Is It All Hype Or Is It A Thing?

There’s a clip of the late great Betty White that’s been making the rounds lately. It’s from the show “Hot in Cleveland” and she has an outtake talking about blackberry pie. I’d never seen the show, but the clip strikes me as classic Betty. If you don’t know it, it’s worth a google.

The clip makes a play on the old saw “once you go black, you never go back”. My understanding of this phrase, and I bet it’s your’s as well, is it’s saying when a white woman has sex with a black man, she’s not going back to white men. Is there truth to this? Yes, no, and somewhere in the middle it seems. More in a little bit on this.

If you’re reading us for the first time……Kate and I are a married couple in our 50’s whose relationship is Ethically Non-Monogamous (ENM). We’re swingers, our marriage is open; we have sex with other people. We’re in a committed relationship, and somewhere on the polyamorous spectrum; Kate has a boyfriend (or two) and is a Hotwife. It’s neither of our first marriages. We met in a 12 step meeting; we’re each more than a decade sober now. If you’re curious about how this all works, we talk about our relationship in varying degrees of depth in other posts. We have an email address listed in our “about” page if you would like to contact us.

More than half the men Kate has fucked for the first time this year have been black. Further, more than half were in a group / “public” setting. Both are firsts, and both ratios were expanded upon over the weekend.

Kate and I took the drive back to the hotel where the orgy / gang bang happened last month. (Despite being at the perfect time and driving due west for a bit, we didn’t see the comet.) Different hosts for this party, but there were some familiar faces for sure.

Chief among them was a man, Tyson, whom Kate locked eyes with last time and didn’t get the chance to play with. I’d been in contact with his girlfriend, Barb, via one of the swinger sites since the first party, and we were planning on meeting up. As it’s germane further in the story, Tyson is black, Barb is white.

I had talked with the hostess for this event a good bit over the last few weeks, she’s a neat person, and easy to talk with. I was pretty sure that the energy and vibe would be in the ballpark of last months party. Again, yes, no, and somewhere in the middle.

The night ended up being another orgy gang bang. I’ll save you the reading Sifu, I kept my clothes on; Kate not so much. The reasons for that will become clear I suspect.

Like most couples, the wants, needs, and desires Kate and I have aren’t static. Well, actually, it’s like all couples. We all evolve over time, our relationships evolve with us or they fall by the wayside. Today, we’re a more mature couple. We’ve done the heavy lifting and steep climbing needed to get here. The ways we interact with each other, our families, and our non-monogamy are all different today than they were say this time last year. Not polar opposite different, call it 5–8 degrees off azimuth of where we were.

One thing that has been a clear pattern for us from the very beginning is while we can each be a voyeur or an exhibitionist, we have our comfort zones. Kate’s the exhibitionist, I’m the voyeur.

Kate has always struggled with the fear of not being good enough. In the past, her watching me with someone else has triggered this. It’s not much of a problem now at all, although she’d rather be watched than watch when it comes to us. Exhibitionism is where Kate’s physical appearance, comfort in her own skin and sexual desire for others to enjoy her meet. She’s fully capable of putting on a hell of a show, and loves doing so.

I’m decidedly more the voyeur, and quite the opposite of Kate in this regard. I love seeing her with other people; I get off on seeing her getting off. I’ve also always been more comfortable with knowing what Kate’s up to sexually with someone. The less uncertainty I have the better. Her and I have put on a couple of exhibitionist shows together for sure, it’s much more of a reach for me to get comfortable with being in the spotlight tho.

A natural intersection of an exhibitionist wife and voyeuristic husband is when there’s a lot of people involved. I said in our orgy / gang bang post last month that it felt as tho we had leveled up in the swinging game. I think it’s more accurate to say that we’re arriving in our current sweet spot; this type of play is where our natural evolution as a couple has lead.

There was a moment at the party over the weekend where I realized that I was the “one of these things is not like the others” person. Being a white male, it’s pretty rare that I’m a minority in a situation. Saturday night, I was. I was the sole white male in a room that had 20–25 men, and a dozen or so women. The women broke more evenly along racial lines, maybe a couple more white women.

I didn’t feel uncomfortable at all. Actually, the two single / solo white guys that showed up together (?) later in the night were the only people that triggered my radar. The one had creeper vibes that didn’t go away.

What was uncomfortable was the sheer amount of testosterone in the room, combined with no one on the beds playing. Last month, we walked into the hotel suite and there was sex going on; last weekend it was a much slower start. Tyson, Barb, Kate and myself were gathered together around the bar, but not sequestered; no closed circle here (something we try to be very aware of.) People drifted in and out of our immediate area, lots of hello how are you tonight’s that focused more on Barb and Kate than Tyson and I. That was decidedly in bounds.

At one point, Tyson said to us “There’s a lot of swinging dicks in here”. There were, and it gave Kate (and Barb, and Tyson, and me) pause. Kate was ready to play, but was concerned that it could start a free for all. Given the number of men, and the lack of play in either of the two play spaces / bedrooms, It was a legit concern, one the four of us shared.

Gradually we processed the scene, and realized that there wasn’t a frenzy atmosphere. These were people who have been there, done that, and know how to carry and handle themselves. The four of us agreed to go into one of the bedrooms, which was open to the common area.

That being said, and given the numbers, I decided (no one argued the point) that I wouldn’t join the other 3 on the bed. I’d stay dressed and be over watch while things got started. It seemed reasonable, and voyeur that I am, it wasn’t a problem for me.

As has been our experience many times in the past, once a nipple broke free, the energy shifted. Tyson soon found himself the center of Kate and Barb’s attention, and it didn’t take long for kissing licking and sucking to shift into fucking. Nor did it take long for the 3 of them to morph into I think 6. The crowd around the bed was double that number, and there was a steady rotation of people watching the show.

After the initial round, Kate and Barb found each other and treated all of us men to the sight of two beautiful women making love to each other. Barb as it turned out loved going down on a woman, and her oral game was on point and long lasting. First Tyson, then I think 2 or 3 other men took turns fucking Barb from behind while this was happening. Kate spent this period on her back with Barb between her thighs, a cock in her mouth and her hands on someone’s ass. It was quite the display.

It’s an interesting thing, being in a room with that much sexual energy. Of course watching the sex is ever so slightly distracting, but it was just as interesting watching the crowd. One thing I definitely noticed was that anyone who asked was invited to join. The guys who played the long game, stayed on Kate’s radar and weren’t pests all played. Given Tyson was standing with me or on the bed with Barb, I lost track of what (who) she was doing. I’d guess that 8 or more men joined Kate and Barb over the hour or so they were on the bed.

Kate wasn’t at all in a “no” frame of mind, and I think her knowing that I was paying attention to things gave her the freedom to let it rip a little bit more.

Two Kate moments stand out to me.

First was as she was fucking the one repeat visitor from the last gang bang, Chuck. Chuck is proof positive that good energy and a willingness to ask can lead to great things. At one point they were going at it doggy style, with Kate on all fours on the bed, and Chuck standing on the floor. Gradually this evolved to Kate standing on the floor with her hands still on the bed. She was on her tiptoes, legs wide, and fucking Chuck just as hard as he was her. Chuck is very dark skinned, and the contrast between him and Kate’s fair skin and blonde hair, all moving in the primal fucking motion was beautiful. They had a great rhythm going for a bit, and it definitely caught the attention of myself and most other people there. That was the most watched portion of the evening.

Second was her finale of the evening. Trey was another patient long game player, he took to Kate in her witch outfit the instant we walked in (it was loosely a Halloween party; I was a cowboy era sheriff). Trey used his words and when Kate asked him what he wanted, he got it. They started with him on his back in the room’s “cuck chair”. Kate didn’t waste much time before climbing on top of him and starting to grind. It was another wanton display, thier fingers interlocked, Kates back arched and tits thrust forward and bouncing, fucking Trey like she stole him. Kate REALLY liked him, we’re going to try to arrange a sole night for them.

After the Kate and Trey show, Kate tapped out. It was getting late, and she had to work the next day. There was still more to come however…

Kate and I were in the corner of the room next to the “cuck chair” her and Trey fucked on; it was to the right of this chair that I stashed Kate’s clothes. As she was getting dressed and organizing her stuff, another couple came in to the room and got on the corner of the bed that was 3 feet from Kate and I. She was naked as a jaybird, bent over arms stretched out in front of her, ass in air over the edge of the bed. He was in the the bottom half of his Riddler suit, and had a flogger. Kate noticed him earlier, he was ripped and sported dreds; he’s on Kate’s want to do list.

He proceeded to warm that young ladies ass up over the next 10 minutes or so; it was a master class. He clearly knew what he was about and took his time. He eventually had her on a string, alternating stinging her ass with ever so lightly dangling and wiggling the straps of the flogger on her (very) exposed pussy. She was quivering and on a different planet from the rest of us. They were great together.

Circling back to the Betty blackberry pie thing. Kate has always been an equal opportunity slut; “Swinger Jesus” because she loves everyone. That hasn’t changed, nor do i suspect it will.

The folks who are “black only” or “Queen’s of Spades”, go bravely forth and do good things; Bob’s your uncle. Yeah, Kate has an element of preference for black men at this point, but not at the expense of anyone else. It can be both.

This post got more involved in more things than I intended, it’s all good. I kinda like the flow of it. We’ll have more to say on most of these topics going forward I suspect….

Kate and I are going to a ‘70’s themed hotel takeover in a couple weekends, that should be a lot of fun!!

Thanks for reading!!! Be kind to yourself and others,

Sam & Kate

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