*Trigger Warning* This story involves group sex, sex outside of marriage, and interracial sex. If any of these topics offend you, please abort your mission to read this story. This story is fantasy, not reality. It is not intended to be real or to be reproduced in any way.
Rasheede and I had known each other for precisely three days when I made the deal of a lifetime with him. He was perfect for the plan that had been slowly forming in my head. My wife, Karen, was pretty much amenable to anything at that point. We had been married for almost eighteen years, and she was bored with me sexually. I knew this, and yet, I wasn't bored with her.
She was a slut, the kind of woman that needed more sex than one man could provide. She kept my cock drained, and there were times when I couldn't give her everything she needed. It took me a couple of years to come to terms with the fact that she needed more dick than I could provide. We made a profile on a swinger's website called Swing Low, and before we knew it, we were inviting guys over for Karen to fuck.
It wasn't hard to find men in the trailer park we lived in. I sold drugs for a living, which meant plenty of guys came through each day. Not all of them were down for a swinger fuck, but some of them were. At first, it was weird for me, and I had feelings of jealousy and anger. There was even a bit of restlessness for me as I realized that I couldn't give Karen everything she needed. I felt inadequate, and I know that this made Karen feel bad, guilty even. I didn't want her to feel that way. It wasn't her fault that she had a voracious sexual appetite. I knew that I had to come to terms with things, and I found a surprising way that worked for us.
"I like it when you fuck black guys," I told Karen one day, my cock in my hand. She was on her knees in front of me, intending to give me a blowjob.
"I like black guys, too," she admitted.
"You do? Pretend my cock is a black one then," I told her, looking down at my white cock and understanding why it would never be enough for Karen. She needed more than I could offer her.
"Okay," she agreed, and as she sucked, it became apparent that she was more passionate when she imagined that my cock was a black one. She gave me the best blowjob of my life, sucking the head with a vigor that I had never felt from her before. Her hand pumped up and down, twisting a bit as it moved up my shaft. I could feel the cum being summoned from within. I knew she was going to make me cum much sooner than I had anticipated. She smiled with her eyes, looking up at me wickedly as she swallowed the load I shot deep down her throat.
I braced myself against a nearby wall as I pulled my cock from her hungry mouth. I could see her greed - she needed more. Her voracious sexual appetite had not been quenched. Her eyes grew dark as she realized what she had done by sucking the cum from my cock. Now there was no more for her, and she wasn't happy about it.
"I want more!" She tossed her dark hair back from both shoulders and looked up at me hopefully. Her brown eyes were vibrant and full of excitement, and her frail body reflected her diet of too much cocaine and diet soda.
"I know you do, baby. Let me see if I can find someone..." I picked up my phone and scrolled through my contacts. There were only a handful of black men that we had met, so I sent a text to them. I looked out toward the street through the front window, which provided a panoramic view of the neighborhood and the city below. My eyes settled on Rasheede, my new neighbor. I couldn't help but think he was perfect.
I should have taken time to think before I acted, but I was desperate to please my wife, and I knew that Rasheede had everything we were looking for. He was probably packing a ten-inch cock, and Karen was into black men.
"Honey, I'll be right back. I'm going to go say hello to our new neighbor."
"You are naughty as fuck," she cooed. "I like it!" She licked her luscious, pink lips, and I knew that I was doing the right thing as I tried to saunter outside like I was doing something normal. Rasheede stood next to the mailbox, looking over his mail, looking up when he saw me approaching.
"Hey there, Bill!" How you doing? I saw your team lost their asses last night."
"Yeah, but everyone knows it's bullshit. They still have a chance for the next round. They'll come back," I tried to sound convincing, but even I was struggling. Rasheede laughed at me.
"I'm just messing with you!" Rasheede smiled. "You mentioned you sell weed, right?"
"Yeah, man. I sell some other shit too, just in case you need something else?" I asked tentatively.
"Yeah? Like what?"
"What you want?" I shrugged, indicating that I probably had anything he requested. I had been selling drugs since I was fifteen-years-old, and every woman I had been with had chosen me because I had drugs. Karen was no different. It was just that I fell in love with her, and I wanted to give her everything.
"I don't know. Maybe some crack? Some coke? Something like that." Rasheede stared me down. I could tell he was worried that I was a narc, and he had good reason. This was a trailer park, and the cops were always trying to bust shit up.
A car pulled into Rasheed's parking space in front of his trailer. Inside was a gorgeous white woman with light blonde hair. As she stepped out of the car, I could see why Rasheede had chosen her as his partner. She had a juicy ass and curves that made my cock stiffen again, despite the way Karen had just sucked me dry.
"Is that your wife?" I asked Rasheede, and though I tried to hide it, it was obvious I thought she was gorgeous and wanted to fuck her.
"Fuck yeah. She's hot, isn't she?" Rasheede nodded at me to let me know that he knew how lucky he was to have a woman like her.
"Hey, baby! Who is this?"
"This is our neighbor Bill. Bill, this is Heather." I reached my hand out to shake hers, and I saw the way she looked at me. She wanted to fuck me.
"I like him, baby," Heather gave Rasheed a look I couldn't quite read.
"I think she likes you," Rasheede laughed as Heather made her way into their trailer.
"Are you guys swingers?" I asked, really going out on a limb.
"Yeah! I knew you guys were! Heather and I were just talking about this last night."
"You were? No way!" I was shocked. I hadn't realized Heather knew who I was.
"Yeah, we've been talking about maybe doing a wife swap. I could go over to your place and show your wife a good time. I'm sorry, I forgot her name."
"Karen."
"Seriously? Her name is Karen?" he laughed.
"Yeah, so I'll go over to your house to hang out with Heather?" I tried to stay focused on the deal.
"Well, that's the thing. I'm not so sure I want to do this. Heather is into it, but honestly, it takes a bit more to get things going for me. You know?" Rasheede wanted to make a deal, and I could tell where this was going.
