This story has elements of homosexuality in it. If that offends you, please don’t bother reading this. Please feel free to offer praise or criticism but please refrain from calling me racial names. ENJOY!
During the summer of Angela’s seventeenth year, Candi and I realized that our sex life was dull and uninteresting. We loved each too much to quit our marriage and we both realized that cheating wasn’t going to be an option. Then, one night while we sipping some wine, I said let’s look into swinging. Candi wasn’t sure at first but she listened. She looked dubious but when I explained that it was more common than most people knew, she said okay; let’s look into it.
We surfed the Internet and bought some magazines looking for a suitable couple. There were some that were intriguing but nothing that caught our fancy. Then, we ran across one from a novice couple like we were. They said that they were a forty-ish couple who were looking for a couple to explore swinging with. They had left an email address so we replied.
Several days later, checking our email, we discovered an answer from them. They had sent a pic of themselves. They were Black!!! Immediately, my pulse picked up a bit. Candi however, had some reservations. She had never had a black man believing the stories about Black men being so well endowed that they would split a woman wide open.
I tried explaining to her that that was an old myth started back during slavery times by white slave owners. They wanted their women to be afraid of being split open by a black slave. The idea being to keep the women from fucking a slave. Of course, quite often, the lie caused great interest among the supposedly pristine white women.
She told me that she trusted my judgment. I contacted the couple through the Internet. We talked a bit on an Internet messenger service and then made a date. We found that they lived about fifty miles from us. We agreed to meet at a resort on the Atlantic coast in the Carolinas.
I found myself reliving the gay experience that I had had as a youngster. The thought of a black lover had me excited. I had never told Candi about my first sexual experience. I hesitantly told her about it now and how I had felt after it was over. I had never had another gay experience. Indeed, I had never even fucked a black woman. Not that I hadn’t wanted to. The opportunity never presented itself.
After my story, Candi was less apprehensive about meeting the couple. She was so aroused that she practically raped me that night. She was almost insatiable. Her pussy was wetter than it had been in years. As I fucked her through an amazing amount of orgasms, she was shrieking and sobbing and writhing on the bed. After I had pulled out of her pussy, I could see a copious amount of fluid pooling on the bed under her ass. Oh yes, I thought. This will be very interesting.
On the day we agreed to meet Roy and Deb, they sent us a text message giving us the suite number they were in. Candi and I were excited and slightly apprehensive as we approached their suite. We wanted this but because we had never done anything like this, we wondered what to do. At least, we hadn’t chickened out which is what I had expected my wife to do. She fooled me though. She was holding my hand almost dragging me in fact.
As we approached the suite, a black woman was coming toward us carrying an ice bucket. She was rather short. Maybe 5’1” or 5’2” inches tall. Her chest was impressive, as her breasts seemed almost too large for her tiny frame. Her legs were sturdy and shapely and just above them was an ass that was full and round like Candi’s. She smiled and as we made to knock on the door, she asked if we were Rick and Candi. She introduced herself as Deb and opened the door with her key card. She called out to her husband and told him we were there.
A well-built black man came from the other room. He was slightly above average height with brown skin. His head was shaved and he had a smile for us. We smiled, introduced ourselves and made small talk. If you have ever met people for the first time, you know how you search for things to talk about.
Turns out that Deb and Candi had a mutual interest in sewing. They immediately started talking about sewing stuff. Roy and I were still searching for common interests. Turns out that one of their daughters had been a cheerleader during her school years. We talked about that and then went to sports. Gradually, we established a rapport over some drinks.
Then, the conversation turned to why we were meeting. Roy and I were sitting on barstools by the wet bar. Deb and Candi were seated on a love seat. We looked at each other, almost embarrassed to say what we were doing there. Finally, Candi started talking. She said how much she loved me but our sex life had begun dragging. She said that we were not that old to lose interest in sex. We were hoping that this would re-invigorate our sex life.
Plus, she told them that I had been after her for quite sometime to take a black lover. So, in effect, she was killing two birds with one stone. She looked around after she had stopped talking. Deb reached and took Candi’s hand in hers. She put Candi’s hand on her chest holding it there as she started telling us about her and Roy.
I glanced at Roy. He was looking at his wife when she started talking. Deb told us how when they were younger, all they did was fuck. Even before they were married they were fucking every chance they had. After they had both graduated from college, they started their careers. They were lucky in that they both had good jobs that they liked and made a good living at. Then, children started coming. After the third child, Deb had had her doctor tie her tubes.
Through all of this, their sex life had not diminished. Almost everyday, sometimes twice a day, they fucked. But during the last couple of years, it seemed that something was lacking. They figured out that it was the passion. Even though sex is one of mankind’s favorite sports, if it lacks passion, it affects the performance of sex. They wondered about sex with another couple and here we were.
Candi stood and walked to Roy. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him on his lips. He put his arms around her and held her tightly as their tongues danced in each other’s mouths. His hands slid down her body to cup Candi’s luscious ass. Candi ground her pubes against Roy’s pubes. They still hadn’t come up for air from their passionate kiss.
I went to the love seat and sat beside Deb. She put her hand on my crotch making my cock stir. As we sat there watching Candi and Roy, she fondled me through my clothes. I reached and touched her tits through her clothes.
