Friday night and nothing to do. The name is Eric Jones. I'm a young black man from Boston and I recently turned twenty. This takes place during my third year of college. A few years from now, I'm going to become a Boston City police officer, just like my father before me. Until then, I'm just a young man looking for adventure. The good thing about adventure is that it sometimes finds you when you are least looking for it.
I went walking around the city, and encountered some rather adventurous folks. There was this man named Stuart James who approached me with his wife, Maureen. Stuart was a tall, good-looking black man in his late forties. Muscular, chocolate-skinned and curly-haired, he was something to behold. A beautiful older black gentleman. The man could have been a male model in his earlier years if he wanted to. His wife Maureen was a tall, somewhat plump but still somehow sexy older black woman with dark brown skin and short hair bleached bone-white. Her face was rather plain but her curvy body and fine, round bottom more than made up for it. This gal had her very own special appeal.
The two of them approached me at a bar. Apparently, they were interested in me. We made conversation for a few hours, and I learned a lot about them. Stuart was a lawyer in the city, and he was also a former professional wrestler. I smiled. I knew I recognized him from somewhere. Maureen James was a police officer in the city, having recently risen to the rank of sergeant. Nice, a working-class couple. I was very much curious about them. I'd met swingers before, just not black swingers. Stuart told me that he was bisexual and very much interested in a sexy young black man like myself.
I stared at Stuart. Wow! A tall, good-looking, educated black man like himself admitted to being bisexual, and his wife was right there. Maureen smiled at me and told me that she knew her husband since college. They had some of the same Criminal Justice classes. They were friends before becoming lovers and Stuart used to confide in Maureen about his desires for good-looking men. Stuart was a closet case, but thankfully, Maureen was understanding. They became lovers one night, and started a relationship. Eventually, they got married ten years later. These days, they were active swingers.
I smiled. I'm a bisexual black man and life is not easy, trust me. Straight black men and straight black women hate bisexuals, especially bisexual males. The black community is very homophobic. For this reason, I don't go around telling people about myself. I mean, why do this when it would endanger my life? I was puzzled by Stuart and Maureen. Most black women would flip out if they found out their husband or boyfriend was bisexual. This Maureen must be some kind of dope female, man! Her man was bisexual and she was cool with it? Stuart was one lucky bastard!
I went back to the hotel room with them, and that's when the fun began. We went back to the bathroom and showered together. Then, we went to the bedroom, and the erotic festivities officially started. Stuart kissed me, and we made out while Maureen watched. I looked at our reflections in the mirror. Two black men kissing while a black woman watched, clearly loving it. Man, what kind of world was this? I was loving every minute of it. Stuart sucked my cock while Maureen licked my asshole and fingered it. I moaned in pleasure as I got serviced at both ends. It was very erotic. Maureen replaced her tongue with two of her fingers. It felt wickedly good to have two fingers in my asshole. Meanwhile, Stuart continued to suck my cock like there was no tomorrow.
I came, and he drank my seed. Maureen continued to masturbate while watching us. Stuart bent over and spread his butt cheeks wide open. I pressed my cock against his butt hole, and pushed. His ass felt wonderfully tight around my cock. I held him by the hips and fucked him. While I fucked him, Maureen left the room. She came back moments later, wearing a strap on dildo. Dildos aren't usually my thing but this sexy, forty-something black woman looked hot with it!
