Interracial Swinger Novels & Stories

HALLOWEEN AT THE SWINGER'S CLUB (1) Jason and Jessica had been married for a little over 20 years but had only been talking about going to a swingers' club for the past six months. Jason's interest in the idea had increased more and more over the past couple of years, but he had been too afraid to tell his wife until recently. It started as a mild curiosity, but now the idea of swinging preoccupied his thoughts. When he watched p**n online, he inevitably watched videos of swinger couples.

I still trembled through my last orgasm. "What about Lisa's parents?" Master asked. "Her mother wasn't home, but Reggie was. When we told him what we'd be doing, he said he and Marge had been swingers since shortly after their marriage. They did things together. Swapped spouses and engaged in orgies together. Both of them had found themselves having sex with the same gender at times."

To be fair to me we sometimes share another female which we both enjoy. Sarah is of French descent, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my me, bi-sexual, though she didn’t need a great deal of prompting. She often reminds me, “I am to please and be pleased sexually. And I love having sex with an audience.” We are currently staying at an exclusive swingers resort. A week earlier we filled in a form outlining any sexual preferences we would like while staying there.

“But every time we hung out, the chemistry we had for each other’s spouses seemed to heighten, and lead to a conversation about--” I held my hand up and shook my head. “I get it. You were swingers.” She set her hand on the countertop. “Mack, I know it sounds crazy, but it worked for us. Jealousy was minimal, especially because we made rules and boundaries. We were never allowed to show affection or have relations unless everyone knew what was happening.” A tear fell from her eyes. “When your mom got pregnant, both Gary and I were paranoid about who your father was.”

, her moments of solitude as she said, when she was needy. That man who took her to a swing party, where they exchanged partners on a night of stars, getting involved with their legs spread, between women and men, who exchanged between them, tangled, while they were fucking, cock inside tight vaginas, in which they passed between sex and orgy, love, pleasure and seduction. With romantic relationships where he had a series of women, again, in sex-switching games, where they ended up in back-to-back thrusting, inside random women where the random romances took on a life of their own.

Another stupid act because of my jealousy. “I’m really sorry. I thought—” “No, it’s fine. I get it. I would have been just like you if I saw someone get too close to my girl.” “You didn’t act like that when Cyrus was hitting it from the back last night,” his wife says. I look at her, shocked. Did she just say he watched as another man slept with her? I look between them, confused, as they suddenly burst into laughter. “We’re swingers,” he explains. “Oh… ah… good.” I don’t know how to react to the news. I can’t fathom the idea of someone kissing what’s mine, much less sleeping with her.

Sara smiled, “Just shut up and go home.” Aaron again, “I won't go until...” Sara interrupts him, “you tell me that I'm stubborn, but look at yourself, you are stubborn. How about you go home and come back at night. I will come outside then. Go home, change your clothes, and get warm. Okay” She wanted to call him baby, but it didn't come out of her mouth. Aaron asked her, “It's a promise, right?” Sara said, “yes, it's a Heart to heart promise.”

“Miss Jane, I know you had no choice but to choose me. If you don’t want to get pregnant, I won’t force you.” I froze instantly. Why was Marcus acting differently from our previous life? Subconsciously, I turned around, only to accidentally crash into his chest. The scent of cedarwood mixed with leather surrounded me, cold and clean. I quickly looked up at him and spoke seriously, word by word. “Marcus, I chose you willingly. I’ll take responsibility as your wife. We’re family now, and I hope we can get along well.” A slight ripple passed through his eyes. “Alright. I’ll be a good husband, too. But there’s a secret I need to tell you…”

Nor could he have known about my second, secret Tumblr account where I spent my time reblogging interracial p**n and messaging that chick from Atlanta who said she'd slept with the Krew before they really got big. Her name was Shiloh, and she ran a swingers club for interracial encounters. She'd invited me to one of their parties, but I couldn't afford to go to Atlanta at the drop of a hat like that. Tommy also couldn't have known how I drooled over every explicit detail of Shiloh's stories, feeling the ache grow and needing to know what it felt like to be really stretched out.

"Don't you want to enjoy a night with me? Because my husband sure liked your wife. He is into the short, chubby ones with glasses, and she is exactly his type." His type? I turn around, and the woman smiles brightly. "Since you turned around, does that mean she is interested too? Because my husband claimed he would give her the fuck of her lifetime." What the fuck?! I've never wanted to kill another person this much before. The only reason I'm not bolting to this woman's husband's door is that this is our mistake. Michelle and I had no idea this was a swingers resort. Swingers resort. That word... My lips twitch again, and my mood elevates. This whole situation is hilarious. I can't wait to