Here’s an interracial swinger story that’s a little different. A white couple hook up with a black couple and swap.
MARITAL BLISS
It had gotten a little stale. Ten years, ten really good years in all honesty, but the bloom was a little bit off the rose. Too much work, too many family obligations, too much everything left too little time for bedroom frolicking. We had a tendency to give each other a peck on the cheek and collapse from exhaustion at the end of the day.
My wife is a beautiful woman. A real head turner. In the beginning, I thought she was way to good for me, but for some odd reason, the woman loves me. And I love her. Which is why, a few fantasies to the contrary, an affair was out of the question.
I’d admit I flirted. I didn’t really want to do anything, I just wanted to find out if I still had what it took to get a woman. I found out I did, but backed down every time.
One night, in one of those bourbon induced fits of self-pity I get occasionally, I confided to an old friend about how stale my marriage had gotten and how afraid I was. He gave me a manly pat on the back.
“Mine was like that, too,” he said.
He looked like a man about to give advice. I didn’t want advice, I just wanted to bitch.
He smiled.
“Then we started swinging.”
Bourbon went up my nose and cleaned out my sinuses. When I finished blowing my nose and coughing, I looked at him.
“You’re a…what?”
“Swinger,” he said cheerfully. “We joined a swinger’s club. No perverts here, just married couples who want to spice it up a bit. It put the zip back in the old marriage machine, I’ll tell you. Even when we have sex at home, just the two of us, it’s better. I really thing swinging saved our marriage.”
He explained how the club worked, and I listened. I didn’t really think I’d do anything about it, and I knew I’d never tell Janice about it, but I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I kept picturing another man fucking my wife, and it turned me on. I imagined fucking another woman with Janice watching me, and that turned me on.
Two weeks later, the invitation arrived in the mail. It looked just like any other dinner invitation, maybe a little classier than most. It had my friend’s name written in the blank “recommended by.” Included with the invitation was a printed list of rules. Couples only. No meeting anyone outside club meetings. And on and on.
I wanted to just toss it, but I couldn’t. I also couldn’t bring myself to tell Janice about it. I don’t know what Freudian slip made me leave it in the pocket of my suit jacket, but of course, Janice found it when she checked the pockets when she took the suit to the cleaners.
She asked me about it, and I told her. The whole thing, from start to finish. My friend, what he’d said, what this was.
She tilted her head and regarded me.
“Do you want to go?” she asked quietly.
I don’t like questions when I don’t know what the right answer is.
“Do you want to go?” I echoed at her.
She thought for a minute, then sighed.
“Am I sexy enough to go?”
I blinked.
“What are you nuts? Of course you are. You’re gorgeous and you’ve got the same body that you had when I met you.”
She smiled at me with tears in her eyes.
“You haven’t said anything like that to me in so long.”
Well, shit. I’d sure thought it enough. We fucked on the bedroom floor that night, then lay there discussing the invitation. What the hell, we decided. If we didn’t like it, we could get the hell out.
Janice pulled out all the stops getting dressed that night. I don’t think she’d opened her bottom bureau drawer in years, but that was where all the sexy lingerie lived. She had on thong panties that tied, a black lace garter belt, black seamed stockings, and a black lace shelf bra that she had to cut the tags from, as she’d never worn it. Over it all went a “simple black dress” with a plunging neckline and high hemline. She’d purchased new shoes, black four inch heels, and had to practice walking in them. Her makeup was a little heavier than she usually wore, and she’d done something to her hair that made it big and fluffy.
My cock was so hard just looking at her.
I felt underdressed in my suit, but she assured me I was fine.
A nice gentleman, also dressed in a suit, greeted us at the door and requested our invitations. I handed it over, and we walked in a cocktail party. Lots of perfectly ordinary, normal people, holding drinks, and discussing everything from current events to the stock exchange. Janice and I got drinks and fell into a conversation with a nice black couple.
They were both educated professionals. He was Ty, short for Tyrone, which wasn’t his choice, he said smiling. She was Latisha, which was her choice, she said with an equal smile. That seemed to be their opening gambit, intended to set us at ease, which it did.
She was beyond gorgeous. Smoothe, silky ebony skin. Short, curly black hair. Huge brown eyes, full lips painted red. Fantastic body underneath a flowing African print caftan. I didn’t think she had anything underneath that caftan except that incredible body, either. She was intelligent and funny and thoroughly captivating.
Ty had the build of a tight end. He was wearing a sport coat over a tight t-shirt, and his rippling abs were visible. He, too, had short, curly black hair, full lips, and perfect teeth. He smiled a lot, touching Janice gently on the arm as he spoke to her.
He was getting her used to a black hand on her white arm, I thought. Judging from her thrusting nipples, she wasn’t opposed to the idea.
The four of us went over to a darkened corner to sit on a couch together. We talked some more, had a few canapes, and a few more drinks. The lights dimmed suddenly, and the real action of the night began.
We sat for a time watching couples pair off, foursomes get together, and in general, a whole lot of people become naked and begin to fuck.
Latisha slid out of her caftan, and I had been correct. Nothing underneath but that fabulous ebony body. Ty stroked her, and smiled at me. I took that for permission, so I put my glass down, reached for Latisha, and kissed her. She sucked my tongue as her fingers worked at my clothes.
I thought for a second she’d grown a second pair of hands, then I realized that Janice was helping her strip me naked. Latisha mounted me, slid my cock into her tight wet pussy and began to rock her hips. I held on to her hips, lying back a little and letting her fuck me.
I looked sideways and my naked wife was on her knees attempting to get Ty’s huge black cock into her mouth. She sucked it lustily, both hands working the shaft while he ran his fingers through her hair. I’d never seen my wife with a cock in her mouth - other than mine - before. It turned me on more than I could have imagined it could. Latisha clenched her pussy muscles on me and fucked me harder.
“Watch her suck that black cock,” she whispered. “See if she can take every inch of that big thing.”
Oh, my God, I thought I was going to lose it right then. I held on, gripping Latisha’s hips, rubbing her round ass, my eyes unable to leave the sight of my wife sucking ebony cock. Such a fucking huge ebony cock.
She couldn’t take it all in her mouth, of course. Ty maneuvered her so that she was on her knees on the couch beside me, holding on to the back, and slid his big cock into her pussy. She gasped, then shoved her little white ass back at him. His hands were so big on her hips.
He stroked her fast and deep. Janice had her eyes closed, head thrown back, and began to moan. I’d never heard her make this much noise during sex before. She began to cum, so long and loud it was incredible. Ty stroked faster.
I think we both pumped cum into each other’s wives at the same time, but it was difficult to tell with all the howling going on in that room. I felt Latisha cum again, milking my cock, and I heard Janice let go with a string of obscenities. A lot of other people were cumming, too.
When I got my eyes open, I realized that we’d gained an approving audience. Two people were masturbating watching us.
Ty carried Janice over to the host, who just loved sloppy seconds, and he fucked her on the floor while she went wild.
I got my cock sucked by our plump and cheerful hostess, who sucked cock like she’d invented it. I came screaming.
Nothing about our sex life is boring anymore. When we’re alone, we have great sex. And every once in a while, we get a lovely invitation in the mail.
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