Black Jack

 

Jack was the narrator of our first four stories: The Wager, Another Wager, Raising the Stakes, and Laying Odds. This time, it is my turn to tell our tale. This is Chloe by the way, nice to meet you!

Jack and I have continued to meet new couples on SwingParters and we have been to a few more group parties. I have lost count as to how many men I have been with since we began our sexual exploration journey. I know it must be at least a hundred times as many men as I slept with before Jack and I got married, and I was pretty active for a young country girl living in the dorms back then.

That is the most puzzling aspect of this. Both Jack and I assumed that we would not be with other people once we got married. Fidelity was not something we talked about before our wedding night. Being faithful to each other was just something that we thought comes naturally with a marriage, like having a joint checking account.

It seems strange to admit to being an adulterer, but I cannot help but feel that we are anything more than just being mischievous. And to be perfectly honest, I don't see anything mischievous either in this thing we share with each other.

I love Jack every bit as much as I did that night when he carried me over the threshold, I love him much more in fact. Neither of us considers what we do as being unfaithful to each other. Both of us agree that we are sharing to a degree that most monogamous couples could never achieve, that's a good thing, isn't it?

However, as I write this, something new has been added to my world. I have developed real feelings about someone, real feelings for someone else.

Telling my side of this story is a way for me to let Jack know about these new emotions. I want him to know that regardless of how I feel about Henry, my love for Jack has not wavered. No matter how much I love Henry, Jack will never lose me, not as long as he still wants me, he won't. I have simply added something to me, not taken away from us.

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I was doing laundry one Sunday afternoon about a month ago when I heard Jack calling to me from the dining room. As I walked in, he handed me a page he had printed off the printer.

"We got an email from someone on SwingPartners," he said as he handed it to me. "It is a very interesting letter," he added. "I wanted you to read it before you looked at the online profile."

I was caught off guard by this; before, whenever Jack wanted me to read an email, he had just called me over and instructed me to sit down and read it right off the computer monitor. I quickly glanced down at the letter and saw that it was abnormally long compared to most of the messages we received.

"What's it about," I asked. "Who is it from?"

"Just read it," said Jack. "It's from a single guy."

We had occasionally received emails from single men; many of them were jerks we suspected were cheating on their wives. In most cases, we just ignored them. We did not feel we were cheating on each other and we had no interest in helping someone who was.

The message started out "Dear J & C..." J & C were what we had used for our names on our profile. I grabbed a seat on the couch and began to read the letter. Jack had a really strange look on his face which made me all the more curious about what was so special about this particular message.

I decided to read the message aloud, "Dear J & C, I have been reading your profile and I am very interested in meeting you. I am a single man, just over thirty years old. I have been on this website for six months and you are the very first people I have written to."

That was interesting, I thought. I wondered what was it about us that sparked his interest enough to write to us. I continued reading the message.

"Let me begin by saying that I am not a swinger. I joined this website because I felt something was missing in my life and that perhaps, I might find it here.

I am not on here just to find someone to have sex with. I am looking for someone whom I can relate to and become friends with. Let me start by saying I have the utmost respect for your situation. With your permission J, I would like to speak directly to C.

C, my name is Henry. I have visited your profile several times over the past week. You are a beautiful woman. You have a glow in your face that I find myself fascinated by."

"Wow," I said, "that's different," I said to Jack, "usually single guys just want to know when they can come over and fuck."

Jack responded, "I know, that's why I printed this one out for you. Just keep reading."

I looked at Jack's face and I simply could not interpret what his thoughts were. He appeared partly amused, yet very serious as well. I wanted him to tell me what was going on but obviously, he wanted me to finish reading the message before we talked about it.

"I am intrigued by what I read about your likes and dislikes and I believe that you and I may have many similar interests." I tried to remember what things Jack and I had put into that profile.

"If your husband does not object, I would like to take you to dinner some evening soon. I want to emphasize that I have the utmost respect for your husband and your marriage. My telephone number is 555-437-9211 if you would like to speak to me."

It was signed "Henry"

"Well," I said, "so he wants to take me out on a date huh?"

I chuckled because I had not gone out on a date with someone for years other than with Jack, and we quit calling them dates a year before we got married. At first, my inclination was to say, "No, I'm a married woman. I do not date other men. Maybe we can screw, but I don't date."

"Jack, what did you tell him," I asked.

"I haven't told him anything yet. I just wanted you to read his message." Jack said.

That was the moment that I simply knew that there must be more to this than just the letter.

"Is going out on a 'date', is that something we do?" I asked.

I did not know whether I was asking Jack this or asking myself. I definitely felt flattered by the message. I suspect I was already inclined to say yes to this Henry fellow but I was unsure of what Jack wanted me to say.

Jack said, "I don't object to the idea of you going out with someone, on a date. It's not like you would be doing it behind my back."

Although Jack appeared to be giving his blessing to the idea, I was somewhat suspicious of his motives. Was he testing me? I tried to decide what to do next. If this was some kind of loyalty test, I did not like it. What we had done as a couple had actually felt 'natural' and neither of us felt any guilt about what we had done.

"Let me see his profile," I demanded. I thought that would be the most benign way to take the next step. Perhaps when I saw his picture and read his profile, I would know better how to handle this situation. I thought this guy is probably about three hundred pounds and freaky looking. Jack thinks it is funny somehow, that some big; fat, ugly dude was trying to get my attention.

"Okay," he said and he used the mouse to click on a tab and I saw what Henry looked like.

"He's black, Jack!" I gasped.