We started this blog with the idea that we'd both be on here posting, talking about Anna's hotwifing, and as it has evolved it's me telling what has happened--and Anna is so busy with her job she's checking up to see what I've said from time to time.
I wanted this to be a narrative of how we got to where we are today, because the evolution of it, when we look back at it, seems almost inevitable that we would be where we are now. When I think back on our conversations even in high school they held the implied promise of an more open marriage than most.
Frankly I didn't forsee the bumps along the way, but thanks to being together forever we've survived them--because we were determined to survive them. At times one of us would be more determined to survive than the other, but as a team we're still here.
I am disappointed in the feedback from readers, I expected outside input on our journey in part to deepen our own understand of how this came to be--because when I look back on how we progressed I'm not sure I understand it as much as I recognize the inevitability of it.
I saw another hot wife site in which the couple answer questions about their lifestyle, and we're open to that if anyone wants to take the time. If anyone is reading this for hot photos, you're not going to see a lot of those, as this is not what this blog is about. I've posted a few when I've gone into great detail about a particular instance, and in a sideways way to offer proof that this blog is very real.
So far this narrative covers Anna's journey from our dating in high school until the point a couple of years ago when she went black for the first time. When we get to the present we will be posting as things happen--which is not weekly as we've posted here. Real life doesn't work that way.
If you want to go back a couple of posts and look at the three photo sequence--I do have something to post that happened last night. Tonight we are meeting what looks to be her ninth new partner, her eighth black lover. (Of course she's had repeats with most of her friends).
As we talked about it last night, she readily admits now that she is a slut for black cock, not a submissive, but someone that has opened herself to the fact that she loves fucking black guys. (Not to the exclusion of couples or a white guy by the way--but in an all things equal circumstance she's going for the black guy). So with me inside her, talking about the upcoming night (tonight), feeling her soak herself at the subject matter--which I love to feel, I asked her, "When did you first become a black cock slut?"
Her answer, "When I was a sophomore in high school." One black friend who played in my band that she was particularly interested in. She had a slutty friend who was known to be easy, and at one of our band practices she showed up with him, and later the rumor got out that they were fucking. In our small town at the time it was a gossip item for a few weeks among the high school girls. "I was envious," my wife said. "I wanted him."
Not content to leave it there I pursued it. "When did you officially become a black cock slut?" I asked. "The moment that Sam went inside me, I knew it at that moment," she said.
So tonight we take another step in the enjoyment of that revelation.
Your comments, questions, are appreciated.