Chapter 1
Erica
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Twenty seven year old Erica Miller asked her husband Harold with more than a little nervousness.
The house music was faint but distinctly hip-hop. Harold felt a twitch in the pit of his stomach at the thought of what they were about to do tonight. They talked about it for some time both uncertain at first but the more they talked about it the more both grew more grew turned on by it till it became almost an obsession. Recently Harold had a hard time getting hard and much to his embarrassment he started to have a problem with premature ejaculation. After many frustrating attempts Erica and Harold agreed to finally go through with it.
It was through the internet that they were able to find what they were looking for: a private club called Club Mandingo boasting of total privacy and a safe resort for couples interested in experimenting in interracial sex.
"Yeah I'm sure." Harold said feeling more than a little nervous.
"Okay than." Erica said kissing her husband gently on the lips before they got out of the car together feeling more than a little insecure herself.
A tall burly black man wearing a nice suite and tie with a clipboard stood blocking the doorway.
"Name please?"
"Harold and Erica."
Looking down at the clipboard he nodded stepped aside and opened the door.
The rap music was louder than first anticipated and at least thirty people mostly interracial white woman who were scantily clad with black men who were sporting male g-string underwear that showed off rather generous packages were dancing together seemingly at ease while the guys mostly white sat in the background watching. Their expressions were more than a little eager but some looked equally reserved.
A rather handsome black man wearing blue sweat pants with no shirt that exposed hard lanky muscles approached them. Fascinated Erica looked down despite herself noticing as she did that this guy had to be twice the size of her husband.
"Well, well you guys must be new." The black man had a genuine professional edge to his voice. "The names Luther." He said with a broad smile reaching out to shake their hand.
"My name is Erica, this is my husband Harold." Erica said jerking her eyes away feeling rather self-conscious as she reached to shake his hand in which he took in his own and bent down to kiss it.
"So I take it you're here to have some fun?" Luther asked casually surveying Erica and liking what he saw. She stood at least a foot shorter than himself and had one of those memorable faces not quite super model material but extremely attractive nonetheless. She was wearing a short skirt that showed off a ton of leg but still leaving a lot to the imagination.
"Well we're here more to just check out this scene to see what all the fuss is about." Harold said interjecting before his wife could reply. "We're not sure how far we want to go."
Luther nodded thoughtfully at this. "How 'bout some dancing first. We got some more appropriate dancing attire in the back room if you'd like of course."
"Uh, sure why not." Erica said noticing as she did that Harold looked like he was about to object but thought better of it when she voiced her agreement.
Harold watched silently as Luther escorted Erica to the backroom noticing that Luther grabbed her slim white hand in his large black one. Luther joined him soon after she entered the room.
"So you guys been in this scene for very long?" Luther asked idly knowing the answer before it even exited Harold's mouth.
"Well not really but our sex life hasn't been the greatest and we've looked into swinging but heard about this place online and she's always been interested in trying a black man out." Harold replied feeling more than a little intimidated by this larger guy in more ways than one. A sort of nervous twitch entered the pit of his stomach at the way his wife and this rather larger black man seemed to interact together he could sense that his wife found this guy attractive and what's more it disturbed him more than it turned him on.
"Well look no further than this is probably one of the safest places your going to find out there." Luther said with a genuine smile showing off perfect white teeth.
A couple of minutes later Erica came out and caused Harold to gasp in instinctive surprise. She wore an almost sheer black bikini that barely covered her generous cleavage and showed off her beautiful pale skin. Never in all the years that Harold knew Erica did he ever see his beautiful wife dress so sexily. As he simply stared at his wife dumb founded feeling himself to start to stir in arousal Luther was already making his move.
"Very nice." Luther said casually approaching her with an almost arrogant swagger in his step.
Harold felt obligated to follow them to the dance floor an almost protective husbandly feeling came over him but he pushed it down not wanting to ruin the moment. For a long moment he watched them dance like a stranger in the sidelines and felt his stomach drop to the floor. They seemingly made the perfect looking couple their bodies rubbing close together their faces close together in an intimate fashion.
Pulling his eyes away from his beautiful wife he went to the bar to order a drink as he found his eyes constantly moving to the dance floor taking in how they were virtually dry fucking in the middle of the dance floor. In all the time that they knew each other Erica never danced that way with him. As a matter of fact she never so much as wore anything remotely so revealing even in their private sex lives together.
