Reality and real life

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.

A Break in the timeline

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

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

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

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

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

Her First Interracial Date

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

Slow, but some promising preliminaries

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

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

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

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


New Player

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

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

Monday

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


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


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


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

Guess we'll see.

No sex - but a lot of mental self-examination

No Gang Bang.

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

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

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

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

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

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



Late May

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

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

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

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

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

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

- "it made it official," she said.

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

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

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

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

Catching up in the time line

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

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

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

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

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

Early May:

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

New Lover

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

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

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

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

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

I quietly moved to the camera and turned it on.

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

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

“Un huh” she whispered back.

“Tell me,” he ordered.

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

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

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

“You want it?” he asked. “Tell me.”

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

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

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

Love it?,

Love it?,”

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

Love it?”

“Yes, I love it.”

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

“That right? Say it.”

“I love your dick in my pussy.”

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

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

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

“You like me eating your pussy?”

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

“Wow.” He said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Black Cock Fix- Fifth Lover

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

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

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

“Yes I am,” was her answer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bareback

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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.”

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.

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.

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.

First Time At Hedo

A few weeks later we went to Hedo for the first time. We didn’t know exactly what to expect, I read what I could and where I could and on the first day we were recovering from the trip and had decided just to take it slow and let the good times come to us. As we checked into the room I opened the bathroom, and noticed there were not curtains on the window, and as I looked out onto the quadrangle there on the upper sun deck in the quad a man and a woman were fucking, with a third woman at their head holding the woman’s hands.
I said something, and the bellman looked out the window, smiled, and said, “Welcome to Hedo”.
Frankly it shocked Anna so much that it knocked her back a little, coupled with the fact that there were very very few single black men that at this time--a disappoint for her.
We hung out at the pool the next day, and this woman was laying up on the concrete table in the pool while her husband was smearing/massaging her with suntan oil. I took a foot and started massaging it as well, and when she got up another woman got on the table and I started on her foot too. Anna was on the other side of the pool, and we were all getting drunker and when this woman got off the table I motioned to Anna to come over and get on the table. She refused, but we started talking to the couple whose wife I had just been massaging her feet.
I kissed her and next thing I know (I mean we were really drunk) we were going to their room with them. As we walked into the room the husband said, for the first time, “Now we only do a soft swap.”
It was not like we were going to leave at this point.
I got blown and Anna got eaten and she sucked the guy’s cock and I ate the guy’s wife till she came and squirted, but no one fucked.
As we all sprawled naked on the bed, Anna rising from having sucked the other guy’s cock, she moved forward, her thumbs on the woman’s pussy lips, spreading them apart, and out of the blue looked over at me and said, “I swore I’d never do this” and then she buried her face into the woman’s pussy as I moved to the woman’s head so she could suck my cock. I loved it. We finally broke and went back to our rooms and passed out (there was a tremendous amount of alcohol in our systems, then we got up very late that night and were both sick.
The next day I'm still sick at my stomach, but tough it out at the pool.
She comes up to me and tells me the two guys of the couples we had been hanging out with in the pool wanted to take her to their room and fuck her, and I said, “Well what about their wives going with me.”
“No,” she said, "they went back to their rooms for a nap."
“Then no fucking way,” I said. She neglected to have suggested that I go along and film, which might have worked. And right in the middle of this she gets her period, and I get the runs one day, and she does the next.

She started talking to this guy from Virginia, and later came back and told me that his birthday was this week and he was shy and not connecting and she promised him a blow job. He went with us to the quad pool for the body shots, and they poured chocolate liquor over the women and the men licked it off, and then the men got up, they poured it over the men, and she sucked my cock, and then in front of everyone moved over and sucked his, and then back to mine. We went back to the room and she sucked him first on her knees, and then over top of him till he came in her mouth and she swallowed, and then crawled on top of him.
If he’d recovered quicker they would have fucked, but he didn’t.
“Oh you white boys,” she laughed.

And that was basically our hedo trip. Four days, one getting acclimated, two being sick, and one packing to go home. That we were able to do anything sexual amazes me looking back at it.

On the way home she mentioned that one of the other men we had met there had fingered her in the hot tub while I was unaware several seats away in the bigger pool. And later, much later, she tells me that while standing at the swim up bar before him getting his blow job that the guy from Virginia had been talking to her, she had been playing with his cock, and pulled him forward and let him put his cock inside her, bare. He put it in for a stroke or too and then he freaked, afraid he would get aids or something.

She said that didn’t count as a fuck. I told her if his cock was inside her it counted.

And on the last day, as we’re waiting with our bags packed and ready to go to the airport, she goes to the bar to get one last drink, and this newly arrived black guy hits on her.

Wasn’t that much of a trip in the final analysis, but it sure beat staying home.

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.

Mentally Preparing for Number Three

I traveled out of town and she was asking if either of her two previous lovers had written, so to heighten the excitement of my being away from her I sent her to a swinger site where I had set her up a profile, and a classified ad theme site devoted to interracial sex. She surfed it briefly, and then she got discouraged and started getting uneasy about how it was worded and I made a new ad for the theme site and sent it in.
I checked the site, looked under the sent mail, and she had picked out a few guys and had emailed them.
I was amazed at this “I don’t want to sound too forward” woman I was married to was emailing black men to discuss their fucking her—while I was gone. She had my encouragement and permission but it was still a big step for her. I clicked on the account the next morning and saw that the night before she had answered emails from several black men, and even went so far as to ask some for phone numbers so she could call them.
She called one man, considered meeting him, and when we talked about it there were some issues about it, some things he said freaked us out, nothing outrageous, but just maybe a little too forward for a first conversation. We followed our gut and let the contact with him drop.
In the intrim neither of her first two lovers could meet, and she was ready for more cock, and it stepped up her intensity of finding someone. We were talking about the excitement of our new lifestyle when she said in the middle of the conversation, “It’s been four months,” she said.
“Well you probably are going to have to find six or so guys so that when you get ready one of them should be available.” She nodded, and smiled that little sly smile of hers that I know she is imagining herself on her back with a big black cock inside her.
Her last encounter had turned her onto a big cock because she said she had loved it, and had rejected one black guy on the swinging site because he was “not big”.
Over the next few days she stepped up her correspondence, and I showed her how to surf the swinger site for photos of potential partners—and she went at it aggressively, spending most of the time that week pursuing hook ups for guys to fuck her. She ended up with one black looking Hispanic guy with plans to meet for drinks. She had told me that she really wanted to get fucked in New Orleans, and we would be spending one night there on a trip and a second night there a few nights later. I was keeping hands off and letting her run with, but I would check the correspondence periodically. I was stunned to discover that she had lined up a different guy for each night.
This third lover would mark an milestone in my opinion, it would mark the point in her life in which she had fucked more black men than white.

Her Second Black Cock

Just for a timeline reference on things, we talked about doing others for years, and she met her first black lover at Mardi Gras and we met him a few weeks later for her first experience. This was in April. She met him for a second time in late May. And then our real lives got in the way and I really was worried about her developing an emotional relationship with Sam, so I resisted another meeting until she had had some more experiences with different guys. I've described most of this in the last few posts.

The following took place in August--and which is really a realistic timeline for us even today. She'd play more if she could but our real lives get in the way.

And if you think I've got total recall to remember the conversation, I can honestly say it is not my imagination or even my recollection. As I've stated several times I video everything, and this is exactly as it really happened.

I left the room to let them talk, and he was very articulate, talked easily, and told her it was his birthday and she could help him celebrate his birthday. I think that was the final straw. She asked where we would meet, I called him and asked, call the Hilton, got a room reserved and called him back, setting it up for 8:30 in the hotel bar that same night.

She was giddy like a school girl getting ready for a date.
Upstairs she showered, shaved her pussy bare, and laid out her clothes to wear, trying on a few things and nothing to revealing. “I don’t want to lead him on in case I decide not to do it.” We had enough time to pack, drive there, shower, change clothes, and gather our thoughts for about 5 minutes before time to go to the bar.

She had done her nails on the drive, and spent the time in the room applying her make-up. Then she dressed in a low cut black warparound dress, a silver neckace, a thong with a rhinestone diamond where the straps met in the back, and strap high heels with the matching rhinestones on the straps. Her long brunette hair was brushed back and loose. She was delectable. On her right ankle she had an ankle chain with a Q and spade on her I had given her on her first black experience.

We went into the bar, had a drink or two, and he walked in. Late 39's, bald, well built in a tight tee shirt and jeans. I didn’t recognize him but he was alone, walked right up to Anna and sat down beside her at the bar. I asked if he was Zeb and he nodded and we shook hands. He ordered a beer, and we moved to a table, where we sat for a while, I would leave to get drinks, and when I got back the second round she was telling him of her fantasy with black men. Later I learned he had asked “What is it that got you wanting black men?”

It was natural but it was out here now, she was fucking a guy preferably because he was black—and he knew—and she knew—and I knew. It had never been mentioned when she was with Sam. Not either time. And now she was telling a black guy sitting here having drinks with us that she wanted to fuck him because he was black, and he answered that he felt the same way about white women, citing that a lot of black women had attitudes in his opinion.

We talked along sexual lines, nothing specific but more “lifestyle” talk, about how she was uncomfortable admitting we were now in the “lifestyle”, and he cautioned us about getting too involved and getting really out of control. We didn’t get into sexual specifics, but she had sat there long enough thinking about fucking him I felt. Finally she said, “I think we need to take this to the room.”

We paid our tabs and as we walked through the lobby she put her arm in his, claiming she needed to be steadied from the drinks. In the room I unlocked it, moved to a chair and they turned to each other began kissing at the end of the bed, not a long kiss, maybe a minute, and as they kissed he unbuckled his pants and slid them down with one hand, guiding her hand to his cock.

I know this is so stereotypical that is sounds fake but it is the truth, he had a long cock. I mean LONG, and it was hard and straight out. Anna wrapped her hand around it, and dropped to her knees. (He later told her it was 9 ½”) She had one fist on top of the other and still had a lot of cock sticking out to suck. She grunted a low guttural grunt when she took him in her mouth and devoured him. She devoured his cock like it was a long stick of chocolate she had been lusting after forever. Maybe in a sense she was.

He slid her straps off her shoulder as she continued to suck his cock, and flipped her nipples with his fingertips, and stood straight up which his cock straight out for her to suck. And suck she did. Moaning and grunting and enjoying his big cock. She sounded like she was cumming as she eagerly sucked him.
She kissed his balls, holding his cock to the side and it extended beyond the back of her head. She sucked him, and put his cock down her throat, Deep throating him as I had never seen her do before, gagging a bit but still putting his cock down her throat.

She was holding the backs of his legs pulling his cock into her, taking it and rubbing it over her nipples, on occasional “OH GOD” moaning from her as he gave soft moans of pleasure himself, with saying “yeah” softly. She was pumping her hand over his cock, looking up at him as she sucked him.

He pulled her hair back and held it behind her head so he could see her mouth on him, also partially guiding her mouth up and down on him.

“I’m going to love fucking you doggie style” he said. He was moaning too, and then she stood up.

“You ready?” she asked as she let the dress fall, she stepped out of it while he pulled his shirt over his head and stepped out of his pants, and he leaned over and stripped her thong off her. They kissed standing, both naked now, her hand on his hard cock and his fingers moving to her soaked pussy, flicking her clit quickly with his fingertips and sliding his fingers inside her.

“Yess, oh yes” he said. I was afraid he was going to slide his cock into her right there.

“Condoms,” I said, breaking my silence.

“You bring’em?” she asked.

Instead he picked up his pants, reached in the front pocket, and lay three foil packs of condoms onto the nightstand. I looked at them—Magnum XL size. When it rolled it down his cock it didn’t reach the bottom of his cock—and he climbed on the bed and rolled to his back, his cock sticking up, and she climbed on behind him, stroking his rubber clad cock. She moved over top of him, positioning her pussy over his cock that he guided up with one hand as she lowered herself slowly onto his cock, sliding his cock into my wife’s wet pussy. She held herself over his cock, bearing her weigh on her thighs with her feet flat on the bed beside him and moved up and down on his cock as he laid there and enjoyed it. She leaned back with him still inside her, placing her hands just above his knees, her feet flat, and slid his cock in and out of her with her pelvic thrusting, grunting an “Ahh” as she did with each down stroke, finally moving off her feet to her knees, now grinding her pussy against him, his long cock all the way inside her, his hands reaching her breasts and pulling on her nipples as the fucked.

She go louder, her grunts mixing with moans in a regular rhythm that matched her movements on his cock.

Her grunts were in Mmmhh, Mmmmmh, Mummmh and she got faster, moving back to her feet flat beside him and pumping up on his cock faster, her moans changing to Ohhh, Ohhhh, Ohhh’s, her long hair waving back and forth, her breasts bouncing wildly, lost in the fucking. She kissed him as she rode his cock, “Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Ahhhh, Ahhh” she was almost shouting, the gasping, back off her feet and grinding on him, leaning back, his hand groping and playing with her breasts mre, goind on like this for looong minutes.

Getting louder and louder and the she slowed, got quieter, and slowed, still with his cock inside her, and she moved off him, rolling to her hands and knees as he moved behind her to fuck her doggy style has he had promised.

Once he got inside her he pumped her fast a stroke or two and slapped her ass, softer the first time. I started to say something, as we hadn’t talked about having her ass slapped, but she said nothingi and he slapped her ass harder. She moaned in pleasure and I leaned back in the char. Then turning almost sideways with his left foot over her right shoulder, fucking her sideways, her ass and pussy up in the air with her shoulders flat on the bed, moving around to fuck her hard, and telling him, “Yess, mmmm, fuck me.” She said it lowered and he slapped her ass again, harder, reaching forward and pulling her hair back as he moved slowing in and out of her pussy, all the way inside her with his long cock, a loud “mmmmh, mmmuh” with each stroke, missed with slaps, and “ohhhh’s” and “Yessss,” She raised back to her hands and he held her ass on him as she ground and moved on his cock without her moving, holding onto her hair with one hand now, holding her hips against him only letting go to slap her ass or lean forward and squeeze her breast, holding onto it hard as she fucked against him, the she slowed and he pumped her, moving her back until his feet were on the floor, their bodies slapping as they rammed against each other.

She buried her head into the pillow so she could scream her muffled, “ooohh GOOood” and as he continued fucking her she begged, “come in my cunt” oohh come in my cunt. Tell me when you’re ready to come in my cunt.”

She came but he didn’t stop, slowing his fucking but never taking it out of her pussy. She moved her feet between her legs like Sam had done her. Slapping her ass every now and then, and she started having another orgasm.

“You like my black cock?” he ask as he fucked her,

“Yess,” and he slapped her ass when she answered, then he moved over her on his feet on the bed, leaning almost over top of her with his cock still buried in her pussy.

“You love my big dick?” he asked.

“Yess, you know I love it,”

SLAP

Oh my God, Oh my God, yesss.” He let his weight down on her pussy, her flat on the bed with her legs spread and his cock still inside her. “Yess, Yess”, she hissed through clenched teeth.

He took her left leg and pulled it up, picking up the pace, then rolling her to her side, one leg up, his cock inside her, one hand on her breast pulling it as she fucked him, “Oh yesss. “ohhh” throatier, “Muuuuh, Ohhhhhh, Ohhhh Yesss” through her teeth.

“Oh yess,” he said, and she answered.

She started building to another orgasm “Ohh fuck me” “I love how you fuck me” she breathed.

“You like my dick?”

“I love your dick,” she gasped.

“Oh yess, she repeated again. Slap.

“Um huh?” he said, pumping her faster.

“Oh God. Fuck me.”


“Um huh?” SLAP
“Oh God that feels so good.” Her ass was red with his handprints from his slapping of her ass. He started pumping her faster, then flattening her on the bed again. Holding one foot up.

“Oh fuck me. Cum in my cunt. Tell me when you’re gonna cum in my cunt”

Then her Muummh, Oh Mummmh Oh SLAP, SLAP, harder SLAP

“Oh cum” all mixing with their Yeahhhs,

You’re so wet,” he moans. Ohhh himself, mixing with her whimpers now.

“Yes.”

“I love it.” She said.

“That dick?”

“I do, I love it.” Slap

Oh yes.” SLAP

Mmmm?” SLAP

He slowed again. “Oh yeah.

“Yeah you do.”

“I do, you know it do. Fuck me. God you’re such a good fuck.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Ohhhhh” she breathed, “Oh yesss.”

I want you to cum, he said. Mmmh huh?

“Yess, you know I love it.”

She screamed as she came, and the she slowed, and stopped. “I need to take a break.”

“You want to rest a minute?”

“Yes, I need to take a break.” He didn’t move, just slowed, still fucking her.

“You know you like it.”

“I do, I do.” She said. “I love your cock in my pussy.”

She sat on the foot of the bed and he sat in the chair, pulling his briefs back on, and they talked for a few minutes about different chit-chat. She was taking her bare foot and running it up and down his leg, and then she fell to her knees in front of him, pulling his cock out the side of his briefs and sucking more, sucking him rock hard again and laying back again for him to keep fucking her.

He’d change position, fuck her for a while, move, fuck her some more, and she started her loud rhythmic cumming and started squirting as he fucked her. He loved it, saying she was on the second woman who had ever done that, and he pulled out for a minute to rest, and the lay on the bed, not cuddling but just beside each other resting.

She said something about trying a new position and I suggested reverse cowgirl, she he said “yeah” and she moved over him and I went to the front side so I could see his cock sliding into her. She was so quick that she had him cock inside her before I could get around and get the camera turned on,. “Shit, I missed it,” I exclaimed.

My wife, facing me, sitting on this guy’s big black cock buried into her pussy, looks me straight in the face and asks, “Want me to do it again?”

I nodded, and she moved off his cock, hovering her pussy over it, positioning it to her pussy with one hand, and lowered her body onto the top of it, rubbing it back and forth and then lowering her body all the way onto it, moving her pelvis around in a circle, and then she simply forgot I was there and began sliding up and down on his cock, leaning back, up and down, fucking like I could only imagine her fucking before, again cumming and sqiriting before finally moving off his cock and laying on the bed beside him.
They lay there for a few minutes and he told her he had another place he had to be, and he pulled his pants on, we shook hands and talked about another time, and he left.

At which point I began to fuck my wife. As I entered her she said, “I’m sore and a little raw from all that fucking, so go easy.”

I smiled and began fucking her myself—the first of four times before morning, which was the first time in years I've had that happen.

Contact with soon to be Lover No. 2

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.

Blog Expectations

We started this blog with the idea that we'd both be on here posting, talking about Anna's hotwifing, and as it has evolved it's me telling what has happened--and Anna is so busy with her job she's checking up to see what I've said from time to time.
I wanted this to be a narrative of how we got to where we are today, because the evolution of it, when we look back at it, seems almost inevitable that we would be where we are now. When I think back on our conversations even in high school they held the implied promise of an more open marriage than most.
Frankly I didn't forsee the bumps along the way, but thanks to being together forever we've survived them--because we were determined to survive them. At times one of us would be more determined to survive than the other, but as a team we're still here.
I am disappointed in the feedback from readers, I expected outside input on our journey in part to deepen our own understand of how this came to be--because when I look back on how we progressed I'm not sure I understand it as much as I recognize the inevitability of it.
I saw another hot wife site in which the couple answer questions about their lifestyle, and we're open to that if anyone wants to take the time. If anyone is reading this for hot photos, you're not going to see a lot of those, as this is not what this blog is about. I've posted a few when I've gone into great detail about a particular instance, and in a sideways way to offer proof that this blog is very real.
So far this narrative covers Anna's journey from our dating in high school until the point a couple of years ago when she went black for the first time. When we get to the present we will be posting as things happen--which is not weekly as we've posted here. Real life doesn't work that way.
If you want to go back a couple of posts and look at the three photo sequence--I do have something to post that happened last night. Tonight we are meeting what looks to be her ninth new partner, her eighth black lover. (Of course she's had repeats with most of her friends).
As we talked about it last night, she readily admits now that she is a slut for black cock, not a submissive, but someone that has opened herself to the fact that she loves fucking black guys. (Not to the exclusion of couples or a white guy by the way--but in an all things equal circumstance she's going for the black guy). So with me inside her, talking about the upcoming night (tonight), feeling her soak herself at the subject matter--which I love to feel, I asked her, "When did you first become a black cock slut?"
Her answer, "When I was a sophomore in high school." One black friend who played in my band that she was particularly interested in. She had a slutty friend who was known to be easy, and at one of our band practices she showed up with him, and later the rumor got out that they were fucking. In our small town at the time it was a gossip item for a few weeks among the high school girls. "I was envious," my wife said. "I wanted him."
Not content to leave it there I pursued it. "When did you officially become a black cock slut?" I asked. "The moment that Sam went inside me, I knew it at that moment," she said.
So tonight we take another step in the enjoyment of that revelation.
Your comments, questions, are appreciated.

The Morning After

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

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

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