Swinging with Tina and Don

My wife and I have been parents since we were eighteen. No one expects to have that kind of responsibility at eighteen but it happens. I wouldn't recommend it.

Tina and I lived with my parents for a year. My mother complained because neither of us did enough around the house. My dad complained because the baby shit her pants and cried too often. After a year of it, we moved in with Tina's parents.

We stayed there just under a year when Tina's dad was fired from his job. Her parents were broke, they fought a lot and her mother, who had never worked out of their home, took a job at a big grocery chain. Tina's older sister was a Senior and demanded a lot of money for high school expenses, so her dad suggested we go back to my parents.

We returned and while it was a little better than before, it was not great. We stayed there until we graduated. We both found jobs in restaurants. I started out as a dishwasher and was fortunate enough to turn waiter in less than six months. The tips were good but not nearly enough to pay all of our living expenses.

Tina's dad had returned to work and he found a job for her in a fairly large construction office as a receptionist.

At nineteen, we both enrolled in college. We kept our jobs, paid for daycare for Patty Ann and continued to live with Tina's parents.

Our college years were so tough I don't even remember some of them. We were both tired all of the time. We were each able to buy a car and contribute toward the household expenses. We didn't see much of Tina's parents because we were either at work or at school. When Tina's older sister got married and moved out, Patty Ann was able to have her own room. It was small but nice improvement in our lives.

Tina and I had never dated anyone but each other. Shortly after high school, we began fantasizing about having sex with others. She would choose some guy that she had seen in store or even some guy from school and i would pick a girl that was petite and cute and suddenly our sex lives seemed better. About every other time we had sex, it was with a fantasy that we made up in our heads as we progressed from foreplay to orgasm.

We moved into our own place the day we graduated with our degrees. Hers in elementary teaching, mine in recreation. We found jobs at separate schools. I taught at the high school level, she at second grade.

In our own place, everything seemed to get better. We had better jobs, more money, newer cars, and even better sex. Patty Ann sometimes stayed overnight with a friend and when that happened, we took advantage of the newfound freedom and hung out naked and fantasized that we had another couple with us to play with.

Often, while we were in a grocery store or the mall or anywhere where people gathered, it was inevitable that Tina would pause, whisper in my ear and say, "Don, how would you like to fuck her?"

My answer varied, but usually I said, "Yeah, lets take her home with us."

I began doing the same thing and often, I would lean toward her and say, "How'd you like to have that guys cock in you?"

We rarely ever mentioned a single person. Nearly always, it was a couple. When I asked her, she usually said "Sure." Much of the time when she asked me I'd say "no." I liked only a certain kind of girl. Petite and cute. I weighed one hundred and eighty five pounds, thought of myself as better than average looking and stood five foot ten. Tina was still beautiful at five foot four. He tits were small as I liked them, her ass was slender and she always looked fresh and clean.

That game continued for years. When we were both thirty-three, Patty Ann went away to college. We flew to Chicago where she would attend the Engineering School at Chicago University. We took a much needed vacation in Chicago. It was there that Tina and I went to an adult theatre. The notion had never struck me when we were at our home in Southern Illinois, but now, in the bustling city, it seemed like just what we needed.

We were nervous. The place was filled with men. We looked around for another couple and didn't see one. We were disappointed but we stayed and watched our first porn. The movie portrayed interracial sex. Lots of it. Most of the time, it was a black man fucking a white woman and only once did it portray a white man fucking a black woman.

We grew more comfortable the longer we stayed and each time, a new couple came to the screen, she would lean to me and ask, "Would you like to fuck her?"

I usually said "yes" because the women were beautiful. Most of them had bigger tits than I liked but there were a couple that gave me a hardon.

I was surprised when I finally saw a really cute girl getting fucked by a black guy that looked to be nearly fifty years old. He was hung like a horse and not particularly good looking. I leaned toward her and said, "I'd like to take that couple home with us." I expected her to laugh and tell me I was dreaming, but she said, "Oh good. That's the man that's gonna fuck me tonight. Is that your girl?"

I was so surprised, I don't think I answered her.

The movie ended and we walked around town and found a nice restaurant to eat dinner. Our conversation kept coming back to the movie.

"You'd really let that guy fuck you?" I asked.

"Yeah, why does that surprise you?" she replied.

Later, as we were in the elevator on our way to our room, she leaned toward me and said, "Oh, Tyrone, you make my pussy itch."

I chuckled. I didn't remember any of the guy's names nor any of the girls but I quickly responded and said, "That's great Sara, I'm gonna take care of that itch with my big black cock."

That night was our first interracial fantasy. It was good for both of us and it was the first time that Tina woke up in the morning, playing with my cock. When I woke up, she continued the fantasy. "Thanks for a hot night, Tyrone. I didn't get enough of your black cock."

I couldn't quite figure out why the fantasy of a black man was so much more interesting to her than a white guy. If I didn't have a bigger than average cock myself, I could lay it on the fact that they were all really well-hung. They didn't have a better build than me and only one of them had an uncut cock. I thought for a minute that that might be it, but I realized that he fantasies about guy, Tyrone, was cut and his cock was no bigger than mine.

I knew I was blessed to have a cock nearly nine inches. In school, other kids teased me about it. Tina said that she even heard girls talking about it. The boys from my gym class must have talked because I was sure no girl other than Tina had ever seen my cock.

When we returned to our home, the fantasy continued. On our next trip to the mall, we saw a cute blonde woman hanging onto the arm of a tall, black man. I was not at all surprised when Tina suddenly whispered, "Would you fuck her?"

I didn't ask if she would let him fuck her because I already knew the answer.

At some point after that, Tina seemed to grow tired of the fantasies and one Sunday in the midst of a rare argument, she said she was ready for the 'real' thing.

"Oh, and who exactly do you have in mind for this little adventure. What do we do. Walk up to an interracial couple in the mall and ask them if they'd like to swap for the night?" I asked.

"I don't know, but there's certainly a way. I'm pretty good looking and so are you so surely we can find someone. We can't be the only couple in the county that wants to fuck around with others," she said.

"I don't believe you. I think you have no fucking idea how scary it would be to lie down and spread your legs for another man to fuck you. I'll tell you what, if you find a guy to fuck, do it, but do it without me. If you come home and say you like it, then maybe I'll get serious about it," I yelled out at her.

"You can't be serious. We've always been together in our fantasies. I may not feel so safe without you there with me. It might not even be fun if you weren't with someone too," she answered.

"Well, it's not as easy for me. You like all different shapes and sizes of men. Shit, some are old, some young, they're fat, they're skinny, they're tall, they're ugly, they're decent looking. I don't know what your standards are but I want my woman to be as pretty as you and small," I told her. I was still raising my voice but I was calmer now.

"I have standards too, Don. I have just had these fantasies for so damn long that every man I see I think of as a potential fuck," she blurted out.

"Well good. Maybe one of your co-workers at school will take to to a motel after school someday and give you some strange cock," I shouted.

"If you're serious, I may just do that," she said.

"I'm fucking serious. I wish we'd have never started this shit but now that we have, the only way its ever going to go away is for you to get laid by some stranger," I said calmly.

We made up later and that night when we fucked, we made love to each other without fantasy. It was great sex and I wondered if perhaps after our discussion, the fantasies would end.

They did not. On the last day of school and on my thirty-fourth birthday, Tina said, "I'm going to be late. Alex and I are going to have a drink and go to a motel after school today."

I was surprised but not shocked. "Do I know Alex?" I asked?

"No. But he's moving out of state to take a teaching job closer to his parents, so I figured he's safe. If I don't like him, I'll never have to see him again," she said.

I felt a tinge of jealousy, but I kissed her and said, "Tina, I love you. I thing you're doing the right thing. I'll be comfortable with whatever happens, I promise. I think its the right thing for you to do," I said.

As Tina walked out the door for school she looked back and said, "My first black cock. Wish me luck, baby."

I had no idea that Alex was black. It put a different light on it but it was too late now.

I had a miserable day. For the first time in my life, I felt my marriage was in jeopardy. I felt insecure, angry at her, angry at me, and to top it off, I was downright nauseaus as I thought about it.

It was past seven o'clock when Tina came home. She got out of school at three o'clock. That meant they were together for four hours. I trembled as I heard her enter the house. I tried to stay cool and calm and casual.

"Hi honey. Are you hungry. I didn't make anything but we could go out if you like?" I asked.

"Oh, I'll think about it. Yeah, maybe. I'm a little tired," she said.

I finally got up the courage to ask, "How was your afternoon? Did you have fun?"

"I'm not sure you want to really know, but yes, it was everything I expected it to be. The motel had a a big fucking mirror on the wall and I could see his black body against mine and I knew it was going to be great. I loved it and I'm sure he did too. He came twice. I liked it from our first kiss to our last one," she said calmly.

"Are you going to see him again?" I asked.

"I don't think so. You promised that if I liked it, we'd do it together and that's the way I want it," Tina said sharply.

Tina showered a long time that night. She come to bed and hinted that she wanted to play, but I was unsure of my feelings. She played with my cock and even got it hard, but I rolled away and went to sleep.

It was two days later that we discussed it a second time. "Do you have any idea about how we can find other couples, like us," she asked.

"I guess, we join a church."

She laughed out loud.

"Maybe start going to bars," I suggested.

"We don't drink," She responded.

Actually we did have an occasional drink but we had rarely gone to a bar.

"I hear there's a swingers magazine somewhere out there. If I subscribe, will you consider it?" she asked.

"Sure, if that's what you want," I said snobbishly.

She got mad and yelled. "What I want! What the hell do you want? Do you want this or not?" she screamed.

To be continued...