It's only been less than a year that my husband wanted me to try swinging and now our lives are so different! I resisted the idea for some time, but I reluctantly tried it at first once the last condition I put up was met.


When I tried reasoning a way out, I said I couldn't possibly go to one of those 'parties' until I'd lost ten pounds. Then after I got in good shape at the club, I said my 35 year old body needed some expensive cosmetics. So now after our 3 kids I got a tummy tuck and a boob job that my husband just loves my 38 D-cups that give me a lot of attention when I go shopping. I got so many pitches that I relented and tried it, and by then my hubby was getting into the interracial thing. He brought home videos of huge and hung black studs with white women. I still would not go to those parties where everyone shows up in the nighties and underwear.


But then my husband Lloyd introduced me to a couple from the parties. Donna and Brian, they're real swingers, and Donna and I got along well. It was kind of sneaky of Lloyd, but we met at a local pub and there was dancing. I was wearing a daring dress that was low cut and before I knew it, they were introducing me to Donna's lover, a really big strong black man. He had been standing at the bar with some friends. And when Donna and he got up to dance. Her hubby just smiled when she came back to the table with her lover and said that her boyfriend's buddy wanted to dance with me.


Of course I looked at Lloyd, who just smiled, and I just nodded and smiled, giving him a look that let him know I knew it was all a big setup. So, I decided to take him up on it, and soon another big hunky young black man came over to the table. I liked his smile and his huge body so we danced a fast one. Then we did a slow one, feeling his huge hands cupping my bottom with my big sensitive breasts against his chest, standing on my toes to put my chin over his broad shoulders, I forgot where I was. After a couple of songs, we talked a bit. His name was Shaquille, younger than I was, but he wanted to take me out for a date some time! He was very dom, quite forceful and the next dance I could feel his huge log in his front against my belly. I just let myself flatten against it, let him force me to him with his strong hands.


That night at home I mentioned to Lloyd he had asked me out and I was hoping he would say no, but also hoping he would say yes. I think he had mixed emotions too.


It was so hugely exciting to be wearing a FM outfit and going on a date with someone other than my husband, especially a big hunky black man. It was just so heavenly. I forgot I was married. I think I even forgot my own name for a while.


Today, getting ready for my Friday night date with Shaquille in the bedroom, I smiled at how much I had changed. Now I had nipple rings, a tongue stud, a new wardrobe of the sluttiest clothes, no panties under my short skirt and a silver anklet that Lloyd bought me for my birthday. It said "4BLACKONLY" I also had a silver medallion around my neck that Shaquille gave me for my birthda that said "BLACK PROPERTY!" I wore it all the time now.


Lloyd was helping me primp up for my date. Seeing me like this always got him hot and grabby. poor thing! As he started caressing my breasts and nibbling at my bare shoulder, I had to stop him. I said that Shaquille was very dominant. He is very possessive. I smiled to think how shocked I was that Donna and Brian, how they considered her black lover to be her master. and his master too. How ours had been the same. Eventually first me and then reluctantly, Lloyd, considered ourselves the property of Shaquille.


"No, honey," I said smiling at his fumbling with my breasts, trying to entice me. I was already hot and ready Anxious for my date and he knew it. "No dear, you know our black master could be here any minute and you know how he hates to see you touching me!" He stopped, but he was just ready to burst. I was double dating with Donna tonight and we're getting a motel room. I tried to make him feel better by saying that he has company because Brian is no doubt in the same boat.


Hearing the knock on the door, I checked my appearance one last time and smiled at Lloyd. I love to have him all turned on before my dates, knowing he would still be turned on when I returned.


He's changed as well, since both he and Brian wear chastity belts. Holding up the medallion around my neck with the tiny key on it, I said "now be a good boy and do the housework dear!"


Making out with my lover and my husband peeking from the window, knowing how hard and stiff he was in his locked down condition adds to the excitement. I wondered if I would let him masturbate this month after all!

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