Things turning

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

New Guy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her First Interracial Date

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

More plans

A few Days later

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

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

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



And the day following:

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

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

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



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

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



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

"Why?" I asked.

"You know why."

"Say it."

"I want to meet him?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

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

Yes I am."

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

Being Shown Off fantasy

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

September, days later

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

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

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

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

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

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".

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.

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.