I’ll go to the Swinger’s Club

I remember in college someone bringing it up, the swinger’s bar, Club Black. It appealed to a very specific group of white couples looking to swing with black couples or just looking for black bulls. I never forgot the name and now I knew why. I always knew deep down that Tyler was not enough, and now I needed to act. It was still early in the day but I had nothing better to do than spend time getting ready. I spent almost an hour in front of the mirror with one goal in mind. I wanted to feel what a real black man could do and then I would tell Tyler every detail tonight.

I went through my closet and put together an outfit that screamed I was down to fuck.

My heart was thumping now, every second now my dream, my desire was becoming closer to reality. I had no idea what to expect, I looked up directions and I was surprised to see that the club was actually kinda close. I gathered my things into my small purse and looked over myself in the mirror one last time. With that I was ready to go. I walked to my front door, but the moment my hand was on the knob I knew that if I left I would never go back to my old lifestyle. Was I being crazy?