This is a true story that has developed over the past 3 years. It is about our experiences with swinging and how it introduced us to open marriage, bi, and inter-racial sex.
Saturday, I awoke at 10:00am, and the first thing I did was replay the video of the party from the night before in the living room. Reviewing the video was much more graphic than I remembered, maybe because the quality and lighting was so good and my wife was the center of attraction. I whipped out my cock and began to lightly tease it as I watched my wife on the video.
Throughout the video, my wife looked like she was in ecstasy, enjoying what was happening to her and not in any pain or discomfort. She looked like any of the other wives who had been doing this for months or years. You couldn't tell that she had been into interracial sex for only a week. I came strongly all over myself, and looked at my hand coated with cum as I watched my wife swallow a guy's cum down her throat. I wanted to taste my own cum as my wife was doing and raised my hand to my mouth. It was slightly warm and didn't taste that bad. I cleaned my hand with my tongue and lips and stopped the video.
I turned on the computer and viewed some of the web sites that Ray had given us. Most of the husbands and wives had mentioned cuckolds or cuckolding, and I began my own research about it. I found cuckolding interesting, in that almost every man wants to be cuckolded to some extreme. I tried to define what type of cuckolding I was interested in.
I enjoyed seeing my wife having sex with other men, more so with black men while I watched, but the humiliation part of it left me confused, did I want that also and on what level and by whom? I would have to see how our sex life would progressed from now on. The possibilities were exciting and scary.
Suzy woke up at 5:00pm, I fixed her something to eat and she went back to bed. I joined her at 8:00pm and snuggled up to her. I told her that I wanted fuck her and see how stretched out she was.
She said she was still tired and sore, but she said ok if it will help restore my ego.
I said my ego didn't need any help that I just wanted to see if she or I could feel any difference.
I took her gently, and slid my 7" cock into her. She felt stretched out, but it was like when we had sex the second or third time in one night and she hadn't cleaned up. We both eventually came but she said she had thoughts of the previous night, which had spurned her orgasm, but that it wasn't unlike other times when they had fantasies while having sex.
I asked her if she was looking forward to the next party.
She said, "Absolutely", but she said she didn't think she be able to wait that long.
I asked her who she found to be the best.
She said they were all fantastic, that Barbara really knew how to select guys, but she would like to have Anthony again because he's young, handsome and mature for his age, and she added, he asked me to be his slut.
"His slut?" I said.
"Yeah," she said. "I asked him what he meant, and he said he wants me to be his woman."
"What about me, where do I fit in, I'm your husband." I said.
"He wants me to be his main white married woman and him be my main black man for sex and dates. He said if I said yes, he would sit down with you and me and discuss options and guidelines." She said.
"Options and guidelines that are agreeable to him or me?" I said. "What about you, what do you want?"
"I'd like to have him as a frequent lover, two or three times a week." She said.
"Again, what about me? After you've had his 10" black cock fucking you two or three times a week, you'll be telling me your too sore or some other lame excuse for not having sex with me?" I said.
"No I won't." she said. I'll call him tomorrow, and ask him to come over for a meeting and we'll discuss this."
"And you want to have sex with him again." I said.
"Yes, he fucks me good, it's different from you and me. Maybe because he's black, and he has a bigger and thicker cock. Do you mind?" She said.
"So he fucks you one way, and I fuck you another way, and you like his way better." I said.
"He excites me the way you use to when we first started having sex, sex is still good with you. It's like steak, filet migon is good, but when it gets old its turned into hamburger." She said.
"And I'm hamburger." I said.
"I like hamburg." She said.
"Hamburg is also cheap." I said.
"And I can afford more of it." She said.
I laughed. "Let me sleep on it." I said. "Goodnight."
On Sunday, we watched the video of the party and viewed the web sites on the computer.
She made comments to the affirmative for interracial sex.
I made non-committal comments, and we bantered back and forth. I was using our bantering to see where she wanted me to fit in, if at all.
She inferred that she wanted me to be a partner, to help Anthony give her satisfying sex.
I asked her how was I to help Anthony; that he could satisfy her all by himself.
"You could lick his balls, suck his cock, and lick my pussy before or after he fucks me. That would really turn me on, I didn't see you suck cock at Barbara's bi party, but she told me you weren't turned-off by it, and would do it again. That would turn us on."
"Turn us on? What about what turns me on?" I said.
"Be open-minded about it." She said. "Other married men find bi sex enjoyable. If another woman was involved, I'd have sex with her."
"Will he suck my cock also?" I said.
"I don't think he's bi, but I would want you to do it for me. Let's have three-some sex not two-way sex with you watching." She said.
"If I did as you said, how would I know you wouldn't consider me, or call me a cock sucking wimp of a husband afterwards?" I said.
"We've been married too long." She said. "If I ever found a fault with you about anything that I couldn't deal with, I would have divorced you long ago. We're making a change to our sex life not to our whole married life."