Saturday, December 27, 2008

Second meeting with Nat

Once things settled back down after my discovering the phone, she got back on the black cock train. It took a while, and I think the fact of her seeing the U-haul boxes in the storage room in which to put her clothes and learning that I had been to the lawyer sobered her up. She has even tried to explain the why, and admitted remorse.

So we survived. But there are no more second chances, no tolerance for anything in the future. Other than that, things are fine and back to normal.

One of the things we’ve discovered is that there are subtle differences between the first meeting and a second meeting. The first meeting is all tentative, feeling each other out, taking care to make a good impression, a little extra effort. The second time is different, more relaxed, and the sex seems to be better as I think the lover knows he can be more assertive.

This time he was quicker to start. Kissing her for a few minutes, peeling her out of her clothes. They were both naked within five minutes of him coming through the door, and she had his big thick cock in her mouth almost as quick. He lay her on her back and fingered her with his long fingers, working his little finger into her ass as he did, causing her to come very hard, very quick, and very loud.

There wasn’t much foreplay. He knew what he wanted and she did two, and within six minutes or so he was pulling on a condom and crawling between her open legs. He slid inside her and just held himself there, and when she realized he wasn’t moving she arched her body up sliding his cock inside her, fucking herself against him from underneath, grinding her pussy against him with his cock balls deep inside her.
He pounded her, his balls popping against he flesh each time he rammed her him. She arched her back and he held her ass off the bed as he fucked her—and she was screaming in pleasure as she did, her gasps getting more rapid with “Oh God, Oh Godd, and a “Fuck me” through clenched teeth.
Her legs were wide apart as he fucked, but then he grunted, “Open those legs wide and let me take that pussy,” and she tried to open them even further. He picked up on her getting into the dirty talk and told her, “You like this big black cock inside you?”
“Yes, give it to me, give it to me now,” she grunted back.
He kept fucking her, and told her, “Take it like a good little slut”, which she greeted with more moans of pleasure. He pulled her knees up to her shoulders, still pumping and added, “You like giving your pussy away don’t you.”
“Yes, Yes, fuck me,” she answered, writhing underneath his strong fucking.
He started moaning and pulled out, stripped off the condom and spurted his cum onto her belly.
They rested a minute and she starts sucking him back to hardness. He pulls her over on top of him so he can eat her pussy and he begins doing it as she leaned back against his legs, which he had raised with his heels against his ass. He ate her like that until she came again, as she reached behind him and stroked his cock. He lowered his legs and she lay back, turning her head sideways and in a move that I had never seen in any porn movie she was on her back, with Nat eating her pussy, laying with her back against him, and turning her head sideways she too his cock in her mouth and began sucking on it.
They did this for a while, then she broke and got into a traditional 69, before he flipped her onto her back, turned her body with her head toward the top of the bed, and pulled her legs over his shoulders, her ass about 10” off the bed, and in that position he fucked her again, her pussy extending around his cock on his withdrawl. She came again.

We lay around for a few minutes and pull or clothes back on, and she puts on a shirt that if you look closely you could see a nipple though, and we walk to a nearby restaurant for dinner. She sat beside him in the booth. When she went to the restroom I told him that she enjoyed dirty talk.
We had more drinks, got back to the room and they striped each other again, even quicker. She sucked his cock, and he fucked her in several positions, on top, sideways, she gets on top, then him on top again and more dirty talking to her, calling her a dirty slut and tells her to take his big black cock and asked again how much she loves giving her pussy away. He came, took off the rubber and I gave him a marker, asking him to sign his work, he wrote “N was here” and drew and arrow down to her pussy.
I lay back in the chair, they remained entwined on the bed naked, and we all dozed off. She woke him up by sucking his cock a long time, and does it over and over, trying to get him to come but he resist, finally pulling her up beside him, and as she lay there intently staring at his cock he opened another Trojan XL, rolled it down his cock and moved toward her. She had already opened her legs wide and inviting, and he took the invitation, fucking her again until she came several times, he came in the rubber, and went to the bathroom to flush it.
He dressed and excused himself to go home, and my wife, still naked, finished the evening with a relaxed husband and wife fuck. As I moved over her to go inside her she said, “Be easy, I’m sore.”

Sunday, December 14, 2008

The Glitch

In this narrative of my wife’s hotwife transformation if you have followed this blog from the beginning you know that over the years she has been a housewife, a mother, a Sunday School teacher, a cheater. When we got into the lifestyle her third black guy got into her head and she entertained him in our home, in my bed (and in every room in our house) for a weekend—naturally without my knowledge or consent, without the benefit of condoms.

So I knew she had within her the ability to cheat, and the ability to look me straight in the eye and tell me she loved me and then lie like a dog. Not being a complete idiot (although that can be debated at times) I have long since stopped believing in an odd coincidence when things accidentally happen that should arouse suspicion.

I was answering the phone in her home office one day and hear the chime of a cell phone beep, as if a text message had arrived. She wasn’t there and had her cell phone with her, so I did a search and could find nothing. I dismissed it.

So it was with a bit of a shock that I was looking for some extra paper to the printer, went into her computer area, looked down to a bottom shelf and discovered a cell phone charger. It was to a Nokia phone—and we do not have Nokia phone, as I had bought her an LG just like mine because she liked mine.

I checked on the cord periodically and it didn’t change. I even placed the wire over the other in a recognizable pattern to see if it was used, and a few days later checked it and it had not. So I relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief.

A few weeks later we were on a long car trip that required overnighting en rough, and we had work to do and she asked me to plug up her laptop. I went into her backpack, looking for the powercord, and there was a Nokia phone charger cord. I looked at it a little too long, and she paused and said, “Oh, that’s just an old cord, I don’t know why that’s in there.”

I knew what it was, but then again I wasn’t certain. The deciding factor would be if the phone cord was missing at her computer station when I got home. And she was staying with friends for a few days and flying home, so I would be there a few days ahead of her.

So when I got home after a two day drive, before I did anything else, I went straight to her computer area, looked where the cord had been, and it was missing. I actually became nauseous. I spent the night figuring out what to do—and I had a few days to get it put together. My first thought was to have vehicle we have paid off, with the camper on it, and her clothes loaded in it when she arrived, have the locks changed, and just hand her the keys and wish her a good life

I went so far as to go to U-Haul and buy the wardrobe boxes, and went to my lawyer, told him the entire deal, and he advised to wait, give her the choice to give up the lifestyle and never transgress again. “A divorce is always messy—and expensive,” he advised. I knew I was too emotional to make a lucid decision so I followed his advice.

She picked up on my mental state without me saying anything, and when I picked her up she was aggressive. That is always her best defense, and it worked again. I had decided to take her stuff and dump it in the living room floor and go through it until I found the damn phone, but her attack derailed me. . “What’s going on—you’ve been weird all week, and if you don’t spit it out I’m not going home.” I told her about the phone, and she pulled it off, swearing that it was an old cord, she thought it went to her ipod and she had taken it by mistake, and had given it to one of our friends who had a Nokia phone while she was gone.

I believed. So you don’t leave if you believe the story do you? Never mind that I had convinced myself what I would do, how the emotional had worn down, how I lost a little more of love, respect, a little less marriage, a little less bond holding us together. But it was all a big mistake, due to my overactive imagination—and later I realized due to my very active and correct GUT.

I was going to take a shower but I don’t. I’m trembling. (Not shaking—trembling). I guess it happens when your whole life shatters right before your eyes. I went straight to her, ordered her to hang up the phone, and held the phone out.

“What is this?”

“You know what it is.”

“What’s going on?”

“The answer is right there in your hands,” she said. She was still talking to the guy she had come to our home when I was away.

She was belligerent right up until the moment I told her to get some of her clothes and get the hell out. She refused. She got shakier when I explain that I’ve already talked to our attorney, and that the boxes outside are for her clothes.

She asks if I’m willing to throw away 25 years over this. “Yes.” I answer.

She tells me she has no money, no where to go. “You should have thought about that before you did it.” I respond.

Then she gets weepy, cries, tells me she loves me, says she will make it up to me, and tries (for three days). Her idea of making it up is to keep things as they are.

I kept the phone with me. I had a few choice words to say when he would call. But he didn’t call. She tells me later, “But I didn’t see him again, I only talked to him.”

“Behind my back.”

“Yes, I’m sorry about that. I shouldn’t have done it.”

When I asked why he hadn’t called she said they had agreed that if she went three days without contacting him to not call anymore, that something had happened (like I had found the phone).

So where does that leave us? I’m pretty cold. We revisit the occurrence from time to time—and it ends with an invitation for her to go now if she doesn’t want to stay that I no longer care. I can take it or leave it.

I do love her, I do not want her to go, but it is a love that was at total infatuation, to unconditional love, to accepting the fact that she might go and fighting to keep her, to adjusting to the fact that I might have to live without her, to where I am today. I still have love, but it is far much less than it was. It is a realization that there are no more “another chances”. One more transgression will mean that we split. I won’t live with someone I can’t trust.

As I got into things I discovered that her lover/phone friend had told her a few days earlier that he was moving in with another woman--and her one response and defense is that it was only conversation. She described how he and we were in the same town on a trip, and he was begging her to meet him and she wouldn't without me there.

I was once told by a psychologist that we cannot control other people or what they do--we can only control our reaction to what they do. And in this case the decision has been made. She behaves herself or I'm gone. She'll have to play her deceit and lying games on someone else.

This happened a several months ago--and we have resumed playing with the understanding that the limit has been reached--and in the meantime we're enjoying it, and seem to have survived what had better be the last dishonest thing that happens related to this lifestyle, if our marriage continues.

Sorry for the downer tone of this post--but this is our real journey--not fantasy.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Black Cock Fix- Fifth Lover

After about 4-5 weeks she started talking about needing her “black cock fix”. One guy emailed in response to our swinger site ad, she responded, they talked on the phone, and we set it up to meet him in a nearby town at a large hotel with a bar.

He said he was over 6’4” and as we talked about it she said she hoped he was as big as his profile photos. If this were indeed the case this guy was porn star huge.

You on this quest for bigger cock?” I asked her the night before.

“Yes I am,” was her answer.

As we were fucking I talked to her about it, telling her she didn’t have to fuck him if he didn’t click as we had not talked too much with this guy and knew little about him.
“You don’t have to fuck him, you can always say no”.

“I know”, she answered, “but I’m going to fuck him.” That huge cock had her intrigued I surmised. This guy would be her fifth black lover.

She’s went for her standard pedicure and manicure, did her hair earlier in the week, and she bought a beard trimmer to make it easier for shaving her pussy. She has started squirting again which was a question after her bladder surgery, and her nipples have all but healed but are still tender, and she says she likes the rings now, adding that she get off on knowing there are so many women who aren’t pierced and couldn’t do it.

Visually I love the look of pierced nipples, especially hers, but I also love to suck on her nipples and the metal rings get in the way of that. They look better than they feel.

We met Nat in the hotel bar and he had only an hour and a half, so we had a drink and got comfortable and at her suggestion we went upstairs, and he didn’t seem to smile much, nor was he very talkative, but began chatting when I went for the second round at the bar. When we got back we went to the room, just chit chatting. She had worn a open weave nipple showing top under a black blazer that she kept buttoned.

When we walked inside the door he immediately started stripped naked before even kissing her, and unveiling a huge cock even larger than the photos. I mean a cock as large as her Sean Michaels dildo, and the largest cock I’ve ever seen. He started kissing her with her remaining fully clothed, and she had removed her blazer when she came into the room, and as they kissed he lowered the straps off her top and slid it off her shoulders, exposing her breasts, kissing her for a while and then she sat down on the edge of the bed and eagerly started sucking his long cock. As she did he leaned over and untied the back of her top and removed it, and unzipped the back of her skirt, and she stood partially off and slid her skirt down her legs without stopping sucking him.
He pulled her up to kiss him and immediately dove his hand inside her white thong and began fingering her while they kissed. He fingered her and rubbed her clit without breaking their kiss, and she slid her thong half way down her thighs and he took his cock and rubbed it against her bare pussy, all the while still kissing,
After a while she sat down on the bed again and sucked him, with him leaning way back with his cock thrusting far out and he pulled her up and laid her back on the bed and dove into her pussy, and she started moaning instantly. She was very turned on and into it. He had her gasping when he moved higher, sucking her nipples and sliding his fingers into her again, and as she did she wrapped her legs around him, and he slid back down to eat her pussy, with his hands on her nipples, until she came like that and he then moved higher stradding her face, presenting his cock to her lips that she eagerly started sucking, and then moving to the edge of the bed with her head hanging off, sucking him, while he reached behind her and fingered her again to another orgasm. He held his cock up and put his balls down to her mouth which she licked and sucked, stroking his cock with her hand while she did. Then he got up and walked over to his pants, opening a Magnum XL condom and rolling it down his cock.
“Do you need some lube or anything?” he asked. She just laughed, touching herself.
“You think I need lube?” He climbed on the bed and grabbed her hand and moved it to his cock for her to guide him inside her, which she did. He moved gently inside her in three thrusts, each one getting deeper before he started fucking her for real. She winced at some of his deeper strokes and he eased off, then he turned her on her side, one leg down, the other around his arm, and was able to go all the way into her without pain, rolling her on over with both legs down and popping her ass a couple of times.
“She was exhaling a burst of air, with an occasional soft, “yes”.
“Want me to fuck that pussy for you, fuck it good?”
“Yes, fuck it,” she answered. He was grunting some as well, and she began encouraging him, “Yes, fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy.”
She was all but screaming from this fucking, loving it. He rolled her to her knees and fucked her doggie style, then flat on the bed with her face down with his cock still inside her, and then he lay back and put her in reverse cowgirl, facing me, and as she fucked he was playing with her breasts, and telling her, “Take it, give it to me, come on my cock”, and in this position she has a massive orgasm, squirting everywhere, and the broke for a rest.
Without leaving the bed he put a new condom on and lay her back on the bed and mounted her missionary style, pounding her hard now, without causing any pain, harder, and then he stopped, pulled out and began dick whipping his cock against her clit, and she started coming again, little orgasms and he put his cock in her again, their bodies making a pop, pop, pop sound when their flesh hit, eliciting grunts, saying “yes, Yes, Yes,”.
He said in a low voice that he didn’t think I could hear, “You like this black cock?” And she answered “Yes, Oh yes.”
As he was fucking her he told her “Take it, take it” and asking her after getting up from her sucking his cock, “You like that don’t you?”
“I love it” was her response. When it came time to come she told him she wanted him to come on her, so he pulled out, stripped off his rubber and moved his cock over her mouth stroking it. “I got something for ya,”he said, stroking his cock.
She opened her mouth to take it, and his first spurt hit half in her mouth and half on her cheek, the second spurt she took in her mouth, then half closing her mouth half way and squeezing his come to the front she moved up and put her mouth on his cock.
“Oh God,” he said.
“Oh God,” she gasp back as his come poured into her open mouth, sliding her hands down the shaft and pulling his come into her mouth, and backing away, her stroking his cock as he came over her chest and boobs. He sighed, moved away as she rubbed his come over her breasts. She looked up with a wide smile on her face.
“Wow, that was intense,” he said.

Friday, December 5, 2008


We wrote (at her suggestion) Sam, the man who took her black cherry, and met him at a suite hotel, having to upgrade because the bed area was really tight. He came in, we sat, had some wine, and talked for a while. She was wearing a short jean skirt and a cowl neck blouse that was very low cut. She started kissing him, and he moved his hand inside her top.

She had not told him about her pierced nipples, and he seemed amazed at them. They kissed for a while long, he played with her breasts, and he pulled to top aside to expose both breasts and took them in his hands, his thumbs on her pierced nipples, pushing the rings up, as she unbuckled his pants and holding his cock kissed him for a while more and she leaned over started sucking him. After some moaning by both of them he stood up with her and they both stripped themselves. He touched her and she obediently put her on the couch with her knees on the seat, her head on the back, in a great doggie position with him standing behind her. He started fingering her, and started to fuck her that position but he wasn’t really hard, and when she noticed she took his hand and lead him upstairs to the bed.

Once there she told him he had to use a condom (which is obviously a big problem for him) so he did, with protesting, commenting several times about the two cameras I had set, and when I went downstairs for wine I just sat down and waited for a while.

When I came back up the stairs with the wine glasses in hand he was inside her pumping away, fucking my wife, her knees on his shoulders, pumping her hard and she was uttering a grunt every time he rammed home.

When I moved to the side with the camera, he lost his hard on again. We gave up and went to dinner and when he went to the restroom she told me that she wasn’t going to make him use a condom, that it was affecting his fucking.

When we got back he took a bit of Viagra, they both stripped off and got on the bed together, cuddling, naked, her white body against his dark black one, their legs intertwined, and she started stroking his cock slowly, caressing I guess more than stroking, until the sap started rising from the Viagra and he got hard. This time she rolled to her back, spread her legs wide as he moved between them, sliding his bare cock into her and fucking her like that for long minutes. He started on her missionary style and he pulled out, his cock wet and glistening from my wife's juices, and stepped off the bed. She knew what he was wanting and without asking moved to her hands and knees, her ass sticking over the edge of the bade, and he moved behind her and stroked her again, pulling her hair back as he fucked her. He fucked her like this until she had come a couple of times, and then he rolled her to her back an crawled between her legs. As he was fucking her he told her, “I want to cum inside you” and she told him back, "I want your cum inside me," and that was all it took as he just started coming. She kept bucking back against him, her back arching, and moaning, until he collapsed. They cuddled for a minute and he quickly dressed and let himself out.

She was laying there naked, fresh fucked, and I stripped off my clothes and climbed on board. He could not have been back to his car when I lay down and she straddled my cock with no foreplay, her pussy wet with her juices and his come, and she asked me how I liked sloppy seconds and I stared talking back to her about her pussy filled with his come and how my come was going to fill it too, and she was rolling and in an orgasm as I did, and I came quicker that I anticipated, a draining come and she just lay there on top of me for a while before she rolled to her side and the movement pulled me out of her.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

The Beginning--AGAIN--retrospect

To my dismay I have just discovered that this blog does not keep ALL posts -- and deleted the beginnings of this journey. (I guess it rotates after a few months or something). However I do not think it is possible for a blog reader to understand where we're going if you don't know where we've come from. So I am going to repost my original opening paragraphs for this blog, which does start at the beginning.
I think I will open a "Prelude" to this blog for anyone who does want to start at the beginning. Meanwhile here is the opening blog posts from Day 1


“Ten toes up, ten toes down, two bare asses going round and around” The punchline to an old joke, but it is a rough paraphrase of the scene in front of me. Underneath the rising and falling black male ass are two long tanned widespread white legs, knees pulled up to her shoulders. Between those spread legs I can see her very swollen pussy lips parted by his condom-encased cock, glistening with her moist juices as he withdraws. Her pussy moves, seeming to cling to his cock with every thrust in and out.
I could close my eyes and know when he thrusts in, because at the depth of every stroke there is a soft grunt, and then an audible “ahhhh” as he withdraws a little, along with an occasional whimper or an “Oh god, I love it.”
I am there, watching this scene, standing behind a video camera.
The white woman underneath this well hung black guy, the woman moaning in pleasure from the strong fucking she is receiving, is my wife of many years. And she is fucking like this with my full knowledge, consent—and encouragement.

This is a long way from the young girl I met in high school and was the first man (boy at the time) to enjoy the pleasure of making love with her.

How she (and we) journeyed from that na├»ve, inhibited, straightlaced teenager to what, by her own definition, is today a “bona-fide slut for black cock” is the purpose for this blog.

We are from a small town where if our lifestyle choices of today were known it would be a scandal—so we must be discreet. But frankly we enjoy talking about the hotwife/interracial lifestyle or those who want to be in the lifestyle. Maybe we can accomplish that with this blog.


When I first saw her it was love and lust at first site. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen and I wanted her so bad. I pursued her, even to the point that when I asked her to go steady she told me she was seeing this other guy—and she had to see him one last time before she would go steady for me. If that was what it took to get her, then that was what I was willing to do.
In conversations on dates she revealed that she hated clothes, and wished everyone could run around nude. I had found my perfect mate, I thought, because I did know after sneaking out my Dad’s Playboys that I wanted a beautiful woman like the ones in the centerfold who didn’t mind being naked! And she was on that level.
We dated for years during high school and had no had other sexual partners. I popped here cherry in the front seat of my Dad’s car while some friends of ours were making out in the back seat.

We broke up eventually, only for a couple of weeks, and I vividly recall walking into a dance late, catching a glimpse of her back as she walked out the door to leave (early) with another guy. It was obvious they were going to parking and making out—and since she and I were fucking I was absolutely racked with the painful idea of her fucking someone else, just to see what someone else would be like, and I immediately pursued her and got her back. She had not fucked him—as she said, girls did such things on first dates in those days. We married just out of high school.
I was insecure about my hold on her, and worried that at some point some other guy might take her away from me. My gut told me that. Years later she would tell me, “Well honestly I just married you to get out of a bad situation at home. I didn’t love you then. But I love you now.” Another time she told me, “I thought I would stay with you until someone better came along—but they never did, and not I love you.” But I’m getting ahead of my story.

My remedy for my insecurities was to be jealous, critical of anything she wore even remotely revealing, and going to great pains to insure that she wasn’t alone with other men and therefore able to become intimate with them and drift away. Of course as a beautiful woman she fought it, as she had always been a terrible flirt and loved teasing.

She did dress modestly though. I was just young and stupid—especially in getting along with the opposite sex.

We did not have a lot of sexual experience, but that didn’t mean we were not sexually curious. With me taking the lead we got into me taking photos of her, eventually getting to the point she would let me photograph her nude with an self-developing camera and not throw the photos away immediately.
We would fuck and video ourselves, we would try to make our own pornos with her in a wig and me in different clothes for different scenes, I would tie her up and fuck her, and in my own mind thought this was making up for our lack of other partners. I went so far as to blindfold her, using some pillows, and with a realistic dildo construct a makeshift dummy in the floor and have her ride it with the dildo inside her while she sucked my cock.

I was searching to unlock the place that was hiding the young girl who told me she hated clothes back in high school. I tried having her read Penthouse letters, but she would usually find one that turned her off, and she would stop reading and get angry, so I took to photocopying the ones that turned me on, assuming they would turn her on. Later I learned that some of the anger she expressed at me was anger at herself for being aroused by it. But understanding that would come much later too.
I though it was a safe way to live out my sexual fantasies and desires. I wanted her to open up sexually—I felt there was a sexy, slutty side she was holding in that I desperately wanted to see her let out. But with me alone.

Through all this I didn’t see that she was feeling guilt, insecurity of her own, and going through her own mental headgames which would later be diagnosed as chronic depression. At the time she was blaming me for all the bad feelings she had, and I couldn’t see it. A lot of the anger she felt was directed at me for my actions – by the role playing, the toys, the stories, I was the force behind the cause of the arousal—then the guilt.

We later learned what she was doing is called “passive aggression.” Every new sexual thing we tried would get her pussy pouring. But once she realized her body had revealed she was turned on to the idea , she would turn off mentally. Especially if I liked the idea.

With that as background I saw a talk show about women’s fantasies, which were described as a triad being a woman’s number one fantasy. So I asked her. She said yes. And instantly I had a new theme for our role playing and pornos to buy.
Our business was struggling, we were both working in it and had a huge stress load otherwise, and in her passive aggression mode she thought, “Well if that’s what he wants this is what he will get.”

She was nearing 30, and had remarked that I had robbed her of her dating life by only dating her during high school and marrying so soon.

Part II
As I said she is a beautiful woman, and flirty, and through business she met a guy who was a player, and she responded to his attention. In her frame of mind at that time she was basically a piece of pussy looking for a place to get fucked, and it happened. He seduced her with very little resistance on his part. She later told me she listed a long list of reasons she shouldn’t, only one or two reasons she should, and she went ahead and did it anyway.

She met him for a drink at a local bar on the other side of town. They just talked, but when she was leaving in her car, stopped waiting on traffic, he pulled up behind her in his truck, and got out, walking toward her. She lowered her window and he leaned in the window and kissed her. She thought that was romantic.
She started meeting him in an isolated spot in the woods off a local park, where they were making out, getting further each time of course, but they had not fucked. Then one day as they were fondling each other she told him, “I want you.”

A few days later when I was out of town he called in sick, she put the kids in day care and went to meet her lover. She was apprehensive, but determined to go through with it. As he took her clothes off she said she worried that her boobs would be big enough to please him, and had all these insecurities. He ate her pussy. Her insecurities faded quickly once he got his cock inside her. Without a rubber. He fucked her on her back, quickly, and she lay there with him, cuddling, and then rose up, sucked him back to hardness, and straddled his cock with her boobs hanging down in his face, till he came in her a second time.

He fucked her so hard that she bled a bit onto the sheets, his wife called about the time. They noticed her leaking, and he freaked. He was trying to wash the sheet and dry it out with a hairdryer. They decided not to use his house again.

The next time he borrowed a friends house (I was in town this time), and fucked her on his friend’s bed. They got naked, he got his cock inside her and was pounding her hard enough that some glass bottles on the headboard fell on the bed nearly hitting her in the head, but they were interrupted by a delivery man before they could cum. The interruption spoiled the moment. They got dressed and left without starting up again.

The next time she waited until I was out of town and with the kids in day care fucked him in our den, in my favorite chair, with her legs pulled up to her shoulders, he on his knees in the floor, and really got her off. By then, after four fucks, she was really letting go that time, eager, willing, and wanting to give him the best fuck he’d ever had. She said the sex that time was great.
A couple of weeks later she knew where he was supposed to be that night, I was out of town, and she went a club to surprise him and she did, she caught him with another woman (other than his wife). She got even more depressed after that, and the next few years made my life a living hell. On the way out she wrote “asshole” in the dust of his car window.

She was not through with him yet though. A couple of years later she calls him, they start talking more on the phone, and one day he mentions a store he will be going to. She meets him, goes out into his van, and starts to give him a blow job. A woman walking by looks in the window, and it interrupts them, but not for long. He gets out of van, asks if he can help her, she gets in her car and leaves. He gets back into the van and she finishes sucking him off. A few days later she fucks him at our house again, in our bedroom, in our bed.

Every time she fucks him during the day that night is one of her most aggressive that she is with me sexually. When she fucks him she fucks me as soon after as possible, she later tells me. She’s fucking two men only hours apart.

Then one night he is supposed to come by our house when his night shift job ends, when I am out of town, and spend the night with her, with our kids in the house, coming in after they have gone to sleep. She is supposed to leave the porch light on if it is ok. Late that night she has her hand on the light switch and comes to her senses, and says to herself that this is crazy, and she leaves the light off. She has learned that his wife is pregnant. He doesn’t call back and the affair fades away.

There is a time lag of about three years between the episodes, so she never really quite got him out of her system until later.

I’m oblivious to all this, but I know things are very wrong with our marriage, but we have kids and I hang around for them. Our sex life during this time was adequate, and sometimes she would let get and be the woman I thought I had married, but then she would go back in her shell, after giving me just a glimpse of that woman.

During this time she avoided being alone with me, as I would tend to steer the conversation to trying to analyze what happened during what I called our “dark times.” I was seeking understand, and in reality she had all the answers, and was giving none of them. She dared not drink, or let down her guard, lest something slip. So I was suffering her distancing from me. She felt trapped, as when we would be alone I would bring it up, usually on long car trips—she all but refused to go on a long trip alone with me.

For our 20th anniversary we went to the Caribbean which I had researched to find a resort that was topless (next to a nude beach as well) she would not lay in the topless area where there were plenty of people around—but she would go down the nude beach to an isolated area where we lay naked. People were walking by but no one noticed. She wouldn’t walk down the beach nude though. It was great, I was relaxed, I had seen the woman I fell in love with re-emerging on that trip. She said later that was the trip where she really fell in love with me.

Of course I had had some suspicions about her affair, there had been little things that just didn’t add up when they all jelled in my subconscious—but I didn’t say anything. But I had to know. The only way was for her to tell me. So I wrote her a long letter, explaining my suspicions—telling her that I forgave her for them if she had—but the only thing I wanted to know was the truth. With the letter I gave her a 1-carat solitaire diamond as a token of my sincerity. She later said she went down to the beach while I was taking a nap and cried like a baby. But she didn’t tell me the truth. In fact she looked me right in the face that night and told me she had not fucked anyone.

I was relieved, trashing myself for the years of worry and suspicion over nothing. I think it is called blissful ignorance. But I was a new man, my suspicions had been wrong, because she would not lie after what I had done to insure the truth from her.

A year or so later we went to Maui, went to a small nude beach with bother her because of several people there with clothes on—and later that night, with a flowered lei around her neck (and nothing else) I bent her over the rail on the balcony of our hotel and fucked her. She was totally visible to anyone who looked up, and the U shaped hotel overlooked a garden area and a bar in the middle of it, with quite a bit of foliage. It was one of the hottest things she’d ever done—and still speaks of it fondly. It was more for the danger of being seen, or her desire to be seen and show off, I’m not sure which—but it certainly worked.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

A Turning Point

After our “slut” conversation, I called, it. She got more aggressive in her emailing, and stated her goal was to get some guys used to fucking her now so that as she gets older she can still get black cock. The black cock slut side of her is nothing I said to be degrading—despite how it sounds—but for someone as straightlaced as she was for years it is absolutely enlightening for her to be able to open up yet another side of her, to be able to openly admit that she has that side of her.

I think that like a lot of women, she’s always had that side—but now is finally able to open up about it, admit it, and revel in it. It is a significant point that has overcome a taboo and an inhibition. Her black cock slut side makes her no less a lady, no less a mother, no less a smart business woman, or no less a wife. It is just another angle to a multi-faceted fabulous woman.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Saying the words

Black Cock Slut
We were drinking as usual in the hot tub, and she blurts out “I need a black fix”
When we got to the bedroom with nice buzzes going I said something about her being a black cock slut, and if she considered herself one.
“It’s more like I’m a classy white woman they are getting a special treat being being able to fuck.”
So she got on her back and I said let’s play a game. She resisted, but I put my cock in her mouth and would ask her question. “Just say Black cock slut or not a slut, one or the two.”
“Can’t I just say yes or no?”
“Have you fucked a black guy?”
“Black Cock Slut” she responded.
“Have you fucked a black guy with your husband watching?
“Black Cock slut” she answered.
“Have you fucked two different black guys within two weeks?
Black cock slut.”
“Have you fucked more black guys than white guys?”
“Black cock slut”
“I admit it, I’m a black cock slut.—I love it.”
We talked a little longer and she said, “I don’t ever intended to fuck anyone other than black men from now on.” She said.
“Me?” I asked.
“You’re my husband,” you don’t count in that.
“And in a swinging situation?”
“Well in a swinging situation it’s different.”
“You’re fucking a white guy there so I can get fucked?”

Monday, November 10, 2008

Overnight Guest

This was her first overnighter since the very first time.

We went on the weekend to a mountain cabin, got settled in and we had invited Devin to join us for his second time with Deanna. He got there around five and we started talking, instead of doing anything before supper we just sipped wine and talked. I grilled some steaks, ate, and after dinner it was still daylight and the two of them went outside on the deck to enjoy the view. I joined them, and I felt things were dragging somewhat, and I figured he was tired from his trip.

I finally asked to take her top off—which she did as she laughed about it. She was totally comfortable with it and I got a kick out of watching her sitting there topless carrying on a conversation with this fully clothed black guy. I left to get a drink and when I came back he was kissing her nipples, and they made out for a while, getting darker by the seconds. We went to the hot tub without the lights on and they made outfor a while, kissing, feeling each other up, and then he stood up and she sucked his cock for a while.

When she went to get another drink I told him that if we got the opportunity I wanted to do a double vaginal penetration and he said ok, but once he started fucking her he forgot all about it.

We then moved inside, where they sat on the couch. He put his clothes back on while she just had a towel around her waist, was leaned back on him topless as he played with her breasts, tweaking her nipples and the rings through them. He obviously enjoyed playing with them.

I left again (it seemed he couldn’t get started unless I left the room) and came back and they were making out, he was finger fucking her as they kissed and she reached inside his pants and pulled his cock out. She sucked it, and stood up, took his hand and led him upstairs to our bedroom, where he got down to business.

He ate her pussy, finger fucked her to a squirtin orgasm, the put her in a 69 they they went at for long minutes. He finally rolled her to her back, pulled on a condom and quickly slid his cock inside her. While this first time we had been with him he had been quick and he had been slow to recover, this time he fucked her royally, long strokes and she was squirting again.
They fucked for at least 30 straight minutes in a variety of positions, and as per the way we like to play it he went downstairs to the other bedroom for the night and we slept.

I woke up a couple of times during the night and thought about sending her downstairs with a condom in hand, to wake him up with a fuck (and me following later) but it didn’t work out. We were just too sleepy. I wouldn’t have a problem with her sleeping with him except I know her and if she woke up horny in the middle of the night, which would be likely, I suspect that neither one of them would take the time to bother with a condom.

If we ever get with someone we trust that is into overnights it will happen that she will spend the night in the bed with hi.

We went downstairs the next morning and had coffee, talked some, and then she went upstairs for a shower, coming back down in a sheer top and a only a semi-sheer silk scarf wrapped around her waist with nothing on underneath it. She walked straight over to him and leaned down to kiss him and he pulled her on to his laip. He took the hint and started finger fucking her while they kissed, and she stroked his cock as he did. Again leaning over to suck his cock hard and then moving upstairs where it was a repeat fuck of the night before, at least 30 minutes, a lot of orgasms, and then he had to leave—and we had to check out.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Third Time with her First Black Lover

We wrote (at her suggestion) Sam, the man who took her black cherry, and met him at a suite hotel, having to upgrade because the bed area was really tight. He came in, we sat, had some wine, and talked for a while. She was wearing a short jean skirt and a cowl neck blouse that was very low cut. She started kissing him, and he moved his hand inside her top. She had not told him about her pierced nipples, and he seemed amazed at them. They kissed for a while long, he played with her breasts, and he pulled to top aside to expose both breasts and took them in his hands, his thumbs on her pierced nipples, pushing the rings up, as she unbuckled his pants and holding his cock kissed him for a while more and she leaned over started sucking him. After some moaning by both of them he stood up with her and they both stripped themselves. He touched her and she obediently put her on the couch with her knees on the seat, her head on the back, in a great doggie position with him standing behind her. He started fingering her, and started to fuck her that position but he wasn’t really hard, and when she noticed she took his hand and lead him upstairs to the bed.
Once there she told him he had to use a condom (which is obviously a big problem for him) so he did, with protesting, commenting several times about the two cameras I had set, and when I went downstairs for wine I just sat down and waited for a while.
When I came back up the stairs with the wine glasses in hand he was fucking my wife, her knees on his shoulders, pumping her hard and she was uttering a grunt every time he rammed home.
When I moved to the side with the camera, he lost his hard on again. We gave up and went to dinner and when he went to the restroom she told me that she wasn’t going to make him use a condom, that it was affecting his fucking.
When we got back he took a bit of Viagra and they cuddled until the sap started rising and he got hard with her stroking him. This time he started on her missionary style and moved her to doggie style, bareback. He fucked her like this until she had come a couple of time, and then he rolled her to her back an crawled between her legs. As he was fucking her he told her , “I want to cum inside you” and she told him that she wanted him to come inside her, and as he came she kept bucking back against him until he collapsed. The cuddled for must a minute and he quickly dressed and let himself out.
She was laying there naked, fresh fucked, and I stripped off my clothes and climbed on board. He could not have been back to his car when I lay down and she straddled my cock with no foreplay, her pussy wet with her juices and his come, and she asked me how I liked sloppy seconds and I stared talking back to her about her pussy filled with his come and how my come was going to fill it too, and she was rolling and in an orgasm as I did, and I came quicker that I anticipated, a draining come and she just lay there on top of me for a while before she rolled to her side and the movement pulled me out of her.
He left and I started fucking her, talking about sloppy seconds, about how her cunt was filled with cum and she got totally off on it.

This was in June, roughly one year and two months since the first time that she had first been fucked in front of me. This was the eighth night she had been with a black lover.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Back on the Black Cock

May: Devin

We tiptoed around the subject and finally decided to go back to what we were doing and try to put everything behind us, so we met Devin, who had answered our ad, in a town on the way back from vacation.
We met in the bar, had a nice dinner with nice conversation (and he bought it)and we decided to take it upstairs. He was the perfect gentleman, well traveled, and an interesting conversationalist. He sat and talked a long time, and I quite obviously left the room to go to the restroom twice, staying a while just to give them time to get started. When I walked back into the room the second time they were kissing. I sat down quietly and watched he proceeding, her heavier breathing, his moving his hands inside her top, kissing her nipples, and her unbuttoning and removing his shirt. When she started unbuckling his pants he instead stood up and led her to the bedroom.
I turned on the light, turned on the camcorder and thought I would have great 2 angle shots due to a large closet with mirrored doors. He stripped her down, she sucked him, he pulled off her panties slowly, and eagerly dove into her pussy. The man did love to eat pussy. She sucked him some more, and some more, and some more, (the guy really loves her sucking his cock) and finally he climbed on missionary style and fucked her rather quickly by black guy standards. They cuddled, talk, both still nude, and she sucked him some more, and some more, and some more, and he puts another rubber on and she straddled him, spending a long time rubbing the head of his cock around in her pussy before sliding down on it. It took him a long time to get hard the second time but he finally did.
As it was a week night and he had to work, he excused himself, she and I had sex, and dozed off.
She talked about it the next day, talking about how he was a lot of work. He wasn’t exceptionally large in cock size, but it was enjoyable just the same.
For us both it was much more important that just a fuck. Getting back into things after all the crap of the previous months seemed in ways to put all the previous stuff on a back burner. (Or so I thought--but that is a future post). Regardless for the moment things seems great.
And at this point she had fucked twice as many black men as white men.
She had worn her queen of spades ankle chain for weeks now, including while they fucked, which was kool when I looked back at the photos.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Pierced nipples

When I re-read my previous entry and got it ready to post it was like I was reliving much of the painful parts of her cheating. I still have anger over it, but I have learned to handle it.

One of the things I told her when she offered to get her nipples pierced was that during the healing I wanted her to hurt like I had hurt, and every time she started thinking about cheating again, every time that she noticed her nipples had rings through them, that it remind her to not be so stupid again.

Not to mention that I had always loved the look. What I didn't realize that it hinders serious sucking on nipples--and I have made her come before simply by sucking on her nipples. With a mouth full of ring, and the rigidity that it takes up, it is not as much fun to play with as I expected. Visually I loved it. She when they didn't heal after six months and she wanted to take them out, I didn't object.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Things Turn to SHIT

If you’ve followed this blog so far it is evident that it had been great up until now. But like the stock market—things change.

She had bladder surgery the first of the year which precluded any sexual activity for six weeks. I left for my trade show trip prior to her recovery, anticipating a very fun homecoming to celebrate her recovery and resumption of sex.
I was gone about a week. I had worked like crazy editing all of the past movies of her getting fucked, setting them to music, adding overlay titles, etc. I made one for every day, and had a detailed “assignment” list to keep her stimulated and have her especially horny upon my return. I hid the CD’s in different places, with the idea of giving her a location each day.
I called the first day, she was sick, next day she was tired, I gave her the location of the first cd and asked her to look at it. Whenever I would call after the first day I’d ask, “Did you look at the CD?” She never did so I didn’t need to give her the other locations.
She basically was in bed, asleep, preoccupied with cleaning, and a dozen different reasons why she wasn’t in the mood to play with my stimulation for the entire trip, which was obvious.
I got back and we enjoyed some great sex, and life was back to normal and great.
A few days after I was back I went to her desk to answer a phone and noticed she had left her email up, and out of curiosity I opened it and noticed an email from Terrell. Now of course we weren’t supposed to be communicating with her lovers without each other’s knowledge, and here he was emailing it. Violation of agreement number 1. Then I saw there was an attachment, so I clicked on it, downloading a zip file of photos.
I opened the first jpeg and she was naked on the bed, close up of her pussy. The thought went through my head that she was taking photos of herself to send to him, and that was erotic, although I was uncomfortable that I had not been kept in the loop.
The next one was her posed by our front doors, legs flexed, ass jutted out, wearing her fur coat, and the next of her in a very low cut cowl neck top I had tried to get her to wear out on several occasions but she had never done.
Then the shock came when the next picture was of her with Terrell, both of them together smiling at the camera in one of those head together poses in which one of the couple holds the camera out and takes a photo of themselves, and in the background I could see our same doors. The rest of the photos were of her stripping nude, and of his cock inside her and of her wearing an apron and nothing else at our stove wearing a “will cook for sex” apron (again something we had bought in the past that she had but has never worn for me). He had been in our house, fucking my wife.
She wasn’t at home, and I paced for hour or two, hyperventilating, pacing, and trying to get a handle on myself first. I finally downloaded the photos to my computer, made a quick slide show of with “I can’t make you love me if you don’t” playing in the background, and when she got home I set her down and made her watch it with me.
This is probably not the place to get into that, but at that exact moment I would have been lost if she had walked out. And she took the aggressive roll with me wanting her to stay. I started off telling her to choose him or me.
She basically decided that maybe she should leave me—and that alone rocked me back—and I realized that I did want her to stay—but I also wanted her to stop fucking around behind my back. I told her to pick one of us.
Her answer, “I don’t know, I want to talk to my sister first.”
Of course at this point it all started coming out. She had invited him to our house while I was at the trade show. She had met him at the airport wearing the fur coat with the open cowl neck shirt, panties, and stocking and garter underneath (and nothing else).
In the course of their weekend together, at her instigation, they fucked in every room on our house (all four) plus the couch. I finally asked her, what we had that was an intimacy between us that she had not shared with him, from posing for photos to fucking in a room with the pictures of our kids on the wall. It was just COLD.
And he had never used a condom. I demanded that she get tested for AIDS.
There was enough reality and business going on that we actually had to put everything on hold to take care of that—and it got to the point that I told her she could stay of she wanted to, but I was through clinging. And am. If she wanted to go, she should go, but I was at the point I really didn’t give a shit either way. And I wasn’t through following up.
I got the entry to our phone records to see what I was dealing with and discovered she had been texting him 8-10 times a day, and when I finally went into the cell phone store getting the first print outs she called me as I stood in line and told me over the phone that I would see several calls to Sam on it as well. What the hell?
I was an emotional wreck for weeks afterward. So I have about a three month gap of bullshit in the middle of this. Suffice to say I’m still here, she’s still here, and things seem back to normal.
As a penance and something to do for me she did get one nipple pierced, and showed it around New Orleans at Mardi Gras. Later she went to visit a friend in New York took it out for a few hours, before it healed and it closed up. So we went back to a different piercer, she got repeirced and then looking at the one in the mirror laid back down and had him do the other. She got rings this time.

Journal entry from that time:
So we talked about it and over that I discovered she didn’t see anything wrong with it, despite the deceit, the lies, and I shot back that she knew it was wrong, why else would she have kept it from me.
I told her last night that my one fear was that she would force me to do something that I didn’t want to do—which was leave. I have forgiven enough. I have hurt enough over her inability to be honest with me. And this is the bottom line. I don’t know if she knows it or not—I do not think it matters if she knows or not—as long as I know where the line is—and I have already planned and know my course of action if it happens. I will find someone out there that does love me, and she can grow old and alone on her own. I know as good looking as she is that won’t happen—but at that point someone else is paying the price of being married to a beautiful unfaithful woman.

So in the end we decided, or I decided, that we had too much time together to waste. I had a friend who was a basket case who had just divorced and I certainly didn’t want to see myself in that shape. I even contemplated suicide. But in the end we came to an uneasy truce and kept things as they were. End of Journal entry.

From November until May we did nothing outside our marriage—all our time was consumed trying to keep our marriage together, due to my wife’s lying, deceitful, betrayal—and her, well the only word I can find to describe it—her stupidity. I think one of the saving graces of all the pain was that she agreed with that analysis.

This is probably not what you expected in this journey, and for the time span this took roughly five months of recovery—not total recovery, nor will their ever be that, but a tolerance, and a constant knowledge that my wife is capable of looking me straight in the face and lying like a dog. The pain is still there, but I have learned to deal with it, to tolerate it, and keep it from consuming me.

When it is all said and done if you look back at the beginning of this blog you will remember we started dating basically as children—and that is a lot of time just to throw away.

So with the long gap of our journey taken up by the aftermath of the above, there will be a gap in this blog as well. We do pick it back up, but everything is different after this. And frankly as I have written this blog, and gone back over the older journal entries, I’ve relived so much of it. The fun and erotic parts have been great—and this post—well I’m reliving it, and I just have to absorb it all again.

We do survive, we do go on, it does get better, and she gets more black dick, and I will post again, but I’m going to give it a rest for a while. I will try to answer comments.

Post Hedo

As we watched the video of her with her third black lover later and she saw him trying to rim her ass and then fingering her ass, I told her, “You’re going to let him fuck your ass, aren’t you?” She didn’t answer, although I knew the answer.
“Maybe” she said.
“You’re going to let him try.”
“Yes, I’m going to let him try, but I can’t imagine his cock that big in my ass.”

Journal Entry: Lets recap for a minute. Her first fuck, the football player, had not answered her emails and she wrote him off. Now right before Mardi Gras he has written. It’s back on again obviously. She said she is not going to fuck him at Mardi Gras, because he expects it and she won’t reward that attitude, but she would fuck him again.

Last night she got pissed because I do not want anyone to come to our home to fuck her, and I don’t want anyone spending the night with us. “I like getting fucked in the morning,” she said, and I cautioned over the fact they wouldn’t use rubbers in that situation.

Last night after watching the video of her fucking her third guy, she asked me, “
Can we take restraints with us?”

“You want him to tie you up?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

First Time At Hedo

A few weeks later we went to Hedo for the first time. We didn’t know exactly what to expect, I read what I could and where I could and on the first day we were recovering from the trip and had decided just to take it slow and let the good times come to us. As we checked into the room I opened the bathroom, and noticed there were not curtains on the window, and as I looked out onto the quadrangle there on the upper sun deck in the quad a man and a woman were fucking, with a third woman at their head holding the woman’s hands.
I said something, and the bellman looked out the window, smiled, and said, “Welcome to Hedo”.
Frankly it shocked Anna so much that it knocked her back a little, coupled with the fact that there were very very few single black men that at this time--a disappoint for her.
We hung out at the pool the next day, and this woman was laying up on the concrete table in the pool while her husband was smearing/massaging her with suntan oil. I took a foot and started massaging it as well, and when she got up another woman got on the table and I started on her foot too. Anna was on the other side of the pool, and we were all getting drunker and when this woman got off the table I motioned to Anna to come over and get on the table. She refused, but we started talking to the couple whose wife I had just been massaging her feet.
I kissed her and next thing I know (I mean we were really drunk) we were going to their room with them. As we walked into the room the husband said, for the first time, “Now we only do a soft swap.”
It was not like we were going to leave at this point.
I got blown and Anna got eaten and she sucked the guy’s cock and I ate the guy’s wife till she came and squirted, but no one fucked.
As we all sprawled naked on the bed, Anna rising from having sucked the other guy’s cock, she moved forward, her thumbs on the woman’s pussy lips, spreading them apart, and out of the blue looked over at me and said, “I swore I’d never do this” and then she buried her face into the woman’s pussy as I moved to the woman’s head so she could suck my cock. I loved it. We finally broke and went back to our rooms and passed out (there was a tremendous amount of alcohol in our systems, then we got up very late that night and were both sick.
The next day I'm still sick at my stomach, but tough it out at the pool.
She comes up to me and tells me the two guys of the couples we had been hanging out with in the pool wanted to take her to their room and fuck her, and I said, “Well what about their wives going with me.”
“No,” she said, "they went back to their rooms for a nap."
“Then no fucking way,” I said. She neglected to have suggested that I go along and film, which might have worked. And right in the middle of this she gets her period, and I get the runs one day, and she does the next.

She started talking to this guy from Virginia, and later came back and told me that his birthday was this week and he was shy and not connecting and she promised him a blow job. He went with us to the quad pool for the body shots, and they poured chocolate liquor over the women and the men licked it off, and then the men got up, they poured it over the men, and she sucked my cock, and then in front of everyone moved over and sucked his, and then back to mine. We went back to the room and she sucked him first on her knees, and then over top of him till he came in her mouth and she swallowed, and then crawled on top of him.
If he’d recovered quicker they would have fucked, but he didn’t.
“Oh you white boys,” she laughed.

And that was basically our hedo trip. Four days, one getting acclimated, two being sick, and one packing to go home. That we were able to do anything sexual amazes me looking back at it.

On the way home she mentioned that one of the other men we had met there had fingered her in the hot tub while I was unaware several seats away in the bigger pool. And later, much later, she tells me that while standing at the swim up bar before him getting his blow job that the guy from Virginia had been talking to her, she had been playing with his cock, and pulled him forward and let him put his cock inside her, bare. He put it in for a stroke or too and then he freaked, afraid he would get aids or something.

She said that didn’t count as a fuck. I told her if his cock was inside her it counted.

And on the last day, as we’re waiting with our bags packed and ready to go to the airport, she goes to the bar to get one last drink, and this newly arrived black guy hits on her.

Wasn’t that much of a trip in the final analysis, but it sure beat staying home.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Getting Ready to go to Hedo

Ready for Hedo
And then two weeks later we were going on vacation in a few days, flying to the Caribbean (Hedo), and the night we were staying near the airport she had written her previous guy—and also a second guy in case the first one didn’t do it.
That evening in the hot tub I asked her why she was being so aggressive?
“I want to get my six guys lined up so I can get started,” she smiled.
“You like this don’t you.”
“I love it, but you knew I would” Yes I did.
I remarked that she might have to do 20 or so guys to find six regulars. How you feel about that? Fucking 20 or so guys?” I remarked—to the woman that said she didn’t want to sleep with a lot of guys. She just smiled that little sly smile back and didn’t answer in words—but I knew what she was thinking.
Later than night with a good buzz on we watched a video of two black guys fucking a petite blond. “That’s what I want.” She said plainly.
“When we do it I want to take you and two black guys to the mountains to a cabin for the weekend and fuck the whole weekend, one at a time, two at a time, you , both of them, over and over.”!

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Repeat with No. 3

We went on our trip the next day, and on the return trip two days latter we had planned to meet with a second black guy. She had talked to him on the phone, and as we drove back she said she’d much rather meet with Terrell again. So we called him and agreed to meet for dinner.
We had a nice dinner at a good restaurant, pleasant conversation, drinks. We wandered up the street, had a strong drink and she started holding his hand. I took her other hand, and whispered in her ear, “It turns you on that people here on the street see you holding hands with him doesn’t it.”
“Hell yes.” She said.
“And you love him showing you off.”
“And I bet most of them know that you’re going to be fucking him in a few minutes,” I whispered, and she squeezed my hand and then turned loose of mine, continuing to hold his hand, and moving closer against him.
When we got back to the room they kissed for a while, she eagerly opening his pants, dropping to her knees and sucking his cock until he was rock hard, and then she stood, took his hand and led him to the bed. She rolled him to his back, went down on his black cock some more, and then looking over at me straddled his cock and guided it inside her, where she started riding his cock. After several strokes she turned to do a reverse cowgirl, and I videoed as she did, reinserting his cock and finally rolling to her back and he crawled between her legs and started a fucking that I can only call amazing, fucking her for at least an hour without coming (at least him coming) she came repeatedly, time after time. Again it wasn’t all that visually erotic, if you saw it on film it was a white woman with a black man’s ass rising and falling between her legs, and her making a lot of pleasurable moans of orgasms.
Finally they broke and cuddled, and after a while he started eating her pussy, and then he noticed I was standing there with a camera, and he leaned back so I could get a great shot, almost posed, his him putting his black cock into my wife. He fucked her again, she on her side and him behind her, and she was absolutely lost in it.
The first three times with her two previous lovers she had some reservations—the first time ever with Sam, the idea of someone new with Zeb, but with Terrel it was different—but something she was used to now, something she was comfortable with, and this time she really let go. She held nothing back.
At one point he went back to eating her pussy and he tried to rim her ass and she pulled away, but later, with her on top as he kissed her breasts, he fingered her and then moved higher and fingered her ass. She got off more on that.
He fucked her so long It was so long it was almost boring, as he was on top of her pumping and not very conducive to me being able to see anything. Finally he finished and left.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

She Has More Black than White

Her first time with her third black lover was a pivotal night in our interracial journey. She met and fucked her third different black guy. It is pivotal because when his cock slid inside her it would mark the moment that that she had felt more different black cocks inside her that white.
As for the night itself, she had responded to an email from him and in turn got a number from him to call. The call went well and we decided to meet in New Orleans. We were on a trip in that direction so we decided to stay over. We met in the bar, he was late, and called a couple of times as he was stuck in traffice, heightening my wife’s anticipation.
When he arrived we exchanged pleasantries over a drink, things seemed to be going well, and we decided to walk down Bourbon street.
She went to the restroom while he and I stood there. restroom I told him we needed to get the husband questions out of the way: no problem with me being there, taking photos, and he was disease and drug free,
He asked “does she like anal?”
“Hell no, it will freak her out,” I answered.
We bought more drinks as we went down the street, they got closer. We stopped at one point and I took a photo of him with her, and then with him standing there she flashed her breasts at me and I took a photo of the two of them. I think it shocked him, but turned him on as well. She was wearing black pants with a blue v-neck blouse with thin shoulder straps. There was crochet work along the edge which allowed the top to be lower than usual and still be discreet, but made it easy for her to slide the straps down he shoulder and flash.

We turned back to our hotel.
He kissed her in the hall as I unlocked the door, and they stepped inside and continued kissing. I have to say it was different this time. She was more comfortable with everything—I’m not sure if it was the drinks, him, or just the familiarity of how this was done, but she was more into it.
The stripped each other while they kissed. She leaned over from the waist to suck him and instead he pulled her up into his arms and then leaning down picked her up with his arms under her knees and back. As she kissed him carried her to the bed. They got in a 69, with him on top and she sucked his cock with her head hanging off the bed, and he was long. They reversed positions, kissed some more, and he reached for the nightstand and opened a condom. Then she moved up, and as she spread her legs he moved between her, parted her lips with the head of his cock and slowly slid it inside her. My wife was now by my definition a true slut for black cock, as she had now fucked more black cock than white.
He fucked her that way until she came, and squirted, then he turned here on her on her side and fucked her, and she was letting go on a level I had never seen. He wasn’t talking to her like Kevin, but was just fucking her continually, without coming, and she was moaning, screaming, and punctuating inbetween with “Yess”, “Oh my God,” “Yeeesss”. He fucked her till she squirted, and then changed her position again , doggy this time, and they took a break. She went to get a bottle of water, and he met her before she could get back to the bed, kissing her and moving to slide his cock inside her as she stood there, fucking her until she came, and squirted again, soaking the carpet. She was spraying her juices, and coming as loud as I have ever heard her come.
He laid her on the bed and climbed on top of her again and put his cock inside her and began pumping his cock in and out of her and she was coming again. There is not a lot of description that be added her, except to say she was moaning, coming, squirting, sometimes with her legs up to her shoulders, sometimes with her legs down, and with him continually fucking her. I had never seen anything like it. He didn’t stop—and I could prove this by the video—he fucked her continually for almost 50 minutes. Without him coming. And with her hitting a plateau and coming for probably 10 straight minutes at the end. For anyone reading this that wants to hear detailed descriptions it is hard to add more to in than that. No dirty talk, no different positions, no smacking her butt, nothing but just heavy breathing, moaning, and non-stop fucking, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, and when he started pumping fast there was a “slap, slap, slap” with was combination of her bare pubis slapping against her shaved pussy and his balls slapping up against her n the down stroke. Her only words, over and over, sometimes moaned, sometimes hissed between clenched teeth, “Yes, Yes, Yes, Ohhh Yes”.
Finally he came and rolled off of her.
“Wow,” He said, “she sets the standard.” Then seriously he said, “You must be dehydrated from the loss of fluids.” My wife just smiled a smile that I can only describe as cocky and self-assured. Her chest was still rising and falling gasping for air.
I don’t know why but I handed him a dry erase marker. “Here,” I said, “Sign your work.”
He hesitated, laughed, and took the marker. Writing on her lower chest and belly, “3 Hours and Still going.” He kept talking about how she could just keep going.
When he left I added to the marker writing, “Third black cock. Official Black cock slut now.”
Then it was time for me to reclaim her, and did.

I don’t think everything had really registered about the night before. At least as much as I would discover later—but that is for a future post.
As we were driving away from the hotel the next morning, I asked her, “If something happened to me, would you only date black men?”
“Yes,” she said. “If we had started with white guys maybe I wouldn’t, but now, I think I would. I wouldn’t get married again though.”
“It was always a fantasy, you know that,” she said, “but now that we’ve done it, I’m used to doing it, and I like it.”

RECAP: If you’re new to this blog this is the narrative of how my very traditional straightlaced wife opened up her slut side to become a hot wife – and by her own words a “Slut for Black Cock.”
The progression starts at the beginning of this blog when we met as teenagers, so if you really want to understand her journey I would suggest you start at the beginning. But at this point in the narrative of the journey she has had an affair with a white guy, began flashing at Mardi Gras and progressed to letting some guys cop feels or kiss her nipples for beads. She worked as a phone sex operator, and at a March Mardi Gras met the first black guy that would end up taking her black cherry less than 8 weeks later in late April.
She fucked him again in late May, and did not enjoy her second black cock until August. This guy was had a huge cock, was aggressive as far as slapping her ass while they fucked and talking nastier, but after that time he never contacted us again. The just described even was in October. Everything sounds like it is going great—which is reason enough to know that in the upcoming posts it will not be that great.

Friday, September 12, 2008

Mentally Preparing for Number Three

I traveled out of town and she was asking if either of her two previous lovers had written, so to heighten the excitement of my being away from her I sent her to a swinger site where I had set her up a profile, and a classified ad theme site devoted to interracial sex. She surfed it briefly, and then she got discouraged and started getting uneasy about how it was worded and I made a new ad for the theme site and sent it in.
I checked the site, looked under the sent mail, and she had picked out a few guys and had emailed them.
I was amazed at this “I don’t want to sound too forward” woman I was married to was emailing black men to discuss their fucking her—while I was gone. She had my encouragement and permission but it was still a big step for her. I clicked on the account the next morning and saw that the night before she had answered emails from several black men, and even went so far as to ask some for phone numbers so she could call them.
She called one man, considered meeting him, and when we talked about it there were some issues about it, some things he said freaked us out, nothing outrageous, but just maybe a little too forward for a first conversation. We followed our gut and let the contact with him drop.
In the intrim neither of her first two lovers could meet, and she was ready for more cock, and it stepped up her intensity of finding someone. We were talking about the excitement of our new lifestyle when she said in the middle of the conversation, “It’s been four months,” she said.
“Well you probably are going to have to find six or so guys so that when you get ready one of them should be available.” She nodded, and smiled that little sly smile of hers that I know she is imagining herself on her back with a big black cock inside her.
Her last encounter had turned her onto a big cock because she said she had loved it, and had rejected one black guy on the swinging site because he was “not big”.
Over the next few days she stepped up her correspondence, and I showed her how to surf the swinger site for photos of potential partners—and she went at it aggressively, spending most of the time that week pursuing hook ups for guys to fuck her. She ended up with one black looking Hispanic guy with plans to meet for drinks. She had told me that she really wanted to get fucked in New Orleans, and we would be spending one night there on a trip and a second night there a few nights later. I was keeping hands off and letting her run with, but I would check the correspondence periodically. I was stunned to discover that she had lined up a different guy for each night.
This third lover would mark an milestone in my opinion, it would mark the point in her life in which she had fucked more black men than white.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Her Second Black Cock

Just for a timeline reference on things, we talked about doing others for years, and she met her first black lover at Mardi Gras and we met him a few weeks later for her first experience. This was in April. She met him for a second time in late May. And then our real lives got in the way and I really was worried about her developing an emotional relationship with Sam, so I resisted another meeting until she had had some more experiences with different guys. I've described most of this in the last few posts.

The following took place in August--and which is really a realistic timeline for us even today. She'd play more if she could but our real lives get in the way.

And if you think I've got total recall to remember the conversation, I can honestly say it is not my imagination or even my recollection. As I've stated several times I video everything, and this is exactly as it really happened.

I left the room to let them talk, and he was very articulate, talked easily, and told her it was his birthday and she could help him celebrate his birthday. I think that was the final straw. She asked where we would meet, I called him and asked, call the Hilton, got a room reserved and called him back, setting it up for 8:30 in the hotel bar that same night.

She was giddy like a school girl getting ready for a date.
Upstairs she showered, shaved her pussy bare, and laid out her clothes to wear, trying on a few things and nothing to revealing. “I don’t want to lead him on in case I decide not to do it.” We had enough time to pack, drive there, shower, change clothes, and gather our thoughts for about 5 minutes before time to go to the bar.

She had done her nails on the drive, and spent the time in the room applying her make-up. Then she dressed in a low cut black warparound dress, a silver neckace, a thong with a rhinestone diamond where the straps met in the back, and strap high heels with the matching rhinestones on the straps. Her long brunette hair was brushed back and loose. She was delectable. On her right ankle she had an ankle chain with a Q and spade on her I had given her on her first black experience.

We went into the bar, had a drink or two, and he walked in. Late 39's, bald, well built in a tight tee shirt and jeans. I didn’t recognize him but he was alone, walked right up to Anna and sat down beside her at the bar. I asked if he was Zeb and he nodded and we shook hands. He ordered a beer, and we moved to a table, where we sat for a while, I would leave to get drinks, and when I got back the second round she was telling him of her fantasy with black men. Later I learned he had asked “What is it that got you wanting black men?”

It was natural but it was out here now, she was fucking a guy preferably because he was black—and he knew—and she knew—and I knew. It had never been mentioned when she was with Sam. Not either time. And now she was telling a black guy sitting here having drinks with us that she wanted to fuck him because he was black, and he answered that he felt the same way about white women, citing that a lot of black women had attitudes in his opinion.

We talked along sexual lines, nothing specific but more “lifestyle” talk, about how she was uncomfortable admitting we were now in the “lifestyle”, and he cautioned us about getting too involved and getting really out of control. We didn’t get into sexual specifics, but she had sat there long enough thinking about fucking him I felt. Finally she said, “I think we need to take this to the room.”

We paid our tabs and as we walked through the lobby she put her arm in his, claiming she needed to be steadied from the drinks. In the room I unlocked it, moved to a chair and they turned to each other began kissing at the end of the bed, not a long kiss, maybe a minute, and as they kissed he unbuckled his pants and slid them down with one hand, guiding her hand to his cock.

I know this is so stereotypical that is sounds fake but it is the truth, he had a long cock. I mean LONG, and it was hard and straight out. Anna wrapped her hand around it, and dropped to her knees. (He later told her it was 9 ½”) She had one fist on top of the other and still had a lot of cock sticking out to suck. She grunted a low guttural grunt when she took him in her mouth and devoured him. She devoured his cock like it was a long stick of chocolate she had been lusting after forever. Maybe in a sense she was.

He slid her straps off her shoulder as she continued to suck his cock, and flipped her nipples with his fingertips, and stood straight up which his cock straight out for her to suck. And suck she did. Moaning and grunting and enjoying his big cock. She sounded like she was cumming as she eagerly sucked him.
She kissed his balls, holding his cock to the side and it extended beyond the back of her head. She sucked him, and put his cock down her throat, Deep throating him as I had never seen her do before, gagging a bit but still putting his cock down her throat.

She was holding the backs of his legs pulling his cock into her, taking it and rubbing it over her nipples, on occasional “OH GOD” moaning from her as he gave soft moans of pleasure himself, with saying “yeah” softly. She was pumping her hand over his cock, looking up at him as she sucked him.

He pulled her hair back and held it behind her head so he could see her mouth on him, also partially guiding her mouth up and down on him.

“I’m going to love fucking you doggie style” he said. He was moaning too, and then she stood up.

“You ready?” she asked as she let the dress fall, she stepped out of it while he pulled his shirt over his head and stepped out of his pants, and he leaned over and stripped her thong off her. They kissed standing, both naked now, her hand on his hard cock and his fingers moving to her soaked pussy, flicking her clit quickly with his fingertips and sliding his fingers inside her.

“Yess, oh yes” he said. I was afraid he was going to slide his cock into her right there.

“Condoms,” I said, breaking my silence.

“You bring’em?” she asked.

Instead he picked up his pants, reached in the front pocket, and lay three foil packs of condoms onto the nightstand. I looked at them—Magnum XL size. When it rolled it down his cock it didn’t reach the bottom of his cock—and he climbed on the bed and rolled to his back, his cock sticking up, and she climbed on behind him, stroking his rubber clad cock. She moved over top of him, positioning her pussy over his cock that he guided up with one hand as she lowered herself slowly onto his cock, sliding his cock into my wife’s wet pussy. She held herself over his cock, bearing her weigh on her thighs with her feet flat on the bed beside him and moved up and down on his cock as he laid there and enjoyed it. She leaned back with him still inside her, placing her hands just above his knees, her feet flat, and slid his cock in and out of her with her pelvic thrusting, grunting an “Ahh” as she did with each down stroke, finally moving off her feet to her knees, now grinding her pussy against him, his long cock all the way inside her, his hands reaching her breasts and pulling on her nipples as the fucked.

She go louder, her grunts mixing with moans in a regular rhythm that matched her movements on his cock.

Her grunts were in Mmmhh, Mmmmmh, Mummmh and she got faster, moving back to her feet flat beside him and pumping up on his cock faster, her moans changing to Ohhh, Ohhhh, Ohhh’s, her long hair waving back and forth, her breasts bouncing wildly, lost in the fucking. She kissed him as she rode his cock, “Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Ahhhh, Ahhh” she was almost shouting, the gasping, back off her feet and grinding on him, leaning back, his hand groping and playing with her breasts mre, goind on like this for looong minutes.

Getting louder and louder and the she slowed, got quieter, and slowed, still with his cock inside her, and she moved off him, rolling to her hands and knees as he moved behind her to fuck her doggy style has he had promised.

Once he got inside her he pumped her fast a stroke or two and slapped her ass, softer the first time. I started to say something, as we hadn’t talked about having her ass slapped, but she said nothingi and he slapped her ass harder. She moaned in pleasure and I leaned back in the char. Then turning almost sideways with his left foot over her right shoulder, fucking her sideways, her ass and pussy up in the air with her shoulders flat on the bed, moving around to fuck her hard, and telling him, “Yess, mmmm, fuck me.” She said it lowered and he slapped her ass again, harder, reaching forward and pulling her hair back as he moved slowing in and out of her pussy, all the way inside her with his long cock, a loud “mmmmh, mmmuh” with each stroke, missed with slaps, and “ohhhh’s” and “Yessss,” She raised back to her hands and he held her ass on him as she ground and moved on his cock without her moving, holding onto her hair with one hand now, holding her hips against him only letting go to slap her ass or lean forward and squeeze her breast, holding onto it hard as she fucked against him, the she slowed and he pumped her, moving her back until his feet were on the floor, their bodies slapping as they rammed against each other.

She buried her head into the pillow so she could scream her muffled, “ooohh GOOood” and as he continued fucking her she begged, “come in my cunt” oohh come in my cunt. Tell me when you’re ready to come in my cunt.”

She came but he didn’t stop, slowing his fucking but never taking it out of her pussy. She moved her feet between her legs like Sam had done her. Slapping her ass every now and then, and she started having another orgasm.

“You like my black cock?” he ask as he fucked her,

“Yess,” and he slapped her ass when she answered, then he moved over her on his feet on the bed, leaning almost over top of her with his cock still buried in her pussy.

“You love my big dick?” he asked.

“Yess, you know I love it,”


Oh my God, Oh my God, yesss.” He let his weight down on her pussy, her flat on the bed with her legs spread and his cock still inside her. “Yess, Yess”, she hissed through clenched teeth.

He took her left leg and pulled it up, picking up the pace, then rolling her to her side, one leg up, his cock inside her, one hand on her breast pulling it as she fucked him, “Oh yesss. “ohhh” throatier, “Muuuuh, Ohhhhhh, Ohhhh Yesss” through her teeth.

“Oh yess,” he said, and she answered.

She started building to another orgasm “Ohh fuck me” “I love how you fuck me” she breathed.

“You like my dick?”

“I love your dick,” she gasped.

“Oh yess, she repeated again. Slap.

“Um huh?” he said, pumping her faster.

“Oh God. Fuck me.”

“Um huh?” SLAP
“Oh God that feels so good.” Her ass was red with his handprints from his slapping of her ass. He started pumping her faster, then flattening her on the bed again. Holding one foot up.

“Oh fuck me. Cum in my cunt. Tell me when you’re gonna cum in my cunt”

Then her Muummh, Oh Mummmh Oh SLAP, SLAP, harder SLAP

“Oh cum” all mixing with their Yeahhhs,

You’re so wet,” he moans. Ohhh himself, mixing with her whimpers now.


“I love it.” She said.

“That dick?”

“I do, I love it.” Slap

Oh yes.” SLAP

Mmmm?” SLAP

He slowed again. “Oh yeah.

“Yeah you do.”

“I do, you know it do. Fuck me. God you’re such a good fuck.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Ohhhhh” she breathed, “Oh yesss.”

I want you to cum, he said. Mmmh huh?

“Yess, you know I love it.”

She screamed as she came, and the she slowed, and stopped. “I need to take a break.”

“You want to rest a minute?”

“Yes, I need to take a break.” He didn’t move, just slowed, still fucking her.

“You know you like it.”

“I do, I do.” She said. “I love your cock in my pussy.”

She sat on the foot of the bed and he sat in the chair, pulling his briefs back on, and they talked for a few minutes about different chit-chat. She was taking her bare foot and running it up and down his leg, and then she fell to her knees in front of him, pulling his cock out the side of his briefs and sucking more, sucking him rock hard again and laying back again for him to keep fucking her.

He’d change position, fuck her for a while, move, fuck her some more, and she started her loud rhythmic cumming and started squirting as he fucked her. He loved it, saying she was on the second woman who had ever done that, and he pulled out for a minute to rest, and the lay on the bed, not cuddling but just beside each other resting.

She said something about trying a new position and I suggested reverse cowgirl, she he said “yeah” and she moved over him and I went to the front side so I could see his cock sliding into her. She was so quick that she had him cock inside her before I could get around and get the camera turned on,. “Shit, I missed it,” I exclaimed.

My wife, facing me, sitting on this guy’s big black cock buried into her pussy, looks me straight in the face and asks, “Want me to do it again?”

I nodded, and she moved off his cock, hovering her pussy over it, positioning it to her pussy with one hand, and lowered her body onto the top of it, rubbing it back and forth and then lowering her body all the way onto it, moving her pelvis around in a circle, and then she simply forgot I was there and began sliding up and down on his cock, leaning back, up and down, fucking like I could only imagine her fucking before, again cumming and sqiriting before finally moving off his cock and laying on the bed beside him.
They lay there for a few minutes and he told her he had another place he had to be, and he pulled his pants on, we shook hands and talked about another time, and he left.

At which point I began to fuck my wife. As I entered her she said, “I’m sore and a little raw from all that fucking, so go easy.”

I smiled and began fucking her myself—the first of four times before morning, which was the first time in years I've had that happen.

Friday, September 5, 2008

Contact with soon to be Lover No. 2

Over the next weeks she recanted saying she wanted a lot of different black cocks, getting very agitated to me that I was “trying to pimp her out” and that she wondered if she should just stop. “I don’t have to do anyone” she said. She also said she didn’t want to go to Hedo with any expectation of her fucking someone. Which I finally communicated that it was ok if she didn’t. Not sure she has ever really figured out if I agree with her it is not necessarily me “pushing” her into doing something. Sometimes I think she’s more likely to do things if I am reluctant to do something, then she will push ahead.

After 13 days of traveling, we went to the pool, fucked once, and started talking about fucking others, and she said, “I know there will be others, I just don’t want to be pushed.” Which I agreed. She also said that she wanted to see Sam her black guy, and that if we went out that she wanted us to take her to a strip club. Which I said was ok.

She also got to talking about black men, saying, “Well you knew it wasn’t a secret that I was attracted to black men.” I asked her if all things were equal would she pick a black man over a white man and she said, “absolutely.” “You know what they say,” she smiled. I asked if having actually fucked a black man it had made the desire to do it increase, remain the same or decrease. “I want to fuck black men more,” she said.

I suspected that if we went to Hedo and there was a hot black guy there and she gets to drinking she is going to fuck him—just about whether I want her to or not.

Days later we took a long car trip and talked at length about her being resistant to me finding someone as a potential partner. “It’s like you are pimping me out,” she said. “I want to pick them.” Then as we talked further she added, “I’m sure there will be more men, I think we’re both really looking.”

After a few days after that we were having drinks in the pool and she said, “I want to you go online and find someone for me, I want to get fucked in September and get him out of my head.” I nodded, and did nothing until later, when she brought it up again. That night I showed her the online ad I ad sent and suggested she read the emails. She did, finding one she liked, and emailed him that she was interested, asking for a face photo.
He sent it, and then she told me, “I told him I would send him a photo, but I don’t know how, so send it for me.” Later she said another guy had emailed too, wanting a face photo, so I sent both of them

Two days later we got a response, he wanted to meet, and Anna said she was willing to meet. “You work out the details,” she said, “but don’t tell him everything about me.”
I emailed, laid out some basics, and suggested that at some point they talk on the phone because she was very uncomfortable about meeting someone from the internet.

He emailed his number, I told her, and the next day she tried to call him, but he didn’t answer. I emailed him, told him she had tried to call, and on a Saturday morning I checked my PDA and he had emailed. I told her, and she called him that afternoon.