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, 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…..?

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