"Johnny Walker Black"
by
There's a club in Pennslyvania, called Johnny
Walker Black. It's a swing club. Nothing special
there, but this one is quite different because it's an
interracial swing club. But even that is special.
It's only for white couples and black males. No
black women are allowed and no white single guys
get in. On a typical night they'll have about forty
white couples and maybe about that same number
of black men. Since a number of the couple are
there just to watch or participate only with another
couple that generally means that a woman who
wants the Black experience will have her choice of
black men - and a choice of one, two or many.
The first time we heard about it my wife said, "No
way."
We had been to Deenies in Florida a few times and
while we're not traditional swingers - we usually
drink, dance, engage in play and once in a while
Carole will go with a guy if he's special. Being
special means, he's somewhat intelligent and
engages her in conversation and she finds him
interesting. Most of the guys say, "Hi, wanna
fuck?" So when a guy is considerate he gets
Carole's attention.
I didn't think that Carole was into the black thing.
Oh sure, she watched and seemed curious, but it
was mostly a watching interest and I never felt she'd
participate.
I've always had this thing about watching my wife
with another man. And the idea of seeing her with a
Black is incredibly exciting for me. But, while it's
happened a couple of times with white guys at
Deenies, and once on a beach in New York, I felt
she'd never let a Black make love to her. But,
sometimes dreams do come true.
We'd first heard about Johnny Walker Black from a
friend on line. I was intrigued and mentioned it to
Carole but she was very reserved. Then one night at
Deenies we met a couple that had been there.
The woman told Carole that it was the most
incredible experience; that she'd never been so
excited and had such fulfilling sex in her life. "They
made me cum like I've never cum before in my life.
You HAVE to try it." I could have kissed her!!
After that, Carole was a little more interested and a
few months later we found ourselves driving
through the scenic hills of Pennsylvania heading for
JW Black. I'd done some calling and learned a few
things. First of all, it was the most restrictive club
I'd ever heard of. They required a health certificate
and a blood test from your doctor - and a letter of
reference from another well established swing club.
then you had to show positive ID when you entered
the place. I was a little put off by all this because of
the privacy thing, but we were assured that they use
double encrypted files and that only the owner and
his wife have access to their membership lists.
You're given an assumed name (if you wish) and
that links to your health and ID clearance. So, if
you want privacy, you've got it. Nobody knows
who you really are.
The Check-in was friendly and efficient. Since
we were new, we were given a tour of the facilities,
which was an old farm house. Many of the interior
walls had been removed on both the ground and
second floor. There was a third floor that was all
large private bedrooms, each with a private
bathroom... a nice touch. The main floor consisted
of a large bar with mirrors on the ceiling and
behind the bartender. It was kind of neat and a
little kinky to be able to look up and the ceiling and
see what people all around the bar were doing.. A
little voyeuristic touch. Next to the bar on one
side was a lounge with some tables, and a few
sofas; on the other side was an elevated dance floor
with multicolored lights. A DJ booth was just off
to the side.
The rest of the main floor comprised a game room -
pool tables mostly, a dark lounge with large bed-
like sofas and of course mirrors all around - even
on the ceiling. And in the back there was a large
Jacuzzi surrounded by lounge chairs. This led to
an outdoor pool and patio complete with a huge gas
barbecue.
The second floor was taken up mostly by a huge
mirrored mat room, with some semi-private rooms
off to the side. There were doors to these rooms
but windows provided a nice view for the voyeurs.
After the tour we headed to the bar for a drink...
there were a two empty seats, one next to a nice
looking black guy and on the other side there was a
white woman sitting with her husband. Carole
chose the seat next to the woman. I sat down next
to the black guy who looked up from his drink,
smiled and said hello with a very British accent. We
introduced ourselves, he was Maurice, "Please call
me Maurice - not Mo," he asked. I nudged Carole
and introduced Maurice to her.
"You have lovely eyes," he said to Carole extending
his hand. She took it, smiled and thanked him. He
lifted her hand to his lips, kissed it and then
released it. Carole looked at him for a long
moment, then smiled. He'd just scored big with my
wife. She then turned and resumed her
conversation with the woman next to her.
The bartender arrived to take our orders. It was a
BYOB place. You had to bring your own liquor and
they kept it behind the bar.
Carole ordered a screwdriver and thanked Maurice
for his generosity. Maurice was making some good
headway with Carole. I had a glass of wine. Nice
place.
Carole's friends next to her left to tour around and
after a few minutes another Black touched Carole's
arm, "May I sit here?" he asked. I've never seen
such politeness. She was pleased at his approach
and answered, "Of course."
"I'm Dave," he said shaking her outstreched hand as
he sat. They immediately fell into conversation.
Maurice smiled at me, "You have a very lovely
wife. Have you been here before?"
I explained a bit about our history, and he asked,
"Has your wife ever been with a Black before?"
"No, but I have hopes about tonight. I'm not terribly
optomistic, but I think maybe if things go very, very
well, she might take the plunge tonight."
"How can I help make that happen?" He seemed
sincerely interested in us - not just another guy in
heat.
"I think you're doing it. Be nice and polite and go
slow. If she's pushed she'll rebel and that will be the
end of it."
At that point, Carole leaned over, "Say, what are
you guys talking about?"
"Oh, we were just admiring you and what a
gorgeous creature this guy has for a wife."
She blushed, and just smiled.
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At this point, a young woman with a very serious
camera stopped behind us and asked if we'd like to
have our pictures taken. I was very surprised and
asked about it. Oh, we shoot still and video here,
but as you might have read, there's very strict
control over prints and the negatives. They're
mostly for the pleasure of our guests while you're
here. We show you the pictures and if you like
them we put them in the display board. If you don't,
we destroy them. Same with the videos.. If you like
we pipe them through the system here and you can
watch them on the TV. Like what's showing now.
We looked above the bar to see a white woman
giving oral sex to a black while another black man
was entering her from behind. Very graphic and
very sexy.
I looked at Carole and she just shrugged. I guess a
couple of pictures would be okay. She shot a
couple of the four of us and then suggested that we
change around. I dropped out and Carole was
centered between Maurice and Dave. Carole was
wearing a black chiffon dress with a full skirt. It
had gathered shoulder straps that crossed well
below her breasts giving a deep plunging look. It
was very sexy and her nipples showed prominently.
She obviously wasn't wearing a bra.
"Closer, closer," June directed and soon the three of
them had their heads together, giggling as she shot
some more pictures. Carole's white skin and blonde
hair were a stark contrast to the skin of the two very
black men.
"Hey Carole," cried June, "Lets see some cleavage!"
Carole blushed but leaned forward and pulled the
top straps of her dress apart a bit showing a deep
clevage between her breasts."
"Oh come on! You can do better than than."
complained June. Carole adjusted some more and
the tops of her breasts were now visible. I felt a
stirring in my trousers as my erection started to
grow.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," teased
June, and to show she was good to her word, June
pulled the front of her dress down displaying her
very large breasts.
Carole looked at me and started to protest, but I
nodded and winked. She finally shrugged and
pulled her dress apart even further showing just the
edge of her nipples.
"Hey Maurice! Dave! Help me out here. Give Carole
a hand, she needs some help. She seems to be
having some trouble with her dress."
Simultaneously, both Dave and Maurice reached up
and pulled aside Carole's dress revealing her full
breasts and lovely nipples. The camera flashed as
the two blacks gently played with her nipples.
Carole turned to scold Maurice, but his mouth
found hers and I could see his tongue sliding into
her mouth. I could almost see her swoon as she
responded to his kiss. This was going to be a great
evening.
"Whoa... " she finally broke the kiss. "This is going
too fast. Can we dance?" She stood and, with a
shrug of her shoulders her breasts disappeared back
under the chiffon dress as she led Dave to the dance
floor. The began dancing and it quickly got real
suggestive. He pulled her in close to him and his leg
drove between hers. I could see his hips grinding
into hers and she was responding to him. She tilted
her head up and he put his mouth to hers. Dave's
hands were all over her and she was moaning with
his touch. He pulled back away from her and I
heard him encouraging her to, "Let it go, Let it ALL
go." She responded by thrusting her hips into his.
Then he pulled off his jacket and threw it,
following that with his shirt. He reached out and
tugged at her dress and with a smile, Carole
shrugged the straps off her shoulders and the dress
fell to her waist, her lovely breasts giggled and
bounced as she danced. It was very, very sexy.
I looked up at the TV monitor and saw that the
cameraman had focused in on Carole and her two
black friends. This was all being recorded on high
resolution digital video. It would be something we
would enjoy on cold winter nights in the future.
Their bodies, naked to the waist now glistened with
perspiration in the colored dance floor light. Sliding
off the bar stool Maurice joined them on the dance
floor, and soon he, too, was shirtless. The three of
them swayed to the rhythm of the music, sometimes
touching and sometimes just moving together. At
one point the two men sandwiched Carole; Dave in
front and Maurice from behind. She laughed as they
squeezed her together. I could tell they both had
huge erections (as did I and nearly every other man
in the room) and they were stroking their cocks into
Carole. She was rubbing back, obviously enjoying
the sex play.
Then the music ended and they all returned to the
bar. As she climbed onto her barstool, still topless
Carole looked at me, her eyes glazed. "Did you like
it?" she asked.
"I loved it. And I love you. Did you enjoy it?"
"They're wonderful dancers. It was very exciting,
and it made me feel very sexy."
"Do you want more?"
She hesitated, and looked at me for a long time.
There was a look of panic in her eyes, but then it
faded and with just a hint of a smile, she nodded
and said, very quietly, "Ok."
It was going to be a long, wonderful evening, and I
was finally going to see my lily white wife fucked
by two very well hung black men.
- The End -
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