Yes I am back to try again to write a story regarding my wife (now deceased) and her log book of the men she met during her life from 1950 to 1989.
Now I know that I am not a writer, so what I put into in print is what I found in her log books.
She recorded a lot of info about her meeting and sex with different men.
She had been really "brain washed" by her first black man and he did a real good job, so good that two different Psyco's could not break the hold he had on her. Each spent a year and got nowhere.
I would hope you understand her and her actions and enjoy reading what I try to put into print.
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As you know we moved to a town that had no black men, thus I went without a black cock for some time. Yes I got fucked by several white men and I emjoyed it but for some reason I wanted black cocks to suck and have fuck me.
After the Landlord's wife had her child as well as her daughter had her child I had only the hotel manager to fuck me now and then. Oh yes the two men that delivered furniture, from the store also fucked me, not very often.
One evening my hubby asked me if I'd like to go out for the weekend. My response as yes. So the next weekend we left our town and drove to a nearby town maybe a half hour away. As we drove up to the hotel we were going to stay at I saw several black men walking around and wondered if I might find one while we were there.
We checked in and sat for a few minutes before I asked
"Can I go out and do a little shopping?"
"Yes honey you may, I'll relax for a while then wait you in front chairs there."
I quickly washed up a little and dressed with a mid thigh skirt, and a blouse with only the top button undone, the blouse was a tight fitting and my nipples stuck out. I wore no other clothing.
Hubby smiled as I leaned over and gave him a kiss, then said
"Going to advertise a little, huh?"
I laughed at him "Might as well and see if I can find some black man to fill me."
I added "Is that OK tonight?"
"Yes honey see what happens."
I left the hotel and walked across the street to a clothing store to see what clothing they had.
As I looked around I noticed a black man also looking around at men's clothing, but out of the corner of my eyes I could see that he also was watching me. I slowly walked to the end of the row of women's clothing, that abutted against the men's clothing, and made sure he could see me. I slowly unbuttoned two more buttons on my blouse so that a good deal of my 38dd tits were exposed.
He was now standing next to me, and low voice asked "Is that all you're going to show?"
I turned to face him, smiled and answered
"If you want to see more you have to unbutton two more buttons and open my blouse."