it will be like when I get used to his size...and that we will fuck all day! He was really turning me on and all I could think about was getting in my car and driving to his house! But I was till too sore for that...I told him that I needed to talk with my husband again...Randall asked how my husband reacted...I didn't give him any details about our morning...I wanted to keep that between my husband and I...something special between us...so I just said everything is fine and it won't be a problem to see him again...I could imagine his smiling face at that...and I'm sure he could imagine mine...
(Something along the lines of...
Ha...something cute like this)
Anyway...he asked when he would be able to see me again...I said that I hoped it would be very soon...he said, me too...I told him that I would talk to my husband and call him tomorrow...he said call me tonight...I said no...it would have to wait until tomorrow.
I was trying to create some boundaries...I knew that I needed them...but in some way, Randall was going to have to see that my husband would come first...I needed to see that too...so did my husband. I knew I would have to explain this to Randall...I hoped he would understand and still be interested. He would have to be second as far as my relationships go...even though he was definitely first as far as my pussy would go! lol (I never use this kind of language!) (feels so good and naughty!)
Anyway...we hang up and i waited for my husband to get home...when he did the same routine played out...kissed me on the cheek...went upstairs and put on his tshirt and shorts...we sat down and ate and cleaned up the dining room and kitchen...talking about nothing more substantial than his day...
And then I went upstairs to put my bedtime tshirt on...that's what I call it...it's actually my husband's tshirt...it's a Black Carolina Panthers tshirt...it's pretty big on me...and I love sleeping in it...anyway...I went upstairs...into the bathroom...put my tshirt on...was looking in the mirror while I pulled my hair back and was preparing to wash my face and brush my teeth...all of a sudden my husband appeared behind me...wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, "Is this how Randall held you?" That was very sexy...VERY SEXY! I told him "yesssss" in my breathy voice...he started to run his hands down body to my legs...(I knew he was wanting to have sex...and so did I...but I was still too sore...) so I held his hands...looked at him through the mirror...and said "I can't have sex yet, honey...not tonight...but I do want to talk about all of this with you." He was irritated...felt rebuffed and asked if I wasn't going to have sex with him again...I turned and held his fave and looked up at him...and said "I still want to have sex with you...I want to right now...so bad...but I just can't yet...Randall was so big." He just looked at me so I took him by the hand and led him to the loveseat that is in our room...he sat down...and I straddled him. (That wasn't necessarily meant to be sexy or manipulative...it's just something I always do when we're alone...I'm very affectionate and like to be close to him) imput my hand on his shoulders and said, "I talked to Randall tonight...and I want to see him again." He had his hands on my hips and said "I figured that...besides, we already discussed this as an ongoing thing." I said "I know. I just want to talk about so you and I won't get hurt. I wan to continue to meet Randall every once I a while...but I don't want us to get hurt...you're first to me...forever...(we always say forever)...but I really want to be with Randall again and I want us to figure out how since he lives in our neighborhood. If I'm always at His house...or if he is seen at our house a lot without another woman...people might start talking." (We had never mentioned anything about a potential lover coming to our house)...but somehow this was turning my husband on again...I could feel him getting hard underneath me and he started to run his hands up my back, under my shirt...under his shirt...I stopped him and said "I'm serious...we need to figure this out." Again...irritated...he said "we'll work it out...but if he comes here I don't want to be here." I said, "I figured that." (Cliffhanger: will that ever change? Hmmmmm? lol) I told him that I didn't want to go to hotels all the time...though that would be fine on occasion...I said "We'll just have to be careful and not make it a nightly thing." again somehow that turned him on...was it the phrase "nightly thing?" But he started running his hands up my back again...and this time I responded....was it the phrase "nightly thing?" lol...I don't know...but all I could think about was Randall...all I could think about was how Randall said our first time won't compare to our next time...all,I could think about was showering with him...stroking his magnificent black cock....washing him...kneeling down to take him in my mouth...so I was definitely responding to my husband...I leaned down and kissed him...whispered on his ear..."You like talking about this don't you?" "You like thinking about it don't you?" "Tell me you do." "Tell me and I'll help you." He grabbed my ass and pulled me into him...I was getting so wet...and then he just said...."Yes." I moved down his body and knelt between his legs...I pulled down his shorts and his underwear and took his cock in my hand...it felt different than before...I know I said that in the last post...but I noticed it more now...it wasn't ugly to me or unimpressive...it just felt different. I couldn't help but compare him to Randall...how easily I was able to hold my husband...how big Randall seemed now...but I still loved my husband and I still,loved his cock...somi took him in my mouth...looked up at him...smiled a little...and told him how much I loved him...how much I loved doing this for him...and that will never change...as I started in moving up and down his cock I ran my hand down to my pussy...still sore...but very wet...I wanted my husband inside me...to see if that felt different too...and I just wanted him inside me...but I didn't think I could yet...so I just lightly rubbed myself...while I sucked my husband...I would slow down...speed up...lick and swirl my tongue around the head...and then stop completely...look up at him...stroke him a little...lick and then kiss him...take him in my mouth...stop...look up at him and start over...I didn't want this to end for some reason...so I just kept going back and forth...kiss...lick...swirl...stop...stroke...kiss...lick...swirl...stop...stroke...I asked him "Are you ready to cum?"...he said "almost"...I asked "Do you need to cum?" he just nodded...he was so hard...I asked him "Do you want me to see Randall soon?"....he just looked at me...but I could tell it excited him...I asked him "Can i stay all night with Randall?" he was really tensing up...."if i promise to tell you everything?" "if I promise to tell you everything we do....everything Randall does to me?" I took him back into my mouth...and he groaned and came in my mouth...that's not something we do very often...though we have done it before...but I loved it this time...and I was glad that I did that with my husband again before I would do it with Randall.
I couldn't wait for the weekend!!
You tell such a fantastic story ! You fucked your lover and seduced your husband with the details . You wonderfully naughty girl ! You're drawing us into it too , like you fucked Randall for us , recounted the details for us . Certainly turning us on too ! Please continue to satisfy our hunger for your naughty adventures . BTW , your picture shows you to be a very beautiful girl , stunning in fact . Hope to see a lot more of you as your venture into hotwifing continues to grow .
Lexi said:(Something along the lines of...
Ha...something cute like this)
Hi Ms. Lexi,
Thanks for posting your photo. I actually prefer photos showing cuckoldress married women that include their faces (as yours does), showing them as normally-dressed women as women tend to dress on a daily basis (as yours also does), to photos showing only tits or pussy's or asses but not the woman's face — all of which have a sort of sameness about them. Faces have a way of conveying personality.
Although I have not commented on your posts (as yet), I also appreciate your articulate descriptions of meeting your very-satisfying black lover, your seductions of each other, and your erotic experiences with him. You have elevated the quality of the forum.
—Custer
What I meant by "along the lines of..." was an expression that was along the lines of...2wheel said:
And yes that's me. It's me 2 years ago looking up at my husband in front of our house...but still me.
Sorry if I jumped to conclusions....thanks for clarifying your remark.
