wife with other men

[sexy_baby]

Well it looks like we have alot of motiated males here. It sure would be nice to hear more from a womans perspective be it positive or negative. It just might help us guys appreciate our wives positions, even if that position isnt on her back with her feet in the air.

My husband and I are very new to sex with other partners, one time only. But we are definately ready for more fun in that area. My husband mentioned the idea one day and we began to talk about the possibility until it just became a reality. We discussed the rules of the game for us, it has to be either another couple with us, or he will go out for some fun and I can do the same. But it has to be away from the house if it is to be a single date.
My only fear is that I will fall for the guy that im fucking, I have a very loving nature and good sex involves more than just a good fuck for me. I love the holding, touching, talking and being close.
Our one experience involved us going to another couples home, (we talked on line for a few weeks first). We visited for awhile then moved to the bedroom, they have been doing this for several years and their main rule is that all 4 of us are to be in the same bed. I found that to be restrictive, I enjoyed the fuck, but didn't feel I could express myself with my husband one body away from me. Yet, I had no jealousy about his enjoying the other woman. After i had fucked this man, he moved over to fuck his wife, my husband was playing with her tits, I had one hand on her legs gently rubbing and my other hand was on the man's ass. I would have to say, it was a very great evening.

 

[sexy_baby]

I think a lot of your wives will be having major doubts and need a lot of seduction into this lovely lifetyle.

so now you know a bit of our history, I supppose you want to know how did it, and does it, feel being passed round other men and allowed to fuck who I please when I please.

I did need it badly, I was and still am a very over sexed woman, mike has always been more than adequate in bed, but no one man could ever give me the full sexual satisfaction I need sometimes, I can fuck for many hours and still not be satisfied, I find myself craving sex and frustrated as hell when I can’t gain satisfation, call me a nympho slut if you like, but that’s just the way I am and I can’t alter it.

what you guys have to ask yourseves before you get her into this is, can you really handle it, no way back once it begins with some women, especially natural born sluts like me. you might think it fun until she starts coming home from nights out with her friends with her cunt all wet and sloppy where she’s been putting it about out of your sight. she might not want to stop once she’s started, you won’t be able to stop her if she gets bitten by the bug. we women can be very restrained and controlled, a lifetime of boring marriage is acceptable because that’s the way it’s always been, but show some of us the other possiblities and look out guys, even the most sedate and clean living woman can turn into a slut once bitten by the bug. i’ve seen it so many times, guys who i’ve played with behind their wife’s back have decided to get her into the fun only to find she wants a lot more fun than he bargained for. i’ve seen previously straight laced women and religious natured females turned into sex crazed sluts by unthinking husbands. I was lucky, mine wanted a sex crazed slut wife, and he’s got one, lol!!

julie xxx[/QUOTE]
Hi Julie,
You make a very good point here, the guy thinks it will be fun to share his g/f or wife but how many times does he call a halt to the action after a few times. I have been happy with just 1 man for so long, but now that I have ventured out in the MMFF sex, Im ready to let it happen again. Looking forward to it actually.
so be careful guys, this is for real.
sexy_baby

 

[sexy_baby]

And good for you Kelly I know guys who let their wife screw around but don't want to be there, I know girls who screw around with permission and won't let the husband in on it... I couldn't go that route, I let Julie play as often as she wants without me there, but I do require my kinky fix with her and others as well.

Please talk to my hubby, I would love to have his permission to go out and find a good piece of ass to fuck, then come home and share the details with him. So far I haven't had the courage to ask.
But Im ready and willing

 

[sexy_baby]

Lovig this thread, wish I had found it sooner.

Living in Central Florida I meet many tourists from around the world. I met an English couple years ago and ended up fucking the wife while her husband watched. For the rest of their vacation I was at their place everynight and we took turns fucking her for hours on end. What an amazing experience!

Anyone planning a vacation? LOL

Yes we are planning a vacation in the early fall, watch you yahoo im for more.
sexy-baby

 

[sexy_baby]

Well I can’t speak for her but I know how I’m going to feel like and its much closer to her. Just her having the faith that nothing will change the way with feel toward each other not even this. Also understanding its because I love her that I’d like her to experience much more than just what I have to offer. I know this is sounding kind of corny, but that how I feel.

Thanks Woodchuck4u[/QUOTE]
Yes, it does bring you closer to your mate. But it does take a very secure relationship prior to the exchange, knowing that this will not change anything, just add to the love that we share.
sexy_baby

 

[Doctor Joe]

Sexy baby...thanks for being so open in this forum. It is so interesting to hear from the woman's point of view. Any other ladies out there care to chime in?

(By the way, sexy_baby, where IS that vacation going to be?...LOL)

and......why is that that so many of the sexy women that appear in this forum and in the chatrooms are from the midwest? Michigan, Ohio, and Wisconsin seem to have a disproportionate share of hot women willing to chat, cyber, phone,,,,and take part in this discussion. Thank you all ladies!

 

[livelypair]

[/QUOTE]My only fear is that I will fall for the guy that im fucking, I have a very loving nature and good sex involves more than just a good fuck for me. I love the holding, touching, talking and being close.[/QUOTE]


I can relate to this fear. It's my big fear, too.

 

[puno]

Been there, sometimes wish for a return

First off great thread.. Thanks to Conquen for starting it and Mikeman, Milkfountain and others for their contributions....

I have seen the good and the bad with the swing scene and dating separately. Me and my wife started several years ago with a couple who were good friends. It was great and I must say it was a turn on to see her with another man. We had enjoyed swapping and a couple MMF and FMF times. Sharing together was fun but the separate dating had its pitfalls.

We also decided to start dating separately after a few years of swinging, at first it went ok. However the fear that sexbaby and livelypair expressed started to happen with her. She is a loving caring woman who has to have some feelings toward someone to allow them to be with her. It was inevitable to happen and it did. She fell in love and unfortunately so did the other guy.

We were strong enough to get past that sticky point in our marriage and grow from it. We realized that sometimes people can get caught up in the emotion of sex and often mistake it for love. We have since stopped our adventures but we don't regret ever starting up in the first place.

 

[sexy_baby]

Sexy baby...thanks for being so open in this forum. It is so interesting to hear from the woman's point of view. Any other ladies out there care to chime in?

(By the way, sexy_baby, where IS that vacation going to be?...LOL)

and......why is that that so many of the sexy women that appear in this forum and in the chatrooms are from the midwest? Michigan, Ohio, and Wisconsin seem to have a disproportionate share of hot women willing to chat, cyber, phone,,,,and take part in this discussion. Thank you all ladies!

Our vacation will be in Fla. and I can't wait.......
Maye the women in the midwest are so hot, because we are so fucking cold in the winter....we spend a lot of time in the bed.

 

[MilkFountain]

Three Birds With One Stone . . .

First, thanks to all you real, intelligent people. You validate me and all the others (surely, millions) with these mixed urges and feelings. Below, I respond to the comments of three such able contributors:

to SEXY BABY: “. . . understanding its because I love her that I’d like her to experience much more than just what I have to offer.” (. . . Could not be better put--perhaps the male side's anthem to this thread).

to LIVELYPAIR: “. . . My only fear is that I will fall for the guy that I’m fucking, I have a very loving nature and good sex involves more than just a good fuck for me." (Many, if not all men feel the same, believe it or not. Yes, and in the moment of passion and the aftermath of good sex, we want to return to the person who gave us that. And, yes, that's potentially the beginning of true love)

to PUNO: “. . . people can get caught up in the emotion of sex and often mistake it for love.” (. . . My only demur--please read my comment immediately preceding this one: the emotion of sex is the foundation for love! It is not a mistake, but Nature's master tender trap.)

 

[slowpoking]

I love this thread

Add me to the list of men who fantasize about this. My wife and I had several experiences over a few year period that ended awhile back. Things have cooled off the past three years or so, but I think we could get back into it if a situation that was just right presented itself. I hope it does. We had some hot experiences. Looking forward to reading about others who have, too.

 

[CarverDA]

It's a Blast!

My wife and I have had several encounters of this type. I love the feeling and the stiffness that it creates in my cock while watching her suck another cock in front of me. I have also enjoyed listening to her telling me stories of her past conquests. Every juicy detail makes me so hard that the feeling is indescribable and then the sex with her is unbelievable. We have even tried having her tell me about a past lover or boyfriend and then having me spank her for her transgressions. This is great for the both of us. I have even posted several of our encounters on a website called fantasies.com under the name DaveyWavey. Read about them and let me know

 

[CarverDA]

I also forgot to mention that I travel alot in my job and take her with me from time to time. I have a post looking for someone adventurous in Portsmouth in June. However I am willing to talk about things at any time.

 

[KnightWing]

Our vacation will be in Fla. and I can't wait.......
Maye the women in the midwest are so hot, because we are so fucking cold in the winter....we spend a lot of time in the bed.

Good morning sexy_baby, I see you are in Michigan. I posted on the previous page. I am also in Michigan. If you care to talk more pm or e-mail me. Thanks for your time. KW

 

[sexy_baby1]

Good morning sexy_baby, I see you are in Michigan. I posted on the previous page. I am also in Michigan. If you care to talk more pm or e-mail me. Thanks for your time. KW

good morning, check your yahoo, im there.

 

[NewManInTexas]

Careful What you wish for.

seeing my wife with other men, sharing, creampies were my greatest fantasy. Unfortunately it wasn't hers and pushing it almost cost me my marriage...

 

[mikemann]

seeing my wife with other men, sharing, creampies were my greatest fantasy. Unfortunately it wasn't hers and pushing it almost cost me my marriage...

Yes friend NewManInTexas this is another pitfall of this genre and our predominetly male urge to see our partner with others... A lot of women can't understand the urge or indeed fall into it willingly... Now this isn't a criticism of the ladies, in fact it's a compliment in a way for your self control and decency... it's a gender based cultural thing with some women, they are filled with polite societies strict taboo's from a very young age, and cannot shake them off as easily as we guys seem to be able to... We are the baddies in effect, the ones with the wild sexual urges most times... To all guys out there with a reluctant wife, don't try to push it further than she's willing to go... The same of course applies to women with a reluctant husband.

This is in fact brought to you via both Julie and I, she's behind me as I sit at the PC dictating and commenting.

Mike.

 

[MilkFountain]

The Eskimos Have It Right--III

My wife Norma and I had lived quiet, ordinary lives in the stylish neighborhood of La Recoleta in Buenos Aires, Argentina, faithful to each other while raising our newborn baby girl, Fatima. Before a traffic accident took the two of them from me, my wife and I had launched ourselves into an erotic world propelled by my pride in her and by our common desire to please each other.

Norma was a devoted and sometimes professional salsa dancer, her lithe but decidedly generous body held to rubbery firmness by spirited exercise. When down, her thcik black hair fell below her waist, fanning the upper half of her bottom. Ample before our baby, her breasts swelled apace with her milk production. Eventually, they yielded more than a liter of milk each, every six to seven hours, especially after a good night’s sleep. Rich and delicious, her milk was the product of a wide variety of foods, a dancer’s appetite guided by a lifetime of conscientious good nutrition, and an absence of cigarettes and alcohol. Our daughter, Fatima, grew fat and happy, but took no more than a third of Norma’s production. Between us, we tucked away little more than half her output.

Her doctor suggested small doses of a drug to curb her production, but we decided against that. I loved the way she looked. Even before the baby, and without a brassiere, her breasts were that shape and proportion to her ribcage, that they amply filled even one of my old work shirts, which she'd sometimes borrow from me to sleep or lounge in. But after Fatima was born, her milk gave her breasts a fifteen-year-old's highness and fullness that cannot be imitated artificially. When they shifted beneath her blouse my throat went tight. As we walked together on the street, I saw other men’s heads turn. Sometimes their attention was wrenched from downcast, introspective thought; others, from a conversation. Their eyes followed her, raking her from head to toe, then riveting to her chest. Some stopped, turning to follor her with their eyes, caught in a grip of longing. At times, I saw the eyes of women follow her too--curious, speculative and possibly wistfully jealous. Norma's girlish delight in both feeding Fati and (I am sure) in how men’s eyes made her feel, decided me to support her in continuing . The doctor said that as long as she took dietary supplements and continued eating as before, she would not harm her body, even over time.

Norma saved her surplus milk in the fridge. We eagerly found uses for it in every cooking need—sauces, soufflés, cakes, hot chocolate, over cereals in the morning, and of course drunk cold. Part of our shared, secret sensual satisfaction was to serve it to select male guests in our home. In particular, we openly laughed together one evening over dinner, in our shared delight at how a new-to-the-country young embassy staffer we’d invited as a gesture of welcome, couldn’t wrench his eyes from her breasts. Whether silent or unnecessarily talkative, he constantly blushed— tongue-tied one moment, the next, his words nervously tripping over each other, nearly stuttering.

Over a simple black skirt, she wore a gauze peasant blouse which closely covered her to the neck. Pale cream color, the blouse had elastic under the bust. It was designed to hold the breasts separately, so that the natural softness of the material stretched smooth, molded by them. The rheostat for the low chandelier over the center of the dining table was turned down, so that in the soft light the shadow of her breasts moved constantly over her belly as she turned to offer potatoes in cream sauce, rose to collect plates, bent over her own plate to bring soup to her mouth, or shook with laughter at something I or the young man had said. Beneath her breasts, the pale gauze smoothly hugged her slim ribcage and slender waist, flaring on the first curve of her hips. Her dark nipples were dramatic smudges beneath the stretched pale fabric, magnets for our young friend’s eyes, and mine.

His eyes followed her with a combination of puppy love and lust. (I marveled at how a young man could go red with shyness and at the same time stare so openly.) Norma was charmed, her face constantly lit by a pleased smile. Eyes downcast as she served or I was talking, they flashed up to meet his when he spoke, never failing to elicit a blush. Inspired by my complicity, and the youngster’s enchantment, she allowed free reign to the boy’s eyes—combining girlish coquettishness with her dancer’s grace to give weight to her charms as she stooped to ladle soup, stretched to reach the salad, shook out her napkin, or walked to the kitchen. When she leaned close beside our guest to pour wine, she let a breast brush his shoulder, paused a moment, leaving it there, as I saw the shock register on his face, and then looked down sweetly into his eyes and asked if everything was all right. Once, I followed the boy’s eyes, turning in my chair to appreciate my wife’s progress as she walked away from us.

He was embassy staff, so we never went further with him, but I’m sure that she inspired more than one late-night or first-light of dawn bout of masturbation as he remembered how she moved, the weight of her breast on his shoulder as she served the wine, or later, sitting close beside him, pointing to photos in the album he held in his lap, her milk-engorged breast for several minutes resting full in the crook of his bare arm as she turned the pages for him so that he wouldn’t have to move. Each time she eagerly identified someone in a photo, she turned to look at him, her mouth only a couple of inches from his face, and I noted his nostrils flare just perceptibly as I knew her breath and perfume found him. While she told little anecdotes about our friends and family captured in the pictures, he kept his eyes on the indicated photo, his arm still, and I noticed how the slight movement of her turning to speak to him each time caused her upper body to follow, nestling her breast more securely in the cradle of his inner elbow, the full curve touching his side.

It was Norma herself who told him that the cream in his coffee that sat on the low table before them was from her breasts. He called her once, during the day, when he knew exactly where I was at the office, but Norma fobbed him off with the gentle Buenos Aires lie of inviting him again some day to visit us, and he never called again.

Fortunate beneficiary of her Spanish-Negro-German-Mapuche Indian heritage, she had light coffee-with-cream skin and thick black hair that swept her bottom when she knelt on the bed to brush it—and no hair anywhere on or under her arms and none on her legs, hardly any on her cunt. She was miraculously smooth. Until seven weeks before her 27th birthday, I had been only her third lover. Although we had experimented with an acquaintance at our club and eventually with a friend of his, serendipitously our lives changed on her 27th birthday.

We went out for dinner, then dancing, which never starts until well after midnight in Buenos Aires. Argentine women are not afraid to dress sexy, and like most young women in summer, Norma wore nothing beneath her soft and close-fitting, pale-yellow summer dress, nor stockings on her long legs, only deceptively delicate yellow dancing sandals on her feet. Her dress was short, flaring from the hips, so that it lifted as she danced, whether swiveling her hips, the cloth wrapping and unwrapping high on her legs, or in the slowest turn. Although she is 27 and top-heavy, her dancer’s compactness and surplus energy gave her the coiled look of any teenage beauty out to capture the world’s attention. Anticipating the evening, her eyes flashed. Arriving late, about two o'clock—we ordered Brazil's famous caipirosca—limes crushed with lots of sugar, vodka, and cracked ice—a variation of the classic caipirinha, made with cachaça instead of vodka.

(Here I should mention that she drinks only in the company of people who love and protect her, like me or her girlfriends, because upon having very little of an alcoholic, drink Norma is transformed from the somewhat guarded, reserved animal of Argentine society she normally is, into an easy sexual target for any interested male. There at the table, watching the dancers as we sipped our first drink, she was already swaying with the music, kissing me on the neck and washing my ear with her tongue, while drawing glances from nearby tables (she's so beautiful and young, every inch an Argentine, and although I dress stylishly, am fit and still attractive, I am, after all, obviously North American and comparatively very old—an alliance understood and reasonably well accepted in Latin America).

A black man came to our table just as I was about to take her hand and lead her to the dance floor, introduced himself as a member of an American basketball team doing an exhibition match in BA, and asked if he might dance with Norma. She was hesitant at first because he stood before us obviously much more than two meters—six and a half feet, she, one meter, 64 cms. (5' 4")—but he was friendly and gentlemanly-soft-spoken. After a bit of encouragement from both us men, Norma went, still doubtful, to dance. Recently, I found an account of that evening in one of her diaries. I'll let her tell what happened in her own words:

Excerpt from Norma's diary, translated:

I am afraid. But his laugh is warm and he holds me carefully, respectfully, like I am his aunt’s favorite teacup, so I laugh too and pull him to dance like I am the man and he a woman and he laughs softly, his eyes amused with me, and I am not so afraid. He is not familiar with our music and I think happy that I guide him. Imagine! He is so tall and I feel like enano, a midget! He is a nice dancer and soon I close my eyes and let him move me. I lay my face on his white shirt and under it feel his belly muscles stroke my cheek, or maybe with the alcohol warm in my brain it is my cheek caresses his belly! I don’t care. His belt buckle is cold and feels good where I rest my chin, and now the music goes with the sweet vodka from my belly into my legs so the hearts of the musicians are moving my hips. With the music now in me I am not afraid, no matter this giant! I think now he feels a little the rhythm and he tries to be with me, gentle moves to follow me.

When he is more confident, he twirls me, pushes me a little away to spin me and then brings me again to him, my breasts warm on his legs. Alcohol drink maybe coming up now to push milk to my nipples and it is so hot between us I could breathe nice here until I go to sleep without ever talking to anyone. My milk is coming, wetting my dress and maybe his trousers but it seems not important and I think he is happy to be with me. I feel I am in the deep shade of a forest, resting against a tree that can feel music. I lower my chin to rest again on the cold belt buckle and instead I lean on something warm and very, very soft. There in the close dark, so near my mouth and nose above his trousers, is just the helmet of his cock pushing open his shirt! I look down and it is almost touching my lips and nose. His pants are closed but the belt is loose. It is clear he is inviting me. It is dark and everyone, so many couples, are dancing as we dance so close and can see, like us, nothing but each other. I smell his man smell, his cock smell, and before I think I am kissing this little wet face that looks out from his shirt. He pulls me against him so the lips of his cock kiss mine. It is a wet kiss, sticky with the salt-sweet that I know in the most woman part of my mind is a little of his milk come into the small valley of the helmet of his cock. I kiss more, tasting with my tongue like a little kitten bringing milk quick to its mouth, and in a moment I am rubbing his velvet softness on my nose and mouth and chin and I am breathing all his aromas into me so they go everywhere! I think I am so drunk!

I really feel how excited he is, and so I know it is okay to open my mouth. I dip my face, like it is part of the dance (Cielos, lo es!--heavens, it it!), and let him push up into me. My mouth is making water like when I am hungry, so it slides like a warm tongue to fill my mouth. It is like pushing a whole, hot summer peach into my mouth, my saliva and his milk mix so there is a lot and is escaping the corners of my lips to run on my chin, my mouth so big I cannot open bigger and he is so soft I wished I was born like this, my mouth full of softness and so delicious. Just the helmet completely fills my mouth! He is so big my lips just hold in the rim of the crown of this fruit. He pushes and the softness closes my throat. Always before I wanted to vomit but for reasons I do not understand now, I want with him only to open more, to take all! My lips press into the smooth firm part below the rim of his helmet, where he is so hard I think my teeth might break if he moves wrong! I feel him grow longer. Now I do not have to bend to him, and he is holding me so tight and I am a little crazy now. He is so clean! I like his smell, and he is so hard I know he would hurt me if now he pushes this sudden into me or this comes into my belly, so rigido! It is like homemade hard candy poles they sell in the streets of the port of Tigre in summer on the peninsula! I am breathing the hot air and all the aromas rising between us and now letting him push to close my throat and then pull out until he almost leaves from between my lips and then again into me to bang sweet again against my throat, but I know he is being kind with me because when he pushes I feel he is careful. This man is good lover! I am grateful he knows he might kill me with one push like an animal, but no, just enough to close my throat, and then he pulls back so gently that the suction does not upset my stomach too much. Jejeje, I did not want to vomit on him! One of his hands is big across my back, the other is beside one breast and lifts some weight so it is higher than the other and touch my chin and I know then my milk is wetting my dress and his trousers and his hand.

Soon his legs are vibrating, and now I move my head to help him, milking him into me. I open my mouth wide so when I bow my head he comes quickly in, for his soft mushroom to meet my throat, and in that moment I push firm to him with my face and strong muscles in my neck to help him. I pull with my arms around him to let him know how sweetly welcome he is. For that moment I feel behind the softness of the mushroom how so much he wants to be into me and he knows sure I receive him so deep in me as I can.

Now he is fucking my mouth, and so I must rest my head where his belly is iron, and let his hips work however he minds. Then suddenly his legs become so still. They are stiff, now really like trees, and I cannot believe! He gets more big in my mouth, so very big so I cannot breathe. Now he pushes and pulls only a little, but very quick, only in my throat, and I want to vomit. But, okay, I want him there. I must in the moment he pulls a little away breathe with my nose and I remember to be calm so I do not want to breathe, like when I am with scuba and give my mouthpiece to another who has no air, and I cannot breathe for a while but want to! My jaw hurts he is so thick, and although I cannot breathe, it will be all right I hope for as long as he needs me. Finally I feel a pressure in my throat, like the stream of warm water the dentist shoots into your mouth, and suddenly I am not so drunk and I know in all my mind and body, in my breasts and in my legs where they are hot together like fire into where I want his babies—melting my concha so that I feel my honey drip hot on my legs—that I am drinking this man's milk! It pours into me fast. I cannot swallow, only open for him, like drinking beer very fast! I feel my breast slip in his hand and I realize it has been outside my dress there in his hand maybe since I do not know when. He is holding it up near my face, so my milk now sprays under my chin. There is too much of his milk and some goes in my nose and I must sniff to catch it before it wets my face and makes me ugly, like when I have a cold (his milk is my first from a black man, but his is so much and although it is a little salt, like any man's, this man's milk is so sweet and thick, very thick, and sticky between my lips and his cock and on the back of my tongue where he goes in and on my chin where I feel a little. I think, it must be dripping! My breasts are wet with his milk. He finishes in me so many times and he does not become soft. Until the music stops I hold this musky plant of, I think, jejeje “dark Africa”! It is so hot in my mouth. Like a stingy old lady, I swallow only very little sometimes, to make this rich aroma and thick treasure last for me, and I remember that Douglas wants proof of any adventure, so I save it. I push the air again and again through my nose, loving the aroma of this love this black giant has given me with all his heart. Poor baby! I can tell these are beautiful secret things he is leaning to tell in my ear (his Spanish is so bad and so beautiful! And he says things in English I understand so well!). I am thinking that almost I like more this sucking than when a man parts me. I am thinking jejeje that this first-world giant is now brought down to worship a simple, ordinary little Latin girl! He is almost crying he is so happy. He is very weak, leaning I think all his weight on me. At the end of the music I notice my breasts have his milk and with my fingers I lift it into my mouth and then clean me a little with his shirt. I smell so strong of him! We go back to the table and I know I am still a little drunk, but I am happy, and I think I could do anything! I am thinking what a wonderful secret is in my mouth!

I pass Douglas to go to my chair but he pulls me to sit on his legs and kisses me. He pulls from me, looks in my eyes, and then kisses me again, now very much with tongues deep and drinking from me and I know he discovers my secret, then he smiles to make me happy, hugs me, and I sit in my chair. But the tall basket player invites very polite if we would sit at the table with him and his friends, and Douglas asked me and so we went there.

The men were so nice with me, some more young than me (I have 27 years) and some older but all making piropos, compliments, saying they never see a woman like me (in my little yellow summer dress all the tops of my breasts are strong to see in the light, very round because now with the excitement I am making milk very fast and I am so full I am spraying a little and my dress is some wet and my nipples are there to see. I can see the basket player I danced with is speaking in the ear of one player while he smiles into my eyes with much love. Again I see he is a gentle man. Someone asks for drinks for everybody, and Douglas says yes it is okay with him if I have one more drink, I know am safe with him.

There were maybe ten maybe twelve basket players, I danced with all, except one, who was too aggressive. After each dance, because he asked, I shared with Douglas the basket players’ secrets, spilling their milk into his mouth. The basket players watched us kiss and were smiling for us! But now I so want someone to lift my skirt!!!! I am more crazy than before!. Everyone was asking me things. I said, yes, I have one little girl, Fatima, three weeks, and another basket player, confident, looking at my breasts and then in my eyes asked if I still feed her with my breasts, and everyone listened while I told them about the doctor who offered me a shot to stop the milk but I don’t like things not natural and so continue. Jejeje and they all agree! And I feel some are looking into my eyes and some only at my breasts, making them warm and I can feel the milk filling them more even while they look, and know they can see I am too full and see how black are my nipples against the wet cloth. And another basket player asks how much I produce and then another what I do with all this milk, and so I explain, feeling their eyes like little tongues on my breasts, that I like that it makes me feel complete woman! And they say me such sweet things, and then another asks how I take the milk, and to them I explain that I have the machine Douglas brought from North America and I give some to friends when they want. The basket player’s eyes are very big and suddenly I feel like in this enormous salsa dance hall I am the only woman, maybe the only woman in the world. My birthday seems so perfect.

The basket player is so aggressive (and anyway so tall!, maybe 225 cms!), asked me to dance so many times. But in the morning he was the only one I had refused, and Douglas said he was such a poor man dieing to dance with me and I went with him. But when he came around the long table to take my hand, I am looking up to see his interest in me is pushing out his trouser! I think he is in proportion to his tallness! I am tired and I whisper to Douglas I want to go home to make love with him, and he told me okay, this last dance and then home. I really do not want to go with this man before me so rudo! So crude! But I stand quickly, looking away to avoid his eyes. Just as we started to walk through the people to the dance floor, the room becomes very dark. Like always they turn out all lights except little colored ones that make no light, so at this time many couples have the opportunity to love each other in the dark.

I wanted to go back to Douglas, but now came the music of the Menearía, and I thought, okay, I will finish with this man quickly so he is happy and I can go home. It is a mountain village dance where a man holds the woman's cola, her ass, tight to his hips and she leans very far ahead like she wants to escape from him, her arms waving like she is desperate for escape (so his penis can push low and very hard in the valley of her cola and she can move with the music to help him. He pulls her hard to him with his arm around her hips and it is so dark no one sees, and many times I have felt a man’s heat and hardness on my ano [anus] and then it is wet there when I put my hand after to my dress or my bombachas, my panties, so I smell the aroma of his milk on my fingers (I never told Douglas before how the dance was really, since he is shy to dance! I told him always no, it is an innocent dance of playing, but I learned he was not convinced and he wanted me to let the men paint me!). They do not enter me, I make sure, only caress outside.

Now the basket player takes me to the darkest corner of this so big dance place and I teach him the moves and then because the music is so loud he must bend very low so I can tell in his ear the history of the dance, while I am talking he kisses once my shoulder and a little sound in my mouth interrupts what I say and so when I continue his arm is around me pulling me in to push my breast against his hand. I feel very silly, muy tonta, that I like his hand but that I hate him! He says into my ear, “Same size as a basketball,” and then before I can think what to say, he turns me and picks me into the air to fit my cola to him like I explained for the Menearía. My breasts are mostly in the air, only the nipples inside my dress. My feet are very far from the floor, to dark to see. His arm is around me, under my breasts and I feel them heavy, like they want to fall out. No one can see through my black hair like a curtain, but I don’t like that I have no power to stop him. I am like a little doll far from the floor. Immediately I feel he is hard and so very big on my cola, and, I think, it is his balls warm and full against my cuevita, my little cave, and his penis so hard, hard hard against me so no mistake that I feel him arrarme, to plow me! I think he is like a planter when his machine pushes aside the earth to make a valley for his seed. Jejeje, he is trying to make the valley deeper between my cachetes de miel, my sweet cheeks!. He is resting his bulto, his bulge, against the sweet heat I feel inside me. I like how he makes me feel. No matter he is so ugly with me before. For all the attention of the men the milk in my breasts want to explode!. I have that sweet feeling when I am ready to give milk. Now it is suddenly spraying the cloth of my dress!.

I let him move me like he wants. His other hand is low on my belly, pulling me so hard into him, so my dancing is only to push the open mouth of my vagina to kiss his penis, to advertise that the soup he is stirring in my little pot is ready. I now just want. I want a man who can be much man in me. I know where he presses my dress into my valley I am so wet I have wet my dress and his trousers. I know he can feel this. I know he can probably smell me. Sure he can feel how I am asking for him, and I think I could be like this all night!

In the dark he lifts me away with both hands. It is only a moment. I feel air on my bottom, cool on the wet of my concha. He pulls me tight again, and now I am sure he is under my dress (so easy!) and not with cloth between us! His penis is hot against my concha. It fills between the lips, soft warm on my clitoris, maybe his balls! I am dripping so much and although I know he is too big for me, yes yes yes yes I want him. I reach between my legs and find his balls to hold them soft to me many moments while I try looking back between my breasts and legs to see him in the dark. but then he lifts me so nice and easy in the air so that my breasts and my hair float for a moment, and when I fall again to him he is hard to the entrance of me, and I think No! he will hurt me, but then I only feel Yes please, and then he is in so wonderful in me I want him to come to my throat and let me taste him! I am immediately finishing, so the honey of my concha is down my legs like I am peeing. I was in heaven!!!!!!!!!!!!! I discover one of my breasts fills his hand (When? When did they fall out?) He is milking me so I see the little fountains in the air, and the other breast is sympathetic, sprays little sprays across his arm. I am happy. A little arc makes wet my nose and one eye. His other arm is like wonderful steel around my hips. We move with the music. I am sitting on his lap—he with all my weight in his arms and moving all of me, and I only the muscles to milk his cock, so I don't care about anything. I push down hard to let him into my womb, and when my breasts finally are too slippery they fall over his arm, milk arcs to disappear in the dark (I look now between my breasts to try to see his balls. It is so dark! I feel them hit my clitoris each time he buries himself in my person).

He really fucked me, moving me on him with his legs so strong like hot stone on a summer mountain, and me moving so that my breasts rise a moment in the air each time he pushed into me, and fall heavy on his arm as he penetrated all again to feel like an arrow in my chest. I looked down to see my hair disappearing in the dark. The floor is far away. When I looked to the side I see a couple dancing like us, watching me and this giant black man and I know they are maybe jealous, or shocked. Maybe happy for us!

I cannot tell you how it is when he comes. With my Douglas I come so many times, but with this man I am coming always and it is getting so strong so I am a little afraid my heart will stop, and I don't care. I like that I hate him. He can never have me. I will make this so good for him, a little torture to him always, so he will always think of me!

Soon, I feel he is moving me littler moves and faster, and suddenly mi climax explodes in me, shoots up to fill my belly like a balloon that burns while someone is filling it from a hot pipe pushed up my concha! I want him to kill me while I am killing him! I close so tight my vagina muscles. I hold his penis with all my body, my legs and bottom muscles so strong to hold him. But in a moment I am so coming all my muscles relax and my mouth opens big for air. I can hear only the music but I know I am screaming. He is holding me against him so he is hurting me. For a long time with my fingertips pressed between his balls and his ano I feel every pulso. The sack and his balls are bigger than my hand. He injects me. I am all of me in my womb, open for him. I think I am only a big bowl who wants to be filled. I don’t think I hate him. I don’t think about Douglas. I don't think about my little girl, Fati. Not about my mother, nothing! I think babies, babies, babies—fill me with babies, fill me, fill me, fill me.

The music of the menearía is long, maybe fifteen minutes, so for a long time after he finishes in me he holds me there and I am like a soft doll hanging from his arms. I feel his milk on my legs, cold on my knees. He moves more slowly in me and with my fingers I touch where he enters me and bring his milk to taste in my mouth. When the music stops and some small lights come on, I look and some couples are watching us with very big eyes. I don't care. I cannot speak. Only with my eyes and with my hands squeezing his I tell this man thank you thank you thank you.

When I sat again at the table by Douglas I pulled his hand under the table onto my cuevita (my little cave) and pushed all I could of this basket player's milk from me into his hand. I whispered into his ear, thank you! And I kissed his ear so sweet. I really think everyone at the table can smell man’s milk on me and my honey hot from my concha and on my legs and with Douglas it is okay.

After, we went to someone’s suite in the Sheraton Hotel and Douglas and I let them do all that they wanted until the afternoon. They were much man with me, hard with me, sometimes almost breaking my back or my neck or my ribs in their moments of dying in me, but always then always another. I gave much milk and I drank much milk. I drank so much water but I did not pee. It seems it all found its way to my breasts, and into the boys, and from them into me again, many, many times. When we left to go home, I was embarrassed. They each gave me little presents, jejeje, competing! Something to remember them, a ring he said from a university, a shirt from the team, addresses from everybody, and at the door a hotel envelop I discovered after with much money. And they gave me many little kisses, like brothers, so sweet with me.

[Norma's words, feelings, memories, as they were in her diary, and some editing of her English by me for clarity.]

 

[playfullj]

We are searching for that 2nd man

My husband and I are actively seeking a male partner for our MFM. We have come pretty close but so far none to date. HOWEVER, we do have a date set up for the 20th of MAY. 2 weeks away. He is from out of town, travels to my city often. We have made plans to stay at the same hotel. I'm so excited to experience all the things mentioned by everyone here so far.

I'll keep ya posted

J

 

['Ol Tex]

Fun Night

My husband and I are actively seeking a male partner for our MFM. We have come pretty close but so far none to date. HOWEVER, we do have a date set up for the 20th of MAY. 2 weeks away. He is from out of town, travels to my city often. We have made plans to stay at the same hotel. I'm so excited to experience all the things mentioned by everyone here so far.

I'll keep ya posted

J

If that is really you in the picture then the guy you will be meeting looks to be in for a real treat !! Do keep us posted. It's nice to know SOME PEOPLE are having fun out there !! Any more pictures??

 

[playfullj]

Oh it's me alright

[QUOTE='Ol Tex]If that is really you in the picture then the guy you will be meeting looks to be in for a real treat !! Do keep us posted. It's nice to know SOME PEOPLE are having fun out there !! Any more pictures?? [/QUOTE]

You can see more of me on my other site I belong too. We actually have an ad looking for our lover. I know there are FAKE people out there, I assure you I'm very real. I have no time to fool people. I know what I want and I'm GOING to find it.

How does one get fake pictures???

Thanks for the compliment

Another pic you ask................

 

[puno]

My husband and I are actively seeking a male partner for our MFM. We have come pretty close but so far none to date. HOWEVER, we do have a date set up for the 20th of MAY. 2 weeks away. He is from out of town, travels to my city often. We have made plans to stay at the same hotel. I'm so excited to experience all the things mentioned by everyone here so far.

I'll keep ya posted

J

J
You'll have great fun. By the looks of your picture so will both the men in your date... There is one thing about this you should know, the woman is always the one in control. Even though us males like to think differently..

Keep us posted.

 

[mikemann]

J
You'll have great fun. By the looks of your picture so will both the men in your date... There is one thing about this you should know, the woman is always the one in control. Even though us males like to think differently..

Keep us posted.

You are so right my friend, she says what goes and when... We believe that we are in control and she will do anything we ask of her, not completely true, she will consider anything we ask of her and agree if it appeals to her... If however she isn't in the mood for it, she will steer us away from the idea, all nice and gentle of course, making us think it's our idea not to go through with it, bless her

Sweet 'playful' you are going to have much fun, you have the right attitude and urges to see this through... Looking at your pictures of course I can confirm that the guys are going to have their minds blown away, you are beautiful, and very sensual of appearance and attitude. I think they're in for the fuck of their lives If you ever decide to vacation in the UK, there's a willing second partner here for you.

Mike.

 

['Ol Tex]

Some Of Us-

You can see more of me on my other site I belong too. We actually have an add looking for our lover. I know there are FAKE people out there, I assure you I'm very real. I have no time to fool people. I know what I want and I'm GOING to find it.

How does one get fake pictures???

Thanks for the compliment

Another pic you ask................

Some of us Texans ain't to bright. (Has something to do with inter-mingling with sheep and cows etc.) LOL. Anyway, just WHERE might this 'other site' be that you mention? If you would rather not mention here you could pass it along in a PM. My ten-gallon hat is off to you gal. Well, at my age, it's down to about a 6 7/8 but I still salute you and your hubby, (and the LUCKY guy-to be), for having fun !! Be careful and enjoy !! Oh, and the 6 7/8 reference was to my HAT size, (and NOT something else) !! The 'other' is immeasureable !! LOLOL. (Another TEXAS trait), (Making things SEEM bigger than they are) !! Have fun. Oh, and send instructions to your other site !

 

[playfullj]

the other site

[QUOTE='Ol Tex] Oh, and send instructions to your other site ! [/QUOTE]



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