The Big Easy!!

OK, next update for my journey in the HW lifestyle. I’ve already documented my first foray into the lifestyle. A totally unexpected event. The second event was the first planned event for me. But as with any journey, there were some unexpected occurrences. OK, so a few months after my first time (Orlando), I discovered a phenomenon known as Yahoo groups. While perusing these groups I noticed a number of them had a distinct personals theme—that is couples and singles used them as advertisements to meet people for all sorts of encounters. Well, I had a trip to New Orleans scheduled about 6 months from then so I searched and found a New Orleans based Yahoo group that was centered on a famed swinger club there. I joined the group and kept up with the messages on a regular basis. At the time, I was a bit tentative when it came to contacting couples—unsure how to approach without offending. I’ve learned over the years however, if you just be yourself and respectful, most couples are at least amenable to reading and responding—provided you don’t already fall into one of their preferred categories. So while perusing one day, I came across an interesting post-one that later opened my eyes to another facet of the HW lifestyle—interracial desires. We’ve seen this explode in the adult video industry to the point where objectification has occurred as it’s mainly portrayed as a white couple with a less than capable husband and the big black strong and powerful black male. As we know, nothing could be further from the truth as most white couples I’ve met aren’t anywhere in this area. They simply have a preference that is defined by the wife having fun with men of color. Nothing more, nothing less.

Back to the post. They were a couple in the area, looking for their (I should say her) first experience with a black male. Their post intrigued me because they were specific in one other area—they wanted to do this with someone not local. They had tried the swinger club route, but didn’t find any guys that met their standard. So I decided to contact them—not expecting them to respond. Well, what transpired was a three-month long get to know you email conversation with all three of us. We each discovered our likes and dislikes and found them to be a match. This culminated in the agreement to meet on my trip to New Orleans that Spring. Fast forward to that eventful day, my hotel check-in experience, thinking back, foreshadowed a greet meeting. Twice during check-in, the hotel had issues with my room and they eventually upgraded me to a full suite (no extra charge). So after a dinner meeting, I called them to let them know the meeting was still on—a very important item that should happen for every meeting. Nothing worse than being stood up with no communication whatsoever. We met at a nearby hotel—a very good looking couple. She was a little older than he, petite, red hair and, and wearing black slacks and fitted blouse, black strap sandals and polished finger and toenails (a theme you will see throughout my hotwife adventures).He was muscular and athletic. We discussed how all got into the lifestyle and reiterated their desire for a black man for her..  Well, after a drink and more talking, they decided they wished to take the night further—and I agreed. So we walked to my hotel and up to my room. I told them about my check-in experience so they knew we were going to a suite.

Everyone got comfortable and the evening took off from there. The usual fun stuff happened, so I won’t go into t oo many details—I know how us voyeuristic guys want to hear all the details. However, ladies may be reading this and some of that doesn’t interest them. They are more concerned with how satisfied the wife is in the tryst. He was the type of husband who liked to watch some, get involved some and then watch some more. It started out with him watching and ended with him watching, but he was quite involved throughout—making certain she was receiving maximum pleasure. This is what I think all true HW couples look for—the wife receiving maximum pleasure.  I will provide one detail of the evening that I remember to this day—she commented during the fun, “I hope this feels as good to you as it does to me.” And I had to say it did. A great night had by all. Unfortunately, we never were able to connect again on subsequent trips to New Orleans. C’est la vie I guess, but for that night, I satisfied a couple’s fantasy.