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18/08/2022
So here we were sitting on the couch that October and she's crying and concerned my feelings will change in time because of out age difference even though for months I threw myself into her stay at home and listen to country music world.
She didnt even have cable tv hook ups where she lived and she couldnt have cared less. We really had nothing in common besides sex and she refused me nothing. I fucked her asshole as much as her pussy.
She was probably the best blow job I ever had and I was liking this opposite from all I ever knew life. She said " This has been on my mind for weeks and I think you should know all about me if you are willing to marry me and I need to know if you'd forgive me for it". My heart was racing , but was thinking it was probably some lame, nothing, bullshit thing that was important to her small life.Maybe she had debts or owed taxes.
She stopped crying as soon as she said that. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. She seemed relieved to get it out. Before Icould ask what the big deal was, she said she was chilly and sent me to retrieve a sweater from the botom drawer of her dresser. I bolted up the narrow stairway of this humble raised ranch house and was quickly at the dresser opening the drawer .
After grabbing the sweater it was impossible to not notice the slick shiny cover of a swingers magazine with several small pics of naked men and women performing various sex acts. In fact thefe were 2 more similar magazines underneath the top one. I thought thier placement had to be meant for me to find. I think she was unaware that Id searched every square in of her bedroom closets and drawers seeking anything nasty about her .
That was when she was at work and I was alone in the house. All I ever found was black thigh high stockings and a nlack fishnet pair a pair of fuck-me heels and a dildo I used on her many times. So she definitely placed the mags there because I wouldn't have missed those mags in my searches. I came down the stairs slowly thinking of an opening comment. She sat on the couch with her face cupped in her hands once again. She quickly glanced over at me to make sure I possessed the swimgers magazines...I guess.
Then hid her face in her hands again. I asked if she had an ad in these mags or were they used for masturbation? She said " Me and Wade had ads". Wade was her husband. I asked if this was her way of telling me I wasn't really only the second man to have her.
She said " I didn't really lie to you. You are only the second man I've loved and you are only the second white man I've ever had sex with. Wade didn't count the blacks as cheating or a relationship. With white men he would have. It was just fantasy stuff come real". She stood up and said she'd be right back. I put the mags on the coffee table and sat there with my mouth open.
Was this possible for a woman I'd chided a dozen times for using the "N" word if we were around blacks in our travels. I'd grown up in a very racially mixed neighborhood in a major city , but understood her ignorance from lack of exposure and times she was raised up in. Shed always say " I got all that from Wade and my dad".
A lot of her allure to me was that whole difference between us and I loved the difference and new way pf life except those blind racial remarks on those occasions, but it was never enough for me to walk out. Now I'm about to find out she gave up her white pussy to blacks. She returned with a large glass of white wine and a med bottle with her valium. Id found several med bottles in my bedroom searches. Some empty, dome with a few pills.
All valium labels. She didnt really hide them told me between 6 day work weeks in winter and her husband passing she needed something. I was about to find out they were used to get her through swinging session hook ups and prescribed by her first black black cock. She popped a valium in her mouth and chased it down with the wine. By the time she was done answering my questions and showing me thier ads and black swingers ad and pic she had 2 Valiums in her and started her 3rd wine.
She was loose and slurring a little. She told me her husband loved to gamble. Cards with his buddies and trips to race tracks in summer. Then Atlantic City opened for gambling in the late 1970s and he was hooked. She said he went there alone and with friends and took her in summer. They went on charter bus trips then they drove down alone. She said it was really the first time they'd been around strange people in A strange atmosphere and how her husband couldn't believe how many blacks were in one place like that and also worked their hotel.
She said on the rides bavk home her comment on catching blacks checking her out while playing slots or in the lounge. She said she blew all that off and I always felt Peg never thought she was more than just average and maybe she was...but not to me and I guess Wade. As I told you she definitely had the face of the schoolteacher in "Hoosiers", but not the body.Peg was mot petite in any way.
Not fat but a square shouldered German genes woman of 5'8. Bigger boned type with small to medium tits, long beautiful legs with delicious muscular inner thighs. The muscle was not from formal exercise just living life. Her ass was at the doorstep of ample,but never got there as long as I was with her. She had a bump at the waist from a lifetime of shitty diet.
I couldn't believe the crap she ate. But cooked me some great old world stuff too. Wade started having Peg wear the fuck- me heels with shorts at the casinos. He loved watching men check out her legs and blue toenails . He'd have her lie on Atlantic City beach in a swimsuit and watch her from the boardwalk.
Peg was no run way model and was mid 40s by then,but definitely could see her attracting men anywhere. That country look drew me in to regardless of the Walmart wardrobe. So, on one return trip Wade stops out of state and purchases swingers magazines. " You want to see our ads first or the dude we hooked up with?". I went right for the dude. The mans pic was a headless full body shot from his shoulders down. He was standing. His uncircumcised black cock hung down to mid thigh . I looked over at Peg and she was looking for my reaction with her face fully flushed and mouth agape. I uttered " oh my god, are you fucking serious?".
The mans ad read " Atlantic City black professional 34 seeking married white female for long sex sessions. Prefer blonde women ages 40-60.
Can entertain or join you and husband in hotel room. Husband to watch only. The black in pic did not look very big except for his cock. He was trim with a six-pack abdominal area. She told me he was about her height. She showed me his face pic in another magazine without his body. He wore thickish lens eyeglasses and his skin was as black as it can get. She told me he and her husband corresponded several times then phone chatted about her which always freaked her.
The man was an MD at Atlantic City Hospital and immigrated from Haiti she thought for med school. He was married and had 2 daughters. She said he was obsessed with knowing her thoughts after sessions. They arranged to meet him for the first time at the hospital so Wade could see he wasn't bullshiting.They met him in the hospital cafeteria where tbey all had coffee at a table.
Said he walked over to them wearing white coat, ID tag and stethoscope. Also many people in cafeteria seemed to know him. She totally avoided eye contact and her hands were viably shaking while sipping coffee. He noticed tbis and told Wade he'd bring something to their hotel room later to calm her down.
That was the beginning of her Valium use. He told Wade she was the most perfect example of what he seeks and was very pleased with Peg in person. He never spoke to her directly that meeting and she was happy he didn't. He joined them that night in their room, but not before Eade dropped loads in her ass and pussy.
She said she never saw him so worked up. She was afraid of that big cock ,but wanted to please Wade and did this many times for him right up to his death. It felt it was perfect situation. I will Pegs story in a last segment soon. I did marry Peg and stayed with her until her death in 2020 (not from covid). She died at 79 years old shortly before her 80th birthday. The last few months of her life were rough. I teased her that she was just hanging on until I officially became a senior citizen.
She never stopped worrying about our age difference. She never told another soul about her black cock adventures. I'll finish story soon. I feel better since writing about it. I don't miss the illness, but I do miss my wife.
She didnt even have cable tv hook ups where she lived and she couldnt have cared less. We really had nothing in common besides sex and she refused me nothing. I fucked her asshole as much as her pussy.
She was probably the best blow job I ever had and I was liking this opposite from all I ever knew life. She said " This has been on my mind for weeks and I think you should know all about me if you are willing to marry me and I need to know if you'd forgive me for it". My heart was racing , but was thinking it was probably some lame, nothing, bullshit thing that was important to her small life.Maybe she had debts or owed taxes.
She stopped crying as soon as she said that. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. She seemed relieved to get it out. Before Icould ask what the big deal was, she said she was chilly and sent me to retrieve a sweater from the botom drawer of her dresser. I bolted up the narrow stairway of this humble raised ranch house and was quickly at the dresser opening the drawer .
After grabbing the sweater it was impossible to not notice the slick shiny cover of a swingers magazine with several small pics of naked men and women performing various sex acts. In fact thefe were 2 more similar magazines underneath the top one. I thought thier placement had to be meant for me to find. I think she was unaware that Id searched every square in of her bedroom closets and drawers seeking anything nasty about her .
That was when she was at work and I was alone in the house. All I ever found was black thigh high stockings and a nlack fishnet pair a pair of fuck-me heels and a dildo I used on her many times. So she definitely placed the mags there because I wouldn't have missed those mags in my searches. I came down the stairs slowly thinking of an opening comment. She sat on the couch with her face cupped in her hands once again. She quickly glanced over at me to make sure I possessed the swimgers magazines...I guess.
Then hid her face in her hands again. I asked if she had an ad in these mags or were they used for masturbation? She said " Me and Wade had ads". Wade was her husband. I asked if this was her way of telling me I wasn't really only the second man to have her.
She said " I didn't really lie to you. You are only the second man I've loved and you are only the second white man I've ever had sex with. Wade didn't count the blacks as cheating or a relationship. With white men he would have. It was just fantasy stuff come real". She stood up and said she'd be right back. I put the mags on the coffee table and sat there with my mouth open.
Was this possible for a woman I'd chided a dozen times for using the "N" word if we were around blacks in our travels. I'd grown up in a very racially mixed neighborhood in a major city , but understood her ignorance from lack of exposure and times she was raised up in. Shed always say " I got all that from Wade and my dad".
A lot of her allure to me was that whole difference between us and I loved the difference and new way pf life except those blind racial remarks on those occasions, but it was never enough for me to walk out. Now I'm about to find out she gave up her white pussy to blacks. She returned with a large glass of white wine and a med bottle with her valium. Id found several med bottles in my bedroom searches. Some empty, dome with a few pills.
All valium labels. She didnt really hide them told me between 6 day work weeks in winter and her husband passing she needed something. I was about to find out they were used to get her through swinging session hook ups and prescribed by her first black black cock. She popped a valium in her mouth and chased it down with the wine. By the time she was done answering my questions and showing me thier ads and black swingers ad and pic she had 2 Valiums in her and started her 3rd wine.
She was loose and slurring a little. She told me her husband loved to gamble. Cards with his buddies and trips to race tracks in summer. Then Atlantic City opened for gambling in the late 1970s and he was hooked. She said he went there alone and with friends and took her in summer. They went on charter bus trips then they drove down alone. She said it was really the first time they'd been around strange people in A strange atmosphere and how her husband couldn't believe how many blacks were in one place like that and also worked their hotel.
She said on the rides bavk home her comment on catching blacks checking her out while playing slots or in the lounge. She said she blew all that off and I always felt Peg never thought she was more than just average and maybe she was...but not to me and I guess Wade. As I told you she definitely had the face of the schoolteacher in "Hoosiers", but not the body.Peg was mot petite in any way.
Not fat but a square shouldered German genes woman of 5'8. Bigger boned type with small to medium tits, long beautiful legs with delicious muscular inner thighs. The muscle was not from formal exercise just living life. Her ass was at the doorstep of ample,but never got there as long as I was with her. She had a bump at the waist from a lifetime of shitty diet.
I couldn't believe the crap she ate. But cooked me some great old world stuff too. Wade started having Peg wear the fuck- me heels with shorts at the casinos. He loved watching men check out her legs and blue toenails . He'd have her lie on Atlantic City beach in a swimsuit and watch her from the boardwalk.
Peg was no run way model and was mid 40s by then,but definitely could see her attracting men anywhere. That country look drew me in to regardless of the Walmart wardrobe. So, on one return trip Wade stops out of state and purchases swingers magazines. " You want to see our ads first or the dude we hooked up with?". I went right for the dude. The mans pic was a headless full body shot from his shoulders down. He was standing. His uncircumcised black cock hung down to mid thigh . I looked over at Peg and she was looking for my reaction with her face fully flushed and mouth agape. I uttered " oh my god, are you fucking serious?".
The mans ad read " Atlantic City black professional 34 seeking married white female for long sex sessions. Prefer blonde women ages 40-60.
Can entertain or join you and husband in hotel room. Husband to watch only. The black in pic did not look very big except for his cock. He was trim with a six-pack abdominal area. She told me he was about her height. She showed me his face pic in another magazine without his body. He wore thickish lens eyeglasses and his skin was as black as it can get. She told me he and her husband corresponded several times then phone chatted about her which always freaked her.
The man was an MD at Atlantic City Hospital and immigrated from Haiti she thought for med school. He was married and had 2 daughters. She said he was obsessed with knowing her thoughts after sessions. They arranged to meet him for the first time at the hospital so Wade could see he wasn't bullshiting.They met him in the hospital cafeteria where tbey all had coffee at a table.
Said he walked over to them wearing white coat, ID tag and stethoscope. Also many people in cafeteria seemed to know him. She totally avoided eye contact and her hands were viably shaking while sipping coffee. He noticed tbis and told Wade he'd bring something to their hotel room later to calm her down.
That was the beginning of her Valium use. He told Wade she was the most perfect example of what he seeks and was very pleased with Peg in person. He never spoke to her directly that meeting and she was happy he didn't. He joined them that night in their room, but not before Eade dropped loads in her ass and pussy.
She said she never saw him so worked up. She was afraid of that big cock ,but wanted to please Wade and did this many times for him right up to his death. It felt it was perfect situation. I will Pegs story in a last segment soon. I did marry Peg and stayed with her until her death in 2020 (not from covid). She died at 79 years old shortly before her 80th birthday. The last few months of her life were rough. I teased her that she was just hanging on until I officially became a senior citizen.
She never stopped worrying about our age difference. She never told another soul about her black cock adventures. I'll finish story soon. I feel better since writing about it. I don't miss the illness, but I do miss my wife.
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