My Fantasy Story

The next week, we went back the same night mistakenly thinking it would be the same theme. We were wrong.

BBC and Interracial Swingers Night! At first we were like deer caught in the headlights, but we put on a brave face and went in anyway. Fuck it, c'est la vie.

The doorman barely looked at me, but treated my wife like a queen as she stepped in. Then he firmly said, "Pay up cuck." His words hit me like a baseball bat. A shot of adrenaline went through me, my mouth went dry, and I could feel the blood pounding in my ears. Reality set in. I knew this was all about to happen. I paid the door fee, her's was free. And then we went in.

The front room is more a dance club, with poles, a dance floor, and tables. We ordered drinks and sat down. "Hey Y'all!!!" The dancer that had recommended the place came bouncing over, excited to see my wife. "Oh my God you like black guys too?" My wife blushed, laughing said she'd never been with a black man in her life. "I'll introduce you, c'mon!" And then I was alone, nervously sipping my tequila, watching my wife and this young lady mingle and dance. Wondering what the fuck I'd gotten into.

A tall well muscled dark skinned man walked up to them and started dancing, and they started to rub their hands all over him. The dancer obviously knew him. My wife looked over her shoulder at me, smiling and shrugged her shoulders as if to ask. I was flushed with excitement, a million thoughts screaming in my head. It felt like it was 100* in that room. My cock was straining in my pants. No denying that. I nodded my head, and sealed my fate.

The waitress came by, asked if I needed another drink. I didn't even hear her, she laughed, snapped me out of it. Hell yes I need a shot! Tearing my eyes away from my wife for just a moment. The waitress made some small talk, "I remember you two, how are you?" I told her we didn't know tonight was an interracial night. "Well, you sure look like you're enjoying it" And playfully patted my crotch. I sure was! Then I joked "So does she" pointing to my wife. The waitress laughed and walked to the bar to get my drink. I turned my attention back.