Samantha and I sat on the porch of our new home in North Carolina. A gentle sea breeze blew in from the water and the relaxing crash of the waves created the perfect soundtrack for the latest chapter of our lives. It had been nearly seven years since we had started in the lifestyle and we'd found a healthy balance for our polyamorous dalliances. Samantha had rarely played alone after her experience with Charles but occasionally she'd feel the urge to get nasty. I supported her indulgences and she was always open and forthcoming with details which helped sate my often latent cuckold urges. We had leaned more to the stag/vixen side of the lifestyle most of the time but occasionally we'd indulge in some raunchy cuckold play. Samantha had developed an uncanny ability to separate her emotions from sex over the years. She had learned to compartmentalize and had not fallen in love with a bull since exiting rehab five years earlier. That was not to say she didn't develop feelings for them but she never let them get too deep. I still loved hearing about her naughty trysts with well endowed black men and she loved getting fucked by big black cock.
We'd had a brief and fulfilling triangular relationship with Joe and it had opened my eyes to my somewhat fluid sexuality. I'd experienced far more than I'd ever imagined during the three months we were all together and while he was the first man I'd taken in my mouth and later in my ass, he was not the only. There had been two others spread over the years and while I considered myself mostly straight because I had no desire for a romantic attachment or intimacy with a man, I was not against the occasional same sex romp if the mood was right. But it had always been in the context of a threesome with my wife and a black man. She joked each time afterwards that with the right guy I was as much a bbc whore as she was and she was probably right.
We'd hooked up with Damian while at Hedonism. It was during our relationship with Joe, but we were not exclusive, and it was our first time in Jamaica since we'd met Marcus and Svetlana. He was experienced in the lifestyle and at his home in Atlanta he had several married white women he kept happy. He was also what he deemed heteroflexible. Samantha and Damian had begun flirting on the beach and after a few drinks and some raunchy conversation we headed back to our room. Damian was similar to Marcus in temperament and control and he had taken charge of us both once we were alone.
He ordered us to strip and made Samantha lick his asshole while I had slobbered on his cock. Once he'd had enough of that he made me lay on the bed with my wife over me in the 69 position. He fucked my wife to several screaming orgasms then he told us to switch. He rolled a condom onto his big, healthy cock and shoved it roughly into my asshole while my wife sucked my dick. He finished with both of us kneeling before him while he busted his nut all over our faces.
After we split with Joe, Samantha and I went through a period of exploration together. We went to bars in the city and she'd pick up guys to fuck while I watched and sometimes joined in. One night, when we were in the Carolinas on vacation, we drove to a glory hole and I recorded video of my wife sucking and even fucking several strangers through the hole in the adult bookstore booth wall. Most were black but she didn't discriminate and she swallowed several loads of cum before the night was over. Surprisingly the biggest cock of the night was white and she sucked and fucked him as enthusiastically as she did the black men but she told me later she preferred average black cock to big white cock. I couldn't understand why, but she knew what she liked.
After a few years of aimlessly picking up black men in bars Samantha and I met up with a group of like minded swingers through a website and began going to parties together. It was safer and cleaner than bars and glory holes and we met some great people. My wife developed a few friend with benefits relationships who she knew were well hung and good in bed. She'd call or text them when she wanted to scratch her itch and it was probably the most fulfilling time we had in the lifestyle. I would mostly watch and she would let loose with guys she knew and liked. I still loved that my wife was my favorite porn star and she loved to be the center of attention.
Ahmed was her steady FWB for more than a year. They were great friends and the sexual chemistry between them was intense. Samantha was a slave for his big Somalian cock when they were together and she would worship him like a God. He made her climax harder than any man ever had and she would let him use her like a whore until he was spent. He was very straight and did not like to share but he too loved an audience and every time they fucked I was there, often with a video camera.
Samantha had others on standby during that time and she'd call them when Ahmad wasn't available. He traveled a lot for work and they were not exclusive. He had others he fucked too. Eventually, he moved to the west coast for work and Samantha found another regular to take his place.
