The Genie Is Out Of The Bottle Ch 12

This short submission will dispel two myths and also recount a rather strange relationship my wife had with a good friend. As a reminder, these stories are all true accounts that are dredged from my rather photographic memory banks. They play back like so many video tapes and I attempt to capture them in print. I also would like the reader to realize that these are submitted under the Loving Wives heading. This is described as: Married extra-marital fun: swinging, sharing & more. If the subject matter does not appeal to you, WHY THE HECK are you reading this story? Anyway for the interested, here it is:

This happened during the first few years of our marriage, while I was still in the military and stationed overseas on Okinawa. This was after Bill had rotated back stateside and our second child was born. As I have described, we always had a group of guys hanging around our house. It was a respite from barracks life, a place to relax and socialize. One guy who joined the group was a guy from Chicago, nicknamed "Frenchie", who can best be described as a hustler.

He gambled, played cards and pool for money and had a few other money making ventures ongoing. He was a sharp dresser, well-groomed and a glib and charming talker. He was always a polite gentleman while at our house.

One "enterprise" he had going was using the military satellite communication system during not peak hours to let people talk to the States for a nominal fee. He would use our phone, which was an on base line, to call the radio communications station, who would patch a call through to the nearest US base to someone's home. They could talk for 30 minutes for $20. The radio operator got $10 and he would get $10. For the use of our phone, he would let Mona call her parents for an hour every two weeks.

Late one evening he was sitting on the couch talking with Mona. I was watching TV and not paying much attention to them. However my ears perked up when I heard Mona say, "I hear that all your underwear is custom tailored, is that true?"

"Yes it's true."

"And that they're all silk?"

"True again. I have them made in Hong Kong."

"Really? Let me see them."

At this point he pulled the waistband of his boxers up so she could see them.

She felt the material and then said, "I also heard they are monogrammed?"

"Also true."

"I wanna see."

"I can't pull them up far enough to show you, it's on the leg."

"Well then undo your pants so I can see."

"What?"

"Here, I'll help you." At which point she undid his belt and the button at his waist. He was a little dumbfounded at first, but when she pulled the zipper down he realized she meant what she said. He stole a quick glance my way but I gave no indication I was aware of what was going on.

"I still can't see." Mona said as she tugged his pants down his legs. She didn't stop until they were down to his knees. The contrast stitched "M" was plainly visible just above the hem on his right leg.

"Why is it "M", and not "F"?" she asked as she examined the monogram.

"Because my given name is Marvin."

At this point she leaned in close to his ear and I could not hear the conversation. However I could see she had her hand in his crotch. She looked at me and licked her lips with her mouth slightly open. This was a signal to find some place to go so they would be alone.

I got up and said I was going to check on the kids. From this point on, the details are from what she told me later. We were developing our open marriage/hot wife lifestyle and not having secrets was one thing we both agreed upon.

As she leaned in to whisper in his ear, she slid her hand up his leg inside his silk boxers. What she said was "And have you given this a name?" as she grabbed his cock.

He looked at her with surprise and stammered "No."

"From what I can tell, Junior wouldn't be right. Let's call him Mister Marvin!" "Is it true you all really want to fuck white women?" You see Frenchie was black and was the first black man she had ever actually known and become friends with. Southern girls didn't have much contact with "coloreds".

He was trying to figure out what was happening as she had his cock out and was stroking it with both hands. "I don't know, I've never even seen one." "What if Frank comes back?" "God that feels good." "You better stop before he comes back."

"Frank won't be back for a while. He is OK with me fooling around if I want to. I can't believe you've never seen a white pussy." With that she stood up in front of him and pulled down her shorts and panties. "Here's what it looks like. Like it? Go ahead and touch it."

As he reached out a tentative hand to caress her labia she kicked off her pants and spread her legs wider. He took the hint and started rubbing her slit, which caused her swollen lips to part revealing her wet pink opening. She sat on his thighs while he continued to finger her cunt so she could really work on jacking his prick.

When she had it as hard as it needed to be, she said "Slide down", and switched to the reverse cowgirl position and a simple "Put it in!" resulted in his cock being guided into her and as she felt his dick hitting her clit, she buried it into her hot wet cunt. It didn't take her long to have her first orgasm and he exploded in her snatch as she had her second one.

She said she had been fantasizing about doing him for some time. It was the ultimate taboo for a "proper" Southern girl. But it had taken her some time to actually start something. Since he was rather slim and only about 5'6" she was curious about all the "Black Bull" stories she had heard and read. She said his prick was shaped like her vibrator, with the head not any wider than the shaft. She also said it was about as long as her toy (8 inches) but a little thicker.

She came and got me after he left. I had been sitting in the rocking chair in the children's bedroom. She told me, in detail, what had happened and of course it got me aroused and led to a great fuck session.

She had spent some time post coitus convincing him it was OK for them to have sex without worrying about me going off. He said he could "dig it" and accepted an invitation to stop by as often as he could because she wanted to fuck him as often as she could. This brings us to the "strange" part.

Over the next few months every time he was at the house Mona would wear one of her house dresses with no panties on. When there was no one else around and the kids were occupied or in bed, she would unzip his pants, reach in and pull out his cock and say "Hello Mr. Marvin, ready for some more white pussy?" She would then start stroking his dick and of course got the desired result. She would hike her dress hem up to her waist, bend over whatever was handy (washing machine, kitchen table, couch arm) and have him fuck her. She also straddled him while he was sitting in a dining room chair. A few times he lay on the bed while she mounted him.

They had hot sex but not once did they get naked and get in the bed. A few times he would initiate the action by coming up behind her, lifting her dress and grabbing her ass. She would stop whatever she was doing and open her legs so he could have access to her snatch.

Because I worked nights I would rarely get to see the action, but I always heard about their fuck sessions. The first time I was an observer, it was so erotic to watch his cock act like a guided missile and disappear into her quim. He was at the perfect angle and height to smoothly penetrate her to the hilt. She was so ready and wet he went in with one stroke as her cunt grabbed his dick. The visual contrast of his very dark rod stroking in and out of her was also a huge turn on for me. They were completely oblivious to my presence even though I was a discrete distance from them. Some visits would accommodate more than one coupling and he always lasted longer the second time which afforded Mona the opportunity to cum four or five times.

The relationship only ended when he rotated back to the States. But the memories lasted a lot longer and talking about it spiced up our love making for quite some time.

Now for the myths that were debunked - "Once you go Black, you never go back". That was her one and only Black lover. "All Blacks are hung like horses". He was slightly above average but not huge. However "Size doesn't matter" is only true if she has never had a big cock. Because size does matter. But since I am only average I prefer "It's not what you have, but what you do with it." Guys with big cocks never have to say that.

But she certainly liked the sex and he always took her to orgasm, usually more than one. And it expanded our relationship by realizing I got almost as much sexual stimulation from her narrative of the trysts as I did observing or participating. This removed the requirement of physical presence and allowed her and me both to take advantage of sexual situations as we found them. This is the true definition of an open marriage/relationship. The freedom to enjoy sex whenever and where ever without fear of reprisals or recriminations is very liberating. You should try it!