deena4
04-14-2010, 01:04 PM
Before I started having sex with Mel I was having sex with my husband a little less than once a week. It was almost always spontaneous, and it was always in the evening. If Gary hugged me
when he got in bed it was a good sign that he would make love to me. I had long ago ceased trying to initiate love play with him unless he was in a very receptive mood for sex play. That seemed to be coming less and less frequent until I began having sex with Mel. If my husband was not in the mood for sex there was nothing I could do to encourage him. I would have preferred more intimacy, but not necessarily intercourse. After Mel became my lover my husband did want sex a little more often, and he started spending more time in intimate fondling and love play. The sex that followed was better sex, too. Gary knew that he could have me almost any time he wanted. I never refused him, even if I did not have the desire.
One thing did change after Gary gave me permission to have sex with Mel. After I did have sex with Mel he always wanted to know everything Mel and I had done in our bed, but he never touched me down below after I had sex with Mel. I was extra glad of that when I did not use my diaphragm, which I did whenever possible. When Gary would get in bed with me after my extramarital sex activity with Mel I almost always pretended to be asleep. Gary would feel the washcloth between my legs, but that was all. But soon he began remaining in bed for a while after the alarm went off in the morning to ask me the inevitable questions about my previous evening activity with Mel. While we talked he would explore me down below. Sometimes we would have a “quicky”. With very little foreplay he would move onto me and enter me. It was not very exciting or arousing, but I never stopped him or complained. Usually he would thrust quickly until he ejaculated, but sometimes he would just do a little quick thrusting before pulling out and rushing into the bathroom. He was very unpredictable. I never tried to stop him, but I certainly never encouraged him, either. I had to hurry to fix his breakfast before I had my shower. I think I liked him better if he did have an ejaculation. He seemed to be more talkative at the breakfast table.
One nice thing that Mel did during our lovemaking I really liked, and I tried to get Gary to do it, too. After Mel and I had completed the sex act he would always hug me and fondle me gently. As soon as he had another erection he would often enter me again, usually lying alongside me and lifting my leg over his. We would lie in that position for a long while until it got too tiring for me. I really liked lying there that way. I told Gary how much I liked it, so he tried. It was okay, but he would soften so quickly and could not remain joined to me. I did appreciate his effort, and it did make our intimacies more enjoyable.
Although some of the thrill of illicit sex was now gone, it did have some good consequences. A couple times on Gary’s poker nights Mel would take me out to dinner, bringing me home just in time for Gary to leave for his game. Although I would never allow my husband to watch me in bed with my lover, I did start kissing Mel openly in front of him if our sons were not present. Sometimes Mel went a little farther than merely kissing, and my husband seemed to approve. He would even utter words to Mel, egging him on. I did tell my husband a couple times to watch his language. I did not care for his words and expressions.
One Saturday night Mel took me out to dinner. After attending a play at the university , which Gary would never do, Mel took me into his condo. His sister was gone, but his mother was in her room. We kept our voices down, and Mel made much less noise while we were having sex than he usually did at my house.
My husband had persuaded Mel to take some pictures of us together nude. Very reluctantly I had agreed, but I did not expect Mel to take such intimate and revealing pictures as he did. First Mel took some snapshots of me lying on the bed; and then I took some photos of him. Next came some close-ups of my pudendum. Contrary to my wishes he took some photos of his penis entering my vagina. The most disgusting photos were taken with me on my hands and knees, with Mel’s semen leaking out of me. I was sorry I ever agreed to be photographed, but I guess I did owe it to my husband.
Mel did not bring me home until well past midnight that photography night. My husband seemed happy that I had such a wonderful evening, and he said that he could hardly wait to see the pictures Mel’s sex organ penetrating me. I was shocked and dismayed at his words. Obviously he had known in advance that Mel was going to take some very revealing pictures of our lovemaking that evening. How could he condone such a nasty thing? Contrarily, I hoped that something would happen to Mel’s camera, and that he would be unable to download the photos to his computer.
As usual, Gary wanted all the details of my night out, and as usual I never lied to him. But of course I did not tell him everything, either.
The next time Mel came over he brought copies of the pictures he had taken in his bedroom. Many of them were too disgusting, and I did not care to look at them. The one picture I did like was the full-body picture of Mel that I had taken. My husband let me keep that picture for myself. The most revolting picture that I wish I could have destroyed showed me on my knees, with Mel’s semen seeping out of my vagina. Gary went crazy over that disgusting picture. When Mel took that photo I was unaware that I was “leaking” like that. It was a very undignified photo, and I wanted to destroy it. I am happy to say that I managed to destroy most of those pictures. Gary never knew until they were long gone.
Gary had asked me several times about the size of Mel’s sex organ, and I had told him the truth every time. He had never believed me until he saw those pictures. “You were telling me the truth,” he remarked. His “cock” is no bigger than mine. I always thought that black guys had bigger “cocks” than us whites. I actually figured you liked him just for his big tool. He stared at one picture that showed Mel’s scrotum. “I think he does have bigger ‘nuts’ than mine. I’ll bet he pumps twice as much sperm into you as I do.” I had to agree with him, and I wanted to say something, but I thought it best to keep such observations to myself.
I did get upset over comments my husband made at one of his poker games. I had been having sex with my lover for about eight months when the wife of one of the card players visited me. She told me that at a recent card game at her house my husband had told the players that I had a black lover who came over quite often to make love to me. I did not know what to say. I had known the woman for several years, but we were not close friends. She went on to tell me about an affair she had with a black man when she was in college, and how she liked it so much. I admitted that I had a black lover, but I told her very little. I did yell at my husband that evening for shooting off his mouth. He only laughed, and said he did not think it was any big deal. “Every guy at the games says his wife has screwed some other guy. I’m different. My wife only fucks blacks,” he smirked. I thought it was very crude and callous to air such intimate details of our sex life. I would never dream of telling stories about my perfidy to any acquaintances.
I told Mel what that woman told me. He assured me that he had never mentioned our relationship to anyone. When he was at the card games with my husband he had never heard my husband mention anything about my sex life. After we talked about it, Mel did admit that he had mentioned to acquaintances that he was fucking a married white “cunt” with her husband’s permission. He insisted he never mentioned any names, and that he never would. I wanted to believe him, but I know how men like to brag.
One evening soon after the photography incident I heard some words from my son that almost caused me to break off our relationship. Mel was playing with my boys as usual before chaperoning them to bed. He had barely returned to me when Ian called out for Mel. Mel headed to the boys’ bedroom and I followed behind. Ian said as he giggled, “We want to ask you something, Uncle Mel. It is a secret. We don’t want our mother to hear it.”That was followed by more giggles. When he said that it was a secret I was very curious, so I stayed outside the room and listened.
Both boys were now giggling loudly. Then I heard Ian say, “Are you going to fuck our mommy tonight?” Then the giggling really got loud. There was a long pause before I heard Mel’s voice. “Well, do you want me to?” was Mel’s reply.
“Yes!” Two voices shouted in unison. Mel hugged each of the boys again, then came out with a big grin on his face.
“Well, now I have the whole family’s approval to screw you,” he remarked with a broad grin. I think I gave him a disdainful look. I told him that Ryan must have told Ian to say that. I am sure that Ian, who had just turned four, had no idea of the meaning of the word.
That night, for the first time, Mel brought up the dreaded word - PREGNANCY. He had used that word a few times, but it was especially disconcerting to me that night. It was the eighteenth day of my cycle. I should have put in my diaphragm, but I had decided to be daring. Anyway, Mel brought up the subject by saying that maybe he should help my sons get a baby sister. “I am sure they would approve if I ‘knocked you up,’ he said. “They have given me approval to sow my seed in you, and I think it might be nice to let the seeds sprout. It would all be part of the family.
We did talk about pregnancy for quite a while. Gary and I had been talking recently about trying to have another baby. We both wanted a girl to complete our family. And we now felt we could afford another baby. We had tentatively decided that after Ian started school we would try to have another baby. Of course, Mel would not be in the
picture for that.
I did not want to tell my husband about Ian using the “F” word that way, but I decided I better. It did not bother Gary nearly so much as it had me. We did make one change, though. Instead of coming at eight o’clock, Mel began arriving at nine. A couple times he was still there when Gary returned, but usually he was gone long before
midnight.
One Friday evening Mel took my sons and me to a puppet show sponsored by a charity organization for underprivileged children. He invited Gary to go with us as a representative of his company, but Gary did not care for activities like that. Mel was a big donor to it, and he told me that most of the donors were black businessmen. Most of them are or were athletes. Many of them and their wives or girlfriends were there helping out.
I was struck by the number of white women married to the black men. Several had their biracial children with them. Mel introduced me to a few of the men and their white wives. He told them I was a friend. I was glad that he did not call me his girlfriend.
One man had played football with Mel in college. He had two pretty biracial daughters about ten or twelve, and his wife was obviously pregnant again. He patted her belly and said, “She’s got a boy in there this time.” It made me shudder. That guy did ask Mel if he was going to make me his wife. He leaned closer to Mel and whispered, “You need some kids, Mel. You gotta make a black baby in your woman.” I had to turn away. That man’s words and smirking smile sent chills all through me.
On the way home I remarked to Mel about all the biracial couples. He said that white women like black athletes. “They like that big bat and the heavy balls they’ve got to play the game of love with.” He laughed as he patted my abdomen. “Wouldn’t it be nice to grow a black baby in there?” he teased as he patted me again. I broke out in goose bumps. I started to say something, but my boys were all ears.
Gary had to occasionally go out of town to repossess or pick up vehicles. One week he flew to Iowa with a couple other employees to pick up buses. He gave me permission to go out with Mel Saturday night if I could find a babysitter. He said that he did not want me to invite Mel to spend the night with me in our bed, but he did not say I could not spent the night with .Unknown to me he told Mel the same thing. Well, Mel called and asked if I would like to spend the weekend with him at a fancy resort a couple hours drive away. He offered to pay for a babysitter for the entire weekend. I asked my sister if my boys could stay with her and their cousins. I told her that Gary’s employer would pay her to babysit the boys. I did not go into details, and she did not ask. She knew that some extramarital adventure was involved.
Friday afternoon I took the boys to their aunt’s, and Mel picked me up later for the drive to the resort. We had to stop for dinner, so it was almost ten o’clock when we reached the place. Mel was visibly tired, and he told me that he almost called to cancel our trip. We went down to the spa and sat in the warm water. That felt so good, and it perked up Mel. We did have to endure a lot of stares and disapproving scowls from the guests. They were mostly older people, and they did not like to see a white woman with a black man.
Mel was perfectly content to lie in bed and let me be in charge. We did some hugging and kissing, but not so much as usual. I don’t believe he touched me down below until we had a long goodnight kiss. I don’t know what possessed me, but feeling Mel’s flaccid member pressing against my back caused me to reach around and play with it. Well, soon it was very turgid. In that nice position he managed to enter me from behind. If felt so good. I was content just to feel his male member in me, and soon I was asleep.
Mel still did not feel too keen in the morning. We lay in bed cuddling and kissing for at least an hour, not being in any hurry to arise. We did have sex before we left the bed, but Mel definitely
was not at his best that morning.
We went horseback riding that morning. That was the first time I had ever been on a horse, except on the merry-go-round. Mel was a good rider, and he tried to help me. We had to have a lady accompany us. She was not too friendly toward me - I wonder why?
After a delightful swim Mel felt much better. Once back in our room he was his real self. We just lay on the bed joined together for about an hour, cuddling and watching TV, before Mel brought me manually to an orgasm. Then he had his orgasm in me. “No sense wasting all that good sperm when I have a delicious receptacle to put it in,” he joked. I did not appreciate his choice of words.
That night the spa was very crowded. We went into the sauna, which was quite an experience. I was the only woman with six men. Two of the men were naked. They had obviously been drinking too much. One of them made a lewd remark implying that I liked getting my pussy filled with black “pussy juice”, and they speculated that I might already be pregnant. I had to drag Mel out of there. He was ready to fight all five of those guys.
While we were drinking in the bar later four of those men from the sauna came in and sat at a table near us. After our second drink Mel stood and said loud enough for those guys to hear, “Okay, Honey, let’s go up to our room so I can fill you up with some black ‘pussy juice’.” He smirked at those men as we walked out arm-in-arm. I was smiling at them, too.
It was a wonderful, relaxing night. I did not have to worry about any distractions, which really helped. And after we had both satisfied each other it was time to sleep. After I finally rolled over to go to sleep Mel asked in a whisper, “Dee, can I park my meat in your pussy for a little while? It felt so good that way last night.” I was glad to let him do that. After he entered me I think I was asleep in two minutes
I awakened a couple times when I felt Mel moving very slowly and softly inside me. His soft movements awakened me a couple times more, but I returned to sleep immediately. Finally his somewhat deeper thrusting awakened me once again. Then he pushed in hard and
had his ejaculation. I squeezed his hand to let him know that I was aware that he had given me more of his seemingly inexhaustible supply of semen. I looked at the clock. It was almost two o’clock. Mel had been joined with me for well over two hours. What a man! My husband did that occasionally, but he always fell out in less than fifteen minutes. It was wonderful.
By morning my period had begun. I was two days early. When I informed Mel and mentioned that I was early he laughed and said it was due to his deep drilling inside me during the night. Maybe it
was true. Anyway, no more fun for Mel. I do not have sex during my period - period. I know that many women do, but I never have and I never will.
Mel always called me the day after we had sex to thank me and tell me how much he appreciated me. The only times he told me that he loved me were when we were having sex, and then he only uttered those words a few times. However he always thanked me before he left my bed. Usually a day or two later he would send me flowers and candy for the boys. A few times he gave me a nice gift or a gift certificate. He had very good taste, and every jewelry gift was very nice. I did not like to have him buy me intimate clothing. I preferred a gift card so I could buy my own. I never liked to have Gary buy me underwear, either, but he used to do that for Christmas.
About six weeks after we had spent that nice weekend at the upscale resort Mel called to give me some intriguing news. He had to go to a business meeting in Las Vegas. He had been given a three-night package, complete with airfare and accommodations, for him and his spouse. Of course he had no spouse, but he wanted me to accompany him. “I only have to make a couple appearances at meetings, so most of the time I can be with you,” said Mel. He said that he would ask Gary at work that day if he would object to having me go with him - that is if I wanted to go. Well, you know my answer. Of course I wanted to go. So Mel got together with my husband, and my husband was agreeable. I really did not expect my husband to agree to my spending three nights with my lover, but Gary assured me that evening that he did not mind if I wanted to go. That surprised me. Gary had not been too keen on my accompanying Mel on that weekend rip earlier; and whenever he had to be gone overnight or longer to get cars he would not allow me to have Mel come over.
Mel made all the arrangements the next day. The trip would be the following week, leaving on Tuesday and returning Friday. Gary volunteered to take his vacation time to stay home with our sons, but my sister agreed to take my boys for the four days.
Preparing for my trip was so exciting. I thought of Mel, but I also thought about my wonderful husband. I am a very lucky wife to have such a kind and loving husband who is truly interested in pleasing his wife.
when he got in bed it was a good sign that he would make love to me. I had long ago ceased trying to initiate love play with him unless he was in a very receptive mood for sex play. That seemed to be coming less and less frequent until I began having sex with Mel. If my husband was not in the mood for sex there was nothing I could do to encourage him. I would have preferred more intimacy, but not necessarily intercourse. After Mel became my lover my husband did want sex a little more often, and he started spending more time in intimate fondling and love play. The sex that followed was better sex, too. Gary knew that he could have me almost any time he wanted. I never refused him, even if I did not have the desire.
One thing did change after Gary gave me permission to have sex with Mel. After I did have sex with Mel he always wanted to know everything Mel and I had done in our bed, but he never touched me down below after I had sex with Mel. I was extra glad of that when I did not use my diaphragm, which I did whenever possible. When Gary would get in bed with me after my extramarital sex activity with Mel I almost always pretended to be asleep. Gary would feel the washcloth between my legs, but that was all. But soon he began remaining in bed for a while after the alarm went off in the morning to ask me the inevitable questions about my previous evening activity with Mel. While we talked he would explore me down below. Sometimes we would have a “quicky”. With very little foreplay he would move onto me and enter me. It was not very exciting or arousing, but I never stopped him or complained. Usually he would thrust quickly until he ejaculated, but sometimes he would just do a little quick thrusting before pulling out and rushing into the bathroom. He was very unpredictable. I never tried to stop him, but I certainly never encouraged him, either. I had to hurry to fix his breakfast before I had my shower. I think I liked him better if he did have an ejaculation. He seemed to be more talkative at the breakfast table.
One nice thing that Mel did during our lovemaking I really liked, and I tried to get Gary to do it, too. After Mel and I had completed the sex act he would always hug me and fondle me gently. As soon as he had another erection he would often enter me again, usually lying alongside me and lifting my leg over his. We would lie in that position for a long while until it got too tiring for me. I really liked lying there that way. I told Gary how much I liked it, so he tried. It was okay, but he would soften so quickly and could not remain joined to me. I did appreciate his effort, and it did make our intimacies more enjoyable.
Although some of the thrill of illicit sex was now gone, it did have some good consequences. A couple times on Gary’s poker nights Mel would take me out to dinner, bringing me home just in time for Gary to leave for his game. Although I would never allow my husband to watch me in bed with my lover, I did start kissing Mel openly in front of him if our sons were not present. Sometimes Mel went a little farther than merely kissing, and my husband seemed to approve. He would even utter words to Mel, egging him on. I did tell my husband a couple times to watch his language. I did not care for his words and expressions.
One Saturday night Mel took me out to dinner. After attending a play at the university , which Gary would never do, Mel took me into his condo. His sister was gone, but his mother was in her room. We kept our voices down, and Mel made much less noise while we were having sex than he usually did at my house.
My husband had persuaded Mel to take some pictures of us together nude. Very reluctantly I had agreed, but I did not expect Mel to take such intimate and revealing pictures as he did. First Mel took some snapshots of me lying on the bed; and then I took some photos of him. Next came some close-ups of my pudendum. Contrary to my wishes he took some photos of his penis entering my vagina. The most disgusting photos were taken with me on my hands and knees, with Mel’s semen leaking out of me. I was sorry I ever agreed to be photographed, but I guess I did owe it to my husband.
Mel did not bring me home until well past midnight that photography night. My husband seemed happy that I had such a wonderful evening, and he said that he could hardly wait to see the pictures Mel’s sex organ penetrating me. I was shocked and dismayed at his words. Obviously he had known in advance that Mel was going to take some very revealing pictures of our lovemaking that evening. How could he condone such a nasty thing? Contrarily, I hoped that something would happen to Mel’s camera, and that he would be unable to download the photos to his computer.
As usual, Gary wanted all the details of my night out, and as usual I never lied to him. But of course I did not tell him everything, either.
The next time Mel came over he brought copies of the pictures he had taken in his bedroom. Many of them were too disgusting, and I did not care to look at them. The one picture I did like was the full-body picture of Mel that I had taken. My husband let me keep that picture for myself. The most revolting picture that I wish I could have destroyed showed me on my knees, with Mel’s semen seeping out of my vagina. Gary went crazy over that disgusting picture. When Mel took that photo I was unaware that I was “leaking” like that. It was a very undignified photo, and I wanted to destroy it. I am happy to say that I managed to destroy most of those pictures. Gary never knew until they were long gone.
Gary had asked me several times about the size of Mel’s sex organ, and I had told him the truth every time. He had never believed me until he saw those pictures. “You were telling me the truth,” he remarked. His “cock” is no bigger than mine. I always thought that black guys had bigger “cocks” than us whites. I actually figured you liked him just for his big tool. He stared at one picture that showed Mel’s scrotum. “I think he does have bigger ‘nuts’ than mine. I’ll bet he pumps twice as much sperm into you as I do.” I had to agree with him, and I wanted to say something, but I thought it best to keep such observations to myself.
I did get upset over comments my husband made at one of his poker games. I had been having sex with my lover for about eight months when the wife of one of the card players visited me. She told me that at a recent card game at her house my husband had told the players that I had a black lover who came over quite often to make love to me. I did not know what to say. I had known the woman for several years, but we were not close friends. She went on to tell me about an affair she had with a black man when she was in college, and how she liked it so much. I admitted that I had a black lover, but I told her very little. I did yell at my husband that evening for shooting off his mouth. He only laughed, and said he did not think it was any big deal. “Every guy at the games says his wife has screwed some other guy. I’m different. My wife only fucks blacks,” he smirked. I thought it was very crude and callous to air such intimate details of our sex life. I would never dream of telling stories about my perfidy to any acquaintances.
I told Mel what that woman told me. He assured me that he had never mentioned our relationship to anyone. When he was at the card games with my husband he had never heard my husband mention anything about my sex life. After we talked about it, Mel did admit that he had mentioned to acquaintances that he was fucking a married white “cunt” with her husband’s permission. He insisted he never mentioned any names, and that he never would. I wanted to believe him, but I know how men like to brag.
One evening soon after the photography incident I heard some words from my son that almost caused me to break off our relationship. Mel was playing with my boys as usual before chaperoning them to bed. He had barely returned to me when Ian called out for Mel. Mel headed to the boys’ bedroom and I followed behind. Ian said as he giggled, “We want to ask you something, Uncle Mel. It is a secret. We don’t want our mother to hear it.”That was followed by more giggles. When he said that it was a secret I was very curious, so I stayed outside the room and listened.
Both boys were now giggling loudly. Then I heard Ian say, “Are you going to fuck our mommy tonight?” Then the giggling really got loud. There was a long pause before I heard Mel’s voice. “Well, do you want me to?” was Mel’s reply.
“Yes!” Two voices shouted in unison. Mel hugged each of the boys again, then came out with a big grin on his face.
“Well, now I have the whole family’s approval to screw you,” he remarked with a broad grin. I think I gave him a disdainful look. I told him that Ryan must have told Ian to say that. I am sure that Ian, who had just turned four, had no idea of the meaning of the word.
That night, for the first time, Mel brought up the dreaded word - PREGNANCY. He had used that word a few times, but it was especially disconcerting to me that night. It was the eighteenth day of my cycle. I should have put in my diaphragm, but I had decided to be daring. Anyway, Mel brought up the subject by saying that maybe he should help my sons get a baby sister. “I am sure they would approve if I ‘knocked you up,’ he said. “They have given me approval to sow my seed in you, and I think it might be nice to let the seeds sprout. It would all be part of the family.
We did talk about pregnancy for quite a while. Gary and I had been talking recently about trying to have another baby. We both wanted a girl to complete our family. And we now felt we could afford another baby. We had tentatively decided that after Ian started school we would try to have another baby. Of course, Mel would not be in the
picture for that.
I did not want to tell my husband about Ian using the “F” word that way, but I decided I better. It did not bother Gary nearly so much as it had me. We did make one change, though. Instead of coming at eight o’clock, Mel began arriving at nine. A couple times he was still there when Gary returned, but usually he was gone long before
midnight.
One Friday evening Mel took my sons and me to a puppet show sponsored by a charity organization for underprivileged children. He invited Gary to go with us as a representative of his company, but Gary did not care for activities like that. Mel was a big donor to it, and he told me that most of the donors were black businessmen. Most of them are or were athletes. Many of them and their wives or girlfriends were there helping out.
I was struck by the number of white women married to the black men. Several had their biracial children with them. Mel introduced me to a few of the men and their white wives. He told them I was a friend. I was glad that he did not call me his girlfriend.
One man had played football with Mel in college. He had two pretty biracial daughters about ten or twelve, and his wife was obviously pregnant again. He patted her belly and said, “She’s got a boy in there this time.” It made me shudder. That guy did ask Mel if he was going to make me his wife. He leaned closer to Mel and whispered, “You need some kids, Mel. You gotta make a black baby in your woman.” I had to turn away. That man’s words and smirking smile sent chills all through me.
On the way home I remarked to Mel about all the biracial couples. He said that white women like black athletes. “They like that big bat and the heavy balls they’ve got to play the game of love with.” He laughed as he patted my abdomen. “Wouldn’t it be nice to grow a black baby in there?” he teased as he patted me again. I broke out in goose bumps. I started to say something, but my boys were all ears.
Gary had to occasionally go out of town to repossess or pick up vehicles. One week he flew to Iowa with a couple other employees to pick up buses. He gave me permission to go out with Mel Saturday night if I could find a babysitter. He said that he did not want me to invite Mel to spend the night with me in our bed, but he did not say I could not spent the night with .Unknown to me he told Mel the same thing. Well, Mel called and asked if I would like to spend the weekend with him at a fancy resort a couple hours drive away. He offered to pay for a babysitter for the entire weekend. I asked my sister if my boys could stay with her and their cousins. I told her that Gary’s employer would pay her to babysit the boys. I did not go into details, and she did not ask. She knew that some extramarital adventure was involved.
Friday afternoon I took the boys to their aunt’s, and Mel picked me up later for the drive to the resort. We had to stop for dinner, so it was almost ten o’clock when we reached the place. Mel was visibly tired, and he told me that he almost called to cancel our trip. We went down to the spa and sat in the warm water. That felt so good, and it perked up Mel. We did have to endure a lot of stares and disapproving scowls from the guests. They were mostly older people, and they did not like to see a white woman with a black man.
Mel was perfectly content to lie in bed and let me be in charge. We did some hugging and kissing, but not so much as usual. I don’t believe he touched me down below until we had a long goodnight kiss. I don’t know what possessed me, but feeling Mel’s flaccid member pressing against my back caused me to reach around and play with it. Well, soon it was very turgid. In that nice position he managed to enter me from behind. If felt so good. I was content just to feel his male member in me, and soon I was asleep.
Mel still did not feel too keen in the morning. We lay in bed cuddling and kissing for at least an hour, not being in any hurry to arise. We did have sex before we left the bed, but Mel definitely
was not at his best that morning.
We went horseback riding that morning. That was the first time I had ever been on a horse, except on the merry-go-round. Mel was a good rider, and he tried to help me. We had to have a lady accompany us. She was not too friendly toward me - I wonder why?
After a delightful swim Mel felt much better. Once back in our room he was his real self. We just lay on the bed joined together for about an hour, cuddling and watching TV, before Mel brought me manually to an orgasm. Then he had his orgasm in me. “No sense wasting all that good sperm when I have a delicious receptacle to put it in,” he joked. I did not appreciate his choice of words.
That night the spa was very crowded. We went into the sauna, which was quite an experience. I was the only woman with six men. Two of the men were naked. They had obviously been drinking too much. One of them made a lewd remark implying that I liked getting my pussy filled with black “pussy juice”, and they speculated that I might already be pregnant. I had to drag Mel out of there. He was ready to fight all five of those guys.
While we were drinking in the bar later four of those men from the sauna came in and sat at a table near us. After our second drink Mel stood and said loud enough for those guys to hear, “Okay, Honey, let’s go up to our room so I can fill you up with some black ‘pussy juice’.” He smirked at those men as we walked out arm-in-arm. I was smiling at them, too.
It was a wonderful, relaxing night. I did not have to worry about any distractions, which really helped. And after we had both satisfied each other it was time to sleep. After I finally rolled over to go to sleep Mel asked in a whisper, “Dee, can I park my meat in your pussy for a little while? It felt so good that way last night.” I was glad to let him do that. After he entered me I think I was asleep in two minutes
I awakened a couple times when I felt Mel moving very slowly and softly inside me. His soft movements awakened me a couple times more, but I returned to sleep immediately. Finally his somewhat deeper thrusting awakened me once again. Then he pushed in hard and
had his ejaculation. I squeezed his hand to let him know that I was aware that he had given me more of his seemingly inexhaustible supply of semen. I looked at the clock. It was almost two o’clock. Mel had been joined with me for well over two hours. What a man! My husband did that occasionally, but he always fell out in less than fifteen minutes. It was wonderful.
By morning my period had begun. I was two days early. When I informed Mel and mentioned that I was early he laughed and said it was due to his deep drilling inside me during the night. Maybe it
was true. Anyway, no more fun for Mel. I do not have sex during my period - period. I know that many women do, but I never have and I never will.
Mel always called me the day after we had sex to thank me and tell me how much he appreciated me. The only times he told me that he loved me were when we were having sex, and then he only uttered those words a few times. However he always thanked me before he left my bed. Usually a day or two later he would send me flowers and candy for the boys. A few times he gave me a nice gift or a gift certificate. He had very good taste, and every jewelry gift was very nice. I did not like to have him buy me intimate clothing. I preferred a gift card so I could buy my own. I never liked to have Gary buy me underwear, either, but he used to do that for Christmas.
About six weeks after we had spent that nice weekend at the upscale resort Mel called to give me some intriguing news. He had to go to a business meeting in Las Vegas. He had been given a three-night package, complete with airfare and accommodations, for him and his spouse. Of course he had no spouse, but he wanted me to accompany him. “I only have to make a couple appearances at meetings, so most of the time I can be with you,” said Mel. He said that he would ask Gary at work that day if he would object to having me go with him - that is if I wanted to go. Well, you know my answer. Of course I wanted to go. So Mel got together with my husband, and my husband was agreeable. I really did not expect my husband to agree to my spending three nights with my lover, but Gary assured me that evening that he did not mind if I wanted to go. That surprised me. Gary had not been too keen on my accompanying Mel on that weekend rip earlier; and whenever he had to be gone overnight or longer to get cars he would not allow me to have Mel come over.
Mel made all the arrangements the next day. The trip would be the following week, leaving on Tuesday and returning Friday. Gary volunteered to take his vacation time to stay home with our sons, but my sister agreed to take my boys for the four days.
Preparing for my trip was so exciting. I thought of Mel, but I also thought about my wonderful husband. I am a very lucky wife to have such a kind and loving husband who is truly interested in pleasing his wife.