Before I tell you about my visit to a swingers meet, I should really introduce Maggie as she was the one who instigated the whole thing. We met at one of those big convention centres where multiple conferences run simultaneously. I was attending a five day conference in the automotive sales, an area in which I have worked in for more than a few years. Maggie's conference was in tourism and ran for just three days. While the conferences were run in separate areas, the restaurants and bars were communal at night and there was a fair amount of intercompany socialising. A few of our group befriended some of Maggie's entourage which was basically a male and female attraction, and there the fun began.
I should point out Maggie and I contrast in many ways and while we enjoyed each other's company, never in a million years did I think we would end up between the sheets together. Why, you might ask, well here's why.
First off, I'm a youngish single six foot two African American male in my late twenties. Maggie is a five foot five tall divorced red head in her early forties. Age wise, socially, racially and politically, we were miles apart. So as you can see, there are a few compatibility issues. But for some reason there was mutual attraction and we sought each other out after our daily work was completed. We innocently laughed, drank and ate our nights together away.
On Maggie's last night we both drank far too much. After the bar closed and our fellow co-workers had long since deserted us, we ended up back in her room to raid the booze in the mini bar. At three in the morning Maggie simply stood up from the bed she was sitting on and announced she wanted to fuck. With that statement out of the way, she stripped to her green panties before starting on my clothing.
Within a minute Maggie had undressed me, slid a condom from her bedside cabinet on my proud erection and mounted me on her bed without further ceremony with the exception of the swift removal of her panties. What followed was a most physical and satisfying romp. Maggie knew exactly what she wanted from sex, and displaying great stamina showed me what a mature, confident and sex mad woman could do. So physical were her efforts that I had to support her large swinging breasts as she rode me, otherwise she would have done us both damage before the end of the night. She then woke in early in the morning and suggested a quicky.
I was completely and utterly knackered by the time I managed to join my workmates for our day at the conference. When questioned, I naturally blamed my poor physical appearance on alcohol.
Over the next few months I became Maggie's fuck buddy. When she wanted sex, which was quite often, she would give me a call or text and I would obey. At the time I wasn't in a relationship and was quite content to meet up for some fun. There was no emotional attachment in our romps together, just great sex. Maggie didn't want to go out for a meal, a drink, intelligent conversation or anything like that, she just wanted to meet me at a motel and get me into bed as soon as possible.
I learnt that Maggie had a thing for younger men; and young good looking black men were favourably considered. It was a hobby she picked up in the Caribbean on one of her frequent travel excursions, which she faithfully called training and familiarisation.
One night right out of the blue she asked if I would be interested in going to a swingers get together. Now that certainly pricked my ears up. She went on to tell me that she attended parties on a regular basis and had told some of her friends about me. It was suggested that she might want to bring me along. Her going to swinger's parties was all new to me and more than a surprise. What would I have to do I asked? Maggie laughed, be nice to people and fuck women while their partners and others with voyeuristic tendencies watched on. When I suggested that I would indeed like to go, she smiled and told me that she thought I might, and then promptly sat on my face before I could ask anything else.
The next time we got together, instead of Maggie dragging me straight to bed, she sat me down and talked seriously to me about her swinger friends and their party etiquette. First off, she told me that I would be the only black man there and all eyes would be upon me, not necessarily only because I was black, but because I was a newcomer in a close knit group of people who need to be very discreet. I had to be polite, friendly and not to suggest or do anything without being invited.
I also had to arrive with Maggie and to leave with her whenever she left. Condoms were a must, and not to even consider doing anything without one. Also I had to obey others wishes. Just remember you're quite well hung she reminded me, and while she could bang me for hours on end, other ladies won't be able to. She suggested that there might be a few ladies willing to try me out and I would have to take it easy and stop when they ask, just in case they couldn't or didn't want to fuck anymore.
She also asked if I was at all homophobic, the reason being there were areas where some would partake in group sex. She added there were never homosexual acts between any of the men, but there was sometimes action between the ladies. No problem I replied with conviction. The truth was that I was comfortable in male only sports showers and dressing rooms, but then none of the men were running around with erections. Maggie smiled and told me the secret was to go with the flow and have a good time. When I asked where it was all going to take place, she smiled and told me I would just have to be patient.
I think Maggie let me take some time to get used to the idea, for it was another few weeks before she broached the subject again. When she did broach it, she invited me to an upcoming party which was on a Saturday night just over a week away. She also asked me to refrain from any form of sex for a few days before so I would be able to perform adequately. I confess to my vanity taking over and hitting the gym every day to tone up for the big occasion.
The days leading up to the Saturday seemed to drag by as my excitement grew. On the day before, I purchased an ample supply of my favourite condoms. People say that one size fits all, but it's not quite true. A standard condom will fit over my erection, but the tightness of the ring at the base of my shaft becomes most uncomfortable after awhile. Plus, I've had few breakages with standard sizes. It's tended to ruin the passion of the moment for the ladies, and made them a little nervous for the rest of the romp in case it happens again. For those reasons I go to a bigger size, it's not just bragging rights.
On the Saturday night of the party I showered and dressed smart but casual in jeans and a nice shirt that showed a hint of my fine physique. Maggie picked me up in town and gave me a nervous once over, the reason I would find out later was that I was the first person she had ever introduced to her swinging friends. She herself looked nice dressed in jeans and a fashionable grey top.
I was quite surprised when Maggie headed north out of town and into a rural area as I expected the party to be in the central city or fringes. We chatted a bit about what would likely happen and I was again reminded of what was expected of me. I guess Maggie was worried I was going to be a liability, so promised to be on my best behaviour.
We eventually turned into a long driveway and parked outside a large secluded architecturally designed house surrounded by trees providing ample privacy. There were a dozen or so cars parked at randomly around the garage and house. Maggie gave me a little kiss, then taking me by the arm she guided me up the stairs and knocked on the front door.
A male in his late forties answered the door and greeted Maggie with a kiss on the cheek; his attention turned to me and offered his hand as Maggie introduced Dave our host to me. We were ushered inside to large lounge area and there I got my first glimpse of Maggie's friends.
The first thing that struck me was that they all appeared normal down to earth people, just like you would see at a sports event or a shopping mall. All were dressed conservatively, men mostly in jeans and button down shirts, the ladies in jeans and dresses. There wasn't a suspender belt or bare bra on view to suggest that this was anything but a casual get together of friends. Age wise, most at a quick guess were between late thirties and early fifties. I didn't notice any ravishing beauties or supermodels amongst the ladies, just as Maggie had previously explained to me so I didn't get my hopes up.
The conversation initially died when we entered the room as all eyes were upon us, or mainly me for obvious reasons. Maggie set about introducing me to everyone, the names I forgot as I smilingly shook each male's hand firmly and looked into each of the ladies eyes and not any lower. Luckily, there wasn't a familiar face amongst them; it was to some advantage that ours was a big city.
We got drinks from a small bar and mingled with small groups of people, the men showed some interest at me being a car salesman which created a welcome topic of conversation. We were then approached by Dave's wife Elaine whom I hadn't yet met. After a few minutes, Elaine prised me away from the others and took me for a tour of the house and its amenities.
