Friday night and nothing to do. The name is Eric Jones. I'm a young black man from Boston and I recently turned twenty. This takes place during my third year of college. A few years from now, I'm going to become a Boston City police officer, just like my father before me. Until then, I'm just a young man looking for adventure. The good thing about adventure is that it sometimes finds you when you are least looking for it.
I went walking around the city, and encountered some rather adventurous folks. There was this man named Stuart James who approached me with his wife, Maureen. Stuart was a tall, good-looking black man in his late forties. Muscular, chocolate-skinned and curly-haired, he was something to behold. A beautiful older black gentleman. The man could have been a male model in his earlier years if he wanted to. His wife Maureen was a tall, somewhat plump but still somehow sexy older black woman with dark brown skin and short hair bleached bone-white. Her face was rather plain but her curvy body and fine, round bottom more than made up for it. This gal had her very own special appeal.
The two of them approached me at a bar. Apparently, they were interested in me. We made conversation for a few hours, and I learned a lot about them. Stuart was a lawyer in the city, and he was also a former professional wrestler. I smiled. I knew I recognized him from somewhere. Maureen James was a police officer in the city, having recently risen to the rank of sergeant. Nice, a working-class couple. I was very much curious about them. I'd met swingers before, just not black swingers. Stuart told me that he was bisexual and very much interested in a sexy young black man like myself.
I stared at Stuart. Wow! A tall, good-looking, educated black man like himself admitted to being bisexual, and his wife was right there. Maureen smiled at me and told me that she knew her husband since college. They had some of the same Criminal Justice classes. They were friends before becoming lovers and Stuart used to confide in Maureen about his desires for good-looking men. Stuart was a closet case, but thankfully, Maureen was understanding. They became lovers one night, and started a relationship. Eventually, they got married ten years later. These days, they were active swingers.
