Couples can get into the swinging scene for a variety of reasons. Speaking of ourselves personally, it was out of a need to save our marriage, as bizarre as that may sound.
Others do it to spice up their sex lives, while still others do it for no other reason than to fulfill a fantasy.
Then there was Missy an Phil, a couple who had been married for nearly 20 years now, and who both were brought into the swinging scene quite by accident.
Their two children were now both going to college, and there wasn't much excitement in their sex life.
Phil had been married shortly before meeting Missy, and had been cheated on by his previous wife. That made Phil kind of possessive, plus the fact that Missy was a mousy kind of woman who hadn't been with any other men before meeting Phil.
There had never been much talk when they are having sex, short of the "gee that was great honey", or "Phil you are the best lover", which always left Phil wondering if she had really been a virgin when they met that first time.
The kids had come early in their marriage, so now things had ground to a boring routine. A glass of wine after dinner, with Missy maybe dressing a bit sexier, and Phil would get the hint, and off to bed they would go.
Much of their love making was still done with the lights out, or with the sheets covering their bodies. Nudity was not something they avoided, but rather something they didn't flaunt around each other.
Neither one of them were what could be called good looking people, but rather the kind that you would pass on the street and never give a second look at. Phil was not quite 5ft 10, and must have weighed in close to 200 pounds. His weight had always been a fault that he tried to hide by wearing loose fitting clothes, and certainly never exuding much confidence.
Missy was a good fit for him, as she was 5ft 5, if she was standing on her toes, and she like him was getting over weight, at nearly 150 pounds.
Her hips were her most delectable part of her body, as they were full and seemed to stick out like she was wearing high heels all the time. Her breast could at best be described as maybe filling out a B cup. Her one stunning feature, were her lips, which could be described as being very full, almost like those of Angelina Jolie. She kept her hair in a short bob haircut, which was forever looking like a comb had never been used on it.
But her ever present smile made up for all of her short comings, and the way she was active in the church, made Phil proud to say she was his wife.
Thus what happened that weekend turned both of their lives around for ever.
Like most of the other Friday nights in their lives, they went out for dinner to their local restaurant. As fate would have it, the place was closed for remodeling, so they ended up driving further into town, looking for a place to dine.
Without realizing it, Phil had steered into a rougher part of town, so when he saw the neon lights that spelled out "fine dining", he didn't really look at the other signs, like the one that said "The Zebra Club".
As soon as they entered the club, Phil realized this was not a place to be in. The music was very loud, and most of the people seemed to be black, with a sprinkling of good looking white women here and there.
They were about to say something to each other about looking for another place to eat, when a hostess asked them how many were in their party.
Phil said "Two", and that sealed their fate.
They were escorted around the perimeter of the dance floor, to a darkened corner where a bunch of smaller tables were situated.
Missy was squeezing Phil's hand hard, as they were shown their table. This was the kind of place that the pastor had spoken off in many of his sermons, as where the wicked went to.
No sooner were they seated, than their hostess asked them what they wanted for drinks. The hostess made a weird face when they asked for coffee, and quickly turned around to get their order.
"She seemed nice", said Missy as the hostess left. But to Phil, nice was not the word he had thought of. The hostess could almost be called the hostess with the most est, as her ass really stuck out, and when she had leaned over to hear their drinks order, Phil noticed she was not wearing a bra, and must have had DDD sized breasts. In fact, they had almost taken his breath away.
While they were looking at the menu and waiting for their coffee to arrive, then both looked at the people on the dance floor. It was obvious that this must not have been a regular club, as there were at least 5 or 6 different white women, dancing with black men.
Neither one of them had ever really considered black people in anyway, other than they were black, and that was that. But to see those white women dancing intimately with black men was something else.
Missy had spied one interracial couple who were openly french kissing, while the black man practically carried the woman around the dance floor with her feet barely touching the floor.
When Phil felt someone tapping his shoulder, he turned around and was staring at the belt buckle of what must have been a man who was well over 6 feet tall. When he looked up, the black man was smiling down at him and asking if he could ask the lady for a dance.
Phil's throat tightened up, and was about to say something that might get him in trouble, when the black guy without waiting for a reply stuck his hand out towards Missy.
She looked at the huge hand, and the way the furrows in her husbands brow were scrunching up, and she quickly decided to defuse the situation.
"It's okay honey, I would like a dance before she takes our order."
Before Phil could utter a word, Missy was being led out onto the dance floor, not 10 feet from where their table was.
"So, I haven't seen you two around here before." he said in a booming voice, so she could hear him above the noise of the music.
Missy didn't say anything, but shrugged her shoulders and tried to think of a reply.
"Name is Mack little lady, what's yours?"
"Uhm, Mis... Missy" she stuttered.
"Well you is right purty, little Missy."
As Phil sat their watching his wife, in the embrace of the big black man, he had to control himself from laughing. Missy's head was probably at about the level of the guys mid section, and the guy had to bend down a little to get his one hand under her arm. They appeared to look almost awkward out there on the dance floor.
The chair beside him rustled, and Phil turned to see another black guy sit down where his wife had been sitting not two minutes ago.
"So, you guys come here often, man?"
Phil didn't know what this black man was referring to, but then out of the corner of his eye, he saw a commotion going on.
Some blond was dancing with her back to her black partner, and the guy had pulled up her skirt, and now everyone could see that she wasn't wearing any panties. Several people had stopped dancing, and were openly ogling her shaved cunt. The blond didn't seem to mind, as one of her hands were behind her partners head, and the other one was between their bodies. It was obvious that she was jacking off her partner, by the way her one arm was moving.
That is when it struck Phil, that this wasn't an ordinary night club, but maybe something much more than that.
"Hey man, didn't you hear me....... you guys come here often?"
"No.... no.... uhm, this is our first time here"
"Well I see your old lady is already getting into the flow of things."
Phil turned around and looked at Missy, and noticed that her head seemed to be plastered against the black mans stomach, and her legs had been pushed apart, so that one of the black mans thighs must have been rubbing against Missy's privates.
He started to get up, but the black man sitting with him put a strong grip on his arm, and jerked him back to his seat.
"Relax man, Mack ain't gonna do anything she don't want done."
What the hell was that supposed to mean, he thought.
Out on the dance floor, Missy's heart was beating a mile a minute, as she was trying to figure out how to get out of this dance. Without her realizing it, the guy had put his leg between hers, and when he drew her up hard against him, his thigh was now rubbing up against her cunt.
A sudden wave of excitement flooded over her, as she realized not only was she dancing with a very black man, but probably everyone could see that his thigh was rubbing her cunt. The more she thought about it, the more excited she started to get. When the black guy backed away from her a little, he motioned over to their left where the blond was starting to be finger fucked by her black partner, right there on the dance floor.
Missy's eyes got as big as silver dollars when she noticed the blond's eyes were rolled up into the back of her head, while she was being openly masturbated out on the dance floor.
No sooner had she seen that, then the black man hugged her tight against his body again. She could feel the unmistakable hardness of his cock, as it pushed hard into her, just below her breast.
"Was this guy going to do that to her, out here in front of her husband and everyone else", she wondered.
Mack leaned his face down so he was close to her ear, and softly asked her how many times she had done this before.
"Done.... done what?"
"Come here to swing with other couples."
"I.... we don't.... we haven't", she could not finish a coherent sentence, as Mack purposely pushed his cock harder against her chest.
"Your first time? Well, I'll be. Listen, my wife works here as a waitress, in fact she is the one who was waiting on you two. She gets off in about 30 minutes. This is gonna be great."
"I... we... look, i think you got us all wrong. Were not here for sex, or anything like that."
As they twirled around in a circle, Mack lifted Missy up so that her feet were off the floor, and his cock was now rubbing against her cunt. Missy at first had thrown an arm around his neck, hoping not to fall, but as she felt this black mans cock rub against her cunt, her finger nails tried to dig into his back.
"Yea, I kind of figured that when you felt my snake, you would change your mind."
"Oh please, you have me all wrong.... ahhhh, oh darn."
