Authors note: If you are not familiar with Christina's story I would suggest that you read chapters one through three of Becoming a Slut Wife: Christina before you read this story. As in chapter three I am simply going to take our e-mail exchange and present it. Again, as I admitted at the beginning of chapter three, the woman "owns" me and it will come through loud and clear in my e-mails to her. I do hope that my lust for the lady will not detract from her story.
A brief introduction is in order before beginning this chapter. I made mention in one of my e-mails that I might be out of touch for several weeks because of my hobby. I am a Civil War history buff and a Civil War reenactor. I favor the Southern side, mostly because my ancestors on my mother's side of the family fought for the South. A professor at a local college looking for a way to spice up his lectures on the Civil War asked the local reenactment community for volunteers to give presentations to his classes and in a moment of weakness I raised my hand. This led to an ongoing stint as a guest speaker whenever the history department offered classes on the Civil War era. We pick up Christina's story at that point.
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From: Just Plain Bob
To: Christina
Sent: Monday, August 28, 2006 7:41 PM
Subject: You
Not working today and the weather is great outside so even though the wife is at work I won't be able to spend as much time on the computer as I would like - too much yard work I'm behind on.
There has to be a BASW_you_4. In BASW_you_2 you gave an indirect promise to your fans that you would be back. I refer to your telling Steve that you only get wild and crazy at Christmas time and that if he were around for next Christmas......?
I've already started the re-write on BASW_you_3. Hope to have it done and to you for review sometime this week.
I've taken your advice and done two endings for "The Runaways." I can think of a half a dozen more but don't want to take the effort.
The weeds are calling, talk to you later.
Love,
Bob
From: Christina
To: Just Plain Bob
Sent: Tuesday, August 29, 2006 11:00 AM
Subject: If the CSA won?
Before I forget...
When you discussed your guest speaker schedule you mentioned that part of your presentation was that we would have been better off if the South had won. As an ex-History major I'm curious - what do you envision as the general outcome of a CSA win? Don't worry; I'm not giving you a homework assignment! Just a few sentences will do to give me something to think about.
Oh, and by the way, if I were in your class I'd sit up front in a mini and NO PANTIES! And I'd make sure you could see my hard nipples through my top. That wouldn't distract you, Professor, would it? Hey, I'm always willing to earn a little extra credit.
P. S. - Steve no longer works at my company.
Yours,
Chris
To: Christina
August 30, 2006
Long day at work. For a change nothing broke down, but the paper shipment did not arrive at 6 AM like it was supposed to. No paper and the press stands idle. Then comes the mad rush to play catch up when the paper does arrive.
I maintain that the Civil War was not fought over slavery, but for preserving the Union on the Northern side and in defense of States Rights on the Southern side. With McCormick's reapers and other mechanical farming inventions coming on the scene slavery would not have been economically viable much later than the early 1870's. When I state that we would be better off if the South had won I'm talking from a States Rights perspective. Take a look at the Federal Governments involvement in every aspect of your daily life and tell me that I'm wrong. I don't deny that the government does have a legitimate role to play, but NOT to the extent we see today.
No one could possibly predict what today would be like had the South won, but it very well could still be the United States of America only with a different set of political realities.
What has that got to do with fucking? Getting any lately? (I know, I'm bad, sorry).
Bob
From: Chris
August 31, 2006
I get what you are saying about States Rights....but what that means is that Virginia and South Carolina would still be fighting over who is the first among equals.
And, you're right...it has absolutely NOTHING to do with fucking! Forgive me for getting us off topic.
I've been reading your interracial stories. Interesting. I dated a couple of black guys in college. More important than cock size (and one of them WAS larger than normal) was all the baggage they brought with them - it was like they could never figure out who they were, or what they wanted to be. When they got with their friends they were totally different than the guy I thought I was dating. They adopted another persona. Then they would change again if they were the only Black in the crowd - another persona. It took all the fun out of going out with them because you never knew who you were with. Just another college guy? A militant? A homie? A rapper? A gangsta? Also - from personal experience - Black coeds did NOT like Black guys dating white girls and they made their feelings very obvious.
What has that got to do with anything? Well...there's this Black guy who works in our building on a different floor and he has been hitting on me. He is kind of cute - if you like bald heads.
Yours, Chris
From: Chris
September 2, 2006
Last night was First Friday and six of us girls went to the grand opening of a club. I do so love how an unattached female attracts attention. I bought my first drink, but that was the only one I bought. I spent three hours in the place and I don't believe thirty minutes was spent sitting at our table. I was kept out on the dance floor. By nine all the other girls had gone home and I was sitting in a booth with two very hunky guys and they had their hands all over me. When they asked me to go with them "to get some fresh air" I got up and willing went out to the parking lot with them. We were in the back seat, my blouse was unbuttoned and my panties were hanging from my left ankle when a police car pulled into the lot and started shining their spotlight on the parked cars. That cooled things off in a hurry so the three of us went back into the lounge. The boys tried to get me back outside when the cops were gone, but the mood had been ruined for me. When I got home and told hubby the story he wasn't very happy with me. He thinks I should have gone back out with them.
After our little man's bath hubby and I are planning a quiet night in -- reading our books and listening to the rain. (and if he behaves maybe I'll tell him some stories from my past).
The cute bald headed Black guy? Hubby and I have had hundreds of conversations over the years along the lines of "What if?" What would you do? What would you want me to do? How far would you go? How far would you like me to go? Etc. So what does it all mean? I don't know.
Yours, Chris
From: JPB
September 3, 2006
Did you review my re-write of BASW_you_3? I'm thinking of grouping all of the stories and calling them The Christina Chronicles. Or how about The Continuing Adventures of My Favorite Slut Wife? You are, you know.
Yours (God, don't I ever wish)
Bob
From: Chris
September 6, 2006
Yes, I reviewed BASW_C3 and I don't see anything that needs to change. After reading it I think I've been more than a little bit boring lately and I am falling below the bar I set for myself over the last two years. Hubby is in complete agreement and I guess you are too.
That's it! I'm just going to have to go out and slut myself to keep my favorite two men happy. Now, let me see what this mind of mine can come up with.
I vote for "The Continuing Saga of My Favorite Slut Wife." I do like that title for myself - now I just have to go out and earn it.
Love, Chris
From: JPB
September 8, 2006
Don't forget that for the next two weeks my contact will be sporadic as I will be standing in a classroom spouting politically incorrect things to impressionable young minds (I wonder what their faces would look like if in the middle of my spiel I started reading them BASW_you_1).
Love, Bob
From: Chris
September 10, 2006
I will miss you as you are checking out all those loose, sexy coeds! Do I see a JPB tale set on campus in the near future?
While you are flirting with the young skirts my week will be the same-old, same-old...you know...sign on, read email. Coffee break. Get called to the executive conference room, lift my skirt, drop my panties, bend over the table and get taken by the executives, one after another. Salad for lunch. Keep the contractors happy with blow jobs at their desks. Spank the bad employees. Heavy traffic on the ride home. Just another day in the salt mines of corporate America.
Gee, where did that come from??? Just feeling in a funny mood. Hope to hear from you soon, but if I don't, I understand.
Love, Chris
From: JPB
September 10, 2006
OH God, it just hit me! You have given me another story. Wife comes home from work, hubby says, "How did your day go?" and wife says just what you said, "Oh, my day was the same old..." only THAT IS JUST WHAT HER DAY WAS LIKE and hubby just chuckles and says, "Yes dear, nice to know you still have a sense of humor after a long hard day." I can see the possibilities now. We make a hell of a team Love. So far you have given me three Christina's, The Early Years, Pillow Talk and now this. I'm all aflutter.
Bob
From: Chris
September 11, 2006
Wow! Very cool! Can't wait to read it. Oh, and don't forget (for hubby's sake) Bachelor Party Pub Crawl.
P.S. - You being "all aflutter" sounds like something I'd like to see.
