Adventure Regret
My husband Paul and I decided to try swinging. At the time, we had done our own research and collectively shared it one night over ‘lasagna’. Much of the information was the same and some came from the female or the male perspective. There were pros and cons and good and bad.
We chose to attend a swinger event about an hour from our town. It was a long drive but honestly, we were together and taking an adventure down a new path. It all sounded fun. We are not prude or sheltered so we had an open mind.
The event was fun. Lots of (mostly naked) people. We struck up a conversation with a nice couple and a few other couples joined. After some time, we decided to find a room with another couple. We did swap partners and the two females played together. All in all, it was fun.
As the months passed, I found myself wanting more. More fun, more pussy, but mostly, more cock. This environment opened up Pandora’s box for me.
One swinger party I was approached by a much older black male. He was such a gentleman. He was flirty. He was funny. He was hot, in a mature kind of way. This was new to me. My husband saw us and came over. I introduced Paul to Warren. They exchanged pleasantries and Warren invited me to dance. Paul approved and off we went. (Shortly after I saw a woman approach Paul - it was Warrens girlfriend.)
Warren and I danced for about 15 minutes, our hands finding each others body on occasion. He wore a dress shirt and black slacks. I cannot lie, I could feel his cock on occasion as we got closer when dancing.
Warren brought me to the side of the dance floor and asked Paul if he would allow me to join him in a private room. Paul said yes, as long as Charissa agrees. I agreed and off we went.
As we got in the room, the lights were low and the only thing in the room was a couch. We sat, we touched, we kissed. Clothes started to pile up on the floor. I was turned on very much. Warren asked me to take off his pants. When I did I nearly died. His cock was as big as a kielbasa. So long, so thick and very dark. I took it in my hand after Warrens pants were out of the way. I stroked it until it got rock hard. I took a deep breath and took it in my mouth. This was my first ever black cock experience. After exchanging oral for maybe 30 minutes, he took out a condom. I helped him roll it on and he sat on the couch. I straddled him, aimed his cock at my white pussy and I lowered my hips. This cock immediately stretched the lips and the inner walls of my pussy. Deeper. Drop my hips more…deeper he went. My head sunk at the shame I felt right now. I was in big cock bliss but it was not my husbands cock. I started to ride Warrens cock. Slow then fast, deep then shallow. At one point, I tried to go all of the way down. At that point Warren raised his hips and I could finally feel his balls on my pussy lips. He fucked me through several orgasms. He asked me if he should cum in the condom or somewhere else. I told him to pull out and I would take over from there.
As he pulled out I ripped the condom off of his cock and he shot his load all over my chest and my chin. I just kept stroking and the load kept flowing.
As we returned to the open room, Paul was dancing with a woman so I sat down. He came over a few minutes later and asked how it went.
Regrettably, it went amazingly well and better than I ever could have imagined nor planned for. I asked Paul if I could exchange numbers with Warren. I asked Warrens girlfriend as well.
That night was 9 months ago. Paul and I are still swinging and loving it. I have twice a week ‘dates’ with Warren. These dates usually last a couple of hours and I usually come home a mess. It has been said that I walk funny on occasion after meeting Warren. Lol.
The regret is this: my husband is a great man and a wonderful partner. He, regretfully, cannot do to me what Warren does to me. We have both accepted that and have have grown to embrace it.
