Thank you for selecting my story to read. I'm Robin, a mature, bi woman. My stories are memoirs spiced with a kinky imagination. I am submissive by natural inclination in most relationships, sometimes very submissive in sex. If you like kinky mature Black women, I hope you will like my stories and comment on what you enjoyed and perhaps didn't. All feedback is welcome but don't make me beg. The act of begging is reserved for selected stories.
My Outer Banks series is the story of my life with Marjorie. The most recent story in this series, 'Outer Banks -- Road Trip 3' was published in March of 2023. This new story, 'Outer Banks - Road Trip 4' is a continuation of and perhaps the end of the Outer Banks series.
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From my story; Outer Banks -- Road Trip 3
Daniel was the only man Robin and I had been with in a threesome. He seemed to like rough sex, so I hoped we had not taken on more than we expected but everything changed when he asked us to let him watch.
Robin and I made love as though Daniel was not in the room and all he did was watch for a while and slowly stroke his cock. I was licking her when I felt him on me from behind, then in me. He was slowly fucking me with each stroke hitting the end of my body's available space. I could see that Robin was watching us move and I could sense that she was close. When she reached the end and moaned, I reach under him and like she had done tugged gently on his balls and I heard the same sound from him. As the moment ended, I felt a warm orgasm sweep through my own body.
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Daniel decided to stay with the ship when we reached port and continue his bicycle journey at the end of the sailing season. We said goodbye on the same dock where we had met. He promised to visit us at our Outer Banks cottage in the Spring.
Outer Banks -- Road Trip 4 -- Journeys End
We left Rockland and headed North to Camden as planned and then West into the Maine forests. Warm Autumn days and cool evenings. Walking forest trails and holding hands. Sleeping, spooning and in each other's arms. I was again deeply in love with Marjorie. We had been traveling for almost six weeks and I was really feeling the need for my beach and sand between my toes. One week and three campgrounds out from Rockland Marjorie reminded me of our original plan, "Rob, we should talk about going home. I know you want to, don't you?"
I did not reply but reached over as she drove and squeezed her hand. She knew.
"Well ok then, this evening we'll plan the route, and campgrounds along the way."
We drove quietly for a while and Marjorie surprised me when she asked, "Would you be ok with me wanting to meet Nishi?" Her question was unexpected and caught me unprepared to answer.
Sure, we had, very early on in this trip, talked about Nishi, a woman I met sometime before there was a Marjorie in my life, but I didn't expect her to remember or bring it up. Perhaps I was starting to feel a bit too sure of our relationship, but her question opened up old insecurity, so I just answered with what I was honestly feeling.
"I'm not sure. Do you mean us or just you?"
Marjorie was her usual unassuming, honest self, "When we talked about her a while ago you left me thinking she was a person I would like to meet. It can be the two of us or just me. I know you would like to see her again. I'm just curious about her."
I started to answer but stopped. Instead, I asked a question, "You mentioned when we first discussed her that you might try to contact her. Did you?"
I was a little surprised that Marjorie seemed oblivious to how uncomfortable this conversation was for me. Old jealousies were back. I knew Nishi to be a wonderful, beautiful, woman with a great personality and a gift for pleasing others sexually in unique ways and yes, I felt threatened.
On this RV trip, Marjorie and I had for the first time brought others to our bed, into our sex lives and I was still trying to understand what that meant to our relationship. My deceased wife, Beth's insatiable appetite for men in her sex life had left me with feelings of inadequacy.
Marjorie without realizing it was feeding my insecurity, as she answered my question, "Yes, and Nishi and I have texted a few times. No real conversation just a contact made and her saying she would like to see you again and perhaps spend some time with both of us."
Well, at least I made it into the conversation. I didn't know what to say so I tried to deflect, "That's great. Maybe she could visit us sometime. We could perhaps let her have the rental cottage for a weekend."
Marjorie, still oblivious, replied, "That's a great idea. It would be a fun weekend. We'll see what she thinks."
The conversation ended but it was not really over. What exactly does, "We'll see what she thinks" mean?
Meeting Daniel (see Outer Banks -- Road Trip 3) opened my eyes to a different side of Marjorie. I had only seen a strong, assertive, in-control Marjorie, the woman she was in bed with me. Marjorie had always taken control, dominating sex in a wonderful way with me, and was the same, as I had now seen her, with other women. She was, however, very different with men. We had only been together with Daniel but she changed to a very submissive, almost cock worshiping slut with him. I watched as she completely surrendered her body, her emotions, her very being to him, and whatever he asked sexually. This different Marjorie worried me. It was a repeat of what I had seen before, a woman so obsessed with a man's cock in her, anywhere in her, that she would do whatever was required to get it. It was my wife Beth.
We drove along for a while with music playing as I tried to write using my iPad. When we crossed the state border into Pennsylvania we stopped to eat and switch drivers. Marjorie must have suspected my concern with our earlier conversation because she said, "You know Rob, we never really talked about what we wanted in meeting Nishi. I'm not looking for anything physical with her so if I sounded pushy, I'm sorry. I like your idea of inviting her to visit us and just see what happens, but I don't really know her, and I don't feel it is my place to invite her. It's up to you. I'll leave it to you."
I replied, "Ok, thanks. I was feeling weird about it. Maybe I'm jealous for no reason. Let me think on it." Suddenly I was slightly more secure again. Someday, maybe I'll grow up.