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By *lianda OP Couple
over a year ago
london |
The thing that I know now is not just that I love ali fucking other guys, usually black guys, and that I love it if she cums hard and is fucked harder. The think i know now is that it is fine to love it.
I have often wondered about this kink. And when I do, i think back to when I was at university. I was a first year, but (lucky me) had just started going out with a very beautiful and sexy third year. It was also the late 1980s, so I was quite right on. This meant i was very careful not to see my girlfriend, H, as a possession. So when she said - a couple of months into our relationship - that before we had hooked up a guy had bought her a ticket for the annual ball. She said she wouldn't go if i minded, but he had paid already and that she would quite like to go if i didn't.
I was so into her, i didn't want to do anything wrong so i said of course, i didn't own her and she should go. She started to say 'nothing will happen' and i said - i know, of course, I won't even think about it.
Although maybe i should have done. The guy was a few years older than me, had been the year above H. He had left but was still living and working in Bristol. I hadn't met him, but had seen him at a careers event. He was a very tall, very smooth and well dressed, black guy.
H and I were more or less living together by the time of the ball, so i was there when she was getting ready. She was quite punky as a rule, so it was a huge change to see her dress up in a really slinky black dress with sexy underwear - possibly the first pair of really sexy black silk knickers i had seen someone wearing. i was hugely jealous, but trying so very hard not to show it. H even said that i didn't seem to mind and was really pleased i wasn't unhappy or jealous.
To cut a long story short, the bell rang, she kissed me and said i will be back late (it finished at 3) and went. I saw her get in his car (he didn't drink, which, at the time, i thought was weird!).
She didn't get back at three. Or 4. Or 5. This was all before mobile phones too. I was worried but we often ended up going on after parties to house parties so it was inconsiderate but not unknown.
the bell rang again at 6.30. I went to the door and opened it. H came in, but i saw him drive off, he had obviously waited until i opened the door.
H wasl a bit d*unk. Very beautiful. But quite dishevelled. No make up left. I started to say 'where have you ." and she just started to cry, saying 'i am so sorry'.
immediately, i started kissing her face, kissing the tears - i said don't be sorry, nothing to be sorry for, i said i didn't own you. i also realised i wanted to fuck her and i didnt really care about much else.
I was still kissing her face as we made her way to her bedroom. She started to say sorry again, i said there is nothing to be sorry for, i don't care, i don't own you, you don't need to say anything about it.
And she didn't. She didn't as i took off her dress and noticed she didn't have the silk knickers on. She didn't as i kissed her neck and breasts and put my hand between her legs to find her swollen and wet and sticky.
She didn't as she pushed my head down between her legs to make me lick her - which was almost too much for me as there was no doubt what had been happening.
We fucked. it was brilliant. But we never talked about it, that night or for the next 2 years that we saw each other - even after she had left and moved across the country.
it was the first time my girlfriend had been fucked by a black guy, the first time i had eaten another guys cum from my girlfriend's pussy (it was a different time!) the first time i had sloppy seconds.And we didn't talk about it. I knew that it had turned me on. Not only was i not angry, i really liked it. I loved lapping away at her when she smelt of sex with another guy.
But i didn't know that it was ok to be turned on. Which was such a loss. We could have had so much fun together - H was an exhibitionist and we had a few moments - one of them when she was going out with someone else and i was the other guy. But we could have had a lot of fun if we had known how much i was into her fucking this guy.
Still, if that is one of the things that started this kink for me, she has brought me (and ali) a lot of pleasure since!
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