Chapter 1: Frank Meats Joel
This was my third swing party with my wife, Traci. The monthly event was held on Saturday evenings at a small hotel on Route 9 in Englewood, NJ, close to the Palisades. As usual, it was an attractive suite containing a kitchenette/living room and two bedrooms with a total of four queen-sized beds.
My name is Joel and my wife and I live in Montclair, NJ. I'm 37 and stand 5'5", not the tallest of the species. (However, being from a diminutive family is helpful when it comes to buying clothing since I can save money by shopping in the Youth section). My weight is a trim 135 pounds and so far I still have my own hair on my head. Weekly cycling has kept me in shape and maintained my cute, adorable little butt (at least according to my wife). Traci and I have been married for nine years and have three wonderful kids. However, though still very much in love, our sex life was on the rocks.
My wife is an Italian beauty with long dark hair that reaches her mid-back. She stands 5 feet tall and weighs only 105 pounds. My wife and I used to play out a little fantasy of mine; her being royally nailed by a well-hung guy. The thought of my petite wife struggling to handle an over-sized cock always turned me on. In the porn movies we rent, the guys are massively hung and the women all love it. I've always been intrigued by the thought of a guy stuffing his sausage into Traci while she moaned submissively. My own cock is barely six inches when stiff and though my wife seemed to be satisfied, I always wished I was bigger so I could sexually dominate her as I stretched her wide open. That image stimulated me tremendously and seemed to turn her on too. Unfortunately, our role-playing could no longer sustain us and our sex happened only about twice a month. So-o-o after a great deal of soul-searching, we joined a Northern New Jersey swingers group.
Y'know, whenever you think of swing parties, you imagine stunning men and voluptuous women passionately exhibiting their carnal desires and swapping partners with others. Unfortunately, reality does not match a porno flick. I didn't realize that only a club that practiced "open swinging" would allow partners to swap; this club did not. Partners could only have sex with each other as other couples watched. Exciting the first time, interesting the second, boring by now. At least for me. Traci seemed to be perfectly satisfied with the club's limits.
In attendance were the usual motley assortment of 40-ish over-weight suburban wives and their out of shape, un-hung husbands. Six couples. All upstanding, bland white citizens for most of the month and so-called "swingers" for one evening. Still, it beat watching porn movies at home.
We'd just finished the introductions when the buzzer sounded. Our host opened the door and in walked a black couple. Boy, did it get quiet in there!
The newcomers introduced themselves as Frank and his wife Miriam from Manhattan. They were definitely a very attractive pair. Miriam was about 35 or so and very attractive at 5'6", 125 pounds and very close-cropped hair. Frank had to be about 45, 5'11" and probably weighed nearly two hundred pounds.
Our host was not at all fazed since he'd encouraged them to join our group after meeting Frank at a business convention in Connecticut. Still, the actual fact of a black couple joining our group made everyone a bit uncomfortable (except Frank and Miriam who seemed to be enjoying our unease). After a bit of hesitation, we all undressed and the activities started.
I must admit that I found myself staring furtively at Miriam's sexy body. Hopefully, Traci did not notice. Then Frank undressed and I gasped. (Traci definitely noticed my reaction but said nothing.) His body was rather average. But his cock was a good 7 inches long and truly thick with a big, fat head, bulging veins and heavy-hanging balls; and it wasn't even hard yet!
My own cock was no more than about six inches when stiff, and this black guy was bigger and thicker than mine while still soft! Yikes! To be perfectly honest, I'd never imagined my wife with a well-hung black man. Sure, I'd seen big, black cocks in porno flicks but my wife was never interested in that particular fantasy. Nevertheless, I began imagining Frank forcefully taking my wife and I instantly became rock-hard.
Traci and I made love and I was surprised how quickly and intensely I came. Gee, not good at all! Then Frank and Miriam started on each other and it was incredible to watch. They kissed passionately for several minutes and we all watched as Frank's black cock started swelling. Then Miriam kissed her way down her husband's stomach and started lapping at his swollen manhood. I inhaled sharply as Frank pushed between Miriam's lips and Traci gave me a sharp look!
To my shock, I felt my own cock start to grow again so I quickly mounted my surprised wife. Our love-making was intense as we both stared at Frank and Miriam until my wife and I had a rather noisy climax as I moaned, "Damn, he's so big!"
Everyone heard my loud comment and several of the guys looked embarrassed. I'd never said a thing while watching these other couples making love at previous parties. And here I was having an orgasm and letting the whole world know that I was turned on by watching this black guy's big cock impale his wife. How tacky!
Frank gave me a knowing look and smiled. Several minutes later, he was bellowing as his climax rocked both of them. I'm pretty sure that Miriam came too, but I was too intent on watching to see if Frank was still hard. Why? This little show had suddenly reinforced all those stereotypes I'd heard about the "black man and his big dick!"
All of us were staring and I noticed that several guys were getting hard. Frank finally pulled his cock out of his lovely wife. Wow! It was still semi-erect. The two kissed briefly and Frank walked into the kitchenette. Traci eyed me, frowned and headed to the bathroom. I quickly followed Frank into the kitchenette/living room. So here I was, standing buck naked in front of a hung, naked black guy who looked at me and smiled again.
Before I could say something lame, Frank asked, "You liked that, didn't you?"
Nervously, I answered, "Yes, I did!"
"Why?"
"Well, uh... you're so damn big!"
I kept glancing down at his fat prick.
He smiled and looked me over.
"Turn around," he said.
"W-what?"
"Just turn around!" he demanded.
I slowly spun around so he could see my entire body.
When I faced him, I saw his cock was starting to grow again.
"You've got a very, very nice ass. Very small and very round. You ever been with another guy?"
"Are you crazy? No way! I'm no fag!"
"I know," he laughed.
I realized immediately what he was thinking. And though I'd never thought about being with a man before, the possibility of such an encounter was somehow intoxicating!
Several seconds passed...
Finally, he said, "Let's exchange info. In the meantime, I want you to think about my black cock and your pretty, round white ass doing what comes naturally. I'll be back this way in about three weeks. Then we'll see what happens."
I continued to stare at his fat, black glistening cock. I'd never thought about a guy in this manner; now it was all I could think about. Was this something my sub-conscious mind wanted?
Once we exchanged contact info, I sensed that Frank knew without a doubt what would be happening in about three weeks!
I quickly exited the kitchenette as Traci came out of the bathroom. We hung around another hour or so, dressed and then left. On the way home, Traci spoke.
"You seemed to like that."
"Well sure, it was like watching a porn video."
"Is that all it was?"
"Of course. Didn't you notice how hard it made me?"
"I definitely noticed that!" she laughed.
In bed that night, I thought about what I'd seen and Frank's words to me. I was confused - and very excited. Would I actually end up in bed with this black guy?
Over the next several days, I found myself watching X-rated movies of hung black men with white women; hung black men with black women; and finally hung black men with white men. I knew they were all actors, but I was amazed as I watched huge swollen, black cocks disappearing into various white male asses. Unbelievable but strangely erotic! Still, as turned on as I was by the action, I kept telling myself that I would not stay in touch with Frank.
Then his email arrived: "Hi, how's it going?"
Nothing at all suggestive. I answered in like-wise fashion. By the third email, I began thinking Frank had lost interest in me or changed his mind. I was disappointed. Then his next email asked: "Have you thought about what I said to you?" I was instantly aroused.
My email response: "Yes, but I'm not sure if I really want to."
He emailed a tutorial titled "The ABC's of Male-to-Male Sex-play" and recommended the section sub-titled "How to be The Perfect Bottom." It described how to please a man orally and talked in depth about pleasing a man anally. Translation - it described the things I should do when sucking Frank as well as how to get my bottom ready to receive his cock. Tips on enemas, lubrication and "pushing out" my anal-mouth when Frank was "pushing in" his big, black cock-head.
Though I kept telling myself I would not do this, I was in a constant state of arousal whenever I thought of Frank and his big, black meat going inside my trim, white body. I was terrified and fascinated at the erotic thought!
He advised me of the date he'd be in NYC and the hotel he'd booked for Friday evening. He emailed to tell me that if I met him downstairs at the hotel bar by 7:30pm, we'd end up in his hotel room. And then I'd have NO CHOICE but to take his big, black snake inside me. Yikes!
Though I found the situation highly erotic as a fantasy, would I actually have the nerve to try this in the hard world of reality?
On Thursday, my wife mentioned her plans for a surprise visit to her mother in Connecticut over the weekend with the kids. Could I come?
