It started like any other Saturday. My husband Jim and I were enjoying a lazy morning, sipping coffee and catching up on the news, when the phone buzzed. It was a call from an unknown number. My husband answered, and it was John, a man we had met a few months back at a local swingers' club. He was a friendly, unassuming fellow, always quick with a joke and a flirtatious wink.

The call was brief but intriguing: "Hey, you two lovebirds. I'm hosting a very exclusive gathering tonight at a new black swingers' club. Want to join?" he asked with a grin in his voice.

Jim and I exchanged a glance, and I shrugged. We had been exploring the world of swinging for a year now, and while we enjoyed the excitement of new experiences together, we were starting to crave something more...intense. John had always boasted of being part of an underground world of pleasure, always with a sly grin and a raised eyebrow. Curiosity got the better of us.

Jim nodded eagerly. "Sure, sounds fun!" I said, a thrill of anticipation jolting through me.

"Trust me, it will be a night you'll never forget." John gave us the address. "Oh, just a heads up - this is a no-clothes-allowed type of place. Leave them in the car and walk in naked, okay? I'll see you at 9 pm sharp."

I bit my lip, a thrill running through me. Exhibitionism was nothing new to Jim and me. We enjoyed the thrill, the excitement of being in the open, showing off our bodies without shame. So, of course, we agreed.

We spent the day in a haze of lust and nervous energy. I did some yoga to limber up and clear my mind, joking that I wanted to be "sufficiently flexible," my mind wandering to wild fantasies of what deviant delights the night might bring. Jim also had to adjust the day's focus and went to the gym.

It was a dark, foggy evening. The mist blanketed the car's windshield as Jim and I drove down a long, winding road, turns blurring into each other. As the car splashed through puddles, I watched the GPS. "Two miles to go," I announced. Jim reached over and squeezed my thigh, his eyes bright with anticipation. He was rock hard already, straining against his pants. I was wet, too, my pussy throbbing with need. We were both eager for whatever lay ahead.

John's directions led us to a seedy part of town. A few minutes later, we pulled up to a nondescript building. We stripped off our clothes, leaving them in a heap on the back seat. Completely nude, our skin prickling in the night air, excitement having our hearts pounding, we walked to the unmarked metal door.

The door swung open, and as we entered the dimly lit building, John greeted us with a mischievous grin. "Welcome, friends! I'm so glad you made it." He gave us a welcoming hug and led us out onto the main floor. “Come meet everyone. You two are the main entertainment tonight. My friends here wanted a white couple to play with. Feel free to use any and all of them as you like."

The poorly lit hallway opened to a larger room; our eyes went wide. It wasn't a club at all, but a dingy bar. The room was packed with around twenty men, all fully nude as well, all black, all with hungry eyes roving over my naked body. But something struck me as odd right away - there were no other women besides myself to be seen anywhere.

Wait, had John said "main entertainment"?

"Listen up, everyone," John called out. “I'd like to introduce you all to our special guests tonight." He gestured dramatically at Jim and me. "Feast your eyes on this delectable white meat! Every hole is available for your pleasure over the next seven hours." Dozens of eyes turned to look at us.

I felt a rush of arousal at his words. Jim and I glanced at each other, a bit surprised. We'd thought this would be a typical mixed swingers club, but it seemed we were the only couple and I, the only woman in attendance. The room was filled with dozens of very handsome, very aroused black men, all eyeing us hungrily. I felt a rush of heat between my legs.

These guys were all familiar with each other, chatting like old pals. Bisexual to the core is what I was picking up. Jim gave me a questioning look, but I just shrugged. No turning back now.

"Fuck yeah, fresh white meat!" one strapping black dude cheered. A tall, muscular man stepped forward, hands roaming my curves. "Damn, thick in all the right places."

Soon a line had formed in front of Jim and me, all hard cocks at the ready. Well, I thought, we came to swing and swing we shall. Someone pulled me into a deep, wet kiss. Jim was kissing another man, too, his eyes fluttering closed in bliss. I got on my knees and took the first cock down my throat while reaching for another. The night was young, and we had a long, wondrous journey ahead.

I was immediately surrounded, hands caressing my curves. A thick cock slid into my eager pussy as I bent over. Another prodded at my asshole insistently. Before I could react, he was inside me, too, stretching me deliciously. I moaned loudly, relishing the overwhelming sensation of being so thoroughly filled and used.

Time lost meaning in that den of depravity. I let the men use me however they wanted. Three at a time, four, one in my creamy cunt, one in my tight ass, one in my mouth, my mind blanking to everything but sensation. I was a sex toy, a receptacle for their pleasure. I loved it.

I lost count of how many men I sucked, fucked, and fingered over the next several hours. Cocks of all shapes and sizes, in every hole. It was an erotic onslaught like I'd never experienced. I came so many times I lost track.

Glancing over, I saw Jim on his knees; he was really getting into it too, taking cock after cock down his throat. His ass was raised and presented lewdly as he sucked. A man thrust into him from behind, fucking him hard and deep. Jim's eyes rolled back in ecstasy. He was in heaven, fucking and getting fucked in every position imaginable, taking it in his ass while deep-throating another dude and stroking two others. He looked so happy.

Hours flew by in a blur of bodies and sensations. Grunting men used me like a sex doll, passing me around. My pussy, ass, and mouth were never empty. Sweat. Moans. The musky scent of sex. My holes were stretched and sloppy, repeatedly filled and fucked. Jim's throat bulged with cock after cock. When a cock breached a new channel inside me, painting my cervix white, he shot his load just from the sight.

As the night wore on, after my pussy had been pounded more times than I could count, my body ached so sweetly, well-used, and dripping with cum. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, a huge, imposing figure emerged from the crowd. "I'm Horse," he said in a deep voice. "Heard you've been saving the best for last."

I looked down to see the biggest black cock I'd ever seen - at least 14 inches long, girthy, and veiny. Horse lined up his monster at my pussy. He speared me in one hard thrust, instantly filling me to the brim. Without much effort, he slid in smoothly, not even a hint of resistance after all the cocks I'd taken.

"Aw fuck," I cried at the overwhelming fullness. "Oh fuck, so big!" The feeling of such girth in my hole was indescribable. He fucked me like a jackhammer, and I came screaming, juices spraying everywhere. He wasn’t done yet.

He then pulled out and pressed against my asshole. I expected discomfort, but he slipped right in. "Oh fuck!" I cried, so incredibly full. Horse proceeded to fuck me with long, deep strokes that made me see stars. Each drag of his hips sent me closer to the edge. Horse's balls slapping my clit. "Mmm, yes!" I gasped. He stretched me open, reaching unimaginable depths. I came over and over on his cock, my ass grasping him tight. I'd never been so full before. When his erupting cock flooded me, the bar exploded in a frenzy, everyone climaxing at once.

After Horse finished with an epic spurt, the other guys started to lose steam as well. They had their fill of my pussy and Jim's holes. "Time for a wash," someone declared. Exhausted and thoroughly satisfied, Jim and I were led out to the alley outside, still dripping with cum. They sprayed us down with a hose, sticking the spray nozzle up our holes to wash us inside and out. A bizarre end to the night.

An eternity later, the party was winding down. When the men were satisfied, John drove us home, naked and spent. "I hope you had a great time!" he said with a grin. "I'll bring your clothes by tomorrow. Now get some rest!" He left us at the curb, naked and marked by multiple partners.

We did the walk of shame to the door but honestly didn't care, too fucked out to be embarrassed. Once inside, we collapsed into a deep sleep.

We slept 18 hours, too fucked out to function, still buzzing from the night's activities. Physically, we were sore and raw. But emotionally, we were flying high.

"Wow," I said as we stumbled to bed. "That was...wow."

Jim hauled me against him. "Fucking amazing. I'm going to be feeling that for weeks."

My phone buzzed; I had a text from John: "You two were a big hit! I counted 26 cocks for you and many more for your hubby. Hope you can walk again soon!" We managed a laugh between wincing in pain.

A week later, we were just now able to move around again without waddling. The soreness was worth it, though. We still get a kick out of thinking about that crazy night. Maybe we'll visit that special club again when we're healed up enough to take their bisexuality again. A wild and memorable experience, one we'll never forget.