When I started this blog real time--which some of you may find boring as we don't play as much as we like, and the more we have indulged, the intensity and desire has faded some as well.
Unless you do this for real it is hard to understand the time, work, and effort it takes to hook up with someone that fits with us based on her preferences for age, appearance, and attitude.
She likes tall, dark skinned black men, who are professional, courteous, 40 or more, flexible about getting together with us in locations outside our home town when we travel, and then can get creative in bed, comfortable with nasty talk and comfortable with a clothed husband photographing and filming. Throw that into a bundle and it gets to be a small group.
By the way, if you fit the above you probably should drop us a line.
But...and there's alway a but...
since day one our agreement about doing anything sexual in the hotwife and interracial lifestyles was if at any time either one of us wanted to stop, we stopped, full veto. Now in the meantime once she started she also declared that she was never stopping, so when questioned about the dual answers, the “I’m a woman, I have the right to change my mind,” answer appeared.
Our track record over the last 8 – 10 months hasn’t been that good. From a family crisis that took up a lot of time – not sexual related in any way but consuming time, energy, and opportunity to play—to feeling rushed and cramped it do something on the rare days available, it was tough for a hook-up.
By picking the advance dates we never knew the fatigue level, or horniness level, at the time we picked the date, and some times it was sex, and fun, but exhausting.
I was out of town for a few days, returned home, we went to the hot tub with drinks, and started talking. “I’ve been thinking, and I want to stop this interracial hotwife stuff,” she said. “I miss you and I want to get closer with you, without outside distractions.”
This hit me cold, and the reality that I like it as much as she does hit me. And that was going to change. My only response could be “OK, it’s your call.” She thanked me.
“That doesn’t mean we can’t talk about it, or role play it, or that I will never do it again,” she said. I left it at that.
So we're taking a break. A much needed break both physically, emotionally, mentally. We're reattaching to each other, because the lifestyle became too much a part of us.
It is not totally out of her mind. She still double takes good looking black men, still flirts with them, but we've taken down our ads on the swinging site, we're not pursuing anything. She has said "I wish I did have someone that would give me that release," but I get the feeling it would have to be spontaneous and he would have to basically stumble into us. If it happens, it does. If it doesn't, that's ok too.
This whole thing has never been an instead of, but more something new and different, something exciting--and for her it stopped being all of those.
I do suspect, and predict, that once she's had a good break, once our extended family crises are over and we can get back to normal, that her thoughts will drift back and there will be some playing. She has never said she wouldn't again, and at times said she would when she felt like it.
So this blog is going to take a different spin, after all it is, as the title says, a journey. We don't know where it ends, but we go there.
I will post when I have something to post, and in real time.
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Sunday, July 18, 2010
Sunday, April 4, 2010
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.
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.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
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.
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.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Her 8th Black Lover
We met what would be her 8th black lover in a Holiday Inn bar. He had sent an email from a swinger site, she liked his approach, and the fact he was in a town at which we vacation sometimes and she said she'd like to have someone to play with there.
We approached him in the bar, He introduced himself as Mel, only he and the bartender were there, and he smiled. He had big wide spaced front teeth, and forgive me but I thought she would bail right then. He was good looking enough until he smiled, but Anna, being the nice person not wanting to offend smiled back, ordered a drink, and we moved to a table in the empty bar where the conversation went around to lifestyle stuff, "How long you been doing it? "How'd you get started."
At one point we were talking about photos and I showed him the one of Anna I carry in my wallet and he nearly blew it, "How long ago was that taken?" This is not the thing you say to a woman in her 40's. Anna jerked back like she'd been hit-it hurt. But it didn't register on him and I told her he didn't mean it in that way and he finally picked up on it and agreed. So we talked more and he said no one carries hot photos of their wives in their wallets but on their cell phone-and so I relented, showed him a topless shot of Anna I have on mine. And Anna blurted out, "I was probably on top of one right then."
She wasn't , but she had just been fucked by her big dicked friend so I guess that was close enough.
The conversation went through three drinks before he went to the rest room. "You want to bail?, " I asked.
"No, he's all right," she answered back. When he came back from the rest room I had complained about the watered down drinks, Jack for me, and she asked if I wanted another. I have the unwatered version in the room" I said.
"You ready to go to the room?" She asked. I nodded. "Let's go." And we went, he went to the car for his liquor, asked the room number and when we went to the room Anna said, "He may not come back."
"He'll come back" I said. At that moment he knocked on the door.
They started kissing, he felt her up outside her low cowl neck top that she'd worn a sweater over in the bar, and they kissed. At that point as usual I faded into the background and he laid her back, ate her pussy, she sucked his cock, and without taking the top off, which had slid to the side tantalizing exposing a hard nipple, he climbed between her legs and fucked her. He was probably the smallest cock she's had so far, but he made up for it in enthusiasm and ability to recover quickly. He pull out, take off the rubber, she'd suck his cock and they'd fuck again, missionary three times, her on top twice. Had to admire his recovery time.
The second fuck he was making out with her, he was on top, she was holding his cock, and he tried to slide it in without a condom, and she moved him away from her opening. I saw what was happening and butted in, "Condom"--and he said, "I don't want to but I will if I have to." So he did, and we had no problem with that the rest of the evening"
As they lay there recovering and cuddling after what was I think their fourth or fifth fuck (no kidding)--I handed him a marker with the request to sign his work, and he wrote his name, and I told him others had said "their name and 'was here", so he did, drawing a triangle on her from her pussy to each nipple. "I was here, and here, and here" he said as he drew it.
It revived him again, and she got on top-I'd had a lot to drink and since she was already marked on with the marker I wrote "Loves BBC" on the flat of her ass, which was soon bouncing up and down on his cock. He was bucking his body up underneath her, bouncing her into the air on his cock, and the gravity would slid her back down on it, she was loving it. She was on top, fucking, without her moving.
It took a lot of strength to be able to do that as long as he did. Finally he finished for the evening, said his good byes, and left.
We approached him in the bar, He introduced himself as Mel, only he and the bartender were there, and he smiled. He had big wide spaced front teeth, and forgive me but I thought she would bail right then. He was good looking enough until he smiled, but Anna, being the nice person not wanting to offend smiled back, ordered a drink, and we moved to a table in the empty bar where the conversation went around to lifestyle stuff, "How long you been doing it? "How'd you get started."
At one point we were talking about photos and I showed him the one of Anna I carry in my wallet and he nearly blew it, "How long ago was that taken?" This is not the thing you say to a woman in her 40's. Anna jerked back like she'd been hit-it hurt. But it didn't register on him and I told her he didn't mean it in that way and he finally picked up on it and agreed. So we talked more and he said no one carries hot photos of their wives in their wallets but on their cell phone-and so I relented, showed him a topless shot of Anna I have on mine. And Anna blurted out, "I was probably on top of one right then."
She wasn't , but she had just been fucked by her big dicked friend so I guess that was close enough.
The conversation went through three drinks before he went to the rest room. "You want to bail?, " I asked.
"No, he's all right," she answered back. When he came back from the rest room I had complained about the watered down drinks, Jack for me, and she asked if I wanted another. I have the unwatered version in the room" I said.
"You ready to go to the room?" She asked. I nodded. "Let's go." And we went, he went to the car for his liquor, asked the room number and when we went to the room Anna said, "He may not come back."
"He'll come back" I said. At that moment he knocked on the door.
They started kissing, he felt her up outside her low cowl neck top that she'd worn a sweater over in the bar, and they kissed. At that point as usual I faded into the background and he laid her back, ate her pussy, she sucked his cock, and without taking the top off, which had slid to the side tantalizing exposing a hard nipple, he climbed between her legs and fucked her. He was probably the smallest cock she's had so far, but he made up for it in enthusiasm and ability to recover quickly. He pull out, take off the rubber, she'd suck his cock and they'd fuck again, missionary three times, her on top twice. Had to admire his recovery time.
The second fuck he was making out with her, he was on top, she was holding his cock, and he tried to slide it in without a condom, and she moved him away from her opening. I saw what was happening and butted in, "Condom"--and he said, "I don't want to but I will if I have to." So he did, and we had no problem with that the rest of the evening"
As they lay there recovering and cuddling after what was I think their fourth or fifth fuck (no kidding)--I handed him a marker with the request to sign his work, and he wrote his name, and I told him others had said "their name and 'was here", so he did, drawing a triangle on her from her pussy to each nipple. "I was here, and here, and here" he said as he drew it.
It revived him again, and she got on top-I'd had a lot to drink and since she was already marked on with the marker I wrote "Loves BBC" on the flat of her ass, which was soon bouncing up and down on his cock. He was bucking his body up underneath her, bouncing her into the air on his cock, and the gravity would slid her back down on it, she was loving it. She was on top, fucking, without her moving.
It took a lot of strength to be able to do that as long as he did. Finally he finished for the evening, said his good byes, and left.
Monday, March 16, 2009
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".
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".
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
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.
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.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
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.
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.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
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.”
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.”
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Back on the Black Cock
May: Devin
We tiptoed around the subject and finally decided to go back to what we were doing and try to put everything behind us, so we met Devin, who had answered our ad, in a town on the way back from vacation.
We met in the bar, had a nice dinner with nice conversation (and he bought it)and we decided to take it upstairs. He was the perfect gentleman, well traveled, and an interesting conversationalist. He sat and talked a long time, and I quite obviously left the room to go to the restroom twice, staying a while just to give them time to get started. When I walked back into the room the second time they were kissing. I sat down quietly and watched he proceeding, her heavier breathing, his moving his hands inside her top, kissing her nipples, and her unbuttoning and removing his shirt. When she started unbuckling his pants he instead stood up and led her to the bedroom.
I turned on the light, turned on the camcorder and thought I would have great 2 angle shots due to a large closet with mirrored doors. He stripped her down, she sucked him, he pulled off her panties slowly, and eagerly dove into her pussy. The man did love to eat pussy. She sucked him some more, and some more, and some more, (the guy really loves her sucking his cock) and finally he climbed on missionary style and fucked her rather quickly by black guy standards. They cuddled, talk, both still nude, and she sucked him some more, and some more, and some more, and he puts another rubber on and she straddled him, spending a long time rubbing the head of his cock around in her pussy before sliding down on it. It took him a long time to get hard the second time but he finally did.
As it was a week night and he had to work, he excused himself, she and I had sex, and dozed off.
She talked about it the next day, talking about how he was a lot of work. He wasn’t exceptionally large in cock size, but it was enjoyable just the same.
For us both it was much more important that just a fuck. Getting back into things after all the crap of the previous months seemed in ways to put all the previous stuff on a back burner. (Or so I thought--but that is a future post). Regardless for the moment things seems great.
And at this point she had fucked twice as many black men as white men.
She had worn her queen of spades ankle chain for weeks now, including while they fucked, which was kool when I looked back at the photos.
We tiptoed around the subject and finally decided to go back to what we were doing and try to put everything behind us, so we met Devin, who had answered our ad, in a town on the way back from vacation.
We met in the bar, had a nice dinner with nice conversation (and he bought it)and we decided to take it upstairs. He was the perfect gentleman, well traveled, and an interesting conversationalist. He sat and talked a long time, and I quite obviously left the room to go to the restroom twice, staying a while just to give them time to get started. When I walked back into the room the second time they were kissing. I sat down quietly and watched he proceeding, her heavier breathing, his moving his hands inside her top, kissing her nipples, and her unbuttoning and removing his shirt. When she started unbuckling his pants he instead stood up and led her to the bedroom.
I turned on the light, turned on the camcorder and thought I would have great 2 angle shots due to a large closet with mirrored doors. He stripped her down, she sucked him, he pulled off her panties slowly, and eagerly dove into her pussy. The man did love to eat pussy. She sucked him some more, and some more, and some more, (the guy really loves her sucking his cock) and finally he climbed on missionary style and fucked her rather quickly by black guy standards. They cuddled, talk, both still nude, and she sucked him some more, and some more, and some more, and he puts another rubber on and she straddled him, spending a long time rubbing the head of his cock around in her pussy before sliding down on it. It took him a long time to get hard the second time but he finally did.
As it was a week night and he had to work, he excused himself, she and I had sex, and dozed off.
She talked about it the next day, talking about how he was a lot of work. He wasn’t exceptionally large in cock size, but it was enjoyable just the same.
For us both it was much more important that just a fuck. Getting back into things after all the crap of the previous months seemed in ways to put all the previous stuff on a back burner. (Or so I thought--but that is a future post). Regardless for the moment things seems great.
And at this point she had fucked twice as many black men as white men.
She had worn her queen of spades ankle chain for weeks now, including while they fucked, which was kool when I looked back at the photos.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Things Turn to SHIT
If you’ve followed this blog so far it is evident that it had been great up until now. But like the stock market—things change.
A NEW YEAR AND THINGS TURN TO SHIT
She had bladder surgery the first of the year which precluded any sexual activity for six weeks. I left for my trade show trip prior to her recovery, anticipating a very fun homecoming to celebrate her recovery and resumption of sex.
I was gone about a week. I had worked like crazy editing all of the past movies of her getting fucked, setting them to music, adding overlay titles, etc. I made one for every day, and had a detailed “assignment” list to keep her stimulated and have her especially horny upon my return. I hid the CD’s in different places, with the idea of giving her a location each day.
I called the first day, she was sick, next day she was tired, I gave her the location of the first cd and asked her to look at it. Whenever I would call after the first day I’d ask, “Did you look at the CD?” She never did so I didn’t need to give her the other locations.
She basically was in bed, asleep, preoccupied with cleaning, and a dozen different reasons why she wasn’t in the mood to play with my stimulation for the entire trip, which was obvious.
I got back and we enjoyed some great sex, and life was back to normal and great.
A few days after I was back I went to her desk to answer a phone and noticed she had left her email up, and out of curiosity I opened it and noticed an email from Terrell. Now of course we weren’t supposed to be communicating with her lovers without each other’s knowledge, and here he was emailing it. Violation of agreement number 1. Then I saw there was an attachment, so I clicked on it, downloading a zip file of photos.
I opened the first jpeg and she was naked on the bed, close up of her pussy. The thought went through my head that she was taking photos of herself to send to him, and that was erotic, although I was uncomfortable that I had not been kept in the loop.
The next one was her posed by our front doors, legs flexed, ass jutted out, wearing her fur coat, and the next of her in a very low cut cowl neck top I had tried to get her to wear out on several occasions but she had never done.
Then the shock came when the next picture was of her with Terrell, both of them together smiling at the camera in one of those head together poses in which one of the couple holds the camera out and takes a photo of themselves, and in the background I could see our same doors. The rest of the photos were of her stripping nude, and of his cock inside her and of her wearing an apron and nothing else at our stove wearing a “will cook for sex” apron (again something we had bought in the past that she had but has never worn for me). He had been in our house, fucking my wife.
She wasn’t at home, and I paced for hour or two, hyperventilating, pacing, and trying to get a handle on myself first. I finally downloaded the photos to my computer, made a quick slide show of with “I can’t make you love me if you don’t” playing in the background, and when she got home I set her down and made her watch it with me.
This is probably not the place to get into that, but at that exact moment I would have been lost if she had walked out. And she took the aggressive roll with me wanting her to stay. I started off telling her to choose him or me.
She basically decided that maybe she should leave me—and that alone rocked me back—and I realized that I did want her to stay—but I also wanted her to stop fucking around behind my back. I told her to pick one of us.
Her answer, “I don’t know, I want to talk to my sister first.”
Of course at this point it all started coming out. She had invited him to our house while I was at the trade show. She had met him at the airport wearing the fur coat with the open cowl neck shirt, panties, and stocking and garter underneath (and nothing else).
In the course of their weekend together, at her instigation, they fucked in every room on our house (all four) plus the couch. I finally asked her, what we had that was an intimacy between us that she had not shared with him, from posing for photos to fucking in a room with the pictures of our kids on the wall. It was just COLD.
And he had never used a condom. I demanded that she get tested for AIDS.
There was enough reality and business going on that we actually had to put everything on hold to take care of that—and it got to the point that I told her she could stay of she wanted to, but I was through clinging. And am. If she wanted to go, she should go, but I was at the point I really didn’t give a shit either way. And I wasn’t through following up.
I got the entry to our phone records to see what I was dealing with and discovered she had been texting him 8-10 times a day, and when I finally went into the cell phone store getting the first print outs she called me as I stood in line and told me over the phone that I would see several calls to Sam on it as well. What the hell?
I was an emotional wreck for weeks afterward. So I have about a three month gap of bullshit in the middle of this. Suffice to say I’m still here, she’s still here, and things seem back to normal.
As a penance and something to do for me she did get one nipple pierced, and showed it around New Orleans at Mardi Gras. Later she went to visit a friend in New York took it out for a few hours, before it healed and it closed up. So we went back to a different piercer, she got repeirced and then looking at the one in the mirror laid back down and had him do the other. She got rings this time.
Journal entry from that time:
So we talked about it and over that I discovered she didn’t see anything wrong with it, despite the deceit, the lies, and I shot back that she knew it was wrong, why else would she have kept it from me.
I told her last night that my one fear was that she would force me to do something that I didn’t want to do—which was leave. I have forgiven enough. I have hurt enough over her inability to be honest with me. And this is the bottom line. I don’t know if she knows it or not—I do not think it matters if she knows or not—as long as I know where the line is—and I have already planned and know my course of action if it happens. I will find someone out there that does love me, and she can grow old and alone on her own. I know as good looking as she is that won’t happen—but at that point someone else is paying the price of being married to a beautiful unfaithful woman.
So in the end we decided, or I decided, that we had too much time together to waste. I had a friend who was a basket case who had just divorced and I certainly didn’t want to see myself in that shape. I even contemplated suicide. But in the end we came to an uneasy truce and kept things as they were. End of Journal entry.
From November until May we did nothing outside our marriage—all our time was consumed trying to keep our marriage together, due to my wife’s lying, deceitful, betrayal—and her, well the only word I can find to describe it—her stupidity. I think one of the saving graces of all the pain was that she agreed with that analysis.
This is probably not what you expected in this journey, and for the time span this took roughly five months of recovery—not total recovery, nor will their ever be that, but a tolerance, and a constant knowledge that my wife is capable of looking me straight in the face and lying like a dog. The pain is still there, but I have learned to deal with it, to tolerate it, and keep it from consuming me.
When it is all said and done if you look back at the beginning of this blog you will remember we started dating basically as children—and that is a lot of time just to throw away.
So with the long gap of our journey taken up by the aftermath of the above, there will be a gap in this blog as well. We do pick it back up, but everything is different after this. And frankly as I have written this blog, and gone back over the older journal entries, I’ve relived so much of it. The fun and erotic parts have been great—and this post—well I’m reliving it, and I just have to absorb it all again.
We do survive, we do go on, it does get better, and she gets more black dick, and I will post again, but I’m going to give it a rest for a while. I will try to answer comments.
A NEW YEAR AND THINGS TURN TO SHIT
She had bladder surgery the first of the year which precluded any sexual activity for six weeks. I left for my trade show trip prior to her recovery, anticipating a very fun homecoming to celebrate her recovery and resumption of sex.
I was gone about a week. I had worked like crazy editing all of the past movies of her getting fucked, setting them to music, adding overlay titles, etc. I made one for every day, and had a detailed “assignment” list to keep her stimulated and have her especially horny upon my return. I hid the CD’s in different places, with the idea of giving her a location each day.
I called the first day, she was sick, next day she was tired, I gave her the location of the first cd and asked her to look at it. Whenever I would call after the first day I’d ask, “Did you look at the CD?” She never did so I didn’t need to give her the other locations.
She basically was in bed, asleep, preoccupied with cleaning, and a dozen different reasons why she wasn’t in the mood to play with my stimulation for the entire trip, which was obvious.
I got back and we enjoyed some great sex, and life was back to normal and great.
A few days after I was back I went to her desk to answer a phone and noticed she had left her email up, and out of curiosity I opened it and noticed an email from Terrell. Now of course we weren’t supposed to be communicating with her lovers without each other’s knowledge, and here he was emailing it. Violation of agreement number 1. Then I saw there was an attachment, so I clicked on it, downloading a zip file of photos.
I opened the first jpeg and she was naked on the bed, close up of her pussy. The thought went through my head that she was taking photos of herself to send to him, and that was erotic, although I was uncomfortable that I had not been kept in the loop.
The next one was her posed by our front doors, legs flexed, ass jutted out, wearing her fur coat, and the next of her in a very low cut cowl neck top I had tried to get her to wear out on several occasions but she had never done.
Then the shock came when the next picture was of her with Terrell, both of them together smiling at the camera in one of those head together poses in which one of the couple holds the camera out and takes a photo of themselves, and in the background I could see our same doors. The rest of the photos were of her stripping nude, and of his cock inside her and of her wearing an apron and nothing else at our stove wearing a “will cook for sex” apron (again something we had bought in the past that she had but has never worn for me). He had been in our house, fucking my wife.
She wasn’t at home, and I paced for hour or two, hyperventilating, pacing, and trying to get a handle on myself first. I finally downloaded the photos to my computer, made a quick slide show of with “I can’t make you love me if you don’t” playing in the background, and when she got home I set her down and made her watch it with me.
This is probably not the place to get into that, but at that exact moment I would have been lost if she had walked out. And she took the aggressive roll with me wanting her to stay. I started off telling her to choose him or me.
She basically decided that maybe she should leave me—and that alone rocked me back—and I realized that I did want her to stay—but I also wanted her to stop fucking around behind my back. I told her to pick one of us.
Her answer, “I don’t know, I want to talk to my sister first.”
Of course at this point it all started coming out. She had invited him to our house while I was at the trade show. She had met him at the airport wearing the fur coat with the open cowl neck shirt, panties, and stocking and garter underneath (and nothing else).
In the course of their weekend together, at her instigation, they fucked in every room on our house (all four) plus the couch. I finally asked her, what we had that was an intimacy between us that she had not shared with him, from posing for photos to fucking in a room with the pictures of our kids on the wall. It was just COLD.
And he had never used a condom. I demanded that she get tested for AIDS.
There was enough reality and business going on that we actually had to put everything on hold to take care of that—and it got to the point that I told her she could stay of she wanted to, but I was through clinging. And am. If she wanted to go, she should go, but I was at the point I really didn’t give a shit either way. And I wasn’t through following up.
I got the entry to our phone records to see what I was dealing with and discovered she had been texting him 8-10 times a day, and when I finally went into the cell phone store getting the first print outs she called me as I stood in line and told me over the phone that I would see several calls to Sam on it as well. What the hell?
I was an emotional wreck for weeks afterward. So I have about a three month gap of bullshit in the middle of this. Suffice to say I’m still here, she’s still here, and things seem back to normal.
As a penance and something to do for me she did get one nipple pierced, and showed it around New Orleans at Mardi Gras. Later she went to visit a friend in New York took it out for a few hours, before it healed and it closed up. So we went back to a different piercer, she got repeirced and then looking at the one in the mirror laid back down and had him do the other. She got rings this time.
Journal entry from that time:
So we talked about it and over that I discovered she didn’t see anything wrong with it, despite the deceit, the lies, and I shot back that she knew it was wrong, why else would she have kept it from me.
I told her last night that my one fear was that she would force me to do something that I didn’t want to do—which was leave. I have forgiven enough. I have hurt enough over her inability to be honest with me. And this is the bottom line. I don’t know if she knows it or not—I do not think it matters if she knows or not—as long as I know where the line is—and I have already planned and know my course of action if it happens. I will find someone out there that does love me, and she can grow old and alone on her own. I know as good looking as she is that won’t happen—but at that point someone else is paying the price of being married to a beautiful unfaithful woman.
So in the end we decided, or I decided, that we had too much time together to waste. I had a friend who was a basket case who had just divorced and I certainly didn’t want to see myself in that shape. I even contemplated suicide. But in the end we came to an uneasy truce and kept things as they were. End of Journal entry.
From November until May we did nothing outside our marriage—all our time was consumed trying to keep our marriage together, due to my wife’s lying, deceitful, betrayal—and her, well the only word I can find to describe it—her stupidity. I think one of the saving graces of all the pain was that she agreed with that analysis.
This is probably not what you expected in this journey, and for the time span this took roughly five months of recovery—not total recovery, nor will their ever be that, but a tolerance, and a constant knowledge that my wife is capable of looking me straight in the face and lying like a dog. The pain is still there, but I have learned to deal with it, to tolerate it, and keep it from consuming me.
When it is all said and done if you look back at the beginning of this blog you will remember we started dating basically as children—and that is a lot of time just to throw away.
So with the long gap of our journey taken up by the aftermath of the above, there will be a gap in this blog as well. We do pick it back up, but everything is different after this. And frankly as I have written this blog, and gone back over the older journal entries, I’ve relived so much of it. The fun and erotic parts have been great—and this post—well I’m reliving it, and I just have to absorb it all again.
We do survive, we do go on, it does get better, and she gets more black dick, and I will post again, but I’m going to give it a rest for a while. I will try to answer comments.
Post Hedo
As we watched the video of her with her third black lover later and she saw him trying to rim her ass and then fingering her ass, I told her, “You’re going to let him fuck your ass, aren’t you?” She didn’t answer, although I knew the answer.
“Maybe” she said.
“You’re going to let him try.”
“Yes, I’m going to let him try, but I can’t imagine his cock that big in my ass.”
Journal Entry: Lets recap for a minute. Her first fuck, the football player, had not answered her emails and she wrote him off. Now right before Mardi Gras he has written. It’s back on again obviously. She said she is not going to fuck him at Mardi Gras, because he expects it and she won’t reward that attitude, but she would fuck him again.
Last night she got pissed because I do not want anyone to come to our home to fuck her, and I don’t want anyone spending the night with us. “I like getting fucked in the morning,” she said, and I cautioned over the fact they wouldn’t use rubbers in that situation.
Last night after watching the video of her fucking her third guy, she asked me, “
Can we take restraints with us?”
“You want him to tie you up?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“Maybe” she said.
“You’re going to let him try.”
“Yes, I’m going to let him try, but I can’t imagine his cock that big in my ass.”
Journal Entry: Lets recap for a minute. Her first fuck, the football player, had not answered her emails and she wrote him off. Now right before Mardi Gras he has written. It’s back on again obviously. She said she is not going to fuck him at Mardi Gras, because he expects it and she won’t reward that attitude, but she would fuck him again.
Last night she got pissed because I do not want anyone to come to our home to fuck her, and I don’t want anyone spending the night with us. “I like getting fucked in the morning,” she said, and I cautioned over the fact they wouldn’t use rubbers in that situation.
Last night after watching the video of her fucking her third guy, she asked me, “
Can we take restraints with us?”
“You want him to tie you up?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
She Has More Black than White
Her first time with her third black lover was a pivotal night in our interracial journey. She met and fucked her third different black guy. It is pivotal because when his cock slid inside her it would mark the moment that that she had felt more different black cocks inside her that white.
As for the night itself, she had responded to an email from him and in turn got a number from him to call. The call went well and we decided to meet in New Orleans. We were on a trip in that direction so we decided to stay over. We met in the bar, he was late, and called a couple of times as he was stuck in traffice, heightening my wife’s anticipation.
When he arrived we exchanged pleasantries over a drink, things seemed to be going well, and we decided to walk down Bourbon street.
She went to the restroom while he and I stood there. restroom I told him we needed to get the husband questions out of the way: no problem with me being there, taking photos, and he was disease and drug free,
He asked “does she like anal?”
“Hell no, it will freak her out,” I answered.
We bought more drinks as we went down the street, they got closer. We stopped at one point and I took a photo of him with her, and then with him standing there she flashed her breasts at me and I took a photo of the two of them. I think it shocked him, but turned him on as well. She was wearing black pants with a blue v-neck blouse with thin shoulder straps. There was crochet work along the edge which allowed the top to be lower than usual and still be discreet, but made it easy for her to slide the straps down he shoulder and flash.
We turned back to our hotel.
He kissed her in the hall as I unlocked the door, and they stepped inside and continued kissing. I have to say it was different this time. She was more comfortable with everything—I’m not sure if it was the drinks, him, or just the familiarity of how this was done, but she was more into it.
The stripped each other while they kissed. She leaned over from the waist to suck him and instead he pulled her up into his arms and then leaning down picked her up with his arms under her knees and back. As she kissed him carried her to the bed. They got in a 69, with him on top and she sucked his cock with her head hanging off the bed, and he was long. They reversed positions, kissed some more, and he reached for the nightstand and opened a condom. Then she moved up, and as she spread her legs he moved between her, parted her lips with the head of his cock and slowly slid it inside her. My wife was now by my definition a true slut for black cock, as she had now fucked more black cock than white.
He fucked her that way until she came, and squirted, then he turned here on her on her side and fucked her, and she was letting go on a level I had never seen. He wasn’t talking to her like Kevin, but was just fucking her continually, without coming, and she was moaning, screaming, and punctuating inbetween with “Yess”, “Oh my God,” “Yeeesss”. He fucked her till she squirted, and then changed her position again , doggy this time, and they took a break. She went to get a bottle of water, and he met her before she could get back to the bed, kissing her and moving to slide his cock inside her as she stood there, fucking her until she came, and squirted again, soaking the carpet. She was spraying her juices, and coming as loud as I have ever heard her come.
He laid her on the bed and climbed on top of her again and put his cock inside her and began pumping his cock in and out of her and she was coming again. There is not a lot of description that be added her, except to say she was moaning, coming, squirting, sometimes with her legs up to her shoulders, sometimes with her legs down, and with him continually fucking her. I had never seen anything like it. He didn’t stop—and I could prove this by the video—he fucked her continually for almost 50 minutes. Without him coming. And with her hitting a plateau and coming for probably 10 straight minutes at the end. For anyone reading this that wants to hear detailed descriptions it is hard to add more to in than that. No dirty talk, no different positions, no smacking her butt, nothing but just heavy breathing, moaning, and non-stop fucking, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, and when he started pumping fast there was a “slap, slap, slap” with was combination of her bare pubis slapping against her shaved pussy and his balls slapping up against her n the down stroke. Her only words, over and over, sometimes moaned, sometimes hissed between clenched teeth, “Yes, Yes, Yes, Ohhh Yes”.
Finally he came and rolled off of her.
“Wow,” He said, “she sets the standard.” Then seriously he said, “You must be dehydrated from the loss of fluids.” My wife just smiled a smile that I can only describe as cocky and self-assured. Her chest was still rising and falling gasping for air.
I don’t know why but I handed him a dry erase marker. “Here,” I said, “Sign your work.”
He hesitated, laughed, and took the marker. Writing on her lower chest and belly, “3 Hours and Still going.” He kept talking about how she could just keep going.
When he left I added to the marker writing, “Third black cock. Official Black cock slut now.”
Then it was time for me to reclaim her, and did.
I don’t think everything had really registered about the night before. At least as much as I would discover later—but that is for a future post.
As we were driving away from the hotel the next morning, I asked her, “If something happened to me, would you only date black men?”
“Yes,” she said. “If we had started with white guys maybe I wouldn’t, but now, I think I would. I wouldn’t get married again though.”
“It was always a fantasy, you know that,” she said, “but now that we’ve done it, I’m used to doing it, and I like it.”
RECAP: If you’re new to this blog this is the narrative of how my very traditional straightlaced wife opened up her slut side to become a hot wife – and by her own words a “Slut for Black Cock.”
The progression starts at the beginning of this blog when we met as teenagers, so if you really want to understand her journey I would suggest you start at the beginning. But at this point in the narrative of the journey she has had an affair with a white guy, began flashing at Mardi Gras and progressed to letting some guys cop feels or kiss her nipples for beads. She worked as a phone sex operator, and at a March Mardi Gras met the first black guy that would end up taking her black cherry less than 8 weeks later in late April.
She fucked him again in late May, and did not enjoy her second black cock until August. This guy was had a huge cock, was aggressive as far as slapping her ass while they fucked and talking nastier, but after that time he never contacted us again. The just described even was in October. Everything sounds like it is going great—which is reason enough to know that in the upcoming posts it will not be that great.
As for the night itself, she had responded to an email from him and in turn got a number from him to call. The call went well and we decided to meet in New Orleans. We were on a trip in that direction so we decided to stay over. We met in the bar, he was late, and called a couple of times as he was stuck in traffice, heightening my wife’s anticipation.
When he arrived we exchanged pleasantries over a drink, things seemed to be going well, and we decided to walk down Bourbon street.
She went to the restroom while he and I stood there. restroom I told him we needed to get the husband questions out of the way: no problem with me being there, taking photos, and he was disease and drug free,
He asked “does she like anal?”
“Hell no, it will freak her out,” I answered.
We bought more drinks as we went down the street, they got closer. We stopped at one point and I took a photo of him with her, and then with him standing there she flashed her breasts at me and I took a photo of the two of them. I think it shocked him, but turned him on as well. She was wearing black pants with a blue v-neck blouse with thin shoulder straps. There was crochet work along the edge which allowed the top to be lower than usual and still be discreet, but made it easy for her to slide the straps down he shoulder and flash.
We turned back to our hotel.
He kissed her in the hall as I unlocked the door, and they stepped inside and continued kissing. I have to say it was different this time. She was more comfortable with everything—I’m not sure if it was the drinks, him, or just the familiarity of how this was done, but she was more into it.
The stripped each other while they kissed. She leaned over from the waist to suck him and instead he pulled her up into his arms and then leaning down picked her up with his arms under her knees and back. As she kissed him carried her to the bed. They got in a 69, with him on top and she sucked his cock with her head hanging off the bed, and he was long. They reversed positions, kissed some more, and he reached for the nightstand and opened a condom. Then she moved up, and as she spread her legs he moved between her, parted her lips with the head of his cock and slowly slid it inside her. My wife was now by my definition a true slut for black cock, as she had now fucked more black cock than white.
He fucked her that way until she came, and squirted, then he turned here on her on her side and fucked her, and she was letting go on a level I had never seen. He wasn’t talking to her like Kevin, but was just fucking her continually, without coming, and she was moaning, screaming, and punctuating inbetween with “Yess”, “Oh my God,” “Yeeesss”. He fucked her till she squirted, and then changed her position again , doggy this time, and they took a break. She went to get a bottle of water, and he met her before she could get back to the bed, kissing her and moving to slide his cock inside her as she stood there, fucking her until she came, and squirted again, soaking the carpet. She was spraying her juices, and coming as loud as I have ever heard her come.
He laid her on the bed and climbed on top of her again and put his cock inside her and began pumping his cock in and out of her and she was coming again. There is not a lot of description that be added her, except to say she was moaning, coming, squirting, sometimes with her legs up to her shoulders, sometimes with her legs down, and with him continually fucking her. I had never seen anything like it. He didn’t stop—and I could prove this by the video—he fucked her continually for almost 50 minutes. Without him coming. And with her hitting a plateau and coming for probably 10 straight minutes at the end. For anyone reading this that wants to hear detailed descriptions it is hard to add more to in than that. No dirty talk, no different positions, no smacking her butt, nothing but just heavy breathing, moaning, and non-stop fucking, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, and when he started pumping fast there was a “slap, slap, slap” with was combination of her bare pubis slapping against her shaved pussy and his balls slapping up against her n the down stroke. Her only words, over and over, sometimes moaned, sometimes hissed between clenched teeth, “Yes, Yes, Yes, Ohhh Yes”.
Finally he came and rolled off of her.
“Wow,” He said, “she sets the standard.” Then seriously he said, “You must be dehydrated from the loss of fluids.” My wife just smiled a smile that I can only describe as cocky and self-assured. Her chest was still rising and falling gasping for air.
I don’t know why but I handed him a dry erase marker. “Here,” I said, “Sign your work.”
He hesitated, laughed, and took the marker. Writing on her lower chest and belly, “3 Hours and Still going.” He kept talking about how she could just keep going.
When he left I added to the marker writing, “Third black cock. Official Black cock slut now.”
Then it was time for me to reclaim her, and did.
I don’t think everything had really registered about the night before. At least as much as I would discover later—but that is for a future post.
As we were driving away from the hotel the next morning, I asked her, “If something happened to me, would you only date black men?”
“Yes,” she said. “If we had started with white guys maybe I wouldn’t, but now, I think I would. I wouldn’t get married again though.”
“It was always a fantasy, you know that,” she said, “but now that we’ve done it, I’m used to doing it, and I like it.”
RECAP: If you’re new to this blog this is the narrative of how my very traditional straightlaced wife opened up her slut side to become a hot wife – and by her own words a “Slut for Black Cock.”
The progression starts at the beginning of this blog when we met as teenagers, so if you really want to understand her journey I would suggest you start at the beginning. But at this point in the narrative of the journey she has had an affair with a white guy, began flashing at Mardi Gras and progressed to letting some guys cop feels or kiss her nipples for beads. She worked as a phone sex operator, and at a March Mardi Gras met the first black guy that would end up taking her black cherry less than 8 weeks later in late April.
She fucked him again in late May, and did not enjoy her second black cock until August. This guy was had a huge cock, was aggressive as far as slapping her ass while they fucked and talking nastier, but after that time he never contacted us again. The just described even was in October. Everything sounds like it is going great—which is reason enough to know that in the upcoming posts it will not be that great.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Her Second Black Cock
Just for a timeline reference on things, we talked about doing others for years, and she met her first black lover at Mardi Gras and we met him a few weeks later for her first experience. This was in April. She met him for a second time in late May. And then our real lives got in the way and I really was worried about her developing an emotional relationship with Sam, so I resisted another meeting until she had had some more experiences with different guys. I've described most of this in the last few posts.
The following took place in August--and which is really a realistic timeline for us even today. She'd play more if she could but our real lives get in the way.
And if you think I've got total recall to remember the conversation, I can honestly say it is not my imagination or even my recollection. As I've stated several times I video everything, and this is exactly as it really happened.
I left the room to let them talk, and he was very articulate, talked easily, and told her it was his birthday and she could help him celebrate his birthday. I think that was the final straw. She asked where we would meet, I called him and asked, call the Hilton, got a room reserved and called him back, setting it up for 8:30 in the hotel bar that same night.
She was giddy like a school girl getting ready for a date.
Upstairs she showered, shaved her pussy bare, and laid out her clothes to wear, trying on a few things and nothing to revealing. “I don’t want to lead him on in case I decide not to do it.” We had enough time to pack, drive there, shower, change clothes, and gather our thoughts for about 5 minutes before time to go to the bar.
She had done her nails on the drive, and spent the time in the room applying her make-up. Then she dressed in a low cut black warparound dress, a silver neckace, a thong with a rhinestone diamond where the straps met in the back, and strap high heels with the matching rhinestones on the straps. Her long brunette hair was brushed back and loose. She was delectable. On her right ankle she had an ankle chain with a Q and spade on her I had given her on her first black experience.
We went into the bar, had a drink or two, and he walked in. Late 39's, bald, well built in a tight tee shirt and jeans. I didn’t recognize him but he was alone, walked right up to Anna and sat down beside her at the bar. I asked if he was Zeb and he nodded and we shook hands. He ordered a beer, and we moved to a table, where we sat for a while, I would leave to get drinks, and when I got back the second round she was telling him of her fantasy with black men. Later I learned he had asked “What is it that got you wanting black men?”
It was natural but it was out here now, she was fucking a guy preferably because he was black—and he knew—and she knew—and I knew. It had never been mentioned when she was with Sam. Not either time. And now she was telling a black guy sitting here having drinks with us that she wanted to fuck him because he was black, and he answered that he felt the same way about white women, citing that a lot of black women had attitudes in his opinion.
We talked along sexual lines, nothing specific but more “lifestyle” talk, about how she was uncomfortable admitting we were now in the “lifestyle”, and he cautioned us about getting too involved and getting really out of control. We didn’t get into sexual specifics, but she had sat there long enough thinking about fucking him I felt. Finally she said, “I think we need to take this to the room.”
We paid our tabs and as we walked through the lobby she put her arm in his, claiming she needed to be steadied from the drinks. In the room I unlocked it, moved to a chair and they turned to each other began kissing at the end of the bed, not a long kiss, maybe a minute, and as they kissed he unbuckled his pants and slid them down with one hand, guiding her hand to his cock.
I know this is so stereotypical that is sounds fake but it is the truth, he had a long cock. I mean LONG, and it was hard and straight out. Anna wrapped her hand around it, and dropped to her knees. (He later told her it was 9 ½”) She had one fist on top of the other and still had a lot of cock sticking out to suck. She grunted a low guttural grunt when she took him in her mouth and devoured him. She devoured his cock like it was a long stick of chocolate she had been lusting after forever. Maybe in a sense she was.
He slid her straps off her shoulder as she continued to suck his cock, and flipped her nipples with his fingertips, and stood straight up which his cock straight out for her to suck. And suck she did. Moaning and grunting and enjoying his big cock. She sounded like she was cumming as she eagerly sucked him.
She kissed his balls, holding his cock to the side and it extended beyond the back of her head. She sucked him, and put his cock down her throat, Deep throating him as I had never seen her do before, gagging a bit but still putting his cock down her throat.
She was holding the backs of his legs pulling his cock into her, taking it and rubbing it over her nipples, on occasional “OH GOD” moaning from her as he gave soft moans of pleasure himself, with saying “yeah” softly. She was pumping her hand over his cock, looking up at him as she sucked him.
He pulled her hair back and held it behind her head so he could see her mouth on him, also partially guiding her mouth up and down on him.
“I’m going to love fucking you doggie style” he said. He was moaning too, and then she stood up.
“You ready?” she asked as she let the dress fall, she stepped out of it while he pulled his shirt over his head and stepped out of his pants, and he leaned over and stripped her thong off her. They kissed standing, both naked now, her hand on his hard cock and his fingers moving to her soaked pussy, flicking her clit quickly with his fingertips and sliding his fingers inside her.
“Yess, oh yes” he said. I was afraid he was going to slide his cock into her right there.
“Condoms,” I said, breaking my silence.
“You bring’em?” she asked.
Instead he picked up his pants, reached in the front pocket, and lay three foil packs of condoms onto the nightstand. I looked at them—Magnum XL size. When it rolled it down his cock it didn’t reach the bottom of his cock—and he climbed on the bed and rolled to his back, his cock sticking up, and she climbed on behind him, stroking his rubber clad cock. She moved over top of him, positioning her pussy over his cock that he guided up with one hand as she lowered herself slowly onto his cock, sliding his cock into my wife’s wet pussy. She held herself over his cock, bearing her weigh on her thighs with her feet flat on the bed beside him and moved up and down on his cock as he laid there and enjoyed it. She leaned back with him still inside her, placing her hands just above his knees, her feet flat, and slid his cock in and out of her with her pelvic thrusting, grunting an “Ahh” as she did with each down stroke, finally moving off her feet to her knees, now grinding her pussy against him, his long cock all the way inside her, his hands reaching her breasts and pulling on her nipples as the fucked.
She go louder, her grunts mixing with moans in a regular rhythm that matched her movements on his cock.
Her grunts were in Mmmhh, Mmmmmh, Mummmh and she got faster, moving back to her feet flat beside him and pumping up on his cock faster, her moans changing to Ohhh, Ohhhh, Ohhh’s, her long hair waving back and forth, her breasts bouncing wildly, lost in the fucking. She kissed him as she rode his cock, “Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Ahhhh, Ahhh” she was almost shouting, the gasping, back off her feet and grinding on him, leaning back, his hand groping and playing with her breasts mre, goind on like this for looong minutes.
Getting louder and louder and the she slowed, got quieter, and slowed, still with his cock inside her, and she moved off him, rolling to her hands and knees as he moved behind her to fuck her doggy style has he had promised.
Once he got inside her he pumped her fast a stroke or two and slapped her ass, softer the first time. I started to say something, as we hadn’t talked about having her ass slapped, but she said nothingi and he slapped her ass harder. She moaned in pleasure and I leaned back in the char. Then turning almost sideways with his left foot over her right shoulder, fucking her sideways, her ass and pussy up in the air with her shoulders flat on the bed, moving around to fuck her hard, and telling him, “Yess, mmmm, fuck me.” She said it lowered and he slapped her ass again, harder, reaching forward and pulling her hair back as he moved slowing in and out of her pussy, all the way inside her with his long cock, a loud “mmmmh, mmmuh” with each stroke, missed with slaps, and “ohhhh’s” and “Yessss,” She raised back to her hands and he held her ass on him as she ground and moved on his cock without her moving, holding onto her hair with one hand now, holding her hips against him only letting go to slap her ass or lean forward and squeeze her breast, holding onto it hard as she fucked against him, the she slowed and he pumped her, moving her back until his feet were on the floor, their bodies slapping as they rammed against each other.
She buried her head into the pillow so she could scream her muffled, “ooohh GOOood” and as he continued fucking her she begged, “come in my cunt” oohh come in my cunt. Tell me when you’re ready to come in my cunt.”
She came but he didn’t stop, slowing his fucking but never taking it out of her pussy. She moved her feet between her legs like Sam had done her. Slapping her ass every now and then, and she started having another orgasm.
“You like my black cock?” he ask as he fucked her,
“Yess,” and he slapped her ass when she answered, then he moved over her on his feet on the bed, leaning almost over top of her with his cock still buried in her pussy.
“You love my big dick?” he asked.
“Yess, you know I love it,”
SLAP
Oh my God, Oh my God, yesss.” He let his weight down on her pussy, her flat on the bed with her legs spread and his cock still inside her. “Yess, Yess”, she hissed through clenched teeth.
He took her left leg and pulled it up, picking up the pace, then rolling her to her side, one leg up, his cock inside her, one hand on her breast pulling it as she fucked him, “Oh yesss. “ohhh” throatier, “Muuuuh, Ohhhhhh, Ohhhh Yesss” through her teeth.
“Oh yess,” he said, and she answered.
She started building to another orgasm “Ohh fuck me” “I love how you fuck me” she breathed.
“You like my dick?”
“I love your dick,” she gasped.
“Oh yess, she repeated again. Slap.
“Um huh?” he said, pumping her faster.
“Oh God. Fuck me.”
“Um huh?” SLAP
“Oh God that feels so good.” Her ass was red with his handprints from his slapping of her ass. He started pumping her faster, then flattening her on the bed again. Holding one foot up.
“Oh fuck me. Cum in my cunt. Tell me when you’re gonna cum in my cunt”
Then her Muummh, Oh Mummmh Oh SLAP, SLAP, harder SLAP
“Oh cum” all mixing with their Yeahhhs,
You’re so wet,” he moans. Ohhh himself, mixing with her whimpers now.
“Yes.”
“I love it.” She said.
“That dick?”
“I do, I love it.” Slap
Oh yes.” SLAP
Mmmm?” SLAP
He slowed again. “Oh yeah.
“Yeah you do.”
“I do, you know it do. Fuck me. God you’re such a good fuck.”
“Oh yeah.”
“Ohhhhh” she breathed, “Oh yesss.”
I want you to cum, he said. Mmmh huh?
“Yess, you know I love it.”
She screamed as she came, and the she slowed, and stopped. “I need to take a break.”
“You want to rest a minute?”
“Yes, I need to take a break.” He didn’t move, just slowed, still fucking her.
“You know you like it.”
“I do, I do.” She said. “I love your cock in my pussy.”
She sat on the foot of the bed and he sat in the chair, pulling his briefs back on, and they talked for a few minutes about different chit-chat. She was taking her bare foot and running it up and down his leg, and then she fell to her knees in front of him, pulling his cock out the side of his briefs and sucking more, sucking him rock hard again and laying back again for him to keep fucking her.
He’d change position, fuck her for a while, move, fuck her some more, and she started her loud rhythmic cumming and started squirting as he fucked her. He loved it, saying she was on the second woman who had ever done that, and he pulled out for a minute to rest, and the lay on the bed, not cuddling but just beside each other resting.
She said something about trying a new position and I suggested reverse cowgirl, she he said “yeah” and she moved over him and I went to the front side so I could see his cock sliding into her. She was so quick that she had him cock inside her before I could get around and get the camera turned on,. “Shit, I missed it,” I exclaimed.
My wife, facing me, sitting on this guy’s big black cock buried into her pussy, looks me straight in the face and asks, “Want me to do it again?”
I nodded, and she moved off his cock, hovering her pussy over it, positioning it to her pussy with one hand, and lowered her body onto the top of it, rubbing it back and forth and then lowering her body all the way onto it, moving her pelvis around in a circle, and then she simply forgot I was there and began sliding up and down on his cock, leaning back, up and down, fucking like I could only imagine her fucking before, again cumming and sqiriting before finally moving off his cock and laying on the bed beside him.
They lay there for a few minutes and he told her he had another place he had to be, and he pulled his pants on, we shook hands and talked about another time, and he left.
At which point I began to fuck my wife. As I entered her she said, “I’m sore and a little raw from all that fucking, so go easy.”
I smiled and began fucking her myself—the first of four times before morning, which was the first time in years I've had that happen.
The following took place in August--and which is really a realistic timeline for us even today. She'd play more if she could but our real lives get in the way.
And if you think I've got total recall to remember the conversation, I can honestly say it is not my imagination or even my recollection. As I've stated several times I video everything, and this is exactly as it really happened.
I left the room to let them talk, and he was very articulate, talked easily, and told her it was his birthday and she could help him celebrate his birthday. I think that was the final straw. She asked where we would meet, I called him and asked, call the Hilton, got a room reserved and called him back, setting it up for 8:30 in the hotel bar that same night.
She was giddy like a school girl getting ready for a date.
Upstairs she showered, shaved her pussy bare, and laid out her clothes to wear, trying on a few things and nothing to revealing. “I don’t want to lead him on in case I decide not to do it.” We had enough time to pack, drive there, shower, change clothes, and gather our thoughts for about 5 minutes before time to go to the bar.
She had done her nails on the drive, and spent the time in the room applying her make-up. Then she dressed in a low cut black warparound dress, a silver neckace, a thong with a rhinestone diamond where the straps met in the back, and strap high heels with the matching rhinestones on the straps. Her long brunette hair was brushed back and loose. She was delectable. On her right ankle she had an ankle chain with a Q and spade on her I had given her on her first black experience.
We went into the bar, had a drink or two, and he walked in. Late 39's, bald, well built in a tight tee shirt and jeans. I didn’t recognize him but he was alone, walked right up to Anna and sat down beside her at the bar. I asked if he was Zeb and he nodded and we shook hands. He ordered a beer, and we moved to a table, where we sat for a while, I would leave to get drinks, and when I got back the second round she was telling him of her fantasy with black men. Later I learned he had asked “What is it that got you wanting black men?”
It was natural but it was out here now, she was fucking a guy preferably because he was black—and he knew—and she knew—and I knew. It had never been mentioned when she was with Sam. Not either time. And now she was telling a black guy sitting here having drinks with us that she wanted to fuck him because he was black, and he answered that he felt the same way about white women, citing that a lot of black women had attitudes in his opinion.
We talked along sexual lines, nothing specific but more “lifestyle” talk, about how she was uncomfortable admitting we were now in the “lifestyle”, and he cautioned us about getting too involved and getting really out of control. We didn’t get into sexual specifics, but she had sat there long enough thinking about fucking him I felt. Finally she said, “I think we need to take this to the room.”
We paid our tabs and as we walked through the lobby she put her arm in his, claiming she needed to be steadied from the drinks. In the room I unlocked it, moved to a chair and they turned to each other began kissing at the end of the bed, not a long kiss, maybe a minute, and as they kissed he unbuckled his pants and slid them down with one hand, guiding her hand to his cock.
I know this is so stereotypical that is sounds fake but it is the truth, he had a long cock. I mean LONG, and it was hard and straight out. Anna wrapped her hand around it, and dropped to her knees. (He later told her it was 9 ½”) She had one fist on top of the other and still had a lot of cock sticking out to suck. She grunted a low guttural grunt when she took him in her mouth and devoured him. She devoured his cock like it was a long stick of chocolate she had been lusting after forever. Maybe in a sense she was.
He slid her straps off her shoulder as she continued to suck his cock, and flipped her nipples with his fingertips, and stood straight up which his cock straight out for her to suck. And suck she did. Moaning and grunting and enjoying his big cock. She sounded like she was cumming as she eagerly sucked him.
She kissed his balls, holding his cock to the side and it extended beyond the back of her head. She sucked him, and put his cock down her throat, Deep throating him as I had never seen her do before, gagging a bit but still putting his cock down her throat.
She was holding the backs of his legs pulling his cock into her, taking it and rubbing it over her nipples, on occasional “OH GOD” moaning from her as he gave soft moans of pleasure himself, with saying “yeah” softly. She was pumping her hand over his cock, looking up at him as she sucked him.
He pulled her hair back and held it behind her head so he could see her mouth on him, also partially guiding her mouth up and down on him.
“I’m going to love fucking you doggie style” he said. He was moaning too, and then she stood up.
“You ready?” she asked as she let the dress fall, she stepped out of it while he pulled his shirt over his head and stepped out of his pants, and he leaned over and stripped her thong off her. They kissed standing, both naked now, her hand on his hard cock and his fingers moving to her soaked pussy, flicking her clit quickly with his fingertips and sliding his fingers inside her.
“Yess, oh yes” he said. I was afraid he was going to slide his cock into her right there.
“Condoms,” I said, breaking my silence.
“You bring’em?” she asked.
Instead he picked up his pants, reached in the front pocket, and lay three foil packs of condoms onto the nightstand. I looked at them—Magnum XL size. When it rolled it down his cock it didn’t reach the bottom of his cock—and he climbed on the bed and rolled to his back, his cock sticking up, and she climbed on behind him, stroking his rubber clad cock. She moved over top of him, positioning her pussy over his cock that he guided up with one hand as she lowered herself slowly onto his cock, sliding his cock into my wife’s wet pussy. She held herself over his cock, bearing her weigh on her thighs with her feet flat on the bed beside him and moved up and down on his cock as he laid there and enjoyed it. She leaned back with him still inside her, placing her hands just above his knees, her feet flat, and slid his cock in and out of her with her pelvic thrusting, grunting an “Ahh” as she did with each down stroke, finally moving off her feet to her knees, now grinding her pussy against him, his long cock all the way inside her, his hands reaching her breasts and pulling on her nipples as the fucked.
She go louder, her grunts mixing with moans in a regular rhythm that matched her movements on his cock.
Her grunts were in Mmmhh, Mmmmmh, Mummmh and she got faster, moving back to her feet flat beside him and pumping up on his cock faster, her moans changing to Ohhh, Ohhhh, Ohhh’s, her long hair waving back and forth, her breasts bouncing wildly, lost in the fucking. She kissed him as she rode his cock, “Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Ahhhh, Ahhh” she was almost shouting, the gasping, back off her feet and grinding on him, leaning back, his hand groping and playing with her breasts mre, goind on like this for looong minutes.
Getting louder and louder and the she slowed, got quieter, and slowed, still with his cock inside her, and she moved off him, rolling to her hands and knees as he moved behind her to fuck her doggy style has he had promised.
Once he got inside her he pumped her fast a stroke or two and slapped her ass, softer the first time. I started to say something, as we hadn’t talked about having her ass slapped, but she said nothingi and he slapped her ass harder. She moaned in pleasure and I leaned back in the char. Then turning almost sideways with his left foot over her right shoulder, fucking her sideways, her ass and pussy up in the air with her shoulders flat on the bed, moving around to fuck her hard, and telling him, “Yess, mmmm, fuck me.” She said it lowered and he slapped her ass again, harder, reaching forward and pulling her hair back as he moved slowing in and out of her pussy, all the way inside her with his long cock, a loud “mmmmh, mmmuh” with each stroke, missed with slaps, and “ohhhh’s” and “Yessss,” She raised back to her hands and he held her ass on him as she ground and moved on his cock without her moving, holding onto her hair with one hand now, holding her hips against him only letting go to slap her ass or lean forward and squeeze her breast, holding onto it hard as she fucked against him, the she slowed and he pumped her, moving her back until his feet were on the floor, their bodies slapping as they rammed against each other.
She buried her head into the pillow so she could scream her muffled, “ooohh GOOood” and as he continued fucking her she begged, “come in my cunt” oohh come in my cunt. Tell me when you’re ready to come in my cunt.”
She came but he didn’t stop, slowing his fucking but never taking it out of her pussy. She moved her feet between her legs like Sam had done her. Slapping her ass every now and then, and she started having another orgasm.
“You like my black cock?” he ask as he fucked her,
“Yess,” and he slapped her ass when she answered, then he moved over her on his feet on the bed, leaning almost over top of her with his cock still buried in her pussy.
“You love my big dick?” he asked.
“Yess, you know I love it,”
SLAP
Oh my God, Oh my God, yesss.” He let his weight down on her pussy, her flat on the bed with her legs spread and his cock still inside her. “Yess, Yess”, she hissed through clenched teeth.
He took her left leg and pulled it up, picking up the pace, then rolling her to her side, one leg up, his cock inside her, one hand on her breast pulling it as she fucked him, “Oh yesss. “ohhh” throatier, “Muuuuh, Ohhhhhh, Ohhhh Yesss” through her teeth.
“Oh yess,” he said, and she answered.
She started building to another orgasm “Ohh fuck me” “I love how you fuck me” she breathed.
“You like my dick?”
“I love your dick,” she gasped.
“Oh yess, she repeated again. Slap.
“Um huh?” he said, pumping her faster.
“Oh God. Fuck me.”
“Um huh?” SLAP
“Oh God that feels so good.” Her ass was red with his handprints from his slapping of her ass. He started pumping her faster, then flattening her on the bed again. Holding one foot up.
“Oh fuck me. Cum in my cunt. Tell me when you’re gonna cum in my cunt”
Then her Muummh, Oh Mummmh Oh SLAP, SLAP, harder SLAP
“Oh cum” all mixing with their Yeahhhs,
You’re so wet,” he moans. Ohhh himself, mixing with her whimpers now.
“Yes.”
“I love it.” She said.
“That dick?”
“I do, I love it.” Slap
Oh yes.” SLAP
Mmmm?” SLAP
He slowed again. “Oh yeah.
“Yeah you do.”
“I do, you know it do. Fuck me. God you’re such a good fuck.”
“Oh yeah.”
“Ohhhhh” she breathed, “Oh yesss.”
I want you to cum, he said. Mmmh huh?
“Yess, you know I love it.”
She screamed as she came, and the she slowed, and stopped. “I need to take a break.”
“You want to rest a minute?”
“Yes, I need to take a break.” He didn’t move, just slowed, still fucking her.
“You know you like it.”
“I do, I do.” She said. “I love your cock in my pussy.”
She sat on the foot of the bed and he sat in the chair, pulling his briefs back on, and they talked for a few minutes about different chit-chat. She was taking her bare foot and running it up and down his leg, and then she fell to her knees in front of him, pulling his cock out the side of his briefs and sucking more, sucking him rock hard again and laying back again for him to keep fucking her.
He’d change position, fuck her for a while, move, fuck her some more, and she started her loud rhythmic cumming and started squirting as he fucked her. He loved it, saying she was on the second woman who had ever done that, and he pulled out for a minute to rest, and the lay on the bed, not cuddling but just beside each other resting.
She said something about trying a new position and I suggested reverse cowgirl, she he said “yeah” and she moved over him and I went to the front side so I could see his cock sliding into her. She was so quick that she had him cock inside her before I could get around and get the camera turned on,. “Shit, I missed it,” I exclaimed.
My wife, facing me, sitting on this guy’s big black cock buried into her pussy, looks me straight in the face and asks, “Want me to do it again?”
I nodded, and she moved off his cock, hovering her pussy over it, positioning it to her pussy with one hand, and lowered her body onto the top of it, rubbing it back and forth and then lowering her body all the way onto it, moving her pelvis around in a circle, and then she simply forgot I was there and began sliding up and down on his cock, leaning back, up and down, fucking like I could only imagine her fucking before, again cumming and sqiriting before finally moving off his cock and laying on the bed beside him.
They lay there for a few minutes and he told her he had another place he had to be, and he pulled his pants on, we shook hands and talked about another time, and he left.
At which point I began to fuck my wife. As I entered her she said, “I’m sore and a little raw from all that fucking, so go easy.”
I smiled and began fucking her myself—the first of four times before morning, which was the first time in years I've had that happen.
Friday, September 5, 2008
Contact with soon to be Lover No. 2
Over the next weeks she recanted saying she wanted a lot of different black cocks, getting very agitated to me that I was “trying to pimp her out” and that she wondered if she should just stop. “I don’t have to do anyone” she said. She also said she didn’t want to go to Hedo with any expectation of her fucking someone. Which I finally communicated that it was ok if she didn’t. Not sure she has ever really figured out if I agree with her it is not necessarily me “pushing” her into doing something. Sometimes I think she’s more likely to do things if I am reluctant to do something, then she will push ahead.
After 13 days of traveling, we went to the pool, fucked once, and started talking about fucking others, and she said, “I know there will be others, I just don’t want to be pushed.” Which I agreed. She also said that she wanted to see Sam her black guy, and that if we went out that she wanted us to take her to a strip club. Which I said was ok.
She also got to talking about black men, saying, “Well you knew it wasn’t a secret that I was attracted to black men.” I asked her if all things were equal would she pick a black man over a white man and she said, “absolutely.” “You know what they say,” she smiled. I asked if having actually fucked a black man it had made the desire to do it increase, remain the same or decrease. “I want to fuck black men more,” she said.
I suspected that if we went to Hedo and there was a hot black guy there and she gets to drinking she is going to fuck him—just about whether I want her to or not.
Days later we took a long car trip and talked at length about her being resistant to me finding someone as a potential partner. “It’s like you are pimping me out,” she said. “I want to pick them.” Then as we talked further she added, “I’m sure there will be more men, I think we’re both really looking.”
After a few days after that we were having drinks in the pool and she said, “I want to you go online and find someone for me, I want to get fucked in September and get him out of my head.” I nodded, and did nothing until later, when she brought it up again. That night I showed her the online ad I ad sent and suggested she read the emails. She did, finding one she liked, and emailed him that she was interested, asking for a face photo.
He sent it, and then she told me, “I told him I would send him a photo, but I don’t know how, so send it for me.” Later she said another guy had emailed too, wanting a face photo, so I sent both of them
Two days later we got a response, he wanted to meet, and Anna said she was willing to meet. “You work out the details,” she said, “but don’t tell him everything about me.”
I emailed, laid out some basics, and suggested that at some point they talk on the phone because she was very uncomfortable about meeting someone from the internet.
He emailed his number, I told her, and the next day she tried to call him, but he didn’t answer. I emailed him, told him she had tried to call, and on a Saturday morning I checked my PDA and he had emailed. I told her, and she called him that afternoon.
After 13 days of traveling, we went to the pool, fucked once, and started talking about fucking others, and she said, “I know there will be others, I just don’t want to be pushed.” Which I agreed. She also said that she wanted to see Sam her black guy, and that if we went out that she wanted us to take her to a strip club. Which I said was ok.
She also got to talking about black men, saying, “Well you knew it wasn’t a secret that I was attracted to black men.” I asked her if all things were equal would she pick a black man over a white man and she said, “absolutely.” “You know what they say,” she smiled. I asked if having actually fucked a black man it had made the desire to do it increase, remain the same or decrease. “I want to fuck black men more,” she said.
I suspected that if we went to Hedo and there was a hot black guy there and she gets to drinking she is going to fuck him—just about whether I want her to or not.
Days later we took a long car trip and talked at length about her being resistant to me finding someone as a potential partner. “It’s like you are pimping me out,” she said. “I want to pick them.” Then as we talked further she added, “I’m sure there will be more men, I think we’re both really looking.”
After a few days after that we were having drinks in the pool and she said, “I want to you go online and find someone for me, I want to get fucked in September and get him out of my head.” I nodded, and did nothing until later, when she brought it up again. That night I showed her the online ad I ad sent and suggested she read the emails. She did, finding one she liked, and emailed him that she was interested, asking for a face photo.
He sent it, and then she told me, “I told him I would send him a photo, but I don’t know how, so send it for me.” Later she said another guy had emailed too, wanting a face photo, so I sent both of them
Two days later we got a response, he wanted to meet, and Anna said she was willing to meet. “You work out the details,” she said, “but don’t tell him everything about me.”
I emailed, laid out some basics, and suggested that at some point they talk on the phone because she was very uncomfortable about meeting someone from the internet.
He emailed his number, I told her, and the next day she tried to call him, but he didn’t answer. I emailed him, told him she had tried to call, and on a Saturday morning I checked my PDA and he had emailed. I told her, and she called him that afternoon.
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