It was the weekend and I was bored, so I searched the net looking for some action. I discovered a swing club not far from where I lived, that I had never been to before. Judging by the map, it was only about 30 minutes from my house, so I showered, put on some nice pants and a dress shirt and decided to check it out.
It turned out the club was out in the boonies. It was so far off the beaten path, it was only accessible by a dirt road. The area was pretty rural and the house didn't even show up on my navigation system. I ended up getting lost and calling for directions. After about an hour, I found the place and pulled my Ford up next to several other cars that were parked in a big yard.
I knocked on the door and was welcomed in by the owner, Rocky, a pleasant looking man with a salt and pepper mustache. He showed me around and gave me the familiar spiel. The club was actually a house, which had various themed rooms. There was a love room decorated in red, and another room decorated with a dungeon theme. The living room also had a bar area and I saw several guests milling around and sipping drinks, while watching a porn movie. Rocky also introduced me to his lovely wife, Jan, a willowy, brunette wearing a black negligee and four-inch heels. She proved to be a gracious host, who quickly set me at ease. You might think swingers are a bunch of weirdos, who wear long overcoats and are addicted to porn, but the truth is, they all look pretty normal. In fact, I mentioned to Jan it was pleasant to see how regular everyone was.
I poured myself a Margarita and continued to wander around the house. I peeked into the love themed room and noticed a middle-aged white couple who were fucking doggie style. The woman looked up at me, and said. "Oh, a single man, how nice. Do you want to come and play with us?" This is not surprising. Single black men are actually in high demand on the swing scene, so you can get a lot of action. I didn't need to be asked twice. I set my drink aside and stripped off my clothes.
The woman told me her name was Angie and her husband was Richard. She was blonde, a little chubby and had low hanging, natural boobs. She also had wide hips and a fat ass. Her husband, Richard, was tall and had long dark hair and a handlebar mustache. Richard continued to fuck his wife as I stroked my cock and got ready. Soon, he pulled out and shot a load all over her ass. He rubbed it into her firm butt and had her lick it off his finger. Angie then turned her attention to me. She got on her knees in front of me and start to give me a blow job, as her husband watched approvingly.
"She sucks a mean dick, doesn't she?" he said.
I nodded in agreement. Richard got hard watching his wife work her mouth up and down my thick cock. Not wanting him to be left out, she took turns sucking his dick and mine. She was quite the busy woman and after several minutes, I couldn't hold back any longer and came on her face. Richard was close behind me and soaked his wife's beautiful face with his hot seed. Angie was covered with two loads of jizz and it matted in her hair, trickled down her body, pooling on her breasts. I thought it was as hot as any porn movie I had seen. Angie went to shower and clean herself up, while we chatted about football and swigged our drinks. She came back refreshed and raring to go.
