This is the completely true story of our first ever visit to a swingers club and how it led to my wife’s first interracial experience. I’ve stayed true to the events and emotions, so that the reader can immerse themselves and feel what it REALLY feels like to experience the wild world of swinging. All the characters are real, so join me into the dark erotic world of swinging.
Let me introduce myself, my name’s Rick. It was a whirlwind courtship. I was chatting her mate up in the bar, she stood there looking quite plain, not saying a word. Her friend had a lot to say for herself, and I being me, was egging her on. Then she blurted it out, “My mate has fancied you for six months.”
I looked at her friend as she blushed. “Who? Her?” I said dismissively.
The quiet girl fixed my dismissive look with her blue eyes and said, “It’s not HER! It’s Chrissie, Okay!”
“Oh you can speak then,” I laughed back. “My name’s Rick and yours is…?
“It’s Christine but you can call me Chrissie, not that you care,” she snapped back.
I hadn’t really noticed her to be honest. ‘Nothing special,’ I thought to myself, ‘although there is something intriguing about you so let’s go with it and see where it leads.’ Well, that night I went home to Chrissie’s place. Six months later we were married.
Before that eventful night I had just come out of a stormy, but very passionate, relationship with a girl sixteen years younger than I. It was a brief but eventful relationship, almost totally based on wild sex. Problem was, out of the bedroom it was a constant round of arguments because of her almost obsessive jealousy. In the end I just couldn’t take any more, so I ended it. Problem was, she was the most sexually aware and active woman I had met.
When I met her I thought I knew women and how their minds worked - well she taught me different. There wasn’t much we didn’t do together. The sex was mind blowing. We often used to fantasise about swinging but neither of us wanted to share. Now here I was, a year later, yearning for the sex I used to have all the time. Don’t get me wrong it was good sex with Chrissie, but slightly repetitive. I just couldn’t forget the wild nights (and days) I used to share with my wild, mad ex.
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One night after a lot to drink, we were in bed and while we were having sex I started to whisper in Chrissie’s ear about swinging and suggesting what it would be like. I could tell she was turned on, but then I know most people fantasise about it at some time and it has the same effect. The following day I decided to raise it with her and said I knew a club we could go to. (I knew of it from years ago when it opened, but never went.) She thought I was joking, and if I’m honest, at the time I think I was, but something just took over and I said, “No really, let’s do it.” To my surprise, she said “ok”.
Well, by eight that night we were driving to the club that I’d heard of ten years ago (and didn’t even know if it was still there). Before we had set off, Chrissie had put a small travel case in the trunk which she had packed herself.
“What’s in the case you put in the trunk, Chrissie?”
“Well, if this club we are driving to actually does exist, I’m assuming that I’ll need something nice to wear when we are there.”
“Something sexy I hope?”
“You’ll have to wait and see, won’t you?”
As she spoke I glanced across quickly and noticed her cheeks were slightly flushed and she seemed slightly nervous.
As we pulled up outside I could see it was still open and looked really busy with people going in. Chrissie said, “So you weren’t joking then,” to which I replied, “I suppose I wasn’t.”
As we got out of the car and made our way to the club entrance I noticed how her earlier nervousness seemed to have been replaced by an air of anticipation, maybe even a slight eagerness.
I was the one with the nerves, but having come this far I wasn’t going to back away now.
So in we went. We paid our membership and entrance fee and waited in the reception area. Chrissie and I stood waiting, wondering what the night would hold for us both.
A door swung open and in walked a woman in her mid-20s, long blonde hair, big baby blue eyes, and a figure to die for tightly packed into a black leather cat suit that barely held in her huge breasts. She must have stood six-feet in her killer heels.
“Hi. I’m Zoey. I’m the manageress,” she said with a soft but very firm tone.
I noticed how bright her red gloss lipstick was and how it contrasted against her pale white complexion. “As it’s your first time I’ll show you through the club up to the changing rooms. Don’t be nervous, we are all friends in here.” She smiled a smile that would give any man a hard on from fifty yards away.
’Fuck!’ I thought, ‘if all the women are like that in here, I’m in for a great night.’
“Please follow me,” she said as she held the door open and beckoned us in.
We followed Zoey as she walked into the club. Straight away the hairs stood up on the back of my neck. We had entered the club in a bar and dance floor area, the music wasn’t too loud to drown out the sound of people talking and laughing together. The lighting was soft and low and the smell of heavy perfume and cologne filled the air. Once my eyes got used to the dim lighting, I could see the place was packed with men and women, both couples and singles of all shapes and sizes, all ages, in different states of dress, semi undress, or wearing sexy outfits. All the old excitement came rushing back from before.
‘So it wasn’t just my ex then after all, there are loads of people like her,’ I thought excitedly. To say it was a buzz is the understatement of my life.
After walking through the dance floor area, Zoey led us up a short flight of stairs and into the changing rooms. She turned to Chrissie.
“Here is your locker key. You are number 99, you can change in here. If there’s anything more you need or want, I’ll be working behind the bar tonight.” With that she turned and left us to get changed.
Chrissie opened the travel case and handed me a pair of white sports shorts she had packed for me.
“There you go,” she said. “I like you in these, nice and tight and show off your arse nicely.”
“Thanks, so what have you got to wear then?” I said sarcastically, thinking I was about to see something not very exciting. With that she pulled a Red PVC nurses tunic with a zip up front from the bag. She also had matching red high heels with white fishnet stockings. The whole outfit was topped off with a nurse’s hat and a small red satin G-string.
“Will this do, then” she laughed as she started to put it on. I noticed how confident she seemed to have suddenly become.
Two other couples came in to the changing rooms while we were getting dressed. One of the women looked over to Chrissie and said, “Love the outfit, you look really hot in that.” Her husband (well I assume it was her husband?) nodded in agreement.
“Yeah, I’ve always loved PVC and you can give me a bed bath anytime you like Nurse,” he said loudly.
A strange feeling swept over me. It was the first time I had heard another guy making such blatantly sexual comments to my wife, and I felt strangely turned on but slightly jealous at the same time. Maybe it was his comments that did it, but I looked at Chrissie properly for the first time in ages and thought, ’yes, they are right; you DO look hot in that outfit.’
Now we were both dressed, we decided the best thing to do was to go to the bar area where Zoey told us she would be working. That way at least we knew there would be someone there we knew, and we could have a calming drink and “find our feet” before exploring the club properly.
We walked around the dance floor to get to the crowded bar area. As we walked past I noticed a group of people standing around something happening on the dance floor.
I said to Chrissie, “What’s that, shall we take a look?”
She didn’t need me to ask and was already standing on tiptoes trying to see over the people. Chrissie is quite tall and with her stretching like that, her long legs seemed to have grown and her PVC tunic rode up, showing her round arse cheeks split by the red satin G-string. As she stretched up she put her hand on a guy’s shoulder to steady her, and immediately his hand moved slowly down her back and started stroking her arse slowly but firmly through the PVC.
Out of instinct I moved quickly behind her and placed my hands on her hips. The man seemed surprised and moved his hand away. It was quite dimly lit but as I looked down to where his hand had been I could see that his other hand was rubbing his cock through his shorts. Chrissie had seemed unconcerned by the strange hand on her backside. I wondered whether she knew he was jerking himself off, or maybe even encouraging him. Maybe she thought it was me, I told myself; after all it was quite dark. Either way, it seemed she didn’t care as she was more interested in what she was looking at over the heads in front!
“What can you see then, Chrissie?” I asked excitedly.
She glanced back, her cheeks flushed and eyes wide.
“SSHH, Just look at that,” she said, nodding at what was happening in front of her
She seemed annoyed I had interrupted whatever it was she was watching. I wondered what she was thinking. By the look I had just seen on her face it wasn’t me on her mind – she seemed a different woman. She wasn’t the shy, quiet girl I met that first night, but a sexually charged woman who was scanning the club and taking it all in.
I leant over her shoulder and caught sight of why she was so transfixed.
In the middle of the dance floor was a gleaming, stainless steel dance pole, the type you see in Lap dancing clubs. Against the pole was Zoey, yes Zoey, who was supposed to be working behind the bar. Her hands were tied above her head to the pole and she stood with her legs wide apart, there was a woman kneeling down at each of her feet, and each of them had one of her ankles firmly in their grip making sure her legs were kept held wide apart. She was unable to move.
Her black leather cat suit was unzipped to the waist so her large soft breasts had spilled out from the outfit that they had probably fought all night to escape from.
Her long blonde hair was masking her face, but there was no masking her cries of pleasure as a large black guy knelt between her legs and slowly unzipped the rest of her cat suit to expose her smooth shaven but very wet pussy. The black guy expertly parted her slit with his long black fingers and firmly pushed his face into her body. We watched as his tongue penetrated deep into her cunt.
Zoey let out a loud moaning noise from deep inside her throat.
“Oh God, that’s so Fucking good…” she groaned, her head thrashing from side to side. His tongue was working so hard and hungrily you could hear the sound of her pussy lips opening and closing together.
“More, More, make me cum you bastard!” Zoey cried. “Please stop now, it’s your cock I need inside me now.”
We watched in awe as her amazing breasts swung wildly from side to side as if in time with her cries, her body writhed back and forth against the pole, everyone seemed transfixed by the sight of this beautiful woman in sexual frenzy before their very eyes.
But the black guy had other ideas as he pushed the head of one of the women who held Zoey's ankles down to his cock and said, “Suck this, bitch. She can wait to be fucked!” Then he carried on eating from Zoey's now hot, extremely soaking pussy while the woman did as she was commanded.
With all this going on, I hadn’t noticed that the guy from earlier had now sidled back beside Chrissie and me and had his hand back on her arse. Only this time it was under the PVC tunic and stroking her bare cheeks around the G-string.
I looked at him; he just smiled and carried on. I looked at her, and this time I was in no doubt she knew who it was as her hand had crept down to the front of his shorts and was resting on the bulge there. Although her hand wasn’t moving she knew what she was doing, she was testing me - how would I react?
I was sort of shocked and a bit confused, but at the same time turned on by what was happening right in front of my eyes. There was my attractive wife, looking a million dollars, dressed to kill, groping a strange man, not even a good looking guy at that - about mid-fifties, short, hairy back, middle-age spread, and though I’m no expert, not a big cock judging from the bulge in his shorts - right in front of me, with him leering at me like a cheap extra from a low budget porn film.
Her hand started to move and stroke the bulge under her fingers, then she at last turned and glanced at me. I think maybe for approval, or maybe defiance, to this day I still don’t know. Either way I had seen enough for now.
“Come on, we were going to the bar to get a drink.” I grabbed her arm firmly but not aggressively and led her away. “Let’s go get that drink. I think I need it.”
She looked a bit disappointed but said, “Ok Honey, but can we explore soon? I’m feeling much more at home now.”
‘I bet you are, you dirty bitch,’ I thought as we headed for the bar.
At last, after pushing our way through a crowd of sexily dressed, half naked, very sexually turned on people, we finally made it to the bar and got ourselves that drink. We moved away from the bar to a quiet corner where there were not many people and it was not quite, but almost, dark.
I thought we needed to get our heads together for a while after the dance floor situation. I suddenly realised we hadn’t spoken more than half a dozen words to each other since we left the changing rooms. But to be honest, I don’t think talking was what either of us had on our minds right then. So we stood in relative silence taking in what was going on around us and thinking about what had gone on earlier.
With neither of us knowing “swinging club etiquette,” we decided we would finish our drinks then go and explore the club. After about ten minutes, I was about to say to Chrissie, okay let’s take a walk, when I heard a voice from behind me.
“Rick, is that you?”
I could have died, this club was fifty miles from our home, and surely nobody knows me here! I turned around and I couldn’t believe it. It was Clive, a friend from London I had met many years ago when I lived there. I had fractured my ankle while working on a building site. He was a West Indian Physiotherapist at my local hospital, and became my physio for ten weeks after. We had got on so well we actually had been out for a drink a few times after my treatment. He was a great guy, but I lost touch when I left London to work abroad for a couple of years.
I know it sounds funny, but there was no embarrassment on either side. We just started talking about old times, forgetting where we were and that he was only wearing a towel to cover up what looked like a very large cock.
“Are you going to introduce me then?” Clive asked with a smile.
I sort of blurted out, “Oh, it’s my wife.”
He replied, “Well I guessed that, and does the wife have a name?” and before I could say a word she held out her hand and said, “I’m Chrissie.”
Clive took it and leant forward and kissed her on the cheek before saying, “Very nice.”
She didn’t even blush as she said “You aren’t so bad yourself.”
Now I should point out that coming from North London, I had a lot of very good West Indian friends growing up in the 70s, but Chrissie had grown up in a small, provincial Northern town and I know for a fact she had never met or spoken to a West Indian guy before, let alone a confident half-naked one from London.
Clive asked if we had been before and we both shook our heads.
“How about you?” I asked.
”I come here once a month on the Caribbean party night. They hold it on the last Friday of every month; it’s mainly for white couples and women who like the occasional Black Guy experience and of course black guys who want some white pussy.”
“Oh, as it’s our first time we didn’t realise, but that’s cool by me. Not sure about Chrissie though,” I told him as I suddenly realised what it was that had Chrissie so transfixed. Of course I hadn’t noticed it, with being from London, but at least thirty per cent of the guys in the club were black.
Clive said, “So you don’t really know how it works here then.”
”Not really, mate.”
“Well are you here to play or watch?”
Immediately Chrissie jumped in, “Oh, we are here to play all right.”
Clive turned to me. “Do you fancy coming to a private room for a bit?”
I could feel the goose bumps all over me. I was nervous, excited, scared, but more noticeably I had a hard on that I couldn’t hide.
Clive looked to Chrissie. ”Well, what do you think?”
She told him, “I think we should follow you.”
Clive winked at me and nodded. His hand brushed Chrissie’s arse as he directed us to follow him. She gave a sort of sigh as he took her hand to lead her through the crowd. We went upstairs and through some sort of dark corridor till we reached a large room. We all went in, and as Clive locked the door behind us you could feel the electricity in the air.
The room was warm, dimly lit, and had soft leather, double bed like benches on all sides of the room. There were mirrors on all the walls, from bench to ceiling, and large throw cushions. It was something like a tart’s boudoir and certainly felt as hot in there. I walked to the far side of the room and sat down. Chrissie watched me and waited till I sat then moved to the side of the room opposite me.
I felt for the first time since we met tonight that Clive was deliberately trying to put some personal space between myself and him. This was confirmed when, without any hesitation Clive went and sat next to Chrissie. He was a well-built guy, kept in trim, very muscular, and with a nice manner. I could see his cock start to rise and fall rhythmically under his towel as if it had just woken from a light sleep, the unmistakeable start of an erection. You could have cut the sexual tension with a knife.
Clive’s voice was smooth, low and calm as he said to Chrissie, ”Well, if Rick hasn’t told you, I work at a hospital, so it’s good that you are wearing a nurse’s outfit for me. Maybe I should help you loosen it off a bit so I can examine you better.”
Chrissies cheeks flushed bright red at hearing Clive’s provocative words, she seemed unable to get any words out in reply.
At this point I was transfixed, speechless but incredibly turned on as I watched Clive slowly put one arm around Chrissie’ shoulder and the other brush over her breast to reach the zip on the front of her red PVC nurses outfit. He pulled the zip down gently and put his hand inside to massage her breast.
He gave me a slight glance as he did and I just smiled. Clive smiled for a second, knowing then that he had the green light from me and could now go ahead as he wanted, and more to the point, as Chrissie wanted, too.
Her hand had slowly reached across his knee and was on his now fully erect cock – it was straining under the towel he was still wearing. Clive now had unzipped her down to the waist and had one breast fully out, playing with her hard nipple. Chrissie started to stroke him eagerly through the towel her hands moving more and more confidently. Her breathing was getting heavier and face was flushed. She was murmuring something under her breath. I couldn’t hear it properly, but could pick out the odd word. Like cock… black…. Fucking… Gorgeous…
“Have you seen a black cock before?” Clive slowly whispered in her ear.
“No, I’ve never even met a black guy properly till now.”
“Is it something that turns you on, Chrissie?” Clive asked as he continued to caress her exposed breast..
“I’ve always thought about it,” she sighed as her hand now caressed his chest.
I was just transfixed by the scene now playing out before me.
“Well why don’t you take off my towel for me?”
She immediately pulled at it eagerly as he stood up to help her. It came away from his body and he stood in front of her, his back to me with his rock hard cock pointing towards her.
Clive turned his head to over where I was sitting and said, “Come over here my friend, I want you to be close and see what happens now.”
With my heart pumping and my cock starting to throb, I walked over and stood next to Clive and looked down. Without exaggeration his erect cock must have been nine inches long.
He said to me, “It won’t be long now before I put this inside Chrissie. Are you sure you are okay with this Rick? There’s no going back once I’m fucking her!”
Even though he asked me the question, I could see Chrissie nodding her head furiously and hungrily at me, imploring me with her sex crazed eyes to say yes.
‘Shall I make her suffer and say no?’ I cruelly thought for a split second.
“What the hell, fuck it - give the dirty slut what she wants,’ I thought to myself as I gestured towards Clive with a nod of my head.
“It’s all good mate, I feel great, you go ahead and start what you’ve wanted to do all night, Fuck her pussy long and hard and make sure you enjoy it”.
“Thanks for asking my friend but if she’s going to have a black cock, there’s no one I’d like more than you to initiate her into the brotherhood. There is one thing though, before you do fuck her.”
“What’s that? Ask me anything you like.”
“Well, is it true what they say that if a white woman goes black, there’s no going back?”
Clive laughed out loud. “No, don’t be stupid. It’s something we black guys say to scare white guys and get their wives going, A big cock is a big cock whatever the colour!”
“Nice one, Clive,” I laughed.
“Hey, but don’t you tell anyone will you. The brothers will kill me if they find out I told you.”
“Don’t worry, Clive, your secret’s safe with me. Now just give her what she wants, and needs by the looks of her.” I backed away and sat down again, watching intently as he began.to make his move towards his ultimate goal that night? Fucking Chrissie!
He leant down with one hand on each of her breasts and started to suck on her nipples. Chrissie let out a sort of cat call. ‘Wow!’ I thought, ‘I’ve never seen her like this.’
He lifted his head up and asked her to stand, which she immediately did. Clive then unzipped the rest of the outfit and it fell to the floor. Chrissie now stood there in just her red stilettos, white fishnet stockings, and small red G-string.
“Beautiful,” he said, then with one movement he placed his hand on the back of her head and she slowly sank to her knees before him. He looked at her and laughingly said, “Doctor says open wide now, nurse.”
She leaned forward and put the end of his massive cock in her mouth. She licked it, sucked it - it was like she had been doing it all her life. He lifted his leg and put his right foot onto the bench to steady himself and give Chrissie better access to his cock, and her head went further down and she started to lick his big, jet black balls. She was totally in a different world.
In the meantime, he was massaging her tits and telling her what a dirty bitch she was, and how he would have to teach her a lesson for being so naughty. I could tell she was soaking wet.
He pulled her up and laid her on the bench. I thought he was going to fuck here there and then, but no.
Clive pulled her legs up and pulled aside her red satin G-string but was careful to leave it on for now and started to lick her soaking pussy, soft, then hard, hard, then soft. Then he pulled his head back, slid three fingers easily into her pussy and rubbed really hard, switching from G-spot to clit and back again. All of a sudden she actually ejaculated and squirted what seemed like gallons of liquid. Up until now I was the only guy that had made Chrissie squirt or gush but now the floodgates were truly opened
Chrissie was now gasping for breath but at the same time crying for more. Clive pulled her round so that her legs dangled over the side of the bench. He grabbed a leg under each arm and moved towards her with his cock. I saw her hands reach out to grab his tight arse to pull him in.
At that split second, I knew this was it, the moment of no return. I felt incredibly horny, and angry, turned on, humiliated, scared, intensely sexy, and jealous; all at the same time. But I wanted it to happen, and there was nothing I could do now anyway.
Clive leaned forward and put the head of his rod at her pussy entrance. He turned to me and said,
“Come over here, Rick, look at this.”
I walked across and I could see his impressive, dark black, smooth cut cock pressing at the entrance of her cunt. The amazing thing was that it was almost as if the pussy lips were moving around the helmet and trying to suck it in.
“Ok Rick, this is it, I’m going to fuck her now. Last chance mate, are you still okay?“
“For Fucks sake, Clive, now’s not the time for talking! It’s so horny, do it, man just do it.”
“Yes, do it Clive. Just fuck me, please just put it in me. It’s up to me not him, I want it. Just give it to me,” shrieked my wife, legs open wide, pussy dripping wet, her eyes so wide and bright, pleading for it to happen.
“Tell me what you want then, like a good nurse should,” he said firmly.
“Clive…” she screamed.
He stopped her dead. “No, tell me you need my big black cock inside you.”
“Oh yes, I do, I need that big black cock inside me. Pllllleeaasse put it in NOW!” Chrissie screamed.
He pushed slowly forward and I watched as his thick shaft started to disappear into her body. She rolled from side to side, pushing against him. Then with one big thrust he buried it in her right up to his balls.
I went back and sat down as he started to piston in and out of her. From where I was sitting I could see his balls slapping against her arse. I could see his face in the mirror opposite, the sweat beads on his brow dripping down onto her breasts mixing with her sweat; and I could see his hands gripping her legs at the knees, pushing them wide apart, his perfect black arse pushing in hard, then out, then back in slowly till she begged for it faster. His arse moved in again, he moved it around side to side. Round in a circular motion, and all the time he was saying,
“Tell me you want it, tell me you need it. Go on Chrissie, what do you want?”
The more he talked to her, the more she answered, the more turned on I was. I was incredibly horny and excited but strangely didn’t want to join in. it was their show, that’s what was doing it for me!!
“I fucking want it, I need it. Give it to me you black bastard.”
“Go on, tell Rick what you want.”
“I want Black Cock. Yes, okay, now give me what I want, it’s fucking amazing, yes, I Love it!”
All my senses were being assaulted from all sides. Chrissie wailed and swore, she screamed it was the best cock she ever had. He was clearly a skilled and experienced swordsman. He fucked her hard and fast, then soft and slow. He turned her over on her knees and took her from behind, then turned her back over so she could spread her legs wide for him to fill her aching pussy while he bit each of her hard nipples in turn, in time with each thrust of his rock hard black cock.
He lay behind her, manoeuvring her onto her side, and then had her sit on his tool as she bounced up and down on his huge West Indian pole. Both positions were obviously so she could face me while she was being fucked and fucking him, and I could clearly see her face, and of course Clive’s, as he grunted, sweated, and groaned to take her to black heaven and she begged for more.
After what seemed ages he started to sweat, his face changed, and he got into a steady rhythm. I knew at that point he was preparing to come. Chrissie knew too, and was shouting, “Give it to me, give it to me!”
There I was, sitting with a raging hard on, feeling more turned on than I’d ever been turned on before, my quiet unadventurous wife being fucked into next week, not only by an old friend but a BLACK old friend. My mind was spinning between anger, jealousy, humiliation, regret, but that was all overridden by the amazing sexual high I was feeling watching them before me.
I stood up from the bench and walked over; they were totally oblivious to me now. They were so engrossed in their hard, animalistic fucking that I didn’t even exist. I hadn’t even thought till now whether Clive had a condom on. ‘Oh fuck, even though Chrissie’s baby making days are behind her the thought of gallons of black seed pumped into my wife’s pussy wasn’t something I had planned.’ But again at the same time, it crossed my mind that if he wasn’t wearing one then it must have been what she wanted, so that was a real turn on.
With a mighty thrust he started to build up to his climax. His strokes were long and deliberate, buttocks clenched each time his balls smacked against Chrissie’s arse. She was screaming encouragement,
“Fuck me harder you black bastard. Come on, give me that seed. Fuck it harder, come on, and fill my cunt with creamy spunk, black spunk. Fuck me, come on, leave it in me, don’t pull out. Now NOW NOW !
With that, he grunted and growled, and seemed to be locked to her pussy. His balls jammed right up against her cunt and arse while they emptied all his seed. He stayed still for a minute, and then pulled away. He turned to me and smiled, and said, “Well Rick, that’s one hell of a woman you got there, look at this.” He pulled off his condom; there must have been a gallon of creamy white seed in it.
“Normally I wouldn’t let this go to waste, but as you are my friends I’ve put all my come in here.”
At that point I swear I could see disappointment in her face?
“But who knows? If we meet up again a few times, she may want me to give it to her instead.” He smiled.
She was nodding in agreement but unable to speak.
Slowly gathering my thoughts again, I said to Clive, “You must be thirsty now. Do you want a drink?”
“That would be really cool, thanks mate.”
Before I could ask Chrissie if she wanted one as well, I heard her voice from behind me say, “Yes Rick, you go to the bar. Clive’s your friend and you trust him, so leave us here while you get the drinks.”
Actually, what I had meant when I asked the question was for us all to go to the bar for a break! As it turned out, I found myself virtually sent to the bar like a waiter to fetch room service.
Without even thinking I said, “Okay.” I left the room and heard it locked behind me. I went to the bar to get the drinks. When I got there Zoey had been freed from the pole she was tied to earlier and was back serving behind the bar.
“How’s it going with you and Chrissie then? Having Fun?” she smiled.
“Yes thanks, it’s a bit surreal at times but I suppose that’s only to be expected on your first visit here, isn’t it?”
“Yes, well, I always think you know within ten minutes of being in here whether it’s for you or not, and the fact you are both still here after a couple of hours and having fun tells me you’ve got a great future in swinging circles.” She threw that long blonde hair back and laughed. “Who knows? You may even see Chrissie tied to the pole like me in no time at all.”
“Yes, we watched you earlier on; do you do that every week”?
“It depends,” she laughed.
“On what?” I asked curiously.
“Whether I want a good fucking or not, and whether I see a guy or lady I want to have fun with. It’s just one of those things. I can go two weeks and not join in, but in the right situation with the right people I can play most of the night. I love sex and new experiences. Because of the way I look, people are sometimes afraid to approach me thinking I’ll be stuck up or brush them off. Nothing could be further from the truth. Fortune favours the brave don’t you think, Rick?
She said the last few words with one of the naughtiest looks I’ve ever been on the end of. All I could think of was her tied to the pole and the sound she was making as the black guy was eating her pussy and imagining me in his place. I looked back into her eyes and it was almost like they were challenging me, saying, “Go on, ask me. Have you got the balls? Do you want some of this? Do you want to fuck me or not?”
As I stared at her huge tits I heard her say, “Well I’ve got other people to serve, so did you want some drinks? I’m assuming that’s why you came to the bar, not just to tease me and stare at my beautiful tits.” She threw her head back again and laughed.
‘Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,’ I thought, ‘I’ve got to get back upstairs with the drinks but in front of me stands a woman that most blokes outside of this place can only dream of having.’
“Err, yes please, I need some drinks. Chrissie and an old friend are waiting for me upstairs and I must have been gone for nearly half an hour already.”
“Well I’m sure they won’t miss you too much, will they. So you’ve got to go then? Definitely? Absolutely I can’t tempt you with these then?”
With that she unzipped her top and spilled out those massive tits we had seen earlier on the dance floor. She grabbed my hand and put it on her left tit.
“Well, ok then, if you have to go, but just feel what you are going to be missing!”
“Well we may come back next week,” I said, knowing her interest had probably just flown out of the fucking window along with any opportunity I may have had that night of fucking the dirtiest most desirable woman in the club that night!!
“Like I said to you earlier, I never know when or where the mood takes me. It may happen again, it may not. If you find a winning lottery ticket in the street you don’t take it back in the fucking shop and swap it for a new one in case you win more next week do you?”
“Okay thanks, I’ll have two Diet Pepsi’s and Budweiser, please.”
“Okay here you are, have these on me. That’s the least I can do as I was hoping that it would have been you on me right now!”
With that she turned on her killer heels and that was the last I saw of her that night!
Wow, doesn’t time fly! I had been gone from the room half an hour now, so I went back upstairs as quickly as I could with the drinks.
As I approached the door I could hear as plain as day Chrissie’s screaming and the unmistakeable sound of Clive’s cock pumping in and out of my wife’s pussy.
He was shouting, “You love it, don’t you bitch,” and she was screaming, “Yes, yes!”
I knocked on the door. They just carried on.
I knocked louder and Chrissie yelled, “Go away, come back in a bit,” but Clive said firmly to her, “Don’t be disrespectful to my friend. He went to get us drinks, so go and let him in, then get back over here. We haven’t finished yet”
“Good. Because I’m still hungry for more of that gorgeous cock of yours.”
Next thing the door opened, and the first thing that hit me was the smell of sex and sweat – a sort of musky smell that only comes from frantic, long, hard fucking. Chrissie was standing there. Her hair was matted with sweat, and maybe sperm? Her make-up was smeared around her face. She was wet from head to toe with sweat, and while her right hand was on the door handle her left was cupping her pussy. I thought either you are sore or you are holding something in? Had she taken a load from Clive? I wondered. But the thing that really stood out was she looked so contented, in fact more than that she looked like the cat (maybe a black cat) that got the cream, double cream at that!!
She said, “Clive told me to say sorry.”
“That’s okay, there’s no need to be sorry, you aren’t sorry are you?”
“Sorry, why would I be sorry, I feel amazing, and you are okay, aren’t you? And as for Clive, well you can ask him yourself,” she laughed.
I walked into the room and gave Clive his drink.
“Cheers mate, can you just shut the door please? Thanks. Now what did I tell you, Chrissie, over here please?” As Chrissie walked over to Clive, I lay down on the bench near the door where I was before I went to get the drinks, wondering what was going to happen next.
Clive was sitting on the edge of the bench opposite me, beckoning her over. She walked over, sank to her knees, and started sucking his cock.
Clive said to me, “While you were at the bar she told me she liked the taste of a black cock, it was different, and now she wants to taste black seed. I told her we would have to ask you if it was okay first, so what you think.”
As I looked over at her on her knees, she was hungrily sucking and licking his cock and balls. She was running her hand up and down his big black shaft to make him harder. She was again in a world of her own.
“I thought I saw some in her hair when I got back,” I said quietly.
“Oh no, she did ask, but I said as you are my mate. I wouldn’t take advantage, but I did shoot over her tits and neck, and she liked that. I think some may have got on her hair from that.”
“It’s up to you two, I don’t mind either way,” although secretly I was hoping he would, just to see how she handled it.
I needn’t have worried because as soon as I said that, her mouth, lips, and hands went into overdrive. She used her tits to fuck his cock, sucked him, and told him how much she wanted to taste his black seed.
I watched Clive’s face as he started to come. He was sweating and his face was contorted in ecstasy. Now it was his turn to scream,
“Yes go on Chrissie, suck it baby. Ooh yes, lick those balls, Aaah yes, Suck my black cock, Aww you are THE best baby, I love it, Oh white girl you the best. Oh fuck me, I’m coming. Oh not yet , not yet, Shit , I’m coming, I’M COMING!"
He held her head firmly with those big black hands, and shot every drop of come from his big black balls into her mouth and throat. She didn’t flinch or pull away, just made a low, soft, gurgling noise, pleasure and relief all at the same time as she swallowed Clive’s sperm.
She slipped the now going soft cock from her mouth and turned to me, and with a small trickle of Clive’s seed coming from either corner of her mouth, which now had started to turn into a smile, she said to me,
“I hope you enjoyed that as much as we did, Honey. Thank you for being so understanding about it.”
She had never swallowed my come, so I had to ask, “How did it feel and taste? Are you okay?”
“Okay? I’m great! I was a bit worried about how I’d cope, but once I felt Clive’s cock starting to throb and I knew he was coming, I lost all sense of fear and just let it happen. It gushed out and shot to the back of my throat. A lot just slid down but what was in my mouth I rolled around with my tongue getting used to the taste. It was hotter than a white guy’s and slightly sweeter, still a bit salty but a really amazing feeling. I even came myself while he was shooting into my mouth, that’s how horny it felt.”
“That’s some woman you’ve got there, Rick,” Clive said wearily. “I’m going to have to go soon, I’ve got to get back to London. But If you guys fancy getting together again, then I’ll be here at the club same day next month. To be honest, it makes a change to meet a genuine, decent couple that know how to enjoy themselves, and as for Chrissie… Well, Nuff respect man.”
I thought about what he said for a split second and replied, “Okay, but before then if you fancy a beer for old time’s sake, why don’t you come and see us at home because we haven’t had much chance to catch up really. Do you still have my old mobile number from the Physio sessions?”
“Yes, I keep all my clients numbers just in case.”
“Well. I’m still on the same number, so if you give me a call mid-week maybe we can sort something out for next weekend. That’s if Chrissie is ok with it.” I didn’t need to look round at her as Chrissie retorted quick as a flash.
“Yes, of course I’m okay with it. We haven’t got anything planned and it would be nice to offer Clive some of our good old-fashioned hospitality!” I could hear the enthusiasm in her voice.
“Okay, I’ll come up to see you. Do you think I could stay over, save me driving back same day?”
“I don’t see why not. When do you fancy coming?”
“Next Saturday would be good,” Clive suggested.
“Okay mate, I’ll ring you in the week then,” I said as Clive went to the door.
As he left the room he turned back and said, “Nice lady you got there, Rick. Maybe when I come to yours next week she could get a new outfit for me. I love the naughty schoolgirl look.” We both smiled knowingly to each other as he slowly closed the door behind him.
When Clive had gone I turned to Chrissie, who was wiping the remaining drops of Clive’s cum from her face and mouth using her red satin G-string. “
“Don’t be so dirty,” I laughed. With that the door opened again and Clive popped his head round the door.
“I think I forgot something, didn’t I Chrissie.”
“Yes, here it is,” and she handed him the G-string.
“Don’t worry,” he grinned, “I’ll bring it back when I come to yours next week. Right, I’m definitely off now, see you guys soon.” The door closed behind him.
Chrissie and I stood facing each other alone in the room; neither of us said a word.
Well if you were me, what would you have said?
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