While I am sure no one will believe this, this is a true story, it happened many years ago, and all the people involved were much more than legal age, in fact no one was less than 40 years old.
The only real reason I am even writing this down, is that my wife and I spent many many years as swingers and had lots of great adventures, now I am old and in very poor health and she has passed away, I thought I might try to write down at least some of our more unusual happenings and let others know about them and how much fun we had. I have never tried to write anything ever, so if you can not stand poor spelling and even worse grammar then pleases stop reading this and go fuck yourself. I am not writing these stories down in any order, just the ones that come to mind.
I used to take my wife to Memphis Tenn. once a month or so, because she loved black cocks, big ones, and Memphis was only a few hours away and seemed to have lots of big black meat available. We had been making trips down there for several years and had met lots of guys and even made good friends of them. I chatted with them on the computer sometimes and let them know when we were coming down and what we were looking for.
One of them mentioned a bar down near the river and said it got really wild, perhaps too wild for us, he said it was always filled with black guys, most of which worked on the barges or some other river work.
He warned me that almost no white people ever went there and that I should expect the unexpected. I thought about what he had said and after a few days of thinking, I finally decided to give it a try. We got to Memphis about 4pm on a Saturday summer evening, got our hotel, had a few drinks at the hotel bar and then we headed to the glory holes.
I took her in to the first adult book store, got a bunch of quarters, and back to the booths we went.
I am skipping over a detailed account of the fun we had there, as the story is really about the bar. She sucked several nice cocks and fucked 2 large black ones.
I took her for more drinks and then we headed back to the hotel to clean her up.
I had still told her nothing about this all black bar down on the river. It was getting close to 9:30 pm and just about time to go.
"I heard about a bar that might be fun." I said.
"Oh really, how much fun?" she replied.
"I do not know." I smiled.
"It is supposed to be full of black guys and it could be fun or at least different and exciting." I said.
"Do you have some kinky rules for me to follow?" she said.
"Well yes." I said. "I want you to wear a short stretchy skirt and a button up top, no bra, no panties, hose and heels."
"Well that takes care of the outfit, any other rules?"
"Yes." I said. "No crossing your legs and no pulling down your skirt. If you do then I get to unbutton a button on your top or raise your skirt an inch. No arguments or complaining or the same thing happens."
"Ok fine." she said.
Now I am going to skip past the taxi ride to the bar, even though the cab driver did see up her skirt several times.
It took about 30 mins to get to the little bar or perhaps the driver took the long way, so as to see more of Julies pussy. It was a run down building really close to the river, I was getting worried, but we were there and the cab had left, so we entered. My friend was right, we appeared to be the only white people in the bar.
The main room was about 20 x 25ft, a bar on one side , tables around the edges, a small dance floor and a jukebox. There was a beaded door leading to a back room where I could see a couple of pool tables. The bartender came over to our table and smiled, he stood next to Julie his bulge right in her face.
"You guys sure you wanna be here? It gets a little wild sometimes."
"I think we are good." I said.
He brought our drinks and while we were sitting there, I did a head count. Looked like 12 or so guys in the bar area and I could hear more back at the pool tables. Julie had so many eyes on her, it was very exciting, then she crossed her legs.
"Oh my, looks like it is unbuttoning time." I grinned.
I reached over and undid a button, now her top was open to just below her tits.
One of the guys saw me do this a came over to our table.
"Nice." he said. "You two got something going on with the buttons or what?"