Journey of a Hotwife

The End of the Beginning or Beginning of an End?

2011-10-04T18:46:00.003-04:00

I've looked back on this and realized that to be true to the title of this blog, the journey of my wife (and me) continues--although it may not be in the erotic directions that it has been in the past. But then again the one thing I have learned after the years with my wife is always expect the unexpected.

I was cleaning off some old files, transferring them to smaller, more portable hard drives with password protection. I also cleaned out some old floopy's and some zip drives. And in doing so I came across the photos of my wife with the black man she cheated on me with. I said to myself, well, it is something you need to deal with, and she was out of town anyway, so I opened up the file and revisited them.

They were erotic of course--but there was none of the "magic" that they both claimed was there at the time. It was just two people enjoying fucking each other. In the same folder was some notes I had made to myself during that time, and one that bothered me, right in the middle of things when I first discovered the photos he had sent her on our computer of the two of themh together.

When first confronted I demanded she choose. She deferred, saying she had to talk to a friend first. And then later she said, "I will make it up to you." But then later I was reminded that she was still in contact with him behind my back. So I stewed on this for a week or two. What would I say to her that I had not already said?

Inside I was furious all over again. And I became angry with myself for not being able to handle it any better. And I did a lot of introspection.

I had gotten to the point since she has quit hotwifing that if she wanted to start back and spend do an overnight without me, if I was comfortable with the guy, that it would be hot. She had loosened up a bit and is willing to now role play anything--as long as I understand that is it for the role playing and not because she wants to do it for real--even if she gets turned on during.

So I dropped her going away with a lover and coming back and telling me about it as a role play.

It turned her on. A few nights later, after I had taken another look at her attraction to her lover from that time--the only one she told that she had loved him--and I had drunk far too much that night, and during the description of the fantasy I told her to imagine that I was ok with her seeing him again (she had told me that recently), but only on condition that she had to fuck someone else in between every fuck with him (like I said, I was really drunk), and then just for the hell of it I threw in that she would have to get a tattoo on her pussy--a black spade. The sex was good, we went to sleep, and neither mentioned it when we awoke. I seriously suspected she had been too drunk herself to even mention it.

The problem was other than talking about it in fantasy I was still hurt and angry about all of it. Especially the lies, the betrayal, etc. "It wasn't about you fucking him, " I told her, "you had permission to do that. But you had to betray my trust."

You can't live with someone for years without being able to pick up on things, and that night as we sat out on the porch of the mountain cabin, it all just boiled over. She kept pushing to find out what was wrong with me, why I was so angry at her, and I let it all out. All of it. And maybe I was more articulate this time, as she seemed to get it.

It was a rambling blow-up. Ranging from "that time you were spending with him behind my back was attention you were stealing from me, and you didn't have the right to do that." I told her that giving her permission to enjoy other men was a gift (she nodded) but a gift she had thrown back in my face. Half way through it she brought up the role play of doing him again.

"I do want to," she said.

"Could you without getting emotionally involved again?" I asked.

"No. I really do not want to see him again because of that." Then she got more solemn, and added, "I will make it up to you like promised. I will get a tattoo like you described if you want me to."

I paused then. "And I didn't say I wouldn't ever do another black guy again," she added, "I said I didn't want to right now--and I'm not sure if I ever will want to again. In the right opportunity, in the right frame of mind, I probably would."

This was one of those serious back-side-of-the-argument moments, when a couple actually come to a realization and resolve certain things and reach a more honest understanding with each other.

I told her I was furious with her for doing that--and I was furious with myself for even considering her being with him again--even in fantasy.

"I will do someone else if you want me to," she said, "if you think that would help."

"No, the biggest part of it in the past has been because YOU wanted to. If you don't want to I know there is some kind of price to pay down the road--and I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do."

"There wouldn't be a price," she said. The conversation stalled. "Are we going to have sex tonight or continue arguing."

"I don't have anything else to say," I said, "I have put it all out there." Then I smiled at her, "and this make-up sex is usually pretty good."

So we ended the night on a positive note, and I felt better, and I think she may have finally understood the gutting she had done to me over this, and for the first time I felt she actually felt remorse for having done it.

And when I first slid inside her, into her very hot and soaked pussy, I stopped. She opened her eyes and looked into mine. "What?" she asked.

"I was wondering if I could get a rain check on you doing someone else for me," I said.

"Yes," she laughed before I stopped it with a kiss.

Truthfully I do not expect anything beyond the conversation--but I guess the thing is the conversation continues.

The next day though she did say, "Why don't I get a henna tattoo there first and see how we like it."

This is the end, my only friend, the end.

2011-09-06T13:27:00.002-04:00

A journey begins with the first step--and many a journey will end. And it looks like the journey for this one particular hot wife has ended.

The reasons are several. She feels she's getting too old, and about a year ago menopause started, and a resulting thickening through her middle which depressed the hell out of her, and while I thought at first she had no interest in doing other black men, or other men, the reality was she had lost all interest in sex at all. No libido.

I had a horrible time trying to understand while this oversexed woman that I knew lurked just under the surface, that I had seen glimpses of for years, and then one day suddenly burst forth in an explosion of slutness like I had only dreamed, had no lost all interest in sex.

She didn't refuse to do it. But the enthusiasm went away. She tried doctor after doctor. I tried all the little tricks that used to always work. Nothing worked.

And she became more open an honest about why she had wanted to stop hotwifing, and in particular meeting black men. "The sex was unbelievable," she admitted. The problem was all the crap that one has to go through to get to that point. She never like sorting through the responses. She worried about rejection, was extremely nervous on first meetings, and the killer came when she had four particular favorites of the 11 black men she had enjoyed.

One, her first interracial experience, had a meet set-up and failed to meet, texting he was trying to get away as late as 10 minutes before--and was seen later the next day with another woman. (He said she had arrived unexpected). Of course this is also the guy who told us he had only played with one other couple other than his wife, the excuse for going bareback.

No. 2 She had enjoyed a lot, seemed like a good regular, and after three last minute cancellations she said, "If he cancels this time, that's it." And he did. Off the list.

No. 3 We met twice, she loved fucking him, he was her only uncut lover, and she loved sucking his uncut cock. We set up a third meeting, everything was arranged, and we were an hour into the trip--and he texts he can't meet because he has to meet his accountant to do his taxes. (No, I could not make this shit up). He went off the list.

No. 4 The lover she had seen the most. Overnighted twice, left my bed to go fuck him and wake him up once, took her out on a date. The last time the spark wasn't there--he was so thin she said he felt like a teenager (not a turn on for her). And the final killer is that last fuck, in the morning, as he was fucking her his cell phone goes off. And the party calls back 3 times. During the fuck. As soon as he cums (bareback), he pulls out and goes straight to the phone.

As my wife said afterward, "It just wasn't fun anymore. I just did it the last few times for your benefit--and then I realized that this was my body and I didn't have to do that."

I told her that this was for her enjoyment, and if she had stopped enjoying it--well it was probably time to stop. I honestly had to admit that the last couple of times it seemed redundant, wasn't as exciting to watch, and I was running over in my mind, "where do we take it from here."

I had wanted her to make it an even dozen different black guys (although she did suck an even dozen different black cocks), and I had wanted to watch her with two black guys (which was a near miss, two guys in the room, naked, and her willing. But it didn't happen).

So the final talk on the subject with her, "I love role playing it, we can fantasize about it, I still love the idea of it, it is a turn on better than any other, but I know the reality is just not as much fun. But it turns me off if it feels like you are pushing me to do it again." She said that the fantasy of it was hot. The reality of it--was now a complete turn off.

So much that she even refuses to watch a video of her with one of her lovers. And she said that despite what we said, there was a huge emotional toll on her mentally. "You can't help it when you have sex with someone regularly to not develop some attachment," she said, adding, "In ways I had to quit."

I'm not a complete idiot--if it is a turn off, no need to pursue it. I did admit to her that I was somewhat confused about how to talk about her doing black guys in a role play or fantasy and her not think I was pushing her to do it for real. So we finally came up with a safe word. We can talk about it all we want, say whatever we want. But neither of us is to take it as something to do for real unless we are a.sober and b.use the safe word to prove we are serious.

It is working for the moment. She knows that anytime she wants to, she can use that safe word, tell me she wants do, and we go again. Frankly I don't expect it.

"We've done that," is her repeated statement every time it came up prior to the safe word being added.

So like all journeys that start, many of them end. It was a great 4 years. I was able to watch her fulfill her fantasy and fuck 11 different black men, suck off 12 black men and 2 other white men, get picked up in a bar, go out in public alone with a black man on a date, go out with me and a black man to a strip club with it obvious that she was the black man's for the night. Enjoy two men at once (although one was me). And I was able to enjoy her wearing a Q and Spade ankle bracelet, sometimes a Q of spades rub on tattoo on her ankle, in public, a lot. I was able to enjoy her getting her nipples pierced, although that only lasted about 6 months.

And along with the fun I also suffered through the pain of being lied to, cheated on, lied to some more, and in more ways that one treated like a fucking fool. Perhaps in that regard I was a fool.

But we survived it all, to get to the end of this journey. Maybe it is not the end, but a milepost.

But it sure feels like the end. And the beginning of a totally different journey.

When we first started I had told her, "We don't want to be rocking on the front porch in our old age and say, 'I wish we had done...". And I also would add, "It will be more fun if we are able to say, 'damn, wasn't it hot when you were....'." Well we have that.

Would I do it again. Hell yes. Would still be doing it if I though she was willing, really wanted to and could handle it emotionally.

I will leave this blog up. It is the chronicle of a journey, and as such can stand on it's own. It is a testament to reality that couples can do this, survive the crap, enjoy a lot of it, and then go back to a normal life (whatever that is).

So enjoy it for what it is. And if you will, pardon me because there is a still hot woman rocking on the front porch and there is an empty rocking chair beside her waiting for me.

Patience, and evolution of things

2011-06-06T09:56:00.002-04:00

If you have followed this blog since the beginning, or are just now catching up and getting this far, this truly is a hotwife's journey. And like all journey's sometimes you cannot predict the turns, roadblocks, or what is around the next corner.

I've reported here every time she has started acting like she was getting interesting in getting back into sexual things--but the problem is she is not just not interesting in fucking anyone else, but she is not interested in fucking. And it has been a problem.

At my request when she had her annual checkup she asked the doctor, and he said, "Let me give your husband a one word answer--'romance'." (Yeah, and instant diagnosis by an idiot in my opinion). While I have stepped up the romance, I've also backed off any reference to hot wifing, frankly hoping that would work.

We laid off sex for a while, I stopped pursuing hoping it might force her to perk up some, and for the first time in a long time we started into foreplay and she asked, "Let's do a black guy role play." And we did and she started talking dirty right in the middle of it. It was great. Past experience had taught me to give her time before suggesting anything like that again--so I was very surprised when a couple of days later she asked for the same thing again.

Earlier in the evening we were talking and I told her that she was a beautiful, sexy woman and there was nothing that would change that--and she was still very desirable but she acted like she didn't know it anymore.

Later in the conversation I told her that if she never did anyone else again that was ok, but she had stopped being the best she could be.

She paused and said, "You right. I have quit trying. This is a turning point for me."

I added, "and if you never want to do black guys again that is ok, I just want you perked up."

Then she threw out, "I never said I wouldn't do a black guy again--I think I will at some point."

Then I also added something I had been thinking about for some time. "You know if you do want to do someone else you can, I don't have to be there."

"Well that has been a problem at times," she said.

"The only stipulation is I have to know about it--no deceit."

"OK, and you know you have that same freedom."

I think we officially have an open marriage. So a time for patience.

I guess we'll see how much if any of these casual conversations will actually turn into anything.

I'll post here if it does.

A Thawing of the cold

2011-02-17T15:52:00.002-05:00

We're still on the hormonal roller coaster, and we have not talked about anything outside of our own sexual lives in past months. She wasn't interested in watching any videos of her with other men with me, she did not even want to talk about it.

Repeatedly it was, "I'm so through with that," or "I'm in a different place now."

So it was a surprise the other night when we started talking about it again, and I explained that what I missed most about it was just her open attitude toward sex, toward how she dressed, how she was smiling all the time, feeling good. That is not what is happening now--not to mention she was horny all the time, thinking about black cock a lot.

In the course of our talking she said that she didn't want to do someone older than her. I pointed out that every man she had been with had been younger, a few substantially younger.

She paused and smiled as she thought about that. "That's right."

And I went on to say that it was totally her call if she wanted to, I wasn't pushing, but if she wanted to I was for it because of the results I had seen in her in the past.

"I never said that I would never," she said, quietly, and I didn't rise to the bait.

"That's not a no," I said.

"No it isn't."

Inside we did a role play along that line, her talking about a black guy she had danced with in a bar before we actually got to doing things for real. "I wish I had done him," she said, "but we weren't ready to do that then."

As she continued talking, guiding me inside her, we slowly enjoyed the sex without speaking, and then I said, "Can you say that you will never fuck anyone else, never fuck another black man?"

"I certainly hope that I will sometime," she smiled.

And since that conversation her entire demeanor has changed. She has spring in her step, started a serious diet, is planning on working out more...I think things are looking up.

Things turning

2010-11-18T07:58:00.004-05:00

The past few months have been totally absent of any hotwife activity. Worse that that she went through a period in which, by her own words, "I have no interest in sex anymore, I don't know why."

That frustration on my part got to the point that she would react negatively to any suggestion of anything more than straight sex. On more than a few nights what would start out as a romantic intended evening with drinks in the hot tub would turn into a screaming argument, and both of us going to bed mad.

Last week was the worst. I told her I wanted my wife back, not the woman who was here now. We let the liquor and our mouths run too much. I stormed in, went to bed, and after waiting for her to come to bed, I got up and found her in the extra bedroom.

We had agreed years ago that no matter how mad we were we wouldn't do something like that, and would always go to sleep in the same bed. "We agreed we'd never do this," I said, and went back to bed. When I woke up she was in the bed beside me.

The amazing thing is how a week can change things. The subject came up coming back from dinner, and I told her that since she said she could take it or leave (sex that is), but that once she got into it she was very responsive, then she should not object to anything I wanted to do sexually--as she would get into it once we got started. I specifically said this excluded anything with other people.

"It's not physical response, it is emotional," I told her.

"I know, and I'm working on that," she said. "It is hormonal. You don't understand that."

"I don't want to hear about hormones," I responded. "I want to hear a 'whore's moan.'" She laughed out loud at that. And it seemed to break the ice.

"Tonight is going to be a good night," she promised.

So last night we are in the hot tub, with drink, talking about the day's events, family, work, etc. and we got around to sex.

"I've been thinking about sex again," she said. I was stunned, and very happy.

She went on to tell me that she had been thinking about last year about this time. This was when we had one of her favorite lovers share a cabin with us. He slept in the other bedroom, and the next morning she left my bed early to go get in the bed with him. I left them alone and didn't enter the room until they had already started fucking. For some reason it is especially erotic to watch her walking out our bedroom door, knowing that she's going to another man's bed to fuck him, a black man, and just before she goes out the door she turns and gives me a special smile.

The fact that she was thinking about it again is a major turning point to a return to the lifestyle.

I was curious about the change, and she told me that over the past few months when she saw a black guy she felt nothing, no interest, no intrigue, nothing. Prior to that, she told me, she was always checking out hot black guys, flirting, wondering what it would be like to fuck them.

"Last week when we were at the trade show, a really hot black guy inquired where he could find a particular booth, where a mutual friend was working. He was so hot.
I would have done him right there."

That was the turning point evidently. "And that got me started thinking about Menard," she said. "I think we will invite him to join us at a cabin again," she said. "It's been a year since I've been with him."

I believe I will have a few more stories to relate in the near future, within a few weeks my hotwife is getting hot again.

No News at the moment

2010-10-03T15:59:00.002-04:00

Nothing happening on the interracial score, although she is talking about it more. I think just needs the right man in the right situation -- but for the moment she's not interesting in seeking it, or me assisting in setting something up.

Reality and real life

2010-07-18T08:03:00.005-04:00

When I started this blog real time--which some of you may find boring as we don't play as much as we like, and the more we have indulged, the intensity and desire has faded some as well.

Unless you do this for real it is hard to understand the time, work, and effort it takes to hook up with someone that fits with us based on her preferences for age, appearance, and attitude.

She likes tall, dark skinned black men, who are professional, courteous, 40 or more, flexible about getting together with us in locations outside our home town when we travel, and then can get creative in bed, comfortable with nasty talk and comfortable with a clothed husband photographing and filming. Throw that into a bundle and it gets to be a small group.

By the way, if you fit the above you probably should drop us a line.

But...and there's alway a but...

since day one our agreement about doing anything sexual in the hotwife and interracial lifestyles was if at any time either one of us wanted to stop, we stopped, full veto. Now in the meantime once she started she also declared that she was never stopping, so when questioned about the dual answers, the “I’m a woman, I have the right to change my mind,” answer appeared.

Our track record over the last 8 – 10 months hasn’t been that good. From a family crisis that took up a lot of time – not sexual related in any way but consuming time, energy, and opportunity to play—to feeling rushed and cramped it do something on the rare days available, it was tough for a hook-up.

By picking the advance dates we never knew the fatigue level, or horniness level, at the time we picked the date, and some times it was sex, and fun, but exhausting.

I was out of town for a few days, returned home, we went to the hot tub with drinks, and started talking. “I’ve been thinking, and I want to stop this interracial hotwife stuff,” she said. “I miss you and I want to get closer with you, without outside distractions.”

This hit me cold, and the reality that I like it as much as she does hit me. And that was going to change. My only response could be “OK, it’s your call.” She thanked me.

“That doesn’t mean we can’t talk about it, or role play it, or that I will never do it again,” she said. I left it at that.

So we're taking a break. A much needed break both physically, emotionally, mentally. We're reattaching to each other, because the lifestyle became too much a part of us.

It is not totally out of her mind. She still double takes good looking black men, still flirts with them, but we've taken down our ads on the swinging site, we're not pursuing anything. She has said "I wish I did have someone that would give me that release," but I get the feeling it would have to be spontaneous and he would have to basically stumble into us. If it happens, it does. If it doesn't, that's ok too.

This whole thing has never been an instead of, but more something new and different, something exciting--and for her it stopped being all of those.

I do suspect, and predict, that once she's had a good break, once our extended family crises are over and we can get back to normal, that her thoughts will drift back and there will be some playing. She has never said she wouldn't again, and at times said she would when she felt like it.

So this blog is going to take a different spin, after all it is, as the title says, a journey. We don't know where it ends, but we go there.

I will post when I have something to post, and in real time.

Last Black Fucking

2010-05-16T14:28:00.001-04:00

After her lover left I reclaimed her with some sloppy seconds fucking. We dressed, went to dinner, had some drinks and came back, and in a while we heard him come into the room next door and after a minute or two he knocked on the connecting door.

Devin smiled and asked if she was ready, and told her he was going to take his clothes off. He stepped back into his room, and she stripped her clothes off and was standing there nude when he re-entered the room.

She was on the bed and he moved over her, kissing her while she held his cock with her right hand. He didn’t get hard quick so he started eating her pussy. Anna’s legs were giving little jerks as he did and she had a strange smile on her face, raising her pelvis to grind against his mouth. They intertwined hands and he held her hands as he did, before putting a finger inside her, rubbing her pussy and touching her g spot at the same time.

Anna loves this and was gasping and her body spasming with each touch, giving little yelps as she came.

Devin didn’t slow down, keeping right on bringing her to another orgasm, the movements of her body causing her breasts to sway enticingly. He rose to his knees, still eating her pussy, his fingers still inside her. He lowered her down, up between her widespread legs, moved up and positioned his cock at her pussy, removing his fingers and sliding inside her bareback.

Devin stroked his cock in and out of my wife in a slow steady movement, and she was stroking her hands over his ass as he did. He started fucking her faster, rocking her body with her legs in the air, leaning over to kiss her, moaning some himself, and looking down at his cock disappearing inside her.

He put his arms under her knees, pulled her knees up on either side of her chest, and kissed her hard on the mouth, breaking it to ask, “Feel it?”. She started moaning soft “oh, oh, oh’s”.

“Come on now,” he told her, fucking her in a hard rhythmic stroke, their bodies making popping sounds as he slammed into her.

Anna started playing with his nipples, which he likes, and he asked her to get on top.

When he rolled to his back instead of climbing on his cock she leaned over and sucked him. He was holding her hair behind her head so he could see her mouth on his cock, and he was moaning himself.

She moved over him as he positioned his cock, and she slid down on it, fucking him by thrusting her pelvis forward and staying down on his cock, rocking back and forth with his cock deep inside her, not stroking as much as rubbing, reaching behind to stroke his balls. He moved his hands from pulling on her nipples to rubbing her clit with his thumb, and so she was rocking and bouncing on her cock, moaning “Oh yess, Yess, Ohhh,” her breasts bouncing wildly as she did.

They looked in each other’s eyes as they fucked smiling at each other, and he held her breasts in his dark black hands. She moved faster until she came.

She leaned over on him in a smooth motion he rolled her to her back. She was still laying there with her legs spread, gasping for breath and he moved over her and put his cock back inside her.

He was fucking her hard, slamming their bodies together, and she was responding, moving faster and faster as he go ready to come. “Take it, Take it,” he told her. “Take my black come in that slutty pussy,” and she was lost in the pleasure of it, mewing and moaning, and then he just went all the way inside her and held his cock there as he came moaning. They both got quiet and held there.

He pulled out and raised back, and with his thumb reached down and touched her clit, parting her pussy lips to see the come oozing. “Oh baby,” he laughed. He told her to get some rest, and that he would hope for a knock at the door the next morning.

With the door closed she asked if I could see the come dripping out of her pussy, and I climbed on and fucked her for a very wet reclaiming fuck. As I entered her she said, “After tomorrow you will have got to fuck me three times with some else’s come in me.”

NEXT MORNING
I awoke with my wife getting out of the bed, going to the bathroom and showering. She came out of the shower wrapped in a towel, and looked over at me, weakly waving at me.

“What ‘ca doing?” I asked, still groggy from sleep, and she said nothing, just pointed toward the door toward which she was walking. Anna went straight to it, knocked, and it opened. I heard Devin’s greeting and she stepped through it out of site.
I lay there for a minute, listening for sounds and hearing none over the noise of the room air conditioner. I got up, went into the bathroom and splashed water in my face, gave them another minute or two and walked to the door myself, quietly peeking around the edge of it.

They did not know I was in the world. Anna was on her back, her knees up toward her shoulders, he was alternately kissing her and saying “Oh yes”, “Oh yes”. His ass was rising and falling in long steady strokes. He kissed her long and hard and raising on his knees pulled her legs straight and up to his shoulders. She hungrily kissed him back.

Anna loves this position and he held himself stationary while she fucked herself against him. He held onto her upper arms and she tugged against his thighs, keeping their body tight together.

She lowered her legs and he pulled out of her pussy and lowered his mouth to her, tugging on her nipples with his hands. Rising higher he moved his hands under her knees, holding her legs up, his hands on her shoulders, with her hands pulling against him at his waist.

He started pushing up the pace, telling her, “I’m gonna tear it up—such a hot pussy,” as he shot his come inside her.

“That was nice,” he said, stroking her face as he stayed inside her, still loving very slow, and started whispering to her softly and picking up the pace until he shot a second load into her and held himself inside her, recovering and again starting to fuck her again without pulling out, coming again before finally withdrawing and saying, “This is so good.”

“Do you have to go to work?” Anna asked.

He smiled, “No respite for the wicked.”

He left and we had my reclaiming fuck.

This is her most recent black fucking, and there's more to this story, and a new direction, next post.

December and a Christmas present for her lover

2010-04-12T14:12:00.002-04:00

Just to keep the chronology straight, the following experience occurred in December of '09. The previous post of our meeting with Devin occurred in March of 2010. There is a second part of her night with Devin to come.

December

It had been a few months since we’d played with Menard. He lives close, so a get together with him is about the easiest of anyone we’ve played with, and Anna enjoys him. We’d played back in the early summer, and on a whim late summer we’d called him and he’d come down and spent the night, which I’ve described earlier.

This time it was December, we were in a cabin, close to where he lives, and had arranged for him to stop by.

As it was close to Christmas Anna met him in a fishnet Mrs. Santa top, with black fishnet hose, over which she pulled a very short black skirt and a zip up red sweater. She had shaved and didn’t put on panties. They kissed upon him coming in, and talked for a minute until he unzipped her sweater, and his eyes lit up as she removed the top to reveal the sheer top. They kissed for a long time, and he ran his hand up her leg and discovered she was no wearing panties.

Menard asked her to remove the skirt, which she stood to do. He stood up beside her, removed his shirt, kissed her and fingered her as he stood there. He slid the straps off one shoulder of the top to bare her left breast, and they sat back down on the couch and continued kissing and embracing. He kissed on her nipples, and as the continued kissing she started rubbing his cock through his pants, then unzipped his pants and grabbed his cock with both hands. She held onto his cock as they kissed and then lowered her mouth to his cock, sucking him hard, and she raised up and kissed him again, still stroking his cock. He whispered something to her and she stood up, looking at me. “We’re going to go to a bed,” she said, and I followed the two of them into the bedroom he would be sleeping in.

They kissed while she stroked his cock, standing by the bed, then they got into a 69 on the bed. She had a small orgasm and then turned to straddle his cock, still in the fishnet hose, the sheer Mrs. Santa top with one side of it pulled below her breast. He bared the other breast and pulled on her nipples as she slid forward and back on his erection until she came. “That is good,” he told her. He started moving in and out of her as she held herself over him, “You are so fucking hot,” he said as fucked her.

Anna pulled the top off and he started gasping as she rode his cock. “Take it,” he said, “you are so sexy.”

She rose off him, “Let’s trade places”. He held his cock and slapped it on her clit a few times before he put his cock inside her, then he withdrew, raised up and slapped his pussy with his cock more, pausing to rub his cock between her pussy lips before slapping her clit more.
With his arms under her knees and her legs pulled up, began pounding his cock into her. “Oh God Yes!” she said. He was slamming into her and she was loving it. “You fuck so good, I love it,” she moaned.
“You take your black cock,” he taunted, “you like your black cock?”
“I love it,” she groaned, “fuck me.”
“You love it? Tell me.”
“I love your black cock,” she gasped. “Yes.”

He stopped to eat her pussy for a while, fingered her, “That pussy is so nice”, he commented as he rubbed up and down between her pussy lips.

He reinserted his cock for more fucking in the missionary position. Menard’s mouth was by her ear, talking dirty too her in a soft voice so low that I couldn’t hear. “I love how you fuck my pussy, Oh yes,” she
gushed as he fucked her.
“Shooting it in, shoot it in?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Shoot it in?”
“Un huh.”
“What you love? Black cock?
“Yes, I love black cock.”
“What you got? What you got?” he asked.
“I got black cock, my cunt for black cock” she said, starting to come as she moaned it. He was pounding her hard, she was rubbing her hands over his ass.
“There you are there, your pussy’s got a black cock in it. Your pussy sucks my black cock in.”
“Yes, fuck me.”
“You’re pussy’s so fucking hot,” he was saying. “Give it to me, give it to me”.
He rubbed the head of his cock over her clit. “Yeah, like that, on my clit.” He held his cock and she began rubbing her pussy up and down on his cock, wanting him his cock deeper inside her.
“You want it, you want my black come?” Menard asked her.
“Yes.”
He came inside her and rolled to the side.

She pulled on a robe and we went back into the cabin’s living room. Menard remained nude, and Anna let the robe fall open with no attempt to cover up. Menard had his arm around her quickly as we watched a ballgame, his left hand playing with her nipple as we all sipped on our fresh drinks. Still holding her drink, she moved her head into his lap and took his cock into her mouth, stopping for a few seconds to rub his cock over her breasts and now rock hard nipples. The ballgame ended.

Anna stood, shrugged off her robe and nude except for her fishnet stocking, moved over Menard, sitting on the couch. He scooted down and she started riding his cock again as he played with her breasts. She came like that.

We went to the hot tub, came back in, sat on the couch. Mernard started eating her pussy, fingering her. He scooted her sideways on the couch, moving between her open legs to start fucking her on the couch until he came inside her. They cuddled nude on the couch for a while as we had another drink.

Anna and I went upstairs, where we had our reclaiming fuck, but she told me, “be quick because I’m worn out. This is just for you.”

The next morning we awoke and cuddled some in the bed. She got up and brushed her teeth, crawled back into bed and we talked for a minute, and she said she was going to go wake him up. Knowing that the last time that had happened she had fucked him without me knowing about it, I just said, “be sure and leave the door open so I can here.”
She started to get up and I said wait, and taking a marker I wrote “ho, ho, ho” over one breast, “blackcock slut” over the other, and up one leg and over her pubis I wrote, “Merry Christmas to Menard”. She laughed and left and went out the door.

I gave them some time before I went downstairs, I could hear them talking, so I made coffee, had a cup, set up the video cam, stepped back to the door to listen some more. Still talking. Finally I glanced in and he was eating her pussy. They had been in there alone for 20 minutes, so I stepped in and turned on the video camera.

He had smiled when he has seen the writing, and he said as I came into the room. “You like writing on her, don’t you?” I answered in the affirmative.

‘Come on,” she invited, and he moved over her, his cock positioned over her pussy as she reached for it and guided his cock inside her. He only stroked a couple of times before withdrawing and holding his cock at the base began slapping her clit with hit, which is an instance moaner for her. She was whimpering within 15 seconds.

The whimpering was too much for Menard and he leaned forward and suck his cock balls deep into her, his cock making squishing sounds in her wet pussy as they fucked. “Feels so good you fucking me,” she gasped. This wasn’t a slow sensual fuck but an urgent fast pumping morning fuck. Nothing elaborate—pure fucking. “You slut,” he hissed a couple of times as he rammed into her, hard enough to make loud popping noises as their flesh met.

“Oh come,” she told him, and he convulsed and held his cock inside her. He rolled off her and we all had a cup of coffee before we left him to go back upstairs, fucking before he had finished his shower so she could kiss him goodbye.

Uh oh...a mistake

2010-04-04T08:11:00.002-04:00

Time to correct a mistake. We started this blog after we had been in the lifestyle for a couple of years. Until now I've related the events in chronological order as they happened.

If you have followed this blog from the beginning I think it becomes obvious that all the events build on the previous events, thus the "Journey" aspect of the blog. For certain she didn't just start going out with black men, taking two black men back to our hotel room after meeting them in a bar, etc.

But with the long breaks we are getting close to real time events, and real life has kept us from playing very much in the past months. We played in late June of 2009, had some family crises that change priorities dramatically (a death). We didn't play again until December, and the most recent time that I just described in part, which was March.

As I posted the first part of my wife's overnight hotel fuck with Devin, I realized that I had left out our December get together with Menard, who ended up being her most frequent partner in 2009.

Both Menard and Devin have brought negative HIV tests and she does them bareback, and I think that is one of her reasons for reluctance at finding new partners. She likes her lovers coming inside her. More about those things later.

But just to avoid confusion I am going to post the remainder of her most recent encounter next--and then go back and post her overnight with Menard.

Drought ends

2010-03-25T17:37:00.002-04:00

We arranged to meet with Devin, a friend who I guess we could call a regular, as he is one of the two lovers who have been invited to bring a negative HIV test and could then fuck her bareback. This was her second bareback time with him, the other being when he had taken her out on her first interracial date.
He met us in the hotel bar, we had a few drinks, conversation and then went upstairs. I had booked him a room too, with a connecting door, as the last time he had stayed in our condo he had locked his door and didn't get the wake up call he had anticipated (until later of course).

Devin excused himself to clean up, and in a few minutes walked back into the room with nothing but a towel wrapped around him. Deanna and I were just a bit shocked, as he was, but he laughed and said, "Well, I'm ahead of you". She was sitting on the bed, and she stood and started stripping her clothes. she had not worn a bra so it didn't take her long to pull her top over her head and let her pants and panties fall.

They kissed, she was stroking his cock, and she sat down on the bed and began go suck him. Devin moaned as she did and after a few moments he touched her shoulder and leaned her back on the bed, where he began a very good pussy licking, fingering her with two fingers as he did, spreading her pussy lips apart with his finger to lick her clit and then licking her very hard while he squeeze her nipple between two fingers and with his index finger rubbed the tip of her nipple back and forth, making it rock hard.

Anna was moaning and bucking her ass off the bed until she came. When he sensed that, as she lay there relaxed he moved higher, kissing her nipples, then her mouth and then reaching down guided his cock into her pussy. As he did she put both her hands on his ass and was urging him on has he fucked her.

He pulled her knees up to her shoulders and was raised off her, pounding his cock into her hard. She was pinching his nipples which turned him on more. He slowed down some, played with her breasts has he fucked my wife, keeping her nipples rock hard, and kissed her on the mouth as he fucked her in long hard strokes, his cock glistening with her juices when he withdrew.

Devin withdrew and began eating her pussy after she came a second time, her body still jerking to the slightest touch, eating her until she came again. She relaxed again and he moved higher and put his cock inside her, taking softly to her, "I love to fuck you like this," he told her, moaning himself.

Deanna was moaning, "Yes, Yes, Yes,". He held his hands on top of hers, stopped with his cock still inside her, kissed her nipples, then her mouth, and moved slower.

"Come, come on it," he told her, wanting her to squirt. He kissed her hard on the mouth as he slowly fucked her, slowing, stopping. I wasn't sure if he had come yet.

Devin rolled to his back and she moved between his legs to suck his hard black cock. "That's nice. Yes, Anna" he was saying. He scooted down and she moved over him, positioning her pussy and he guided his cock into her as she lowered herself onto him, bouncing. "That's so hot," he said, his hands on her breasts has she rode his cock.

She came again, and rolled off him, and he buried his face in her pussy again, the rising up on his knees walked on the bed up toward her head, she she took the hint and began sucking him hard again. When he was hard enough he was back between her legs with his cock inside her. He stared moaning and with several gasps came inside my wife's pussy. He withdrew, talked for a few minutes, said he had to go off for a little while but he'd be back after dinner.

Update

2010-03-08T18:36:00.002-05:00

One guy, (a new one) she was supposed to meet was all set to go when he got back into the US (he was overseas). But when he was supposed to be here he vanished as far as internet contact was concerned. Didn't see him online. No email. And while we had his phone number she got cold feet and refused to call him, wanting him to initiate things. We've not seen him online since, and suspect it might have something to do with his job and being unable to come back to the US. From our past conversations with him basically that is all I care to say about that. She ready to play with him when he gets around to calling.

But on a more positive note, our friend who took her out on a date last year, and gave her a great evening, has been in touch and wants to play, and we have the room reserved for a date within the next two weeks. So the drought looks like it will end. He's one of the men on her bareback approved list as long as they bring an updated negative test, which he's promised to do.

On top of that two other regulars are back in touch and wanting to play. The lady is once again popular again--and it looks like she may be heading for getting her groove back (or at the very least something very black and very hard in her groove!)

False alarm

2010-02-04T16:05:00.003-05:00

When I gave her the chart on the possibilities, she asked me, "Will you be disappointed if I give it back to you blank?" (She's in a self-confidence slump due to putting on a few pounds).

"No, not at all, your body, your call," I answered.

She didn't say anything, and over the next couple of days we had two business conflicts eliminate two possibilities. That night we watched an interracial video I'd downloaded from the net, she wanted to see one of her with one of her black lover, we watched that, got fired up and fucked. As we lay there she said, "I don't see how we can do it with everything we have going on." The damnable thing is she is right.

The drought continues.

The timeline of her journey will resume, but with the drought we are fast approaching real time narratives.

We do have a serious prospect she'd talked to and we have a tentative date set up in a few weeks.

A Break in the timeline

2010-02-02T13:20:00.002-05:00

Everything posted so far in this blog has been in chronological order as it happened.

However, after a long break we're getting more back into the groove and wanted to share some of the anticipation part of her journey. It has been a couple of months since she played--not because of lack of desire but because we have a family member move in with us and it makes it very difficult for us to find the time.

But we have a window over the next 10 days or so, and I contacted three of her regulars and asked how their schedules were looking. Naturally they each had days they couldn't play (and some they could)--and no one was going to play on Superbowl Sunday. So I charted out who was available on what days, and last night presented her with the chart.

I told her that each guy was willing, all she had to do was pick the guy, and the day, and we'd play, and that she could pick all three on three different days (over the next ten), or two, or one, or none. I told her not to rush but to pick sometime today, return the chart, and I'd contact the guys to set up a time and place.

I'll let you know more as I learn it.

Overnighter

2010-01-11T16:38:00.004-05:00

We had a couple of months break due to family obligations, Anna was visiting family out of town, and when she came back home we were spending time out by the pool. The rennovation of the pool area was completed while she was gone, so this was her first day enjoying it. It was a Friday, we had the day off and were poolside shortly after noon, and started drinking then. As the day wore on we started talking about sometime having one of her black lovers join us at home, around the pool.

"It would save the cost of a hotel room," she commented.

It was around 4 p.m. at this time, and she also added, "Menard will be getting off work about now."

I took the hint, called his cell, and in a half hour he called, said he'd just finished a shower, and upon hearing of my invitation told us he would be there in a couple of hours.

He was right on time, despite his getting a speeding ticket on the way, and he took a drink and sat at the table drinking it.

Anna was wearing a black sheer swimsuit that she only wears when the two of us are together around the pool, and as he drank the first drink he reached out and pinched her nipple hard through the sheer cloth. As we talked at my request she pulled the top down, so that she was topless and as we drank and talked he would reach out and caress a breast or pull on a nipple. she got on his lap stradding him, him fully clothed, her bare from the waist up, and they began kissing, she unbuttoned his shirt and as he tugged on her nipples he said he would like to use nipple clamps on her. She laughed and asked, "Want to?" He looked surprised and I told them, we have some, and Anna said, "Go get them."

They were kissing when I returned, and I handed them to her and she adjusted the clamp on one nipple, and took the other end of the chain and handed it to him, "Want to do one?" she asked.

Menard did. With both her nipples hard and erect in the clamps, connected by the chain, she kissed him, eagerly, the chain brushing his chest.He tugged gently on the chain and one clamp popped off, and she was gasping as he did, her chest heaving as
she put it back on. She was hot, and rather than kiss again she unbuckled his pants, pulled out his cock and began sucking his cock, the nipple clamp slipping off one nipple again and remaining on her left breast. He took her wrists and pulled her up,
pulling down on her suit, and she stepped out of it, the effort causing the other clip to slip off.

Anna didn't re-clamp her nipples, instead taking his wrist and leading him toward the chaise longue. She lay her towel on it, and he leaned back naked and my nude wife leaned over him and and sucked him before stradding the chaise longue and guiding his cock inside her, bareback. She began riding and rocking on his cock, occasionally leaning over to kiss him, sometimes as they fucked he was playing with her breasts. When her orgasm started breaking he moved his hands to her shoulders and pressed her body down harder on his cock as she bounced up and down on it, her hands clutching his forearms, moaning and cumming in this position.

Anna moved off him and stepped into the pool, with he and I following, just floating for a while until he had recovered, and together we went inside our house to the spare bedroom.

Menard ate her pussy for several minutes before scooting her to the edge of the bed and with her legs back and open moved his cock back into her pussy. she moved up higher and he bucked between my wife's legs, his dark cock glistening with her juices and the come inside her from their previous fucking. For a long while it was just such hard fucking, nothing fancy, just my wife on her back with her legs open and a black man's hard cock inside her pumping her as she grunted and moaned in pleasure, until once again he came inside her.

They cuddled, I got water for everyone, and she started playing with his cock, sliding down enough so that she could rub the head of his cock over her nipple and breast. That always turns her on, and he was rock hard, and before long she was sucking his cock again. He rolled to his back and she got on top of him and was soon rocking back and forth on his cock, grinding her pelvis down on him as he squeezed her breasts, one in each hand, hard enough to leave hand prints, his thumbs roughly sliding over each nipple.

Anna leaned back thrusting her pelvis and then back over again as he put both hands on her ass and pulled, her ass cheeks opening to reveal her puckered ass, which she had already declared off-limits. Instead he slapped her ass, leaving the red
imprints of his fingers on both cheeks of her ass.

She got louder, enjoying it, still moving on his cock has he began to slap her ass in rhythm, each slap reddening her ass more and eliciting more moans of pleasure. She was into it. She came, and when she pulled off him he pulled her up over him so he could eat her, and they shifted into a 69 befor her climbing back over him.
He pressed his finger against her ass but never tried to put his finger in there, and eventually he came inside her a third time.

He had to get up early for his job and was going to have to leave around 2 a.m. My wife and I went to bed, I fucked her in her silky seconds state, adding my come to the three loads inside her, and we dozed off. At 2 a.m. her clock went off, and she
got out of bed. I looked over at her standing in the bathroom mirror brushing her hair, nude, pulling a housecoat on and walking out the door.

I assumed she was going to wake him up, put him on his way as he said he had to leave for his job around then, and come back to bed, as she had done when he was with us in the cabin. I listened for a minute, and figured if they were fucking I'd hear it, and after about 10 minutes I got up, walked close to the door and heard nothing, so I went back to bed. I heard the chime of our door alarm and looked at the clock, it was 2:40. In seconds I felt her climb in the bed beside me.

"Where the hell have you been?" I said.

"I wanted to be sure he was up and get him started," she said in the darkness.

"For 40 minutes?"

Anna paused for a minute. "Well we made love again."

This was off plan for me, as I wanted to walk in later or at least be aware of it to hear them, but this hadn't happened. It wasn't a big deal, but I told her, "Well since I wasn't there you do have to tell me about it in detail."

She began to softly describe how she had gone to wake him up at 2 and he told her he didn't have to get up until 2:30, so she had climbed in the bed with him, spooning, and dozing off, and then waking up and began playing with his cock. He had rolled over and she had sucked him hard, he had kissed her, got her robe off and she had moved over him, holding her body over him as he fucked her quick and hard, moving underneath her until he came inside her again. He had gotten dressed and left for his job, and my nude wife had come back to bed with me. As I moved over her for my reclaiming fuck she said, "Damn I'm so tired."

"Yeah, but you know the deal," I added, and she nodded.

Plans and that's all

2009-11-25T16:05:00.002-05:00

It's been almost a month since we've played, due to family obligations and travel, and I've not brought the subject up since I knew we couldn't do anything.

She hasn't talked about it much but has said for certain she can't wait to do Darnell, and with a free day in the week coming up she suggested we call Menard and have him come back for a repeat. We're also heading back to the beach where Devin and she spent the night, but no word on that.

As for me, one camcorder died but I've ordered another.

A black cock drought of sorts.

We've noticed the responses to our swinger site ads, the ad we have on an interracial site, to be slowing down. I'm not sure if it is the economy or people being distracted.

Overnight & Bareback with a Regular

2009-11-03T08:40:00.002-05:00

We were going to an event near where Menard lives, and we decided to stay an extra day and invite Menard to spend the night. As we had with Devin, and since he had already shown a disdain for condoms, we also told him that if he wanted to meet and was willing to get tested that going bareback would be ok. He decided to go to the trouble.

He was later than we expected, so instead of waiting in the cabin we went to a couple of shops, and we were there when he called my cell. I had him come into the parking lot, and Anna got in the car with him to show him how to get to the cabin. I followed in our car. Once we got out of the traffic I fully expected to see her head disappear over into his lap, but nothing like that happened.

When we got to the cabin we had drinks. It was an isolated cabin, and she excused herself and came back out with a gauzy dress that is cut to her waist in the front and back in a deep V that I bought her on a trip to Mexico that she simply couldn't wear in public. It was probably made to wear over something else.

She laughed when she noticed she had put it on wrong side out, and she simply pulled of off, naked underneath, reversed it and pulled it back on, as if that was a normal as walking through a door.

We were drinking wine, and after a couple of glasses and talking, enjoying the view (both of the mountains and of my wife) they started making out on the deck, just kissing, for a while, then they broke, went back to their drinks and we talked some more.

He pulled her into an embrace and they started making out with more intensity. He has his back to me and when he slid the left side of her dress off her shoulder to bare her breast they turned where I could see, and he played with her breast and continued to do so, pulling her nipple erect as they kissed, her right breast exposed and him fully clothed. When they broke the embrace this time Anna led the way inside and to the bedroom, with the two of us following.

Before they embraced again she slid the other side of the dress down, and they kissed as she helped him remove his shirt. As they kissed he was pulling straight out on her nipples hard, really stretching her breast out and she was pulling on his nipples as well, which he liked. He would pull on her nipple as far as it would go and then let it go, the movement of her breasts bouncing enticingly. As they kissed again he pulled up the hem of her dress to cup her ass and she was working on getting his pants down.

She held his his balls with one hand and stroked his cock with the other while he went back to tugging on her nipples, and kissing her.

He pulled up the front of her dress as she kissed on his nipples, and began to finger her, the entire while she never took her hands off his by now rigid cock. He pulled her dress up over her head and she lay back sideways on the bed and he began to eat her pussy.

She came like that, and he moved over her as she scooted up on the bed and he leaned over and she guided his cock into her pussy and he began pumping his cock inside her--without the benefit of a condom for the first time since she started fucking him.

She put her ankles on his ass and he fucked her in quick small strokes. He came quickly, but rather than pull out or get up, he stay inside her and kissed her again. He pulled out and began sucking her nipples and then lowered his mouth to her pussy and began eating her again, and she came again, collapsing with her legs spread and her arms over her head and her eyes closed. He moved between her legs again and in a single smooth stroke buried his cock all the way inside her.

"You like this black cock," he asked her as they were fucking.

" I love it," she said lower, and then louder "I love your black cock." He started coming inside her a second time, rolled to the side and started finger fucking her until she came yet again.

We took a rest, I went on the deck to grill some steaks, and Anna and Menard were in the kitchen. She was working on the salad, and when I stepped back to the doorway I glanced in and Menard had slid her dress down to expose one breast as she was making the salad. He leaned over and kissed her nipple and rose back up, sipping his drink, enjoying the view. Anna didn't make any effort to pull it back up. She did pull it back up when we sat down to eat.

We had a nice dinner, kept drinking and Anna led Menard to the couch in the living room once the dishes were put in the sink. She pulled down his pants and began sucking his cock, as he lay back on the couch, his shirt unbuttoned but still on and she'd lowered the other side of her dress so she was topless from the waist up.

After she got him good and hard she straddled him on the couch, moaning a groan of pleasure as she lowered herself onto his hard cock, still wearing her white gauzy dress. Other than putting his hands on her shoulders he just let her ride him and looked at her sliding back and forth on his cock. Her dress was covering her pussy and his cock going inside her but half way through she rolled it up so he could see his cock going in and out of her.

"I'm gonna come," she said.

"Yeah baby, get some," he answered back, "Yeah", and she came, squirting as she did, and rested on him, asking me to get a towel, which I did.

Anna lay back on the couch and Menard got between her legs and started playing with her pussy with his fingers, flipping her clit with one finger, licking it, moving that one finger inside her, and she was sensitive and responsive to even a light touch. She reached down and pulled back on her pussy, exposing her clit and rubbing her clit with her pussy pulled apart with his face only inches away. She reached behind his head pulled him into her pussy, and he licked it, then stood up in front of her, she scooted to the edge of the couch, and started sucking his cock again as he leaned over and pulled on her nipples, pulling her entire breast up hard, almost to the point of pain if she had not been on a sexual high.

Anna gagged, and he stopped fucking her face, he had her lay back on the couch, and he put first one, then two and then three fingers inside her. She moaned and make it clear that she was into it, and he added four fingers and started moving his thumb into her as well, and she was writhing as he did. He had his thumb and four fingers into her up to his knuckles, then she pulled him forward to have him kiss her breasts, and he started moving his hand, vibrating it. She was whimpering and he moved up to her ear and was talking to her, and she spread her legs even wider. With him on top of her I couldn't see to tell exactly what was happening, but she grimace and then gasped an "oohhh"" His elbow moved forward slightly, and she exlaimed, "oohh yess."

Mernard had to be even further than when he had had four fingers and his thumb in her pussy knuckle deep. She pulled her knee up closer toward her chest. He rose up off her and she looked down to her pussy but it wasn't until I moved that I saw him withdrawing his entire hand from my wife's pussy. He'd fisted her. I had never been able to do that, but had come close. Maybe it was the fucking, maybe it was the cum inside her, or his hands might be smaller, but I now had a fisted wife.

As I moved the video camera over to show it she told him, "I need to take a break."

We decided to go to the cabin's hot tub, and she put a white tank top I'd bought her that reads, "Black Cock Slut", and I snapped a few photos of her in it, and a few more with it wet. We were getting drunker at this time, and it wasn't long with Anna and Menards playing with each other and kissing in the hot tub that it was time to go back inside.

They got on the bed and went into a 69, with him on top, and then with him standing in the floor she got on her knees on the edge of the bed. He touched her ass with his thumb and she jumped, "Nope". I moved onto the bed sideways, still naked from the hot tub so she could suck my cock while he fucked her.

"I love it, Oh God fuck me yes," she moaned as he fucked her harder.

"Yeah, you're getting that black cock," he told her, and then standing still he told her to move onto him in doggy style. "Move back on that black cock," he ordered.
He pulled her until she had one leg off the bed on the floor, and she was still sucking me. "Suck that cock," he told her, pounding her hard from behind now. She pulled off from sucking my cock as she started coming.

She was in a bad position and he backed up and she stood up and he moved behind her, cupping her breasts from behind. She crawled on the bed and they cuddled for a while, resting, with his hand down between her legs and kissing on her nipples.

After five minutes or so he told her, "I'm ready to fuck you."

"Good" she answered.

I started kissing her nipples as she lay on her back while Menard ate her pussy, then I moved on the bed and Anna sucked my cock as he continued eating her pussy. I started playing with one breast while Menard played with the other, and Menard talked to her, "I wanna see you suck on that cock." Menard moved behind her again she held his cock as she sucked me.

She rolled to her back and he took the base of his cock and started slapping her clit with it. Until she guided his cock inside her. "You fuck so good, your cock feels so good," she gasped.

"Like this black cock?"

"Yes, I love your black cock, fuck me in my slutty pussy."

"Damn," he exclaimed as he came again, "You've made me come three fucking times".

Everyone rested for a minute, and I pulled her down on the bed and she sucked me hard and then I pulled her down on the bed and fucked her her too as she sucked on Menard's cock.

I came inside her and he kissed her mouth and her fingered her again.

Menard had to get up very early the next morning, and I went into the main bedroom and prepared to go to bed, and she came in and I told her if she wanted to sleep with him it was ok. She was hesitant, but I encouraged her a little. I heard her rattling around in the kitchen and then I heard a crash and "SHIT!". I didn't get up but I did ask what the comotion was about, and she had turned over a bowl of blueberries on the floor. She took a long time to get that cleaned up, came back into the room and said, "I've slept with a black man before and I think he's through for the night."

"OK, whatever you want to do," I answered, "but if you want to I don't have a problem with it. Just leave the door open so I can hear if you fuck."

She paused for a minute and then quietly left, the door open and turning out the lights as she went away. In the darkness I lay there waiting for the sounds of sex--but in a minute I heard her come back into the room, felt her weight on her side of the bed.

"He's passed out and laying diagionally across the bed," she said with some disappoint in her voice. "I didn't have any room."

Early the next morning I heard him get up, and she got up, went to tell him good bye and came back to bed in just a minute.

New Guy

2009-10-13T12:25:00.003-04:00

A new guy has joined the list, Gerald. He had contacted us through our swinger site a long time back, and somehow down the line she lost contact (the site drops old emails after 60 days), and we sometimes have stretches when we weren't active in checking emails. He had the luck to come back on the scene when she had dropped Sam, and he was persistiant enough to keep in contact. The more he persisted it seemed the more that she wanted to get together with him. "I have a good feeling about him," she told me.

So we eventually set up a weekday meeting in the same hotel where she had met a couple of other lovers. We walked into the restaurant where we usually first meet, and this black guy was standing at the salad bar and did a long triple take on her, in this hot black scoop necked dress that shows a lot of cleavage.

Gerald's photos had shown him in a office, wearing a tie in all of his photos, a suit in most, and the guy at the salad bar was wearing below the knee short pants and a long tee shirt over that. I didn't think he was the guy.

We sat down, ordered, and he called on the cell. He told us his location, and he was the man at the salad bar. He brought his drink around, ordered an appetizer, We talked a while, no negatives, and we finished our meal, stepped outside, and I told them I would walk and she would ride with him so he didn't have to leave his car a block and a half away.

When we went upstairs it was the usual ackward sitting on the suite sofa while I sat opposite. I don't know why this always takes some time to get started, but after my second trip to the men's room I came back out and they were making out, then he took her hand and walked to the bed, removing his shirt while Anna was on her knees, fully clothed, and unbuckling his pants. His pants fell and he stood there, without touching her, waiting while she pulled his cock out of his shorts and began to suck. His cock was very thick, with a large bulbous head.

She sucked him and he slid his hand in her top to caress her breast, and she slid out of the shoulder straps and let it fall to her waist, taking his cock and rubbing it over his nipples. He made no sound, just stood there looking down at her.

He pulled her up and kissed her as he kicked off his shoes and socks, and then lay her down on the bed and began to eat her pussy, his hands on the outside of her legs, playing with her breasts as he did, and he stood up reached into his pants and pulled out a condom, walking on his knees to her in the bed, and she raised her feet and began playing with his thick cock with her feet for a while.

Then he pulled on the condom and leaned over her, rubbing his cock on the outside of her pussy and then began sliding it in very slowly, and she gasped as he did, adjusting to his thick cock stretching her pussy. Her pussy was soaked and was frothing white foamy juices, which I'd not seen her do often. He fucked her like that for a while, then flipped her onto her knees and fucked her doggy, which she loves. As he kept fucking her he put his hand on her ass and slowly put his thumb into her ass as he fucked her.

He put her on her side and pushed up one leg to her shoulder and fucked her sideways, ramming her harder and her breasts bouncing. He pulled her up, standing and she sat up on the bed and began sucking his cock. He stroked his cock and she lay back on the bed, her legs open to him and began playing with herself as he got stroked his cock trying to get hard again.

They lay on the bed and cuddled and she began sucking him again. She took a condom from his hand and rolled it down on his cock and he mounted her again missionary style, then doggy, and then on his back as she straddled him. He was having a problem staying hard consistantly, he'd get soft and nearly lose his hard-on and then it would come back. She kept riding him until he came and she came and then she rolled off him.

I handed him a marker and asked him to sign his work, as is my little kink, and he wrote on her pubis, "BBC Lover" He dressed as she still lay there naked, said his goodbyes and left.

As we did what I call my reclaiming fuck, she said, "We may be doing this enough. He kept losing it." I understood that it was not about him but she takes that as her being less desirable. Her weight is a little up and she thought that she's the problem, and she is worrying about aging.

She said, "This is not as exciting as it used to be. You said we would stop when I wanted, I think I may want to but I don't want you pushing me to keep going."
I thought about it for a second, and said, "That's right. You want to quit we quit."

Later she asked how many different black guys she'd done. We tried counting, and she had said that the guy who left in the middle of things didn't count. So the count was 10 without him, 11 with him. Now it sounded like she was willing to count.

I told her that if she wanted to quit we would. What I would suggest that she at least do 12, making it an even dozen, and a some point I wanted her to do two black guys at once. She thought that would make a good number.

Then later she added, "I would still like to do my regulars from time to time."

The translation to this is she doesn't want to risk rejection, but if that has never been a problem anywhere except within her own mind.

Two Black Men

2009-09-16T16:06:00.002-04:00

We had talked more about her doing two black men. I asked if her she wanted to invite a two black guys--and she said that it would have to be spontaneous--she didn't want to do it by pre-planning.

She did email back and forth to a couple of guys, but as the week progressed she made no effort to contact them, work got heavy, and instead of meeting them on Thursday as we had planned (and we had two days of the trade show around a lot of people we knew) we talked about booking an room at a different hotel.

One guy was quite a bit bigger, but she liked another guy better, so she questioned meeting one guy on Thursday and the other on Saturday. I was leery about doing that at our trade show (as we do try to keep our play life and our reality life separate) but I did say we'd check it out depending on how remote our room was to lessen the chance of him coming in to our room and bumping into someone in the hall. As we got closer, we bailed on Thursday night, but emailed and asked about Saturday. One guy did not write back, and the second guy had a conflict. She had picked out an especially hot dress, with scoops under both the front, back, and under her arms, so that a bit of side-boob was visible too.

To top all that off on the drive to the show Anna and I got into a long drawn out shouting match over very little, but we were both pissed for a while, which further drained us. Neither one of us had any interest in pursuing anything.

But it would get hotter.

Saturday all was ok again, things back to normal, and we worked the trade show. It so happened that the hotel had a nightclub adjoining, and we went in and found it crowded, but no one we knew from the trade show, although there were several black guys in the crowd. Anna perked up, and mentioned that we might want to come back there later, smiling.

We had to leave the club for a late social gathering in relation to our work, and after that gathering we stopped back by our room-and she donned the sexy dress she had been planning to wear to meet one of her potential black lovers.

The social had an open bar and Anna had a great buzz going when we went back to the club. Even more people had come in, and we danced a couple of dances, and I left for the restroom.

She had looked around and saw no one we knew was there, and said, "You know we might hook up here. Would that be alright."

"Sure" I said in my drunkeness.

As I came back to the dance floor, I started toward her and saw a black guy step up to her just as I hit the edge of the dance floor, so I stepped back, ordered another drink, and watched my wife dance with three different black guys. One guy danced with her a couple of dances, and we heard the bartender announce last call. She motioned me over, the black guy still standing there. He was younger, about 5' 9" and had his arm around her waist.

"What's our room number."

I told her. She couldn't hear over the crowd so I held up my fingers.

"You sure this is all right?" the black guy asked.

"As long as you don't have a problem with me being there and cameras."

"OK," he said, and Anna took my hand and led me off the floor, explaining that they would come along later just in case there was someone we knew in the room.

As we headed down the hall toward our room she told me, "I'm not sure they'll come, I saw them head out the door."

"Them?"

"Yeah," he said he's here with his friend. I told him the friend could come but he can't do me." I said nothing, just recalling how freaked out she had been at the mention of just such a thing a few days earlier. I was anticipating how this might turn out.

When we got to the room I opened up my camera case, and there was knock at the door. She opened the door, said hi to the two guys, and introduced us to Shawn and Galen. Galen was the black guy she had been dancing with, Shawn was about 6' 2" and probably 275-300 pounds, with a huge belly. We introduced ourselves, and Galen said, "Shawn's not going to do anything."

Shawn was carrying a half full bottle of gin, and Galen had a sock in his hand.
Trying to be friendly I handed him a camera. "Good, you can help me shoot pictures" I said. Anna and Galen embraced and started kissing, and I went to the camera bag to set up a video camera and put a battery in my other digital.

"I don't mind photos, but don't show my face," Galen said, adding "and here's why." He opened his wallet and showed a fireman ID.

When I stepped back around to check on Anna, they were kissing, and he had already pulled the cloth from the dress to the middle, exposing both her breasts. He was still fully clothed.

Shawn was taking photos, and I went back to finish setting up the camera and light. Once done I went back to the foyer where they were, this time Anna was on her knees in front of him sucking his black cock, naked. She stood up to kiss him, his shirt still on, and he grabbed her ass and pulled her tight against him, reaching far back and slapping her ass very hard with both hands on both ass cheeks at the same time. She didn't complain and he did it twice more, leaving deep red marks on her ass.

They kissed a while longer.

"You might need to get a condom," Anna said to me.

"I've got all the condoms we need," Galen said, reaching into the sock and pulling out a gray pack of Lifestyle condoms and opening one. I moved into the room to turn on the video camera and as they rounded the petition between the foyer and the bed, Anna was on her knees, sucking his condom covered cock. I wasn't sure if she had put it on him with her mouth or fingers. She was pulling his socks off as she did, before climbing onto the bed.

She lay down on the bed, scooting up toward the head of the bed, spreading her legs, and licking her fingers parting her pussy lips as she watched him remove his shirt and remainder of his clothing.

He climbed between her legs, leaned over to kiss her and slid his cock into her with no oral sex or fingering. She locked her legs behind his small ass that was soon bouncing up and down between her legs, fucking her and grunting as she moaned and said "Yes, Yes, Yes," over and over.

The bad thing is in that position there is nothing but legs, ass and back to take photos off, and as I circled the bed, and Shawn did as well, there was not a lot to see except a tangle of legs. He shifted position slightly so we could now see his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, and she was soon squirting.

I'm not sure how much Shawn had seen of this, because when I looked at the photos he had taken the majority of them was the glistening fluids of her squirting.

He fucked her for around 15 minutes, asking her if she liked it, which of course she did and told him so. He started quicker and her gasps for breath hit the rhythm which told me she would be coming soon, and he moaned as he started coming into the condom.

He lay on top of her and I moved around to their feet, noticing the base of the condom was bulging with cum. "Might be time to replace the condom," I said aloud, but he didn't seen to hear.

He was talking to her but I couldn't hear at the time--but later on the video tape I heard him ask her if she liked his black cock.

"I love black cock," she told him.

"Want more?" She nodded.

"Shawn will do you." She paused for a moment, then nodded again.

"You sure?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered, still nodding.

"OK," he said, smiling.

He lay there for a while before staggering toward the bathroom. I had no idea how much he had drunk, but it was obvious he was getting sloppy drunk.

As he pulled out of her she kiddingly said, "You through?"

He turned to Shawn, "He'll do you." We waited for him to return from the bathroom. When he didn't she looked at Shawn, her legs still wide open and her pussy displayed, and said, "Come on big boy."

He stammered something about how he'd been drinking all day and had trouble getting it up when he drank like that. "Gin and it don't mix," he said.

After a minute or two she looked over at me, and smiling moved toward Shawn standing at the foot of the bed with the camera in his hand.

He didn't resist but had a strange look on his face as she unbuckled his pants, pulled down his shorts, and wrapped her hand around a good sized black cock that was not hard. She began sucking him, stroking him, and in general trying to get him hard.

She wanted to fuck him to, and it was evident, but he got semi-hard and then lost it. She kept sucking on him, go him hard, and he stripped out of his clothes. She lay back on the bed, legs splayed, breathing heavily, about to get her second black cock of the evening, and he lost his hard on again.

Anna rose back up to suck him again.

Galen remained in the restroom, and after several minutes Shawn asked, "Where's Galen?" and leaned over with Anna's mouth still on his cock, and exclaimed, "Oh shit."

Anna quit sucking him and we all moved toward the bathroom, where Galen lay in the bathroom floor, his head beside the commode, naked, pass out cold. Anna checking on him, feeling for a pulse at this throat, which he had, as Shawn tugged on his clothing.

We all spent the next 30 minutes trying to get Galen up. Together we got his clothes on him, and he lay back down in the floor. Anna was still naked, wiping his head with a wet cloth trying to get him up, and as she did I saw Shawn open his cell phone and take a couple of shots of him and my naked wife in the floor.

"He is going to have to be real nice to me for a while," Shawn laughed.

Galen rallied enough to get to his feet, and Shawn helped him up, thanked Anna for the good time, and went out the door. I closed the bolt, and went back to the bed, where my freshly black fucked wife was laying on the bed for her white husband to reclaim her pussy. Which I did.

I guess if you're wondering if we're real, the above should be proof as no one could make this shit up. And it didn't end as you expected, think about us--it didn't end as we expected either.

We've talked about going back and doing it again--to her it is the hottest thing she's ever done.

Exclusive to black men

2009-08-25T16:16:00.002-04:00

The significance of her black date, and as I had explained to her date previously and why it was such a big step for her was that while she had accepted that she loves fucking black guys, and her involvement in the interracial lifestyle, we had always gone to extremes to ensure discretion and not letting anyone know.

Now this was so different from that. She wanted to be seen on the arm of a nice black guy, she wanted the envious looks of some of the white women, the glares of some disapproving others, and the anger in the faces of some of the black women. She wanted to be shown off, she had said, but the reality she was doing some showing off of her own.

She said she wanted this to be a coming out party of sorts, of actually going out in public and showing anyone that sees her that she enjoys the company of a black man. Her dress, the Q of spades tatoo on her ankle, and hopefully his agressive attitude was all supposed to enhance that--although he did behave much more gentlemanly than she had hoped, but that is not a bad thing from a regular.

After the intensity of a sleepover fuck buddy, we laid back for a few days, and she started surfing our swinger site more often. We were going to a trade show a few states away and she wanted to surf a potential playmate. In the course of talking about it I had added a couple of white couples, and she said she really didn't care to fuck any white guys, but if it was a swinging situation she would take one for the team.

"So you only want to fuck black men?"

"I have a white guy at home, but yes, I am only really interested in being with black men."

So other than me her pussy is exclusive to black cock it would appear.

Her First Interracial Date

2009-08-12T15:06:00.003-04:00

FIRST BLACK DATE
Four days after the previous post we drove to vacation, anticipating the Friday night solo date we had talked about. She first mentioned it as a fantasy, wanting a black guy to take her out and show her off, and after a lot of talking and discussing it with two of her black lovers, we picked the guy we always see when we go to the beach, the guy who had put the "slut4bc" collar on her, Devin.

The plan was for him to pick her up at our condo (she'd already told me she was planning on wearing a very low cut dress she worn the first time she met Darnell, the one I said I just about told Darnell to forget it and go home as I was taking her for the night. The plan was,their going to dinner, and possibly dancing or at least to a club. (I'd asked him to hang back some and let her be asked to dance by a few guys to get her confidence up).

In the ensuing days since I first mentioned that she could do this if she wanted she went from concern I was pushing him into it to her liking the idea that at some point she would go to the bathroom and upon returning hand him her panties.
I asked for photos and text messages on the progress, and for them to come by a strip club and pick me up, where I would be waiting. I asked them to come in and have a drink in the strip club, with her on his arm as they came in.

From my standpoint I said she could do whatever she wanted with him without me there except I want to be around if there was fucking. She had said she wanted to blow him before they get back, and I told her with that lowcut dress he would have his hand inside her top before they left the parking lot.

We arrived at the condo at the beach and as we fucked that night I told her I was thinking that I had just eaten a pussy that someone else would eat within 24 hours, I was sucking on breasts and holding tits that someone else would be sucking and holding within 24 hours, and I had my cock inside her and another cock would be there. I told her that the bottom line was that I was loaning her pussy, breasts, and body to him for an evening. That really got her soaked.

The date night came and she started getting ready early, he called and said he would be here between 7 and 7:30, and after 8 he showed up. (This is commonly referred to as being on black time if you've not had a lot of real experience in hooking up with black men).

He called when he was in the parking lot. I had to let him in and give him a parking pass for the condo. We went in, He talked for a while,and gave me the test results of his being negative as he had promised.

He complimented my wife, and as she had forgotten her Q and heart anklet chain I had in our toy box a rub on tattoo of the spade with a Q in the center, and I put that on her ankle instead. I kept noticing how that was noticeable and would draw attention to her exceptional long slender legs. I finally told him, "You two have to get going."

And he stood up and he looked at us and said, "Well I need to get a quick shower." My wife had not eaten and it was getting later, and after another half hour he came out dressed in sport jacket, dress shirt with no tie, and slacks. She really needed to eat she told me.

I had planned to set up my light and camera things after they had left and then the plan was for them to join me in a nearby strip club--but as it was late this time they dropped me off at the strip club and then went on.

A cute young stripper came up in the nearly empty strip club, asked if she could join me, and I started awaiting the first text or cell phone photo. The first one came in, they had not gone to dinner, they had gone straight to the club, where they had gotten a table. He had asked her if she wanted to sit at the bar, she didn't. And from the table he talked about dancing but never asked her.

She had 3 Cosmos, and when he went to the restroom I received my second text, saying that nothing had happened, but he was getting touchy feely on her back.
I assumed things were progressing but I much different that we had talked about and she had anticipated, but that is how things often go, so I ordered another beer, drank it, and finally took the stripper back to the private area for a lap dance. I had my hand full of a very nice big natural boob when the phone rang in the middle of the second dance. They were on their way, and I should meet them out front. (So much for them coming in with her on his arm). I think they were both ready to get into the sex at this point despite the so far mild evening.

They picked me up, we drove back to the condo. When we got back in the condo they quickly began kissing, She helped him off with his cloths and sucked his cock, then he had her stand he dropped to her knees and reaching up under her dress pulled her panties down, and then began eating her pussy.

She pulled her dress over her head, and removed it, and then he pulled her over to the bed, kissing on her breasts as he fingered her as he sat on the bed.

He pulled her onto the bed and he fingered her has he ate her pussy, rubbing her g spot and squeezing her breast and pulling on her nipple with his other hand. She was moaning and enjoying every second of it, coming immediately. He moved higher and she spread her legs open for him, and as he got closer, just enough to touch her pussy with the head of his cock, she reached down and drug the head of his cock through her soaked pussy lips, but instead of entering her he asked her to get on top, and she said ok. He rolled to her back, and she followed, sucking his cock a few more times before moving over his bare cock and slowly lowering her body onto him.

She likes bare better than condoms and she moaned a sigh of pleasure as he entered her. The fact he wasn't wearing a condom made it that much hotter for her and she showed it. She rocked back and forth with his cock balls deep inside her while he rubbed her clit with his black hand, standing out in contrast against her white belly. Then as she bucked harder her reached up to cup both her breasts as she road him, and then she wrapped her arms around his neck and he put his arms around her back and they two rocked wildly as they fucked each other. Leaning back she put her arms behind her and still fucked him, her eyes rolling back on her head and he held her on his cock with his hands on her thighs, then finally embracing her tightly he came inside her for the first time ever bareback (for him--even though we'd met him four times previously), and for the first time that evening.

They held each other tightly and he got hard again quickly and she went right back to leaning back with her arms supporting her from behind while she rode his cock. He alternated between rubbing her clit, playing with her tits, or pinching her nipples. The only way to describe it was wild fucking, until he came inside her again.

This time she lay back and he ate her come filled pussy for a few licks, fingered her a few strokes and climbed aboard her missionary style, her legs pulled up. He fucked her like this for 10 minutes or so, until he slowed, and as he held his cock inside her she put her legs behind his ass and fucked her body up against him. He eased to her side and she straddled his cock again, riding him to still another orgasm. After more fucking like this she went to her back again and he fucked her missionary style again.

They fucked and sucked for almost 3 1/2 hours, nearly non stop, with hours of moans and her chorus of "YESS" and "fuck me" over and over. Toward the end of the evening he began telling her how he was going to put his black cum inside her white slutty pussy and she got even more turned on to the dirty talk and name calling.

After a while they paused, he went to the restroom, and I slid off my clothes and got on the bed, where she began to suck my cock, her body on her knees, her ass sticking off the edge of the bed. She was in that position when he came back into the room, and without breaking a movement he stepped behind her and slid his cock inside her as she sucked me. He had done a lot of fucking and it slid out, so he began to eat her again and finger fuck her, and finally pulled away and quietly told us good night, that he was through for the evening.

I fucked her now cum filled pussy and added my cum to the load, and she pulled on a black sheer gown and we went to sleep holding each other.

Sleeping with him was out of the question as when we rented the condo we didn't know that the extra room would only have twin beds rather than at least a double.

The next morning I awoke to her standing at the door to our room for a mental image that has stuck in my mind. Here was my wife in a sheer gown, and when I sleepily asked, "Where you going?" She motioned to the other room where he was. She was going to go straight from my bed to his and fuck him this morning.

I lay there for a few minutes awaiting the sound of her getting fucked, but there was only silence. A few moments later she came back into the room. "His door was locked," was all she said as she snuggled against me. We fucked then.

A few minutes later he got up and when she told him that she had been coming in to wake him up he apologized, not realizing that he had locked his door. She simply smiled, took his hand and led him into our bedroom where they began kissing as they stood. They kissed for long minutes and she pulled down his boxers and stripped him naked, and he pulled her gown over her head and she was as naked as he was. She held his cock as they kissed and he played with her breasts.

She sucked his cock and then he turned her around and laid her back on the bed, eating her pussy for a while before moving on the bed. She lay on her side sucking his cock as he sat with his knees flat on the bed as he fingered her pussy, then scooting her around straight on the bed and began eating her pussy, rubbing his thumb over her clit as he did. Then rocking forward on his knees he barely touch her pussy with his bare cock, and then reaching down guided it inside her. They kissed again as he began to fuck her, rocking and grinding hard against her until he started moaning has he came inside her again.

He had to leave then, quickly pulled on his clothes, picked up his overnight bag and told us good bye, thanking her for the good time, leaving her with a last load of cum inside her where I added mine in just a few minutes.

Ups and Downs In Interracial

2009-07-15T08:27:00.007-04:00

For two weeks we didn’t do anything, or even talk about it much.

We had a meeting set up with her 8th guy, Menard, for a repeat, but she had
traveled the night before the planned meeting and came home dog tired and we canceled.

So we emailed Darnell, and she was really looking forward to fucking him, and after a few weeks advance notice on the day before I emailed to confirm a time, and he emailed back that he had to see his accountant, with his travel schedule this was not the time, and perhaps we should reschedule. We checked with the hotel and it was a non-cancelable reservation. (But they did). In the meantime I emailed him and said to not bother, that we were not going to stay in town.

In a later email I suggested that we try to get together in a small town with a
new hotel about an hour’s drive for each of us...and he has not even responded. Anna was afraid I had pissed him off (she loves the way he fucks and that he is uncircumcised) and so she wrote contacted him directly, basically saying she didn’t want to offend him and certainly wanted to get together with him again. He wrote back saying he agreed that the fucking was to good to drop, so another get-together is planned in the future at some undetermined date. The significant thing is that she didn’t want to give him up.

She got down, considers every postponement a roller coaster emotional ride, and she said, “If one other person turns me down I’m quitting this.” I tried to soothe her but nothing worked. I confirmed with our guy at the beach, Devin, and told him that if he got tested she would too and there would be no need for condoms. She had told me in the middle of sex, “That way if I want to go to him in the middle of the night I won’t have to fumble with condoms.” He was going to spend the night in the extra bedroom of the condo.

He was all for that. I emailed him a few days later that she had gone for her
test, and he emailed back, “kool”.

So that was the next Thursday. And a few nights before she came into the room
and told me, Why don’t you email Menard and see if he wants to meet us on Sunday.” I did. And when I told her she just got this far away look in her eye and
said, “It’s been so long.”

I noted the difference this time because she knew we had something set up four
days later. So she was going to get fucked by two different lovers within a five day period. This is uncommon for her.

So we met Menard on Sunday, and he came straight to our hotel room, we talked briefly with him sitting beside her on the sofa, I went to the restroom, came out and they were making out, and broke when i came back. After a while I repeated, and this time they stripped down, and he sucked her nipples, kissed her neck, and she was grunting and moaning in obvious passion and pleasure—stimulated by her time since it had happened. They moved to the bed, he ate her pussy until she orgasmed, and as they shifted she looked over at me—obviously wanting me to hand her a condom, which I did.

He stood up, she got on her knees in front of him and put the condom on him and then sucked him with the condom on before she leaned back on the bed with her legs spread, parting the lips of her pussy with one hand while he crawled on the bed, licking her soaked and glistening pussy before moving between her legs and sliding his cock into her in one thrust. It was nothing exotic, just straight hard pounding fucking, and considering the time since she had done it it was what she wanted and it showed in her moans and her arching her pelvis against him and grinding herself against his cock. With that intensity it couldn’t last long and it didn’t.

After she came again he rolled off her and she moved on top of him, spending a
lot of time with his cock grasped in her hand and rubbing it in and out of her pussy, over her clit, before finally lowering her body onto him and rocking back and forth. This time when she moved off him there was no rubber on his cock. she was starting to put him back inside her and I pointed out the condom was lost—so she stopped, I handed her another rubber, and they finished fucking, cludding for a while before someone mentioned dinner.

We went to dinner at the restaurant beside the hotel, and he sat opposite me in
the booth beside her, and as I watched he held her hand and rubbed the inside of her thigh as we ate, (she was wearing jeans so this wasn’t like an erotic story you’d
read online), but just the same it was obvious to anyone there who she was with.

We went back to the room and it was almost a carbon copy of the earlier fuck,
making out on the couch first, stripping each other, him sucking on her breasts and playing with them a long time (he obviously likes them as much as I do!) And then when he fucked her for a while he pulled out and began hitting her clit with his cock, and she went wild, she loves that, and she got loud and eager then, bucking and writhing beneath him until she stood it as long as she could and reached down and guided him inside her.

With that kind of forward move Menard started pounding her hard again, she was almost ready to come when he was dick-slapping her clit, and she came, but he didn’t slow down, just kept fucking her until she came again, and then he reached his climax.

They lay there and she moved into a 69, and sucked him and he began moaning this time, sucking his cock until he came in her mouth and holding her mouth on his cock until she had swallowed every bit of his come.

Cuddling followed, and she stroked him hard again and he fucked her a third final time in missionary position.

The beach and her next lover were only 4 days away.

Bouncing back or not...

2009-07-11T08:40:00.002-04:00

Time frame reference:
If you haven't figured it out by now our interracial fun is a small part of a very real life. Which means this is not something we do five nights a week. Considering that we've been posting this blog for less than a year, and in that time we've covered in chronological order over three years of hotwife fun. Which is a roundabout way of saying we will soon be narrating this blog in real time, so do not get discouraged if we go six to eight weeks or more without posting, because it simply means we have our real life get in the way of our playing.

Anna has said she would play once a week or more if she could.

Our most recent activities since March of this year has reached new levels, going outside our normal comfort zones--but you'll see that in the next few posts.

I think the one amazing thing looking back is considering what we have done since we first talked about this in hotwifing is how everything we have done has seemed so natural and evolved so smoothly, even though considering some of the things we've done lately compared with our first few times -- well if you had asked us at that time if we would ever consider some of the things we've done we'd say, "Hell no."

Such is life, I guess we all end up doing things that we never thought we would.

That doesn't mean we've not had our ups and downs with it, and with her considering and taking about quitting after the rejection.

In the few weeks that followed she was down, and stated, "You said we'd stop if I wanted, and I don't care if I ever do it with anyone new again."

So I didn't talk about it, I got the flu, she had to go out of town, and finally we were in the hot tub with drinks, on her birthday, and I told her that her present would be when we go to the beach that I had one of her former lovers and had arranged for her to go on a solo date with him, so he could show her off like she wanted, and be seen in public with a black man.

She was excited, and soaked as I touched her, and we fucked twice before going to sleep. She thanked me as she knew what a concession it was for me to no be there.

When I was online the next day I saw the guy that is going to take her out in a few weeks, told him that I had told her and she was excited about going.

Last night we went to the hot tub and while sitting there she asked me exactly what I had told him. She was concerned that I might have pressured him into taking her out. So when I related the conversation she eased off and said the way I had approached it was fine. She didn't say she didn't want to do it by the way, and she got hot and we talked about hooking up with someone this weekend, and I had arranged for her to get together with a previous lover in a couple of weeks, and she was good with that.

I told her he had bailed for this weekend, and she said we need to find someone. I suggested she go to our swinger site and look for someone.

She got up after I dozed off and was downstairs until 1:30. I knew she was surfing looking for black cock. Over breakfast she said she had emailed a few guys, and I opened up the site and read where she had written a guy and said she wanted to meet him. She's back in the black cock groove.

The End of Sam

2009-07-05T09:20:00.002-04:00

The End of Sam.
Sam is the guy who took her black-cherry, and as is often the case went through a period of infatuation with him. All in all we'd and he's fucked her four different times. He spent the night the first night, and was basically her first public date when we went to a strip club earlier this year. Even once we were going through his town and met him for lunch and made plans to get together in New Orleans during Mardi Gras.

We were supposed to hook up with Sam on a stated evening, and had arranged it via email and confirmed the week before. That night he dressed up in a hot cowl neck top that dipped almost to her waist, and black pants, and we went to the appointed bar to meet him. At 45 minutes after the time we were supposed to meet (and we do understand "black time") I texted him with a "??" and his response was, "At Pat O's, trying to get away".
We waited long enough for him to walk that distance to our bar, and he didn't show. We went back to the room and it wasted the rest of the night. She really loves fucking him, and was insulted and disappointed.
The next day we are in our favorite bar with friends and he comes in with a mid-thirties brunette, quite obviously the two were together, and that iced it with Deanna.
I saw her Anna's discomfort and texted him, "Just so you know, you really blew it."
He texted back, "Had unexpected woman troubles."
No need to tell him that was the wrong answer. Anna told me in that voice that told me her mind was made up--and wouldn't change, "He's history."

The following night we drank far too much, ended up in a bar with live music. I went to the restroom, and when I came back she was gone. I waited for several minutes and she came over and this much older black guy, a singer with the band, came up and sat down and talked to us for a minute, shaking my hand.
She leaned over in my ear and whispered, "I think I want to fuck him. He's already fingered me." I sat there stunned, and she did go to the restroom this time.
What had happened was she had gone to the back of a the bar and asked for a pack of sugar to get rid of her hiccups, and while there started talking to the singer, who was taken with her (naturally). And since he was dark black that didn't hold her back either.
In the course of her conversation he asked, "Can I touch you?"
She said yes and he slid his hand up her leg, she parted her legs and she had taken off her panty hose earlier in the evening and wasn't wearing panties, so when he hit her bare pussy he put a finger right inside her.
She didn't say how long he did that, but it was in open view of anyone sitting on that side of the bar. She reached over and grabbed his dick and it was rock hard and big.
He went back to the bar, and after she told me that I went to him, told him how we played it, with me there watching, how I was kool with it, and I was an observer not a director, and that I would photo and film.
"Give me five minutes," he said.
Deanna came back to my table, I told her what he said, and we watched him stand up and walk straight out the door, not to return.
All in all it was not a good trip.

Being shown off alone--plans

2009-06-20T08:39:00.003-04:00

A Conversation with one of her lovers.

Hub: We still have plans for our beach trip. And something for you to be thinking about...and bear in mind that when it came up Anna was drunk (and naked, and horny, and in the hot tub)

She said that she wanted to be taken out somewhere and "shown off".

Lover: oh, that would be hot!

Hub: Not sure exactly what she had in mind in saying it.Well since I try to do that all the time I don't think it included me lol

Lover: Oh, really? interesting...what do you think she has in mind?

Hub: I am not sure, but from what I gather her wearing something hot and near scandalous, going to a dinner or club, something maybe with dancing and having her limits pushed a bit.

Lover: That certainly sounds doable!

Hub: Hubby's can't do that. We have to live with them all the time.

Lover: I've figured that much out. too true.
What kind of club do you think she'd find stimulating?

Hub: Smooth jazz, or beach music. If it were somewhere that she would get asked to dance or something by some other people too all the better.

She is getting to the point (like all women) that she needs her ego stroked more. She worries about aging a lot.

Nice thing is at the end of the night with her with a good buzz and some attention you're gonna get lucky lol

I've seen her really excited about doing new things, pushing her limits, etc. The benefit if worth the trouble. As I recall you haven't seen her really in that mode yet.

Lover: I look forward to in when we meet in a few weeks.

And you know there is part 2 to this, don't you?

Out in public with her favorite black lover.

2009-05-20T11:54:00.003-04:00

We were set to meet Sam, the black man to took her black cherry, and her personal favorite fuck. "No one can fuck me doggy style like he can," she said. He also had the distinction of being the only lover that she sees who she does bareback.

While we were waiting for him to arrive with plans to go out somewhere, I asked her where she might like to go. To my surprise Anna's suggested a strip club.

I texted him - and when he got there we were sitting in the cab at the hotel entrance waiting on him. The cabbie had his wife with him, so with Anna in the middle of the back seat we went to the strip club. She walked in ahead, on his arm, fulfilling part of her wanting to be seen out in public with a black man--especially her favorite black man. We took a seat on a raised area on the left hand side of the room, with a small stage and a brass rail between us and the main seating area.

We ordered food, and watched the girls. I did notice a couple of longer glances than usual by a couple of the white guys sitting behind us on the seats against the wall. Anna was wearing a zip up sweater with no bra, which she had unzipped to just between her breasts. He chair was against Sam's, while I was a couple of chair spaces away at right angles to them. It was obvious to anyone looking that she was there with him and not me.

After we ate we started drinking and both Sam and I took some ones up to the dancers. As the night progressed he started holding Anna's hand, kissing it, a couple of times he kissed her, and at least twice, when I wasn't looking, and slid his hand inside her top to play with her breasts. She later said he got even more forward with the feels when I would leave to go to the restroom.

The last time we were with him her nipples still had the pierced rings in them, so I figure he was checking that out and discovering that she wasn't pierced anymore and seemed to be enjoying it more.

Anna didn't want to leave until I had bought a couple of lap dances, and after I did we waited on the cab, and he had his arm all around her, reaching all the way over to touch the other side of her leg.

When the cab came we went back to the hotel, all of us with a buzz.

I went into the bath room and when I came out he already had her sweater unzipped and was kissing her breasts. He sucked on her breasts, kissed her for long minutes, and eventually she stood up and slid off the sweater and unzipped her pants which was had worn without panties, and pulled them down her legs and stepped out of them, nude.

He unbuttoned his shirt, removed his pants, and his hard on was sticking straight out. She reached for it, slid her hand up and down it and enveloped it with her mouth, sucking him and moaning as she did, leaning over while seated on the couch and sucking him for a very long tie.

He put his hands in her hair and pushed her head down on his cock. Then he turned and sat down on the couch and she straddled over him, reaching down between her legs and sliding his cock into her pussy, bareback. She started riding his cock, and as she fucked him she moaned, "I missed you."

After fucking like that for a while, he stood and she sucked him some more, then he put her face on the back of the couch, her knees on the seat part of the couch and he moved behind and fucked her that way for a while, pulling on her hair as he fucked her.

They changed positions again, this time with her on the couch and her knees up to her shoulders while he was on his knees on the floor fucking her that way. He didn't come, and when they broke this time she led him to the bed, where he fucked her doggy style as he stood on the floor with her on her knees at the edge of the bed.

He flipped her over and moved on his knees between her open inviting legs and rubbed his cock over her pussy guided by his hand before moving forward and into her. He then fucked her missionary until he came inside her.

She went to the restroom, lay with him for a few minutes, cudding, playing with his cock and when Anna felt a little stirring again she sucked him again until he got hard. Sam fucked her again, missionary at first and then rolling her to her belly with her legs together and him on top of her as he fucked her from behind with her laying flat on her belly, his legs on the outside of hers.

Then he rolled her to her back, with her knees up and forgot all about anything except pounding his cock in and out of my wife's wet pussy. He fucked her until he came again, and didn't cuddle long.

He put on his clothes and as Anna lay on the bed, raising up to kiss him bye and him folding her breast a last time, he let himself out the door.

I was on her before he was out of the hotel, adding my load of cum into her already soaked pussy. I'm not into eating cream pies, but sloppy seconds are relatively new to us, and provides a completely different sensation to my fucking her.

We rested for a few minutes and I fucked her again. Then late in the night I woke up rock hard thinking about her come filled pussy and moved her to the side of the bed, stood in the floor and fucked her again.

When I woke up in the morning I lay there a while reliving the night, and again rolled over to her and raised her leg, sliding my cock into her from behind. "That's like pouring salt into an open wound" she said, "I'm raw."

I slid in slowly, "And now?"

"I can stand it."

More talk, less action.

2009-05-12T14:59:00.002-04:00

Long story from that conversation in the previous is we got home, went to the hot tub, were very tired, she got pissy,

and we ended up in an argument with no one getting laid.

The next night we were talking, again in the hot tub, trying for a better finish than we did last night.

In the course of it I told her she should be able to tell me she was a slut for black cock when she was sober.

I read aloud a couple of old horny variations letters that we'd used in the past to get her horny-and it worked.

She said that it was her trying to keep up that front of a nice girl Sunday School Teacher. I said that is what she was, but she had that other side that she could open up-and at least she should
be honest with me about it. It should be enlightening. She agreed.

So we came in, watched a video, she got on top of me, and I commented that she had said the night before that she would do 2 guys if I told her I wanted to watch her do it, rather than telling her I wanted her to do it. "Do you know the difference?" she asked, "You asked."

"Ok," I said.

"Then when are we going to do it." I was so shocked I didn't answer. Sounds like it is going to happen at some point though. I knew better than to comment back at that point.

Then as she was sitting on top of me, her pussy still soaked, I asked her, "Is there anything that a black guy has asked you to do that you haven't done?"

She thought. Well Terrill wanted to do my ass, I told you about that. So I did tell him no. But other than that no.

"I think you like being sub to black guys."

"I do."

"But you know that you're not really sub until he shares your pussy with a friend, You know that don't you?"

"Yes."

Her pussy poured, I mean, wet beyond comprehension. "You'd like for a black guy to share you wouldn't you?"

Yessssss," she said as she started fucking on my cock until she came.

Of course that was sex and pillow talk--and no one is held to anything said in that circumstance, are we?

So it is set, she booked the rooms for Sam tomorrow night, and emailed a couple of other past lovers and talked about a time to meet them, and as a surprise she said she wanted to give Kevin
one more chance - to email him and tell him if he could let us know by Monday that he could be with us on Monday he'd get to fuck her again. Of course he blew it, and the other guys she had emailed were unavailable.

But Sam was in.

More plans

2009-04-27T13:35:00.003-04:00

A few Days later

The scenario I described weighed on my mind-and so I contacted Nat about taking her out on a date.

I got this idea of him after I discovered at one of the video posting sites an interracial video of he and another guy fucking this skinny blond. And he was role playing with them. Of course I surprised my wife and had her watch the video with me. Before his face came into view I asked her if she recognized the guy. She didn't until she saw his cock.

I suggested an 80's club or beach music club to him with a lot of slow dancing. He said he didn't know of any. So I suggested a nice place for dinner, left the club out and the more I thought about it the more I thought about given her track record why would I put her in that position-and the bottom line was also that I had been left out. So I contacted Nat and said a change of plans, that I would be going along-and he said that would be awkward and wanted me to tell him how that would work. It so pissed me off that I told him that something had come up and I would let him know when we could play again.

And the day following:

This is not the first time her cheating has bubbled over and screwed up my emotions and generally the rest of an evening as well, but last night I really got serious and asked her, "When does it get to be my turn?"
That evolved into a discussion of how far she could push me, and why she had fucked someone behind my back (she didn't know for sure but part of it was wanting to, curiosity, and finding some way to be pissed at me.) I was drunk enough to accuse her of taking her piercings out intentionally-and she did admit that she did it to make it up to me, and said I had wanted her to to hurt her (which was wrong), and then she said that she had been mad about it-so I went back at her with then she had not really given me any gift or make-up because she had done it begrudgingly.

So after more discussion she said well, for instance, her doing two black guys. If I told her that I wanted to watch her do two black guys-and asked her to do it she would do it. If I told her I wanted her to do two black guys-then she wouldn't. A nuance, but nuance enough. It was all about asking.

She had asked me to hook her up with Sam and Darnell again, so I emailed Darnell through the online swinger hook up site we belong to, and set it up for next Thursday. Then she surprise me and told me to see if Sam was available for this weekend-so I did, and he emailed back immediately saying that anytime, anywhere. (I guess the stopping to meet him for lunch fired up his desire for my wife's pussy).

This time she wants him to take a Viagra before we start anything, and also told me she wants to go to a strip club. Sounds like a fun evening, and since he's spent the night once before I won't be surprised if she wants to do that again. Something about her liking to be fucked in the mornings. The thing I do like about her fucking him is that he doesn't mind me joining in and us double teaming her. We have 2 of the 3 times we've been with him. This will also equal the most times she's been with any single person.

But this is her only always bareback guy. No need to stress rubbers when he will fight tooth and nail not to use one. Guess I'd better get use to sloppy seconds on this one.

We were driving and she asked me, "Did you hear from Sam?"

"Why?" I asked.

"You know why."

"Say it."

"I want to meet him?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"You're gonna make me say it aren't you?"

Yes I am."

"I want to fuck him. I want to feel his black cock going inside me."

Being Shown Off fantasy

2009-04-21T18:57:00.001-04:00

September
Got an email from Sam yesterday, first time in several months. I think she is still planning on fucking him at some point-but didn't like being the pursurer. (his attitude is a turn off for her). She said at Mardi Gras it would be pretty good.

September, days later

So we went to a nice dinner, she had three glasses of wine, we came home, went to the hot tub with drinks, naked, and came back inside. She was wandering mentally and I asked her what was the most erotic thing she had ever done-and she replayed the meeting with Sam and her first black fuck. "It was everything I fantasized about and more," she said. She also said she wanted to fuck him again-and for some reason I got an email from him the other day saying we need to get together again. (As I wrote this it hit me, I wonder if those two things are related?)

Anyway, back in the room we started talking and what she said was that she would like to go somewhere with a black guy when it was obvious that she was his date. We talked about going to an outdoor concert, and I would sit on the side of the guy so it would be real clear. "You'd have to dress really slutty, just so everyone would know." She nodded.

And then I threw it that it would be hot to go into a club or restaruant with a black guy and I would hang around outside and come in a while later, so it would be obvious that she was with him. She really started getting soaked talking about it. Then with me inside her I told her to describe it to me, and she took it further.

I mentioned that she could go to a swing club/meet-greet dance place, she could go in, dance with him, and let him introduce him to his friends and have her dance with them too, and let them feel her up if they wanted. She got very turned on and as I had her describe it she did an oral fantasy of them guys taking her into a back room and fucking her one after the other.

I ordered a rub on tattoo of the Q of Spades tattoo, put it on her and we did the role playing again, with this time her in a low cut dress with it visible.

The Odds Turn

2009-04-09T09:25:00.001-04:00

Well we knew it had to happen sooner or later. She has been with 9 different partners since she started hotwifing-so percentage-wise it was probably our time for what happened last night.

The guy had emailed through our profile on a swinger site that succinctly details what we like and what we look for, and that I love doing photos while she played, and we specifically said that it gives me something to do while she is playing.

He hit the criteria: professional, well built, looking for playing without attachments, black, articulate. Non-smoker (though he said he was ok with the 420 crowd). One of the things that fit with our desire for discretion was he had no face photos of any ladies he was with shown on his profile.

She took a look at his profile and said that he was acceptable, so I emailed back, asked for a number, and she gave him a call, talking to him for about a half-hour. During the call he told her he had a concern about photos, and she reassured him that it was for our personal enjoyment only, that no one would see them, and that we had one regular fuck-buddy who had those concerns initially and he discovered that what we said was true. We also pointed out that there were no face photos on our public profile.

He told her that it was ok then, but that it was a trust issue, if he trusted us, he wanted us to trust him. I wasn't sure what he meant by that at the time.

We met at a restaurant beside a hotel in which we had rented a room for the night, with 7:30 set for the meeting. As we walked into the restaurant my wife mentioned, "I should have asked for a full face shot, because I'm not sure exactly what he looks like. The only photo on his profile showed the bottom half of his face." She has started taking a more active role in searching the sites, reviewing the emails, answering them, and handling most of the latter stages of when we meet someone.

We usually eat around 6:30 and there had been no mention of having a meal, so we ordered, and he called at 7:15, telling us he was a half-hour out, and that he had not eaten. We told him we had a menu there for him and he could eat while we chatted and got to know each other.

He arrived a half hour later, 15 minutes later than original discussed, and talked to me for 15 minutes without hardly noticing my wife who he had sat down beside. He finally asked if we were boring her, and he said a few things to her and I excused myself to go to the restroom to give them a chance to get to know each other a little. When I came out we sat there while he finished eating and then listened to a long rambling story bout his escapades at Hedo, where we had been one time. He asked us nothing about ourselves, and added several other stories-non-stop.

He mentioned he has been up since 5:30 and had flown in from a Northern city earlier in the day, getting in around lunch time.

When my wife excused herself to go to the ladies room, I remembered her saying he had hesitated when she mentioned I'm there doing photos and video, so just to be in the safe side I mentioned again that I like to video and take photos but they are for our own enjoyment and that no one will ever see them.

"No problem" he said, "but trust is a two way street, if I trust you then you should trust me." I agreed, telling him that I would be glad to give him photos and video clips as long as they were not put on any websites.

He said that he didn't want his face in photos, and I told him that the focus of my photos is not his face-but my wife, and that if his face was in a photo it was by accident but in that event it still would not matter because no one will ever see the photos except him.

My wife returned to the table and asked, "Ready to go?"

"Where are we going?" he asked, and she told him to our hotel room for more drinks. We went into the room and he sat down on a loveseat with my wife beside him, I sat at the desk area with the chair swiveled around facing them.

He proceeded to spend the next two hours in rapid narrations of his escapades. In detail one described his experience with a dominating woman and a cuckold submissive (and humiliated) husband, and how she would interrupt her lovemaking with him to criticize her husband and tell her husband how he should take lessons on how to fuck. He said he had met with them a second time, only this time the wife would not let the husband in the room, making him stay in another part of the house and the two of them texting back and forth, with her texting her husband while our narrator continued pumping her. I noticed that he got a visible hard on as he told this. His story had gone on so long that I was bursting to pee, and when I got up to go at the end of the story he immediately started into another story. When I got up I commented, "Well that sure wouldn't work with us."

My wife laughed with me, adding, "No it wouldn't".

His second story involved the wife of a couple in the South that he plays regularly when he is in their town. He enjoyed telling us that her husband was going out of town and had invited him to take her out to dinner and play in his absence, which they had done.

He went on to say that he had come home earlier that day from a trip in a Northern city where he had been meeting a different couple, and while there he was also texting the Southern wife, and in the course of their texting he invited her to come North an join him for the weekend, after checking with the Northern wife and asking if she'd object-with the idea (and plan) of sharing the Southern wife with the Northern husband. The husband was the last one he had asked if that sounded ok with him.

Bear in mind that as he is describing this, he was sitting on a loveseat beside my wife, talking about how on the previous three nights he has been with both these women, even describing how the husband and the Southern wife did not end up doing the deed, but at one point he doing one wife and feeling up the other, and pushing the husband's head toward the Southern wife encouraging him to get in the game. He said he had done this without breaking stride.

We talked briefly about our desire discretion on our end and how we did not give anyone photos showing her face. At the two hour mark (roughly 11 p.m.) He complained about the cold room and I told him once I turn the video light (an old tungsten light from my photography days) that it will heat the room up pretty quick, which was why we had it cold to start with.

My wife was wearing a low cut top with string straps, and I had been waiting for that strap to slide down her arm and it had not, but was enticing me from where I was sitting, and he didn't seem to notice. and I thought it is time to get things rolling or he was going to sit there and talk all night, so I leaned over and started slide the strap over her shoulder and down her arm, saying that the strap had been tantalizing me for the last hour. He stopped me. "That's my job tonight," he laughed, and slid the straps down off both her shoulder, exposing her breasts and leaned over and began kissing her nipples.

She stood up and they kissed more, taking each other's clothes off as they did, and I turned on the camera and shot four or five photos. He turned his back to me, and in doing so blocked the view of their touching (which I like to get into photos), so I stepped to the right and he moved to the right. I move to the other side and he says, "Remember no face". I thought we had covered that in detail prior to this, but I did try to shoot lower per his request. He moved his face to the other side of my wife's and I took some more photos. She dropped to her knees and sucked him hard, and he nudged her up. She walked to the bed and climbed on.

He followed, reaching into the pants he'd taken off and pulling out three Trojan Magnum's, opening one, laying the two unopened ones on the nightstand, and with no fingering, no oral sex, or anything else further in foreplay crawled between my wife's legs and pushed his cock inside her. I turned on the video light, closed the curtains to the hotel room, and turned on the video camera, one on a tripod and the other I set on the other nightstand, and began snapping photos, all almost a routine that I have done with every time my wife has played. As I move toward the top of the bed, the guy's lips were by my wife's ear whispering as he guy fucked her. She opened her eyes to lock with mine, waved me away, pointing at the tripod. "Move that back," she said. So I did.

She has said many times that once the sex starts she never knows I'm in the room, so for her to not like where I had a camera was strange. He didn't slow down in fucking her, and she started to moan.

I moved to the other side to snap a photo and she now looked up and pointed to the camera on the nightstand. "Take that one away." Which I did, but wondering where this was coming from.

As I moved the camera she said, "Do we need the lights?"

"What's going on here?" I ask. "You know we need the lights". (I have low end camcorders so they require lights to have decent video.)

"The lights and cameras are distracting him," my wife says. He stopped fucking.

"You keep trying to take photos of my face," he accused is a sharp voice.

This hit me the wrong way and I got pissed quick, but gave it a 10 count and sat down in the easy chair in the corner. After a moment in a tone expressing my displeasure with the comment, "Well we talked about this and everyone knew in advance how we do it."

Still with his cock inside my wife the guy pops off in the same tone of voice, "I just can't perform with the lights, I thought I could but I can't. " He pulled out, and rolled to his side, looking at me.

"What is it that I misrepresented about how we play?" I asked.

"Nothing, but if I am going to perform, well I...." He stood up as he said it, stripped off the condom and laid it on the nightstand. I looked over at my wife, trying to read her face, but it was not one of pleading.

"We told you we took photos and video." My wife nodded to me.

"Well," he stammered, "I think, I..., it's probably be best if I just go. I can't do this with the cameras." He reached to the floor and started stepping into his pants. Buckling them he added, "I'm sorry I took up your time." If he was expecting us to say anything along the lines of giving in to his requests about the cameras, he was wrong. He was greeted only with silence. My wife's expression turned to one of puzzlement now.

He pulled on his shirt, and I asked again, "You knew how we played."

"I thought I could handle it," he said, "I can't." By this time he was dressed, he picked up the two remaining condoms, and the one he'd pulled off his cock, "Where you want me to put..." My wife pointed to the trashcan. "Sorry I took up your time" he said. Without a word or gesture to my wife, not a good bye, not a "wish this would have worked different", or anything he turned and walked out the door. I locked it behind him.

I looked back at my wife. "You ok?" I asked.

"That was weird," she said flatly. I wanted to clear the air about one thing.

"You blame me for this?" I asked.

"No," she said, then adding, "Do we have to have two cameras?"

"I knew that was coming, Yes," I responded. "You blaming me for any of this?" I anticipated that she would say that if I didn't have to have the cameras that the evening would have gone better.

"No, you did nothing wrong-he was just strange".

At this point she said it was a rejection of her (she'd gained about 10 pounds since the photos on her profile, which no one really notices but her. She was especially put off by the lack of touching and foreplay-and we tried to analyze what had really transpired. It didn't seem that he freaked simply over the photo lights. I didn't know exactly what happened myself-still in shock over it.

If he wasn't ok with the appearance of my wife, he had ample time at the restaurant to have bailed. When we left the restaurant my wife and I walked back to the hotel and he drove, so he could have easily pulled out on the street and left. We waited for him at the entrance to the hotel, and he could have told us good night, the vibe wasn't right and left then. He didn't. We got into the room and before everyone started taking off their clothes he could have left, he didn't.

This was a man who bragged about fucking a woman while she is shouting humiliating commands to her husband and with us he is distracted by a video camera? A man who can fuck a woman while she is texting her husband elsewhere in the house what her black lover is doing to her can't "perform" (his word) with lights on? A man who can fuck one woman, feel up another, while directing husband of the woman he's inside on what he should be doing to the second woman-this man gets distracted by the clicks of a digital camera?

If he was tired from the trip and being up all day he could have easily bailed when we had talked on the phone at 1 and a 5 p.m. earlier in the day.

Instead he waits until he gets his cock in my wife, in mid-fuck and then says "I can't handle it."

I can't imagine the cameras being the problem-that there was something else going on-but I'll be damned if I can figure it out.

Her 8th Black Lover

2009-03-27T07:32:00.002-04:00

We met what would be her 8th black lover in a Holiday Inn bar. He had sent an email from a swinger site, she liked his approach, and the fact he was in a town at which we vacation sometimes and she said she'd like to have someone to play with there.

We approached him in the bar, He introduced himself as Mel, only he and the bartender were there, and he smiled. He had big wide spaced front teeth, and forgive me but I thought she would bail right then. He was good looking enough until he smiled, but Anna, being the nice person not wanting to offend smiled back, ordered a drink, and we moved to a table in the empty bar where the conversation went around to lifestyle stuff, "How long you been doing it? "How'd you get started."

At one point we were talking about photos and I showed him the one of Anna I carry in my wallet and he nearly blew it, "How long ago was that taken?" This is not the thing you say to a woman in her 40's. Anna jerked back like she'd been hit-it hurt. But it didn't register on him and I told her he didn't mean it in that way and he finally picked up on it and agreed. So we talked more and he said no one carries hot photos of their wives in their wallets but on their cell phone-and so I relented, showed him a topless shot of Anna I have on mine. And Anna blurted out, "I was probably on top of one right then."

She wasn't , but she had just been fucked by her big dicked friend so I guess that was close enough.

The conversation went through three drinks before he went to the rest room. "You want to bail?, " I asked.

"No, he's all right," she answered back. When he came back from the rest room I had complained about the watered down drinks, Jack for me, and she asked if I wanted another. I have the unwatered version in the room" I said.

"You ready to go to the room?" She asked. I nodded. "Let's go." And we went, he went to the car for his liquor, asked the room number and when we went to the room Anna said, "He may not come back."

"He'll come back" I said. At that moment he knocked on the door.

They started kissing, he felt her up outside her low cowl neck top that she'd worn a sweater over in the bar, and they kissed. At that point as usual I faded into the background and he laid her back, ate her pussy, she sucked his cock, and without taking the top off, which had slid to the side tantalizing exposing a hard nipple, he climbed between her legs and fucked her. He was probably the smallest cock she's had so far, but he made up for it in enthusiasm and ability to recover quickly. He pull out, take off the rubber, she'd suck his cock and they'd fuck again, missionary three times, her on top twice. Had to admire his recovery time.

The second fuck he was making out with her, he was on top, she was holding his cock, and he tried to slide it in without a condom, and she moved him away from her opening. I saw what was happening and butted in, "Condom"--and he said, "I don't want to but I will if I have to." So he did, and we had no problem with that the rest of the evening"

As they lay there recovering and cuddling after what was I think their fourth or fifth fuck (no kidding)--I handed him a marker with the request to sign his work, and he wrote his name, and I told him others had said "their name and 'was here", so he did, drawing a triangle on her from her pussy to each nipple. "I was here, and here, and here" he said as he drew it.

It revived him again, and she got on top-I'd had a lot to drink and since she was already marked on with the marker I wrote "Loves BBC" on the flat of her ass, which was soon bouncing up and down on his cock. He was bucking his body up underneath her, bouncing her into the air on his cock, and the gravity would slid her back down on it, she was loving it. She was on top, fucking, without her moving.

It took a lot of strength to be able to do that as long as he did. Finally he finished for the evening, said his good byes, and left.

Slow, but some promising preliminaries

2009-03-20T11:23:00.000-04:00

We've had little luck hooking up, had to go out of town for a couple of weeks, had conflicts with a couple of her guys, although she definitely wants a repeat with Dr. BBC.

She said she loves playing with his uncircumcised cock, playing with his foreskin, "There's so much you can do with it," she commented, laughing.

Meanwhile we received an interesting email in which a guy with a voyeur fetish wants to watch Anna with Nat He wants his wife to go black, but she hasn't got to that point yet (they're younger and have kids at home), so he's offered to buy the room, meal, drinks, if we will let him watch. When I first mentioned it to Anna she was very turned on, and when I re-mentioned it she was all for it.

Of course I don't think anyone reading this so far expects anything less than her inviting him to fuck her as well once she gets going-but we'll see about that, I'm not pushing it, suggesting it, or resisting it, I'm just playing it by ear. I wouldn't have any objection personally, but I've not been asked either. I did email him back and suggested how we play it. My overeager imagination has already run though the possibility's of renting a limo already. I can't imagine her not blowing Nat in the limo.

New Player

She checked on the swingers site with our ad and mentioned that two of the guys were promising, meaning that they were in the right age bracket, mentioned in their profile about discretion, no drama, and enjoying couples. And the guys are black of course.

So with drinks in us she decided to call a couple of them, and short version we're looking at one hook up Thursday or so, and another Sunday. Should be interesting. She is now more interested in variety and reveling in how each lover is a little different.

Monday

We got drunk and fucked and with a marker I wrote Slut for black Dick, with "black" on one boob, "Dick" on the other, and underneath "Loves BBC". I'm getting carried away with this marker stuff.

Wednesday
Made my second trip for rubbers today, just in case, come to find out I still had plenty in the zip up bank bag, but on at least eight different fucks I have handed one of her black lovers either a Trojan Magnum or Magnum XL. Reason I know is I bought a dozen of each and that's the count.

She's gotten more aggressive in her answering mail on the swinger site, and is really hot for this guy in the town a little north of us. She says "I have a good feeling about him." For sure I can tell the excitement. Tonight I'm charging batteries on all the cameras and getting everything ready, bought some more blank tape. Our daughter may come home which may screw up Sunday afternoon (at least for fucking).

She also ordered a Q for her Queen of spades ankle bracelet. I think it is sinking home to her that she can fuck everyone she wants, and I can definitely see something coming in that vein.

Guess we'll see.

A New Lover

2009-03-16T10:12:00.002-04:00

We met the latest guy in the bar, a guy she had contacted while surfing profiles on the swinger site we're members of, and he got her attention when he said he loves women who squirt. After a few emails and a long call, we decided to meet in his nearby town.
I went ahead and met him in the bar while she got ready, and damn what an entrance when she came it. It was a very hot, low cut dress that showed more breast than I've ever seen her just walk out in public. I had a hard on if it had been a restaurant with just the two of us.

We talked for about three drinks and went upstairs and she sat on this small ottoman on rollers, he sat in one chair, I in the other, and they started talking some more, I got up to go to the restroom and when I came back they were locked in a kiss. He scooted her back until the ottoman rolled back against the bed, and with the bed just a bit higher she was on a more or less incline. They kissed some more, he pulled a breast out of the lowcut top and began to suck on her nipple, then the other, with his left hand playing with the breast he had just been kissing, then he kissed her lips again and leaned her back on the bed, his hands at the strings straps of her top which he now slid down off her shoulders until her recently sucked on nipples were still standing up rigid.

He flipped up her skirt, and slid her panties down offer her hips while she lay back on the bed with a soft smile on her face. With her panties down she spread her legs, open and wide, and he took the invitation to start kissing her bare shaved pussy. He ate her pussy until she came a couple of times, and then he stood up and she sat up.

He unbuttoned his pants, let them fall, no underwear, and he had hanging down what had to be a 10-12" long cock, but the other things was it was a thick as my arm, and uncircumcised. This was the first uncircumcised cock she'd ever sucked, and she went right to it and devoured him for long minutes. Finally she stood up, pulled her dress over her head, and naked crawled onto the bed, rolled onto her back while he reached into his pants pocket for a Magnum XL condom, which he put on and crawled between her legs. She reached for it, rubbed the head of his cock between her pussy lips and guided him inside her, gasping as he slid in inside her rather quickly, and he began pounding, and I do mean pounding, all the way inside her. He pulled her legs up over his shoulders and kept on.

I moved around to the other side and by then she was squirting. He had marked on his profile that he loved women that squirted. "You been holding out on me," he laughed.

"Well that was my surprise," she said.

He kept fucking her, stopped for a while and ate her pussy, fingered her until she squirted again, fucked her some more and they took a break. He went back to the chair, and she sat on the end of the bad, both nude, talking, including me in the conversation, and after a few minutes she was back on her knees in front of him, sucking his cock, and he fingered her until she squirted for minutes, I mean minutes, then he put her back on the bed and fucked her again.

Next break they were talking for a while, then she started sucking him, and he put her back on the bed and when he climbed on this time, a rubber in his hand, I handed him a marker and asked him to sign his work. He asked what, and wrote on the side of her leg, "Property of Dr. BBC", and she sat up and sucked him and she stretched the rubber over his hard cock, then straddled him and fucked him until she squited and came again.

He sat back down in the chair and she got down on her knees in front of him and started sucking him, Deep throating him which turned him on even more. I still had the marker in my hand, and her ass was to me, and I leaned over and wrote "Loves BBC" on the flat of her butt, where most girls get backstrap tattooes. He slid down, put a rubber on, and she straddled him as he sat in the chair, climbed on his hard cock and began fucking him again, again fucking him hard, all the way inside, until she came again. She climbed off, he removed the rubber, and they hugged, her on her knees on the floor, he still sitting in the chair. She started sucking him again, he looked over at me and I handed him an extra rubber. (He had only brought 3) As she kept sucking him I took the marker and wrote in the middle of her back "Slut for BBC" and she never slowed down. This time he put her on her hands and knees and fucked her doggie style, and she had a great buzz going by then.

"Oh yess," she said as he fucked her, and he was shaking the whole bed with their fucking. "I love it," she moaned.

"What do you love?" I said.

"I love that big black cock inside my pussy," and both of them started pouring it on harder.

This was about all I could take so while he fucked her from behind I stripped off my clothes and climbed on the bed and lay down in front of her, and she started sucking my cock, and she finished up that way.

After that, considering he had fucked her twice more after he said he had to go, he actually left this time, this was when the hooker fantasy became a bump.

He offered to take care of half the room or even pay for the room and I said instead "Pay her", which really pissed her off and she refused to take the money, and I said well it was always a fantasy of yours, and she said, not it was my fantasy, so he didn't pay part of the room and I thought it ended, but that is when she said it was enough, that I was "Pimping her out".

Now this is the same woman who always wants me to arrange things for the most part.

Don't know what happened but after last night with a new guy. She has decided she doesn't want to do it anymore. No particular reason, but she says "I've done it."

The next day she said she didn't want to do it anymore. And since I respect her right to stop it if she wants I guess we've stopped. (but if she wants to play again that is her option). Of course we all know that she wasn't serious, just having doubts.

When we talked about it on the way home I told her I had never understood the phrase about a man taking a women, but he had took her, or ravished her that night. It was amazing how intense, and long he fucked her. I added, "Last night you were FUCKED, in capital letters." She just smiled that half-smile to herself that I now call her "black cock smile".

New Guy

2009-03-13T06:24:00.001-04:00

New Guy

We were drinking one night and she was surfing the website with our ad on it and emailed a couple of guys that caught her attention. One she has really been wanting to hook up with (she keeps mentioning him and she is really in anticipation because he had in is profile that squirters were preferred) can't meet because of his job and will not be near us for the next couple of weeks.

So I told her that morning that I was too busy to arrange anything but she needed to email someone and if she wanted to hook up with anyone we'd played with before, that she should email someone. I checked and she did.I always think it is more interesting when she initiates a meeting with a guy. I mean think about it, you're a guy and this girl you've fucked already emails you and asks what does your schedule look like? Something very erotic and slutty about a woman doing that, because a lot of the coy small talk goes by the wayside. What she is saying is I want some black cock-and there is no equivocation on it, she has said it and he's heard it-and most importantly she's admitted it to herself.

We're in a slump, she had wanted to meet one guy, and he didn't respond promptly, then another guy she's been looking forward to meeting calls, and she doesn't answer it. Then the first guy contacts and tells us he can't meet. She calls the other guy back, and he has arrangements to meet another couple. I cancel the hotel room. It is a non-black-dick-day for her.

We were talking about a friend who had started dating again after the loss of his wife, and we speculated that she had told him to start dating soon. So that night we're drinking and she asks if there are any special instructions if something happened to me. "Just don't embarrass the family" I said.

"It's my life", she responded. "And if something happens to you I will be dating only black guys, and may end up with one."

No sex - but a lot of mental self-examination

2009-03-10T10:21:00.001-04:00

No Gang Bang.

Since our last post She has gone to great lengths to emphasize that she will NOT do a gang bang, and by that

definition that is three guys, even if two of the guys are black and me. She says she won't do that. I asked her what

about two guys and me one after the other. She says no. But she also says that my doing her after they is ok.

Interesting to see how that ends up working out and what she will want to do with two black cocks in her at once.

Of course this is totally opposite what she had been saying at various times in the past--but regardless it is her

option to change her mind, she is a woman after all.

Late May

We had met a woman a couple of years earlier at Mardi Gras who we discovered had a nude site, and later found out that she was doing amateur porn, with black guys. When we began renting interracial vids she asked me, "Why don't you find some with Connie?" It wasn't until I went to a free interracial posting site on the web that I found a couple that someone had uploaded of Connie getting fucked by a well built black guy.

She was excited to watch them after I told her I had downloaded them, so we cut back early on the evening in the hot tub, and naked, on the couch, we watched them.

I asked her what she thought after all this time, in a serious vein, about her doing black guys.

She said that it was better than she every imagined, that they tried harder she felt because it was like they

wanted to prove something by fucking her well in front of her husband. "I love it," she said, "I really do."

And she loves the taboo of it. She said she enjoyed having her "slut for BC" collar put on her by a black man

- "it made it official," she said.

I asked her if she thought she was more submissive to black men, and she said she was submissive sexually period, but more so with black guys as they were more assertive-and there to fuck.

Later in the month, we were at a trade show, and out of the blue she says "I walked by this booth with this hot

looking black guy, and I swear I started getting wet."

So while she may not be getting much black cock at the moment she is thinking about it.

Catching up in the time line

2009-03-07T14:36:00.003-05:00

At this point I'm not sure that this narrative should no longer be the Journey to becoming a Hotwife but rather the Transformation into a Married White Slut who loves Black Cock, because that is how it has evolved.

In a little less than three years despite a period of her cheating and the time off from recovery of that she has at this point in her story been with seven different men, six of them black. She's been fucked bareback, had "Property of BBC" written on her shaved pubis with a marker, has been called a slut, had her ass slapped and hair pulled while being fucked doggy style, had her nipples pierced (and removed them).

She has reached a level of hotness (and sluttiness) that I always knew was within her, but it has been amazing to watch it emerge and her embrace it and enjoy it.

I mention all this at this point because at this point the narrative is within 12 months of where we are today--

and despite all the fun, she is beginning to have second thoughts, at least she said the other day, "I can take it or leave it now, I don't think about it all the time."
There are some outside reasons, including a grandchild that is taking a lot of attention--but in addition to the distractions there have just been some bumps in the road, or snafus, or for want of a better phrase rudeness and arrogance. I guess that will become clearer.

Early May:

After our first time with Kevin, who she picked, in part because in his profile pictures there was a great shot of he and another black guy seated on a couch while a blonde white woman kneels between them, one's cock in her mouth, the other in her hand-and a second photo, with the blonde straddling one of them black men with his cock inside her while the other leaned her back and kissed her.

I surfed some more on the swinger site and found that same photo on another guy's site, Doral we'll call him. She had talked about picking him because of that when I got around to mentioned it, e left it at that, although on one weekend I mentioned it and she balked, saying she wouldn't mind two guys at once but she didn't want to do a gang bang. So I told Kevin as we arranged our second meeting to plan on being there on Friday night, and if she asked to have his friend ready to come up on Saturday and join us - (This was her idea). But Kevin had a conflict, as did
Devin, who we had also talked to, and the idea died, although we did get a credit for the room.

And Doral took a back page as her enthusiasm-coupled with the reality of it possibly happening-dampened her talk and desire about interracial anything. She went into a two month slump with no interest expressed whatsoever.
Planning for the weekend and being unable to hook up had really taken a lot out of her, coupled with Kevin not bothering to answer emails. He would email and want to hook up, we'd pick a date and a time and double check the morning of the day, and he wouldn't answer. We would cancel the hotel, and a few days later here came another email wanting to hook up. "I'm through with head games with him," she finally said, "no matter how much I enjoy fucking
him."

After two months of sitting at home she got some stirrings going and we scheduled another get together with Nat. The second time with him she said he was distant-but the third time-equalling the most times she had been with any single black man with me there-went great. They were in tune, the fucking was great, he opened up a bit-and when we
finished I asked him-you know how we like to play, and you play with several people, you know any guys who would be into playing the way we like to do it?

A couple. One is a guy named was "Doral". We both looked at each other and laughed. Small world.

So we wrote Doral again, telling him this time we had mutual friends in Nat and Kevin. (In other words she's fucked both of them). And naturally as any man would I'm sure he called them to check things out, responded, I sent a face photo, and everyone was rolling. Both Nat and Kevin had photos of her getting fucked by each of them on their profiles, so he had a great look at her body as well.

So on our way back from a trip, she called him for the first time, and talked about getting together in a month or two. (Somehow I think that she has the idea of doing two guys at once in the back of her mind as a birthday gift for me-but I was wrong)

He told her he had heard a lot of good things about us, how we were nice people, and both Nat and Kevin had said she was beautiful. So they had been talking about her.

Somehow it is a bit unnerving to realize that three black guys are comparing notes about fucking my wife-I'm intrigued to know exactly what they're saying but I can imagine--.But in a way it is slutty and hot as hell too.

Recap

2009-02-18T15:25:00.002-05:00

The recent posts to this blog have been rather graphic descriptions of Deanna having sex with a variety of black loves--and the title of this blog is somewhat of a misnomer, as she is by any definition a hot wife, so it is not really the "Journey to Becoming a Hotwife", as she has made that journey, but instead the continuing journey.
Her preference is black men, and if she likes the she likes to meet them more than once. Friends with "benefits" might be the word.
The one thing I can do that is interesting though is we can be having sex, with me inside her and our not mentioning anything about interracial sex, and if she is not dripping I can say something as simple as "You love fucking black guys, don't you", and she'll do a long, "Yesssssss", and her pussy floods with warm moisture. That reaction along encourages both of us to continue on this journey.

Making it Official

2009-02-06T15:26:00.003-05:00

We left for vacation a day earlier after having pre-arranged to meet with Devin and spend a night along the road. This would be her third time with him. At his suggestion we got a room at the Holiday Inn Express with a suite, with a plan for him to meet us early in the afternoon. In the back of my mind I saw it as a fuck, dinner, and then back to the room for another fuck.

It was a great place for meeting, with a couple of restaurants within walking distance, and we went into the room, I set the light up and got the cameras ready, and a couple of hours late (traffic jam) he arrived and sat down on the couch and started talking, having a drink, catching up with our reality life, and I excused myself a couple of times to go to the restroom to give them time to get things started.

Each time I could hear him still talking through the wall. The third time I took just a little longer, and the drinks we had had hit them, and I didn't hear any talking, and walked out and there were on the couch in an embrace, kissing.

I sat down, started the cameras and watched them kissing, his hands roaming, and piece by piece peeling her clothes off a layer at a time, more fleshing showing, her breasts bare, kissing as more, him feeling her breasts, stripping her down to a single lace thong as they kissed. Then they went to the bed and finished stripping off her thong, and she got his cock in her hand and quickly had it in her mouth.

He positioned her on the bed, returning the favor, eating her pussy and fingering her with his long black fingers until she came and squirted, and he kept on, getting her hot again, and finally pulling on a rubber and quickly sliding inside her, talking dirty to her, telling her to "get nasty on his cock", and one point telling her

"You are such a hot slut." She responded to his talk with moans of pleasure as she continued sucking his cock.

They fucked until she came, and he kept stroking until he came, and I expected a break to go eat, but instead he stripped off the rubber and immediately had her lean back and he started eating her pussy, again, fingering her as he did. He did that until she came, and then he had her start what was the beginning of over an hour of her sucking his cock, along the way him losing an erection, then gaining it, and losing it.

Finally he got hard again and I thought he needed a perk-up and gave it to Devin in the form of handing him her a thin choker collar with slide on letters that reads "slut 4 bc".

He looked at it, smiled, and began to buckle it behind her. She was beaming, smiling at the camera with a warm happy smile.

It worked, as she moved into his arms, they kissed, with him feeling her up as she stroked his cock, and when he was hard she moved to her back and he moved over here and they fucked again, a bit more urgent, less distrated and certainly more into it. After they finished they cuddled some and he said his goodbyes.

"We can fuck but don't ask me to suck your cock," she said, "my jaw is just hurting too much from sucking him that long." Which we did, and we went to dinner together, without him.

I asked her later the next day why she was smiling and so happy as he was buckling the collar on her. She said, "Well we've talked about me being a slut for black cock, but it wasn't official until a black man buckled it on me."

"Official?" I asked.

"Now I'm a bona fide black cock slut, it's official when a black man buckles it on me and fucks me."

Third time with the Biggest BC

2009-01-22T18:07:00.000-05:00

I think she’s getting addicted to large cock. This time was the third time with Nat, and he has the biggest thickest cock I've ever seen on a man. She says it hurts, and he is emotionally distant, and for a while she was reluctant to meet him again, she just didn’t feel “close” with him. But the more she thought about his big cock—and the fact he is a good fuck and is readily available when we want to meet, he won out.
It was more comfortable this time, as everyone was aware why we were there, what everyone knew was going to happen, and a minimum of formalities. I guess for a third get together it was normal.
The first time we had met in a bar and from there went upstairs and he fucked her several times the first night. He ended holding his cock over her face and she opened her mouth and let him come in it, which was unexpected.
The second time it was at a hotel with a standard, plain hotel room, and they fucked a while and we broke to eat. She had a thin top that showed the darkness of her nipple on one side, more visible to me than when she looked in the glare of the mirror, and she asked him, not taking my word for it, "Can you see through this?" and I of course said "No", and he chimed in immediately, "No, it's ok." She wore it to dinner with her nipple visible for anyone who cared to look.
I told him during dinner when she went to the ladies’ room that she got turned on to dirty talk, that it turned her on. He tried it, but it was clear he wasn’t comfortable with it and this particular evening she was so out of sync that the dirty talk was almost a distraction—but not a turn on or a turn off Despite the wild sex, and her great orgasms, it was just like there was something missing.
We talked about it after the second get together and finally decided it was not that he was bad, he was just the least favorite, and she said she would fuck him again. (She never really said she wouldn't). She also claims that his big cock doesn't make a difference but I've watched her fuck a half dozen different guys now and he gets off on a big black cock-if not mentally-then certainly physically.
So this time it has been a few months, and we set it up, and called, he was good to go. He'd been unemployed for a while, and said at one point that he might have some car problems-but he got them worked out, got tied up in traffic, and called, telling us of the delay, and then asked if I had condoms-which I did.
When he got there he called and I walked him up to the room. She met him wearing her "I love black cock" tee shirt, with a fishnet teddy undeneath and matching fishnet hose. I had told her that I bet he would peel her like and onion when he saw her, but instead they sat down on the couch and we all talked chit chat for a while. He opened up a little about finally getting a job, and made no move. Eventually I went into the bathroom and when I came out she was in his lap, straddling him, kissing him on the suite couch. He was already holding her bare breasts in each hand, the teddy pushed aside and the tee shirt pushed up. They kissed like this for several minutes, their breathing getting heavier and she was doing "ungh, ungh", grunts. It had been a long time since I'd seen her this hot for a cock. He might not have known the signs but I did. She was in full bore slut at that moment. She was leaning her head back as he sucked on her nipples, and already breaking into a sweat.
He stripped off the tee shirt, and they both stood up, stripping, kissing, and when he lowered his pants she instantly reached for his cock inside his shorts. Once in her hand she leaned over from the waist and began sucking him, still in her teddy.she sat down on his knee, him naked, her hand on his cock while he kissed her, her teddy pushed down beneath her breasts, and his left hand fingering her pussy. The grunts increased, and then as they continued kissing and his left fingers in her pussy. He leaned to his pants and pulled out a Magnum condom as she stood and stripped off her teddy. He put the condom on his cock, and as she moved closer he said, "This first time is going to be quick because I've not had sex in a while", which seemed to turn her on more.
She straddled his cock, and guided it to her pussy, moving it back and forth coating the head with her juices and lowering herself down onto that huge black cock in a single motion. She began rocking back and forth on it, alternating with bouncing up and down on it while he held onto her waist for a while, and then would grab and squeeze her white bare breasts in his dark black handles, kissing the nipples at times while he did. She came a squishing squirting orgasm, and he pulled out.
They moved to the bed, where he climbed over her legs, his on the outside of hers and put his cock back inside her and began ramming his cock hard into her. He had the entire bed shaking, fucking like that for a while. Then he pulled out, moved over her, stripping off the condom and she stroked his cock until he came on her tits. She smiled a broad smile and turned to me for a photo, his come on her tits and hands.
They each washed off, and went back to the bed cuddling for a while and then he started fingering her till she started moaning, then he slid lower ate her pussy, and fucked her again before dinner, this time between her legs, holding her hands over her head and not letting her move them as they fucked. Then rolling her to her side and fucked her that way for a long time and fucked her from behind, until he got close to coming and moving her body, coming on her tits and chest again.
We took a break, went to dinner and he sat beside Anna. He declined to eat, saying he'd not been working, but when I told him I was buying he changed his mind, ordered a steak, and when they brought him pork ribs by mistake he freaked, telling them he didn't eat pork. But we got that straightened out, and we went back to the room, where he fucked her on top again, a very long time but it is hard to describe how he just crawled between her open legs and pumped his long thick black cock in and out of her pussy until she came about three times, over about 20 minutes or more. Finally he collapsed and came in the condom, with both of the declaring they were too tired to continue.
I went over to her on the bed, pulled down the sheet, and was playing with her left breast, pulling on the nipple, my camera in my other hand. "Grab her other boob" I asked Nat, and he did, and I got the shot of her smiling at me, one black hand on one breast, one white hand on the other.
He got dressed and as he left and asked to see me outside alone, so I followed him. He asked if he could borrow a couple of bucks for gas to get home. I handed him a 10 and told him we would see him again.
And we will.

New Lover

2009-01-10T09:38:00.001-05:00

Deanna got on a roll for a while, and surfed the swinger site we are members of, found one guy that she especially liked, emailed him and the next day we got a response. She called him and after a half hour of conversation I heard her hang up the phone, she walked into the living room and told me, “I have a good feeling about this one.”

So we met him in the same hotel as Nat. She was wearing a black thin spaghetti strap lingerie top with an open weave silver colored sweater and black pants, and he came in in a white dress shirt and dress pants. Over drinks we talked, he introduced himself as Kevin, and things were going well, but he seemed a little hesitant.

She had been taking bolder steps in her surfing and our conversations, so I figured I would give her the opportunity to take the lead more. I chose to walk to the hotel close by, she rode with him, and when I walked to the front of the hotel they were getting out of the car. I wondered if he had made an attempt to kiss her, but she later told me he did not.

We went to our room, had more drinks and talked a long while. I left a couple of times to go to the bathroom to give them some privacy to get started. For some reason the moment when a black guy first starts making out with my wife seems to be the most clumsy. Once they start I think her reaction takes all apprehension out of their thoughts, but that first kiss and embrace is the toughest.

The first time nothing happened, just each of them on the couch talking. The second time when I came out the restroom, after staying a while longer than usual, they were not talking, their arms were wrapped around each other and were in a long erotic kiss. He progressed quickly, playing with her breasts outside the cloth, then under her blouse, and of course no resistance but welcoming moans from her when he did.

I quietly moved to the camera and turned it on.

They were both breathing heavily and he took her hand and helped her rise. She went to the bed as he removed his shirt, she turned to kiss him again, and he did, breaking to pull her sweater over her head, and kissed her again as he tugged up her lingerie top, pausing to pull it off, and going straight to her pants, which he unbuttoned and let fall, revealing her lacy g-string.
He started to unbuckle his pants and she went immediately to help. When he felt her hands at his belt he moved to her breasts and played with them letting her continue to unbuckle his pants. She pulled his shorts down and with one hand cupping his balls, the other wrapped around his hard cock, she kissed him again, harder, while he fondled her breasts, pulling on her left nipple hard as the did.

He dropped to his knees and ate her pussy while she stood up, and then he stood up as she sat down on the edge of the bed and started sucking his cock while he leaned over slightly and played with her breasts. She was making little purring noises as she sucked him, enjoying his gasps as she sucked his cock into her mouth. He nudged her back on the bed and went down on her pussy again, his hands on the outside of her legs tweaking her nipples with his fingertips, and her nipples getting rock hard in response, two hard red buds on top of her soft creamy breasts.
She came like this, and he crawled on top of her, kissing her, his cock laying between them as they did, and he asked her between kisses, “Want to go on?”

“Un huh” she whispered back.

“Tell me,” he ordered.

“ I want you inside me,” she told him.

He went to his pants in the floor by the bed, reached inside his pocket, and pulled out a strip of three Trojan magnum condoms. He opened one and still standing started rolling it down his cock. She watched for a second and moved to assist, sucking his cock for a second once the condom was on his cock, he was saying softly as she did, “That’s it, That’s it.”

She lay back, her knees up, and he crawled between her legs.

“You want it?” he asked. “Tell me.”

“Yes, I want it inside me. Put your dick inside me.”

He entered her, she moaned as he did, “Oh God, Yes.” It marked her sixth black guy. (Now has fucked three times as many black guys as white). He fucked her as he held her ankles high, the move lifting her ass off the bed, and as she got more vocal and into the fucking, he lowered his hands to her upper thighs, pulling her against him as he fucked her. He was on his knees, and she had her legs wrapped around his back, heels on is back, sometimes on his ass, sometimes locked behind him locked at her ankles, moaning in pleasure as they fucked, “So good,” she was groaning.

He was whispering things too her that I couldn’t hear, but her response was “Yes, oh yes, I want it, it feels so good, you fucking me.”

Love it?,

Love it?,”

Sas repeating back to him “It feels so good,” she moaned.

Love it?”

“Yes, I love it.”

Sas repeating back to him, “You do it so good.”

“That right? Say it.”

“I love your dick in my pussy.”

He rose off her and pounded her steady and slow, coming again, and collapsing on top of her.
“That hit the spot,” he laughed.

He paused to eat her pussy some more, and then pulled one leg up and slid his cock inside her again, slower, laying on top of her, asking her, “You like that cock in you?”

“I love your cock in me,” she answered.

“You like me eating your pussy?”

“I love how you eat my pussy,” and he rose off her and started pumping her faster and harder, putting his fingers into her mouth for her to suck, which she did, and finally coming.

“Wow.” He said.

He dropped the rubber in the trash, and the cuddled for a short time, everyone having a water, and she rolled over him and sucked him back hard. He retrieved another condom from the nightstand and handed it to her. She put it on him, rolling it down his cock and still holding his cock she straddled him cowgirl, guiding him to her pussy lips and slowly lowering herself down onto his hard cock, his black cock disappearing up inside my wife. She rode his cock for a while, leaning back and his cock popped out. She reversed her position and did reverse cowgirl. He had her lean forward off his cock and he told me, “You have to see this from this angle,” and I walked around to see his cock and her pussy interior bulging out toward him as she slid away from his cock. I took a photo or two, and she watched us in the mirror she was facing, listening with a strange look on her face as her husband and the black man whose cock was inside her pussy discuss how how that scene she could see really was.

She came like that and when she rolled off him he tapped her ass and she took the hint, going to her knees, and he put his cock inside her doggy style, his body making loud audible “pop”, “pop” sounds when their flesh hit as he rammed home. He came like that, and ate her pussy and then fingered her from behind. They took a break, we fixed fresh drinks, and they were still naked cuddling. She moved to his front and on her knees took his cock into her mouth again. He pulled her hair back and held it with one hand, holding her back from sucking his cock, teasing her with it, pulling it away when she tried to take him in her mouth, then rubbing his cock wet with her spit and his pre come over her face. He stopped the teasing and let her suck him, which she did eagerly.

He pulled his cock away from her mouth, put a new rubber on, and led her to the easy chair, had her get into it and pulling her legs up over her head fucked her in the chair for a couple of strokes, pounding her, his knees on the floor. He moved her back to the bed, holding her legs wide apart as they fucked, fucking her hard making her boobs bounce wildly, almost as if he was trying to shake them off her body. Talking to her as he fucked her, “Want it?”
“Yes I want it. Fuck me. It feels so good.”

He was putting his fingers in her mouth again as they fucked, holding her hands on the outside of her thighs as she raised her ass off the bed and ground her pussy against him, his cock as far as it would go inside her.

She came, and he lay there with his cock still inside her, kissing her, the pulled out and
stopped to eat her for a while, holding both of her hands in his while he did.
They stopped to rest again, and she leaned over on him. He was playing with her breast with one hand and she leaned over putting her nipple in his mouth and he kissed and sucked her nipple as she finished her drink.

“Straddle my face,” he told her. He put her in a 69 that they maintained that for a very long time. He ate her until she came, and then he put her on her back in missionary position and fucked her some more, this time as he fucked her he was whispering in her ear, again I couldn’t hear what he was saying but she was saying, “Yes, put that black dick inside me.”

She put her hands down to has ass has he fucked her, holding her other hand on his head, her knees held up to her shoulders by his shoulders.

“Like my cock in your pussy,” he was asking.

She was repeating back to him, “I love fucking you…I love you black cock in my pussy.” The dirty talk got her going even hotter, and after the final admission to loving his black cock inside her and vocalizing it she came again, as if actually saying it had been the trigger to her coming.
They both collapsed and he got up quickly, saying he had to go to work the next day. She remained nude.

I handed him a marker with the usual, “Sign your work,” admonition, and he leaned over her pussy with not prompting, beginning to write on her bare pubic mound. When he stopped I could see he had written “Property of BBC” on her pussy. I repeated to her what he had written and she just smiled.

He looked down and told her, “I have to tell you, that pussy is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. I just had to hit it once I saw it.”

We all laughed and she kissed him bye, her naked and he fully clothed, pulling on her nipple with his fingertips and stretching her nipple out as he did. He let himself out. And then it was my turn, and I enjoyed her wet just-fucked pussy as well.

This is true and exactly how it happened, and it is not total recall that I can be this specific about what happened as it did, but simply because I video her being shared and write the descriptions as I watch it again. When we watch them together she often says, "I don't remember that--but it's hot!".

Second meeting with Nat

2008-12-27T13:31:00.000-05:00

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.”

The Glitch

2008-12-14T12:13:00.002-05:00

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.

Black Cock Fix- Fifth Lover

2008-12-11T09:25:00.001-05:00

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.

Bareback

2008-12-05T15:06:00.002-05:00

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.

The Beginning--AGAIN--retrospect

2008-11-30T07:34:00.002-05:00

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

Introduction:

“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 naïve, 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.

Pre-Beginning

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.

A Turning Point

2008-11-25T07:33:00.001-05:00

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.

Saying the words

2008-11-24T12:13:00.001-05:00

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?”
“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”
“Well?”
“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?”
“Yes.”

Overnight Guest

2008-11-10T14:32:00.000-05:00

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.

Third Time with her First Black Lover

2008-11-03T17:19:00.003-05:00

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.

Back on the Black Cock

2008-10-25T10:18:00.002-04:00

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.

Pierced nipples

2008-10-21T12:05:00.002-04:00

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.

Things Turn to SHIT

2008-10-10T09:00:00.000-04:00

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.

A NEW YEAR AND THINGS TURN TO SHIT
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

2008-10-10T08:59:00.000-04:00

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.

First Time At Hedo

2008-10-04T07:35:00.002-04:00

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.

Getting Ready to go to Hedo

2008-09-30T13:31:00.001-04:00

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.
“What?”
“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.”!

Repeat with No. 3

2008-09-20T07:59:00.001-04:00

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.”
“Yes.”
“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.

She Has More Black than White

2008-09-16T15:20:00.001-04:00

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.

Mentally Preparing for Number Three

2008-09-12T12:06:00.000-04:00

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.

Her Second Black Cock

2008-09-06T11:52:00.003-04:00

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,”

SLAP

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.

“Yes.”

“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.

Contact with soon to be Lover No. 2

2008-09-05T07:06:00.001-04:00

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.

Time to Quit or Continue? Second thoughts

2008-09-02T15:44:00.001-04:00

Over the ensuing weeks after our second night with her first black lover, she became very antsy, asking if I had sent him photos and if he has responded. He did ask for some, which I sent and then said he wanted to come by and have a drink. Funny thing is earlier, two days earlier, in the pool, having drinks, she asked me, “Would it be ok if he came by here?”
On my gut it sounded like they were talking—or at least heading in that same direction. I thought about it and said it was crazy, that family might drop by, as it was 4th of July weekend, and his family would be close by (he has a brother that lives very near us).
She was very disappointed, to say the least. And then he sent another email, asking again to get together. I answered and said it would be impossible.

Meanwhile we had not talked about it a lot, instead planning a vacation at an open minded adult resort, Hedo, (with the implication that she might find someone and fuck there.) But she got mad at one point, saying that it was time to stop, that she didn’t want to see him again, and it would just escalate, as it has always escalated. “What’s next?” she said.

That night, in the middle of fucking, with a good liquor buzz on, she gasped, “You know where it will end?”

“No.”

“It will end up with me fucking a lot of different guys, with a gang bang.” She said it in a tone that said to my subconscious to let it lie, and I did.

After watching some interracial videos over a few nights, I did show her the video of her fucking him the second time. After watching it I started it over again just listening to the sound, which was very loud and hot. That’s so hot.
“I love it.” She said as I slid inside her.
“Love his black cock, love his fucking me,” then as I pumped her pussy she said, “I want more.”
“More what?”
“I want a lot of strange men, I want a lot of different black cocks.”

After the Second time

2008-08-30T13:40:00.001-04:00

Of course we talked about it, and Anna was somewhat distressed when I told her that I didn’t see any reason why we couldn’t continued to play with Sam, but I didn’t think it was safe to be exclusive with him. She disagreed, said she didn’t want to do a lot of different guys, and finally said, “If that is what you need you find somebody for me to fuck and I’ll fuck them.” I knew that was a challenge rather than a request so I let it slide.

A few days later, in the pool, drinking, and talking, she asked, “Would you mind if he came here?”
“To our house?” I answered. She nodded. I said I didn’t see anything wrong with it, but then I said it was simply too risky—to him (his sister-in-law lives nearby and his wife would be there while he came over to fuck my wife), and to us, should family drop by unexpectedly. So we decided no.

I ran an ad again, toldher, and she said, “Well the next guy doesn’t have to be black.”

Two night later, she said, as we talked about what it was that had been exciting to her about her black guy, she said. “Yes, it was because he was black. There, I’ve said it. I love fucking black men.” I smiled as if she had told me something I didn’t know.

Second Time--Same Guy

2008-08-24T16:18:00.002-04:00

The second meeting with Sam was six weeks after the first time. After that first night it was like a special secret we shared, we could be in public, look at each other, smile, and we'd both know what we were thinking.

Although the first time jitters were now gone, we knew would be more complicated. We were out of town with friends, he was in the same town, with some of his friends, and despite being there for the weekend we didn’t plan to get together until the last night, although we figured we would bump into each other at some point.

We were moving between bars with our friends when I went on the upstairs deck of one bar, and saw Sam sitting there talking to another couple. I went back in to Anna. “You have a friend on the deck,” I said.

I watched her face as she ran through a dozen different emotions. We had talked over and over about being discreet without being obvious—to ourselves and to our friends, so he rose when he saw me extended his hand and we talked like old friends. I guess we were friends. It’s hard not to be when you’re both fucking the same woman.

We introduced him to our friends, he went with us to a couple of bars, circulating, not being to obvious, and I reconfirmed that we were still on for the next night.

On the last night Anna started getting ready early, going to great pains to wash her hair, apply her makeup and put on one of her sexiest gowns, one with sheer lace panels over her breasts that was cut in a way that pulled your eyes to her breasts and the inviting nipples underneath. She pulled a silk housecoat over that to not be so brazen.

She began being anxious about 10 minutes before he called, more than just anticipation but wanting it to happen and afraid it might now. She said she was sleepy, and if he didn’t call soon she would just tell him not to come, and as she said that the phone rang.

I went to the hotel entrance to guide him to our room, and when I re-entered the room I found a very alert and awake woman who greeted him with a smile and a long French kiss.

Sam sat down on the couch, with Anna beside him but not too close, while I sat on a bar stool in the small suite. I poured everyone a drink, wine for them, Jack for me, and we made small talk, what we’d done over the past few days, restaurants, bars, and then the conversation just hung there. It was like we knew what everyone wanted to happen but we were all unsure how it should proceed. He took her hand and held it, pulling her closer to him, and I excused myself and left the sitting area to move into the bedroom to see if my leaving might make things a bit easier. I washed my hands, changed into sweats, double checked my camera, make sure the room was neat, and went back in. It looked like they hadn’t moved—although in the video I had left running on the bar I saw that they had both watched me leave and then began kissing for long kiss, breaking it before I came back into the room.

As the drinks warmed us he moved his left hand around her waist, and rubbed his right hand over the outside of her breasts, rubbing her hair, and dropped his hand to the opening of her housecoat and slide his hand inside to caress her breast. She titled her head back and said softly, “That feels nice.” He continued, playing with her breast, first one, then the other, then opening her housecoat, taking minutes to do each, and finally untying her gown, pulling each breast out. She would look down at his hands touching her, and at times lay her head back and enjoy his caresses. With her breasts out and his hands on them she turned to kissing him again, and he kept caressing her breasts.

He scooted her up, shifted, and lowered his lips to her breast, licking it, circling it with his tongue, rapidly flicking his tongue back and forth over it as he cupped her breast in from the side between his thumb and forefinger of his huge hands. He sucked on her nipple and it stood up hard and deep red, glistening from his saliva, as he moved to her other breast and did the same thing, As they continued kissing he lowered his hand between her legs, pulling one leg over his to open her panty covered pussy to his touch.

He was rubbing her pussy through her panties, kissing her, then lowering his head to suck on her breast some more, back and forth. After a while of this he took her hand and they both stood, taking her drink from her hand and setting it on the counter, pulling her into his arms as he kissed her and she went willingly.

He stripped off her housecoat, she shrugged her shoulders and let it fall and she removed his shirt. He unbuckle his belt and pulled it from the belt loops, laying it on the couch and as they kissed she began unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down, looking at his hard cock, and diving her hand inside his brief to hold his cock with one hand while they kissed again.

She dropped to her knees and took his hard cock into her mouth as he bunched up her hair and held her head with her hair on top of her head as he stared down at this beautiful white woman eagerly sucking his cock, holding it with one hand, her other hand cupping his balls. He turned to sit back down on the couch, nude, and still in her gown she knelt between his legs and continued sucking on his hard black cock. She rose up a little and rubbed his cock over her breasts and then returned to sucking him.

He pulled her up to kiss him, and as he did he gathered her gown in his hands, pulling it up over her ass and then over her head, pulling her to him putting her creamy white body against his black flesh, such a noticeable contrast, his hands squeezing her ass through her panties. She lowered her mouth to his cock again, pumping his cock with her hand, rubbing his cock around in her mouth, and she was sucking his nipples at times. Sam stood and she rose with him, stripping off her panties, his cock sticking straight out now, pressed between their bodies as they kissed, and she asked him, “Ready to go to the bedroom?”

“You lead the way,” he said, and she turned, her hand still on his cock, leading him for a step while still holding his cock before she released it.

He stood while she sat on the bed and he continued to fuck her mouth, until he leaned her back on the bed, climbing onto the bed on his knees and moving toward her. She opened her legs for him and there was that freeze-frame moment of this spread open white woman, watching this large erect black man easing forward on his knees, holding his hard cock in his hand and leaning over to that first touch of flesh against flesh, the tip of his cock brushing her swollen pussy lips, lightly brushing the head of it over her bare shaved pussy. He wasn't wearing a condom, which was not even discussed after he had fucked her bareback several times during our evening a few weeks earlier.

Using his cock head he moved it up and down, parting her pussy lips, and Anna watched as he guided his cock to her pussy. He was close, rubbing the head of it over her clit and down lower, between her pussy lips, close enough that he didn’t need to slide it in, when his cock reached her pussy it popped partially inside. He moved his hand away, remaining half way inside her, then placing his hands to her knees he started to slide his bare cock into my wife. As he went in Deeper she rocked back, opening her legs wider to him, taking him all the way inside her, her expression glazing over and she gave herself over to the passion and lust of fucking.

Once all the way inside he put his hands on her ankles and held her legs wide apart as he began pumping in hard strokes, pulling his cock all the way out at times before plunging it hard into her, all the way to the balls on each stroke. She moved her arms to his shoulders and he kissed her and they continued fucking, each stroke eliciting a soft whimper that turned into a grunt.

He fucked her for a while like this and then pulled his cock out of her, and rolled her over as he had done the first time, putting her ankles between his knees, her head down, and started to fuck her from behind, his hands on top of her hips and pulling her body back to meet his pumping cock, their bodies making a soft slap of flesh against flesh as they collided. He started getting fast and she got louder, more urgent, and he asked her, “You like this?”
“I love this,” she gasped back as he continued fucking. She had her face flat on the bed with her arms stretched in front of her, letting him fuck her at his own pace, as he wanted. He slowed, pulled out, his cock black and glistening with her juices, rolled her to her back, her legs under his shoulder, and rolled forward.

He guided his cock into her pussy again and began fucking her hard, his hands under her pulled up knees and arms, kissing her, shifting, and she wrapped her legs around him, her arm reaching to hold his ass as he pumped in and out of her, her other arm holding on as he fucked her, rocking the entire bed, their gasps loud and urgent. She got close to cumming and he told her to cum for him to let it go. She was trying hard not to squirt, but she could control it and squirted as she came. He kept fucking her and from the sounds I could tell she was in the middle of a second one.

He moved her hands over her head, locking them with his, holding them between his fingers not allowing her to move as he pounded his cock in and out of her. Kissing her, fucking her, her breasts bouncing wildly with his pounding fuck. He must have fucked her hard like this for 15 minutes. He got closer and asked her, “you want it in you or on you?”.
“On me,” she answered.
“Where do you want it?”

“On my tits” she breathed and as he did he pulled out, moved over her with her knees still up around her shoulders, and was coming as he did, coming a lot of thick sticky cum that she later described as like butter.

She smiled as she did, rubbing his hot come over her body, pulling a bit of it he milked from his cock and tasting it. Still in that position she sucked his cock into her mouth, milking the last of his come from it, and then lay back, a satisfied smile on her face, naked in front of me and this large black guy who had just giving her a long hard fucking.

We went back into the sitting area, where she pulled a blanket over them but underneath her breasts, leaving them exposed and he wrapped his huge black arm around her, his left hand resting on her breast as I poured everyone another drink and we sat there, chatting again.

She turned to kiss him and he pulled the blanket up, putting his hand between her leg where he began to softly finger-fuck Anna. He whispered to her, “I want to see you suck your husband,” and she obediently raised from the couch and pulled my pants down and began sucking me while he watched now. He stood, and when he did she turned to him, dropping to her knees, naked in front of his semi-soft cock, taking it in her returning to her sucking his cock, her hand still on mine, sucking him for a minute, then moving to suck me, never taking her hands off both cocks. I could have let this go on forever but he broke to go to the bathroom and we went back into the bedroom.
When he came out she went into his arms again, but this time he told her, “I want to you suck him while I watch.” I lay back on the bed, she moved to suck me, on her knees, and I handed my camera to Sam.

“Here, you take some photos,” I asked. He took the camera and took photos of me just as I had been taking photos of him—both of us with the same woman a few minutes apart. He lay down to watch us, beside us in the bed, and after a while of it I told her, “You’re neglecting our guest,” and she rolled to him and began sucking his cock. I thought that on her knees I would fuck her while she sucked him, I was rock hard from her sucking, but she lay flat on the bed making it impossible to reach her, so I moved behind her and began to finger fuck her pussy, rubbing her g-spot which always produced her strongest orgasms. She began moaning and pressing back against my moving finger, holding his cock beside her face as her moans turned into gasps, then bellows as she came, squirting on my hand as she did.
He gathered up her hair to the top of her head and firmly gasped it in his hand, moving her head around, forcing her head up and down on his cock by holding her hair as a handle.
He talked to her as he did and I fingered her and she sucked him, asking her,
“You like this?”
“Mmmmmmm”
“You like not being in control, don’t you?” he asked, moving her head back and forth.
“Yessmmmmm,” she moaned back.
“You love being totally under the control two men at the same time, don’t you?
“MMMMMMM” she said even louder. I took the cure, if she was doing as we commanded.

“Ride his cock,” I said, and she moved up, over him, her hand on his cock, guiding his cock head to her pussy, parting her lips with his head of it, rubbing it back and forth and finally positioning it at her entrance and lowering her body on to him, bouncing up and down on his cock, but she moved off him and continued sucking him, I went back to fingering her, and he moved his right hand to her ass, his fingers moving around her ass, but not moving further, just rubbing around it.

She came again on my fingers, and then collapsed, turning around to wrap her naked body against Sam’, her leg laid over his, the pale white skin intertwined with his ebony limbs.
It was then that we all seemed to notice the time, and he had to leave, as he was already late. The quiet passion of the evening ended as he hurriedly pulled on his clothes, kissed my wife goodbye with the promise of a future meeting, and left.
I had not been fucked, she was still naked, and had no come inside her at this point—a condition I remedied in the few minutes following his departure.

Blog Expectations

2008-08-21T08:43:00.003-04:00

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.

The Morning After

2008-08-17T08:21:00.003-04:00

If you read the previous post I describe our waking up the next morning, her black lover on her left, me on her right, her starting to go down on me, moving to him, as I entered her from behind, and before I finished I withdrew and he rolled her to her back, climbed between her open legs and with no further foreplay started this day the way he had begun it the evening before, fucking my wife. This time bareback as well.

She orgasmed several times, and when he came inside her her rolled to the left, and stepped to the bathroom. And that is when I took the above photo. She had felt a pulsing black cock inside her just seconds before, and she has not closed her legs he has just left from being in between. She just lay there, catching her breath, reveling in the moment, the morning sun touching her bare body.

It is one of my favorite photos from that first time.

Same night--more sex

2008-08-16T17:35:00.000-04:00

We all just sat there in silence. I had witnessed the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life. I watched the pale naked woman I had married curl up in the embrace of this large dark man she had just fucked. Everyone was smiling.
They lay there together for long minutes, her hands lightly caressing his leg. Eventually he got up to go to the bathroom, and I climbed on the bed. My wife came to me, pulled down my pants and began sucking my cock, on her knees, her ass in the air. Sam walked out of the room, took one look at the scene and pulled another rubber on, reaching her ass, pulling it to him, and again pounding her pussy from behind, this time as she sucked my cock. She had dreamed of a menage a trios as one of her favorite fantasies—and here she was checking another life long fantasy off her list.
I began to talk dirty to her, which was turning her on and she was moaning, he was telling her how adorable she was, pounding her and forcing her onto my cock, and she was soon gasping for air that she was grunting and as she held to my cock from the pounding her pussy was taking, saying “Oh my God” over and over, muffled by my cock in her mouth and finally just holding it to the side in her hand as she was being fucked by him.

This went on for long minutes, and she stopped sucking my cock, released her grip, and concentrated on the fucking Sam was giving her from behind. I moved off the bed and she never noticed that I had left, even though she had just lived her ménage a trios fantasy as well. She had had a cock in her mouth and a cock in her pussy at the same time. At that moment she wasn’t thinking about anything except the pleasure of that cock continually pounding in and out of her body.

With two fucks in less than an hour everything got really casual, she lay still in his arms, they were talking in quiet voices, and occasionally he would lay on his back and she would playfully climb on top of him, rubbing her breasts in his face and he would suck them, but no one making any effort to initiate more fucking, which I was hot to see more of. I just watched their caresses and contact, and they started including me into the conversation.

We started talking about condoms and he said they usually gave him a rash and he had not worn one in over ten years. “The only other women I’ve been with have been my wife and the other woman I had told you about”. (He had mentioned in our conversations he had met with another couple from time to time). We decided that condoms wouldn’t be necessary.

They lay there caressing each other’s bodies, oblivious to me now. He rolled he to her back and kissed her, sucked her breasts again, a long time, lay his hand between her legs and began a slow finger fucking her pussy with his long middle finger going inside while his palm rubbed her clit and his fingers on either side of her pussy pressed down. Her legs opened wide, relaxed, and waiting. She started moving, rubbing his cock, getting him hard, and after a lot of touching and he moved between them, pulling up her legs to her shoulders, and guiding his bare cock into her open pussy.

He slid in quickly, bareback, and began a muscular pumping of my wife, his ass clinching at he sunk his cock balls-deep inside her. He moved higher, laying down on top of her, her left breast visible on my side, her face not, but the sounds of her fucking, the sounds of his body slapping against her’s on the downstrokes, and the little twitch in her body each time he rammed home as he fucked her just contributed to a wild fucking that was shaking the entire bed. She crossed her legs at her ankles behind his back and raised her pelvis so she could to meet his thrusting fuck, his body making long hard strokes in and out of her dripping pussy, never really going to a rapid pace but getting louder as he came closer to cuming, fucking her for long minutes, longer that I could ever imagine someone not cuming, and then he made a few grunts of his own.

He held his cock Anna inside her, making shorter strokes, all the way into her, his balls slapping against her, and then he gasped and lay still, kissing her, caressing her, making no effort to withdraw, and still inside her talking and caressing her body. He didn’t withdraw from her pussy for a long time. When he pulled out they just cuddled. Unlike what you read in the cuckold forums and blogs, there wasn’t a big deal made about his having just cum inside her.

They lay naked in the bed for the next hours, she’d suck him for a while, trying to get him hard, he’d caress her body, playing with her breasts, kissing and sucking them, she would get on top of him, hold his limber cock and rub it against her pussy. She wanted to fuck him again, but he concentrated on cuddling, making out, and soft caresses. Looking back on it now I think after three times he was through. That didn’t mean she didn’t try. If she wasn’t rubbing her breasts over her face she was sucking his cock. Any time they would just lay there and talk she hardly ever took her hand off his cock.

In their talk she mentioned toys, and she told him she had a dildo in the suitcase. He got it, moved on top of her in a missionary fuck position, and using the dildo, fucked her with it, kissing her constantly as he did. They lay there cuddling more, when he remembered he’d left his credit card at the bar, with the account open. He freaked, as he probably should have. He pulled on his clothes and left, planning to return later that evening. As the door closed I moved on the bed with my wife, her legs still open, and climbed between them. “How about this? I said, “Two men in less than 20 minutes—and my first sloppy seconds.” She smiled as I put my cock into her soaked pussy and began fucking her in the way I’ve spent over 20 years learning how to do. It didn’t last as long as he did, but it was still great. I finished, rolled to the side, and now we cuddled.

“I want him to spend the night here,” she said, “In bed with me. I’ll sleep in the middle.” We had talked from the beginning in emails with him and in conversations with her that I thought we needed some time with just me and her afterward to get a handle on our feelings, and to decide if we wanted to get together again the next morning. So much for plans. I said ok. He came back in about an hour, climbed into the bed and she rolled back into his arms. It was 3 a.m.

“If you start to fuck wake me up so I can watch,” was my only comment as I dozed off. Sometime in the night she moved toward me. I touched her, naked, and caressed her breast. She was very sleepy and he must have been doing the same thing with Sam. “Both of you all, I’m sleepy, keep your hands off of me” she grumpily said. I rolled over and went back to sleep.

I could see light through the curtains when I woke, around 9 a.m., and couldn’t believe what we had just done the night before. Not regret, or guilt, or second thoughts, just a smile to myself that it had actually occurred. And the realization how totally erotic everything that had happened. I pulled Anna to me, cuddling, and she lay there for a few minutes, her naked body against mine. Sam appeared still asleep. I took her hand and moved it to my cock, and she stroked me gently into hardness, holding my cock, and I moved my hand to the back of her head, gently touching it, nudging her head forward a single soft push and she moved down and began sucking me. I was rock hard. Sam stirred beside her and I touched her shoulder nudging the side she would roll if she rolled toward him. She took the hint, and pulled the cover back and moved from sucking my cock to instant to sucking his cock next. She started moaning, moved around to her hands and knees and I moved behind her, my cock parting her wet pussy and sliding in and began pumping her body, fucking her, as she woke up her black lover laying beside her with a hungry blow job.

As he woke further he saw what was happening, and moaned, “Oh yeah, every woman’s fantasy to get fucked and suck at the same time,” and as I continued, she got more animated in her sucking. I pulled out before I came and moved to get my camera. She moved to her back and he instantly rolled over top of her and slid his cock inside her. The move took less than an instant, and they began fucking in the dim light. I was holding her hand, and Sam was between her legs.

I was watching the tensing of his black ass jerk as he pumped his cock in and out of my wife’s pussy. She was loud and enjoying it, saying “fuck me, yes fuck me,” as he did, his body thrusting in and up into my wife in steady long strokes.

She gasped each time he his pelvis hit hers, shaking the bed, getting louder until they were both gasping in a crescendo of simple loud fucking. I took some pictures, opening the curtains so to get more light, and they never missed a beat as I did, moving faster as they both came very loud, at the same time.

Finally they both stilled, and held each other, their bodies still joined, and holding his cock inside her until he went soft, they rolled apart.

She lay there and he began to massage her body, running his hands over her, just lightly touching her, sometimes letting the heat from his hands do the touching, and then concentrating on her breasts, circling them, touching everything but her nipples, using his fingertips, tracing figure 8’s around her breasts with his fingertips, until he brushed her nipples. She was totally relaxed, laying there, naked, with this large man running his hands all over her. They broke so we could order breakfast from room service.

They were laying side by side when I handed them the room service menu, which we ordered, and they cuddled until the meal was delivered. I signed the check and wondered what the bellboy thought seeing a white guy answer the door and a white woman and large black man in the bed with a sheet over them. As he left I saw they had pulled pillows up over their heads. When they heard the door click they laughed, lowered the pillows and started kissing.

Anna remained naked, and I realized that she had not had clothing on since Sam has stripped it off of her early the night before. It was around 11 am. She made no effort to cover herself with a sheet, towel, robe, or clothing at any time. She was totally comfortable and acted totally natural to being naked with two men the entire time.

I told Sam we had a late check out, and after breakfast, they lay back on the bed and he talked about leaving, and I looked at my watch and the two of them together.

“I’d guess you have time for one for the road,” I said, and they started kissing more urgently.

Groping each other, Anna began sucking him again, and this time he got hard quicker. She moved over top of him and started to slide his cock into her but he rolled out from under her and pulled her up to her hands and knees again, the same position she had been in the night before when he had fucked her for the first time.
He stepped to her, guided his bareback cock to her pussy and slid inside, pumping and fucking her, holding his hands behind his head at one point and still pounding her. He paused once and Anna moved back against him, fucking herself against his stationary body, and then he grabbed the sides of her hips and began pounding again, finally fucking her until he came inside her pussy for the second time that morning.

They lay there a while, and talked, and he got up, dressed, we shook hands, told each other what a good time we’d had, and he left.
I looked back at my wife on the bed, her sly smile appearing again, and moved back on to her for my second sloppy seconds of the weekend.
Afterward we showered, packed, and started the drive home. After about an hour she commented, “I’m a little sore, my pussy is actually throbbing a little.”
“Like it needs another cock put in it?” I asked.
“Yes, I think that is exactly it,” she smiled back.

After he left I gave her an ankle bracelet with a Q and a spade on it. “Queen of Spades” She asked what it was for and I told her—to signify she had had sex with a black man. She smiled and left it on, and has worn it almost constantly since. No one has noticed by the way, and I think we are both a little disappointed that no one yet has. At one point in their cuddling after fucking, when she had what he called the “AS” look, (after sex) he told her he treated her like a queen, but he was the king. When she told me that I added, “well he may be the king, but I’m the Ace of Hearts”, which I had her added to the bracelet.

On the way home we talked about it, both smiling at each other, shocked at the lack of guilt or regret. And one point she said, “I’m a little sore actually,” and then a little later she smiled, “My pussy is still throbbing, I can still almost feel him going in and out of me.”

Journal Entry: We catch ourselves looking at each other, a half-smile on both our faces—it is like we have an inside joke that no one knows. We now know we have this bad side that can get crazy, and we both understand.

It has taken me nearly three weeks to sort through the photos, the video I set on a stationary tripod, and sizing and cropping the photos before I understood there was just too much for me to see, let alone record that night. When I review the photos I usually see a few things that I missed the first time, their bodies embracing each other and only on the third viewing when I lighten the photo that I see she’s stroking his cock as they do, just little interesting things that get me horny all over again.

The list of what happened to us that night is unbelievable. She went out in public with a basically sheer top with just an open blazer over it. She fucked someone in front of me, she fucked a black guy, she let me watch her get fucked, she laid around naked with me and another man for 12 hours, she fucked someone while I filmed it, she fucked someone while I shot photos, she sucked him, he finger-fucked her, he used a dildo on her, he fucked her while she sucked me, I fucked her while she sucked him, she slept in a bed with two men who had both fucked her that night—and again that morning.

That day after he had left and we both showered, put on clean clothed, and packed to leave I looked at her. She didn’t look any different, the same beautiful woman, the same smile, but there was a closeness there too. “Thank you for letting me do this,” she said.

Journal Entry: Yes, we have asked Sam when he wanted to do a repeat, and he does. The next meet-up is in about 2 weeks.

Anna Goes Black For The First Time

2008-08-13T17:28:00.004-04:00

ANNA LOSES HER BLACK CHERRY
I led the way to the room, opened to door, and sat down in the easy chair in the corner with camera in hand, and watched as he began his sexual seduction of my wife over 20 years—but she didn’t need any seduction—she wanted it. It wasn’t a seduction, it was just foreplay.
There kissing took on an urgency now--it was foreplay. “I’ve been told to be as unobtrusive as possible,” I said to them both. They turned to each other and kissed.She was gasping for breath as they kissed, giving a guttural groan.She wanted him.
Sam moved his hands to the sides of her open backed top, sliding his hands in from the side her to rub her bare breasts, and they kissed again, longer. She was making soft moans. It was a distinctive moan that sounded just like a woman when she has eaten something delicious, something much better than she expected, like a fine piece of chocolate. In this instance it was human chocolate for her. He broke the kiss and slid the straps of her top off her shoulders, and down, her bare breasts coming into view and his hands seeking them as they kissed. She slipped her arms out and wrapped them up around his neck. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples while his palms were on the side of her breast. She was moaning, very loud now.
They kissed eagerly, standing, his hands roaming her body, and her hands roaming his chest. Anna had talked about his incredible build and solid body and it looked like she wanted to rub every part of him
They broke the kiss and her hands went to his belt, eagerly unbuckling it, letting the pants drop. His hard-on was bulging out in his briefs, and Anna touched it for only an instant outside the cloth before sliding his briefs halfway down his thighs with one hand, and her other hand seeking his hard cock, wrapping her fingers around it, pulling it out, instantly bending over from the waist and taking it in her mouth, one hand at the base of his hard black cock, the other hand cupping his balls.

Her moans were became deeper, almost animal like, a sound I had never heard from her alternating with moans of pure pleasure as she dropped to her knees and continued sucking his cock, licking it, taking it in as she could and eliciting a moan from him as she did.
I was awestruck by my beautiful wife eagerly bobbing her head up and down on his hard cock, someone else’s cock, a black cock. Videos or photos cannot describe of how erotic this was. He was smiling, leaning back, his hands moved behind his head, and I understood the feeling, knowing what one of her blow jobs feel like. He bunched her long hair and held it up so he could see her sucking him better. I had never heard her make the noises of need, lust, and desire that were coming from her as she sucked him. She finally let go of him and he moved to the bed, sat down, and she followed, kneeling between his legs, continuing to suck his cock as he played with her breasts, caressed her hair, his hand on the back of her head. She devoured his cock.
He pulled her up, and she stood. He unbuttoned her pants, slid them down, leaving her in tiny black lace panties, and he kissed her, his hand on her ass, his fingers probing, slipping a finger under the leg of her panties, into her pussy from behind, while they kissed. He sucked on her breasts as he then stripped her of her panties, and she was naked.
He stood up from the bed, they embraced and kissed again, her creamy white flesh contrasting against his hard so very black body, and he turned her around toward the bed. She climbed on and rolled to her back on the bed, waiting, anticipating, and he scooted her forward, her ass on the edge of the bed. He knelt down and began to lick her bare pussy, reaching up and tweaking her nipples as he did. She gave a long almost growl/moan and raised her ass off the bed as he licked her pussy, grinding her bare pussy into his face, cumming as she did, or at least very close too it, gasping, “Oh My God, Oh My God,” changing to Oh, Oh!, OH, in rapid succession as he continued until she collapsed, grabbing Anna's breasts. She lay there for a moment or two, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath, and he stood up. She rose too and began again to suck his cock.
He reached for the nightstand where the rubbers lay, watching her suck his cock and finally pulling away and rolling the condom down his cock. Anna took over rolling the condom down his cock, using her mouth for the last inch or so.
He rolled her to her side and he nudged her ass, and she moved obediently to her hands and knees, openly offering her pussy to him from behind, pushing her ass toward him, her waiting pussy clearly visible and wet as she crept back on her knees into position and waiting for him to step to her body and shove her first black cock inside her.
She backed her pussy up toward him, leaning over, her bare pussy protruding between her legs in perfect position for him and he reached down with his hand, rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit a single time, coating it with her dripping juices, and leaving the tip of his cock just at her opening, grabbing her hips on both sides with his hands and pulling her back onto him, sliding his cock all the way inside her in a single stroke and holding it there. I expected a moan as he slid inside her, a change to her expression, a gasp, but she was silent as he went into her, absorbing the feeling. He exhaled a loud “Ahhhhhhhhh” as he went inside her.
“Yessss” was the first sound she hissed through her clenched teeth. I watched intently wondered how this moment had changed things because it had to. All this was happening in a millisecond, and as he held his cock inside her without moving she groaned louder, “Oh God, YESS” and he started to move. I was in stunned silence. She had done it. She had a black cock inside her. I was watching her fuck someone in front of me. It was hot, erotic, and not as terrifying as it should have been.

As he started to pull out on that first stroke she came alive, loud, with a long slow moan, all the anticipation, the talk, the wondering, the fantasies, the stories, the pornos had all come down to this one moment, and her long loud moan held all of that, the realization of the years past, the culmination of her longest hidden taboo fantasy. She followed with a quick with, “OH God that feels soo good,” she breathed, and he rhythmically began pounding his cock in and out of her pussy, hard, stroking and stroking, pulling her ass toward him to meet his thrusts, the impact bouncing her boobs wildly, and her hair falling down in her face, her beautiful face twisted in pleasure and in pure lust. “Ohhh Fuck me,” she gasped. I watched in absolute amazement as she took her first black cock, the third cock of her entire life.
She grunted with each thrust inside her. “Oh Yess,” she exclaimed, over and over, calling him by name, “Fuck me, Sam.” One of her lifelong fantasies was happening right before my eyes. He pounded her pussy, over and over, in and out, and I moved to the side, watching the light from the lamp appear and disappear between them as their bodies parted and joined again, always connected by that round black cock embedded in her pussy, their bodies separated on his withdrawal except for the cock connection.
“You like that?” he asked as they fucked.
“I love how you fuck me,” she moaned. He fucked her so long that it would have almost been boring had it not been so utterly exciting, fucking her, fucking my wife, with my permission, encouragement, and viewing until he started some soft moans of his own and her grunts, gasps and moans joined his in a rhythmic fuck symphony, the slap of his bare flesh against hers a rhythmic accompaniment of “slap, slap, slap, slap” each time his pelvis met her ass, his balls slapping her bare pussy, she later claimed, going deep as possible inside her as their bodies collided.
She came again, very loud, and he withdrew. I thought he was through, but he readjusted the condom, and reached down to her ankles. He scooted her back. She leaned head down further, he reached down and pulled her hair back, sliding his cock back inside my wife as he did, ramming it into her over and over, her gasps and grunts keeping perfect rhythm with his thrusts. It seemed like 15 minutes but I’m sure it was less.
He took her left arm and pulled it back, holding it behind her back with one hand, their fingers intertwined, the other on her hip, pulling her onto his cock each time he shoved his torso forward, impaling her wet pussy onto him, leaning forward a couple of times to caress her breasts as he fucked her. He started to move his hand from her breast and she put her hand over his, keeping it there while he fucked her. She got so loud that she buried her face into her pillow, screaming “YESSSSSSSS” “OH GOD YESSSS” as she go lost in her fucking. He started gasping himself and finally came, holding his cock inside her a long time after he did, caressing her back, running his hand up to her breasts, until he eventually pulled out, stripped off his rubber, and walked into the bathroom to flush it.
Anna rolled to her back, her legs spread, naked, smiling as he walked back into the room. He crawled onto the bed and pulled her into his arms, holding her, and she lowered her hand to wrap it around his soft cock.
We all just sat there in silence. I had witnessed the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life. I watched the pale naked woman I had married curl up in the embrace of this large dark man she had just fucked. Everyone was smiling.
I had always figured at this point everyone would talk about how it had been, he’d thank us for sharing the experience with him, she’s want me to jump her bones and would be anxious for him to get out of the way. It wasn’t that late. And it wasn’t how things went either.
If you’ve been following this blog and want to post how you think the night went after that feel free. The one thing I can tell you about this blog is that everything it in is real as it has happened—so let’s see how good you are at predicting how things go the rest of the evening.

As for the photo—those are video caps. In the first photo she has not had a black cock inside her—but it is obvious that she is about to. The next frame is just a few seconds later, officially black fucked, and the final frame is her lost in the pleasure of it all.

HER FIRST BLACK COCK: Preliminaries

2008-08-12T08:54:00.002-04:00

We had our first drinks at 5:30 in the hotel bar on the Saturday we were to meet. Anna asked the time three times in 10 minutes, and finally she said, “That’s him.”
I turned to watch Sam approach, my only thought was, “Damn, he is a big guy.” He was wearing sunglasses, a casual shirt and dress slacks. He shook my hand, sat down, ordered a drink, and we started talking about general things. He opened up about his life, family, his kids.
Except for the fact he was about a foot and a half taller than me, dark black, and a body builder body, he was a typical professional nice guy. We were as at ease with him as we had been at our first meeting at Mardi Gras.
We had planned for dinner first (in part to give her time to bail if the vibe was wrong), and we selected a restaurant, and they went to the restroom while I asked the front desk for directions. We had opted for a cab as we would be drinking.
I waited in the lobby for a long time, far too long for them to simply use the restroom, I realized, so I paced back and forth until I saw them coming. They were holding hands. “Damn, she sure looks so white beside him,” I remember thinking. And I had envisioned them fucking, I had not envisioned them holding hands. My stomach did a quick flutter as they approached. Later she told me that he had waited on her in the alcove of the restrooms and they had kissed for a while before they rejoined me. He later said he had been nervous up until that point.
It was a nice dinner, conversation, drinks, and not even the hint of anyone sexual. At his suggestion afterward we took a cab to the nightclub part of town. Still nothing sexual was suggested or started except for their hand holding. It was early, and no dancing or music to speak of at the club, so we ordered drinks. As we sat down at a square high table, my wife sat down, and I started to sit down beside her. “Sit over there,” she said, pointing to the other side. I moved over, and Sam came up and took his seat beside her. He held her hand again. I went to the restroom and when I returned I paused before I walked into view. Their faces were only inches apart, he had his hand on the inside of her pants leg, the other hand caressing her ass. I watched him with his hands on my wife for a few more moments, trying to get a handle on my feelings, which were all over the map. This was really happening, and was going to happen. I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t just calling a stop to the whole thing, because as I watched another man’s hands on my wife I admit I did fill a pang of jealously. I pushed it back, it was too late for that now, and as I thought about it I recognized that I didn’t want to stop anything. I walked out into the room. As he saw me approach he moved his hands.
We had more drinks, and he went to the restroom. She stayed with me. “Everything ok?” I asked.
“Everything’s great.” She said.
“Have you shown him how sheer your top is yet?”
“No, but I think he’s noticed,” she laughed.
“Ready to go back to the hotel room?” I asked.
“Rushing?”
“No, not at all.” She smiled back but didn’t say anything. He returned, and after a while I left again for my turn at the restroom. Again I paused, and from where I stood it looked like he had his hand inside her coat, he was caressing her ass. And this time when I approached he saw me and didn’t move his hand. I didn’t feel jealous as much as I felt like a third wheel. I could understand a man and woman sexually attracted to each other, both knowing they would be fucking in a few minutes, their hands touching each other in ways that were hesitant but intimate just the same. I couldn’t get a handle on what my role was supposed to be in this—other than the fact that I had no real role. I was only an observer. It was an uncomfortable moment for me.
I sat down, and they both smiled at me. I knew her smile, and it said more that I can describe here. In that sly smile was lust, sex, desire, and a thank-you to me for letting her live out this fantasy. Also in that smile was the distinct implication that she was ready to fuck this man.
I went to check on a cab, and the bouncer called one, he said 10 minutes. I looked back at my wife and her soon to be black lover. Their fingers were interlocked, he was kissing her wrist as I sat back down. He didn’t stop, and they were in a quiet conversation as I sat there and watched them whisper back and forth, unable to hear what their were saying. I was oblivious to them. I squirmed around on the barstool for a few minutes, resisting drumming my fingers on the table, and walked back to the door. There was the cab. I looked back to the table, they were both looking toward me, so I motioned for them to come on. The both rushed to the cab.
She sat in the middle, and she kissed him. He was rubbing his hand up and down the inside of her leg, and the elderly white cab driver adjusted his mirror to watch them. Anna thought this was funny and broke out laughing, giggling, and finally stopped about the time we got back to the hotel. She later told me she had planned to go down on him in the cab had the driver not been paying such close attention she might have.
In the elevator we stepped in and I asked Sam, “Did you notice her top?”
He laughed, “I didn’t at first, and then I did a double take a little earlier.” Anna looked up at him, smiled, and removed her jacket, sheer under the elevator lights.
He pulled her into his arms for a kiss again, this time fondling her breast through the top. They didn’t break the kiss until the elevator stopped.

The Day before THE DAY

2008-08-10T13:35:00.001-04:00

The Day before Journal entry

Yesterday I stopped by at the local CVS pharmacy, walked to the back of the store near the pharmacists, looking around until I found what I sought, my sight attracted to the area by a KY sign. I was buying a dozen condoms. My wife had a tubal litigation years ago, so we don’t need protection against pregnancy—but we will need condoms. Because tomorrow night she will be fucking only the third man to every put a hard cock inside her. Using condoms that I was now selecting.

I was looking for the non-lubricated version. We had been at a festival where Trojan was giving away mint-flavored sample condoms and I had a double handful—but she wanted to try putting a condom on a cock with her mouth—and had practiced on me. And she discovered she hated the mint taste—and after we had finished and turned on the lights I discovered that the condom was green. So the next day here I was at CVS standing in front of the condom assortment—buying condoms for a near stranger to use to fuck my wife.

It is a strange feeling. And it is the culmination of years of fantasy, talk, videos, flirting, role playing, online chats, webcamming, and finally the determination to take the step. Last night she asked me, “Why are we doing this?”

“You want the list?” I asked, “because if you don’t want to do this we don’t have to.”

“We’re committed to do it now,” she said, pausing for a moment, then adding “Besides, I really want to.”

It came about quicker than I ever anticipated.

Journal Entry: Evening before:
So tomorrow night is the first time. We’ll meet in the hotel bar, have a drink, take a cab to dinner, and possibly some dancing (although I know that we may not get all the way through dinner). My wife has tried on a half dozen sexy outfits and chose a top that is nearly sheer that she will wear under a loose jacket. She’s gone as I write this for a pedicure and manicure.

She gets the gift of my permission and encouragement to play—and I get the gift of being there to watch—and he gets the gift of fucking an absolutely incredible woman.

“I’m looking forward to it happening,” was the most my wife would say, avoiding talking about it too much for my tendency she describes as “talking something to death.”
The day before we left she shaved her pussy smooth, got a pedicure and manicure, and modeled four different styles of panties to get the right ones.

Final Phone Call & suggestions--just days prior

2008-08-08T13:20:00.001-04:00

Phone contact
She finally did call, and they talked an hour. They talked family, and real life stuff, and finished I heard her say, officially, “I am excited about it and looking forward to it.” .
When she hung up I asked her what he said. “Nothing erotic, he just wanted me to feel comfortable with everything. And I am.” I remember as she left the room thinking to myself, “Damn, she’s actually going to do it.”

The Letter

In the past week she’s tried on different sexy outfits, and sent one to the cleaners that is very low cut. She is totally in anticipation mode. She had said before that she didn’t want me telling him how she was multi-orgasmic and how she squirted, but then with days to go I asked her if she was going to tell him. “Why don’t you tell him?” she said.
So I sent the following letter today in his email to me asking what she liked and preferred:

“Hi,

This might run a little long, but I could write a
book about her anyway. As we're only talking a few
days before getting together I may get a bit more
specific than we have in the past.
As for getting her relaxed and comfortable (and
might as well say it, horny lol) it is simply
compliments and paying attention to her. She has
always been turned on by good builds, especially big
shoulders, so in short the combination of all of those
got her attention to you start with. Like most women
she is worried about aging, so reassuring her on that
goes a long way.
She does enjoy a massage, but I think if we go to
dinner, have a few drinks, maybe dance some, get
flirty in the cab or limo, and get back to our room I
don't think anyone will want to take time for a
massage. Maybe afterward or Sunday morning.
As you know, this is the first time we've ever
done anything like this--so that by itself is
exciting, and certainly the first time she's ever done
anything like this in front of me. I guess we
discovered that her flashing at Mardi Gras or some guy
feeling her up in front of me there was a rush for
both of us, and our imaginations kinda took over from
there, getting to where we are right now.
If things go as anticipated, you will be only the
third man to ever fuck her. There's me, and a guy she
had a brief affair with many years ago which our
marriage survived barely. (i.e. one of the reasons
anything like this we do now is an "us" rather and a
"me" or "you" situation.)
That doesn't mean she's reserved when it comes to
sex. She is an unbelievable fuck. She's
multi-orgasmic and when she starts rolling can cum
forever. Sometimes when she has a really good orgasm
she squirts, which is really kool.
She is absolutely enthusiastic about giving a blow
job, and loves being eaten herself. Her nipples are
sensitive, and she enjoys them being sucked on and
felt. Kissing with her is either a hit or miss thing,
when she's is in the mood she enjoys it, but there are
times she does not too.
About the only thing she is paranoid about
sexually is anything anal--a major turn off for her,
although she does get in moods that she talks about
it. At least she's that way with me.
With a three or so drinks in her she gets very
uninhibited. After four she gets kinda sloppy at 5
she is not as much fun as she was at 3-4. (So
encouraging her to get really shit faced has a
declining return).
During sex she doesn't like to make decisions,
she's a little sub in that regard--but more as
suggestions rather than commands. Asking her "what
would you like to do?" is usually not the best
approach with her.
And oh yeah, once she starts being fucked she
enjoys being talked dirty to. She doesn't mean
anything she's saying at that point of course, but it
gets her more turned on. And just so you know, she
can get loud.”

Damn, just re-read this and I want to do her when
she gets home right now lol. Great thing is it is all
true. After her affair I long got over the jealously
thing- it will be interesting to share her and observe
someone else enjoying this very hot woman I'm married
to.
Part of me cannot believe I've just written a
guide on how to fuck my wife lol, but there it is.
I think most of the evening is simply play by ear,
I figure plan on meeting us in the hotel bar around
5:30 to 6:00, (which is 6:30 to 7 our time) and we'll
go to dinner from there.
What you and her do is basically up to you and
her, as long as condoms are used and there's no pain
or really kinky stuff.
I have very consciously tried to not choreograph
the evening in my mind, with the general idea of being
as unobtrusive as possible while you two play. I even
have my camera set on silent shutter. I'm not sure
low light is going to work though, I think some lights
on with no flash will be much less distracting that
using a flash.
However she has also wanted to do two guys at one
time so don't be surprised if she wants to blow me
while you do her from behind or something similar.
(She's not said anything about this but just trying to
anticipate every possibility so no one gets surprised
or freaky). As I said from the very start, I am VERY
straight and the only time we'll touch is when we
shake hands in the bar lol.
We won't be able to read anything until tomorrow
night late or Thursday morning (leaving early to go to
the concert too).
I'd suggest you email her, as she enjoys email and
always checks it the first thing when she gets home,
and she'll email back.
I figure we'll exchange emails Friday as well.
Good to hear you are staying over, might make the
morning check-out more interesting!
I think this is going to be a fun couple of days
this weekend.
And yeah, I'll interested to see your response to
this email, lol.

My best,

Picking the Day to Lose Her Black Cherry

2008-08-05T09:42:00.002-04:00

Friday. Day 24
We went out of town and didn’t even mention the subject. In the course of it we were talking about a business trip near him that I didn’t want to take and had told someone we were not going. She asked, “Why are you not going to (the city)” she asked.
Why are you asking? I asked her, and she responded I knew why she was asking (this was the time we talked about him getting together with us.).
“I thought we might get together before then.”
“We won’t have time, it is in two weeks.” She said.
“OK,” I understood. She was starting to talk more about it, and I said, “I thought we were not supposed to bring it up.”
“You’re not supposed to bring it up.” She smiled. At that moment she realized she has left her purse back at the restaurant, and freaked, and we didn’t get back to the subject again.

We have some business a short drive from him in a couple of weeks, and that’s when it might happen.

Saturday night. Day 25
I asked her in the hot tub over drinks when she wanted to go on our business trip. She said she didn’t want to go. I asked why. She answered, “Because I’ll be having my period then.”
She said she wanted to be in total control of everything—and I said if she was then it wasn’t something that both of us were doing—but then she said for her that meant picking the time and the place. Later I asked her to role play it, and she stopped halfway through and said, “I can’t do this.” She meant she could do it, but she couldn’t talk about it so much beforehand. So she wants to do it, but we will not be talking about it in casual conversation. She said she was going to talk to him and email soon. I suggested we meet the week after she gets off her period.

Another Series of Journal Entries
“So it looks like that on April 21 or 22 in a hotel room in (the city). after drinks, dinner, and some dancing, at some point my wife is going to kiss a man she has only exchanged an hour’s worth of conversation with. She is enraptured with his body, and the fact he’s black, and he wants her above everyone else that was in the room at the room we were in with him in Mardi Gras. He’s been in her head desirewise since.
After they kiss in some manner she is going to show her breasts to him, let him feel them, kiss them, suck on her magnificent nipples, strip her naked, and in minutes after that she will be holding his hard black cock and guide it to her pussy, rubbing it between her soaked pussy lips and he is going to slide his hard cock up between the legs, past the wet swollen lips, and slide inside the body of my wife—her third cock ever to go there, the first black cock ever to go there, and in all probability the first of other cocks to follow. And that cock will move in and out of her until there are loud, shaking, climaxes, cums that I expect will shake their bodies, and I will be there to watch, record, photograph in an other ways do everything possible to add to the excitement of the moment, to be relived in times to come.

There is no script, just to get them into the room and turn them loose, letting things evolve.

I can’t resist this—nor do I want to. What I want is to see this happen, to hear her moan from someone else’s cock inside her, to watch her face as his cock going inside her, to see large black hands on her creamy white breasts, to watch those breasts bounce from fucking, and see it happen again and again until everyone is through.

Then he will leave, I will hold her, enjoy her myself, and reassure the guilt that will follow.

We had life get in the way of talking about anything, but last night (Wednesday) she and I had drinks in our usual place, the hot tub, and of the subject of her black guy came up. She said she had thought about it, and I told her we had picked the 21st, and she wanted to change it to the 22nd, as we were on a trip on the 20th, and we don’t want to be tired doing it.

Then we got into an argument, decided to make up, came in and decided to watch a video (interracial CD’s are most of what we have, and she wanted to watch one)…while watching a girl get gang banged (which is what she wanted to see) she talked about inviting him to the resort we are going to on the 20th, and then she said, “You know it won’t stop with him don’t you?”

“I know I said, what do you want to happen.”

“I want to be gang banged, a bunch of guys,” she answered, adding, “They don’t have to all be black.”

She then voiced concern about him being a decent guy and freaked out if she mentioned it. She also reminded me that if she did it that she wanted to fuck him alone, without me there too, without a video camera on. I said if the other things went ok then sure. She also talked about poses she would do with him fucking her for my photos.

It is going to happen.

Meanwhile we got called out of town on a family emergency, sat in hospitals for a few days and kinda got off track on her getting fucked by someone else. So when we got back she had an email waiting, at my suggestion to him, and she answered it herself, wanting to know a time to talk on the phone.

In the hot tub she said she was scared a little, and apprehensive, and wanted to talk to him to reassure herself.

The Week We Officially Say GO!

2008-08-02T12:05:00.001-04:00

Tuesday: Day 16
In the hot tub, drinking, we went inside to watch a porno, I’d ordered a bunch from the internet. I handed her four and asked her to pick one, she did, all with black guys. (A first). Then as we talked her black guy came up again. She said she wanted to do it, but would then feel guilty afterwards, and when we fucked the first time I told her, “You want to fuck him don’t you?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Say it,” I said.
“I want him to fuck me. I want his black cock.”
We fucked, and then as we rested she said, “Now I feel guilty”. As we talked more I told her we could have him meet us in New Orleans in May. She said, “If we don’t do it before then, then I can get it out of my mind.”
“It’s been on your mind?” I asked.
“Not all the time, but from time to time, and I’ve been sober. I thought about it this morning.”
“And?”
“And I want to do it.”
“What did you think about?”
“Nothing fancy, fucking him, maybe fucking him here, having him come up, staying here with us in the house.”

Sunday Day 21
We fucked early Suday in our bed, with a good buzz going from Mimosas, and in the heat of the moment I told her I had emailed her black guy and asked him if he would be interested in a threesome. I lied, but I wanted to both test the waters to her reaction and at the same time, at that moment get her turned on. I’ve never felt her as wet in her life.

We changed positions, she was on top of me I told her if she was getting fucked then I wanted this photo ,etc. showing her I wanted her to pause as she puts his cock into her cunt. Then as she rode my cock I had my hands on her breasts and told her, “Just think, within six weeks you could have someone else’s cock inside you, someone else’s hands on your boobs, doing this.”
“You’re starting to talk about it too much,” she said. We finished and she dozed off. I got up and left her sleeping.

I was really out of sync while I sobered up and when she came downstairs I told her I had not emailed him with the invitation. “Why did you lie to me?” she asked, and then got mad.
“Do you not want to?” I asked.
“Ask me when I’m not drunk,” she said, still miffed and said, “Well if you hesitated maybe it is the best, just a great fantasy, maybe we shouldn’t do it.”
She was distant the rest of the day—and I’ve lived with her enough to know she was disappointed—very disappointed. It was not relief I saw in her eyes when I had told her that I had not emailed him.

Monday Day 22
So taking some initiative I emailed her black guy again today, from her online email address, telling her her hubby would be sending him an off the wall email but it was legit, and she was kool with it.

Here is my journal entry at the time.
“Sent the big email on Monday suggesting we meet. Checked the mail a dozen times Tuesday. Wednesday morning I wrote again an said my inquiry about starting to talk about it was only to more or less talk about parameters, and pick a time and place to see if the Mardi Gras vibe was still there.
Oh My God. He emailed back within five minutes, said he was intrigued with our emails, he’d been out of town for six days and wanted to consider it, that my wife “Needed to be spoiled.” I have just asked another man to fuck my wife. In front of me.
A black guy. And I am so horny I could die. I’ve not told her yet, she still thinks I just talked about it. We’ll have time alone on a trip tomorrow. I’d rather tell her when we’re naked and I’m inside her pussy so I can feel her get that super slick wetness I’ve felt twice before in recent nights. I think it needs to be sooner rather than later, like in a few weeks. … And then what?”

Revealing the actual contact. Day 23

I waited until we got home Thursday night. In the hot tub, with a drink, I read her all the emails, told her when I had told her that I had figured she was disappointed about us not going further. “You read me very well, I was disappointed,” she said.
I told he I had gone ahead and mailed the email because I figured if she didn’t want to she could still back out. She said, “I’m glad you mailed the letter.” Then she said, “Let’s do it sooner than later, before I have a chance to back out.”
We talked about my response to his letter, laying out parameters. I said I wanted to be secure with it, and if he wanted to try to meet her behind my back then that was when it ended.
“You know he’s going to try to do that. He’s going to be dom,” she said. Which was her way of telling me she was going to be sub.
“I don’t mind him in your pussy,” I said, “Just not in your head. Can you to that?”
“I can do that.”
We talked about setting up some parameters. And she emphasized that she didn’t want me putting so many rules and managed to the point that he didn’t want to do it.
She told me when she saw him walking up the street in Mardi Gras she has this urge to run up to him and say, “Fuck me right now.”
We went upstairs and started watching a video, a black guy with a woman fucking him facing away from him, her facing the camera. “You want me like that?” she asked as we were fucking.
“Yes,” I answered.
She moaned softly, “Yes, his cock inside me, his black hands on my breasts.” We finished, and I got her a dildo, vibrator, and she did herself again as we watched the video. “Don’t tell him that I’m multiorgasmic or that is squirt.” She said.
Then she said, “Don’t you bring it up and keep talking about it. “

She says set it up.

2008-07-30T12:21:00.001-04:00

I emailed her black guy, asked him if he had received the photos of him with his hands on my wife’s boobs. He emailed back, yes he had. He said he went to New Orleans several times a year. Then he threw in the hook. “Let me know when you’re going down again.” A second email a few minutes later (after he had thought about it no less) was “Give her my email address so we can keep in touch.”

Wednesday night: In the hot tub I told her the progression, and although buzzed she was apprehensive. When I had the computer on I called up his email, clicked reply and asked, “What do you want to say?” She was silent and just shook her head “No.”
“It was a fantasy, and now you want me to start emailing him.” She said.
“I don’t understand, you’re contradicting yourself.”
“I know, I’m a woman.” We went back and forth like this, “You want me to and I want to do it for you.”
“I think it would be hot, but it is because I think you would love it.”
“I know I would love it and it would be hot, but I don’t want to think about it.”
Round and round.
Finally she said, “Well tell him when we’re going down there again and if he’s there we’ll do it.”
“You mean that if I arrange for him to be there and don’t tell you about it, you’re not going to be all over my ass?”
“No, he is so hot. I mean we were in this room with a bunch of balding, beer bellied, middle age men, and he comes in. Every woman in the room wanted him.”
“And he wanted you.”
“Yes he did.”
“And you wanted him”.
“ Yes.”
“That was dumb,” I said, “You know nothing about him. Over time we could do some limited checking out, talking, etc. feeling him out about things so we don’t end up with a weirdo.”
“You need to do that. You do that all the time, you talk things to death, you go over and over and over it until it is not fun anymore.” She said.
“Versus you just doing it spontaneously” I asked?
“Yes, that’s the difference between us two.”
“What do you want me to do?” I asked, waiting for the final word.
“Tell him we may go down there in May, and if he shows up we will do it.”. Rather than talk it to death as she had accused I shut up. Later I lay awake in bed as she dozed off, thinking over in my mind that she had just told me to arrange with this black guy for them to get together and fuck.

Ever Closer to the Flame

2008-07-29T09:18:00.001-04:00

Monday 2:30. Day 8

I’m going to change tense here for a while, and give you my actual journal entries for that time. I think it tells more of my frame of mind:

There has been no response to my second email. In the hot tub last night I told her I had found the photos of her being felt up by ‘her black man’, that I had phoned him for his email address and had sent him copies, and asked her if she could fuck someone without being involved, emotional, or trying to meet them behind my back even if it was fantastic fucking. “Yes,” she said.

“Well those are my only reservations” I answered. We got buzzed, came in and watched an interracial gang bang. At the scene where the girl is getting fucked by one black guy and a hard cock in each hand she looks at me and says, “I want that to be me.”

A few minutes later, still watching the video, she said “Maybe he could bring some of his friends.”

I think the end result of this, of my telling her what I wanted last Thursday, of her flirting with the black guy on Sunday, and the conversations since are.
1. She is willing to do it, wants to do it.
2. It is at the point of no longer IF but WHO. She wants to pick the guy.
3. She probably at this point prefers it be with a black guy.
4. A gang bang soon after would probably be in the offing.
5. She doesn’t want to do much of the work, wants it just to happen, see the guy, approve, and go.

Contact.

2008-07-28T17:03:00.000-04:00

CONTACT: Thursday

I figured I would email “her black guy” in order to send him a copy of her photo, the one with his hands on her breasts—and open up a dialog perhaps.

We got back on Wednesday night after MG. I spent Thursday looking for an email address. My mind was working overtime, imagining our actually taking this further. If they had really connected like Anna felt, then he would find some excuse to make contact. I decided to make a move myself. I had his card but no email address, so I called his number, hit his recorder, reminded him of who we were and offered a copy of the photo of him with Anna if he wanted it. A day later he emailed, mentioned Mardi Gras, asked when we were going to New Orleans again, and left what I felt was a light implication that there was more potential.

Friday: Response Day 6

I hyperventilated when I opened the email folder Friday p.m. and saw his response.

I wrote a quick response which I didn’t mail. Shortened it to “It was fun, she liked flirting with you, I enjoy her doing it, and we chat on this name online sometimes” and gave it to him…adding that it would be a surprise to her and then say I had given him the online name. That was as strong as I could get without overplaying it—although I may have anyway. I wrote in my journal “I just mailed it now. Saturday, noon. Can’t seem to get this out of mind. Damn.”