A return to blogging, and how our world turned black (in a good way)

So, it’s been a while since our last post (actually 880 days!) We stepped away from blogging for a variety of reasons, certainly not reflecting a change in our lifestyle which remains just as naughty as usual of course, but from the perspective of frustration at the lack of interest these articles seem to garner.

Naturally, we do this for us, and hope that our musings are both interesting and useful to those curious about the Hotwife/Queen of Spades lifestyles, but undeniably we like to see at least a vague level of engagement in the form of likes and comments when we publish an article on Twitter/X – everyone likes that little dopamine hit from a sign of appreciation, and we’d be lying if we said that didn’t include us. The Twitter algorithm is the subject of incredible frustration to both of us, particularly when we know full well the materials we produce and publish are of significantly higher quality than the mean, but more often than not sadly fail to translate into meaningful or significant engagement.

Anyhow, we digress. A couple of weeks ago we decided to have a go at NGL (Not Gonna Lie) as an anonymous forum for interested parties to ask us questions; in the space of 24 hours we received and answered 145 questions, a number of which asked when we would start blogging again.

Spurred on by this, a few days later we ran a specific NGL Q&A asking for blog suggestions and received around twelve suggestions, one of which we shot down in flames immediately for obvious reasons as it was someone projecting their fantasy concept of our lifestyle back at us without even reading our 160-character bio). The one that caught our eye as a gentle and pertinent step back into writing actually required the use of Google Translate to make sure we captured the full question as it was asked in Spanish:

“We’d like to know when she became addicted to the BBC”

Thank you sincerely to whoever submitted that suggestion, my craving and addiction for black lovers is obviously no secret and is indeed something we love to talk about to anyone interested, both in person at events and on Twitter – as such this is a relatively easy and pleasurable topic to explore in more detail.

The photograph above what we posted to accompany the NGL question actually depicts the very first time that I took a black cock in my mouth as a hotwife; being precise, this happened at 22:53 on 16th November 2019, so if we were aiming for a short article today then that pretty much answers the question!

Luckily for those five or so people that will read this article (and the one of those who might give it a like – excuse our realism/sarcasm!), we’d like to write a fair bit more on the topic and include photos and videos. Both of us have been working on this as Chris types over the past few days, so we will interchange between our perspectives fluidly.

So, let’s wind this back a little; at the start of our swinging journey, it was me (Chris) who arranged all of Hannah’s dates at her request – baby steps if you will, but also there’s a high element of trust in our relationship and she knew that she’d be in safe hands with whoever I had chosen and vetted, plus there’s a mild element of submission in her psyche in that she could disassociate thoughts of being naughty if I told her what she would be doing; as such, I was the one who pre-filtered Fab messages and profiles. 

The November 2019 date in question came a few months after our first ever threesome as a married couple, which had been with a white guy. He was lovely, and whilst the sex was far from earth shattering, it was the perfect introduction into opening up our marriage (and my darling, slutty wife opening her legs!) At Hannah’s request, she had been blindfolded throughout, both to heighten her senses but also to offer a degree of mystery to the event – apart from in photographs and videos after the event, she knew she’d never actually see the guy who joined us and that was more than a little exciting! Anyhow, after that first encounter, Hannah expressed that she definitely wanted to experience a threesome again, so I started to hunt for something quite specific for her second blindfolded threesome experience…

When we first got together in the early 2000’s, Hannah had told me about a black boyfriend she had whilst working in the US a number of years before; the overarching thing that stuck in my mind as we talked about him was that she’d said:

“…he was hung like a donkey”

From that day forward, the image of Hannah fucking a black guy was one of my number one fantasies, the contrast between her pale white skin and a gorgeous black cock was electric to think about, but until mid to late 2019 I never thought it would become a reality.

So, when we’d managed to sort a suitable date and childcare for the evening, I had a firm idea in my mind about what kind of guy I was going to be looking for to join us for our second ever threesome – he had to be black, and he had to be a big boy! With the first date, I had shared quite a lot of details during the planning stage with Hannah, but I wanted this to be ultra special so kept the finer details from her.

The 16th November arrived, and we’ll skip to around 7 pm with a precis of Chris helping me get ready. The guy was due to arrive at 9 pm so we’d left plenty of time for this, and a nice build up with Champagne and music. As is now standard for most dates, after my shower Chris helped make sure I was completely smooth shaven front and back, and did my nails as I had a look on Fab on my phone – at this stage I still had no idea who would be fucking me later that evening (apart from Chris of course!) but it was nice to window shop and indulge in a little fantasy.

As this was before I even knew what a Queen of Spades was, and I was certainly unaware that a black guy would be my date for the night, my pussy was completely bare and untattooed – I had no idea of the concept of a QOS tattoo and wouldn’t wear one until early January 2020, consequently that particular date was the very first time a black guy came inside me, but that’s for another blog post!

The outfit we’d chosen together was fairly simple and certainly less slutty than a lot of my more recent wardrobe – think a classy date, but with the knowledge it was a certainty that naughtiness would happen.  Stockings, my tried and tested Primark hooped holdups that they’ve sadly now discontinued (we still have about twenty new pairs in the drawer thankfully), were paired with a teal pair of Victoria’s Secret shine strap panties; heels, two anklets and a party dress almost completed the look, with my diamante  “Hannah” collar and a blindfold to follow just before he arrived.

After chilling out with more Champagne, we started to have our very first experience of BMT, aka “Black Man’s Time”. I (Chris) was in text communications with the guy, and rather than arriving at 9 pm as we’d arranged, this was going to be more like 10 pm – this was frustrating at the time, but the eager anticipation and excitement of the second ever time to see my gorgeous wife fucked by another man carried us both through. We’re now BMT experts of course, after countless subsequent experiences!

As the time ticked on, there were thankfully no doubts that he was going to turn up as he kept me well informed, but as a couple who are normally in bed before 10 pm we were wishing he’d arrive soon.

At 10:35 pm I received the text that he’d arrived and would make his way up to our room; the hotel lacked the constraint of keycard controlled lifts, so we knew there’d soon be a knock at the door. Hannah and I exchanged a deep embrace and I then carefully fitted her collar and blindfold. Time for a few last sips of Champagne to calm her nervous excitement and then this final shot of my “innocent” blossoming hotwife at 22:36!

I’ll take over now, as this is really about my genesis as a black-exclusive hotwife, although in my blindfolded state I was the only one of three in the room that didn’t know that the guy who was about to pleasure me was black!

Very little was spoken once he entered the room and I was relieved of my dress within minutes of him arriving – the photo below is timestamped 22:42, so only six minutes after the previous image the action was starting. As with now, we rarely subscribe to the plastic swinging philosophy that “it’s all about the social aspect” – we do this to fuck, plain and simple!

I could feel that my lover for the night was in very good physical shape as we ran our hands over each other, and felt confident that Chris had chosen well. He suggested we start with a massage, so I was lead to the bed and he began to work on my back with plenty of oil.

Soon enough, his fingers began to wander into my now moist panties and he began to pleasure me; simultaneously I reached for his cock and could immediately tell that he was a big boy (another tick for Chris on the selection front). The video below captures the very moment, at 22:52, I unknowingly handled my second ever black cock and all I could think of was that I wanted to have a taste.

Within seconds, that taste became possible, and I took his gorgeous cock into my mouth for the first time. He was clearly aroused, and I could taste his delicious pre-cum as I tried to engulf him with my mouth, but of course he was too large for my burgeoning skills at that time.

All I could think about in my sensory-deprived state was “will it fit inside me?”, as my mind flashed back to the black boyfriend from so many years ago who was the largest I’d ever had. I think at this moment I was all but certain tonight’s mystery lover was black, purely from the stereotype on penis size, but Chris hadn’t mentioned anything other than the fact he was sure I’d be happy, and my trust in him was (as always) total and implicit.

Whilst neither of us could have known at that stage, this video and the photograph we shared at the start of this article was, to the exact second, the moment I became addicted to BBC. Again, we could stop the article here, but will share a little more seeing as we’re feeling nice!

From that first taste at 22:42, more massaging, finger teasing and gorging on his cock occurred before another first as a hotwife came at 23:02 when I mounted him and started to feed his girth into my eager pussy; it took a generous amount of lube, a little bit of persuasion and getting the angle just right, but soon enough my unfounded fears of not being able to accommodate him evaporated as I sank down on his length.

What followed was a glorious hour and a bit of absolute pleasure as I was well and truly fucked and stretched out in multiple positions by this mystery lover who I found out later was only just over half my own age 😈

We started in my favourite cowgirl position, with my favourite WeVibe Tango bullet vibe (hence the Ride and Vibe moniker for those who didn’t already know) which is always guaranteed to bring me to countless orgasms.

I was then thrown like a ragdoll into doggy so he could pound me fast and deep, then placed in missionary with my stiletto heels above my ankles as his monster cock slid cervix-deep into my core.

This, and I mean THIS, is what hotwifing is all about, and was a complete step change from our first experience only a few months before.

I was feeling guilty that, whilst I’d reached climax at least a dozen times, my lover had held off from his release. He was starting to fatigue a little, and we were both bathed in sweat, so we took a little break. At this time I asked Chris if I was allowed to remove my blindfold as this was certainly not helping keep me cool! As my eyes adjusted to the light, it was an extremely pleasant surprise (but not too unexpected) to see that he was an utterly gorgeous black guy – Chris had indeed chosen well, and if it were even possible, I became more turned on with the thoughts of what this stud had just done to me.

Back to Chris, for this final bit…

I felt incredibly privileged to watch this incredible scene unfold over the past hour or so, and indeed to have captured it in photos and videos for our own posterity. The utter delight on Hannah’s face as she enjoyed her lover’s long, girthy cock and the beautiful contrast of his dark skin against her delicate porcelain complexion was a true sight to behold and everything I’d ever hoped for and more from watching IR porn over the years – seeing this happen right in front of your own eyes for the first time to someone you love so dearly is almost beyond description, and I already knew I wanted to see it again (and again, and again). If you asked me when I first got addicted to seeing Hannah with black guys, the answer would be the same as we wrote towards the start of this piece.

Now able to see, Hannah resumed her expert oral ministrations on her new lover, finally taking his cum in her mouth as his fingers further explored her satisfied but sore pussy – sadly I didn’t catch this in either photos or videos, but it’s carved into my brain as one of so many special sights that night. The sight of her gorgeously smooth cunt, that had experienced an utterly game-changing experience, still slick with lube and desire, was yet another sight to behold.

They cuddled for a while, but he had to leave by midnight (perhaps he would turn into a pumpkin?!) so we were once again alone, but we both knew something utterly magical had happened.  As we gently made love, we revelled in talking about what had happened over the past hour and a half or so, then fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The next day, as we chilled on the sofa watching a movie, another utterly magical moment happened.  Hannah said to me:

“You know, I think moving forward I’d be happy to only meet black guys if that’s okay?”

I didn’t need to think – you all know the answer!

A Queen of Spades was born, and we’ve never looked back.

Thank you for reading, lots of love, Hannah and Chris XX💋