Once You Swap Black Ch. 01

"For couples considering swinging it is strongly advised to discuss all the aspects of it in detail with their partner as openly and honestly as possible. What are the reasons and expectations for it? The potential consequences should be talked through and if there are some ground rules to be followed those should be agreed in advance. There may be lots of mixed feelings related to opening up one's relationship to third and fourth parties and it could be beneficial to play out different scenarios in theory before jumping into the action."

This is what I read from a friendly Reddit post just a moment ago. What a great advice. If only I had read it three weeks ago. The reason for skimming through various online articles and discussions about swinging was that "mixed feelings" was an understatement of what I was going through. How could I've been so stupid to jeopardize it all? And where did I stand now? Was my relationship with my long-term girlfriend Amy completely lost or was it all in my head?

Nothing seemed to be the same as before. I was seriously doubting myself in bed and even though Amy did not mention it I'm sure she had noticed. I most certainly was not keen on bringing it up again with her but something should be done before I lose my mind.

One of the key strengths of our relationship had always been our sex life. It was not just that we were really compatible in bed but I had always found it easy to talk about everything with her. And likewise, she told me her deepest and most private thoughts and fantasies. Neither of us was a virgin when we met but still, it was almost as if we learned a whole new way of having sex together during the first months of our relationship. An intimate and utterly satisfying way.

Together we searched for new heights and eventually brought toys and role-playing into our bedroom. Not exactly to spice things up as the fireworks were there already but just for trying everything there was to see if we liked it or not.

I guess one could say that swinging was just another logical next step for us. However, it was extremely naive of me to think nothing would change. So sure I was about us that nothing like this ever popped into my mind. I feel like I should punch myself in the nose as I remember how Amy had been against it in the beginning and agreed only because I had insisted on it. My heart bleeds as I remember how she was saying that I was all she needed and that she had some doubts about sharing me with some other woman.

There had been two major turn-ons for me to want it. One was of course the swinging itself but the other was that I had never slept with a black girl. As Amy was this blonde fitness chick I could not stop thinking how a thick black girl could compare with her. In my daydreams, a sassy and assertive ebony queen had been such a compelling vision that I could not resist it.

And I was not the overly jealous type. Amy had told me everything she had done with her past lovers and some of the stories made me horny. Sometimes we repeated some of the hot scenarios she had told me about and we both enjoyed it a lot. So I thought it would be fun to hear her telling me how a new sex partner had done something new or maybe even both of us would learn some new tricks.

With these thoughts and after her approval, I set up an online swinger profile for us. We got a ton of replies just in the very first days. We are quite a good-looking couple and based on the replies the fact that we were doing it for the first time was something the swinger community valued a lot. This would mean we could be as picky as we wanted and didn't have to settle on anything that wouldn't be a perfect match for us.

Amy did not have a similar yearning for having sex with a black dude as I had with a black girl. But on the other hand, if someone I liked would happen to have a black partner she would not mind. After all, she had never had any sort of interracial experience either and thought that it could be fun.

On that matter, we did not have a choice. All swinger couples with black women were such that also the male partner was black. So it would be a new experience for both of us. Amy went through some of the responses with me. After those she didn't like were ruled out she said that I could make the final decision as she didn't see anyone who would be a clear number-one choice for her. There were several good-looking men there but she thought that without meeting them in person it was just too hard for her to tell which one she would like the best.

I was, as men usually are, more visual. When I saw Destiny's pictures I was almost immediately sold. Amy smirked at me for playing it down and said it was all too obvious how I drooled over Destiny's pics. She was not afraid to admit that even to her Destiny's big boobs looked very inviting and the long soft curls on her jet-black hair were just marvelous.

With Destiny came Booker. Smiling confidently in his pictures he was an absolute hunk of a man. His stats told us that he was as tall as me but somewhat heavier. He didn't have hair at all but didn't look too much of a tough guy. Based on the things I could see and read he seemed to be an easygoing fella. Maybe just like I was, relaxed and confident.

In their message, they told us that they were quite experienced in swinging and that it had brought lots of good vibes into their sex life. Furthermore, they complimented us for being brave enough to try it ourselves. Life was just too short to have regrets.

Their approach to the topic resonated with our thoughts really well. They suggested that we could have a sort of a couples date outside and during it we would get to know each other. And there should be no pressure at all for us. Nothing would happen if we didn't feel it and that would be completely fine also. After all, this was how it was with most of the normal dates. Sometimes there was sex at the end and sometimes there wasn't.

This was exactly what we had thought about it. Especially for Amy the pictures and text were just not enough. She would have to meet and talk to them before seeing if she really liked them or not. After getting a final confirmation from each other if we really would be doing it, we agreed on a date with Destiny and Booker.

Many kinds of exciting preparations were done by us before the date. We had to select clothes for ourselves and we trimmed each other's pubic hair and had tons of fun while doing it. We fucked many times and felt overall jubilant about how good our relationship was. The normal rules did not apply to us. We could experiment a little outsides the common laws of relationships and it would not diminish the love we had for each other.

A swarm of butterflies was in my stomach when the actual day arrived. It was hard to get any work done as I was only thinking about how the evening would turn out. Messages from Amy confirmed she was equally nervous about it but more or less in a positive way. Something thrilling was about to happen and she was now waiting for it as much as I was.

We met Destiny and Booker over some drinks and hit it off instantly. They were dressed for the occasion and I liked what I saw. Destiny had a revealing dress on her and the shape of her body was promisingly on display. Booker was strongly built and his tight dress shirt gave a hint that he most probably was quite an active member of some local gym. Based on his looks I thought that Amy should not be disappointed.

With friendly hugs, they welcomed us to their table. Some electricity definitely was in the air and I thought I saw them checking us out with a similar approving glance than I had used on them. Since these guys had done this before I had a feeling it was mostly up to us if we would like to go all the way.

The more we discussed the more I liked them. Checking Amy every now and then I was pretty sure she was having similar thoughts. It felt quite probable that something would be happening tonight. Still, when Booker told us that they would have a private word with Destiny on the bar and we should do the same here at our table it all felt unreal. They were going to discuss if they wanted to sleep with us and I would discuss the same with Amy.

"So what do you think?" I asked Amy. But we knew each other so well that it was kind of obvious already. She still spoke the words,

"They are super nice. I think we should do it. How about you? And do you think they will feel the same?"

Agreeing with Amy that I would like to proceed I told her that to me it looked so that they definitely would like to continue. During the evening they told us about their previous experiences and on many occasions, they were hinting that they liked us a lot. According to them, the couples they met had sometimes posted so polished pictures on the dating app that in real life they then did not fit the description. With us, they felt it was the opposite. Our pictures did not do us justice.

Smiling radiantly they returned to our table and a non-verbal "Are we going to do it?" was written all over their faces.

"Well, you are the experienced ones. You go first." I joked.

Destiny commented that they did not want to push us or anything but they were totally into us and would like nothing more than to continue this party somewhere more private.

This was exactly what I wanted to hear and as we had agreed with Amy we told them that we as well would like to proceed. They suggested a nearby hotel they had used before - there would be some sort of family suites with adjacent bedrooms and they thought it would work well for our purposes.

A toast of sparkling wine from the minibar was shared by us at the venue. And after the drinks, we split our group in two. Amy and I shared a farewell kiss but then Destiny pulled me to the other bedroom saying "See you later!" to Booker and Amy.

In our bedroom, we sat on the bed and shared another glass of wine. She asked how I was feeling and we shared a kiss. She was expecting me to make a move but we talked for a while about each other and the situation. Then I kissed her again and went for her boobs with my hand. They were just as spectacular as I had thought they would be.

A sudden but somewhat muffled yelp could be heard from the other bedroom. I looked into Destiny and she couldn't help but giggle at that. Some sort of rhythmic thumping soon followed and Destiny commented on how they certainly did not waste any time. With a small laugh, I agreed with her observation but within my own thoughts, I was taken aback. They had jumped right into it so fast?

Destiny reached for me and pulled me into her embrace.

"Right, I should focus on her." I was thinking and kissed her back. We dropped the top of her dress together and I picked one of her nipples into my mouth. It was large and felt good.

Another high-pitched moan from the other room distracted me. It was no longer that muffled or discreet. My mind was there with Amy - she had another man's cock inside of her just on the other side of the wall. I literally had to shake my head and return back to Destiny. We made out but somehow my heart was not fully in it. I had tuned my senses to everything that could be overheard from the other room.

After playing with Destiny's boobs for a while both of us removed what was left of our clothes. Her naked body was priceless. A very voluptuous black woman. Her bush was trimmed but if you consider the modern-day porn standards there was still lots of black curly hair down there. It looked good on her.

Getting on top of her I fumbled with the condom and as the moans from the other room were filling my head I noticed my erection failing me. Before Destiny could detect anything I decided to go down on her and she happily parted her legs. She was caressing my hair as I dived face-first into her womanhood.

Under her pubes, I found her clit and pussylips and started licking. Everything was really good like the rest of her body. Most parts were somewhat bigger than what Amy had and strangely this led me to think of Booker. There was a decent chance that his genitalia would be larger than mine. And I honestly can say that I did not think too much of the size thing before that moment but once it popped into my head it was difficult to get rid of.

Amy had always told me she was more than satisfied with my cock size. And that even though she had experienced some lovers with bigger dicks than me she still thought that my cock was the best. The trust between us was solid and I never doubted it when she said it like that. Listening to Amy moan with her black lover, I still wanted to believe that it was not a cock size thing.

If it was not a size thing it was evident that Booker was doing things right with her. It was usual for Amy to be very active and vocal in bed but now that I heard her with Booker I had to compare it. Was she moaning more loudly? With more intensity and pleasure? Or was it just my imagination?

Whatever it was it was ruining my moment with Destiny. Well, at least for me. Destiny was gripping my hair hard and pushing my lips against her clit. Her hips against my face.

"Lick it faster baby. Just like that. I'm gonna cummm!" she announced. With great jerks of her whole body, she came and I was satisfied to some extent. But the fact remained that I was not able to enjoy it all as the events in the next room haunted my thoughts.

She pulled me on top of her. When she found out that I was not hard she didn't press the issue. I'm experienced enough to know a woman in heat and she definitely wanted me to fuck her. But as that was not about to happen she started kissing me and added some gentle words of encouragement,

"You feel good on top of me.", "Thanks for giving me such a wonderful orgasm.", and "Baby your hair smells nice." but no matter what she did she was not able to get me into the mood. Our kissing slowed down and ended and I just rested on top of her. As a final effort, she rolled me over and took my cock in her mouth but as it just was not happening I lifted her up being too embarrassed of my lifeless cock between her soft lips.

I felt like I had to give some explanation even though I think she already knew what was the problem,

"I'm sorry Destiny. I'm afraid I might be too distracted. It's all so new to me. You look and feel amazing but I guess I was not ready to listen to Amy having sex right there next to us."

She assured me it was all good and that she enjoyed our closeness. And that she understood it well. She even told me she had been so nervous on her first time that she had not been able to enjoy it that much either. Then she had a mischievous expression on her face and asked,

"Should we take a peek at them? I think it could be hot."

The idea did excite me but it also terrified the hell out of me. Should we? I was still pondering on it when Destiny was up and pulling my hand making me follow her. Slowly and quietly she opened the door separating the rooms and a clear view of it all opened in front of us.

They were facing away from us so we could spy on them without being noticed and by god they looked good. Booker was taking Amy from behind but not in a normal doggy position but something far more. He had taken a firm grip on her arms right next to her shoulders and pinned them behind her. Pulling her shoulder blades back. Her feet did not touch the bed but were bent backward like the legs of a frog and she had encircled them around his thighs.

The position was like some sort of acrobatics. Booker was holding her in the air and giving her firm pushes upwards. With each push, she winced in pleasure and we could see her boobs swinging uncontrollably. We could hear Amy muttering something about how good it felt and Booker's groans of pleasure confirmed he was greatly enjoying ravishing her like that.

Destiny pressed herself close to me from behind to see it better and her warm boobs felt great on my back. Then she reached around me for my cock and to my surprise found it to be erect. She started stroking it gently and pressed herself even closer to me. I could feel her rough bush scratching the skin of my buttocks.

There in silence, we watched our spouses fucking each other in earnest. Destiny's strokes on my cock were slow but deliberate. She was quite skillful at that. The sight of my cock in her black hand was very erotic. With almost inaudible whispers she spoke to my ear,

"Look at them go. Amy looks so good taking it from behind. She has an incredible ass. I'm sure Booker is enjoying it a lot. Would they stop if they knew us watching? I don't think so. They are too far now. I think they are cumming soon."

And she was right. Booker's thrusts had even more urgency on them and Amy's voice was ever more rising. The upright position was too much for her and she adjusted herself so that her knees were fitted together, her ass high up in the air, and her head and shoulders on the pillow.

Booker rose to a standing position behind her and I could see his huge cock. I swallowed realizing that there was the infamous BBC. Even if the myth was not true for every single black man, for Booker it clearly was. It could be nine or ten thick inches he was now aiming at her upright pussy from behind.

Amy winced from the penetration and Booker started piledriving himself in and out of her. His large balls slapped the outer rim of her pussy and her clit with each downward stroke. He embraced her tightly and was now mounted on her back. His hand was squeezing her left boob and the other searched for her pussy. He bit her neck and looked like some sort of primal animal copulating with its mate. He clearly knew what he was doing and I could see Amy cumming.

He bellowed how he was going to fill up her pussy and as Destiny sped up her strokes on my cock I also started shooting my seed in her hand. She pulled it hard in unison with the jolts of my body and I came and I came. Despite the bizarre way it was reached it was an extremely powerful orgasm for me.

Before Booker and Amy could recover Destiny closed the door and we returned to our bed. I let out a sigh and she collapsed right next to me.

"Was it good for you baby? At least you completely soaked my hand with your cum." was her comment on it.

It had felt really good but now I was also embarrassed of it. What would Destiny think of me? Not being able to have sex with her but having an erection spying on my own partner doing it with her boyfriend. With a small voice, I stated how I felt but she just petted my hair in a motherly fashion smoothing me down. She was not there to judge. And she and Booker had seen plenty of couples where the other man liked to watch. No biggie.

However, I was not sure of it. Something just did not feel right. I should have been able to make love to Destiny and I should not have been that aroused watching Booker and Amy.

We cuddled there for a while and as she was so understanding about everything there was one final concern I wanted to discuss with her. I asked her not to tell Amy and Booker that I had not been able to perform with her.

"Don't worry darling. They will not hear anything like that from me. I enjoyed our time together a lot and I think you are really cute and sweet. So what if the actual intercourse did not happen? Men overestimate the power of their cock anyway. A gentle hand and a skillful mouth with intimacy and trust can satisfy a woman just as well." the words of encouragement came with ease from her.

"I guess." was all I could say to it. But her being so sensible over it brought my cock alive. Just as I was thinking there maybe was some time for a new attempt we heard a knock on the door. Booker came in wearing the hotel bathrobe.

He didn't seem to care at all that I and his girlfriend were naked on the bed.

"And how are the little lovebirds on this side of the wall? I hope the night has been as good for you guys as it has been for us," he said with a satisfied grin on his face.