Some years back, my husband convinced me to pull a train for four of his co-workers. Long story. So initially, I did it for him. But he couldn't handle the reality of hearing me in the bedroom with each of them, screaming my brains out... and cumming hard for each guy. He always struggled to make me cum. He ordered me to stop... but after experienced how really good sex can be, there was no turning back. He is my ex husband. And I have not remarried. No way. Having way too much fun being a slut for Black guys. NOW, I do it for me... as often as possible.
I ran into one of those too!!!
Way back in the days of accessing the net through local chat groups and mIRC I talked to the male half of a couple who were 'thinking of it'; we were 400 miles apart so it was only conversation for about six months before schedules aligned to meet in Atlanta. She was obviously nervous, so we talked and sipped beer until she relaxed and we got into it. He sat in a chair and watched, occasionally getting up and moving to a different view, especially as she started to let go and get into it. After I came I got up and got water for both of us, thinking this is just a break before round two.
Out of nowhere he starts shouting and cursing at her "fucking whore", "no good slut" etc. "Self, this is not good" so I start putting on my clothes. Now he's talking about beating the ******* out of her.
"No sir, you can't do that, and you especially can't do that here. This hotel room is in my name, and if you start anything, however bad it gets in here I WILL have you arrested." He was steaming, but I got both of them to sit down and I talked to them about the barrage of emotions I felt my first swinging experience...my wife and I, both Black, swapped with a white couple. I saw their foreplay and I was watching theirs....I could never recall what happened that diverted my attention but I looked back at the exact moment my wife straddled him and impaled herself. We were together 18 years and I've been widowed over 20; to this day it is still by far the most sensual, erotic memory of her. All of that to say I knew about the flood of emotions he was experiencing.
When it seemed he'd calmed down some I told them I was going to leave, they were free to keep the room overnight if they wished. I also told them together I was giving her my phone number for emergency purposes only and acknowledged I had the entire transcript of the dialog between him and I over the months if it was ever needed. Hell no, I never spoke to either of them again.