May 26, 2009
Fucking My Husband’s Friends
First of all, yes, I have, but they are all black friends from back in Pittsburgh when he was younger. I don’t do his current friends at all due to the politics of friendships and careers. SO, with that in mind, let me tell you what is happening right now.
As background, my husband, then just a friend took me to a Phoenix Swing Club because I was curious about it all. I had two guys that night at the same time and was hooked. We went every couple weeks and eventually found ‘black’ and as they say, never went back. Right before my first black guy, two weeks earlier, I had an earth shattering, toe curling experience when I was the center of attention in a train of 11 guys. On the way back to my place, my husband was playing with me (and everything that was left in me by the guys). Almost as soon as we got in my door, I grabbed his head and shoved it between my legs as I was standing there. He ate it, he ate it all. I had a cuckold in the making and hell, didn’t even know then what a cuckold was.
Now fast forward 5 years and one day a call came in to the house. We were married three years by then. It was some guy named Earl, from Pittsburgh that was now living in Mesa/Chandler area and was asking if the guy he was calling was the same guy that hailed from Pittsburgh. I told him yes and that he should call back a couple hours later. He did, they connected and later that evening, we met Earl at Char’s Has the Blues, an R&B bar in town. Long story short, I found myself that night in Earl’s back seat giving him oral attention while my husband stood outside the car keeping an eye for cops and other people getting too close to the car. Slurp, gulp and a few long minutes later, I got what I loved. Yes, I am an oral type, enjoy it, can climax from it and love the taste of what I can keep in my mouth before I greedily swallow.
That evening turned into an invitation for steaks at Earl’s place a week later. While my “now fully cuckolded” husband was standing at the grill on the patio, flipping steaks, I got to get on my knees in the living room and re-live the previous week’s car thing. For what ever psychological reason, I was getting more of a thrill doing my husband’s friend, than I do/did with other black guys! Go figure! When Earl popped, I kept it all in my mouth and we went to the patio. There was my husband’s coffee cup, (we don’t drink). I took the contents of my mouth and pretended to take a drink of his coffee, but instead put Earl’s load of semen into the coffee, mixing it with the milk that was already in the cup mixing it with a stirrer before he saw. My husband never knew. I have never told him. It is my secret and frankly, makes me wet when I think of it and has over the years, caused me to do it again with other guys, anytime and everytime I can. (But that is another story for another time)
Earl eventually took a transfer of jobs and moved back east to Texas first, then to Alabama and now to Denver. Two years ago, we took a vacation back to Pennsylvania and I met another one of my husband’s friends, Stan. Stan was nice and yes, before the evening that we hooked up was done, I had sex with him at his place, alone, with my husband told that he was going to show me his house, and told to stay put. It took Stan a little over an hour to show me his 3 bedroom, 2000 sq.ft. house …. hee, hee, hee, ha!
I digress though. Now comes two weeks ago. I get this Messenger contact from Jay. I have no idea who Jay is, so I ask, “Who are you!” He tells me that he is a Pittsburgh friend of my husbands, and the he, Stan, Earl and my husband used to run together back in the ‘Burgh’. Well-l-l-l-l-l, guess what my private parts did. Yes, everything went warm and bubbly and very liquid immediately. Another friend, wow! I had heard my husband talk of Jay, he was the youngest of the crew between the 4 of them, but only by about 4-5 years. I found out that he had just left the Marines after 10 years, and that he was living in the far west valley, near the Air Force Base. That his last duty station was at MCAS (Marine Corp Air Station) in Yuma and just decided to stay in Arizona after discharge. By this time, Marine , in Phoenix, black, friend of husband, talked to Earl (who told him I was into black) … BINGO!
So here we are, a couple weeks of conversation, him wanting to surprise my husband because they have not seen each other in years, and me already knowing that somehow, on that visit, that I am going to have this guy. Last night, I gave up our home number and address to Jay. I have been playing it cool though and have not told him that I would do him, in fact, he has brought it up, and I have told him that just because I have done my husband’s friends in the past, and continue to be a woman that loves black lovers, that it is not a guarentee that I would do him. RIGHT! SURE! If you believe that, I have some ocean front property that I can help you invest in right over along the Colorado River - that is as soon as California falls off into the Pacific!
I am guessing that he is going to call and come by sometime this weekend. There is an excitement in the air that is in my head!
Submitted by: Carmen