Our hotwife journey settled into a routine as Anna settled in with a nice regular lover who is kind, respectful, and open to anything we want to try. He was one of her early lovers, the first to take her on a real date, so he has enjoyed fucking Anna for over 10 years or so.
He lives where we take a couple of weeks beach vacation each year, which makes it easy for him to visit at least two to three nights every vacation, and pre-covid we would meet him at other times halfway between our place and his for what I call refreshers.
Anna is comfortable with him, he is comfortable with us, we have become friends outside the sex part of it, and I think perhaps most important of all is Anna is not drawn to him romantically, and he the same way.
Anna has stated one of her fantasies is to be seen out on the arm of a black man, so in one meeting they had a quick sexual reunion, and we went to dinner, with me holding back, letting them enter the restaurant together, I sat away from them in the half-hour we waited for seating, and as they sat there he held her hand, even at the booth, where the two of them sat on one side with me on the other.
In the pre-covid year I was in a seminar near our vacation venue, but on the check-in day I would be in my seminar, so with Anna's encouragement I offered him to join us, in that I would be at the seminar, he would come to the hotel, they could have some intimate fun alone (well I did ask her to set up a video), and then she would check out, he would take her to our vacation condo, with stops along the way for dinner, in other words being seen out with a black man, and I was anticipating a few texted photos with a play by play of the action, anticipating a well-fucked wife upon my arrival, or perhaps even finding him still there.
And like all plans, they go awry. He got lost on the way from the hotel to our condo (it was about a 3 hour drive that turned into 6. By the time the arrived he was too stressed to have a good afternoon, and he received a call pulling him away from our plans. It was still good, they had a good romp in the hotel before they left that morning, and he did return in the two weeks that followed, but the hot anticipation of what my wife might be doing while I was in my seminar and traveling to our condo fell far short of expectations.
And then there is part II.
This may not make much sense unless you go back to the early parts of this blog.
Anna and I took a weekend getaway in the mountains, a nice cabin, were sitting in the hot tub and as this was the place where her third black lover, Terrell has tried to resume contact in recent years, after my discovering her cheating with him for a weekend--and later--after she had sworn no more contact, my discovering a secret cell phone.
My mind drifted to that, and I was heavily into my drinks, and she started to speak, but I interrupted. "Don't say anything, what we have to understand is we are here together now, and anything that happened in the past is a part of bringing us to where we are today. It is all good."
I had no idea at the time that my words struck a nerve with her.
So we were in New Orleans in late November, having drinks at a nice restaurant, she was in a nice low cut top with no bra at my request (there is something about New Orleans that makes her much more willing to dress slutty than other places--guess it is the Mardi Gras trips we've been on there).
And she says, "There's something I need to tell you."
"OK." I said.
"It's bad. Really bad."
"Go ahead, you've already gone this far."
And thus my wife began her confessions.
Sam, the black man to whom she gave her black cherry, he did that in April after meeting her first at Mardi Gras. We met him again Memorial day weekend. She wanted him to come to our house, as he had family in our hometown and I insisted we keep that part of our lives separate.
What I didn't know then is she met him in June at a Holiday Inn Express for an afternoon fuck, behind my back.
We met him in New Orleans in August, with me there.
But without my knowledge she also met him in our hometown for drinks, and ended up with him pushing her into a small public bathroom, bending her over the sink and fucking her from behind there.
All this was before her second black lover.
We met Terrell next, her third lover, in November, and while I was away at a trade show she brought him home for the weekend--which I had found out a few months after the fact. What she now tells me is that when she went to New York in March after my discovering her cheating, it was not to "get her head clear" but to spend two romantic days in New York with Terrell. She had removed her piercings then, which is why they were closed up on her return.
She wasn't through. The following month in April, when she goes to a cabin to "think things through" and to get advice from her brother about saving our marriage, she was actually spending two romantic days with Terrell.
In May she meets him half way between their homes for an overnight in a motel, without me knowing.
That same month she was seeing other black men with me watching.
In June we met Sam, her first black lover, with me there, first time I noticed I was getting silky seconds that I describe in the early part of this blog, but she also confessing she spent the night with him on a second trip, in which he took her to a strip club, and "showed her off", again behind my back.
In July is when we did the first overnight (I thought) in a cabin with her 4th lover, not knowing she had overnighted with both Sam and Terrell.
Later that same year, in October, she met Terrell for an overnight in a motel, and later while I was working out of town, she flew to New Orleans and spent the weekend with Terrell. (This was her fourth full weekend with her lover behind my back)
In December while my wife is visiting my daughter in Texas, Terrell drives there and meets Anna for an afternoon fuck in a motel. Again behind my back.
Summation of the first year she lost her black cherry--She cheated on me with Sam twice.
Second year of her hotwifing, she cheated on me 11 instances with Terrell, (counting each weekend day as 1 instance) and she spent the night with Sam that same year. A dozen times.
Third year, with me lulled into thinking everything was OK, with us meeting five different men with me there, she also managed to come to our home town, overnight and take her out in public, and also meet him for a second overnight at a nearby airport.
In one dinner conversation my wife confessed long term affairs with two different black men that lasted for a couple of years with one and three with the other.
That is a big thick shit sandwich for a husband to eat. My solution was prayer, asking for divine guidance, and in that moment I asked that there was a flashing word in my vision, "Forgive". I asked what I should do, I felt I was told what I should do, and I did.
Unfortunately that doesn't stop the hurt, and the deceit, and the wondering in the back of my mind--what did she really think of me, did she really love me, to be doing they things she did during that time?
Later that day, my mind still reeling, I took her to a tattoo shop. She now has a black spade in the small of her back. Well earned.
