Queen of Spades
Chapter 1: BBC and Interracial Swingers Party.
Months of talking, sex play, internet searches, and online chats had finally led us to a well known swinger's club in Atlanta for its Wednesday night interracial themed party. The title of the event didn't exactly mince words, but we still didn't know what to expect. Carrie was nervous, squeezing my hand tightly as we walked up to the door. The bass thump of hip hop dance music spilled outside as we entered the building. When we left later that night Carrie left with a gift that would define the rest of our life together.
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Carrie had indulged my interracial fantasies for quite some time. She knew early in our marriage that I watched porn; we were open about our sexual desires and I had made no effort to hide my DVDs. She must have noticed most of them were interracial. After several years of marriage we started to watch them together when we had sex. Frankly, after we had done everything a couple could do together in bed having a porn DVD playing helped me to get aroused. As she got older, her need for sex seemed to exceed mine, and she was more than happy to use whatever was necessary to get me up for the game.
She never really spoke out loud of the type of porn I picked, but over time the only thing I played while we fucked was interracial, eventually replacing the young coed type movies with MILF and married white women scenes. She had been fine when it was just talk, videos, and toys. One day I somehow found the nerve to tell her what I had been fantasizing about for years.
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We were cuddling in bed after sex while an amateur scene featuring a white married woman fucking a black man played on our bedroom TV. I swallowed hard, looked over at Carrie, and said "I would love to see you do that."
She laughed at first, like she thought I was kidding, but when she saw the look on my face things suddenly got serious. "You're joking right?"
I rolled over to face her, brushed her hair out of her face, and told her the truth, that I had wanted it for a long time, but didn't really know how to bring it up.
She didn't get mad, but was very reluctant to even consider it. We had never even discussed swinging before, much less something so "taboo". I didn't push the issue, and after that night I didn't bring it up again. Unfortunately, my choice in porn during our lovemaking started to feel awkward after that night. Over the next several weeks we had sex a few times without anything on TV, but the sex was lifeless compared with our previous encounters. Worse, there was now a psychological distance between us that I feared was going to grow.
One night after dinner she said the words that every man dreads.
"We need to talk."
"OK." I replied, my mouth going dry. "I have a feeling I know what it's about, and I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. I love you too much to hurt your feelings."
To my great relief she smiled, took me by the hand, and walked me over to the couch.
"You didn't hurt me, it just took me a little off guard. I knew you were into that sort of thing, you haven't picked a movie without an interracial scene in a long time. I should have seen it coming but I just never imagined you would want it to really happen."
I started to respond, but she put her finger to my lips.
"Shh. Let me talk before I lose my nerve."
I saw her start to blush and fidget a little.
"You're not the only one that thinks about sex know, and if I hadn't enjoyed the movies you buy I would have told you a long time ago. I'm not going to promise anything will happen, and I want to make damned sure you know what we are getting into, but I'm willing to consider it. Just promise me you will be fine if I ultimately say no. OK?"
I answered her with a kiss, and the sex that followed was amazing.
Over the following weeks our sex play revolved entirely around Carrie finding a black man. Rather than watch movies we would find several "real wife" video and personals sites online. We would fuck with the grainy videos playing on the laptop beside the bed, talking about what it would be like if the wife on screen was her. Carrie learned slang that I had known for years: cuckold, hotwife, black bull, queen of spades. We made her an account with a verified photo of her on one site, and soon her inbox was besieged. Sadly, most were dead ends with flakes, fakes, or weirdos. We had almost given up on that site when another woman on the site messaged Carrie. Her name was Brenda, and she said she hosted a weekly interracial swing party at a club a couple hours away in Atlanta. Her profile had pics and videos of her with several different black guys, some with more than one at a time. She and Carrie messaged constantly for a few days before exchanging phone numbers. After several long talks together we made the decision to take a couple days off work and make the short drive down I75 to Atlanta.
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We walked in the club, and a woman a bit older than us greeted us, and quickly realized it was our first time.
"Are you Carrie?" She smiled.
"Yes, how did you know?"
"I'm Lacey. I help Brenda get this together every week. She told me to expect someone new. Let me go get her and tell her you made it."
A few minutes later Lacey returned followed by a familiar face. The woman we had seen in all those videos and pics walked up to us wearing a skimpy black dress and high heels. I noticed she had a temporary Queen of Spades tattoo on her left ankle. I also knew from her videos that she had a permanent one above her pussy.
She, like us, was in her forties, but looked just as good in person as she did on her videos. She was tall and plus sized, but with pleasing curves and toned legs. She stood a good six inches taller than my petite wife.
Brenda greeted Carrie with a hug and kiss on the cheek. "Sweetie you look so cute. I'm soooo glad you came." She turned to me and gave me a hug. "And you must be Phil. I understand we have you to thank for leading this lovely lady to our club." She said with a thick Georgia Belle accent, turning her attention back to Carrie. "You're so pretty, you really should put a picture of your face on your profile."
"I'm not sure I'm ready to go that far." Carrie replied with a nervous giggle.
"Oh, sweetie, you'll be ready after tonight. You won't care who knows."
Before we could say anything else Brenda took Carrie by the band and started to lead her into the main part of the club.
"Lacey, help him get signed up for a membership and fill him in on our etiquette. I'm going to get Carrie a drink and let her know what to expect tonight."
They disappeared through the doors and I followed Lacey to a small counter. She handed me a membership card which I started to fill out.
"This is your first time at a swingers' club, right?"
"Yes."
"Well whatever you were expecting, it's probably going to be different than what you have been thinking. Not in a bad way, but once you walk through that door you will understand."
I nodded, not sure what to say.
"If she finds someone in there tonight, and from the looks of her she will have lots of opportunities, you need to keep your emotions under control. Most of our couples come back here for more, but not all. This isn't really for everybody. If what you see starts to bother you don't freak out. Give it some time and see what happens. If you still can't take it walk back out here and tell me. I'll go back in for your wife if that happens. The guys here will respect her boundaries, they won't even approach her unless she gives them a green light, and if she says stop they will stop. What they don't need is a husband freaking out on them if he finds himself in over his head."
I nodded again, but my mind was already on what was going on inside the club.
"You don't strike me as the type, but I've learned you never know how a man will react the first time he sees his wife with another man. And whatever she does, remember this was your idea. Stay close to your wife, but be sure to give her some space when she is ready to talk to someone, OK?"
I nodded again. "I will. And don't worry, I'll be OK, I've been thinking about this night for a while."
"Oh honey they all say that the first time. Just remember what I told you, and if you start to freak out just give it a little time and see what happens. Now go find your wife before Brenda has her start without you."
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I walked into the club, and into a whole new chapter of our marriage. I spotted Carrie and Brenda immediately, talking to two black guys on a couch. I thought I recognized one of them from one of Brenda's videos. He was tall, fit, and clean cut, and sat there smiling up at my wife while his eyes spent a good deal of time looking up and down her legs. Lacey was right, seeing it start to unfold in person caused the first real twinge of jealousy to rise inside me.
I looked around the club, taking it all in. The lower level was a pretty typical lounge with a small dancefloor. Stairs led up to an open loft area which looked to be vacant at the moment. There were several white couples and some single women scattered around the room, and the rest of the patrons consisted of a dozen or so black men.
Even in her short cocktail dress Carrie was the most conservatively dressed woman in the place. Most of the women wore pretty revealing club dresses with lots of skin and lace on display. A pretty brunette sitting next to a younger black man was the rare exception. She wore a floral print dress that seemed a bit too innocent for the occasion, but the look on her eyes as she leaned in for a kiss was anything but. On her ankle she sported a silver Queen of Spades anklet.
Brenda spotted me and waved me over. I walked up to them and stood next to Carrie.
"I was just introducing your wife to some friends of mine. Phillip, this is TJ and Marcus. You might recognize TJ from one of my videos." She purred.
"Hi there." I nodded across the couch at Marcus and extended my hand to TJ.
"Hello, and thank you for bringing this fine woman to our little party."
He shook my hand, and it gave me the strangest feeling shaking the hand of a man who was clearly thinking about fucking my wife. And again, the unexpected jealousy flared.
They spoke a little longer, Carrie giggling like a nervous twenty year old every time TJ complimented her. Before my jealousy got too bad, Brenda took Carrie's hand to lead her across the room. "I want you to meet a few more people before it starts to get busy here."
"Hope to see you again soon Carrie." TJ said as we walked away, and the glint in her eye told me she was thinking the same thing.
After several introductions we found ourselves at a table with another couple, the wife was the brunette I had seen making out when I walked into the room. She had since rejoined her husband. Amy and Nick were their names, and Brenda had wanted us to meet. Like us they were in their forties, and had been drawn to the interracial swinging scene.
"First time here?" Amy asked Carrie
"First time anywhere. We've never been inside a swing club period." Carrie replied with a nervous giggle.
"Brave girl. It took us several times coming here on regular nights before Nick could talk me into trying one of Brenda's parties."
"So it's always the husband's idea then?" Carrie giggled, elbowing me playfully.
"Always the husband's idea to start, but always the wife's idea to keep coming back. Right sweetie?" Amy glanced at Nick, who nodded yes. "We haven't been to a regular swing party since we started coming to these. Brenda likes to say once you go black, you'll always come back."
"So what usually happens when things get going?"
"Mostly dancing and fooling around down here, occasionally something a little racier. Like a regular dance club but with a lot of topless women around. A lot of couples will meet up with someone down here and head back to their hotel before taking things any further." She pointed over to the stairs. "Upstairs, it's anything goes. There are some beds, a lot of mirrors, and the only limits are what you're willing to do."
"How about you? What have you done?" Carrie asked, intently.
"Until last time we had been going back to a hotel room, but Brenda took me upstairs, just to watch, when we came last week. Watching Brenda up there was amazing; I haven't stopped thinking about it since." She bit her lip, blushing a little and glancing over at Nick. "I think I'm going up there with Ray tonight. We were talking about it when you two joined us."
"That's who you were with when I walked in?" I asked
"Yeah, you might say we have a history. I thought it would help to be with someone I know for my first time up in the loft."
At that, Ray walked up to the table, a drink in hand. He smiled at Carrie, but his mind was clearly on Amy.
"So..." He said, smiling confidently.
"So..." Amy replied, taking the glass from him. She drained half the glass with a long sip, and sat it down on the table. "Are you ready to take a girl upstairs?"
Ray took her hand, but before she got up she turned and whispered to Carrie. "This will be you soon. I can tell it in your eyes. Have fun tonight." With that, she stood and let Ray lead her up the stairs to the loft with Nick following along behind.
We were left briefly to ourselves, and around us the dancefloor had begun to fill up with couples. A few of the women were already topless, and most of those still clothed left little to the imagination. I was about to ask Carrie if she wanted to go ask one of the guys she had met earlier to dance when Brenda walked up to us with Marcus and TJ.
"I thought Carrie might want to join us on the dancefloor to unwind a little." Brenda said with a devilish smile. "She looks a little nervous."
TJ looked over at me. "OK if I ask your wife to dance?"
The politeness surprised me, and the innocence of the question belied the more serious consequences of what granting his request was ultimately leading to. "Of course." Was all I could say.
"Carrie, care to join me?"
She glanced at me, and I nodded. She kissed me on the cheek as she stood. "I love you." She whispered, then walked out onto the floor with him with Brenda and Marcus following along.
They danced longer than I had expected. Closer and slower too. During the first song TJ's hands had started on her lower back, but had found their way down to her ass as the mix moved from song to song. Carrie's hands had found their way around his neck, and the glint of light off her diamond ring caught my eye. The twinge of jealousy I had felt earlier came roaring back, and I felt my face flushing. I also began to stiffen in my pants as conflicting emotions ran through my mind.
After what seemed like an hour there was a break in the music, and Carrie walked over to me as TJ made his way over to the bar. I stood to meet her. When she got close I could see how flushed she was, like she got on the nights we had watched porn talking about her fucking a black man herself. Seeing this turned on by another man made me forget my jealousy. She was beautiful.
"We need to talk. If you're not OK with this say so now OK?" She kissed me deeply and pulled me close. I felt my erection press against her belly. She looked up at me, smiling. "Feels like you're really OK with this."
"Do you want him?" I asked.
She paused ever so slightly, then nodded.
"You're OK with me being there?"
She nodded. "I need you to be with me for this."
"When are we leaving?" We had agreed earlier that if she met anyone that clicked we would go back to the hotel room we had rented nearby.
"Soon, but first Brenda wants me to go see the loft. She's going up with Marcus right now."
I looked up to see the two of them disappear through the curtain at the top of the stairs.
"OK. I'll walk you up."
"You can't baby. Brenda said its club rules, husbands can only come up if their wife is playing with someone. They don't want guys coming up just to gawk." Suddenly she lowered her hand and rubbed my crotch, uncharacteristically aggressive for her. "Besides, you'll get to see plenty of me and TJ later."
Before I could respond, TJ walked up with three drinks. "I thought you could use one yourself." He said, handing me a glass of scotch and keeping the other two for himself and Carrie. He looked over at Carrie. "Ready to go upstairs?"
She nodded, smiled at me, and walked away. I drained my drink as I watched them walk upstairs and into the loft.
I had no idea how long I would have to wait, so I grabbed another drink and sat back at the table and took in the scene. Several other husbands sat around the room, watching their wives paired off with black men either out on the dance floor or on the couches scattered around the room. During a break in the music I could hear the sounds of a woman crying out in pleasure from the room above. It wasn't Carrie, but I wondered what she must be thinking as she watched the action up above.
I had finished my fourth, maybe fifth drink and was starting to feel a little buzzed when I saw a topless woman making her way down the stairs. It was Lacey, the woman whom had met me earlier at the door. I hadn't noticed her go upstairs. She was wearing only her sheer skirt, and she too sported a Queen of Spades tat on her left breast where it would just be covered by a bikini top. She spotted me and made her way across the room. I could see she was flushed with beads of sweat still around her neckline, and I suspected it was her I had heard earlier. She was smiling, but looked like she had something serious to say.
"Phil honey, I think you need to come upstairs with me."
"What's wrong?" I blurted out. "Is Carrie OK?" My heart was now pounding.
"Nothing's wrong, and she's OK. Very OK. Just come upstairs with me. She wants you to be up there."
My mind reeled. I knew she was going to fuck TJ tonight, but things were playing out faster than I was prepared for. I followed Lacey upstairs and into the loft not knowing what would greet me on the other side.
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As I entered the loft the first thing I saw was Brenda on the bed to the left of the room. She was on her hands and knees as Marcus fucked her from behind. Next to the bed I saw Carrie standing in front of TJ watching the action. His left hand cupped her breast through her dress, and his right on her thigh, pushing her dress up nearly to her crotch. She turned and kissed him, pressing her body tight to his.
"Oh my fucking god..." I said, almost in a whisper.
Lacey grasped my hand. "She'll be fine. TJ's very gentle with new ladies. Brenda set her up well for tonight. When she notices you're here be sure to let her know you're fine. She wasn't going to go any further until you came up here."
I finally made eye contact with Carrie. She was wide eyed, breathing heavily, and I could tell she was aching to take the next step with TJ. Suddenly I wanted to run across the room and tear her away before it was too late, and Lacey must have sensed my apprehension. She squeezed my hand tighter, almost painfully.
"Let her know it's OK. You started this, but she wants it for herself now." She whispered.
I paused for a second, my eyes locked with Carrie's, then forced myself to smile and nod to her, giving in to the inevitable
She mouthed "I love you." to me, then turned her attentions back to TJ.
I thought things would move fast, but TJ took his time. They alternated between kissing and watching Marcus fuck Brenda on the bed in front of them. The magnitude of what my wife of fifteen years was now doing started to sink in. He turned her to face Brenda, slipping the straps of her dress off her shoulders and pushing it down over her hips onto the floor. She stood there in nothing but her panties; beautiful, exposed, and vulnerable. When he slipped his hand under the lace she arched her back against him and moaned loudly. He was whispering in her ear as he fingered her slit, what I could not hear, but her response I could easily read on her lips: "yes, yes, yes..."
I had to turn away, noticing for the first time since coming up to the loft the woman we had met earlier. Amy sat astride the man that had led her up here earlier, fucking cowgirl style. Her husband, whose name I had already forgotten, stood next to the bed holding her hand. Her "innocent" floral dress was crumpled at the foot of the bed as she energetically fucked her bull.
A noise from the bed on the left caused me to turn back. Marcus was clearly cumming, thrusting forcefully into Brenda as he finished. They lay together on the bed for a couple minutes, catching their breath. Carrie was now standing next to TJ and holding his hand as they awaited their turn on the bed.
When Brenda finally slipped off the bed she walked up to Carrie and whispered in her ear, looking over at me as she did so. Brenda turned to grab a fresh set of sheets for the bed from a wicker basket, and Carrie walked over to me, flushed, sweaty, and trembling.
"I need to know you're OK with this. If you tell me no, we'll leave now, no questions, and we'll find a way to get past what happened tonight. But if we stay, I want you to know I'm doing this for me and not you. I want him to fuck me." She pulled me close for a long kiss. "Are you OK?" She asked as she pulled away.
All I could do was nod yes. I ached to say no, take her hand, and walk away, but it had gone too far. So I nodded yes.
She smiled back at me, then turned and walked back to TJ. They kissed again, and then TJ began to undress. He slipped his underwear down, freeing his cock as Carrie dropped to her knees before him. She began to stroke him and then looked over at me one last time before taking him in her mouth. Watching her suck his cock felt like an out of body experience. My mind raged, but my body, seemingly far away, betrayed me. My dick hardened, straining against my pants, as my breath and pulse quickened.
Brenda replaced Lacey at my side, silently taking my hand, and stood there watching with me. Carrie was amazing at giving blowjobs, easily making me cum within minutes if she wanted. She had saved her best for tonight. She licked slowly up his shaft, flicked her tongue across the tip while stroking him, and then took him deeply into her throat.
"Fuck yeah baby, suck that dick." TJ said as she worked his cock with her mouth. "Get that black cock good and wet before I fuck you with it. You couldn't wait to get back to the hotel could you?" He was dominant, but not mean, and I wondered how much of this was a show he put on for the husbands of the women he fucked. Show or not, Carrie moaned longingly with his every command.
"Mmm mmm mmm mmm" Was all I heard from Carrie as his dick slid in and out of her mouth.
"Your husband was a lucky man to find someone that can suck a cock like you. Goddamn that's good head. I can't wait to feel that tight married pussy." he said, pulling her by the back of the head and driving his shaft farther into her throat. She gagged a little but did not pull away. Drool began to run from her mouth and down her chin. At last he released her, and she leaned back to catch her breath.
"You want me to fuck you now?" He asked, stroking his cock inches from her face.
"Yes." She said breathlessly. "Oh god yes..."
He helped her up from the floor and onto the bed. He hooked his thumbs under the hem of her panties, sliding them down and off her legs. She opened her legs for him, surrendering her freshly trimmed and damp pussy to her first black lover. The only relief that I felt since watching them kiss was when he retrieved a condom from a bowl near the bed before climbing on top of her. That relief faded, and the whirlwind in my mind sped up as he entered her.
She cried out, as much in surprise as in pain, as a cock far larger than mine pushed into her flesh. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." she gasped as he entered her nearly to the hilt. "Oh my god, oh fuck go slow..." She said with a trembling voice.
He fucked her with a slow steady pace at first but began to pick up his pace as she slowly stretched to accommodate him. She spread her legs wide, giving him as much access to her as she could.
"Fuck, that's some sweet white pussy." TJ said, now breathing heavily as he fucked her harder, making the bed squeak and Carrie moan with every thrust. "Tell me you love that big black cock inside you."
"I... love... it..." She gasped, only getting out a word at a time between his thrusts.
"Say it then. Say you love my big black cock inside of you."
"I love... your... big... black... cock... inside me... Oh fuck... oh fuck... oh fuck meeeeee." She cried out, her voice fading to just moans each time he buried himself inside her.
It suddenly struck me that I had never watched a couple fuck from this vantage before. It was not the close up views of most pornos, but the sight of a large back man atop my wife just a few feet away was the most erotic sight I had ever seen. The sight of her feet swaying in the air, the sparkle of the diamond ring on her pale hand contrasted against his dark skin, and the sounds of her moaning with pleasure hit me like a wave. Whatever misgivings I had built to this point washed away with it.
Suddenly Carrie came, crying out and rocking her hips against TJ as he continued to fuck her. The sounds she made were unlike any I had every heard from her.
"Oh my god." I said, not realizing I had said it aloud until Brenda replied.
She had been holding my hand the entire time, not that I had noticed, and gave me a gentle squeeze. "It's not what you thought it would be is it?" She asked, a knowing smile on her face.
"No. It's not." I said, turning my gaze back to Carrie, whose orgasm was now subsiding. Her breath came in shallow gasps as TJ picked up his pace, nearing completion himself.
"It never is. But I had a feeling that the two of you would be OK. Just look at your pretty wife. Trust me, it's not what she was expecting to feel either. Look how she's given her body to him."
Carrie had locked her ankles together behind TJ's back, pulling him deeper inside. Their lips were pressed tightly together.
"Just remember, she is going to be a different woman after tonight, and you'll need to be a different man for her." She said, somewhat cryptically.
Before that last bit sank in, TJ groaned loudly and pressed deep inside as he came. He finished, collapsing down onto Carrie and kissing her for several minutes before finally pulling out.
"It feels a little weird the first time you see it." A man's voice spoke beside me.
I turned to see Amy's husband, Nick, whose name I finally remembered. Amy sat on the edge of the bed behind him, slipping back into her dress.
"Yeah, that's one way to put it."
"The first time we tried swinging I wanted to run away when I saw Amy kiss another guy. Now all I think about is seeing her with black men. I have no idea how we got this far, but we'll never go back to what we ewre before. I hope this works out for the two of you as good as it has for us."
Before I could respond, Amy walked up to Nick and gave him a long kiss.
"Hi there." She said to me, smiling. "Glad to see you two had a good time tonight. She's a wild one, coming up here on her first time. I'd love to talk to her some more but Nick's giving me a little extra playtime tonight." She motioned over to the top of the stairs, where her lover for the night stood waiting for her. "Were going to our room now, but I have a feeling we'll see the two of you back down here again though. Tell your wife I'm happy for her."
We said our goodbyes, and I watched the three of them disappear down the stairs together, Ray and Amy hand in hand and Nick following happily behind.
I stood there alone, waiting for Carrie and TJ to leave each other's arms. Brenda and Lacey had disappeared back downstairs, and another couple had begun to disrobe on the bed recently vacated by Amy and Ray. At long last TJ slid over to the edge of the bed and began to dress. Carrie got up and walked over to me, still naked and trembling, and kissed me. "Thank you." She said, her voice raspy. "Just tell me I can do this again and I'll fuck you so good when we get back to the room tonight."
I did, and she did.
We had said goodbye to Brenda before leaving the club. She walked us to the door and stopped at a desk to retrieve a small felt box from a drawer. Inside was a silver anklet with two charms: a Q and a spade.
"I give these to special friends after their first time, just in case you want to advertise a little. You probably already know what it stands for, but if not have fun looking it up. I hope get to see you wear it here soon." Brenda said, and gave Carrie a goodbye kiss on the cheek.
We never really spoke together about what had happened; we didn't need to. I was so worked up that when we made it back to the room that Carrie went down on me I nearly blew my load in her throat before we could fuck, and barely lasted a minute once I was inside her. She didn't seem to mind, having already been satisfied beyond her imagination for the night.
Driving back home the next day I noticed she was wearing the anklet Brenda had given her, going so far as to prop her feet up on the dash so I could see it, silently teasing me to arousal. She never mentioned it the entire drive back, but as soon as we were in the door we tore each other's clothes off and fucked again.
It would be a couple years and several trips to Atlanta later before she would wear her anklet in public places. Now she rarely leaves home without it on. Over time, our sex life has changed, becoming more about her and less about me. As we dove deeper into the hotwife lifestyle, that anklet became our constant reminder of her first step down the path to becoming black owned. Our life is much different now, and I wouldn't trade it for the world.
Chapter 2 - The Return
It was an unspoken assumption that Carrie wanted to return to Atlanta as soon as possible for another of Brenda's interracial swinger parties. She had emailed her a few times over the past few weeks, learning more about the club and those who generally attended. She had also been emailing TJ,Brenda had shared his email address, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I would be watching them fuck again. Having the two of them communicating regularly bothered me a little as it made their one time fuck seem more like a relationship than a quickie. Still, it had been the fulfillment of a long time fantasy to watch her get blacked, and I wanted to see more of it. I trusted her not to take things too far.
We had also explored the Queen of Spades world, finding an amazing assortment of tattoos online on the various interracial blogs. Carrie wore her charm on her ankle every time she wanted to get me aroused, teasing me that she might get herself inked one day. We ordered some temporary QoS tattoos from a woman we had met on an interracial dating blog. The day they came in the mail she had me put one on the small of her back. Seeing it while I fucked her from behind was hot, but nothing compared to the thought of her wearing one the next time we went to one of Brenda's parties. I didn't have to wait long. Two weeks after our first visit we were on our way back to Atlanta.
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Carrie looked amazing as we walked into the club for our second visit. She carried herself differently this time, not a hint of nerves. She brought along a small bag with a skimpy dress for her to change into once inside. It was a bit too revealing to wear through the hotel lobby earlier. Her anklet dangled above her pumps - she had put it on once we were in the car. The temporary tattoo she had placed on her left breast was out of view for the moment, but the dress she had with her would barely cover half of it.
Lacey greeted us at the door and kissed Carrie on the cheek. They walked to the small dressing area while I waited in the lobby. While I waited two more white couples arrived and passed by me into the bar. One of the women was familiar, I had seen her dancing topless the last time we were here. She too wore a Queen of Spades anklet like the one Brenda had given Carrie, and I wondered if she sported a tattoo herself, maybe even a permanent one? As soon as they had passed a pair of black guys walked in, and I recognized them immediately. You never forget the face of a man that has fucked your wife, and I recognized the other as the one who had been with Brenda.
I saw recognition wash over TJ's face when he saw me.
"Hi, you're Carrie's husband, right?" He asked with a friendly smile on his face, though I thought I heard a smug tone in his voice.
"Yeah, I'm Phil..." I said, and started to extend my hand, but before I could Carrie and Brenda walked out into the lobby.
"TJ!" She said as she walked over to him. "I'm glad you made it."
They hugged. Even in her heels Carrie had to stand up on her toes to give him a kiss. When she did her dress slid up nearly to her ass.
"I thought you said you couldn't be here tonight."
"Brenda convinced me to cancel my other plans." TJ said, "She told me I was a fool to not be around when you were down here, especially if you are interested in what she has planned for tonight."
Carrie looked over at Brenda, blushing a little, and I could see surprise and nervousness on her face. "What plans are those?"
"TJ, Shhhhh." Brenda smiled, holding a finger up to his lips. "Let the girl have a little fun first. I'll ask her when the time's right." She winked at Carrie with a devious smile on her face. "Why don't you buy her and Phil a drink first while I catch up with Marcus."
The next half hour was one of the strangest of my life. We followed TJ into the club where he bought a round of drinks. The three of us stood at the bar for several minutes. I gave Carrie and TJ some space where they could make small talk and watched as the club filled with people. We finished our first round and TJ bought us another before leading us to a small a cocktail table.
"Thanks for the drink TJ." Was all I could manage to say when we first sat down.
"The pleasure's all mine. You're a good man. Not every woman has a husband that's OK with her having what she needs. How long were the two of you into swinging before coming here?"
"We weren't, it just sort of happened. Swinging wasn't exactly what we were looking for."
"You can say it. You like seeing white women with black guys, and finally got up the nerve to tell your wife."
"Something like that." I said, now blushing myself.
"No need to be ashamed, just take a look around. There are plenty more like you."
"How about you?" Carrie interjected. "What got you to come here the first time? You could find plenty of single white women to date in a town like this."
"No simple way to answer that one for you. Even if I could explain it you wouldn't really understand at this point. It's too new for you still. You'll figure it out yourself eventually. For now, let's just say that I get everything I need out of these parties, and sometimes when a woman like you walks in I get even more."
Before we could say anything more Brenda walked up with Amy and Nick, the couple we had met briefly on our first trip. Instead of her floral dress, Amy wore a pink polka dot dress that made her look like a pinup girl from the fifties. Clearly she loved to sport the innocent looking slut look, and she sported it well.
"I think everyone here knows each other," Brenda said, "And I was hoping that we could all get to know each other a little better tonight. Amy and Nick are coming over to my house later for an afterparty and we wanted you to join us. Of course, TJ and some other special friends will be coming along for us ladies. How does that sound?"
Before I could even process what she had said, Carrie chimed "Of course!" And I could see from the glint in her eye that she was almost giddy at the prospect of a whole night with TJ to herself.
"Wonderful." Brenda purred. "It'll be another hour or so before the other guys get here, so let Amy introduce you to some new friends while I borrow TJ for a bit. I will find you later when it's time to go."
I could see a twinge of jealousy in Carrie's eyes when Brenda let TJ away for some unknown purpose, and I wasn't entirely sure what to think of how quickly they had become attached.
"Come with me Carrie, I want you to meet Ray and some of my other friends." Amy said as she took my wife by the hand and led her across the increasingly crowded room. The way she had said the word "friends" clearly implied that they were way more than that. I was left alone at the table with her husband Nick to make small talk over drinks as we watched the action unfold around us.
The small talk didn't last long before I got up the guts to ask Nick about his experiences in the lifestyle.
"How many times have y'all been here?" I finally asked.
"We've been to Brenda's parties every month for the past year but have been in the lifestyle for five or six years now. It took Amy awhile to get up the courage to go up to the loft, I'm amazed that you two jumped to it the first night."
"That was all Carrie." I replied. "After all this time the woman can still amaze me. I think she really clicked with TJ and things moved faster then either of us planned. Still, it was incredible watching her up there with him."
"I've seen Amy with dozens of guys at this point, but last week with Ray was the first time it's been in a place with so many people around." He replied, blushing a little as he talked about his wife's recent fun. "It was like a coming out party for her, with so many others around. That's why she jumped at the chance to join Brenda at her place later tonight. To be honest, I'm a little nervous about it. Brenda has been short on details, but Amy trusts her and is so excited about going that I couldn't say no."
"What's she planning?"
"I guess we'll find out in a couple of hours." He replied, then glanced over and motioned me to look. "Seems like Carrie and Amy found their friends."
I looked over and saw the two of them out on the dance floor with Ray and another man I hadn't seen yet. Ray was with Carrie, holding her close and exploring her body with his eyes and hands. I felt myself stiffen in may pants instantly seeing her with the man that had fucked Amy the last time we were here. The man with Amy was a bit taller than Ray and dwarfed her petite frame. She was dancing with her back to him so that she could look across at Nick as her new guy cupped her left breast in his hand. Our conversation died as we watched the four of them dance. After several songs they swapped partners, Ray embracing Amy like an old lover while the new man pulled my wife in close. They whispered back and forth for awhile and I watched the flirtatious way Carrie twirled her hair and giggled at his comments. He leaned in for a kiss and Carrie eagerly accepted.
Our wives had clearly found their partners for the evening, and we polished off a couple of drinks each as we watched them over the next hour. They were getting themselves pretty worked up, and I knew Carrie must be wet as hell and ready to fuck. My balls ached from the anticipation of what would happen later and she hadn't even gotten undressed yet. I wasn't sure how much more of this I could take before I had some relief. I was about to order another drink to tamp down my nerves when I saw Brenda walk up to the four of them and hand Carrie and Amy a slip of paper. They spoke briefly then Brenda broke away to talk to another woman nearby.
Carrie and Amy parted from their dance partners after exchanging a few words and a kiss, and walked over to rejoin us. Carrie had small beads of sweat visible in her cleavage and was flushed, Amy looked similarly aroused.
"Time to go." Amy said to Nick. "The real fun starts soon." She looked over at Carrie "You're definitely coming, right? Ray's wonderful, you're in for a treat."
"Of course." Carrie purred as she handed me the slip of paper Brenda had given her. It was a street address.
Thirty minutes later we pulled into the driveway of a large house in the Atlanta suburbs. Four cars were already present, and another pulled in right behind us. I recognized Nick and Amy through the windshield.
We made our way through the door and into a whole other world.
Chapter 3 The Afterparty
The man who greeted us at the door introduced himself as Rob, and said he was Branda's husband. We hadn't seen him at the club on either of our previous visits, and neither had Amy and Nick on their trips. They had known Brenda was married, but she always hosted her parties at the club solo.
"Brenda's upstairs with her friend Sara getting freshened up. If you ladies want to join them I'll take the guys to the kitchen so we can all get some drinks, OK?" He asked after our introduction.
We passed through a large living room with several couches on our way to the kitchen. Two of the men form the club had already arrived, Ray and the new man I had seen our wives with earlier. On the drive over Carrie had told me his name was Shawn, one of the regulars at Brenda's parties. They were talking like they knew each other well, probably deciding who was going to get to fuck my wife first. They smiled and nodded as we walked by.
Rob made our drinks and led us out to their pool deck. He introduced us to Sara's husband Erik and we all sat down with our drinks while our wives freshened up for the rest of the evening.
We made awkward small talk for several minutes before Brenda walked outside wearing only a black lace bra and panty set and her heels. The conversation stopped as we took in the sight of her curves.
"The other girls are in the living room getting comfortable with the guys. I'm going to join them. Give us a few minutes to get comfortable and then come in and watch the fun. We have plenty of room if you want to join your wife in a bedroom later, but for now just enjoy the show." Brenda said, then turned and walked back inside with her lovely ass twitching side to side.
"Fifteen minutes gents, then we go in." Rob said as she closed the door.
The fifteen minutes was an eternity. When we finally walked in, the sound of soft moans and wet lips greeted us as we made our way to the living room.
The four women were spread out on their couches, now joined by a total of six black men. Across the room I spotted Carrie. She had her back to me and sat astride Ray's lap, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Her dress had ridden up around her hips exposing most of her long tan legs, and his hand firmly cupped her ass as she gently gyrated her hips against him.
The other three women were arrayed with the remaining five men in various stages of undress. Shawn sat on the same couch as Carrie and Ray, and Amy knelt in front of him with his cock in her mouth. Her polka dot dress lay crumpled on the floor behind her leaving her wearing only her pink lace panties. Brenda sat one couch over between TJ and a man that must have arrived after us. She alternated kissing each of her lovers, with her legs spread wide with a leg draped over each of her partner's thighs. TJ had slipped his hands under her panties while the other guy played with her tits.
Then there was Sara, who stole the show. She was a beautiful curvy redhead, with piercing blue eyes, and what we would later learn was an insatiable sex drive. In time she would lead my wife into some amazing acts of depravity, but those stories are for another day. She was on her hands and knees atop an ottoman, spitroasted between two men we had not yet met. Her pale freckled skin was a stark contrast to the jet black skin of her partners. She was made animalistic groans around the large black cock in her mouth as her other partner fucked her from behind. Sara had clearly wasted no time with foreplay.
I glanced back over at Carrie just as Ray slid her dress up and over her shoulders, tossing it aside. She glanced around behind her, finally noticing that I was in the room. She gave me a devilish grin as she unsnapped her bra, giving Ray access to her tits. She let him suckle her for several minutes and then backed off his lap and onto the floor next to Amy. He unbuttoned his trousers and Carrie slipped them off with his underwear in one smooth stroke freeing his rigid cock. She licked the bottom and sides of his shaft teasingly several times before engulfing him in her mouth, working him deep in her throat.
Amy took Carries hand as the two of them serviced their bulls. Their pretty round asses looked beautiful next to one another. For the first time I noticed the Queen of Spades tattoo on the small of Amy's back. It was a simple outline of a black spade overlaid with an elaborate red Q and S, and it appeared to be permanent. The skin still looked a little irritated as if it had been placed recently. I would have to ask Nick about that later. The thought of Carrie having one was suddenly in the front of mind. She was still facing away from me so for now I couldn't even see the temp she had placed on her breast earlier but the thought of it being permanent was mesmerizing.
Sounds of sex filled the room. Brenda sat astride TJ's cock, riding him cowgirl style. She too had a permanent QoS on her lower back, the same style as Amy's, and I suspected they had come from the same artist. The men with Sara were swapping ends so that each of them could enjoy all of her talents. Without surprise I noticed that she too had the identical black spade with a red Q permanently inked on her back. Hers was just a bit higher than the others, where it would be easily seen above a bikini line, a small detail that made a great deal of sense when I later learned more about Sara. I wondered who the mystery tattoo artist was. Little did I know that I would find out before the night ended.
Of the four women, only Carrie was unmarked. Tonight was only her second night with a black man but I somehow knew that this was inevitable for her.
I walked around behind the couch where I could see her better. She looked up at me, locking her eyes on mine as she passionately sucked Ray's shaft. She stroked him with her left hand and the sight of her wedding ring with the QoS tat on her left breast in the background almost made me cum my pants. I was going to need some release soon but wanted to save it for later with Carrie so I forced myself to relax and just enjoy the show.
"Take a picture." Carrie purred. "I want to see it later."
She resumed her blowjob as I fished my phone from my pocket. I was careful not to include any of the other women in the shot and snapped several shots with her posing for a few of them. She returned her full attention to Ray and I pocketed my phone.
I looked up as Amy moved closer to Carrie and began to caress her ass through her panties as she watched her suck Ray. Carrie looked up and a saw a moment of uncertainty on her face as Amy moved in for a kiss, turning Carries face to meet hers with her hand. This was unexpected, Carrie had never expressed any interest in women before. I had seen quite a bit of bisexuality on display earlier at the club and knew that was a big part of the lifestyle, but hadn't considered it with Carrie.
Carrie was passive at first, letting Amy kiss gently around her mouth. Amy slid her hand down slowly to Carrie's breast and I heard her gasp as Amy's fingertip brushed across her erect nipple. Carrie's chest heaved with a few deep breaths and then she began to reciprocate Amy's kiss, their mouths locked as their tongues intertwined.
Nick had joined me behind the couch and we watched as our wives made out with one another for several minutes. Were they doing it to entertain us? That was a small part for sure, but only a small one. Perhaps it was to entertain their bulls? Definitely that played a role and we could tell that Ray and Shawn were enjoying the show from the encouraging comments they were giving our wives. In the greater part though I could tell they were doing it from a natural attraction to one another. There had been a spark between the two from the time we had met, and it had opened up an entirely new part of their sexuality. Tonight they would only kiss, but there would be so much more in the months ahead, but again that is a story for another day.
The girls kissed and fondled for a several minutes and then returned their attentions to Ray and Shawn. Carrie stood and slipped off her panties and then climbed astride Ray. She slid him inside her wet slit and slowly worked up and down his shaft until she had him fully inside her. There were no condoms, Brenda had assured her earlier that all her houseguests were tested and safe, and we had agreed on the drive over that Carrie could go bareback if she desired. She did. Amy climbed onto the couch on her hands and knees and faced Nick while Shawn moved around behind her to take her doggy style. Soon Amy and Carrie's cries of passion joined those of Brenda and Sara across the room. My head reeled from the sight of it all and my cock swelled painfully against my pants.
They all fucked for nearly an hour until one by one the bulls started to blow their loads. The men with Sara were first, taking turns painting her face with their loads, most of which ran down her neck and onto her heaving breasts. Shawn deposited his load on the small of Amy's back, smearing it over her recently earned tattoo. Carrie was now on her back on the couch, legs spread wide as Ray thrust between her thighs.
"I'm cumming!" he huffed as he neared orgasm, groaning loudly.
He started to pull out to shoot on her belly, but Carrie wrapped her thigs around him and pulled him in deep. He obliged, pumping his load deep inside of her as he groaned out with his orgasm. When he finished, he pulled his cum slicked shaft out and draped it across her mons, showing me his handiwork. Across the room I heard Brenda's lovers groaning as they came but paid them little attention, my eyes were focused on Carries as she looked lovingly up at me as I stood behind the couch.
Once they had caught their breath, the four women collected their clothes and went upstairs to clean up. All were smeared with cum, Carrie less so since most of Ray's load was still inside of her presumably.
"You have an amazing wife," Ray said, breaking the ice. "I know you two are still new to this but you're handling it better than most guys would."
Most guys wouldn't just stand by and watch what had just happened I thought, their pride wouldn't let them, but that was their loss.
Chapter 4 - Inked
The women came back down wearing only their underwear, all except Sara who remained completely nude. There would be more action tonight for certain.
"Theo, come over here and meet Carrie, I think she's ready to get marked tonight." Brenda said as she and Carrie walked up to me.
"Marked tonight?" I asked Carrie, already knowing what was in the works.
"On my back, like the one the other girls have." Carrie replied smoothly. "Theo did the others and Brenda told me has his stuff here tonight. I want it now before I chicken out." She finished playfully.
Theo walked over, smiling. He had been fucking Sara earlier.
"Carrie, Phil, this is Theo. He runs the best tattoo business in Atlanta. He's taken care of my special friends for the past year now. I had him bring his stuff in case you wanted to join our little club tonight." She motioned across the room at Amy. "She had hers done at his parlor last week, but since you two drove in from out of town I thought you might be interested in doing it tonight."
"You sure about this Carrie?" Theo asked, "There's no going back once it's in ink." He said, pointing at the temporary tat on her breast.
Carrie smiled back at him. "Once you go black, you know, so it's a bit late for that anyway."
"There's just one thing." He said. "Everyone that gets my tattoo has to earn it first, just so everyone knows that its special. Are we good with that?" He asked, looking at us both.
I just nodded, but Carrie's reply was to drop to her knees in front of him, slipping off his underwear as she did so. She took his cock in her mouth and licked him until he was once again erect.
"Is this what you had in mind?" She purred.
"That's a good start." Theo answered, reaching down to cup her tits with his hand as she worked his shaft back into her throat.
I glanced around the room and saw that all eyes were on Carrie, almost like it was some sort of ritual. I guess in a very real sense it was.
Theo enjoyed the pleasures of Carrie's mouth for several minutes before picking her up and carrying her over to a couch. Carrie slipped off her underwear and got on her hands and knees. He mounted her from behind and she cried out as he entered her.
"Its going to look beautiful there Carrie." Theo said, fucking her in slow deep strokes. He traced the outline of a spade on the small of her back with his finger, just below her tan line. "I just did Amy a few days ago at the shop. She almost got hers done a little higher like Sara's" He said, moving his finger up several inches where the tattoo would be easily visible above a bikini. "I even had a woman get hers up here." He gently stroked his finger up to the back of her neck, making her shudder a bit from the sensation. "But right here's probably the best, for now at least." He said as he slid his finger back down her spine to the spot below her bikini line.
"That's perfect baby." Carrie moaned. "Make me earn it."
He did, fucking her for the next half hour or so as the room stood on watching. They moved through several positions as Carrie climaxed at least two times. He finally moved her back into doggy, slamming into her from behind as his own orgasm rose. He pulled out, cumming on her back and then smearing it along her bikini area with his softening shaft. Preparing his canvas.
After that, getting the tattoo itself was somewhat anticlimactic. The three of us went to a spare bedroom where Theo had set up his equipment. Carrie lay on her belly while he worked. She held my hand, squeezing hard from time to time when it became painful. She had me take several photos of the work in progress and several more of the finished art.
When he finished we made our way downstairs. By then four of the guys had left with Sara for more activities at her place. TJ remained, he was spending the night with Brenda. Amy and Nick had lingered to say goodbye to us.
"How's it feel?" Amy asked.
"A little sore but not too bad." Carrie answered.
"Welcome to the club honey." She replied, giving Carrie a quick kiss on the lips. "We're going to have a lot of fun together with those."
We said our goodbyes, thanking Brenda for everything that had happened that night. It was well past 3 AM when we made it back to the hotel, and though we both were physically exhausted we were both too wound up emotionally to go to bed. Carrie had experienced her fair share of sex for the night but knew how horny I was, and also knew I was too horny to last very long. We fucked in doggy where I could see her new ink, and even though she was slick and loose from the earlier activities I came within minutes. We fell asleep almost immediately after that. We fucked again the following morning before our drive home. When I had first awoke, the tattoo almost seemed like a dream, but when I slipped the sheets down the reality of seeing it again brought me fully erect.
I've seen my little Queen in action many times since that night, and she has certainly pushed the boundaries of things a married woman should do. And her tattoo that night would not be her last, but it will always be my favorite.