Things turning

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.

Uh oh...a mistake

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.

A Break in the timeline

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

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.

Two Black Men

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

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

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.

More plans

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."

Slow, but some promising preliminaries

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

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

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

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

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.

New Lover

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!".

Black Cock Fix- Fifth Lover

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

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

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

“Yes I am,” was her answer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bareback

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The Beginning--AGAIN--retrospect

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

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.

Saying the words

Black Cock Slut
We were drinking as usual in the hot tub, and she blurts out “I need a black fix”
When we got to the bedroom with nice buzzes going I said something about her being a black cock slut, and if she considered herself one.
“It’s more like I’m a classy white woman they are getting a special treat being being able to fuck.”
So she got on her back and I said let’s play a game. She resisted, but I put my cock in her mouth and would ask her question. “Just say Black cock slut or not a slut, one or the two.”
“Can’t I just say yes or no?”
“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.”