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Date: 10/9/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: RBBL91, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

night. The wind streamed through the waving high grass, and every few minutes there was the sound of some animal in the distance. The full moon was surrounded by bright stars. "They are sexy." I said. "Are you . . . you are attracted to them too." He said. I remained silent a moment. "Yes," I said. "Ever since I was a kid, I've had this . . . this fascination with them. There's something about the way they act. So sexual." "Tell me . . . " his voice lowered - there was no one else around us, the tents were far way, and most of them were dark - his quiet tone was an invitation to deeper intimacy. "You're wife . . . what's it like to . . . watch her?" The reserve was gone. He wanted to know something that was terribly important to him. "It's like I'm watching her actually . . . become a woman . . . for the first time. Like something different comes alive in her." Michelle swung her eyes over towards me. "It was her choice . . . to have him." "Yes. She didn't tell me. I'm not even sure she knows which one it was." "Oh, she knows. A woman always knows," he said quickly. I wondered if this came from scientific analysis, or some personal experience on his part. He moved on. "Your son . . . has he had sex yet?" "No, I'm pretty sure he hasn't. He's dying to, though, I know he wants it." Michelle picked her head up. She whispered something in Claude's ear, and then settled down and looked at the fire again. The fire was dying, I could feel the cold spreading on my back. Claude said: ... "She wants to know . . . " -- he gave a little laugh -- "if he's . . . how you say . . . built?" I felt the chance of something, a prospect for Anthony in the question. Michelle was looking at me as I spoke. "Yes. All of the men we chose were very big. After a while we discovered we had a sense of how big a man was just by watching him. So he's big, very big for his age. Bigger than me." "But he has not had a woman yet . . . no?" Claude asked again. When I shook my head he bent down and nuzzled Michelle. He might have said something to her, I wasn't close enough to hear. She pushed herself up, she gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. "Good night." She said to me. We watched her walk across the camp to their tent. We saw her go inside the tent and light and light the flashlight, seeing the dark outline of her body on the canvas as she undressed. When her tent went dark, I said to him. "She's very beautiful." "Yes . . . yes she is." The fire was almost completely out. He was hunched over in the cold, seeming diminished by her absence. "I am so happy. We are only married two years." "You're very lucky, I said." He changed in her absence, as if when she was away he doubted that he did indeed have someone so young, so thrilling. "But I feel old, sometime. Sometimes I wonder . . ." He paused, looking at the moon. "I wonder if she is satisfied. She looks at other men. . ." I didn't know what to say, jealousy was something I never could relate to. ". . . she likes black men." Countless ...