An Actor's Life for Me

Peter, a black pizza delivery man with the 8 inch cock, couldn't believe his luck. He was now the "most favoured cock" at a 20 person partner swapping party.

He had replaced all the men as the one the women wanted. Full of his own self-importance, he had bet Brandon (who had a 9 inch penis) that he couldn't seduce his wife. Brandon had enlisted the aid of Brooklyn Actors Group (BAG) off off Broadway actress Sara to aid him.

There was now battle of wills between Brandon and Peter. Both wanted to be the master of the other. Neither was being racist. Both were being classist and their ire with their social status had become personal.

Brandon had a chip on his shoulder about a poor man berating his social group. The fact that it was a black man was irrelevant. Similarly, Peter would have voiced his opinion to a group of rich black men and women.

Technically, there was a racist element, since the women wanted Peter to fuck them just because he had a black penis. And of course Toni, the bisexual painter, had the same racist preference to have a black man fuck him. All the men, except Brandon, had liked the novelty of seeing a black cock making Sara orgasm.

THE ART OF WAR.

Brandon's overall aim was to put Peter back in his place. Winning his bet and seducing Peter's wife within 6 months was merely a tactic.

His first tactical victory was to get Peter to agree that he could stay in their apartment. His second tactical victory was to get Peter to allow Sara to be his aider.

But in this game of status-poker Peter sensed a chance to get back at Brandon. The super-rich Brandon could have nominated any of the 10 women. But he hadn't hesitated to nominate Sara. Peter recognised that Brandon had a connection with Sara. The women were waiting to see which one of them he wanted to bed first. Peter could pick any one of them. All had bigger tits, and Peter loved big busted women.

So to spite Brandon. Peter chose Sara and the first woman he would fuck. Sara was overjoyed because she wanted to experience a black cock. The other women were jealous of Sara for the same reason.

Brandon was used to seeing men fuck Sara. Having sex with multiple people was the common bond of the Williamsburg group. But the idea of a low status black man fucking Sara shocked Brandon. The shock came because Brandon realised that Brandon thought romantically of Sara. The green god of jealousy had entered his life.

Peter smiled a "I got one over on you" smile at Brandon. Sara smiled a "Yes please fuck me all night long" smile as Peter took his hand. Brandon didn't even manage a smile. He had to watch the ever willing Sara being fucked by "that black bastard". It didn't help that Peter was an excellent lover. He gave Sara many orgasms.

Sara was disappointed that Peter couldn't stay the night. But, reluctantly and with a sore cock, Peter had to return to his wife. For that small mercy, Brandon was glad.

Brandon wanted to sleep with Sara. But he ended up in some other woman's bed. The sex he had with her was mechanical. Usually swinging-party sex was fun. But tonight Brandon kept on thinking of Peter's cock giving Sara so much pleasure. the more he thought about Sara being banged by Peter's long black dong, the less pleasure he got from fucking Claire. This was also disappointing for Claire because she loved being Brandon's fuck-buddy. She felt that perhaps she was to blame. Perhaps Brandon had fucked her so many times that she had become a boring bonker.

THE NEXT DAY.

In the morning Brandon hoped that he could overcome last night's unsatisfactory performance. He decided to give the woman he slept beside a rigorous seeing to. He needed to get back on that bicycle of fun sex after the previous night's fall off. Swinging sex had never been so unappetising.

As he pushed his rod into Claire's cunt, he imagined she was Sara. Suddenly the sex became wonderful. He was oblivious to everything else but the thought of his big cock being within Sara. He wanted to climax inside Sara. He felt the unmistakable feeling of getting near to orgasm. He shot his load into the substitute Sara's pussy.

He rolled off the delighted bed-mate. Brandon was back at his huge cock best. However she knew that he was imitating fucking Sara.

She said "You were wonderful. But did you realise that you called me Sara? I didn't mind because you were giving me great sex. But I think you have issues. We all noticed that you couldn't bear to watch Sara and Peter fucking. If looks could kill, you would be on trial for murdering Peter. I think that you are falling in love."

Brandon was taken by surprise. He hadn't realised that his hatred of Peter was so obvious. Nor had he realised that he had verbalised his feelings for Sara.

Brandon said "Claire, you are right. It sounds corny but I am having a mid-life crisis."

Claire said "You have a deep perturbation of the soul, that only expresses itself unwittingly. I've been there. Nothing seems right. That's how I got into swinging. Having sex with lots of well hung men gives my life meaning."

Brandon admitted "Its not so central to my life. Don't get me wrong. I like the nakedness, the voyeurism, the blowjobs and being watched as I bang a broad. I also enjoy the privacy of sleeping with another man's wife or partner. You were magnificent by the way."

Claire said "I am glad you enjoyed me, especially this morning."

She added "Even if the man who fucks me calls me Sara. But the upside was that you really went for your own ultimate orgasm. You didn't care about pleasing me. Just being your cum dump was actually different and exciting. I even go as far as saying it was life affirming. Just don't make a habit of it.

Women, even us swingers, don't like it."

Brandon looked crestfallen, since he feared he would always say Sara's name during sex.

Claire said "I'm really sorry to be so blunt. When the others leave tonight, stay over. After breakfast let's get away from this madhouse. You don't just need to clear your head, you need to find a soul."

Brandon replied "How can I thank you for helping me to find an unpeturbed soul."

CLAIRE'S HUSBAND.

Before Claire could respond her husband appeared. He was naked. He had come in for some quick acting headache relief pills.

Chris asked Brandon "Did you have a fun time?"

Claire said "He was amazing. How was your night?"

Chris replied "She was insatiable. I'm worn out and the effort I put in has given me a headache."

Claire said "Brandon and I are going out for the rest of the day. He wants to give me a thank you present. Have you any suggestions."

Chris said "With a cock as large as his, he has to ask. Brandon knows that I love watching large cocks in action."

Claire intervened and explained to Brandon "Chris loves it that a man with a long cock is fucking me. And you have the largest pecker and are a great lover. He loves seeing you give me orgasms."

Chris said "But I hope to see Peter's pecker inside Claire. Wasn't it sensational watching a black cock in working action. And how may times did he make Sara orgasm? What a performance. I hope he comes to our next party."

Her husband took 2 pills and left, happy that he would be a voyeur tonight. He was now prepared to pleasure the insatiable woman once again.

Brandon felt even worse being reminded that Peter had given Sara lots of orgasms. He disliked it that Chris wanted Peter to fuck Claire. Noticing this, Claire gave Brandon a comforting cuddle. Unusually she also gave him a kiss. The only taboo in their partner swapping regime was about kissing. Fucking yes, but kissing was a big no, no.

When you think about it. This is reasonable. Kissing means a possible commitment to another person's partner. Then relationships can get messy. Whole partner swapping groups have split because a man and a woman fall in love. It ends the group's fun factor.

Brandon instinctively knew that Claire was more than a fuck-buddy. She cared for him in a way that he wanted Sara to care about him. In a way he wanted to care for Sara. He kissed her back.

Claire said "And that was for me, and not Sara, wasn't it? Don't worry, Chris won't mind. He knows that I will never leave him, even for a man with a huge cock who is able to satisfy me better."

Brandon said "Will Chris want to watch us kiss tonight?"

Claire replied "If it feels right at any moment. I think he might get pleasure from seeing you break the taboo."

Brendon said "We're a bunch of sick people. Talking of which, do you fancy a 69?"

Claire didn't say anything as, once again, she enjoyed being on top in the 69 position.

FINDING A SOUL

After breakfast Claire and Brandon took a walk together. The most noteworthy thing was the sheer number of orthodox Jews. Some wore a prominent fur hat (a shtreimel). Most wore a tallit (prayer shawl), and a long suit, black hat, and a gartel.

Brandon recalled a line from Fiddler On The Roof. Their clothing *reflected their constant devotion to God".

The yellow school buses have Hebrew writing on the side, but Brandon had no idea what it meant.

BRANDON'S RESPONSE

Brandon was a liberal agnostic. He was jealous of those who believed to such an extent that it ruled their life. They appeared to have no "deep perturbation of the soul" like he had.

The only Jew that he really knew about was Eddie Cantor. Eddie was a great comedian. One of the best jokes was about a famous singer's ability to play the piano.

Eddie said "As Jimmy Durante played on stage, a man came on. Jimmy stopped playing.

He asked the stranger. "Who are you? and what are you doing here?"

The stranger said "I am the owner of the Steinway piano brand."

The singer said "Well I am playing a Steinway piano."

The stranger said "Yes I know. That is why I am here. I have come to scratch our name off the piano."

THE GOOD THEY DO IS OFT INTERRED IN THEIR GRAVES.

Eddie convinced the American people to donate a quarter of a million dollars to relocate children from Germany and Central Europe. This helped them escape the pogroms. Though no one knew it at the time, their donations helped them escape the soon to happen Holocaust. His father, also an agnostic liberal, had donated $150 to that cause.

Eddie founded the March of Dimes to stamp out polio and other birth defects. He advertised War Bonds that helped to win the war.

But all this is forgotten. Nowadays the one thing most people know is that Eddie wore blackface. The cancel culture (had it existed back then) would have ended Cantor's career.

All that good may not have happened.

More importantly than reminiscences about a historical character, Brandon recognised his need to think of himself as a good person. And being good meant "what deeds a person did, that weren't out of self-interest".

He wondered how many good deeds he had done. Off hand he couldn't think of one. Worse he had been actively bad by taking on the bet to bed Peter's wife.

Brandon's angst got worse. But salvation followed.

BECOMING AN ANGEL

Recalling Eddie led Brendon to make a major decision.

He would support Sara's theatre company. Sara might be a female Eddie. Even if she wasn't. Sara may yet have the impact of that great human.

Even though she lived a self centred life, Sara gave theatre goers a good time, in the non sexual sense. And that was a wonderful thing.

In theatrical terms someone who finances shows is called an angel. Brandon decided that he would become an angel. It addressed a large part of his angst that he felt.

He didn't know much about Sara's acting group. He wasn't doing this because he wanted to woo Sara. He would support the Brooklyn Actors Group even if Sara left them.

CLAIRE'S REACTION

As they sat drinking coffee, Brandon told Claire about his reaction to the orthodox jews and Eddie. He told her that he wanted to be known for doing something real and important. He told her about becoming an angel.

Claire responded "Last night I was fucked by a horny devil. This morning I had wonderful sex with a man. But tonight I am going to receive the cum of an angel."

Claire also said "And I will tell you how I cured my past identity crisis."

To be continued.