Miami Diaries — Black N Kinky

Amoako Boafo, Yellow Blanket, 2018

 

In May 2021 we spoke at a lifestyle gathering in Miami called Podcast-A-Palooza. One hundred swinger couples from across North America gathered for three days of seminars and partying in South Beach. Unofficially, the event served as a kind of coming-out party after the privations of the Covid-19 pandemic. For us, it was four days of epic stories. Here’s the third in the series about an encounter that might have appeared to be the fulfillment of a BBC (Big Black Cock) fantasy, but looks can be deceiving.

HIM: One of the first couples we ran into at Podcast-A-Palooza (PCAP) was Bomber & Belle of the ‘Black N Kinky Lifestyle Podcast’. Like us, they were there as presenters. We had met them once two years ago, but they were one of the couples we were hoping to get to know better on this trip.  So, we said a quick hello, vowing to connect at some point over the weekend as we hurried on our way.

HER: One of the challenges at PCAP was that there was a long list of people we wanted to spend quality time with. I’ve enjoyed listening to Black N Kinky’s thoughtful discussions about race in the lifestyle, and — as someone who cares deeply about equity and human rights — I thought there would be hours of fascinating conversation to be had if we ever got a chance to sit down together. But, with meeting so many new, interesting people, it soon became evident that we would not have enough time for deep conversations with everyone.

HIM: We kind of decided that we would just have to rely on serendipity, that we would simply enjoy talking to (and playing with) whoever fate brought across our path.

HER: Well, fate intervened in the most interesting way imaginable with Bomber & Belle. On the first night of PCAP, I found myself on a massage table being caressed by 16 hands. Some of those people also asked if they could kiss me, and by far the most memorable of them was Bomber. Even in my blissed-out state, with my eyes closed and sensations coming at me from every angle, his kisses stood out. I could tell that he had skills.

HIM: I can sort of remember that moment, but I didn’t see him after you got off the table. I think he was enjoying making the rounds, not getting tied into any single situation. I got the distinct impression, however, that Belle was not close-by, that perhaps this Bomber was flying a solo mission.

HER: Ok, can you promise that will be the last double entendre using his name?

HIM: Um, sure.

HER: The next time I saw him was by the pool. He was applying temporary Black N Kinky tattoos to the bodies of ladies walking by. Of course, I stopped to participate. After he put his stamp on my hip, I figured he had claimed me, so when he jumped in the pool I followed right after him. It was the one and only time I actually got into the water all weekend, and we started making out right away. I got more of those delicious kisses that had been so enticing the night before, and things escalated quickly. His hands were everywhere, and there was some pretty intense dry (wet?) humping.

HIM: While you were getting busy with Bomber, I noticed that Belle was standing in the water by herself. I hate seeing anyone who looks like they might be feeling left out, so I started talking to her about her work, family, etc. She was not sending me any sexual vibes, which was fine, but I wanted to make sure she wasn’t offended by me not making a move on her. “I’m a slow mover married to a fast mover,” I said, gesturing to the two of you going at it literally three feet away. She laughed, and replied, “Me too!”

HER: It was blistering hot in the pool, and there was no shade to be had, so after a while, I told Bomber that I had to get out before I burned up. I added that I would definitely like to see him later, but the next time we encountered each other was again completely by accident.

HIM: That night, we went back to the playrooms without arranging to meet anyone specific there. We peeked into one that was set up around a piece of sex furniture, a chaise longue known as The Liberator.  There were bodies draped all over it, so we hovered close by until we found a way to slide in. Before long, you were on the chaisse getting spanked and I was receiving oral sex from a gorgeous woman named Michelle who I had spoken to briefly earlier in the day.

HER: After a while, I gave up my position so someone else could have a turn on the chaise. There was a woman bent over it who was being pounded from behind by her husband, and suddenly I wanted the same thing. So, I motioned you over to the sofa beside the Liberator and I bent over the armrest. We were in the perfect position to keep watching the bodies connecting all around us. Almost as soon as you slid your cock into me, Bomber wandered into the room and started checking out the action. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he noticed me getting fucked by you and came over.

HIM: As I remember it, no words were exchanged: he made his way over to us and you took his cock directly into your mouth, as if you’d arrange to do exactly that in advance. I guess that’s what chemistry is all about. After a while, however, you did use your words to tell him that you wanted him inside your pussy. Obviously, that meant it was my time to step aside.

HER: In case any of our readers think that was a harsh move on my part, I did it at least partly because I thought you would like it. Now, don’t get me wrong, I really did want to feel his cock inside me, but I knew that me saying it out loud would appeal to you. You definitely enjoy the cuckold dynamic as long as there is no explicit humiliation involved.

HIM: You’re absolutely right about that. It’s the reason I don’t enjoy cuckold porn, which seems to be based on insults and disrespect. I get turned on by any scenario where a woman is unapologetically, selfishly sexual, and the effect is multiplied tenfold when the woman is my wife. So, I happily took my position a few feet away, jerking off while watching the two of you. As I’ve said elsewhere, I also like people watching me watching you have sex. There is probably some implicit humiliation involved, but if you or he had said anything derogatory toward me, the moment would have been completely ruined. Fortunately, everyone played their parts to perfection.

HER: After a while, I got a little uncomfortable bending over the sofa, and wanted to try a few different positions, so I suggested we move the show into the bedroom next door.

HIM: I followed a few minutes after and positioned myself just off the foot of the bed. At one point I looked behind me to see the en suite bathroom door open…and Michelle (who had been giving me a blowjob on the Liberator) was sitting on the toilet! She shrugged her shoulders and smiled at me. “I had to pee,” she said, sheepish but not embarrassed. I smiled back. It was a cute little moment. When she came out, we embraced, and I pressed my hard cock into her. We spoke quietly about how much we appreciated getting to know each other, both earlier in the day at the pool and just moments before on the chaise. She liked that I wasn’t in a rush to fuck her, even though she had sucked my cock with abandon. I think she and her husband Tyson were still pretty new to the lifestyle, despite her obvious comfort with this strange situation. After she left, I turned my attention back to the two of you.

HER: Bomber and I were working our way through a few positions on the bed. He really knows what he’s doing!  At one point I asked, “So, how kinky are you?” He just laughed. I hoped he would get a little rough, but we hadn’t had that conversation in advance, so we kept things simple. He got me dangerously close to orgasm, but, as so often happens, I couldn’t quite get over the top.

HIM: I noticed him starting to fade after what had been an epic performance, and asked if he wanted me to take over. He seemed grateful for the break and rolled over onto the bed beside you. Propped up on one elbow, he watched me fuck you to another orgasm, making very appreciative comments along the way. At one point I even shook hands with him while I was inside you.

HER: What?

HIM: I know it sounds weird, but, in the moment, it seemed like the thing to do.

HER: I was surprised that Bomber didn’t leave right away, that he seemed interested to stay and chat. After we introduced ourselves with our real names (I figure that’s cool after you’ve had sex, right?), I asked where Belle was. I usually like to ask the woman in advance if it’s okay for me to play with her husband alone, and I always want to thank the woman afterwards for sharing. It seems like important swinger etiquette. Since this was the second night in a row I had seen him in the playrooms alone, I figured playing separately was their dynamic, but I was curious. He said she was in bed, that they had recently had a baby, and she had even brought a breast pump with her to PCAP. Suddenly, it all made sense. In that moment, I had a flash of regret that I hadn’t been in the lifestyle when I had my kids. It would have relieved so much pressure on me to be able to send my husband out to have sex with other people! Anyway, I did make sure to say thank you when I saw her the next day.

HIM: On our way out of the playroom, I noticed that we had been the only ones there, probably for some time. With so many individuals coming in and out, I realized that there were some people who had only seen me masturbating while watching you have sex with a black man. They had missed me fucking you before Bomber came into the room, and had missed me getting you to orgasm after he tapped out. They would imagine they knew exactly what they were witnessing: a white couple with some kind of race-based cuckold fetish. But they would have been wrong. A mutual attraction had blossomed between a man and a woman, and that woman’s husband did what he could to facilitate that attraction. Neither you nor I gave any thought to his colour.

HER: We’ve talked before about how much I hate the whole BBC (‘Big Black Cock’) thing.  Yes, I thought Bomber was sexy, and his colour played a part in that, to be sure. His skin is beautiful. On the other hand, I don’t fetishize really big cocks, so the BC part of the BBC formula doesn’t work for me .And  I had my eyes closed that first night on the massage table when his kiss made such an impression on me. That moment was about chemistry and skill, pure and simple, not colour. So, people will see what they want to see, I suppose, and attach their own narrative to it. I can’t manage other people’s perceptions, and, if that kind of thing is their fantasy, I hope they enjoyed the show.

 

2 Comments Add yours

  1. John Nelson says:

    How is it handled if you get a “bull” who starts pulling progressively offensive and/ or derogatory and humiliation moves on the cuckold? As an example, it starts out OK, but then arrogance and abuse slip in to the play. It’s a scenario I can easily imagine taking place from people of all backgrounds.

    1. Him and Her says:

      We’ve never experienced anything like that, but disrespect or actions that made either one of us uncomfortable would mean we would never play with that person again. We haven’t played with many single men, but every one of the people we’ve been with over the past ten years has been respectful and kind. Mrs M has a very well-developed sense of people’s energy. She can quickly tell if someone is going to be ‘our kind’ of person, and we only play with people that we both feel good about, so it’s hard to imagine getting as far as the bedroom without some red flags coming up if a guy was problematic.

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