Chief and Aisha pull up in their green milk truck made into a van. It had a bed and a little stove, refrigerator, carpet, lamp… all the amenities. Now the party could begin. Everyone had been waiting for them to arrive.
Aisha was the earthy hippie goddess – free spirited, delightful laugh, long bushy dark hair – no shaving – bushy armpits, bushy leg hair, bushy bush. This chubby goddess mother sits naked in a corner, a coverlet of red silk artistically draped across her corpulent body. She sits on a pile of large fluffy pillows rolling joints to sell which was her primary function there.
They called him, “Chief” like he was some great Indian warrior, but in fact, he was a gentle giant black dude with huge thighs, a nice booty, and a big dong. Everyone loved him. Men respected him and women wanted to be with him. Aisha could see their point of view. She wanted to share her bounty with others… and watch.
Sex is happening all around her. Chief is fucking some blond, hard bodied bitch with fake tits on the four poster bed in the middle of the room. He is a magnificent stud, his dark naked skin amplified by the gleaming silver and turquoise jewelry that adorns his body – wrists, fingers, ears. Several people linger to observe the coupling, kissing and fondling nearby.
Aisha likes to watch too. His giant ten inch prick is engorged three inches wide for the occasion. The blond is moaning now as he strokes it into her. Aisha smiles in appreciation and anticipation. Her clients have moved away from her to obtain a closer look at the main event. Women liked to suck his cock and then have their husbands take a try at it. Then Chief would either fuck the broad or the dude – he didn’t care which and on to the next set up.
Aisha begins to fondle her own cunt just as another member of the club sees her and bends down to give her an oral assist. She loves to get her pussy eaten and she doesn’t care who does it. When all of her clients are satisfied with her wares, and she begins to tire, she quietly excuses herself retreating into the van to wait for her spouse to finish his marathon.
These middle class orgies in the suburbs of cities all across America were the answer to the people who missed out on the sexual revolution by ten or twenty years. By swinging, they could safely stay within a certain group of players while remaining married and holding down responsible jobs and raising kids. The parties were usually held in someone’s home or a designated hotel suite. The frequency was determined by the individual couples. Some met once a week, some once a month.
When Aisha and Chief entered a party, they brought with them a sense of excitement, the unexplored… a beautiful well-educated hippie queen and a big black stud with an aura of danger about him. Realistically he could have forced his way with any of them, but he wasn’t like that. She rolled a good joint. He was strong and charming. They jump started these white middle class swap meets. They made the party a party!
(First published 8/18/11)
