Saturday evening, 2nd June 2018

Sat alone on one of the three sofas horse-shoed around the TV, I took a deep breath, not quite believing the scene before me. After two wonderful days reconnecting with Jill, we were back on the hamster-wheel of our new lifestyle. I pinched myself to test I wasn’t dreaming. Was this really the life we were now living after so many years of a very conventional marriage?

But the evidence was right there before me on the other two sofas. Jill’s two new lovers sat stark naked, their big black dicks hanging swollen but limp between their legs. Sticky and shiny with a mix of Jill’s juices and the seed they’d each pumped deep into my sobbing wife.

If this wasn’t enough evidence, all I had to do was look on the middle sofa next to mine, where Jill sat like a pretty little bird, nestled under the huge black wing of Byron, our six-eight giant of a neighbor. Snuggled next to him as his arm possessively wrapped itself around her shoulder.

Two-two-one. I was the only one sat alone as we watched the eighth inning together. As the minutes dragged on, I felt a little like a mix between a spectator and a fatherly referee. I could see signs of renewed interest in Jill in the crotches and gazes of Josh and Freddy. At the same time, I saw no signs of Byron relinquishing his claim to Jill, or Jill wanting to be relinquished. In fact, with each passing minute, she seemed to burrow a little deeper and snuggle a little closer to the very large black teacher who I knew she found ‘poetic and soulful’.

The scene reminded me of one of those nature documentaries you see on TV. Josh and Freddy the two smaller males, wanting to challenge the larger and dominant alpha for the ownership of the females in the pack. Their eyes had the same hungry look as they pretended to watch the game, their darting eyes showing they were more interested in what was underneath Jill’s borrowed shirt than the game on the T.V.

Byron’s hand was casually stroking Jill’s side boob through the shirt material, her face showing her pleasure mixed with signs of frustration that he wasn’t going further. Her soft moans deliberately kept quiet, as if to hide her pleasure from the other circling males. Lest it caused them to swoop in and take her back to their bedroom, away from the male she wanted.

Occasionally, Byron would lower his head and whisper something to Jill, once or twice giving her the softest of kisses, on the lips, but almost platonic. Byron’s huge arm was still draped around Jill’s shoulder, Jill’s arm now wrapped submissively around his waist.

Jill looked enormously contented and happy, Byron, happy but a little more aloof. I wondered if they were going to stay coupled like this all evening, the evening’s earlier raw sexuality giving way to something more intimate and emotional. Each little whispered conversation and shared kiss causing Jill to smile in a way that told me how contented she was.

As the break between the eighth and the last inning started, Byron gave Jill a tender kiss and got up for a bathroom break. Jill’s gaze followed him as he headed out, making me feel both jealous and aroused. As he disappeared out of sight, Jill seemed to catch herself and looked guiltily at me, blushing as she realized I’d seen and understood every part of how she’d looked at Byron. Even after so many games over so many nights, Jill still had a deep well of social expectations making her feel guilty. But not so guilty that she made any move to abandon her sofa and sit next to me.

I felt an empty feeling as I almost willed her to come and sit with me – but while I hesitated Josh acted more decisively, deciding to benefit from Byron’s absence by swooping in on Jill. Sitting next to her, whispering something in her ear and grinning, before standing up. As he stood, he held Jill’s hand in his dark hand, my heart thudding as I waited to see Jill’s reaction. A sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach surging as I saw Jill smile warmly at him, stand up and allow him to lead her away by the hand.

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Within minutes, I was listening to the same old soundtrack that had rung out from down the corridor just a few minutes ago when it had been Freddy’s turn for a roll in the hay with Jill. When he’d fucked her hard and deep, the initial pretense of secrecy gone, both Jill and her lover able to give full voice to their passions.

Jill was moaning and groaning all over again. Squealing and sobbing, telling her lover how deep he was and how good he felt. I don’t know if it was my imagination, but it sounded louder and clearer than when Freddy had just been with her. I wondered if Josh had left the door open this time, just one more twist in the games he and Freddy enjoyed playing with me.

My suspicions were confirmed when Freddy got up, winked at Byron who was trying his best to ignore what was happening and looked directly at me. “Hey, man. If you don’t mind, I’m going to go and help out my good buddy. Sounds like he needs a little help in satisfying that vixen you call a wife.” With a final wink, he turned and asked, “Why don’t you come and watch? I’m sure Jill won’t mind, and me and Josh enjoy showcasing how we can make your sexy little wife moan and squeal and beg for more.”

I knew it was all part of the game, but still his words that ‘Jill won’t mind’ stung, but I knew my lust would soon overpower my self-respect. I closed my eyes, the beers and bourbon chasers I’d been drinking helping me think I might resist temptation. A delusion that lasted about ten seconds, before the magnetic pull of Jill’s sobs and moans yanked hard on my heart, like some invisible chain, pulling me hand over hand towards the scene of our joint debasement. Where she was being served, and where I was pulled to witness the deed.

My guess that Jill’s lovers had left the bedroom door open was correct, something I realized as my semi-drunk steps took me closer and closer to the source of the fucking noises. Finally stepping through the door to see Jill arranged on the bed in a position almost identical to the one I’d seen earlier in the week when the boys had last allowed me to share their fun with Jill.

Jill was lying in the middle of the bed, head hanging limp and submissive over the foot of the bed as Freddy worked his thick length in and out of her mouth. Face fucking was the only accurate description for what he was doing to her. Second man on the scene, I guess this was the best he could hope for as Josh was slowly pumping my wife’s pussy with long deep strokes. Josh’s face a mask of contentment, enjoying the tight fit of Jill’s stretched pussy around his cock.

The lips of her vagina stretched taut like an elastic band around his fat girth, creating a tight seal as they moved up and down clinging to him on each in and out stroke. The thirty-something black teacher looked cocky and smug at the way Jill was reacting to every deep stroke of his big cock, smiling as Jill’s body shivered each time his length went deep and stimulated her G-spot.

Jill’s head was pinned by the size and speed of Freddy’s cock sliding in and out between her lips before it passed deep into her throat. Pinned liked this, she was hardly able to move her head to look at me or acknowledge my presence in the room. But somehow she managed to tilt her head just enough to make eye-contact with me. Communicating a truly strange mix of emotions in that single but long glance. Maybe I was imagining it, but her eyes seemed to mix sexual fulfillment with a softness and love. Love and a sense that ‘we’re doing this together honey.’

To a normal married person, these feelings would have been an affront to all types of memories and vows. But after everything Jill and I had been through these last few months, the way my drink-soaked brain interpreted Jill’s expression felt all too normal. The new normal in a marriage that was moving a lot faster than either of us had ever planned or intended.

I could have injected myself into the middle of this debauched scene – my wife being spit-roasted by a couple of supposedly respectable black teachers. I could have headed over to her, somehow getting Freddy to extract himself from Jill’s throat, kissed her and checked she was okay. But every moan Jill made and every spasm of her beautiful body told me there was no need.

With a moment of total clarity, I knew this was all about Jill filling the gap left by Chris. Going full circle back to what we’d always intended. A purely physical playtime, exploring new things not possible for us when we’d raised our family. A mature married couple re-living the debauched lifestyle enjoyed by so many young people, not possible to us back in the day. Postponed and finally resurgent in 2018. Resurgent and on steroids.

So, I returned the smile as I watched Jill’s pinned body and just leaned on the doorframe, as these two supposedly respectable teachers had their way with my white wife. One fucking her face and throat, enjoying his power and taboo excitement, while the other served my wife’s welcoming pussy.

What did the Romans say? ‘In Vino, Veritas’. Through alcohol comes truth. That’s how I felt as the beer and bourbon gave me a strangely distant and objective view of the scene in front of me. Feeling almost like I was floating high, remote and dissociated from the three bodies moving and groaning in front of me. Wondering how Jill and I had ended up in this place. It was less than a year since we’d had our very first tentative discussions about just maybe, just possibly dipping our toes into the world of swinging. And yet here we were just months later, a married couple with a wife enjoying not one new lover, but enjoying the attentions of two men embedded deep within her body at different ends. And not just two random new mates, but two black men, pounding her body top and bottom as they smiled at her nervous and sweating husband.

How had Jill and I got to this place, the Vino prompted me to ask? Hell, we were three weeks away from our adult son’s wedding. Just over six months away from becoming grandparents. For twenty years, slaves to a conventional marriage, now freed to explore a whole set of new experiences with as yet unknown side effects and risks. For so long we’d lived a conservative and low-risk lifestyle, and yet here we were partying with two young black guys and taking all kinds of risks. Just weeks after, by the skin of our teeth, swerving past the pile-up that had been our experimentation with Chris. Now gone to California, but still Jill’s boss and still talking to her several times a week.

As my slightly drunk philosophy pondered our careless attitude to our marriage, the lust-fueled part of me urged Freddy and Josh on to service Jill in a way I’d suspected might be the endpoint of our evening when she’d first put on that tiny gold bikini. After years and years of acting responsibly, mature and well-judged behavior could wait, taking second place to Jill and I exploring this new world. Jill’s mechanical reactions to the physical stimulation of a big black cock in her pussy and a matching one in her throat gradually bringing me back down to earth.

Her continued moans and sighs, mixed in with small climaxes every few minutes making me realize I was watching something I could not give my wife. A sexual fulfillment that required two men not one, younger guys rather than a fifty-plus soon to be Grandad, and required men blessed with cocks much bigger than my slightly under-sized unit.

Josh and Freddy carried on pounding Jill, swapping places twice before they finally filled my very tired looking wife’s pussy and belly with their seed. Jill shaking and curling her toes through a final orgasm as the Oreo sandwich of three bodies was finally done. The three of them collapsing on the bed, Jill still the meat in the sandwich as they cuddled up together on the bed. Jill’s lighter voice chatty and giggly as the three of them shared a moment, lying together joking about the fun they’d just had, about how they’d each enjoyed it. The boys unable to resist the odd comment about Jill must have missed them the last two days and about how this must have been great for her, comments she didn’t refute.

Still propping up the doorframe, I felt like an outsider to their little three-person world. I wanted to enter the room and physically reconnect with Jill. To touch or kiss her, any reconnection however small something my body physically ached for. But with Jill trapped between two large black bodies, I’d have had to clamber or reach across one of the guys and that would have been a humiliation too far.

So, I stood waiting for Jill to look towards me. But after a couple of minutes, she’d not looked my way, still preoccupied with her two bedmates, so I cleared my throat and spoke. “Honey, I’ll be either in the lounge or at home when you’re ready.”

Finally, this brought some connection, as Jill turned and looked towards me, her face flushed with a mix of guilt and her recent exertions. “Sorry, honey. We got kinda carried away.” She blew me a kiss and continued, “Thanks, darling. I’ll see you in a minute.”

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Jill’s loving smile and the kiss she’d blown me had me feeling a lot better as I returned her kiss and headed back into the lounge.

“How is it?” Byron asked me as I sat by myself on my sofa.

“It’s fine,” I replied.

“Are you sure, Dave?” he gently probed, concern in his voice. “I know you and Jill have been through a lot recently. And I know watching that pair of pussy hounds double-team your wife maybe isn’t the easiest thing. Not exactly the welcome home present you expected after a tough weak in L.A..”

I was slightly surprised by Byron’s level of concern and interest. He’d given me and Jill and our situation a lot of thought, more than I’d expect from someone who I didn’t yet consider a close friend.

“Thanks, Byron,” I smiled with genuine gratitude, warmed by his thoughtfulness. “Jill and I talked a lot the last couple of days and I’m good with where things are. We’ll take it step by step, but for now, I’m fine for her to spend time with Josh and Freddy. They seem like good guys, and although it’s a bit embarrassing to admit, it helps us fill the gap left by Chris.”

The giant black teacher gave a deep sigh. “You know, with the lifestyle I lived before in L.A., I’ve seen more than my fair share of couples, and how they do or don’t cope with the lifestyle. And it’s really good that you and Jill can talk so openly about all of this stuff. It gives you a much better chance of dealing with the stresses and strains and still being together at the end of it.”

“Well that doesn’t sound very optimistic, does it? You’re a real bundle of laughs. But thanks for looking out for us,” I teased and thanked him.

“Sorry man, it’s just I’ve seen so many car wrecks of marriages in the lifestyle, I’d have to be a bit of a shit not to keep an eye on you and Jill, not to care what you guys are going through.”

“Thanks, not everyone would take the trouble. But yeah, Jill and I talked and the whole thing with Josh and Freddy seems fine. Like I said, it will maybe give us what we were originally looking for with Daryl. Something a bit more physical, without all the emotional baggage that came along with her affair with Chris,” I opined.

“For what it’s worth, I think you’re right,” he said, almost sounding fatherly in his tone. “Despite the way they sometimes behave, Josh and Freddy are good guys, and I know they’d never do anything to cause you guys any problems. I know they genuinely like you and Jill.”

“You’re not kidding about that, are you? They seem to like Jill several times a night. They seem to like her twenty-four-seven, wherever and whenever the chance occurs to ‘like’ her. Hell, we only came here for a quiet BBQ, and from the way I left things, I might be lucky to see her this side of breakfast,” I added with mock exasperation, in my best-offended husband voice.

Byron just grinned. “Can you blame them, Jill’s a very ‘likable’ woman, and though they’re my buddies, I have no illusions about Josh and Freddy. They’re a pair of genuine certified pussy hounds, and to them, a woman like Jill is like red meat to a hungry tiger.”

“What a reassuring image!” the exasperated husband replied.

“Maybe not my most well-chosen words,” he laughed, before looking more serious for a moment. “But it must be a bit weird having Jill’s new boyfriends living right next door. That can’t have been something you planned for when you and she decided to try the lifestyle. So, if ever it gets a bit too much. If you need a bit of space, just have a quiet word with the guys or me.”

“Sure, I’ll do that. If it becomes a problem,” I replied, glad for the offer but my mind already moved onto another topic. “But anyway, on a different question, how come you’re not in there with Freddy and Josh? From what that cute little ex of yours told me, you’ve got quite a soft spot for my lovely wife.”

Byron blushed a little, which I found quite endearing that he should react like this in the middle of what was otherwise such a crude and adult conversation. Despite his giant size, he reminded me of a blushing schoolboy. Gathering himself, he answered my question. “Riley’s right, I think Jill’s great. Smart, funny, kind, and sexy as hell. But remember the situation I walked away from in L.A., and I reckon after what you guys went through with Chris, it’s best for all of us if she just enjoys something simpler with Josh and Freddy. Just good old-fashioned fucking! And lots of it!”

I laughed at Byron’s description – accurate to a T. As he handed me another drink, he smiled and asked another question. “Dave, you’ve said this is helping Jill get over Chris, but what about you? When I asked you, you only said it’s ‘fine’. Tell me honestly, are you enjoying watching Jill with my buddies? Enjoying it as much as you enjoyed watching her together with Chris for all those months they were together?”

Now it was my turn to blush. Even after everything that had happened these last few months, sitting semi-drunk discussing with another guy how much I did or didn’t enjoy watching Jill having sex with other men would never come easy.

“I do enjoy it,” I replied, my voice halting and embarrassed.

“And the whole black on white thing? All the trash-talking those pussy hounds make up? Is that all okay? Is it a turn-on for you? It is for many husbands, but I don’t know if it’s your thing or not.”

“It’s good. We’ve talked about it and yes, it adds something extra for both of us. Jill’s never been with a black guy before, and the whole black on white thing does make it more exciting for both of us.”

Byron raised his glass in a mock toast. “Glad to hear it. Anyway, I think that’s enough talking for one night. You can overthink these things. Doctor Byron’s done his duty, and I’m happy that I don’t think I’m going to have an irate husband shotgun in hand trying to shoot my black ass off.”

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By the time Byron and I had finished our ‘mano-a-mano’ chat it was nearly eleven p.m. When I’d received Jill’s blown kiss and left, she’d said that she’d see me in a minute. That was now more than half-an-hour ago and there was still no sign of her. But equally, there were no sex sounds coming from the bedroom. In fact, straining my ear I couldn’t hear any sounds at all coming from the bedroom.

I was suddenly very inquisitive about what was happening. What I was missing. I’d been pretty wrapped up with Byron but now I was itching to know where Jill was and what had happened to her ‘I’ll see you in a minute.’

Heading back into the corridor, each step closer I became a bit more confused. It wasn’t just that there were no sounds of sex, there were no sounds at all coming from the bedroom. As I reached the door, I was surprised to see the room was empty. The three bodies that had been laying together on the bed gone.

I quickly checked the other bedrooms and found them equally empty, heading back to the lounge my confusion etched on my face. “Byron, do you know where everyone is?”

Holding up his phone he answered, “Sure. Didn’t Jill text you as well? The guys texted me to say there was a party on at Luther’s and that they’ve gone there.”

Reaching into my pocket for my own phone I saw I’d left it on silent, cursing myself for my oversight. There were two missed calls from Jill and also a pair of text messages.

The first read, ‘Honey, the boys have invited us to go to a friend’s party. It sounds fun but you’ve had a long week. Call me so we can decide.’

The second, just five minutes old, read, ‘Darling, we couldn’t wait any longer, the Uber is here. Give me a call when you pick this up.’

I had to read them twice, confused and surprised. Looking up at Byron I finally blurted out the obvious question. “I take it you know where Luther lives? Where the party is?”

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I was lost in my thoughts as Byron and I sat in the back of the car as we headed across town, the effects of the booze not helping, although Jill’s messages and the situation were helping me sober up pretty quickly. Byron hadn’t informed me that Luther lived in Delray Beach, a good hour away even at this time of night. A fact I knew he’d deliberately held back as he could already see how flustered I was by this unexpected late-night development.

As the Uber headed north, I’d called and texted a couple of times but got no response from Jill. When I’d stopped kicking myself for leaving my phone on silent, I wondered why Jill hadn’t simply come in to talk to me. The only explanation being that maybe she didn’t want to interrupt Byron and me, or that she’d had quite a bit to drink and so maybe wasn’t thinking straight.

Before we arrived, I’d tried her a couple more times, but still no answer. The only thing cheering me up was that I’d soon be able to talk to Jill in person. The journey took just over an hour, as we pulled up outside a house and immediately were hit by the sound of loud music and the unmistakable deep bass thud of a party on full-swing. In the ride over I’d asked Byron about Luther, but he couldn’t share much as he said he was more one of Josh’s friends than his.

He was about the same age as Jill and me and was a local businessman who owned a number of clubs and bars. Apparently, Josh knew him as he was a childhood friend of Josh’s dad, with both of them having served in the military together. When Josh had come to Miami, it had been only natural that his Dad would make the introduction and as today was Luther’s birthday, he was throwing a party at his place near the beach.

As we entered the house, I was glad that I had Byron with me. I wasn’t the only white person there, but non-blacks were definitely in the minority. Byron’s imposing bulk also gave me comfort as we pushed through the crush to try and find Jill.

As you’d expect from a guy who owned several thriving clubs and bars, it was a big house and it took us some time to find Jill. When we finally found her, it was Byron who pointed her out to me, not surprising given his advantage in vantage point. She was about twenty feet away from me, in the middle of a throng and dancing with a very large middle-aged black guy.

“That’s Luther,” Byron shouted so I could hear him over the music.

Jill looked to be having a great time. Her arms were high in the air above her head as she swayed in time with the music, her partner’s hands on her hips as he held her at the ideal distance to enjoy the sexy show she was giving. Her body was jiggling and moving to the beat, and the clothes she’d chosen were adding to the effect and giving her dance partner a real treat.

I felt a wave of shock and lust as I looked at Jill’s outfit. These were clothes she’d only ever worn in the privacy of our bedroom. So revealing and overtly sexual that when we’d bought them, we’d both known wearing them outside of the bedroom would be something we’d never contemplate. Red platform hooker heels were matched to a red velvet micro miniskirt, with a semi-see through red blouse, through which a red quarter cup bra was visible, her nipples on show and free to run against the thin fabric of the blouse.

Never in a million years had we thought this would be worn in public. But that was then, and this was now. A Saturday night coming at the end of months of doing things I’d never thought we’d do.

Since I’d realized Jill had left for the party, the tension in my body had gradually been building. Now my whole body was a mess. Swimming in a sea of adrenalin, my heart pounding away as my chest ached and the pit of my stomach was a hollow ball. I looked across at Byron and he just shrugged, as if saying ‘what did you expect?’

My heart in my mouth, I carried on watching them. My attention now alternating between Jill in that outrageous outfit and her dance partner. He was about six-one or six-two and looked to be in good shape for his age. He was thickset with the barrel-chest of a wrestler or some such, clean-shaven with his hair cut short. And he was black, his skin tone a similar shade to Byron’s.

The other thing that struck me was the lustful way he looked at Jill. It was the look of a wolf looking at a particularly tasty hare or deer. He was making no effort to hide his desire and lust for Jill, and she, in turn, seemed totally aware of this and to be enjoying his attention.

I looked back to Byron, his expression seemingly asking me what I was going to do. Seemingly an unspoken challenge. I think it was exactly the spur I needed, as otherwise I might have stood there watching forever. Pushing through the crowd I slowly got closer and closer, but the crowd so dense that Jill only saw me at the last moment, when I reached out and touched her shoulder.

As my arm came out and tapped her shoulder the expression of her large black dance partner changed from amiable lust to instant aggression. A male sensing a threat to his plans and his prey. He reached out and grasped my wrist, instantly pivoting my hand away from Jill and back towards me.

Jill’s look switched from bliss to shock to concern. “He’s my husband,” she shouted over the music so that both her dance partner and I could hear. The effect was immediate as Luther immediately released my wrist, his smile returning as he raised his hands in mock surrender, as he bent down with his head next to mine.

“Sorry, man. You must be Dave. Sorry about that, I thought you were some drunk guy about to bother Jill.”

He held out his hand in a gesture of apology and friendship and we shook, his grip strong and just a little painful. With one hand on my shoulder guiding me and the other tugging Jill by the hand, he led us off the dancefloor towards the back of the house.

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Luther guided us to a much quieter and totally private part of the house, and as we entered what looked to be his personal den cum recreation room he handed me a large bourbon on the rocks, smiling with that professional salesman’s winning smile.

“Good to meet you, Dave. Jill told me she thought you’d be here soon.”

A little confused, I looked across at Jill who gave me a warm smile, “Don’t look at me like that, honey. Josh, Freddy and I only just arrived. Don’t worry, you haven’t missed anything.” Her last comment making me blush a little, hinting at my kink in front of a guy I hardly knew.

“Anyway, glad you’re here now,” Luther smiled, clinking his own glass on mine to welcome me to his home.

We started up on the normal social chat of people getting to know each other. At first, the three of us sat on two large sofas with Jill and I sat just a few feet away and then standing as he and I shared a game of pool.

He had an easy charm about him as the discussion about his long friendship with Josh’s dad moved onto a more general discussion of their time together in the military, how that had given way to business and how he’d found his forte in running and owning clubs. Naturally enough the subject moved onto family, which was the only time Luther looked a little uncomfortable as he admitted he was a confirmed workaholic and had never settled down or found time for a family.

It wasn’t all him going on about himself and his business. He was a good listener, listening attentively as he asked about Jill and me. Laughing at the right places, asking perceptive questions to show he was genuinely listening and interested. I soon realized he wasn’t just the stereotypical muscle-bound club owner you always see in the movies and on TV. He was smart, with an ability to put people at ease. When I’d first seen him, I’d bridled and taken an instant dislike. But as we finished our third frame I’d really warmed to the guy.

Just as we finished the third frame, the door opened and a well dressed and very attractive blonde walked in, greeted us with a cheery ‘hi’ before heading to Luther and giving him a big kiss.

His hand protectively around her shapely waist, Luther made the introductions. “Folks, this is my girlfriend Dee. Dee, this is Dave and Jill. You know, the couple that Josh told us all about.”

(Thanks as always to cbears52 for his kind support correcting)