The Black Man’s Fan Club

My new "squeeze" and I had just enjoyed a fabulous session on his couch.

Leather, by the way!

And after getting back into my clothes (he got into his uniform) we got ready to leave the house so he could drop me off at home and start making his way to work.

I joined him in the kitchen once I'd put my trainers and coat on and watched as he made some coffee to take with him in his silver and black flask.

As he went about his way, he suddenly launched into conversation about a swinging club he'd recently been to - the Black Man's Fan Club is what it was called and it was designed for women with an appreciation for a black man.

Now, he’d told me about this club the previous day when he’d confessed to going there shortly after we met. It hadn’t been a problem yesterday but today, right here and right now it was a HUGE problem.

As he rattled on and on about the delights of watching "professionals" get it on and learning new moves in bed from watching the man get it on in public with the woman I became increasingly aware of the fact that this man was interested in giving it a go.

I knew and understood that someone didn't talk so much (and so excitedly) about something and not want to do it.

No way! 

The way I saw it, he actually wanted to get involved and get it on in front of a room full of people.

Just to be sure, I decided to ask him if it was something he would want to do and to my horror, he answered yes.

Of course I didn't let on that I was horrified.

Oh no!

I wanted it to look like it was all cool with me and that it wasn't anything but a thing.

But shoo! It was a thing.

As it was, I was already struggling with the fact that he might not be willing to be the father to my unborn child as I wanted (another long story).

Now he wants to add swinging and multiple sexual partners to the equation?!

I can do jealousy and messed up over a man all by myself, I don't need his help with that!

So, then the inevitable question came.

"What about you Miss J? Is this something you would want to do?"

"Hell no!" is what I wanted to scream, but opted for something more sedate and less indicative of how anti I was about all this.

I didn't want either of us going to a swinging club and I certainly didn't want this conversation to be going on.

I mean, of all the things to talk about, he picks this?

Just the other day he was talking about how he only wanted me and today he's talking about getting it on with other people?!

Ha!

Right there I saw just how unserious a guy he was.

One day it's one thing and the next it's another.

He says he just wants a normal life but when he thinks becoming an attendee at the Black Man's Fan Club will open up his mind and liberate him, a girl's gotta see the forest for the trees and run!