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Well This Is Exciting
- Thread starterLexi
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Wow, Lexi, so very sexy and you are a wonderful writer. I was almost living your ecstasy along with you when you described being with Randall and how hubby reacted. I'm very happy for you that you have had the opportunity to experience a black lover - I'm envious as that's something I'd like at some time, too. Please keep writing about your fun. Too bad you're not closer to Chicago - it would be fun to grab a drink or a coffee with you as you seem like someone I'd get along well with (in so many ways...).
Steph
Steph
Lexi; I am convinced that you and my first wife came from the same location in the universe. Whenever she would enjoy a man and I wasn't there she would manipulate me with her hands and her words as she would tell me about her experience as you are doing with your husband. I am totally enjoying reading about your adventure and your thoughts about what is happening to you. GTR
So back to my story and my big weekend.
When last we met, I had been with Randall for the first time...I had told my husband about it...he got extremely excited and in the midst of his euphoria, promised to let me stay the night with Randall.
It was now Tuesday...I spoke to Randall on the phone to let him know that this coming weekend would work for me if he still wanted to get together. He responded, "Of course I want to see you. Will you be able to spend the night?" I told him, "Yes. I spoke to my husband about it and he's okay with it." He asked, "He's just okay with it?" "Does he like the idea of you being with me?" I knew where he was going with his line of questioning and I didn't want to give him too much information about my marriage...so I said, sternly "That's all I'm going to say Randall. He said I could stay with you for one night." God it sounded like I was in elementary school telling a girlfriend I could spend the night. Ha. Anyway...understanding my boundaries, Randall dropped the issue.
Tuesday night and Wednesday night were sort of awkward at the house. My husband didn't want to really talk about this new situation unless we were being intimate. In every other, normal situation, things were fine...we laughed and played and talked about our days...ate dinner, etc. I would ask if he was okay...he would surely know what I was referring to and say "yes" and then leave the room or break eye contact or turn the TV up...it was frustrating to say the least. I knew it was awkward for him...but it was for me too and we needed to have an open dialogue about this...I had no one to speak to about this...I could ask my friends what they thought or I'd hear what they thought about things I didn't want their opinion on...like sleeping with another man! Neither was i will ing to talk to Randall about this as I had tried to establish a boundary where he woudn't be able to interfere with my marriage...at least in terms of advice regarding the handling of my husband. So I was on my own and was planning to leave it alone until after my date and I had come home.
But then after dinner on Thursday, my husband asked me, "So are you still planning on going out tomorrow night?" FINALLY! "Yes, is that okay? I've been trying to talk about this all week." He said, "I know. I'm sorry...I just didn't feel comfortable talking about it." "And you do now," I asked. "Yes...I've been wanting to and it's already Thursday and you'll probably be gone by the time I get home from work tomorrow." He was right. The plan was for me to be at Randall's by 5:30. He said he was going to take me out to dinner somewhere no one would know us...so we'd have to leave a little early.
"So are you okay with it still?" "Yes," he answered, "I am." "Do you want to talk what I'm going to be doing?" "I know what you'll me doing," he said sort of sheepishly. "Not that. That's a given" I said...still a little frustrated. "I meant, do you want to know where I'm going and when I'll be back...that stuff?" He nodded...so I told him...and then he just got up and went into the TV room...I didn't push it anymore...he said he was okay with it...but somehow I knew he'd want to talk a lot more on Saturday....at least he'd want me to talk a lot more. Ha
So Thursday had come and gone...I wished we had talked more specifically...but I was satisfied that we had at least mentioned Friday...I went to sleep...or at least tried to. I had been thinking about this all week...fantasizing...reliving what we had already done...thinking how this next time could be even better. I couldn't keep my hands off of myself! In the shower...at night in the bed...in the morning when I woke up...all I could think about was Randall and what we'd be doing...what he'd do to me...what I wanted to do to him...and here it was...Friday morning...god i was in a perpetual state of horniness! ha. Randall called and said to pack an extra pair of clothes in case we decide to go out and do something different after dinner. He also asked me to pack a swim suit...preferably a bikini...ha...i thought that was weird and he wouldn't tell me anything else...so i did as he asked. I showered...shaved as Randall seemed to enjoy my pussy being bare...and so did I! I couldn't wait to see him sliding in and out of me...being completely bare made it so much better to watch. So I shaved...put my hair up and proceeded to pick out my clothes. If you've read my previous posts, you'll remember that this is not easy for me...trying on and getting frustrated...trying on and getting frustrated...trying on and getting frustrated...until I find something that will work. I'm not too particular about what I wear normally....but I wanted to be able to feel his hand on my leg...and I wanted to look extra pretty for him...so after many failed attempts I finally found the "one"...packed my other clothes...did my hair and makeup...which again is not all that big of an ordeal for me normally...I don't wear much makeup and my hair is straight and I don't normally do much styling with it...so I was ready...I was so excited I could barely contain myself...so again...I went to his place early. what a loser right?
I got there about 5...a little before actually. Walked up to his house...rang the door bell...Randall answered, smiled and said, "Somehow I knew you'd be early." Sadly, he was already dressed. Lol. He hugged me...tight...god I didn't want to let go of me...it was so nice feeling his big arms around me....snuggled up into his very manly chest...he smelled so good...all I could think about was ripping his clothes off...ha. With my arms around him, I looked up and just smiled and asked if he had missed me. He said, "Of course. I haven't been able to get my mind around anything else all week." I smiled a huge smile and said "Good. I thought about you a time or two as well." He leaned down and kissed me...not crazy with passion...but light and soft...just barely licking my lips with his tongue...he asked if I was ready to go...I said yes...and he said "good, because we have a bit of a drive." That he wasn't telling me where we were going was so exciting...like this was a real date. And it was...a real date that I knew exactly how it would end...and the ending was going to be so good. I asked him where we were going and he just said it was a surprise. But the surprise was short lived...I had talked to him about my favorite restaurant in the whole world...Tupelo Honey in Asheville, NC. It is sooooooooo good. As we got about half way there...its a two hour drive or so....I knew where we were heading...and i knew we would probably be staying the night in Asheville...god it made it all so much more exciting. I thought about telling my husband, but I thought he might be upset that we were going to "our" place...so I didn't. The whole drive there he had his hand on my thigh...or in my hand...and I was running my hand up and down his forearm...it was so erotic...we talked about normal things...he told me about where he grew up...where he went to school...that he had never married...but was close a time or two...he told me about his football exploits that may or may not be completely true...lol. I talked about where I grew up...what I studied...my family...but I never spoke about my marriage...that was a line I promised myself I wouldn't cross.
Once we got to Asheville and made our way downtown I knew it would be hard to find a place to park...its impossible...they really should have better parking down there since the downtown is always so packed...but we finally found a place about a block and half a way. He parked and told me not to let myself out....that he would do it because he wanted to see my legs...lol. I waited...he opened my door...as I turned, I didn't fix my dress...as a proper lady would do...ha...I took his hand, he helped me out...he leaned down and gave me a little kiss and we walked hand in hand to Tupelo Honey...I've only been to my favorite place twice...and that was in the same weekend...my husband and I went there for our Anniversary a couple of years back...but it was sooooooo good and we both loved it.
I don't think Randall understood how popular this restaurant was...because when we went in the hostess told us that it would be an hour wait. So we went to the tiny bar...fortunately there were two seats at the very end of the bar...if you've been there then you will know just how small this bar is...we were cramped up in a corner sitting on two bar stools...which worked out to be more than fine. We got our drinks...and talked and laughed...had another one...talked and laughed some more...I was seated facing him with my legs sort of in between his giant man legs...as we both were starting to feel pretty good...Randall started being a little more forward. My feet were sitting up on his foot rest...so he could easily feel my legs...and he did. He started stroking the outside of my leg that was next to the bar...I'm sure people could have seen if they wanted to...but this was at least trying to be discrete. He didn't go any higher than my lower thigh....but up and down from my calf to my thigh...it was so erotic...and I think he knew it was turning me on...my chest always gets very red when I'm getting turned on...and he knew it by now...he asked me if I was excited...I said, "More than you can know." He smiled, "Oh I think I know." He leaned in real close...I guess so no one would hear...and asked"Are you wet for me, Lexi?" I breathed out "Yes." He said, "I can't wait to get in between these legs, Lexi." (I abosolutely love how he always says my name when he's talking all sexy like.) I couldn't do anything but just stare at him...half smile...half god you're going to make me cum...lol..."We rushed too much last time, Lexi. I'm going to take my time tonight, Lexi. And you're going to be in heaven." "God, Randall lets just go...let's go to the hotel." He just smiled..."No...we need to eat first...besides this is your favorite restaurant." I sadly conceded...eventually we got our table...had our wonderful food...if you go there get the fried chicken with milk gravy and the cracklins...you've never had fried chicken like this in your whole life...ha...anyway....we ate our food...walked slowly back to the car like we were high school sweethearts...not hand in hand this time...i was almost buried into his side with his arm around me...it was so nice. We got into the car...but instead of driving to a hotel...he drove about ten miles out of town to a little row of cabins...we had our own cabin! I guess he figured that I'd be too loud to be in a hotel lol. Ours was the very last one...it had a hot tub outside on the back porch with a screen that pulled all the way down for privacy...a little kitchen...sitting area...fireplace...bathroom with a very nice shower...and most importantly...a bed. He went out and got our bags...brought them in...set them down...and just stared at me...he said, "Let's get in the hot tub."
My night was about to start...
When last we met, I had been with Randall for the first time...I had told my husband about it...he got extremely excited and in the midst of his euphoria, promised to let me stay the night with Randall.
It was now Tuesday...I spoke to Randall on the phone to let him know that this coming weekend would work for me if he still wanted to get together. He responded, "Of course I want to see you. Will you be able to spend the night?" I told him, "Yes. I spoke to my husband about it and he's okay with it." He asked, "He's just okay with it?" "Does he like the idea of you being with me?" I knew where he was going with his line of questioning and I didn't want to give him too much information about my marriage...so I said, sternly "That's all I'm going to say Randall. He said I could stay with you for one night." God it sounded like I was in elementary school telling a girlfriend I could spend the night. Ha. Anyway...understanding my boundaries, Randall dropped the issue.
Tuesday night and Wednesday night were sort of awkward at the house. My husband didn't want to really talk about this new situation unless we were being intimate. In every other, normal situation, things were fine...we laughed and played and talked about our days...ate dinner, etc. I would ask if he was okay...he would surely know what I was referring to and say "yes" and then leave the room or break eye contact or turn the TV up...it was frustrating to say the least. I knew it was awkward for him...but it was for me too and we needed to have an open dialogue about this...I had no one to speak to about this...I could ask my friends what they thought or I'd hear what they thought about things I didn't want their opinion on...like sleeping with another man! Neither was i will ing to talk to Randall about this as I had tried to establish a boundary where he woudn't be able to interfere with my marriage...at least in terms of advice regarding the handling of my husband. So I was on my own and was planning to leave it alone until after my date and I had come home.
But then after dinner on Thursday, my husband asked me, "So are you still planning on going out tomorrow night?" FINALLY! "Yes, is that okay? I've been trying to talk about this all week." He said, "I know. I'm sorry...I just didn't feel comfortable talking about it." "And you do now," I asked. "Yes...I've been wanting to and it's already Thursday and you'll probably be gone by the time I get home from work tomorrow." He was right. The plan was for me to be at Randall's by 5:30. He said he was going to take me out to dinner somewhere no one would know us...so we'd have to leave a little early.
"So are you okay with it still?" "Yes," he answered, "I am." "Do you want to talk what I'm going to be doing?" "I know what you'll me doing," he said sort of sheepishly. "Not that. That's a given" I said...still a little frustrated. "I meant, do you want to know where I'm going and when I'll be back...that stuff?" He nodded...so I told him...and then he just got up and went into the TV room...I didn't push it anymore...he said he was okay with it...but somehow I knew he'd want to talk a lot more on Saturday....at least he'd want me to talk a lot more. Ha
So Thursday had come and gone...I wished we had talked more specifically...but I was satisfied that we had at least mentioned Friday...I went to sleep...or at least tried to. I had been thinking about this all week...fantasizing...reliving what we had already done...thinking how this next time could be even better. I couldn't keep my hands off of myself! In the shower...at night in the bed...in the morning when I woke up...all I could think about was Randall and what we'd be doing...what he'd do to me...what I wanted to do to him...and here it was...Friday morning...god i was in a perpetual state of horniness! ha. Randall called and said to pack an extra pair of clothes in case we decide to go out and do something different after dinner. He also asked me to pack a swim suit...preferably a bikini...ha...i thought that was weird and he wouldn't tell me anything else...so i did as he asked. I showered...shaved as Randall seemed to enjoy my pussy being bare...and so did I! I couldn't wait to see him sliding in and out of me...being completely bare made it so much better to watch. So I shaved...put my hair up and proceeded to pick out my clothes. If you've read my previous posts, you'll remember that this is not easy for me...trying on and getting frustrated...trying on and getting frustrated...trying on and getting frustrated...until I find something that will work. I'm not too particular about what I wear normally....but I wanted to be able to feel his hand on my leg...and I wanted to look extra pretty for him...so after many failed attempts I finally found the "one"...packed my other clothes...did my hair and makeup...which again is not all that big of an ordeal for me normally...I don't wear much makeup and my hair is straight and I don't normally do much styling with it...so I was ready...I was so excited I could barely contain myself...so again...I went to his place early. what a loser right?
I got there about 5...a little before actually. Walked up to his house...rang the door bell...Randall answered, smiled and said, "Somehow I knew you'd be early." Sadly, he was already dressed. Lol. He hugged me...tight...god I didn't want to let go of me...it was so nice feeling his big arms around me....snuggled up into his very manly chest...he smelled so good...all I could think about was ripping his clothes off...ha. With my arms around him, I looked up and just smiled and asked if he had missed me. He said, "Of course. I haven't been able to get my mind around anything else all week." I smiled a huge smile and said "Good. I thought about you a time or two as well." He leaned down and kissed me...not crazy with passion...but light and soft...just barely licking my lips with his tongue...he asked if I was ready to go...I said yes...and he said "good, because we have a bit of a drive." That he wasn't telling me where we were going was so exciting...like this was a real date. And it was...a real date that I knew exactly how it would end...and the ending was going to be so good. I asked him where we were going and he just said it was a surprise. But the surprise was short lived...I had talked to him about my favorite restaurant in the whole world...Tupelo Honey in Asheville, NC. It is sooooooooo good. As we got about half way there...its a two hour drive or so....I knew where we were heading...and i knew we would probably be staying the night in Asheville...god it made it all so much more exciting. I thought about telling my husband, but I thought he might be upset that we were going to "our" place...so I didn't. The whole drive there he had his hand on my thigh...or in my hand...and I was running my hand up and down his forearm...it was so erotic...we talked about normal things...he told me about where he grew up...where he went to school...that he had never married...but was close a time or two...he told me about his football exploits that may or may not be completely true...lol. I talked about where I grew up...what I studied...my family...but I never spoke about my marriage...that was a line I promised myself I wouldn't cross.
Once we got to Asheville and made our way downtown I knew it would be hard to find a place to park...its impossible...they really should have better parking down there since the downtown is always so packed...but we finally found a place about a block and half a way. He parked and told me not to let myself out....that he would do it because he wanted to see my legs...lol. I waited...he opened my door...as I turned, I didn't fix my dress...as a proper lady would do...ha...I took his hand, he helped me out...he leaned down and gave me a little kiss and we walked hand in hand to Tupelo Honey...I've only been to my favorite place twice...and that was in the same weekend...my husband and I went there for our Anniversary a couple of years back...but it was sooooooo good and we both loved it.
I don't think Randall understood how popular this restaurant was...because when we went in the hostess told us that it would be an hour wait. So we went to the tiny bar...fortunately there were two seats at the very end of the bar...if you've been there then you will know just how small this bar is...we were cramped up in a corner sitting on two bar stools...which worked out to be more than fine. We got our drinks...and talked and laughed...had another one...talked and laughed some more...I was seated facing him with my legs sort of in between his giant man legs...as we both were starting to feel pretty good...Randall started being a little more forward. My feet were sitting up on his foot rest...so he could easily feel my legs...and he did. He started stroking the outside of my leg that was next to the bar...I'm sure people could have seen if they wanted to...but this was at least trying to be discrete. He didn't go any higher than my lower thigh....but up and down from my calf to my thigh...it was so erotic...and I think he knew it was turning me on...my chest always gets very red when I'm getting turned on...and he knew it by now...he asked me if I was excited...I said, "More than you can know." He smiled, "Oh I think I know." He leaned in real close...I guess so no one would hear...and asked"Are you wet for me, Lexi?" I breathed out "Yes." He said, "I can't wait to get in between these legs, Lexi." (I abosolutely love how he always says my name when he's talking all sexy like.) I couldn't do anything but just stare at him...half smile...half god you're going to make me cum...lol..."We rushed too much last time, Lexi. I'm going to take my time tonight, Lexi. And you're going to be in heaven." "God, Randall lets just go...let's go to the hotel." He just smiled..."No...we need to eat first...besides this is your favorite restaurant." I sadly conceded...eventually we got our table...had our wonderful food...if you go there get the fried chicken with milk gravy and the cracklins...you've never had fried chicken like this in your whole life...ha...anyway....we ate our food...walked slowly back to the car like we were high school sweethearts...not hand in hand this time...i was almost buried into his side with his arm around me...it was so nice. We got into the car...but instead of driving to a hotel...he drove about ten miles out of town to a little row of cabins...we had our own cabin! I guess he figured that I'd be too loud to be in a hotel lol. Ours was the very last one...it had a hot tub outside on the back porch with a screen that pulled all the way down for privacy...a little kitchen...sitting area...fireplace...bathroom with a very nice shower...and most importantly...a bed. He went out and got our bags...brought them in...set them down...and just stared at me...he said, "Let's get in the hot tub."
My night was about to start...
Sounds like a HOT night already Lexi ! Have you ever been so turned on in your whole life , knowing you're going to get the life fucked out of you Lexi ! Cant wait to hear how the rest of your night went as you take his big black cock for the second time Lexi ! Over and over again !
