Kate + An Interracial Party = Gangbang

If there’s a rhyme or reason to the ebbs and flows of our sexual energy / adventures, I missed that memo.

It’s Tuesday night as I sit starting to write this post, the latest gangbang was this past Saturday.

Kate and Clifford are sitting on the couch. Cliff may be taking a nap. She’s got the Border Collie black fur around her eyes, so it’s hard to tell if they’re open or not. Kate, on the other hand, is wide awake and looking hot as fuck in the casual 100% unaffected by it way she pulls off just by breathing. Her hair is windblown, skin sun kissed; she’s wearing tactical-ish khaki pants that fit just so and a plain white sports bra. It’s mid July now, and that’s fairly typical after work attire for Kate; she tends to shed her top pretty quickly in the warmer months. My life sucks…..🙄

Earlier tonight, Kate’s on again off again girlfriend, Lisa, came over to get her hair done. I think that didn’t happen (I got lost in a guitar project) but I’m pretty sure she got her brows waxed. I can always tell when Lisa will be around when the pot of wax is out and plugged in. Lisa also had the summer look going; her hair was 100% humidity-ified.

It’s always neat when Lisa’s over. The two of them are in an “off again” phase at the moment, but the connection they have is unmistakable.

Not long after Lisa’s arrival, Linda called and said she was stopping by.

Kate and Linda went to kindergarten together, know where the bodies are buried, and Casa Da Linda is about a 2 minute walk from Casa Da Sam and Kate. Linda may have been the first girl Kate ever had sex with; they have a LOT of history together. Last week they were equally obsessed with picking the ridiculous amount of blackberries that have popped up over the preceding week or two. There’s jars and jars of blackberry jelly in the house right now.

Lisa and Linda had never met before and in about the blink of an eye the three of them were like peas in a pod. Plenty of sex conversation on the porch between them. After they left, I told Kate it looked like an episode of “The L Word”.

Linda, were her situation different, would have enjoyed last Saturday nights adventures; Lisa, being as gay a lesbian as the day is long, probably wouldn’t have dug it so much.

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 and cuckold spectrums; 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.

Well, it started off innocently enough. 🙄

Kate and Ellie had earmarked last weekend as an opportunity to get together and perhaps hit a club or go to a pool party. The three of us were each off, and the calendar was clear. Given I’m typically in charge of logistics, I took to the sites to see what was going on.

(Ellie is our long term platonic friend who’s every bit as slutty as Kate is; from time to time the three of us go on adventures. Thinking about it, the adventures have all been to house parties.)

As it happened, a group we’ve been trying to cross paths with for a while was having a party that weekend. After a brief (very brief) consultation with both Kate and Ellie, it was decided this party was the move to make.

This is a new to us group thats far enough away to make it a hotel night for the 3 of us. I’m not going to get into specifics about the group or the host, not yet at least, that will come down the road in another post.

In case the subtitle didn’t give it away, or you have a phobia of subtitles, this was an interracial party. Also, for those who perhaps aren’t clear, these parties are designed to put black men and white women together. Yes, it’s a thing. There’s 100% an energy there that’s unlike anything else I’ve witnessed in the ENM / Swing world. Typically there’s going to be about twice as many (probably more) men than women. In what’s not much of a plot twist, Kate and Ellie enjoy these environments.

The house was located in a quiet woodsy section of the suburbs. It was a fairly small affair; 2 other couples and I think 9 men. Good numbers for that sort of evening. As is typical of house parties, the various (5 or 6 as I recall) play spaces were seperate from the common area. There was a little bit of foreplay in the living room over the course of the evening, mainly kissing and rubbing, tho Kate did find herself on the couch with a cock in her mouth at one point.

There was a great vibe sharing space and chit chatting before a nipple broke free and the party really got going. Everyone was chill, there was no angsty or overly amped energy. Sometimes you’ll see that one guy or couple who put off the had an extra cup of coffee mixed with pimply teenage boy “oh wow, girls who like to fuck” entitled energy. Not so that night. Everyone was cool, we’d all been there and done that and knew the simple fact that this shit is one of the secrets of life. The anticipation was focused on who’s going to fuck who; there wasn’t any will I get some energy.

By the time the dust settled that night, Kate’s “body count” had increased by 4.

Part of the draw for me is that Kate gets to experience different energy. I learned at our very first MFM threesome that Kate enjoys rougher sexual energy; she likes being tossed around and fucked by a man who’s taking what he wants and is being willingly given. That’s just not my vibe. It was the vibe of each of the four men that night.

This was a night that wasn’t about me. I knew that going in and was 100% ok with it. There are times and places for everything. I can totally see how some people could see an imbalance, well, that’s because there was one. In that place, at that time, me being who I am, my sexual energy wasn’t on anyone’s front burner. I’ve spent enough time in enough environments like this to know that while anything is possible, it’s not likely. I have no desire to be that guy; the guy making things awkward and uncomfortable for other people with out of place energy. I’ve seen it before at other parties, and I’d be mortified if it were me.

I was content in that moment Saturday night to be a good wingman to Kate, and Ellie to an extent as well. Kate and I were snuggly, that’s not in the relationship I have with Ellie. I was home base between rounds for both; someone with whom they could discharge a bit of the emotional and physical static that builds up over the evening. Kinda like I was a safe place, but safe isn’t the right word. That would imply a lack of safety at the party, and nothing could be further from the truth.

Events like this, house parties instead of hotel parties, lend themselves to a more private experience for Kate and her lovers. By private I mean away from me. That’s different energy and it works for us just as well as the exhibitionist vibe in front of a crowd of 10–15 onlookers in a hotel suite. The house party privacy gives her more space and freedom to truly let her freak flag fly and get lost in the sexual exchange with another man.

My contribution to the evening was being the reason Kate could say yes instead of the reason she had to say no.

I try to keep this blog R to NC-17 rated, and I’m not going to change that now. Lisa, after hearing about one of Kate’s behind closed doors adventures that night did drop what can only be described as the perfect emoji for that circumstance…. 😶‍🌫️….I’ll leave the interpretation to you.

The energy between Kate and I has been up since the weekend. There’s something that I haven’t been able to quantify yet that reliably happens after weekends like that. It’s like those nights are a relationship deep clean. There’s so much vulnerability and trust exchanged between us over the course of the evening, it kinda grinds away the layer of barnacles and rust that just by default attaches to a couple over time.

It’s now Wednesday evening and Clifford is probably napping again. That dog lives the life for sure. Kate’s on her way to have a meal with James, it’s nice that they’re getting together to break bread.

Side note, Cliff and I saw what we thought were a pair of Bald Eagles on our walk up the mountain this morning. About an hour later Kate confirmed it as she saw one landing in the trees across the street and above the creek. Suffice to say we’ll be watching.

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

Sam & Kate