After over 30 years of marriage, my husband and I were becoming empty nesters again.
When we first were married, I was 25 and during those first few years we were pretty open to occasional exploring with others and going to swinger parties hosted by a co-worker of mine.
My name is Ann, and my husband is James. We are both in our late 50s. We are the average middle age couple, some extra weight, a little more curvy than when I was in my 20s. I keep my hair dark, sometimes a dark reddish brown or even black, a color called midnight blue.
When we started a family, all those extra activities ended, replaced by a long term PTA like lifestyle.
Privately, we had a healthy sex life as much as possible, watching an occasional adult porn video, annually a couple of overnight adult getaways and I have a collection of toys.
We both had active sex lives before we started dating and got married. While I did not have really serious relationships, I had boyfriends and at times, friends that I had casual sex with.
James and myself had pretty much told each other everything about our prior relationships and pretty much what we had or had not done.
Of the few porn video subjects we seemed to select more than others, was at times amateur interracial. One night, watching some videos, one came on with this wife from the late 80s or early 90s that had sex with two black men. It got my attention that night and I really got excited because for some reason it reminded me of experience that I had years before.
A couple of years prior to us dating, I had a friend that I met at a Red Onion in Lakewood. I was in my early 20s and he was maybe a few years older. Through him, I met his roommate there, a black man about my age. His name was Robert.
Over the course of a few months, we would run into each other at that bar. Normally a group of us girls would go for drinks and dancing. Even if my friend was not there, Robert and I would talk, and sometimes dance.
Robert had asked about a date and it took a while before I agreed. I had a casual on and off boyfriend at that time.
We went out a couple of times, one night ending back up at Roberts house tipsy and I had my first experience getting fucked by a black man.
Over maybe a year, we went out at the most a couple more times, normally ending up in bed at his place or once at a motel. Then he graduated from Long Beach state and that ended that side affair.
It had been a long time since I had thought about those dates, and for some reason, that night, I decided I needed to tell James about what had happened years before.
I told him everything over drinks one night at our favorite bar.
Since that night, of the selection of videos watched, there was at least one of amateur wives having sex with black men. And while that subject had been one of a number of fantasies we had used for dirty talk during sex over the years between us, it slowly became the main subject some nights.
Once we became empty nesters, we started to talk about trying swinging again.
We signed up for a group online, and went to a couple of mixer events at bars in the area. Always making sure these activities were occurring at least an hour or more away from where we live.
Before, when we played, we set some boundaries and rules, like never play at home, both agree on a person the other would play with before we played with anyone or even a couple, that our marriage was a priority number one and safe sex was a must. Back then to be honest, we only tried threesomes a few times, with both another man and woman. And played a little with a couple or two. There was a girlfriend that stayed over at our home and ended up playing with us or me a couple of times, but that was really the extent of our experiences.
So, this time, we once more slowly tried out groups and parties to see how it would work out.
We had drinks with a few couples, and even hot tub with a couple with some soft sex play in front of each other one night. After one bar event a few hours from our home, a woman joined us for drinks and a threesome, really her watching us having sex, in our hotel room. Still, it was exciting and a little extra spice to our sex life that had been on hold for years.
Then one night in bed, in the middle of sex, we were talking all dirty, and I started to suggest a threesome with a man, and maybe it could be a black man. In fact, I kind of stepped into the sex play and wanted to talk about it. I even offered that if I got to explore, we would bring a woman to bed with us and I would do anything James wanted to him or her and he could watch.
