Back then
Back then
Looks like we will have a good weekend, I told my wife.
“Yes we will” the wife replied back.
The wife and I are both into civil war history and reenacting. I represent the Confederate militia and she is a common housewife at a southern homestead. In other words we looked poor, no fancy uniforms or fancy hoop skirts. Clothes that a poor farmer and his wife would wear. We picked this because it does represent what our distant relatives looked like when they fought in the war and were at the homefront.
While I am on the battlefield enacting battles the wife loves to cook the old fashion way with a cast iron dutch oven on a tripod over coals from a wood fire.
After the battle the spectators would come by your tent to see how people lived back then. They would ask you questions and it was fun to teach a little history about the civil war.
One thing about the outside cooking is it does smell good.
I noticed this young black fellow was checking out our tent setup and my wife’s cooking. I could see he was very hesitant to come over so I did what any southerner would had done. I invited him into our camp setup.
I shook hands with him in front of our flag pole with the Confederate flag.I then asked him if he would like to try some of my wife’s cooking.
He gave a big smile and said yes.
The wife fixed him a plate of stew she cooked. She handed it to him and I could see he was still taken back by the gesture.
The wife then fixed me and her plate.
We all sat at the table. Since no more skimmishing for the day I offered a beer to our guest as I had one in my hand. He took it and said thanks.
Stan, the black fellow, was a college student studying American history. He told me he went to the different camps to see how the groups were. He wants to join a group but being a poor student and talking to the Union Army coming up with $2000 for a rifle, uniform, and all the other stuff he will need was out of his price range. Besides he did not get a you are welcome here feeling talking to them.
I told Stan why don’t he join up with me. I could lend him one of my rifles, my wife will fix up some clothes for him and he can stay at our tent if he wants to.
“A black Confederate militia member?” Stan asked
Not really common but yes they had a few back then. Just don’t get caught by the Yankees because they will execute you on site I told him.
After a couple of beers in all 3 of us Stan did relax and said he will join us. My wife gave him a big hug, which took me aback, and told him she is glad he is joining us.
Stan said he has to go but will be back tomorrow. I told him to wear some old looking pants and leather work boots. I will lend him everything else.
After he left the wife still had a smile on her face.
“What are you so happy about? Got your eyes on our new recruit? I asked her
My wife’s name is Donna. She is just a little pleasantly plump. Her boobs do fill out her outfit but none is showing.We are both in our early 60’s.
“Don’t be so silly. I am old enough to be his grandmother “Donna said.
Well it was the way you hugged him. I bet he did feel some big old white grandma titties on him.I said laughing.
“Getting a little jealous “ the wife shot back.
Later that night as we were laying down next to each other we both were getting a little frisky.
I told her to give me a hug like she gave Stan
She laughed and said sure as she raised up her blouse and gave me a bare chested hug.
We then had sex in our tent. I can’t remember the last time we did it in a tent.
The next morning Donna was cooking breakfast. Stan showed up wearing old tan cotton pants and old leather work boots. He did have on a bright white t-shirt.
Now Stan is a tall guy and you can see he had no fat on his body. He is so dark I would lose him in the night if he did not smile.
Once Donna saw him she fixed him breakfast.
After eating I told Stan to go with my wife in the tent and let her pick a shirt out for him. I also told him he would have to ditch the t-shirt.
“You want me to go in the tent with your wife and remove my t-shirt?” Stan asked
Go ahead. I don’t think she would mind. It’s not like she never went to a beach before I told him.
Donna did open the flap on the tent. Stan went end. Donna winked at me as she let the flap close. I could barely see in the tent, Stan did have his tshirt off and Donna was helping him put on a old ragged out shirt. She stood in front of him on her tippy toes hold out the shirt when she lost her balance dropping the shirt falling her chest into his bare chest.
Stan quickly did a bear hug on her rolling a little back to keep her from falling.
“Thank you Stan,” my wife said as Stan slowly released her.
Stan came out of the tent . I gave him a musket and we practiced how to load, hold and fire. He picked up on it quickly.
We did do a battle. Stan said he did not know how much fun this could be. He was hooked.
Stan thanked me . He went back in the tent to change out the shirt. Donna said she was going to help him.
After he came out of the tent we talked about he could come over to our house next weekend to learn more and Donna could measure him to make him a set of clothes.
Is that okay with you Donna? I asked.
Donna nodded yes and said “Be sure to come early so I can fix you a big breakfast”
Stan helped us pack up the tent and camping gear. He left.
We got home and unloaded everything. We were tired but Donna wanted both of us to bath together. No way I was going to say no.
We both got in the tub. I was behind her, my hand grasping one of her fat breasts. We were just soaking there.
You know I saw you trip and fall into the bare chest of a young black man. I said as I was pinching her nipple. But the best part was you sure don’t know how to fake a trip I said laughing.
“You saw that? You are not mad or jealous? I just wanted to flirt a little.”my wife said.
I took her hand and placed it on my hard dick.
She turned around and looked at me laughing.
“I guess we are at the age where we have to take our cheap thrills any way we can,” she said.
You can say we both are comfortable with our relationship and our bodies to be a little more risky when another person is around, I responded
Did you press your titties flat against Stan ? I asked as I was playing with hers
Yes I did . I had never been that close to a shirtless blackman before. I got so excited I could have fucked you in the tent as soon as Stan went outside.
Would you had prefer to fuck Stan instead I asked as I started to finger fuck her.
All Donna could say was to go wait for her in the bedroom. She came out wearing a sexy outfit and a blonde wig. She pushed me down on the bed and turned on the TV which is hooked to the internet.
“ I am going to play your favorite porn video site” she said
Up on the screen “Blacks with Blondes” web site came up.
She scrolled to a video. “This is the one that I like. I know you like it too because you have been going to this video for the past year and downloaded it.” my wife said.
The video starts off with a mature white couple sitting in a living room. There sits a young blackman in a chair by himself. The woman gets up and her husband unbuttons her blouse and pulls her bra off.She walks over to the young blackman. She leans over to him so he could pull her titties out. He starts sucking on them as she presses her breasts harder into his face. Of course they end up fucking in front the husband.
“I now know why you got me this blonde wig. You picture me as the blonde hair wife fucking the young black stud” said my wife.
I was busted.
Donna got on all fours facing the tv. I got behind her and fucked her doggie while we both watch the interracial porn. She camed fast followed by me.
We were spent.
Seems you and I have the same dark secret.
“ i guess we do. Today having interracial sex is no big deal but back when we were young it was taboo. Then we got married and now life is passing us by.” Donna said.
It does not have to be that way I said.
We fell asleep.
Saturday morning was knocking at our doorstep with Stan. I let him in. Donna came out wearing a robe and a sleeping gown. She did fix us some breakfast.
After breakfast Stan and I plan on going outside.
“Wait, I have other plans for Stan,” my wife said as she grabs Stan by the hand and leads him to our spare bedroom.
I follow behind. Once in the bedroom my wife pulls off her robe. You can see she is braless. She faces Stan and bends over a little so he can get a view of her fat titties. She paused for a second then reached over to the dresser pressing her tits against him.
Stan responds by lightly cupping one breast and starts to place his head down into her breast.
“There it is. My measuring tape “ Donna said.
Stan's head went straight up and his hand dropped from her breast.
“Gee Stan I don’t know why you stopped. I was beginning to enjoy it.” my wife said.
It's okay Stan. Donna likes to flirt and I am okay with it. Just get used to it. Just enjoy it and give her a little something to talk about I told Stan.
Stan did say she had him going.
Donna did take all of Stan’s measurements. She was all over him touching every part of him. When it came to measuring his waist she got on her knees eye ball to his semi awaking black cock hidden in his pants.
The best part was when she measured his inseam. She placed the tape about where his cock started, ran it down the side where his cock was, pushed in the tape at the end of black cock head , with her saying 11” and then down to his feet for the true inseam measurement.
My wife then came back up making sure her breast rubbed good at the 11” mark. She stood straight up to Stan where this time Stan did take my advice and slightly rolled both nipples over her nightgown.
“If you keep this up I will never get around to making your uniform. Go outside and play with my husband.” Donna replied.
Once outside Stan and I talked.
‘You seemed not to mind what your wife was doing to me, ' Stan said.
It has been many years since she openly flirted with another man in front of me. She used to do it to get me jealous but it never worked. It did how ever made our sex good between us. It was like foreplay before we had sex I told Stan
“I am foreplay for you to get some,” Stan said laughing.
It's a little more than that. We are much older now and do need a little more spark to get things going. Besides you are a young, handsome black fellow something she never ever got the chance to experience. She is curious how it would be like to be in the arms of such a person. I said.
“Hell I gladly make the sacrifice for you,'' Stan said laughing again.
We finished up outside.
When we go inside, be prepared for some jungle fever coming from my wife. Go as far as she wants to go. Don’t worry about me. Maybe she will be satisfied with just a little taste of Jungle fever I said
“I am going to be honest and mean no disrespect. I will end up fucking your wife” Stan said.
I know. I find it pretty erotic the idea of my mature white wife riding a young black stud. You can fuck her but only I can make love to her I said
We get inside. I did lay out the cards on the table to Stan giving him the go ahead to fuck my wife. It is up to Donna now.
“ You two boys need a shower. Honey why don’t you let Stan use the master bath shower. It has enough room to fit all three of us” she laughs
She grabs a hold of Stan and leads him into the master bathroom. I follow.
Stan does not wait for Donna or me to leave to start disrobing. Donna reaches into the large all glass multi spray shower and turns on the water.
Before he steps into the shower he faces my wife showing her a very large black cock waving in the air. It looked bigger than the 11 inches she measured. Maybe because now it’s fully hard. Donna reaches over and strokes it as she licks her lips.
Stan steps into the shower. Donna looks at me waiting for a sign from me.
I give her a deep french kiss as I remove her clothes. Now completely naked my wife joins Stan in the shower.
My wife stands in front of Stan with her naked white body. A young black stud is about to touch her nakedness for the first time. They embraced in a heavy kiss with my wifes fat white breasts being squeezed hard against Stan’s bare black chest. They were being so squeezed so hard you can see them sticking out the sides of her chest.
She reaches down and strokes a hard black cock and rubs it against the opening of her pussy for the very first time. She does not insert the black cock head into her pussy yet.
They break away and start soaping each other up laughing. I join in now as Stan and I both soap up my wife and she is stroking both of us.
My wife turns to me. She grabs Stan’s huge black cock and again rubs the head against her pussy lips. But this time Stan was having no part of just a little pussy rubbing on his cock. He rams it deep into my wife.
With lust in her eyes she said no not in me but she pumped up against Stan as she started to french kiss me hard. I camed in my hand as I was kissing my wife while she got fucked for the first time by a young black stud.
Donna camed hard on Stan. I had to hold her up to keep from falling. I waited till Stan shot his black sperms in my wife before telling them to go fuck in our bed.
Stan carried my naked wet wife into our bedroom kissing her the whole way. He dropped her in the center of our bed. My wife laid on her back opening her legs telling Stan to fuck her again. Stan climbed on top as she grabbed his black cock and this time she inserted it into her pussy. They were fucking hard.
As much as I wanted to watch I decided to let them two fuck by themselves for the rest of the night. I am sure I will get plenty of other opportunities to watch.
Looks like we will have a good weekend, I told my wife.
“Yes we will” the wife replied back.
The wife and I are both into civil war history and reenacting. I represent the Confederate militia and she is a common housewife at a southern homestead. In other words we looked poor, no fancy uniforms or fancy hoop skirts. Clothes that a poor farmer and his wife would wear. We picked this because it does represent what our distant relatives looked like when they fought in the war and were at the homefront.
While I am on the battlefield enacting battles the wife loves to cook the old fashion way with a cast iron dutch oven on a tripod over coals from a wood fire.
After the battle the spectators would come by your tent to see how people lived back then. They would ask you questions and it was fun to teach a little history about the civil war.
One thing about the outside cooking is it does smell good.
I noticed this young black fellow was checking out our tent setup and my wife’s cooking. I could see he was very hesitant to come over so I did what any southerner would had done. I invited him into our camp setup.
I shook hands with him in front of our flag pole with the Confederate flag.I then asked him if he would like to try some of my wife’s cooking.
He gave a big smile and said yes.
The wife fixed him a plate of stew she cooked. She handed it to him and I could see he was still taken back by the gesture.
The wife then fixed me and her plate.
We all sat at the table. Since no more skimmishing for the day I offered a beer to our guest as I had one in my hand. He took it and said thanks.
Stan, the black fellow, was a college student studying American history. He told me he went to the different camps to see how the groups were. He wants to join a group but being a poor student and talking to the Union Army coming up with $2000 for a rifle, uniform, and all the other stuff he will need was out of his price range. Besides he did not get a you are welcome here feeling talking to them.
I told Stan why don’t he join up with me. I could lend him one of my rifles, my wife will fix up some clothes for him and he can stay at our tent if he wants to.
“A black Confederate militia member?” Stan asked
Not really common but yes they had a few back then. Just don’t get caught by the Yankees because they will execute you on site I told him.
After a couple of beers in all 3 of us Stan did relax and said he will join us. My wife gave him a big hug, which took me aback, and told him she is glad he is joining us.
Stan said he has to go but will be back tomorrow. I told him to wear some old looking pants and leather work boots. I will lend him everything else.
After he left the wife still had a smile on her face.
“What are you so happy about? Got your eyes on our new recruit? I asked her
My wife’s name is Donna. She is just a little pleasantly plump. Her boobs do fill out her outfit but none is showing.We are both in our early 60’s.
“Don’t be so silly. I am old enough to be his grandmother “Donna said.
Well it was the way you hugged him. I bet he did feel some big old white grandma titties on him.I said laughing.
“Getting a little jealous “ the wife shot back.
Later that night as we were laying down next to each other we both were getting a little frisky.
I told her to give me a hug like she gave Stan
She laughed and said sure as she raised up her blouse and gave me a bare chested hug.
We then had sex in our tent. I can’t remember the last time we did it in a tent.
The next morning Donna was cooking breakfast. Stan showed up wearing old tan cotton pants and old leather work boots. He did have on a bright white t-shirt.
Now Stan is a tall guy and you can see he had no fat on his body. He is so dark I would lose him in the night if he did not smile.
Once Donna saw him she fixed him breakfast.
After eating I told Stan to go with my wife in the tent and let her pick a shirt out for him. I also told him he would have to ditch the t-shirt.
“You want me to go in the tent with your wife and remove my t-shirt?” Stan asked
Go ahead. I don’t think she would mind. It’s not like she never went to a beach before I told him.
Donna did open the flap on the tent. Stan went end. Donna winked at me as she let the flap close. I could barely see in the tent, Stan did have his tshirt off and Donna was helping him put on a old ragged out shirt. She stood in front of him on her tippy toes hold out the shirt when she lost her balance dropping the shirt falling her chest into his bare chest.
Stan quickly did a bear hug on her rolling a little back to keep her from falling.
“Thank you Stan,” my wife said as Stan slowly released her.
Stan came out of the tent . I gave him a musket and we practiced how to load, hold and fire. He picked up on it quickly.
We did do a battle. Stan said he did not know how much fun this could be. He was hooked.
Stan thanked me . He went back in the tent to change out the shirt. Donna said she was going to help him.
After he came out of the tent we talked about he could come over to our house next weekend to learn more and Donna could measure him to make him a set of clothes.
Is that okay with you Donna? I asked.
Donna nodded yes and said “Be sure to come early so I can fix you a big breakfast”
Stan helped us pack up the tent and camping gear. He left.
We got home and unloaded everything. We were tired but Donna wanted both of us to bath together. No way I was going to say no.
We both got in the tub. I was behind her, my hand grasping one of her fat breasts. We were just soaking there.
You know I saw you trip and fall into the bare chest of a young black man. I said as I was pinching her nipple. But the best part was you sure don’t know how to fake a trip I said laughing.
“You saw that? You are not mad or jealous? I just wanted to flirt a little.”my wife said.
I took her hand and placed it on my hard dick.
She turned around and looked at me laughing.
“I guess we are at the age where we have to take our cheap thrills any way we can,” she said.
You can say we both are comfortable with our relationship and our bodies to be a little more risky when another person is around, I responded
Did you press your titties flat against Stan ? I asked as I was playing with hers
Yes I did . I had never been that close to a shirtless blackman before. I got so excited I could have fucked you in the tent as soon as Stan went outside.
Would you had prefer to fuck Stan instead I asked as I started to finger fuck her.
All Donna could say was to go wait for her in the bedroom. She came out wearing a sexy outfit and a blonde wig. She pushed me down on the bed and turned on the TV which is hooked to the internet.
“ I am going to play your favorite porn video site” she said
Up on the screen “Blacks with Blondes” web site came up.
She scrolled to a video. “This is the one that I like. I know you like it too because you have been going to this video for the past year and downloaded it.” my wife said.
The video starts off with a mature white couple sitting in a living room. There sits a young blackman in a chair by himself. The woman gets up and her husband unbuttons her blouse and pulls her bra off.She walks over to the young blackman. She leans over to him so he could pull her titties out. He starts sucking on them as she presses her breasts harder into his face. Of course they end up fucking in front the husband.
“I now know why you got me this blonde wig. You picture me as the blonde hair wife fucking the young black stud” said my wife.
I was busted.
Donna got on all fours facing the tv. I got behind her and fucked her doggie while we both watch the interracial porn. She camed fast followed by me.
We were spent.
Seems you and I have the same dark secret.
“ i guess we do. Today having interracial sex is no big deal but back when we were young it was taboo. Then we got married and now life is passing us by.” Donna said.
It does not have to be that way I said.
We fell asleep.
Saturday morning was knocking at our doorstep with Stan. I let him in. Donna came out wearing a robe and a sleeping gown. She did fix us some breakfast.
After breakfast Stan and I plan on going outside.
“Wait, I have other plans for Stan,” my wife said as she grabs Stan by the hand and leads him to our spare bedroom.
I follow behind. Once in the bedroom my wife pulls off her robe. You can see she is braless. She faces Stan and bends over a little so he can get a view of her fat titties. She paused for a second then reached over to the dresser pressing her tits against him.
Stan responds by lightly cupping one breast and starts to place his head down into her breast.
“There it is. My measuring tape “ Donna said.
Stan's head went straight up and his hand dropped from her breast.
“Gee Stan I don’t know why you stopped. I was beginning to enjoy it.” my wife said.
It's okay Stan. Donna likes to flirt and I am okay with it. Just get used to it. Just enjoy it and give her a little something to talk about I told Stan.
Stan did say she had him going.
Donna did take all of Stan’s measurements. She was all over him touching every part of him. When it came to measuring his waist she got on her knees eye ball to his semi awaking black cock hidden in his pants.
The best part was when she measured his inseam. She placed the tape about where his cock started, ran it down the side where his cock was, pushed in the tape at the end of black cock head , with her saying 11” and then down to his feet for the true inseam measurement.
My wife then came back up making sure her breast rubbed good at the 11” mark. She stood straight up to Stan where this time Stan did take my advice and slightly rolled both nipples over her nightgown.
“If you keep this up I will never get around to making your uniform. Go outside and play with my husband.” Donna replied.
Once outside Stan and I talked.
‘You seemed not to mind what your wife was doing to me, ' Stan said.
It has been many years since she openly flirted with another man in front of me. She used to do it to get me jealous but it never worked. It did how ever made our sex good between us. It was like foreplay before we had sex I told Stan
“I am foreplay for you to get some,” Stan said laughing.
It's a little more than that. We are much older now and do need a little more spark to get things going. Besides you are a young, handsome black fellow something she never ever got the chance to experience. She is curious how it would be like to be in the arms of such a person. I said.
“Hell I gladly make the sacrifice for you,'' Stan said laughing again.
We finished up outside.
When we go inside, be prepared for some jungle fever coming from my wife. Go as far as she wants to go. Don’t worry about me. Maybe she will be satisfied with just a little taste of Jungle fever I said
“I am going to be honest and mean no disrespect. I will end up fucking your wife” Stan said.
I know. I find it pretty erotic the idea of my mature white wife riding a young black stud. You can fuck her but only I can make love to her I said
We get inside. I did lay out the cards on the table to Stan giving him the go ahead to fuck my wife. It is up to Donna now.
“ You two boys need a shower. Honey why don’t you let Stan use the master bath shower. It has enough room to fit all three of us” she laughs
She grabs a hold of Stan and leads him into the master bathroom. I follow.
Stan does not wait for Donna or me to leave to start disrobing. Donna reaches into the large all glass multi spray shower and turns on the water.
Before he steps into the shower he faces my wife showing her a very large black cock waving in the air. It looked bigger than the 11 inches she measured. Maybe because now it’s fully hard. Donna reaches over and strokes it as she licks her lips.
Stan steps into the shower. Donna looks at me waiting for a sign from me.
I give her a deep french kiss as I remove her clothes. Now completely naked my wife joins Stan in the shower.
My wife stands in front of Stan with her naked white body. A young black stud is about to touch her nakedness for the first time. They embraced in a heavy kiss with my wifes fat white breasts being squeezed hard against Stan’s bare black chest. They were being so squeezed so hard you can see them sticking out the sides of her chest.
She reaches down and strokes a hard black cock and rubs it against the opening of her pussy for the very first time. She does not insert the black cock head into her pussy yet.
They break away and start soaping each other up laughing. I join in now as Stan and I both soap up my wife and she is stroking both of us.
My wife turns to me. She grabs Stan’s huge black cock and again rubs the head against her pussy lips. But this time Stan was having no part of just a little pussy rubbing on his cock. He rams it deep into my wife.
With lust in her eyes she said no not in me but she pumped up against Stan as she started to french kiss me hard. I camed in my hand as I was kissing my wife while she got fucked for the first time by a young black stud.
Donna camed hard on Stan. I had to hold her up to keep from falling. I waited till Stan shot his black sperms in my wife before telling them to go fuck in our bed.
Stan carried my naked wet wife into our bedroom kissing her the whole way. He dropped her in the center of our bed. My wife laid on her back opening her legs telling Stan to fuck her again. Stan climbed on top as she grabbed his black cock and this time she inserted it into her pussy. They were fucking hard.
As much as I wanted to watch I decided to let them two fuck by themselves for the rest of the night. I am sure I will get plenty of other opportunities to watch.
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