My wife and I are in our early fifties. We've been in the swinging lifestyle for well over ten years and we've both seen each other with other people sexually. We had never avoided encounters with people of others races, but we hadn't specifically sought them out either. Other wives who were friends of ours and also in the lifestyle seemed surprised that my wife, Dana, wasn't particularly driven to find a big black cock (BBC) to fuck. Dana made it pretty clear that she really didn't care about the race of the guy the cock was attached to. Average and bigger was great but it was more about the guy wielding it and his personality. If he was a jackass, she wasn't going to spread her legs for him. If he was arrogant, she wasn't going to give him any time or pussy. If he was a nice guy... an interesting guy... no matter his race, and reasonably attractive, she was happy to give him some play. As for me, I'm a guy. If the woman isn't ugly, is built reasonably well and has an IQ higher than the average plant, I'm usually good to go, right?
Dana and I had discussed encounters with couples of other races and the conversations always ended up and described above: neither of us particularly held it as a fantasy we wanted to fulfill and neither of us was against it at all. All playmates and experiences would be fun provided we focused on personality to determine compatibility. And that's where we were in our outlook when we attended a hotel party in New Jersey one weekend. The party was hosted by a large group from a swinger's site and there were almost 200 couples in attendance. The party was very well managed and hours long. We had secured a room on the floor that was dedicated to the group's use, so clothing was optional in the hallway and security kept anyone not wearing the right color wristband off the floor.
The party ran from eight to midnight in the reserved ballrooms and then moved up to the secured floor. Scheduled events rand until two a.m. on the secured floor but the partying lasted far beyond that as those folks who had reserved rooms continued to host other couples. Most of the hotel room doors were open and people moved in and out among the rooms until almost four a.m..
Dana and I got to the hotel about 4:30, checked in and headed up to unpack. We got an early dinner at a nearby restaurant and then went back to our room to freshen up, shower, make sure everything was freshly groomed, etc. By about 8:15 we were in the main ballroom wearing our wristbands, drinks in hand and mingling. We'd been to other hotel parties hosted by the group so we knew a few folks and enjoyed reacquainting ourselves with them. One couple in particular, Regina and Dominic (Gina and Dom), we'd played with at the last hotel party we'd attended. Dom had been up for nearly 24 hours before getting Dana back to our room for play, so he had a few performance issues based on exhaustion.
We ran into Gina and Dom in the ballroom about 8:30, and we all greeted each other warmly. We found a table and sat down with Dana focusing on Dom and me focusing on Gina. About ten minutes into the conversation I was enjoying with Gina, Dana touched me on the arm and said, "Dom and I are going to go upstairs if you don't mind. We've got some unfinished business to attend to."
I smiled and replied, "I don't mind at all."
Gina spoke up and asked, "Are we going too?" I couldn't form a reply before Dom spoke up.
"That's up to you all," he said with a smile. "Last time you all had plenty of fun but exhaustion kept me from taking care of Dana the right way. I want to make up for that. She wants to experience it and it's early enough in the evening... and I got enough sleep today... that I can do this now and have more energy for play again later."
Gina nodded at his statement, smiled and said, "Go have fun, baby. Wear her out."
Dana said, "I hope so!" with a big smile and blew me a kiss before she got up and followed Dom out of the room. I turned back to Gina and we continued our conversation. A few other friends came and went and we continued to have our conversations in between. We got some snack foods... enjoyed another round of drinks... I introduced Gina to some people I know and she introduced me to others she knew.
It was about forty minutes later... around 9:30 I guess, when Gina introduced me to Darren and Evelyn - or Evie as she quickly told us to call her. Not that it mattered in my day, but Darren was an inch or so taller than I am (so he was about six feet tall), looked a few years younger than my 55, and was very fit. He was a black man with a medium complexion, carefully trimmed goatee and either bald or shaved smooth head. In the course of conversation I learned that he was a school teacher in Virginia. Evie was a bit shorter than Dana, which put her at about five feet four inches tall, and built well. Her chest was full, maybe a C or D cup and well presented by whatever bra she was wearing. Her white button down shirt was unbuttoned down past the bra and she was sporting a lot of cleavage. Her tan skirt was mid-thigh length and worn over fishnets leading down into some low heeled shoes. I idly wondered what was under the skirt and found myself hoping I might find out later that night. Evie worked from home as a piano teacher and was in her mid-forties. Her hair was short, leaving her neck bare and I also found myself wondering about the taste of her skin. Evie's complexion was a bit darker than Darren's but far from what I'd refer to as dark. Where he was... butter pecan tannish, she was more mocha.
Gina and I were enjoying our conversation with them when Dana and Dom rejoined us. It had been almost an hour since they'd gone upstairs so I assumed they'd enjoyed some nice playtime together. Dana gave me a hug and a kiss in the way of greeting before she sat down and I noted that she'd not bothered with putting a bra back on. Her light gray silk blouse clearly showed how perky her nipples were and her entire demeanor spoke of having just enjoyed a few orgasms. Dom had a fair smile on his face as well, kissed and hugged Gina and then greeted Darren and Evie like they were old friends. Some quick jokes were passed about what Dom and Dana had been up to, but the punchlines were all akin to, "None of your business," "we all know anyway," and "if you're lucky you'll get some of the same later."
We three couples continued to sit and enjoy our conversation and at some point another couple came over who knew Dom and Gina. The other couple invited them to go dance and they accepted, leaving Dana and I chatting with Darren and Evie. We discussed a wide variety of topics, even political ones, with no sense of discomfort. Where we disagreed or had different outlooks, we politely shared our thoughts and acknowledged the validity of each other's. Most of our conversation was about our experiences in the lifestyle and what we enjoyed about the hotel parties. At some point Dana brought up the fact that she'd never been with a black man and I thought Darren was going to fall out of his chair.
Both he and Evie commented on and laughed at how so many white women seemed to specifically target the black men at such parties. Some had never been with a black man. Some had husbands who wanted to watch their wives with a black man. Some had been with black men previously and preferred them as sex partners. To me that was kind of like the bisexual women who went to swingers parties to indulge their taste for other women without just purely neglecting their husbands.
