I'm going to tell you what happened to me and my wife Jennifer as it really happened. We went from mild swinging to...well, you'll see. It's all true.
You have to understand that Jenny is a beautiful gal. Actually, at 5'4", 135lbs, long blonde hair and hazel eyes, she's a stunner. And believe it or not, she's got HUGE tits (38F) and yeah, they're real. (She always makes me add that.). Jen also has great legs and a beautifully rounded ass. She just turned 28; I'm now 31.
Jen comes from an academic family. Her family and friends were pretty repressed about sex. In her college days some of her geek friends got together every now and again for some giggly liaisons, but she didn't go for that type of scene. Perhaps because of her enormous breasts, she only wore sweats and other baggy outfits.
I come from a different background. I was considered the "bad-boy" type during the 80's and 90's. I was well known for getting it on with willing girls. When Jen and I met she was 18 and yearning to be free from the boredom of her restrictive life. It was the classic case of the repressed girl wanting to break out. For whatever reason, I was her ticket to fun and glamour. After thinking about it, and talking with me, she wanted me to introduce her to everything sex had to offer.
I started slowly. I had her shave and took her shopping for revealing attire. We went out on the town. She'd heard stories from girlfriends of their first times with guys who had the same amount of experience as they did, and they all were disasters. When we made love I made sure Jen had a great time. What I didn't realize is that I was creating a monster.
Over the next few months we continued her "education." She was very eager and took to all forms of erotic play like a fish to water. I then moved to Los Angeles. Jen felt cut off from the fun and freedom she had recently discovered. We stayed in contact and met for occasional weekend trips, which resulted in 72 hours of wall-to-wall sex.
A year later I returned to the area. Jen and I were soon married and moved in to a house I was living with a friend of mine, Billy. His girlfriend joined us, and the girls were soon enjoying each other almost more than me and Billy. Jen would do oral with Billy and his girlfriend, or sex with me while they watched. (Jen loved to be watched.) I would sometimes fuck Billy's girlfriend, always with a condom. Jen had never liked condoms, so Billy had to settle for suck offs and jerking off over Jen's ample tits.
Billy's girlfriend was a dancer in a strip club, and Jennifer (who was made for a "titty bar") soon started working there as a waitress, not as a dancer. We then moved into our own house, and Jenny often brought home girls she worked with, sometimes with their boyfriends or husbands. I also started introducing her to our local swing clubs. She loved them. At the clubs our fun only involved other women or couples. Jen didn't want to go beyond oral sex or being watched while I did her.
As she became more experienced, Jen became more aggressive about getting what she wanted. I went the other way. She would approach men and women and invite them in explicit terms to have sex. One night, we were at the favorite club we frequented. We happened to pass by the "Voyeur Room," which had windows for three walls. When Jenny saw what was going on inside she became silent. I looked in to see four black men fucking the hell out of Linda, a white girl we'd played with before.
I saw her husband in the corner in a chair. Linda's nylons were holding his arms in place. (I guess he could have moved if he'd wanted; he was a big guy.) It was strangely erotic to me. I looked over at Jen, who had both hands rubbing herself slowly, one pulling up her frilly skirt a bit, the other slowly but deliberately massaging her soaking pussy lips. Her eyes were fixed on what was going on, as if she was in a trance. I watched her for a couple of minutes, and although she was right beside me, she didn't seem to be aware that I and a couple of others were looking at her.
"You're staring, honey," I said.
"I wish it was me in there instead of her. I loved the look of those beautiful black bodies using her."
"God, Jen, are you crazy?"
"Look at the savage way they're taking her. I love the power they have over her and her husband."
I was shocked. I'd never seen her talk like this.
"Honey," she said. "I really like watching those black cocks enter her. I can imagine how it must feel." Whatever I thought, watching them had created something in her.
I looked back into the room and heard the black guy give a loud groan. He stiffened and quivered as he came. As he pulled out of Linda, one of the other black men untied her husband, Don. He dove between her legs and put his mouth to her crotch. He was gobbling the cum out of his wife's open cunt. I was amazed. Here was another creampie lover!
You see, my first sexual experience was with my best friend's slutty sister. She was three years older, rather dominant and experienced. When she let me fuck her I got so excited that I came too quickly. She told me to go down on her, so I did. I licked out my cum while she squirmed with pleasure. The taste was wonderful.
Since then I'd eaten out every woman I ever fucked. I love eating out pussy, but it tastes better after it's been fucked. My technique was to perform oral on a girl for a while until she was cumming and then say "Hang on; I'll eat it more in just a minute." Then I'd fuck her a while longer, shoot my load, and go down to my creampie treat.
So I'd been a cum-eater for quite some time when I saw this man in the Voyeur Room enjoy several creampies in a row. This was different. ÂĶI'd only eaten my own cum. Or was it? I didn't know.
Without missing a beat, the next two black men filled Linda back to back. Again her husband went to his knees between her legs and ate her as we watched it all. By now Jen's breasts were rising and falling heavily as she breathed. Her eyes glazed over, and looking down, I saw she had one hand massaging her clit while holding the front of her skirt up, and the other slowly rubbing her dripping pussy.
After the last black man finished, Jen snapped out of it, and all at once turned to me and declared, "I want to do that!" I was shocked. She'd never so much as fucked another man, much less a black one, since she'd been with me.
That evening after when got home I was taken back by the zest Jen showed in wanting to do what she had seen.
"Tim," she said, "next Saturday we're going back there and I'm gonna find those guys and talk to them."
"I don't know if that's a good idea."
"When I saw Don eat out Linda I knew you would love to do that too, wouldn't you, darling"
"I don't know..."
"Whether you like it or not, I'm going to talk to them and see what happens." It seemed odd to hear her saying this because she had been hit on by countless black men before and never even thought about it till that night.
As her she became aggressive about what she wanted, I was taken aback a bit. Still, the flutter in my stomach, and desire for it to happen (and especially this way) took hold of me. I was a bit surprised at how eager I was to surrender my wife to these black guys. It somehow crept out of some dark recesses of my desire.
Anyway, I couldn't talk her out of it if I'd wanted to. The next weekend we went back to the club, and waited. We expected to find at two of the black guys we were somewhat acquainted with. As neither were married, we'd never asked them to play before, but that was about to change. Being regulars (one, Andre, was a bouncer on some nights and hung out there frequently), they were sure to show up.
Well, Andre and Chris, another black man we'd seen before, were there. Jen was like a woman possessed. Her eagerness and control of the situation served to make me sit down and shut up. Suddenly it was me who was submissive. Strangely I was getting aroused by the idea of Jen with these guys. She went to the bar and spoke with Andre. I followed a little distance behind and stood off to one side, barely close enough to hear what they said. Jen would do the talking for us.
It wasn't the first time either of us had spoken with Andre. He had often approached us when we were looking for other couples. He had a playful way of trying to seduce Jen, saying things like once you go black you never go back. He liked to tell Jen how much he loved white girls with big tits and little waists and rounded hips and asses.
To be perfectly honest here, I am partly responsible for Andre's interest in my wife. One night at the club while Jen was in a private room with another couple I took a break at the bar. Andre sidled up to me to chat.
"You got a beautiful lady, Tim. I've been admiring her for a long time. I bet she's a great lay."
I must have been a little intoxicated because I found myself talking to him about just that.
"Yeah, she really loves it. I mean being taken. You know, it makes her feel naughty."
Somehow I must have also told him that she loved being spanked when getting it from behind or that she really loved having my hair pulled.
