Interracial Swinger Novels & Stories

, 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.

“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.

Larry distractedly tore his gaze away from where he was getting a great view of Rebecca standing naked in the kitchen in all her glory. “Are you kidding? I’ve been trying to get my hands on that hot blonde bitch for years,” Larry replied, the hard cock between his legs twitching slightly. “Max and Rebecca are swingers but because I’ve never been married or had a hot girlfriend I’ve never had the chance to indulge in Rebecca’s fantastic goodies. I’m not about to let the opportunity slip away, I might never get another chance at that ass,” he added, looking back towards Rebecca’s beautifully rounded posterior.

Celine Sherman and I were supposed to get married on the same day. Three days before my wedding, by the uncanniest of coincidences, I found out that my fiancé, Andrew Hammond, intended to swap the two wedding cars intended for Celine and me, respectively. Celine was supposed to marry into the struggling and powerless Wright family, but Andrew planned to have me take her place. His words came as a huge shock to me, and it was something that I never would've seen coming.

He had a little boy with him who had dark hair, too. “Hi, Mrs. Jackson?” the man said. “Yes,” she said almost breathlessly. He was gorgeous. She had dated a white guy when she was going to cosmetology school. It only lasted six months. He was sweet, but he wanted to have ten kids, and he wasn’t joking. Regina had wanted children but not ten. That was ridiculous in this day and age. They had broken up because they weren’t on the same page about their future. It was just as well because his parents and her family weren’t crazy about their relationship. A few months later, she had met Sidney. During the years, interracial couples had become a little more accepted, but she still heard the hiss o

The dim lights of the swingers' club pulsed softly over the crowded room. Bodies moved in the shadows, laughter mixed with heavy breaths, and the air hung thick with the smell of sweat and excitement. In one corner, away from the main dance floor, sat a curious couple named Alex and Sarah. They had talked about this for months, whispering in bed about what it might feel like to share their bodies with strangers. Tonight, they decided to try it. Alex, tall with a strong build and short dark hair, held Sarah's hand tightly. Sarah, curvy with long blonde hair and a nervous smile, squeezed back. Her red dress hugged her full breasts and wide hips, making her feel both exposed and alive.

“I heard that Mr. and Mrs. Harrison are swingers.” “Swingers, as in…” “Yes! They like to hook up with other couples and have big orgies!” Another gasp echoed through the room. “How do you know this, Carrie?” a voice called out, to which Carrie’s cheeks tinged an even deeper shade of pink. I watched as she nervously stammered out an excuse, then finished the last of her wine in one big gulp and scurried out of the room for a refill, clearly guilty of partaking in these swinger orgies.