Only a brief update. After a year of her confession of the multiple cheating episodes, total in our marriage about 22 times, three different men, two of them black (her preference) I was frankly numb for 12 months, in total shock. This beautiful mother of my children, partner in life, the woman that I love with all my heart and soul could turn out to be some a cold heartless person. 

Don't get me wrong, she is a charmer to everyone else, good heart, sincere, friendly, no arrogance despite her beauty--her only flaw as I can see it is she has, at times, hurt me more than anyone else in the world. She destroyed my trust, my peace, and big chucks of my love for her broke off and disappeared each time she cheated. Question is now, how much is left. 

I would have left in an instant had I known when I was younger, now it is not leaving, it is more as I told her the other day as I was trying to talk my way through this, which is a mountain of crap that I am slowly chipping away at, it is not about me leaving, it is more at the end of my life what would be the answer to the question, "Was staying with my wife, or even marrying my wife, the biggest mistake of my life?" I told her I was afraid to think of the question as to what the answer might be right now. But I did tell her that her behavior from here forward will decide the answer to the question, it is hers to go either way. 

Meanwhile on a sexier note, our annual trip to the beach and watch my wife's black lover sex my wife, usually two or three evenings. I mentioned we might want to go for the record this trip with four times. 

As I don't have anyone close enough to talk to about all this, maybe this can be my sounding board.

An Update from then until Now.

 Our hotwife journey settled into a routine as Anna settled in with a nice regular lover who is kind, respectful, and open to anything we want to try. He was one of her early lovers, the first to take her on a real date, so he has enjoyed fucking Anna for over 10 years or so. 

He lives where we take a couple of weeks beach vacation each year, which makes it easy for him to visit at least two to three nights every vacation, and pre-covid we would meet him at other times halfway between our place and his for what I call refreshers.

Anna is comfortable with him, he is comfortable with us, we have become friends outside the sex part of it, and I think perhaps most important of all is Anna is not drawn to him romantically, and he the same way. 

Anna has stated one of her fantasies is to be seen out on the arm of a black man, so in one meeting they had a quick sexual reunion, and we went to dinner, with me holding back, letting them enter the restaurant together, I sat away from them in the half-hour we waited for seating, and as they sat there he held her hand, even at the booth, where the two of them sat on one side with me on the other. 

In the pre-covid year I was in a seminar near our vacation venue, but on the check-in day I would be in my seminar, so with Anna's encouragement I offered him to join us, in that I would be at the seminar, he would come to the hotel, they could have some intimate fun alone (well I did ask her to set up a video), and then she would check out, he would take her to our vacation condo, with stops along the way for dinner, in other words being seen out with a black man, and I was anticipating a few texted photos with a play by play of the action, anticipating a well-fucked wife upon my arrival, or perhaps even finding him still there. 

And like all plans, they go awry. He got lost on the way from the hotel to our condo (it was about a 3 hour drive that turned into 6. By the time the arrived he was too stressed to have a good afternoon, and he received a call pulling him away from our plans. It was still good, they had a good romp in the hotel before they left that morning, and he did return in the two weeks that followed, but the hot anticipation of what my wife might be doing while I was in my seminar and traveling to our condo fell far short of expectations.

And then there is part II. 

This may not make much sense unless you go back to the early parts of this blog. 

Anna and I took a weekend getaway in the mountains, a nice cabin, were sitting in the hot tub and as this was the place where her third black lover, Terrell has tried to resume contact in recent years, after my discovering her cheating with him for a weekend--and later--after she had sworn no more contact, my discovering a secret cell phone. 

My mind drifted to that, and I was heavily into my drinks, and she started to speak, but I interrupted. "Don't say anything, what we have to understand is we are here together now, and anything that happened in the past is a part of bringing us to where we are today. It is all good."

I had no idea at the time that my words struck a nerve with her.

So we were in New Orleans in late November, having drinks at a nice restaurant, she was in a nice low cut top with no bra at my request (there is something about New Orleans that makes her much more willing to dress slutty than other places--guess it is the Mardi Gras trips we've been on there). 

And she says, "There's something I need to tell you."

"OK." I said. 

"It's bad. Really bad."

"Go ahead, you've already gone this far."

And thus my wife began her confessions. 

Sam, the black man to whom she gave her black cherry, he did that in April after meeting her first at Mardi Gras. We met him again Memorial day weekend.  She wanted him to come to our house, as he had family in our hometown and I insisted we keep that part of our lives separate.

What I didn't know then is she met him in June at a Holiday Inn Express for an afternoon fuck, behind my back. 

We met him in New Orleans in August, with me there. 

But without my knowledge she also met him in our hometown for drinks, and ended up with him pushing her into a small public bathroom, bending her over the sink and fucking her from behind there.

All this was before her second black lover. 

We met Terrell next, her third lover, in November, and while I was away at a trade show she brought him home for the weekend--which I had found out a few months after the fact. What she now tells me is that when she went to New York in March after my discovering her cheating, it was not to "get her head clear" but to spend two romantic days in New York with Terrell. She had removed her piercings then, which is why they were closed up on her return. 

She wasn't through.  The following month in April, when she goes to a cabin to "think things through" and to get advice from her brother about saving our marriage, she was actually spending two romantic days with Terrell.

In May she meets him half way between their homes for an overnight in a motel, without me knowing.

That same month she was seeing other black men with me watching. 

In June we met Sam, her first black lover, with me there, first time I noticed I was getting silky seconds that I describe in the early part of this blog, but she also confessing she spent the night with him on a second trip, in which he took her to a strip club, and "showed her off", again behind my back.

 In July is when we did the first overnight (I thought) in a cabin with her 4th lover, not knowing she had overnighted with both Sam and Terrell.

Later that same year, in October, she met Terrell for an overnight in a motel, and later while I was working out of town, she flew to New Orleans and spent the weekend with Terrell. (This was her fourth full weekend with her lover behind my back)

In December while my wife is visiting my daughter in Texas, Terrell drives there and meets Anna for an afternoon fuck in a motel. Again behind my back.  

Summation of the first year she lost her black cherry--She cheated on me with Sam twice.
Second year of her hotwifing, she cheated on me 11 instances with Terrell, (counting each weekend day as 1 instance) and she spent the night with Sam that same year. A dozen times.
Third year, with me lulled into thinking everything was OK, with us meeting five different men with me there, she also managed to come to our home town, overnight and take her out in public, and also meet him for a second overnight at a nearby airport. 

In one dinner conversation my wife confessed long term affairs with two different black men that lasted for a couple of years with one and three with the other. 

That is a big thick shit sandwich for a husband to eat. My solution was prayer, asking for divine guidance, and in that moment I asked that there was a flashing word in my vision, "Forgive". I asked what I should do, I felt I was told what I should do, and I did. 

Unfortunately that doesn't stop the hurt, and the deceit, and the wondering in the back of my mind--what did she really think of me, did she really love me, to be doing they things she did during that time?

Later that day, my mind still reeling, I took her to a tattoo shop. She now has a black spade in the small of her back. Well earned.

 

In the middle of sex the other night she asked if I had heard from someone.
"Yes," I said.
"And...?"
"Your black boyfriend wants to fuck you soon."
"Good." And that was the end of that conversation. It is supposed to happen this weekend.

In the meantime it was time for her pap smear. A few years ago, and one of the reasons she had took a long break was her pap tested positive for HPV. Of course she freaked, and she had been barebacking this one black guy who, I don't know, was just too pushy about going bare--as if he never thought about who he fucked without protection. She was sure she was going to get cervical cancer but after some research we discovered that there are only a few strains out of thousands that can turn into that, and that in most cases the body's immune system takes over and clears it out in a couple of years. And that is what happened.

Since then she had one guy I mentioned earlier that had fucked her bareback on a couple of occasions, and her current black boyfriend who has not used a condom anytime since they picked it back up. But she got apprehensive about her pap smear coming up, and said, "You know, if I turn up with a positive test I think it is time we stop with other guys all together."

Understanding her concern, I agreed, that if that happened maybe it was time we stopped, we've had a good run and fulfilled beyond what our wildest fantasies were in that regard.

Then we had some real life conflicts that had us moving the day around to meet her boyfriend, and she gave a few excuses about maybe putting it off--and then she perked up and moved a lot of things around to be free for the get together. She did not come out and say it, she didn't need to, but the effort she has gone to tells me in no uncertain terms that she really wants to fuck him again soon.

This morning when I walked into our home office there was a letter on my desk. I picked it up and looked at it, and it was from her health test. She is negative and all systems are go.

So boyfriend will be dropping a load or two inside my wife this weekend.

One thing more in that vein. Last time they were fucking he told her he could not hold out much longer, and she said, "Why don't you put your cum inside me."

He smiled and said, "I am going to put my seed deep inside your belly."

This has been his first reference to seed or breeding, one of the fantasies we have played around with. (She had a tubal litigation years ago so it is only a mind game). Interesting that he picked up on it though.

Also I know this blog was dormant for a long time, so if I continue I need to know someone is still out there reading it. Post a comment or drop a note or something to let me know you're reading. Thanks.

Three year updates in a single post

No, she has not stopped hotwifing, although we did go through a long dry spell in which she got very discouraged because of the no shows. The last reference mentioned in this blog ended with the guy not showing up. I had texted earlier in the weekend and he said he was coming, then the morning we were supposed to check out (after a night's hotel bill at a pricey spot) I texted along the lines of WTF?
The text was instant, "Who is this, do not text again, I do not know who you are, I've only had this phone six weeks."

It left me wondering if a lady friend had discovered his messages, but either way it finished my wife for a long time. Then after a while she started getting the urges again, we located a black guy that fit the profile, tall, professional, etc. and we faced one of the problems with getting older in the hotwife game.

He had some erection problems. He was great at oral, got her off several times with his fingers, and then when it came time to do the deed, no diamond cutting. She went down on him for a long time, and finally she lay back, he moved between her legs, he put his cock at her entrance and plunged in. No condom. I was too stunned to stop him, and she seemed OK with it, and he fucked her until he came inside her.

She said later she was afraid to stop him to put a condom on because he might lose his erection, so she went with it. And she said she felt he was OK, as he was married and new to all this. Of course once you have fucked a white wife bare you are not going to put a condom on again, so a couple of months later it was a repeat, and this time he was better at keeping it up, fucking her twice.

One thing I haven't mentioned is he was probably the smallest cock she has fucked, despite him being very tall and a big guy. It was a disappointed surprise for her, as she admits she has become somewhat of a size queen.

Again a long pause, and we are on vacation and I'm checking old emails and there is a reach-out from a former regular. (He is the black man that took her out on a date). He was still in the game and we made arrangements to meet. Like last time he brought a negative test and was bareback from the get go.

This time was different though, as she wants to concentrate only on him. For us it works, as it is a new approach we have not tried before, she is comfortable with him, and he has fucked her on six different occasions (that is a lot for us), sometimes fucking her, leaving to visit his family nearby--one of the reasons he is able to get away from his real life--and returning to fuck my wife again that night.

He always cums inside her, and a couple of times he has posed her for shots with her legs spread open as he holds her pussy open displaying his cum pouring out of her pussy. It is one of the hottest shots I've ever taken of her.

I will go back and recap the specifics if anyone is still reading this blog, and a picture or two too.

We are meeting him again before the holidays, and my wife is talking about surprising him by meeting him nude with a collar and leash on. She's threatened to do that before but we will see. Actually he is not a Dom type, but more like willing to try anything she wants just because she wants to try it.

As she is exclusive to him (other than me) I have told her he is her black boyfriend, but she has yet to say it aloud to me. I suspect that is coming soon though.

Her black boyfriend confirmed he can make it. Got 2 rooms, requested connecting doors. Mostly waiting for a week from Saturday, with a side trip to the spa for a waxing.

Life Gets In the Way

Looks like her meeting with her new friend has been put off--he is traveling and out of town within our available window.

So it looks like her next black fucking will be toward the end of the month with the man I refer to as her black boyfriend. He is the only person other than me who has been inside her in over a year, and looks like he will be enjoying her again before another joins the party. When I looked into a reservation I was looking at a vacation cabin in the mountains, where we had met a prior fuck buddy and he stayed in the extra room and was two days of sex. "I don't want to do that," she told me, "I don't want him overnight." Her reason is a couple of times we have gone for cabins and the guy was a no show at the last minute (never with a first time but always someone we had a connect with). So at least we can cancel a hotel room at the last minute, they do not have a minimum stay, or hidden charges like a damage deposit or cleaning fee. There is something to be said for that.

Deep down I also suspect she is afraid that she will end up in his bed and sometime in the night he's bareback her. She has gone 180 on the barebacking and it now something she doesn't want to do with him. I understand women change their mind and I respect her choices.

What I don't understand is he is driving several hours to be with her and I do not expect he will be staying late with her and then returning home, thus he needs a room. I will probably book adjoining rooms with a connecting door, just to see how things play out.

I'll post the results in a couple of weeks. The one thing I have learned is things rarely work out the way I have envisioned or anticipated--but it is all good.