What Would You have Said?

‘Come on, we were going to the bar to get a drink.’ I grabbed her arm firmly but not aggressively and led her away.
‘Let’s go get that drink. I think I need it.’

She looked a bit disappointed but said, ‘Ok Honey, but can we explore soon? I’m feeling much more at home now.’

‘I bet you are, you dirty bitch,’ I thought as we headed for the bar.

At last, after pushing our way through a crowd of sexily dressed, half naked, very sexually turned on people, we finally made it to the bar and got ourselves that drink. We moved away from the
bar to a quiet corner where there were not many people and it was not quite, but almost, dark.

I thought we needed to get our heads together for a while after the Dance floor situation. I suddenly realized we hadn’t spoken more than half a dozen words to each other since we left the
changing rooms. But to be honest, I don’t think talking was what either of us had on our minds right then. So we stood in relative silence taking in what was going on around us and thinking about what had gone on earlier.

With neither of us knowing ‘swinging club etiquette,’ we decided we would finish our drinks then go and explore the club. After about ten minutes, I was about to say to Chrissie, ok let’s take a walk, when I heard a voice from behind me.

‘Rick, is that you?’

I could have died, this club was fifty miles from our home, and surely nobody knows me here! I turned around and I couldn’t believe it. It was Clive, a friend from London I had met many years
ago when I lived there.  I had fractured my ankle while working on a building site. He was a West Indian Physiotherapist at my local hospital, and became my physio for ten weeks after. We had got on so well we actually had been out for a drink a few times after my treatment. He was a great guy, but I lost touch when I left London to work abroad for a couple of years.

I know it sounds funny, but there was no embarrassment on either side. We just started talking about old times, forgetting where we were and that he was only wearing a towel to cover up what
looked like a very large cock.

‘Are you going to introduce me then?’ Clive asked with a smile.

I sort of blurted out, ‘Oh, it’s my wife.’

He replied, ‘Well I guessed that, and does the wife have a name?’ and before I could say a word she held out her hand and said, ‘I’m Chrissie.’

Clive took it and learnt forward and kissed her on the cheek before saying, ‘Very nice.’

She didn’t even blush as she said ‘You aren’t so bad yourself.’

Now I should point out that coming from North London, I had a lot of very good West Indian friends growing up in the 70s, but Chrissie had grown up in a small, provincial Northern town and I know for a fact she had never met or spoken to a West Indian guy before, let alone a confident half-naked one from London.

Clive asked if we had been before and we both shook our heads.

‘How about you?’ I asked.

‘I come here once a month on the Caribbean party night.  They hold it on the last Friday of every month; it’s mainly for white couples and women who like the occasional Black Guy experience and of course black guys who want some white pussy.’

‘Oh, as it’s our first time we didn’t realize, but that’s cool by me. Not sure about Chrissie though,’ I told him as I suddenly realized what it was that had Chrissie so transfixed. Of course I hadn’t noticed it, with being from London, but at least thirty per cent of the guys in the club were black.

Clive said, ‘So you don’t really know how it works here then.’

‘Not really, mate.’

‘Well are you here to play or watch?’

Immediately Chrissie jumped in, ‘Oh, we are here to play all right.’

Clive turned to me. ‘Do you fancy coming to a private room for a bit?’

I could feel the goose bumps all over me. I was nervous, excited, scared, but more noticeably I had a hard on that I couldn’t hide.

Clive looked to Chrissie. ‘Well, what do you think?’

She told him, ‘I think we should follow you.’

Clive winked at me and nodded. His hand brushed Chrissie’s arse as he directed us to follow him. She gave a sort of sigh as he took her hand to lead her through the crowd. We went upstairs and
through some sort of dark corridor till we reached a large room. We all went in, and as Clive locked the door behind us you could feel the electricity in the air.

The room was warm, dimly lit, and had soft leather, double bed like benches on all sides of the room. There were mirrors on all the walls, from bench to ceiling, and large throw cushions. It
was something like a tart’s boudoir and certainly felt as hot in there. I walked to the far side of the room and sat down. Chrissie watched me and waited till I sat then moved to the side of the room opposite me.

I felt for the first time since we met tonight that Clive was deliberately trying to put some personal space between myself and him. This was confirmed when, without any hesitation Clive went and sat next to Chrissie. He was a well-built guy, kept in trim, very muscular, and with a nice manner. I could see his cock start to rise and fall rhythmically under his towel as if it had just woken from a light sleep, the unmistakable start of an erection. You could have cut the sexual tension with a knife.

Clive’s voice was smooth, low and calm as he said to Chrissie, ‘Well, if Rick hasn’t told you, I work at a hospital, so it’s good that you are wearing a nurse’s outfit for me. Maybe I should help you loosen it off a bit so I can examine you better.’

Chrissies cheeks flushed bright red at hearing Clive’s provocative words, she seemed unable to get any words out in reply.

At this point I was transfixed, speechless but incredibly turned on as I watched Clive slowly put one arm around Chrissie’ shoulder and the other brush over her breast to reach the zip
on the front of her red PVC nurses outfit. He pulled the zip down gently and put his hand inside to massage her breast.

He gave me a slight glance as he did and I just smiled. Clive smiled for a second, knowing then that he had the green light from me and could now go ahead as he wanted, and more to the point,
as Chrissie wanted, too.

Her hand had slowly reached across his knee and was on his now fully erect cock – it was straining under the towel he was still wearing. Clive now had unzipped her down to the waist and had one breast fully out, playing with her hard nipple. Chrissie started to stroke him eagerly through the towel her hands moving more and more confidently. Her breathing was getting heavier and face was flushed. She was murmuring something under her breath. I couldn’t hear it properly, but could pick out the odd word. Like cock black. Fucking Gorgeous

‘Have you seen a black cock before?’ Clive slowly whispered in her ear.

‘No, I’ve never even met a black guy properly till now.’

‘Is it something that turns you on, Chrissie?’ Clive asked as he continued to caress her exposed breast..

‘I’ve always thought about it,’ she sighed as her hand now caressed his chest.

I was just transfixed by the scene now playing out before me.

‘Well why don’t you take off my towel for me?’

She immediately pulled at it eagerly as he stood up to help her. It came away from his body and he stood in front of her, his back to me with his rock hard cock pointing towards her.

Clive turned his head to over where I was sitting and said, ‘Come over here my friend, I want you to be close and see what happens now.’

With my heart pumping and my cock starting to throb, I walked over and stood next to Clive and looked down. Without exaggeration his erect cock must have been nine inches long.

He said to me, ‘It won’t be long now before I put this inside Chrissie. Are you sure you are okay with this Rick? There’s no going back once I’m fucking her!’

Even though he asked me the question, I could see Chrissie nodding her head furiously and hungrily at me, imploring me with her sex crazed eyes to say yes.

‘Shall I make her suffer and say no?’ I cruelly thought for a split second.

‘What the hell, fuck it – give the dirty slut what she wants,’ I thought to myself as I gestured towards Clive  with a nod of my head.

‘It’s all good mate, I feel great, you go ahead and start what you’ve wanted to do all night, fuck her pussy long and hard and make sure you enjoy it’.

‘Thanks for asking my friend but if she’s going to have a black cock, there’s no one I’d like more than you to initiate her into the brotherhood. There is one thing though, before you do
fuck her.’

‘What’s that? Ask me anything you like.’

‘Well, is it true what they say that if a white woman goes black, there’s no going back?’

Clive laughed out loud. ‘No, don’t be stupid. It’s something we black guys say to scare white guys and get their wives going, A big cock is a big cock whatever the colour!’

‘Nice one, Clive,’ I laughed.

‘Hey, but don’t you tell anyone will you. The brothers will kill me if they find out I told you.’

‘Don’t worry, Clive, your secret’s safe with me. Now just give her what she wants, and needs by the looks of her.’ I backed away and sat down again, watching intently as he began.to make his move towards his ultimate goal that night ? Fucking Chrissie !!

He layed down with one hand on each of her breasts and started to suck on her nipples. Chrissie let out a sort of cat call. ‘Wow!’ I thought, ‘I’ve never seen her like this.’ He lifted his head up and asked her to stand, which she immediately did. Clive then unzipped the rest of the outfit and it fell to the floor. Chrissie now stood there in just her red stilettos, white fishnet stockings, and small red G-string.

‘Beautiful,’ he said, then with one movement he placed his hand on the back of her head and she slowly sank to her knees before him.  He looked at her and laughingly said, ‘Doctor says open wide now, nurse.’

She leaned forward and put the end of his massive cock in her mouth. She licked it, sucked it – it was like she had been doing it all her life. He lifted his leg and put his right foot onto the bench to steady himself and give Chrissie better access to his cock, and her head went further down and she started to lick his big, jet black balls. She was totally in a different world.

In the meantime, he was massaging her tits and telling her what a dirty bitch she was, and how he would have to teach her a lesson for being so naughty. I could tell she was soaking wet.

He pulled her up and laid her on the bench. I thought he was going to fuck here there and then, but no.

Clive pulled her legs up and pulled aside her red satin G-string but was careful to leave it on for now and started to lick her soaking pussy – soft, then hard, hard, then soft.