She's Got Needs Ch. 01

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School teacher finds new pleasures with open husband.
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Part 1 of the 4 part series

Updated 09/22/2022
Created 06/03/2007
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Suzanne Baines

Journal Entry 1 – July 17

NOTE: Characters based on "I Got Needs" series.

This is my first entry in what I am calling my "Adventures Journal." I have a lot of mixed emotions right now. On one hand, I am very nervous and uncertain about where my new lifestyle is all leading to. On the other hand, I haven't been more excited and sexually satisfied in all my life!

Background: I am 27 years old, married for about five years. I am a high school Band teacher. For the first year of our marriage, my husband and I enjoyed intimacy very much. As fate would have it, though, we got pregnant with our first child during that first year. Once our child was born, my sex drive went downhill fast.

I was never sure why, and I felt guilty many times for not being "in the mood" when my husband was. And the only times I'd have an orgasm was when my husband would perform oral sex on me. I never experienced a true "vaginal orgasm," as I had heard they were called. There were things I "suspected" as reasons. For example, at the time, my husband was unemployed, and he was what I felt pretty significantly overweight. But he treated me like a princess, and our friends I'm sure thought we were a very happy couple As it turns out, there was an additional reason I was not satisfied, but I didn't know that yet.

Last March, my life spun into turmoil. One of my students, Jose, apparently had a crush on me, and after school one day, made a pass at me. Our lips did actually touch because his approach was so fast, but I immediately pushed him away and told him that, while I was flattered, this was not what I wanted. He seemed to understand, left the classroom, and that was that. Or so I thought!

My Principal got a security camera still shot of the kiss. I'm sure he also saw how quickly I pushed Jose away, too. But he apparently ALSO had an "approving eye" for me. He used the photo to blackmail me into being his mistress. He told me he'd send me e-mails with the subject "IGN" in the subject line whenever he felt "the urge." I was so upset, but didn't know what else to do. I figured that if I went to the authorities, I'd still be embarrassed and have to explain that photo. I could lose my family, certainly my job! Looking back, I guess I still should have not agreed to the terms of the blackmail. But at that time, I just felt stuck. So I went along with it, and my boss essentially "had his way" with me twice before he got in trouble for doing this to another teacher. The news never came out about me and him, thankfully.

However, during our second session, we were spied by Jose, who himself took pictures with his cell phone camera, and used them to blackmail me! So now I was in a double blackmail! I agreed to have sex with him—just once—to get him to drop it. Imagine my surprise when he had invited his cousin, who was a former student of mine, to join us! But still, I went along with it, and when it was over, Jose and his cousin agreed to help me end my nightmare with the Principal. But they had to get assistance from the school's Head Custodian, Jason, to let them into the Principal's office during a weekend. I should not have been so surprised by this point that Jason said he'd help if I had sex with HIM, right then & there, and in front of Jose, who of course couldn't help but to "join in." So now I had had sex with four men who were not my husband; two of them twice! I was in such a mess, I just didn't know how I was going to move on after this.

Ultimately, it did all work out, but I was forced to confess everything to my husband when he discovered the confiscated photo of me and Jose. It was very difficult, but we worked through it. He asked me if I had "enjoyed" the sex. I wasn't sure how to answer him, because I had, in fact, had true vaginal orgasms with all of them. It also so happened that all of them had larger penises than my husband did. I knew that was part of the reason I had been dissatisfied sexually. When it was all said and done, my loving husband said he forgave me, and wanted me to be satisfied. He suggested we "spice things up" by adding more well-endowed men into our sex lives. It took some long, hard thinking on m part before finally agreeing to give it a try.

Fast forward to earlier this month. Up until that time (and since April), I had only had sex with my husband. Though my husband kept suggesting we try our new agreement, I just hadn't been "ready."

We drove up to Las Vegas for the holiday weekend. Being a teacher, I was off for the summer, and my husband took a few days off. We left our young children with my husband's parents, and left for what would turn into a very adventurous weekend! Though at the time, neither of us knew what lie ahead.

Knowing that my husband would want to be intimate with me over the weekend, I trimmed my pubic hair nicely before leaving home, and packed some sexy lingerie to make it a little more special.

On our second night on the town, my husband had taken me to see one of the more "racy" shows in Vegas. It was pretty graphic, to my surprise. It was about a young "privileged" woman who was curious about the "gangsta thug" lifestyle in the wrong side of town, and wound up having sex with several different men throughout the show, and culminating with a big "gangbang" with each of the men, at the same time. I had had a couple of drinks beforehand, and the buzz along with the visual stimulation was getting me rather horny! As we walked back to our hotel, my husband asked what I had thought of the show. I told him it had made me want to attack him when we got to our room! He chuckled, and then said, "What if we asked someone else to join us?"

I answered, "What? You mean, like, a guy?"

"Yeah," he smiled.

I honestly wasn't thinking about that, but given my looser inhibitions at that moment, after a few moments of walking silently, I said, "OK. But how do we find this guy?"

He said, "Well, let's just look in our hotel's casino for starters."

I thought that was a pretty good plan! There had been this man there, a little older than us, who I had seen several times there already, and I thought he was quite attractive. He was a muscular black man, bald, and he reminded me of one of my favorite actor-hunks, Vin Diesel. I wondered if we would find him, and if he would agree to join us. I was extremely nervous, but also very excited!

Sure enough, once we had walked around the casino area, I spotted him. I pointed him out to my husband, and said, "What about him?"

My husband looked him over and said, "Sure. Let's go meet him."

The butterflies really began to fly inside of me as my husband took me by the hand and led me over to where the gentleman was sitting, at an indoor coffee shop. He was sitting by himself at a booth, reading a magazine while nursing a beer.

We sat ourselves down at a booth across from him. There was almost no one else in the restaurant at that time of night, so he noticed us as we sat down. We both smiled and nodded at him as we sat. I couldn't believe what I noticed—the man literally looked me up and down as we sat! He was checking me out! That was a good sign! I should not have been surprised. I was wearing a short black skirt and form-fitting sweater. I have very nice curves, so it wasn't the first time I had seen men giving me a second look that day. I was so excited, I whispered what I had seen to my husband. He whispered that he had seen that as well, and he asked me if I had noticed that he was reading the "escort service" ads in the local magazine. I had not! Another good sign!

My husband turned to him and said, "How ya doing tonight?"

The man smiled, "Pretty good. How 'bout you guys? You having a good time here in Vegas?"

My husband replied, "We sure are. Though we're wondering what that whole saying means about, 'What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.'"

We all chuckled, and my husband asked him, "Are you from here?"

"Yeah," the man replied. "I like to come in here and check out the 'scenery' from time to time, if you know what I mean" he added with a smile.

"Oh, I hear ya!" said my husband.

Our waitress brought us drinks we had ordered when we sat down. Then my husband pressed further with the ice-breaking: "I'm Tom, and this is my wife, Suzanne."

"Nice to meet you two," he said. "I'm Lamar," he smiled cordially.

Lamar didn't seem offended by our continued interest in him. In fact, the interest seemed mutual, although I felt as though he was smiling at me much more than he was at my husband. He asked us where we were from, what we did for a living, etc. He told us that he was a security guard for one of the shows in town. I should have guessed! He also told us that he was not married, but preferred it that way because he really "enjoyed" (he added with emphasis) the single life, again with a sort of "wink-wink, nudge-nudge" to my husband.

Then my husband made his move: "Listen," he said more quietly, leaning over towards Lamar. "I couldn't help but notice you looking at the escort service ads. Are you looking for some 'company' tonight?"

Lamar seemed surprised at that question, and I worried that my husband had gone too far too fast. I could feel my face blushing, and I looked down at my drink so as to not have eye contact with Lamar. To my utter shock, I heard the words, "Maybe."

Then he continued: "It depends on what you mean. If you're asking me if I'm bisexual, then the answer is 'No thank you.' But if you're just asking me to help you give your wife a nice evening, then yeah, I think I might be up for that."

Then he addressed me directly: "I couldn't help but notice how beautiful you are, Suzanne."

Now I was definitely blushing, but I was getting excited again. "That's very sweet of you, Lamar," I said gushingly.

My husband said, "I was inviting you to show my wife a good time. I'm not into guys, either, bro."

Lamar smiled and said, "That's good."

Lamar took out his wallet and put some cash on the table. "I'll meet you two in the lobby," he smiled.

As he walked away, my husband immediately took out his wallet and fumbled nervously with some cash. I noticed his hand was shaking as he put the money on the table.

"Hey," I said lovingly. "We don't have to go through with this if you're uncomfortable."

"No, no!" he insisted. "I can't wait!" he smiled.

I squeezed his hand and said, "Me either. Let's go." We stood and walked hand-in-hand to the lobby.

We spotted Lamar, nodded at him, and we walked to the elevators nonchalantly. When the elevator arrived, Lamar casually walked up and walked in with us. Amazingly, there was no one else in the elevator!

My husband said, "We have condoms, and I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist that you wear one, for everyone's protection."

"Hey, I got no problem with that," Lamar said as he continued to eye me up and down, adding, "It helps me last longer anyway."

I guessed he was imagining what I was going to look like out of these clothes.

"Mm, mm, mm!" Lamar sang. "This is going to be a great night," he said. We all just chuckled, not knowing what else to say.

Once we reached our floor, we walked down the hallway to our room. My husband fumbled for the key, finally found it, and we all walked in. That was a bit of an awkward moment, as no one was quite sure how to proceed. My husband noticed Lamar was wearing a jacket and welcomed him to remove it.

"May I turn on your radio?" Lamar asked.

"Sure," we both answered as I sat down on one of the two queen size beds.

Lamar fiddled with the dial until he found a Soul/R&B station. There was a slow song playing, with the singer talking about how he would touch his girl just right, how he would caress her, feel her, taste her...it was pretty darn sexy and was doing a great job of further dissolving any lingering inhibitions I might have had. Lamar then walked over to me and extended his hand, inviting me to dance with him. I stood and joined him, glancing at my husband as I did so. He nodded approvingly.

It wasn't long before Lamar was holding me tight against him, then squeezing my buttocks—first over my skirt, then UNDER it! I closed my eyes and rubbed my hands over Lamar's muscular frame, occasionally squeezing his tight muscles. It was all so mind-blowing! We were actually going through with this! When the song ended, Lamar invited me to climb up onto the bed on all fours, my head away from him. It was obvious he wanted a good look at my fluffy round butt. I was happy to oblige him! As my butt began to peek out from under my skirt, my black panties rode up the crack a bit. I normally don't like that feeling, but I knew it looked good to the "audience," and I also figured the panties wouldn't stay on for very long anyhow.

"Mm, you've got quite a fine ass there, Suzanne," he commented.

"You like it?" I asked flirtatiously.

"Yeah, I sure do," he said as he began to rub his hands over each cheek.

He then slowly pulled my panties down and began kissing my buttocks gently. My naked, trimmed pussy was now fully exposed to a stranger! It was all so titillating! I looked back to watch him enjoy my womanhood when I saw him move his face in closer to the crotch area, and I then closed my eyes in anticipation of the wonderful feelings I was about to experience. At first, he moved his kisses from my butt to my pussy. After a couple kisses, the then began "French-kissing" the lips back there, using his tongue and lips to separate them.

"Am I clean enough back there?" I asked, a little self-consciously.

"Mm-hm, just like a woman should smell," he answered. "Don't you worry about that. I'm lovin' it!" he added.

So I relaxed and let him continue, feeling my arousal building. I had almost completely forgotten about my husband by this point! Then I felt Lamar begin to insert one, then two of his large fingers into my ever-wettening vagina.

After a few minutes of vigorous oral and manual stimulation, I had an intense climax. As I was coming down off the orgasm, I rolled over onto my back to catch my breath, seeing Lamar smiling over me.

"You liked that?" he asked with a smile.

I returned the smile, still breathing hard, nodding my head affirmatively. Then I looked over at my husband, who was sitting on the other bed watching it all.

"What did you think?" I asked him.

He smiled broadly and said, "I think you need some more!"

I was glad he seemed to be taking this OK. Looking back at Lamar, I laughed and said, "Yeah, I think I need some more, too!"

"Well, I guess that makes three of us, then," he replied, bending over to kiss me deeply.

Then we continued our kissing, and he reached under my sweater to caress my bra-covered breasts.

I stopped the kissing briefly to say, "It's a front-clasping bra," for his information.

He smiled and said, "It is, is it? Well, let's check that out."

I sat up as he lifted my sweater over my head, exposing my black bra that matched the panties I had been wearing. He focused on the clasp, undid it, and slid the bra off my shoulders. Staring at my soft, medium-sized breasts, he smiled, "Nice..."

Then he gently caressed and fondled one while sucking on the other one. I tilted my head back, eyes closed again. It felt really good! "Mmm," I sighed.

Lamar continued his attention to my tits for only a couple minutes or so. Then he stood and took his shirt off. His muscles were a huge turn-on to me! I just had to have that hard body pressed tightly against my soft body! Then he unbuckled his belt, opened his top button of his pants, and let them slide to the floor. He then stepped out of them as I stared at the enormous bulge underneath his boxer shorts! I knew I was going to be filled to the brim tonight!

"You ready to see more of this, baby?" Lamar asked me.

I shook me head "yes" excitedly as I reached over and pressed my palm against the bulge.

It was huge, and rock-hard! I then took it upon myself to slide his boxers down. They hit the floor and Lamar stepped out of those, his gigantic lady-killer pointing straight at me.

"I think I need to feel your hot little mouth on my cock, Suzanne," Lamar said confidently. "Will you suck my cock for me, baby?" he asked rhetorically.

Normally, I hate giving blowjobs. It makes my jaw hurt, and I'm always afraid they are going to cum in my mouth (yuck!). But I knew tonight was special, so I leaned forward and opened my mouth to take him orally.

Lamar leaned his head back, hands on his hips, as I slid my lips over his monster. I had to open my mouth wide, but I was able to get it in without too much trouble.

"Ohh, Suzanne, that's nice, honey," Lamar sighed. "Now slide it in and out for me," he added.

I knew what to do. I licked around the shaft and head, slurped my mouth around it, in and out, then licked some more. Lamar seemed to be enjoying it.

"Aw, that's it, baby. Make it sloppy and wet," he breathed.

Then he put his hands around my head and began "pumping" my mouth. I was starting to get really nervous that he was going to explode.

Then, abruptly, he pulled out of me and said to Tom, "Where are those rubbers?"

I laid back on the bed, knowing what was coming next!

Tom rushed to the suitcase and dug through it to pull out our toiletries bag. He unzipped it and pulled out a condom, then rushed over to Lamar and handed it to him.

"Thanks," said Lamar with a chuckle.

I had to admit it seemed funny to me, too. Here was Tom, acting like Lamar's faithful servant!

Lamar began rolling the condom over his dick. We all suddenly realized that "one size" didn't necessarily "fit all" as the condom stretched really thin! I was afraid it was going to break! Lamar just did his best with it, then looked at me with a smile as he climbed onto the bed.

I spread my legs to accommodate his knees as he rolled on top of me. He was so heavy and solid! I was more than ready to take this man inside of me! I wrapped my arms around his back, and he leaned in to kiss me passionately. I was more than happy to return the kisses. Our tongues intertwined, I felt Lamar begin to shift his body, so that his penis was aimed right at my pussy.

Still kissing me, he slowly pressed forward. He was sliding in like a pro, and it already was feeling so good to me! I couldn't wait to have him all the way inside of me!

Lamar picked up the pace slowly, rocking me as I spread my legs wider and matched his rhythm, bucking up into him and squeezing him ever-tightly. He moved his kisses down to my cheek, my jaw, my neck, my ears, and back to my lips. It was so erotic! I felt his dick reach my g-spot with each thrust, and I pressed ever harder against him in sync with his thrusts. It wasn't long before we were really fucking! I could feel the orgasm building in me and I just began breathing hard through my mouth, eyes tightly closed, my arms tightly around Lamar's shoulders and legs gripping his back.

Then I had my second orgasm, and it was obvious! In fact, I was afraid it might have been obvious to the rooms next door as I shouted, "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Mm-hmm! Aah! Aah! Aaaaaaaaaaahhhh!"

Meanwhile, Lamar was getting close to climaxing himself. He had a real "angry" face, boring right into my eyes as he pumped ever harder. I just kept humping him back until his entire body tightened, then he froze, then fell on top of me as I felt his cock spasm inside of me. It kept going and going! I was so glad he was wearing a condom!

When he finally pulled out of me and stood up, I could see the semen reservoir sticking straight out at the tip of the condom, filled with hot white fluid. I was so relieved to see that the condom had not broken!

"Wow," I said in amazement. "That was a lot of cum!"

My husband commented, "It sure is! You really fucked my wife silly!"

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