Once They Go Black
(M+/F+, ir, best, slut, wife)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

Whenever pressed for details (and I was loose enough to relate the stories), I would recall some more of the sisters' games they loved to play with their black male lovers. It wasn't enough that the two women were beautiful young blondes who had incredible bodies, cute faces to match, and loved to fuck around with and without their husbands. No, these two young women had developed a sense of adventure that led them to a need for a constant stream of sex.

The taboo of having sex with someone other than a spouse was like a dependency on a drug that required bigger and stranger doses to satisfy the hunger. It started with my sister-in-law, Jodi, who got her first taste of adventure when she got me to take her to the store to pick out a new dildo, and wound up selecting a nicely formed, soft surgical rubber black model. The thrill of imagining a black cock in her pussy led her to venturing out and seducing a black member of the local gym where she worked. She couldn't contain her excitement of breaching the taboo, and pressed her sister into trying it. My wife soon developed the same inner excitement, and the two femmes began building a herd of black studs, personally chosen to be the biggest and best. A husband's first reaction to his golden haired housewife having a propensity for black cock usually borders on a near death experience. To see both his wife and her sister with the same addiction, well, that's a totally different reality.

The two girls liked their black meat; that was for sure. They often had their men over to fuck them, either at Jodi's house, or even in my own bed as the occasion arose, and they even had the balls to introduce me to their lovers. It wasn't out of spite, mind you, but out of a desire to gain full permission to pursue the hobby they loved.

The two sisters actively sponsored many of the swing parties, most of them involving their "inner core" of women members, and quite often held at one of the member's homes during a weekday afternoon. The girls liked to organize their private parties around some theme, and liked the freedom to be as wild as they wished. They held no secrets about the afternoon get- togethers that they held once or twice a week. They just wanted, "...the opportunity to invite who they wanted, and to have the freedom to get fucked as they wanted." It was all very innocent and serious at the same time, for they were convinced that they were doing nothing wrong, and they felt that it enhanced their marriages by giving them that freedom. Consequently, my wife almost always told me of her misadventures, and didn't attempt to hide her participation in the events. For them, it was all done for pure fun, physical and mental. If either one had a rape fantasy, it was for the excitement and not the pain. They took their fun seriously and with all out enthusiasm. It was a part of life that would only stay a few years, and they were bound and determined to milk it for all it was worth.

I remember the time when my out-of-town work actually sent me home early on a Thursday to do some business in my hometown. It was a week that I wasn't expected to be home at all, since I had just left the previous Sunday for another two-week stint on the road. I thought I would surprise my wife, Jessica, having finished my work in the morning, and I arrived home shortly after twelve noon. I didn't notice my sister-in-law's car parked down the street, so when I entered the house, I really got a surprise. I entered quietly, thinking about my surprise, and heard feminine voices coming from the master bedroom. Quietly sneaking down the hall, I peeked through the partially opened bedroom door, and watched as Jessica, Jodi and two other girl friends were putting the finishing touches on themselves, getting ready for one of their afternoon parties with their studs. It seems as if my house was volunteered for that week's fuck fest.

The girls occasionally started out totally nude, but preferred to start their sessions dressed in some incredibly sexy outfit that they took pride in fashioning themselves. Both Jessica and Jodi were excellent seamstresses, and competed in making incredibly small pieces of cloth into something wearable. I had to admit, the outfits they concocted were really something to behold, and never failed to turn me on. My wife's outfit was a skin colored nylon cat suit, that she made from sheer nylon stocking material. The material stretched to every curve in her body, and had numerous oval shaped openings down each side and throughout. Some lace was strategically positioned in patterns from her ankles to her neckline, only this time it was carefully placed not to cover her tits and pussy, but to surround them. The transparent nylon stretched around her nipples, and clung to every slight fold of her slit and clit. She looked virtually nude atop her four-inch heels, and erotically accessible to those places that stood out so invitingly.

One of their friends had made a harem outfit of white sheer veil material made up of two separate pieces. Each piece (about four inches wide) was identical, intended for right and left sides of her body. They started by being tied once at each ankle, run up the inside of each leg and through a gold ring just below her cunt. One piece went to her back, the other to her front, up over her shoulder, and fastened to the other piece with Velcro about midway down her body. The effect was that one piece ran up the crack of her ass, over the shoulder and covered one breast, while the other ran up her front side, over the other breast. While the thin transparent material did little to hide her tits, the only way she could conceal her cunt was to keep the material bunched between closed legs. Or, at a whim, she could move to expose her bald pussy at will. At any rate, the flowing material up her crack, leaving her backside totally exposed, accentuated her asscheeks. The other girl was not quite as inventive, and chose to purchase her outfit from a sex shop, but still didn't disappoint. It was a typical open bra arrangement with pull away, or open crotch, but couldn't hold a candle to the looks of my wife and her sister.

Jodi's outfit was really not an outfit at all. It started with a single spaghetti-strap strip of chiffon material that she wrapped around the back of her neck, and then down the front over her tits where it widened to about four inches to cover her globes. The material then narrowed again; so she could tuck the two strands through her clit ring, and let it just hang over her bare pussy. From the back, she was totally nude, and from the front, she was only barely covered in strategic areas. Together with her long golden blond hair, she was the picture of a virgin innocence.

I slowly backed away from the door, not wanting to be seen, and returned to the family room where trays of snacks were set up, along with a cooler of chilled wine and assorted drinks. Pillows and mattresses were placed around the room, covered with silky sheets. Music was playing, and the incense was emitting a pleasant fragrance. I felt that I had wandered into a bordello as I decided to go back out and ring the doorbell.

You can imagine the look on Jessica's face as she swung the door open, expecting someone else. I tried to look surprised to match her expression as she backed away from the door, and the other girls came prancing down the hall. Jodi smirked, and Jessica did her best to take my presence in stride, and said, "Wow! What a surprise! Well, you're just in time for the party. Anyway, there are some people I always wanted you to meet." This statement seemed a little odd, for I knew all the women there, but as she looked past me, I suddenly realized that someone was approaching from behind me. I turned to see four very healthy looking black men turn to walk up my driveway, actually carrying flowers. Jessica pulled me into the house and rushed me to the kitchen, while her sister simultaneously said, "I'll play hostess for a few minutes, then it's your party."

After a quick explanation of my trip, Jessica hurried her lecture. "Look," she began in hushed tone, "it's great that you got to come home early, but we're having a party here today, and I'm hosting it for the girls. You know very well what goes on, and I'm not about to disappoint everyone and embarrass myself in the process. So, I guess your surprise has turned into my surprise." She cocked her hip and held her hands up in a helpless gesture and sexy pose, waiting for a response. My eyes traced her figure from platinum blond hair cut in a perfect bob style, perfectly made up face, down her sexy well exposed body to her white four inch heels. To say she was fuckable was a gross understatement, and my mind raced with images of how she would be taken that afternoon.

This was the time in our relationship when I had tried just about everything I could imagine to reconcile what was happening in our lives. I had gone from shocked to angry to trying to "fix" the situation, all to no avail. I realized several things by now. One was the fact that I wasn't going to stop my wife's antics. She was intent on living out her fantasies whether or not I was there to participate. Of course, I did have the choice of leaving her, but, alas, there was one big problem. I was in love with the bitch! However, there was one thing I hadn't tried, cooperation. I had never actually been totally supportive of her actions, and it dawned on me that the tack just might give me some say in the matter, at least some degree of control. But, is that what I really wanted? It was worth investigating, and, in an instant, I formulated my new plan of surprise. I would agree to everything, support her black sexing, and everything else imaginable. What could I lose?

"I... I had no idea," I stammered in a fashion befitting the situation. Then, figuring on a good offense, I blurted out, "No problem, Sweetheart. I've always wanted to meet your black lovers. They must be such gentlemen to bring flowers too. I assume you're the candy?" We both stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds, trying to see an opening, but then, at the same time, we both burst out laughing. It was obvious from her wide smile and relaxed posture that I had actually totally defused the situation, and made her believe that I was now accepting of her behavior. She was actually happy with me! So, taking me in hand, she kissed me and said, "C'mon, baby, there're some people I want you to meet!" And I followed as she sauntered into the family room.

Jessica sprang into the room, jumping off the single step, giddy with delight at the thought that I was giving in to her way of thinking. The girls had already offered drinks to everyone, had just finished modeling themselves for the men, and were cuddling up with black arms around their white, semi-nude bodies. As Jess's nearly naked body entered, all the men's eyes focused on her great figure before noticing me right behind. Surprise was not the word, perhaps shock would be better as they all straightened up with a guilty "caught with a hand in the cookie jar" look.

"Hi, I'm Jessica's husband," I offered with full confidence as I approached the first man to shake his hand. Jessica broke in with an attempted introduction, "Sweetheart, this is one of my lovers, Jerry." I thought to myself, "Hmmm, Jerry with the sweaty palms. I think I have the upper hand here." She continued to introduce her friends, "and these are my... our... other lovers," and each cordially took my hand in disbelief as I welcomed them to my home. Introductions were done in a matter of seconds, and I noticed Jessica leading the girls in smiles, as they stood relieved at my cheery attitude, and tried to look natural.

My strategy was working, and I definitely had my wife wrapped around my finger at this moment by my enthusiasm. I didn't let the advantage slip as I turned to Jerry, Wyan, Mike and Buzz (as he was known), "So, fellas, Jess and Jodi have told me about being serviced by you guys while I was away. Do you get over here often?" I took a drink from one of the girls and began sipping as I listened.

"You're kidding, right?" said Jerry.

"No, no! I really am Jessica's better half... and, that makes me Jodi's brother in law. And, I really am interested in meeting you guys and getting some first hand feedback about how it feels to fuck a another man's wife... and, in your case, especially if it's a white housewife." I was pushing it, and I immediately sensed my mistake.

"Look, I, uh... we didn't mean to... I mean, we didn't expect... we thought that."

"Really, guys," I softened my approach and put a hand on his shoulder, "this is the first time I've had a chance to meet my wife's playmates. And, so, I want you to know that I'm okay with this, so relax. Did I say something wrong?" I was still in control.

"No. Actually, it's me that's off guard, here. You know, I guess the girls were right."

"How's that?"

"They always told us that their mates were cool." Jerry smiled big, and shook my hand genuinely this time. I returned the smile, knowing that I was about to watch my wife get fucked by this guy, but also knowing that I had more to gain by enjoying it than fighting it. Besides, these guys weren't small. The conversation relaxed, and the girls went back to stroking their playmates egos and bodies. Even Jessica came up to Jerry while we were talking, and cradled under his big black arm, and guiding his hand to her tit, which he took the opportunity to massage in front of me.

The more I talked with Jerry and his friends, the more relaxed I became. I realized that these guys didn't fit my image of the black street gang, but were more gentlemen than anything else. They were very concerned with my comfort level, and that alone was enough to change my offense into acceptance. I was finding myself relieved that these men were actually human, and were only interested in good dirty fun, but not necessarily at my expense.

After about twenty minutes, the doorbell rang, and Jess trotted off to usher in five more studs to the party. I loved watching her form, as she looked for all the world to be naked while her bouncing walk jiggled her boobs, and her blond bob hairdo cropped perfectly around her face. The scene was pretty much the same... my semi-nude wife making the introductions, and the new comers feeling uneasy with the husband who was about to witness them filling his pet with black jism. The first group cut the ice by ensuring that everything was cool, and that I was looking forward to seeing my wife in action. As the party got going, the men's clothing started coming off bit by bit. I was impressed by Jess and Jodi's choice in black men. I had been told that they were very selective, but now I knew what they meant. Both sisters once told me, "We don't want to screw brown men, we want to fuck BLACK men with BLACK cocks." Every man the girls had invited had dark to exceptionally black skin, and their cocks?

I couldn't believe the jet-black slabs of tube steak that was swaying between their legs and slowing rising to attention. These things were huge - there wasn't a one short of ten inches at the very least! Jessica was so proud of her selections, and so excited about me being there, that she made a point of "showing me her men" by getting going from man to man, introducing me to their cocks. She was a vibrant little girl showing off her new dolls as she would wrap her small white hand around the base of a big dick and pump it half way to erection. Another she would suck for a few strokes to make her cheeks bulge, and flick her tongue in his cockhead before presenting the size to me as if it was her trophy. As she proceeded around the room, she would talk to me about each one, totally innocently saying things like, "...and this is Buzz. His poker is really thick and I get off on the way it stretches me wide. He fucks me about once a week... then there's Wyan," and she would move to show me the size of his balls and bat. I think that my wife was especially fond of balls, because she believed that the larger the man's balls, the larger the load he could shoot. She loved to massage those black testicles like they belonged to her. Meanwhile, Jodi and the other girls were getting off on the brashness of Jessica telling her husband of her preferences in black meat, and started the orgy while watching her in action.

Jessica was really working it, a leg up on the coffee table gave a great view of her pussy through the nylon, a bend over at the waist to loosen some guy's belt made her straight legs and straining muscles beg to be stroked, and no chance to cop a feel was missed as I watched her hand slip into the crotches of pants that were falling to the floor. Jodi wasn't losing a beat either. Her one- strap girl outfit was being invaded with and without invitation as her nipples were pinched, breasts squeezed and pussylips kissed while she lifted a leg to the arm of the sofa.

The women got the party going by starting some music, and, one by one, they got up to strip. Jodi danced first, turning it into a lap dance for two of the men, and ended up nude in their laps. My wife was next, gyrating to the music and slowly peeling the cat suit from her shoulders and down her body. She paused to suck her own tits, then fed them to a couple of men waiting to taste her milk. Unlike the typical strip club, she stripped totally nude, then continued her lap dance with her face in the men's crotch. Again, unlike the local clubs her action didn't stop until she was holding a big black prick in her mouth, and the other man next to her was inserting his finger in her sopping wet pussy. The other girls followed.

Jessica was not only relieved, I think she actually wanted to put on a good show for me, since I was so much at ease with her antics. She arranged for one of her girl friends to make sure that I was getting just as naked as her black studs. So the girl took advantage of stripping me to my hardon, then dragging me by the prick over to where she could suck a white one and a black one at the same time. Of course, by this time everyone was getting naked, and the fancy costumes that the girls wore did their magic with snaps and rips of Velcro before being thrown to the corners of the room. Soon there were four nude women in heels, nine black men with raging boners, and one white husband about to watch his wife, her sister and white housewife friends get fucked all afternoon.

And fuck they did. I think I viewed about every position imaginable as stiff black cocks penetrated the milky white bodies of the housewife whores. Actually, they couldn't be called whores, because they didn't get paid. In fact, they gave it away religiously and enthusiastically as I was witnessing. The girls always had more men than women, and usually arranged to have more than a two to one ratio, and today barely met that criteria. The object was for each of the girls to be able to have two guys at once if they so desired, and to assure that they would get fucked at least four or more time during the afternoon (counting on each man cumming twice). So there I sat, prick in hand, gawking at my wife and her sister impale themselves on big black cocks, and getting injected with black baby sperm in every hole.

Jessica was so thrilled at my attitude, that she made sure I had a good view of her penetrations. She even called to me to watch as she first sucked one guy to hardness, then turned to face me as he sat on the couch, straddle his legs with hers wide to the sides, and lower herself onto his pole as she guided it into her asshole.

My cute blonde housewife was now bouncing up and down on a huge black penis stuck up her ass, her gaping bald pussy opening and closing as she rose and fell. As another dark body approached her, I heard her cry, "Stuff my cunt. Stuff my cunt and ass at the same time." And the man obliged by kneeling between his friend's legs and sliding his black boner into my wife's baby hole. Two huge pieces of black meat were about to explode inside her as they continued stroking in and out with their massive tools. Then, suddenly, all three seemed to shudder simultaneously, and she was filled with gobs of hot semen as the cocks buried themselves and spurt their cream as far as they could up her ass and womb.

I noticed that Jessica wasn't the only girl getting fucked. Jodi was getting reamed front and back, face fucked and butt fucked at the same time, while the other girls rimmed a man's asshole in front, and enjoyed a stuffing from behind. It was quite an orgy. Hot sex was everywhere, and the guys lived up to their label of studs as they went from one white girl to the next, keeping each filled with black meat and semen. The guys would occasionally come over and talk with me, saying how much they liked to fuck my wife, but always making sure that I was still okay with it all. One thing I enjoyed watching was when either Jess or her sister would nurse one of the gents. Both of them continued lactating after their pregnancies, and enjoyed the fact that their tits were fuller than normal and that they easily produced milk on demand. They would straddle a guy and squeeze their tits while rubbing the nipples between the men's sucking lips.

Soon he would be rewarded with streams of warm breast milk shooting from their nipples straight into an open mouth. The girls really liked feeding the men this way, and readily got off on having their breasts milked for a crowd of people. They liked it so much, in fact, that they would always go braless in easily accessible tops so they could nurse their escorts in public, or brazenly fill their drink glasses in a restaurant when on one of their dates.

In fact, it was some time after this that I was out to an elegant evening dinner with my wife, her sister, and four of their black male friends. We were having a group meal before we returned to Jodi's house where I was going to photograph the gents fucking my wife and sister. The men were there to interview the sisters about the club activities, and how they could structure something similar in their hometowns. Then wanted to take home some material to create a brochure for their club, and maybe even start a web page. Anyway, there we were in a perfectly ritzy restaurant, with each of the women flanked by blacks. I sat between two of the men at the large round table, so it was white black, white black all around. The sisters were dressed in their usual sexy fashion, and both were wearing identical chiffon cocktail dresses that were backless. The single strip of semi transparent cloth in front wrapped around the neck, and covered each breast individually as they plunged to the waist where the two sides blended into the skirt section.

Going braless, the girls' tits bounced enticingly as they walked, and showed a lot of nipple as it stretched over their white globes. While having drinks before dinner, everyone was getting rather loose and getting off at the way everyone in the restaurant was staring at the interracial mix. The conversation got around to some of the club's activities, and when asked about what the women liked to do to be wild and different, my wife looked at her sister and replied, "Well, we make one helluva good White Russian." When asked what was so special, Jodi said they would demonstrate, and ordered Stoli on the rocks for everyone. When served, the men complained that White Russian contained cream, to which my wife replied, "Oh, but that's what makes ours so special. We use milk." And she proceeded to pull one side of her dress aside, exposing her tit, and she began squeezing until her breast milk began to flow. She milked herself into the glasses of vodka one by one, and passed it down the table. Her sister did the same until we all had the JandJ (Jessica and Jodi) version of a White Russian.

The lights in the restaurant were very low, with table candles doing most of the lighting, but still, several patrons noticed and were too sophisticated to cause a scene. When their boobs were emptied, the sisters slipped their tits back inside their dresses, and continued enjoying the drinks and conversation of the evening. I don't remember whether I drank my wife or my sister-in- law that evening, but at least I was included. Jessica said that a White Russian was okay, but she preferred a Kalua and cream, and said that she would show us how to make that later. I always loved breast milk after that!

Getting back to my wife's party, the afternoon was fading, everyone was full of food, drink and sperm (in the girls' cases). The men were lounging around naked, with equally nude women in their laps or cuddled by their sides. The two girl friends said they had to leave for home and get dinner ready for their families, while Jodi said that she and Jess had better get ready too. I assumed them meant their own homes, but I was surprised when Jessica motioned for me to follow her and Jodi into the bedroom while their guests got dressed. Jodi started the shower for a quick rinse off, while I sat on the bed with Jessica standing before me, her pussy oozing black semen right there in front of my face.

"I really am happy that you enjoyed this afternoon, love, but there's more, and I hope you understand. Your trip home is kind of in the middle of our plans for the next three days. You see, Jodi and I (Jodi was now standing next to Jess while the shower warmed up)... well, we arranged to go with Jerry for the next few days to help him with his project. That is, if he would take us, and he said yes."

"What do you mean take you, and what project?"

"You know, be his women, his two white cunts, his housewife slaves to keep around his place or wherever he wants. We do this occasionally, and you just happened to walk in on the week we had it planned. And, oh, his project... well, you see, Jerry is a professional photographer who mostly does advertisement work like layouts for special sales, catalogs, and even head shots for aspiring models and talent agencies. He says that's all well and good, but it doesn't make the big money, and so, he supplements his income with a little private photography of sexy scenes for some magazines."

"Excuse me? Sexy scenes? Am I getting the drift that he's into some porno production?" I asked.

"Well, now that you mention it, yes," replied Jess.

I continued, "And, you... no, don't tell me, you help him with the modeling?"

My wife was getting that pouty look on her face, rather sheepishly looking downward like a little girl caught with her panties down. At that point, Jodi piped up with her usual blunt explanation, "Look, Jerry shoots a little porn on the side, and he specializes in interracial sex. Is that plain enough?"

"Go on," I added.

"And, we happen to be his bread and butter subjects. More accurately, we're his prime material. Frankly, he's produced several magazines that feature YOUR wife and HER sister being fucked by black men, sucking black cock, and generally performing anything else he wants us to do." Sometimes Jodi just gets into the mood of being blatant, and the words just spill out of her before she realizes the effect they could have.

"But, I haven't seen anything like that around here."

"Maybe it's because you just haven't looked. It's in all the adult stores, glossy, black and white, and in living color!"

Jess had moved over to the nightstand, pulled out several copies of full color magazines, and handed them to me shyly. As I picked them up, the first magazine's cover was a full-page color photo of my wife's face, covered in cum as she held a huge black cock on her cheek. Her mouth was half open, and a pool of white jizm could be seen inside, ready to be swallowed as she looked into the camera with her baby blues. As I continued to flip the pages, more photos revealed my pert blonde wife in different positions, having black cocks inserted into her body. Anal insertions, combination anal and pussy, pussy while sucking, anal while sucking, anal and pussy while sucking, and even one where she was being fucked in the ass, fucked in her cunt, and face fucked while she held huge slabs of black meat in each hand to the side all at the same time. They were all there in a special edition of what was titled Interracial Goo. That was the front half of the magazine, and the last half consisted of a series of cum shots from the men she was servicing. The final photo showed her virtually covered in sticky white goo, smiling as she lay at the feet of her lovers.

The second magazine was devoted to my sister-in-law, showing her in similar shots, position and sequence of events. Her magazine was entitled Black Cream White Dream, and ended in a nice spread shot of her pussy covered in literally gobs of semen. The only differences I could see in the two documents was that one girl had short platinum blonde hair, and the other had long golden blonde hair. The quality of photography was really quite good, and in the short time I took to review the rags, my cock had sprung to life, thinking of my wife and her sister while all this was being shot. Of course, it didn't help that the two sisters were sitting on either side of me, rubbing their tits on my arms as they looked over my shoulder at the pictures and reminisced about certain poses. "See this one?" said my wife, "I really got off being fucked by that guy. He was pushing hardon my cervix and finally got his cock into my uterus."

"Yeah," Jodi interjected, "and I remember that you came like gangbusters when he shot his load inside you. You understand, we're supposed to let the camera catch the cum, not keep it inside."

The two sat there while I perused the pages, talking and pointing as I flipped through to the end. Jessica was the first to ask, "Well, what do you think? They're really well done, and you can't believe the amount of feedback we've gotten since these were published! I think we're getting to be some kind of stars or something."

"Published? Already?" I asked.

"Not only published, but sold out, and clamoring for more!" Jodi exclaimed. "Imagine, right now there are probably fifty thousand men out there that have emptied their balls over my pictures alone. Oh, sorry Sis, and another fifty thousand squirts over yours too."

"So am I to just sit here and take the fact that my demure wife and her sister are now porn stars on the printed page? And one's that specialize in black sexing? At least tell me that you got something out of this!"

Jessica jumped in, "Of course we got something out of it. About thirty or forty orgasms apiece shooting the pictures!" She and Jodi giggled, but then Jodi elbowed Jess. "But besides the fun, we got these!" she said as both girls put a leg up onto the bed, one on either side of me, and pointed to their bald pussies. "If you remember, Honey, we never got a bill for all my hair removal. Jerry took care of it all."

"Jerry paid for both of you?" I asked in amazement.

"Not only paid, but escorted us to each and every visit while the procedure was being done. It must have cost him about three grand apiece, but look at the results, soft and smooth as a newborn. Besides, it was fun acting like a black man's white hooker when he took us for the procedures. We wore practically nothing, and did we get stared at or what? Actually," she giggled, "When you think about it, we were his hookers, weren't we?"

Of course she was right. There is something special about a smooth slit that I just can't resist. I loved the way she looked, and could almost cream every time I saw her flaunting her hairless treasure for some stranger. She always twisted things into her being right. Both she and her sister stood there with their perfectly smooth and hairless cunts inches from my face as I could smell their sex and see the excess sperm that had been deposited just minutes ago seeping from their slits. I wondered if it was a good trade, and thought of what he might do next.

"Oh, and if you're wondering if this was worth the trade, we're pretty sure that he made off like a bandit. But, on the other hand, we got what we wanted, maybe more, because now he wants us to do a series of shoots. Jerry says that there are piles of money in interracial sex shots, especially if they're done with young looking blonde women. Besides, he also says we can have anything we want in return, especially if we get kinky with some of the work. Any suggestions?" Jess teased while squeezing her tits, and I knew then that the girls were probably conspiring for some boob alterations.

The looks on their faces was that of little girl excitement, and their smiles and perkiness said to me that they figured I would be receptive to finding out about this too. What could I say? I stammered an "aw shit" response under my breadth, but I was cut short by Jodi. "We could call you sometime... no, better yet, why don't you ask Jerry if you can visit us while we're with him this weekend? I'm sure it would be fine, since you two hit it off so well." Again, what could I say? And, so, the deal was done, and the two covered me with kisses and playful fondling, wife and sister in law alike, teaming up to stroke my cock as each took turns giving me a much wanted blow job.

I didn't wait for them as they both piled into the shower together, and I left to go back to the guests. I dressed with the others, and I got to know Jerry and his intentions a little better. He mentioned to me that the two sisters had done this a number of times, and he was only too pleased to comply. They put him in complete charge, but expected constant attention in return. That is, "They expected to be surprised by new ideas for getting them fucked or for whoring them out," he said matter-of-factly as we sat talking. Only the four original men remained, with the others having left as soon as they dressed, thanking me for a wonderful afternoon, and promising to repeat the favor. It wasn't more than fifteen minutes before the two blondes were entering the room.

"Here we are!" they said with excitement, bubbly and all smiles. Well, not all smiles... they were wearing their white "fuck me" heels, but nothing more. Two fresh clean nude bodies complete with bald pussies and bouncing tits circled around us, coming to a halt in front of the five men in the room. "Well, what do you want us to wear this time? We have our shorts, short skirts, cocktail dresses, sun dresses, lingerie, an assortment of our own creations... you name it." The girls laid out the collection of sexy clothing, while the men started selecting and pawing through the piles. Meanwhile, Jessica and Jodi were giving me excited glances and shifting from right to left leg, stretching their near perfect figures to entice the men. Jodi whispered to me, "Did you arrange it with him?"

"Damn! I forgot to ask," I whispered back. She took the cue, smiled at me, then pushed Jerry back on the couch and plunked her naked self in his lap with arms around his neck. "Jerry, darling, I've got a suggestion for you. Why don't you invite my brother in law over to your place to get in on some of the action?"

Jerry's smile widened, "Of course! You will be my guest, won't you? The invitation is open... anytime." He beamed at his inventiveness, and Jessica didn't wait for me to answer.

"Good! It's settled, then. You come over to join us. Stick will give you directions."

"Stick?"

"Oh, sorry. That's Jerry's name among his friends. Very appropriate don't you think?" she said seductively as she squeezed his cock through his pants.

"Thanks, Stick." I replied, laughing with the rest of them. "I think I'll take you up on that."

"OK, but for now these ladies are mine, and I'm getting first crack at their cracks." The girls giggled at the term, and pressed on for a choice of clothing.

"Sheeit! I can never make up my mind. Just take it all guys, and we'll figure it out later." The men scooped up the apparel, placing it into the duffle they brought with them.

"But, what about right now? We just happen to be naked." Jessica asked.

"Right now, my bald pussy friends, I would like to see you in white stockings." So, the two pulled out pairs of white control top nylons, seductively put them on, and replaced their heels. "OK, what next," Jodi continued. "I don't see any reason to wear more than your shoes. Don't you guys agree?" said Jerry. A resounding agreement came from the other three, and my wife and her sister stood shocked (as they liked to be), realizing that their trip to Stick's place would be a nude one. I thought his suggestion was very fitting given the intent of the arrangements, so I offered my support, to which I got a high five from each of the black studs.

The sisters wanted to be fucked and used, so they were going to start by displaying themselves as these black men's toys as they made for the front door. Jessica (always thinking) stopped quickly and turned. "Can you do us a favor?" she asked of me. "Get the video camera and go down the street." I didn't need another hint as I grabbed the camera that had been used to record the afternoon party, and I headed to my car. I drove to a spot with a clear view of Jerry's car and the house, and started the camera running as four black men and two blond nude housewives exited my home. I always liked the look of white nylons, as it made the legs of the women stand out in muscular contrast to their escorts, and gave the mental impression that the wearer was virginal. My wife, with her platinum blond bob hairdo, lightly tanned skin, and four-inch heels, was walking naked (except for her white nylons) between two very black men. And her sister followed, with flowing long blond hair, the same four-inch heels and equally nude between her black escorts. The girls were really working it too, for they walked that bouncy kind of walk that women do when they want their tits to jiggle and bounce, and that they did. Two beautiful creamy mounds of flesh shook provocatively, making sure that they moved up and down, side to side. It was part of their act, and as long as they were doing it, they wanted to make sure that anyone seeing them would have no doubt that they were a black man's white whore. The two girls were drunk with excitement, and I could see that they were giving everything to the experience.

Stick had this in mind when he arrived earlier, and purposely parked about two doors away. The party walked down the driveway and proceeded down the sidewalk. The shot I was getting was superb, and couldn't have turned out better when two cars slowed to watch the parade. The occupants of the first car were new neighbors who nearly took out their own mailbox, and the other car was a couple being escorted around the neighborhood by a real estate sales woman. I got a perfect shot of snapping necks and gawking mouths with the zoom lens, which also showed the semi-naked procession in the background. Both cars slowed to a crawl to watch as the completely nude blonde sisters were ushered into the black men's car and slowly driven away for three days of black sexing.

I don't know exactly how it happened, but I realized that my fear and shock of knowing that my wife would seek out black men to fuck her was a thing of the past. I had realized that there was nothing I could do to change the situation, and that she was going to pursue her fantasy with or without me. The bigger problem I faced was adjusting to the fact that neither my wife nor her sister would use any form of birth control. They insisted that the thrill of the chance of being inseminated by a black man was the ultimate kicker, and this happened to be their fertile time of the month. Just before I left the bedroom, Jessica had whispered that they were "looking forward to being impregnated by Jerry and his friends. I just love the feeling of being filled with hot sperm directly from their black balls." She said this staring into my eyes, her face only inches from mine, breathing hard, and waiting for my reaction. Once again, I snapped back with a curt answer saying that it wasn't my belly that would be swelling with a black baby. She just laughed saying, "I really think you're beginning to get into this. Good for you! Besides, you already know we'll get Ron to deep fuck us and bump it out of there anyway."

Yeah, I knew. Ron and his fourteen-inch donkey dick had penetrated both girls' cervixes on a regular basis, and was their trick to naturally aborting. I mused to myself that it's not every man who would encourage his fair haired housewife to get her cervix fucked by a fourteen inch black cock, but, then again, it was the only practical and sane solution.

I sat there working the camera as my nude wife and sister-in-law paraded down my street. Just before they entered the car, I zoomed in for a last shot on the nakedness of my family sluts. They bent way over for the camera while slowly getting into the car, and it was clear to see that both their bald pussies were dripping once again.

I watched as Jerry's car pulled away, carrying my wife and her sister off to their planned weekend of playing slave girls for their black lovers, and posing for a new series of slick interracial porn magazines. Not only had it been incredibly erotic to see Jessica and Jodi, two beautiful blond girls being escorted down my neighborhood street by four black men, but for them to be virtually nude, dressed only in white four inch heels and white nylons was really mind blowing. It was only a few seconds before I realized that I had not gotten directions to Jerry's place, so I threw my car into drive, shook off my daze, and raced after the dark BMW. Luckily, traffic allowed me to catch up and follow them to one of the city's urban renewal sections.

The brownstone three story building was in the center of the block that had been completely renovated for exclusive businesses and luxury living. The BMW pulled into a private garage, and the party began filing out and around to the front of the building. The girls were kept nude during the trip, and attracted as much attention as any blonde housewife would in a mostly black neighborhood, but were well protected, and in the safety of their four escorts. After all, they were there to have sex with black men, so covering up was of little importance, just safety. They entered the front and disappeared behind the closed door. After a few minutes of noticing lights getting turned on, the windows to the third story balcony opened, where I could see Jessica looking out. She found my car, smiled, blew me a kiss, and waved as she slipped back to the interior. They didn't make much effort to close the drapes, and from my vantage point, I could see the two blond figures making themselves at home, and stepping behind the bar to fix drinks for their private party.

Soft jazz started to drift from the apartment, and the sisters started stripping the clothes from the men. Soon the picture of two naked white housewives being lovingly pawed by four nude black men was clearly visible. Just before I decided to leave, Jodi dropped to her knees to mouthing the stiff rod of one of the men. Jessica wasn't far behind as I saw her first straining up to kiss her lover while stretching his long cock with her small white hand, then, sinking slowly, she joined her sister in sucking off the first of a long list of black pricks that were lined up for the weekend. As I drove away, both girls raised their hands to wave (they must have been told by their host that I was leaving), neither one missing a stroke from the big black dicks shoved in their mouths. I mused on the way home that neither Jessica nor Jodi ever drank very much liquor, thereby keeping their wits about them when having sex. Jess once confided that they both preferred to have all their senses about them when getting fucked, and only drank to take the edge off. I wasn't that proud. I knew that I would be downing a few at home, thinking of my wife and her sister as they satisfied their lust for black meat, and the fact that both were just about to get their first good drink of the weekend.

The sisters were insatiable and had an energy level that would put a professional athlete to shame. Their lust for sex seemed only interrupted by their need for food and drink, and occasionally to recharge with a few hours of sleep. Even their bodily functions didn't slow them down, for they sometimes invited some of their kinkier companions to watch as their little pee holes splashed golden liquid into the toilet. Not something I especially enjoyed, but they got to spread themselves in exhibition for their black friends to examine their most private of all parts, and that just turned them on all the more.

My wife and her sister made dinner for their host and his friends, all the while remaining nude and available for their every sexual whim. They fucked throughout the evening into the wee hours of the morning, having removed the only clothes they wore halfway during the evening. When they awoke, they were lying naked in bed sandwiched between black bodies, ready for a new day of playing their "get me pregnant if you can" games. The girls would always schedule something like this during their fertile time of the month, since the adrenaline would be driving them wild.

As morning broke, the two white slaves set about doing their chores for their black master, by starting with breakfast, attending him in the shower, cleaning the house, and, of course, seeing that he had his choice of white snatch for his morning fuck. My wife and her sister always enjoyed showering with their lovers for a couple of reasons. The first was obvious, as they got to clean the orifices that they would be touching and even mouthing. The second reason was that they had one silly fetish for their men to be cleanly shaven. Not their faces, but their cocks and balls. The girls thrilled at the chore of lathering up their black lover's tools and gently taking a safety razor the stiffening dicks and swaying ball sacks. In the end, they voided the men of any hair that would interfere with blowjobs, and they claimed that it felt so much sexier to feel a smooth shiny black snake against their equally bald pussies. I have to admit that the few times I watched my wife leisurely lying back while sipping a drink, with her legs spread wide to the side, and having a big black prick slowly slide in and out of her stretching cunt was a beautiful turn-on. She had such a way with casual sex that she could carry on a conversation with her lover while she enjoyed a long slow screw.

Jerry's guests were treated with the same respect, and each sister got filled with hot creamy sperm from at least two men. Jess and Jodi made perfect white surrogate housewives for the black men as they went about making the morning meal in the nude. A complete breakfast was served, and each man was offered milk for his coffee, which the girls squirted from their nipples directly into the cups. Refills were self serve, and they offered their breasts to the men who squeezed the tender white flesh until it produced the desired white fluid. The girls were really having a good time being used by their black masters, and playing the game of obedient white slaves.

Jerry's friends left after breakfast, leaving him alone with his harem, and getting on with the day's chores for his slaves. Actually, chores isn't quite the right word for it. Fortune had it that he was a professional photographer who mostly did layouts for newspaper ads and magazines. However, he also had contacts that would pay him for good quality porn photos whenever he could come up with new material, and had mentioned it once to Jodi and Jess who jumped at the chance for a bit of notoriety. The girls had actually been turned on enough by the idea, that they arranged for part of this weekend to include a real top notch photo session of them being black sexed. Having relatively good business sense, Jerry got the notion of making a little money on the side, by selling the opportunity for his business associates to have their picture taken with a white woman. The equipment was top notch, and the lighting was everything needed for the best quality results. Working alone and owning the building, he had the advantage of being able to lock the front door and allow his subjects to roam freely throughout, and in any state of dress that suited the job. Of course, my wife and her sister roamed nude, since it was what good sex slaves should do, and it just plain was exciting to both them and Jerry's guests.

Shortly after breakfast, I got a call from Jodi, who asked if I could run by her house and pick up Nubi, her dog (pronounced noo-bee). I asked once why the name Nubi, to which she replied, "Oh, it's short for Nubian." She proceeded to lecture me on the derivation of the word, "You know, like in Nubia, the country in Africa. The term Nubian slave referred to black slaves, and Nubi being black, well."

The studio consisted of almost the entire second floor, and several different settings for photo shoots. A small office to the side had an open staircase on the outside leading to its top. Up top was a loft area filled with props, racks of clothes, and even a bed. But the most obvious of things on the entire floor was the activity going on in the central portion. Continuous pops of light came in rapid fire as Jerry caught the action of my wife and two black men. She was moving from pose to pose as Jerry talked to them constantly. "Okay, now, work it, work it! C'mon baby, use that body. Wiggle that ass. Yeah that's it! Good tongue action... oooh, yeah let's see that cockhead licked. Yeah, baby, now hold that one. Good." My blond headed wife and her sister had really done themselves up nicely, and their hair was perfect, and their makeup was just right to exude that soft innocence.

Jessica was in the middle of two black men, slowly moving from one sex position to another, and pausing to get the best angle for the camera. She was on her knees, thrusting her ass up to meet the monster cock in her pussy, and had her mouth and tiny hands around a big black pole in front of her face. Everything was going in slow motion as she moved, not caring so much about getting fucked as she was about getting the best photos of her penetrations. I stood silently to watch the show as the camera popped its light to catch the cock just before insertion, then as it was entering her white slit, followed at rapid succession as the massive piece of black meat invaded my wife's cunt until two black balls were resting on her pussylips. The shaft impaling her was every bit a foot long, and the intensely black pole stretched her vaginal opening on every slow stroke. The cock in her mouth was an even match for the one in her cunt, making it difficult for her to engulf the entire thing, but not impossible. She is a master in sausage swallowing, and takes pride in lodging huge black pricks in her throat while looking up in her lover's eyes with her baby blues. Her neatly cropped platinum bob framed her soft face and blue eyes as her cheeks bulged with black meat. Not missing a trick, ample opportunity was taken to suck the man's ball sack, and to mouth each globe individually. As this was being done, she raised one leg for the camera to get a good clear shot of the black dong fucking her bald pussy. Occasionally, she would stop, redirect the action, then continue with the action.

The whole scene was moving in slow motion as I watched by wife fucking and sucking these two incredibly black men's pricks. My innocent white housewife and her two dark skinned lovers were performing in the middle of a large light blue sheet of material that had been rolled down from the ceiling and across the padded floor. Jerry was moving around them like a referee at a wrestling match, but was tethered to the cable connecting the camera to the power source. Jessica was being captured on several hundred frames of film as she moved in a smooth free flowing dream of pure taboo sex.

Stick (Jerry) was bolstering his collection of photos depicting white women having sex with black men, and had invited the two male models to take turns fucking the sisters while he photographed. At no cost to the starving artist models, they jumped at the chance to pork the blondes, and help their friend out in the process. After all, he might very well throw extra work their way in the future, and this wasn't exactly heavy duty work.

I didn't notice Jodi until she was next to me once again, and accompanied by the man I had met at the door when I arrived. As the action was driving to the exciting climax, we continued to watch Jessica's performance, and sip on drinks that she had prepared as part of her duties. The shoot was literally coming to an end, and Jerry was directing the final shots. "Now, why don't we get a good facial first, followed by a pool of cum on your back, Sweety."

Jess broke off to say, "I like the facial, but the cum on my back doesn't tell a strong enough story."

"Okay, we'll work with it, but for now let's get that prick to explode in your face."

"In my mouth, you mean," she giggled, and began by licking from the man's asshole, up around his nut sack, and on to completely cover his huge black shaft that she continued to pump with her hand. By the time she reached the bulbous head, the man was ready to explode, so Jess tipped her head back, opened her mouth wide, stuck out her tongue as far as possible, and gazed up with those bright blue eyes. She kept pumping the huge tool, giving the appearance that the white girl was feeding herself from the fountain of black seed. Within seconds, gobs of thick hot semen were spewing from the black rod, and the camera snapped like a machine gun catching the white ropes as they flew through the air to my wife's pretty face. I must say that the man had both excellent aim and a plentiful supply, for the first gusher splashed evenly from her upper lip, across her nose, and puddled in one eye. The following spurts landed perfectly on her waiting tongue, creating a pool of hot spunk ready for her to swallow. She held the pose like a trooper while the black sausage emptied its contents on her face. A final broad smile was all the still camera had left to capture, and she finally savored the hot cum before swallowing her prize.

Jess was laughing almost uncontrollably at the facial she just received. Her laugh was so infectious that I joined her along with the others. She was laughing so hard that she was half choking in the process, but that made her image all the more exciting and innocent. In between gasps for air, Jess blurted, "Good God, Sammy! How long have you been saving up? Or, better yet, where have you been all my life?" It seemed my whole body relaxed when I saw her enjoying her cum bath, and I watched as this pretty blonde girl sat nude, cross legged in front of this huge black cock swinging in her face. Her sweaty tits, bald snatch, and bright blue eyes were framed in her blonde hair. I also mused that this was my wife who was acting so freely wanton in front of me and her sister, not a care in the world, and also wondered how many men would be jacking off to her pictures.

Jessica stopped only briefly to wipe the cum from her eye with her finger, licked its dripping contents, then said, "Let's get the next one shooting directly into my pussy. I'll hold it open while he jacks off into me." She immediately spun around on her back, rolled up onto her shoulders, and reached with both hands to open her pussy and provide a nice gaping hole. She kept falling forward, so I retrieved a bean bag chair, and stuffed it under her back to prop her up so she could relax and concentrate on holding her pussy open.

"Ooh! Thanks, love. I didn't even know you were here. Enjoying yourself?" she said beaming from ear to cum soaked ear.

"Immensely," I retorted as I smiled and moved back allowing the action to continue.

Jerry stepped up close to the action, and we all followed to watch. The man yanked on his massive tool until his nuts contracted and he announced his impending climax. As my wife looked up from her contorted position, she pulled on her pussylips, opening the entrance to her womb. The camera again picked up its pace to rapid fire, and caught the streams of semen as they burst forth from the big black prick and flew directly into Jessica's vagina. She had been reamed enough that her hole was a clear open shot, and the man proceeded to Size his balls into her awaiting orifice. The hot white goo was injected into my wife's gaping pussy with some pretty strong shots, and she moaned aloud as she felt its heat inside her body. Pulse after pulse, jet after jet of sticky thick cum blasted her between the legs, and soon came to overflow her cavern.

"Now, push it in me!" she gasped her last command, and the huge black penis was plunged into her small white body, forcing much of the cum into her uterus and the rest forced out around the crammed opening. My wife closed her eyes and groaned at the sensation of feeling the warm black baby seed being forced into her egg chamber, and the man held the base of his cock so its stiffness would make a formidable piston. It was fairly obvious to me that Jessica climaxed easily while being pumped, but saved her multiple orgasms for later. Her soft white skin against his dark black body was truly a magnificent ending to which we all applauded, while Jodi gasped as she continued to finger her clit.

"Whew! Well, that got ME hot," said Jodi to no one in particular.

"Good," answered Jerry, "Let's all take a break while I reload and get set up for the next session. Dwayne, are you ready?"

Dwayne, the man I had met at the door, was more than willing as Jodi had already helped him with his hardon, and I suddenly noticed that I was the only clothed person in the room. Jodi observed, "Uh, Bro? Why don't you get a little more comfortable and GET NAKED!" She almost shouted the last command as if in jest, but it had the desired effect as I sheepishly slipped off my things and flung them to some unknown location in the room. So what if my eight white inches was the smallest in the room. It didn't stop me from springing a hardon at the sight of my two relatives getting porked by these black guys.

My wife's two lovers lifted her from the floor, and she came over to me after accepting a drink from Jodi, her eyes noticing my erection. "Sorry, sweetheart... but, you'll have to take care of yourself this trip. We promised ourselves to Jerry, and it's sort of a repayment for services. well, anyway, it's for something else." Then her face brightened, "But I've got an idea, why don't you jack off into one of the glasses and save it up. I'll drink it for you later, and I'm sure everyone would like to see that, especially if I get other contributions!" She shook her blonde head up and down excitedly, extracting an affirmation from me, and before I knew it, I had once again given her unspoken consent to enjoy herself by turning me on through her orgy participation. I thought to myself, "How does she do that?!"

Jodi couldn't contain herself, and insisted that it was her turn for some black sexing. Dwayne was her man, and she led him over to the center area, swinging her white ass sexily all the way. Jessica smirked while she took a drink, and looked to see my reaction. "Someday I'm going to fuck that little bitch!" I retorted.

"Yeah, and I'll lick your balls and both your assholes while you do it!" Jessica threw back at me defiantly. We both got a good laugh, but kept focused on her sister who sunk to her knees, threw back her long blond hair, and clasped her small white hands around the huge slab of black meat staring her in the face. Jodi was an expert at sucking cock, and she especially enjoyed making as big a show of it as possible by starting at the very bottom of the man's ball sack and working her way up. She never failed to have a stiff cock to suck by the time she reached the top, and this time she was rewarded with a large bulbous head ready to bulge her cheeks. Her creamy skin was in stark contrast to the shining dick as her small tongue snaked its way up the jet black tube, covering it in saliva and flicking the rather large pee hole at the end. Before she knew it, the camera was flashing once again as Jerry was back at it, recording the actions of the white slut housewife and her black lover.

Even though Jessica had been freshly fucked, and her cunt was still oozing black seed, she never lost interest in watching her sister get laid. In fact, she seemed fascinated with every drip of precum that Jodi managed to extract, and had soon nuzzled herself across the laps of the black studs she had just fucked. My wife's pearl white body lounged nude, pressing against the black men's skin, as all three sat on the sofa sipping drinks as if watching TV. The men were leisurely pawing at Jess's body parts as she soaked up the attention and looking up into their eyes on occasion. I just sat back in my overstuffed chair, and jacked off at the whole scene as expected.

Jodi was always really good at posing with a monster black dick in her mouth. In contrast to her sister's short bob style hair and platinum coloring, Jodi's hair was a light golden blond, straight, and reached to the small of her back. Combined with bangs, her blue eyes created the perfect picture of child rape as she knelt before this big black man and sucked his penis. Several shots stopped with a black ball in her mouth, then tongue rapped around the shaft, followed by several close ups of that same delicate tongue invading the hole that spewed forth the man's pee and cum. I think a great deal of the overall effect came from her eyes which she used to peer innocently up toward the camera lens as if it was the man looking down.

Jodi's favorite among the shots of her giving head were those with the big pole in her mouth. She considered herself an expert at throating a cock, and Jessica seconded the opinion of her sister. Jodi first stretched her mouth wide to accept as much of the black meat as possible, then grabbed Dwayne's asscheeks, which she pulled toward her face. The insertion bulged her cheeks, and the picture of little white girl innocence was really quite beautiful as she knelt with long flowing blond hair, and sucking on this black man's donkey size prick.

Jessica leaned forward with interest for she knew what her sister was going to do next. Jodi lay on her back on several overstuffed pillows to bring her head up to crotch height on Dwayne. She then thrust her breasts up and laid her head way back to accept his cock as he approached her from the top. Jodi slurped in the massive black tool, placed her hands once again on his ass cheeks, and pulled his cock down her throat. This was the part that Jessica liked to watch, for her sister was literally forcing herself to be throat fucked, deep throat fucked! The thick piece of cock was slowly disappearing on every stroke, and with seeming ease, was sliding its entire 11 inches down her gullet. The huge snake had inserted its entire length, and the set of peach sized black balls came to rest on Jodi's small turned up nose. She held the pose for several seconds, allowing Jerry to snap several good shots, then repeated the maneuver over and over. I noticed Jessica leaning up on one elbow, holding a drink in her left hand, and intently watching the display. I also noticed that she had her left leg lifted up by one of the black men who was leisurely sliding his stiff black tool into her pussy. She kept watching her sister, sipping her drink, while casually getting fucked on the couch in the process. I thought to myself, "Well, I guess this is what they came for," and I didn't know how right I was.

"Oh, yeah, Sis! Suck that thing," Jessica encouraged as Jodi complied with frenzied pride.

As much of a stud that Dwayne was, he was no match for Jodi's ministrations, and he yelled some obscenity as he literally exploded down her throat. Jodi took advantage of his mistake, and held him buried to full length as he shot his sperm directly into her belly. The camera couldn't adequately capture how her throat bulged on each pulse, but we all could see her muscles expand when the jets of cum spewed into her. With no chance to swallow, she just accepted the injections of the hot semen, and only after four or five hard spurts did she back off to allow some of the spunk to puddle in her mouth. Her expertise was known only to a few, but was a truly extraordinary and amazing treat to watch. Jodi gasped for air as the black meat was extracted from her lips, and one cough allowed a spittle of cum to escape her lips. All four black men were in awe, and I could only see through my own climactic haze as my wife climaxed, getting her second injection of black seed in her pussy since I had arrived. I caught my ejaculation in my glass, and Jessica caught the ejaculate of the man fucking her in her cunt. I think she was having a better time than I was through this whole time, but that was the intention anyway.

Jodi made every bit as beautiful a picture as her sister, sitting up with her long blond hair, holding the big black cock by the base, and cleaning it with her tongue. This the camera was able to catch, and she worked it well. However, she was terribly disappointed with the fact that she was working herself up to orgasm, but didn't have the chance to cum. I think both Jess and I could tell by her jittery movements that she needed release, and in a hurry. The girls wanted the weekend to be full of black sexing, orgasms, and men who would take them at will at any time. Of course they had no reason to doubt this arrangement because of their very good looks and the taboo nature of their offering. Seldom does a beautiful white woman give herself freely to a black man, but two blond sisters giving themselves freely to any group of black men for as much as they want... well, that is a virtual guarantee of a constant stream of intercourse. One other thing that I knew about both sisters was that they were multi-orgasmic. I first discovered this in my wife when I wondered what would happen if I got right back on her clit after a few seconds following an orgasm. The results were astounding as she climaxed rapidly, then again and again, until she had experienced seven in a row. That night I also found that once she started, she could be held at a constant level of excitement until daybreak, experiencing continual orgasms throughout the night.

That night of discovery was surprising to Jessica as well, for she then realized why she sometimes felt Size after sex. She simply needed more sex, and wasn't ready to stop at one climax. It wasn't long before she confided in me that her sister had laughed at her when she shared the story, wondering why it took her this long to find out. "You've got to be kidding!" Jodi said to Jess. "You mean to tell me you didn't know? Well listen up, we are the same in more ways than you can imagine. The blessing of multiple orgasms runs in the family, and the curse is that it drives us to a far greater level of satisfaction than the normal woman. Hell, the girls in my 'inner circle' are almost all multi-orgasmic. That's why they're so active in the club. We're like Olympic stars when it comes to cumming, girl. That's the beauty of our lot in life." And I knew this to be true, since neither girl was ever satisfied with just one climax, just one man, just one load of sperm. Their need was constant, and their ability to outpace a group was legendary. Unfortunately, their frustrations could match their stamina, and right now, Jodi was almost shaking with sexual frenzy.

Jessica recognized her sister's need, and offered. "Catch you later," whispered my wife as she turned and continued her procession to where her sister was standing. Jodi had her feet spread about shoulder width, hands on her hips, making quite a pretty picture of this blond surfer girl. Her long blond hair, bald pussy, and perky tits accentuated her youthful look in the studio lighting, and the one true lucky dog in the place was making his way to his goddess/mistress. Nubi immediately went to work on Jodi's hairless pussy, diving right in as she stroked his black head. The sisters worked as a team on the large dog, Jodi holding him behind the ears while his oversized tongue worked its way feverishly in and out of her slit and over her clit.

She fucked the black tool as best she could. The sight of Jodi being stuck on her dog's cock provided ample stimulus to the man inside my wife's mouth, and it wasn't but a few minutes of intense sucking before he was shaking and gushing his cum into her throat. Jess loved the taste of semen, especially if it was hot and fresh, and even more so if it came directly from a pair of pulsating black balls. My wife sucked the cock in her mouth until its load was fully deposited insider her. She swallowed almost all of the man's cum, but deftly reserved a small sample, allowing it to flow out and around his black shaft and drip down onto her chin and tits. The act provided just that extra touch of lewdness, and Jess loved playing the perfect actress.

As I lay on the floor, slowly wakening to the late summer breeze flowing through the open window, my eyes became mesmerized by the leaves on the cottonwood tree fluttering against the clear blue sky. What had I become by letting myself get wrapped up in such depravity? What made me accept my wife's behavior in the first place, and what led me even try to live a life where I was just along for the ride? The answer was really quite simple, and I remember what a wise man once told me, "Always remember, a stiff cock has no conscience!" It was painfully obvious that I wrongfully went along with a scheme to drag me into a life of sexual perversion because of my own desire for physical pleasure.

While it was true that my wife exposed me to her secret lifestyle by letting me walk in on her when she was being screwed by my best friend, it was also true that the mere sight turned me on, not to mention that his wife was pressing her bare body against mine from behind, and reaching around to make sure I was enjoying the scene. For some inexplicable reason, in a split second I decided that I could either stop all this before it started and never be entertained by that experience again in my life, or I could see just how far this would go, and how much I could control the situation. What I didn't realize at the time was that Jessica had no intention of letting me "control" anything, and this was just her way of introducing me to her new way of life. It was under that false pretext that I allowed myself to be suckered into living out every man's fantasy, especially after sixteen years of marriage, and try out this perverted death wish to the extent that I got off on the experience. Jessica played into my hands like putty, only it was she that was making putty out of me, and it was definitely she who was in control of our new life. By the time I realized that I should exercise some restraint, it was too late, and I was just as involved, guilty, and part of this whole mess as anybody. I had no room for complaint, and I was always one step behind my wife and her sister in this spiral of debauchery. Just when I tried to pull back the reigns on the swinging, I found out about her addiction to black sexing. When I tried to understand and handle that, I was shown her video with the horses. Now the world was spinning with play slavery, dogs, and having fun making porn material.

Could I ever escape? Could I slow it down? What was it that I thought I could do, and how to do it? Or was it that deep down I was still curious about the adventure..

I was fading in and out of sleep when my eyes opened next to the sight of two breasts dangling above my face. "Hi, Honey. How're you feeling?" asked Jessica as her blond head smiled down into mine.

"Sleepy," I whispered, "Sleepy, and exhausted from tension. I really didn't expect to see what I did. It seems that this whole experience has been in a dream world, and I'm going to wake up soon."

"Of course your going to wake up, but it's not a dream world. Well, I guess I really can't say that either. This really is kind of a dream for Jodi and me, living out the fantasy and all. I hope you're feeling okay. You were the last person I expected to have here while we were doing one of our fantasy weekends."

"C'mon," I asked, "what do you really mean 'one' of your weekends? You don't do this every weekend do you?"

"Every weekend? Well, no... during our periods Jodi and I are pretty much inactive, but otherwise." Her voice trailed off to a world where she must have been either remembering or fantasizing about other adventures of which I knew nothing. I could tell that this might very well just be the tip of the iceberg if I had the guts to ask, so I let the inquiry drop until I could sort it out later in my own mind.

"So, what's in store for you girls next?" I asked, changing the subject.

She sat up cross-legged on the floor next to me. I wondered to myself as I glanced at her bald pussy, "doesn't that thing ever dry up?" Her slit was glistening with moisture as she rolled her eyes as if wondering what Jerry had in store for them.

"Actually, we don't know. Jerry alluded to some sort of party or something for some special guests. We both told him that was fine as long as he got us fucked, and he said that it was guaranteed. In fact, he said he had some surprise for us later. Don't you love surprises?"

"Oh yeah, as long as they don't involve anything that can hurt you," was my concerned response.

"There again, love, hurt is relative. If you mean a little game playing, well, that can be naughty and nice. If you mean really getting permanently damaged, that I'll have to agree with you on that one. Just to put your mind at ease, and I know you're probably worrying about disease and AIDS and all that stuff, well, Jodi met this guy at the gym who is a lab technician for the blood bank, and he's worked for years on taking and screening samples for all sorts of communicable diseases. The best part about it, of course, is that he's a pretty good looking black man, and Jodi let him take some personal samples of his own."

"And I suppose you, too."

"All right, me too. He does have a helluva dick... and that's what keeps him on OUR staff, so to speak. We have a great arrangement that couldn't be better if we tried. He screens everyone in the club for a nominal fee, paid for out of club funds, and he gets all the white pussy he wants in return. You can imagine that he's been a pretty steady fuck for Jodi and I, but like I said, he really does have a great cock."

I retorted, "Tell me Jess, just what makes a cock great in your opinion anyway?"

"Oh, lot's of things... size for one thing. A long cock is great because it can slide through my cervix into my uterus. Then, when it squirts, I can feel all that gushy white sperm filling me up and covering my little eggs. The thickness can be important, the way it spreads my lips and makes me feel particularly stuffed. The size of the head can either be trouble or fun. A big knob feels really good inside my pussy when it bumps against my cervix, but it can be hell up my ass. And you know how much I like a good anal reaming. A good set of balls is best, fun to suck on, and fun to feel slapping against me while a guy has his cock buried inside. Now, if you combine all those features with some horsepower in the prostrate department, then there is where you'll find a solid squirter. There's nothing like a good hard pulsating stream of semen flowing from a man's prick into my cunt and up against my uterus. Nothing like the feeling. I guess that's why I particularly get off on the horses with their hard jets of cum and volume. Oh, yes, did I mention volume? Let's face it, every man dumps a good load on the first try, but after that, the amount of cum diminishes, so I guess that's part of the reason we like multiple partners. You know, give the guys time to recoup, and give some fresh stud a chance to Size his balls inside us with a full load. Finally, if you take all those features and stick them on the front of a good looking, very black man, well, now that's what makes a great cock in my opinion. Any questions?"

"No, no. Thanks for the lecture. I guess I asked for that."

"Please don't get me wrong. Your cock is nice too... especially up my ass. But, let's face it, it's not monstrous, and it's especially not black, and that's the taboo that's winding these sisters' clock lately," she answered, trying to assure me that I was still very much okay and fun for any woman. I think that I let my feelings show a little too much, and she became a bit frustrated, but to my advantage. "Okay, okay, I can see a bit of jealousy behind that attitude, but that's okay too. I like a bit of jealousy, so I'm going to see if I can do you a favor. After all, you've been quite a sport so far, and we don't want you to cave in if something wild should happen, so let me see what I can arrange."

"What do you mean... arrange?" I inquired.

"Oh, let's just say that it'll be my surprise gift to you." And with that, she broke off the conversation and strutted her naked self off to another part of the floor. Some minutes later I could see her on the phone, glancing back in my direction and smiling a devilish grin.

Meanwhile back in the main stage area, bodies were beginning to rustle and awaken from the tangle of black and white sleep. Jodi was up and stretching, poking at the men to roust them from their sleep. Jessica saw Jodi standing, and motioned from the glass windowed office to join her for a moment. The two girls conversed, both shaking their head, then seemingly satisfied with their decision, emerged to join us men. The white skinned nymphs mingled among their black skinned play masters, and went around tickling their balls to get them back in the right mood.

"No problem, boss," was the girl's answer as Jodi

The men sitting around watching were all jacking off like crazy, and were about to pop their corks when Jess remembered, "No, wait! All of you guys cum in the glass." And she motioned to where I was sitting and the glass that contained two of my loads, and one from one of the guys. The three men emptied their balls into the glass, making a total of five loads of semen. Jessica smacked her lips, promising to make it a good show when the time came.

"Her name is Mia," Jodi instructed. Then Jess approached and tossed a garment at me saying, "Here, tell her she's to wear this."

"What's the story?" I asked.

Jess answered, "Mia is a relatively new member of the club, and it's time for her to get a little more involved. She wants to see some more of the unusual side of swinging, and she may even be "inner circle" material, but first she has to prove herself like we all did. Jodi and I thought this would be a good starting point, and, I think you'll like her. You pulled a surprise on me, but the surprise really turned out to be on you, and you've been a pretty good sport. Actually, I didn't expect you to be ready for something like this, so I've just been keeping it to myself while you were away, telling you only bits and pieces. At any rate, you shouldn't be alone, and that's why we figured this would be good for both Mia and you at the same time. How about it? She will be my... uh, our gift to you."

"Okay. Whatever." I said.

"And remember, she is to wear this and heels only. Nothing else. Absolutely nothing else. Do you understand?"

I nodded my affirmation and started on my way. I had a suspicion that I was about to be the escort of a new member's requisite nude stroll down a public street. Well, at least semi-nude. I remembered that one thing each inner circle member of the club must do is to walk completely naked in public at least once a year, and record the occasion for the club library. That way the membership could tell if someone was getting burned out, and it helped to verify current limits. Each new member was required to walk semi-naked at first to get the body rush and confidence that she can do it, but thereafter, all nude walks are completely nude. I wondered what Mia looked like as I left my wife and her sister behind. They were gathered around Jerry on the light table, pouring over the shots of their sexual encounters that he just developed. Picking out the best shots was fun for the sisters, and I could hear them very seriously discussing such things as which way the cum was dripping, expressions on their faces as they were being fucked, ass shots, contrast, gang bangs, and plans for the future. uu I headed straight home to shower and change. I figured that something casual, but respectable and easily removable would be right for a party if it was to be anything like the swing parties I had attended with my wife in the past. When I was finished, I headed right over to Mia's house and was taken aback when I found it located in a rather upscale neighborhood. My second shock came when she answered the door, and I found myself staring at one of the most beautiful petite women I have ever seen. Standing about 5' 2" and weighing a generous 105 lbs. soaking wet, her jet black hair framed a cream skinned complexion that housed two absolutely piercing green eyes. Mia was cute by any standards, wearing her hair in bangs and straight half way down her back. Her figure was slim, with breasts that were so perfect that I was torn between thinking they were artificial and fantasizing that they were real.

She invited me into the living room where another surprise awaited. Her husband, Roger, was sitting with their two children watching TV, and jumped up to be introduced. He wasn't a very big man, less than my size, and was excitedly curious about Mia's new adventure and their next step in club ranking. Knowing quite well what was expected of them as members, they just didn't expect a surprise call to duty for Mia so soon, so Roger explained to me that he was to baby-sit the kids while his wife was away. One side of me wanted to scream at him, telling them to stop now while they could still get out, but another side of me told me to shut up, the side that said I wanted to fuck this man's wife, and that I would definitely get my chance.

The kids weren't too young to know what we were discussing, so I took some depraved pleasure in giving Mia instructions in front of her husband. I gave her the garment that Jessica had made, repeating the instructions for her to wear only heels with the outfit and nothing more. She disappeared into the master bedroom to change while Roger and I talked a little more about the club and the activities they could look forward to enjoying. He said that he felt extremely fortunate to have a girl who would go along with a few of his fantasies, and related that he was looking forward to another party like the one that they had with Jodi and her husband. I filed that comment away in the back of my mind, since I knew that Jodi's husband never participated in her activities, and, in fact, led a very separate life. This would have to be clarified with Mia later.

I could see that the more graphic I was in describing the various situations and games to be played, the more heated he became. His breathing was becoming noticeably labored when I devilishly painted a detailed picture of how he would be seeing, even helping, his wife get fucked repeatedly by throngs of other men. About the time I thought that he was about to pull his dong out right in front of the kids and start jerking off, Mia reentered the room.

Words can not describe the picture of pure sex this lady exuded as she stood before us visibly excited about her pending exposure. Starting at her white three and a half inch heels, her shapely legs were fully exposed up to just short of her crotch. The dress she was given to wear was made of pink Lycra polyester material that was semi transparent. A mock turtleneck held the top in place, as the dress was completely backless, plunging low enough to expose the crack of her ass. The front molded around every curve of her breasts and muscular tummy, while the sides were held together only with a loose open string arrangement that left a two inch wide gap, giving complete visibility to the fact that she was... wearing panties? "Wait! Hold it right there. What did I tell you?" I asked.

"To wear this dress," she pouted, worried by my reaction to what she thought was an incredibly sexy appearance.

"No, I told you to wear that and nothing else. Isn't that right?" My voice was raising in command of the charged up girl.

"Well, yes, but surely you don't expect."

"Expect what?" I interrupted. "Expect you to comply? Of course I did. Now, strip those panties right here, right now!" Her family had stopped watching the TV because of my loud tone, and she proceeded to reach into the panty straps, pull them down, and let them fall to the floor. Now, standing naked from the waist down in front of the kids, one other thing was obvious, and this time it was I who was shocked. It's a common practice for the women in the club to shave their pussies, and Mia had complied nicely by having a smooth bald snatch. Her pussylips were the puffy variety, but was most impressive was the size of her clit, which was the size of my little finger. I had always read about women like this, and had always wanted to meet one. Wow! This was incredible! It actually looked like a small penis dangling in the open, and when I touched it, it sprang to life along with a copious amount of pussy juice. This girl was obviously hot to trot, and I knew that I was going to be the jockey. I couldn't believe my good luck, and in one heartbeat forgave everything I had thought about my wife's black sexing. I actually started to feel loved by Jessica in my own selfish way, since Jess had thought of me and my physical needs, and fantasized that I would actually enjoy the rest of the weekend fucking this nymph while watching my wife and her sister get stuffed with all the black cock and cum they could handle.

I stood back to look once again at the creature that would submit to having every imaginable form of intercourse with me, not to mention blowjobs. The semi- sheer material bulged like a second skin around her perfect breasts, conforming nicely to her erect nipples, and clung to the curves in her belly and hips. What I especially liked was the fact that this girl's vaginal area was so well outlined that her pouty lips and stiff clit were clearly visible to the anyone close, but the dress suggested cover from a distance. Her black hair hung straight down her exposed back, and she was virtually nude when observed from close up. I took her hand, and, as I led her to the front door, she turned to her husband and kids telling them that she would return sometime the next day, as far she knew.

"Wait!" her husband said, as we were about to leave. "What's going to hap... I mean, will she be."

"Oh she'll be okay," I offered as I realized his meek position in this relationship. "In fact, she'll be very fine indeed." My brazenness arose to a level that even excited me, as I realized that this was my chance to throw a little shock factor into the situation. I looked him straight in the eye and said, "Mia here will be fucked well. I'll see to that, since I'm her escort for the weekend. She'll come back with her pussy full of sperm, my sperm, and maybe some others'. I haven't decided yet, but I assure you, your wife will be well fucked, her pussy, her ass, her mouth. Okay Rog?"

"Okay." came the soft reply.

I turned to watch Mia's reaction and noticed her wide eyes, labored breathing and wet inner thighs. I was in love, but at the moment I was more in lust than anything else, and turned her out the door to her awaiting exposure. The car was deliberately parked on the next block, and the early evening light this summer day lit our way along the neighborhood that was alive with kids playing and the occasional man, woman or couple working in the yard before supper. To raise the level a little, I took Mia's hand in mine, knowing that some of the people would recognize her and wonder who she was with. The fact that she was walking virtually naked with a man other than her husband would almost destroy any reputation she enjoyed as a good mother of two, but more important, it would cross a bridge that signaled that there would be no going back.

There was no doubt as to the affect that this stroll had on the neighbors, and Mia did herself proud by strutting her stuff in front of them all. One man who was mowing his lawn stopped to acknowledge her by saying hello, but it was amusingly obvious that his eyes were glued to her body. Mia's nipples stiffened at the attention, and she stood straight up as she walked by, causing her breasts to press against the thin material even more. Her tits jiggled and bounced as freely as if she wore nothing at all, and the giving material left absolutely nothing to the imagination. As we finally reached my car, I took advantage of the couple that stood watching the procession, and, before opening the passenger side door, I took her in my arms, raised her lips to mine and kissed her in full view of the stunned neighbors. Stunned, indeed, because my hand slipped to the crack of her ass, and her dress rode up her hips to fully expose her butt. We both were locked in a passionate kiss that I was soaking in and she was pouring forth. The shivers in her body told me that she climaxed from feeling my body pressed against hers, and from the excitement of being the slut she always dreamt of being. Juice was streaming down her legs as I opened the car door, and watched the short dress that couldn't possibly cover her snatch when she seated herself. I smirked proudly as I walked around the car, entered, and drove slowly away with my personal housewife whore.

"Not bad for the first time," I offered as we drove slowly down the block. I noticed her green eyes were half closed and crazed from the excitement. She looked over with a new inquisitive look that told me she didn't expect the feeling to be so intense, that she was losing self control, and that she definitely liked what was happening to her.

It is a concept that escapes most people as they ponder just why the magic or excitement goes out of any relationship. I know, it took me long enough to realize the true meaning of newness. People become complacent in their dealings with others, whether it's because they lose interest, or they care too much. Yes, I learned that caring too much for a person's feelings made me try to outguess their reactions, constantly trying to please them, and often times failing. Knowing someone too well can actually cause a person to become bored with knowing how their partner will react, and it's for that reason that they fail to be spontaneous and creative in love making. Dealing with a loss of interest is one thing, but dealing with over caring can be just as dangerous.

So it was that I came to know the secret of what drives most people to try swinging in the first place. The secret is the unknown. Looking at some one, not knowing if they have the same wicked feelings as you, then bursting forth without control into wild sexual frenzy with a stranger. This was the feeling that was boiling up inside Mia at this very moment. Her blatant nastiness, her wickedness, her slutty behavior in front of a total stranger who vowed in front of her family to fuck her. At that moment I knew that Mia wanted me to dominate her, tell her what to do, how to act. She wanted me to debase her, defile her, and to force into acts that she never dreamed of doing. She wanted this because I had no history with her, or her with me, and she could play the part of any person in her wildest fantasies for me. Now was her chance to lose all control for once and she only wanted the excuse to comply. She didn't want the opportunity to slip through her fingers. If she liked what she felt because of it, she could do it again and again as a new person with a new reputation. If she rejected ever doing this in the first place, she would never know anything about these things, and she could only guess as to what it would be like. She could never go back once she rejected the chance. Her fire would forever die, and adventure would no longer exist. She awaited her guide to take her on that adventure, into new lands of fulfillment and opportunity for passion. One lifetime, one chance, that was her choice. She had gone this far and her body spoke to her of promised flames, explosions that she only tasted and fantasized about. She was definitely ready, and I had the fortune to both understand where she was on her journey, and to also be her guide, her mentor, her master.

I didn't know this girl from any other. I had no vested interest in her well being, and therefore I could consider her a mere fuck toy. That was the beauty of the strangeness. I didn't know her limits, but, then again, what did it matter? I wasn't supposed to care. She didn't expect it of me, and I wasn't going to spoil the chance to take her and treat her like the slut she wanted to be. I didn't have to worry about pinching her nipples when I wanted. I didn't have to be concerned if my cock or any other guy's cock hit the back of her pussy. It wasn't important if it hurt if I was so lucky that she had a short cunt and my cock penetrated her cervix. I was going to fuck this girl, and she was going to like it. No, wait, it didn't matter if she liked it or not. It was for my pleasure, not hers. She was my gift, my fuck toy. At least that's what I kept telling myself. It was funny, but I had to loosen up as much as she did if this was going to work. So, I took a deep breadth and put up the image of the all-knowing, experienced swinger that I was ironically forced to be.

"He doesn't know, does he?" I asked in a cool manner.

"Who? What?"

"Roger. He doesn't know how involved you are, does he?"

Mia looked at me with surprise, and sheepishly answered, "How do you know?"

"Call it a hunch. And the fact that he mentioned the party you two attended. First of all, Jodi doesn't swing with her husband, so whoever fucked you was just one of the club members. Second, Jodi and Jessica don't start the inner circle process with any member unless that person is pretty well into the scene, and is quite active in their afternoon sessions. Don't tell me. I'd say you're a regular at most of the girl's parties, and have expressed an interest in some of the kinkier stuff the sisters have teased you with. Am I right?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"You guess so?"

"Okay, okay. You're right. Roger thinks this is all brand knew, and it's part of some sort of swingers tradition or something. You're wife and her sister have actually gotten me pretty involved, and I guess you might say I've already screwed my share of men behind Rog's back. But I did involve him in the one party. I figured if I fed him just enough bait, he would go along with the idea, and I could do about anything I wanted, as long as he got to attend a party every now and then. It's not that I don't want him involved. In fact, I love to have him around while I'm being screwed, mostly for the thrill of seeing his reaction to me being so nasty. It's just that I don't want him to know everything. That way there's a sense of control."

I laughed and muttered, "Typical! So, tell me, how much do the girls have you doing? Details, now! Be explicit."

Mia started getting excited again, and subconsciously started fingering her exposed clit as she spoke, "Well, let's see. The usual afternoon parties. We occasionally go out teasing in some pretty sexy clothes. I... I've had my first gang bang, I guess you could call it. Oh, it was just three guys, but it was terrific. They got me going so much, I kept screaming for more until they just wore out. I guess that's when Jodi decided I might be acceptable to her inner circle."

"White, black or mixed?" I asked, knowing what this weekend held in store.

"What?"

"Were you banged by white guys, or did you go all the way to black?"

"Oh. They were white. Black's one thing I haven't tried. Although, Jessica, I'm sorry, your wife has shown me some videos of her and her sister doing some black men, and wow, did I ever get turned on. Maybe I'll get up the guts to try it sometime. What do you think of them fucking black guys like they do? Do you think I should try it?"

"Let's just say that I could learn to like it given the right circumstances." I laughed to myself, again thinking of where I was taking Mia, and that she was the sole reason that I was going to enjoy it. I imagined myself on top of Mia, face to face, with my dick buried in her obviously tight little cunt, and looking up to watch my wife and her sister humping a thick black cock. My prick was pressing hard against my jeans as I continued, "So give me some details about you and the club. How did you get involved, and what do you know about the inner circle?"

Mia went on, "Well, I first met Jodi at the gym. After having a couple of kids, I felt like I was getting out of shape, and decided to do something about it. At the beginning it was the usual treadmill workout, then the occasional swim. That's when I met Jodi. I saw her talking to a few of the guys as she was life guarding, but what caught my eye was the fact that her wet swimsuit was clinging to her body and the white material was clearly showing her nipples. Naturally, I looked at the guys' crotches, and noticed some incredible hardons as they were staring her down. As I casually swam by, I got a closer look at Jodi's suit, and saw that the wet material not only clung to her tits, but the folds of her pussylips and clit were clearly visible as well. She just stood their about three feet from these guys' faces, casually carrying on a teasing conversation, full knowing that she was displaying her body. As I swam by, both the guys and she turned to watch me doing the back stroke and I noticed her wink at me and nod an approving look. Actually, their staring made me horny as hell, and later in the locker room, Jodi introduced herself commenting on my good shape and the way the men looked at me. She was really quite forward and blatant with her descriptions right off the bat, but it attracted me. Well, right then and there we struck up a friendship based on the common interest of our effect on the guys. I guess that I kind of got a body rush listening to Jodi's description of cocks hardening because of the way I looked, but what told me there was something more to this was when I watched Jodi strip in front of me. As she peeled off her suit, I noticed that she had removed all the lining material in the bra and crotch area. She purposely made it so her nipples would show and her cuntlips would fold around the Lycra, outlining the details of her pussy. And what a pussy! Bald and smooth as a baby girl's, and pouty just like mine. Jeez! That was a turn on, and I was curious as hell. So, when she invited me to her house for a drink, I was drawn like a moth to the proverbial flame."

"Well, I have to admit. You definitely are no slouch when it comes to the body department."

Mia actually blushed and went on, "Maybe not, but, all housewives begin to worry, and I was no exception. I guess that the fact that I was married young and had little experience with other men got me wondering about where my life was going. Besides, still being relatively young, my libido is really pretty strong, and tending kids all day just doesn't cut it, if you know what I mean. I had to admit, I was curious about those cocks. I wanted to see more of them, and, in a way that warmed my skin, I wanted them to see more of me."

"Trust me, I know." My voice must have trailed off, me thinking of my own situation with Jessica, and knowing that it must have been the same for her. "But, keep going, then what?"

"Well, at Jodi's place, she offered me a glass of wine, and we sat and talked. She was really quite open, and I really liked having a friend near my own age that I could open up to. One of the first things she did when she got home was change into a chemise, saying that she really couldn't stand wearing clothes around the house. She made me feel so comfortable and relaxed. We talked about my feelings and shared secrets. She even told me that she had an open marriage and she was free to experiment. When I probed about what she meant, she described the little things like dressing to tease in the gym and at the malls. Instead of being shocked, I got more interested, and started talking about my feelings. About how horny I was feeling, and about how much I had been fantasizing in my own mind about things like other men. Then, she really surprised me."

"Don't tell me.the album, right?"

"How'd you guess?"

"Call it another hunch," I mused.

"Anyway, I guess she felt like she could trust me, and asked just how uninhibited I thought I would like to be if I really had the chance. I answered that sometime I felt that I could or would try just about anything once, to which she responded by pouring another glass of wine, sitting next to me on the sofa, and asking if I would like to see some pictures of her boyfriends. Of course, I was curious, and the wine was getting to me, and she felt so close and warm sitting next to me that I said yes. She pulled the album from the coffee table in front of us, gave it to me, and leaned back with her glass of wine while I opened the cover. At first the pictures were of some really nice looking guys, the kind that would turn my head. As I flipped the pages, their clothes started coming off until they were stark naked with good shots of some major schlongs. The next pages were of Jodi in a similar sequence of shots, ending with her as naked as the men were. What I didn't expect were the pictures that followed. Jodi and her male friends together in various poses, naked, kissing, hugging and groping at each other. I was both shocked and incredibly turned on by the photos, and couldn't help myself from asking where she came up with these men, where she found someone to pose with her like that."

"And that's when she invited you to come along and find out. Right?"

"Right. Hey, if you already know this story, why are you asking?" she asked.

"Your hand."

"My hand?" she jerked her fingers away from her pussy.

"Oh, don't stop. In fact, the other half of the reason is your other hand," and I took her left hand and pressed it to my jeans, showing her the effect her story was having on me as well. She immediately grinned, went back to fingering herself, and continued her story with the revelation that this was just part of the process of getting in the mood, and teasing her creative juices. Mia relaxed, smiled, and unzipped my pants to extract my cock before continuing her story. As my now raging boner sprang from my loose pants, her small hand enveloped the shaft and she began slowly stroking as she spoke. Knowing that I probably couldn't contain myself while driving, and being fairly close to our destination, I decided to pull into one of the city's major parks. We continued our conversation in the car with me fingering Mia's clit, her stroking my cock, and the occasional weekend athlete jogging by in full view of our ministrations. I really didn't care if anyone saw us, and actually looked forward to someone's reaction when they noticed. Was I becoming an exhibitionist like these women? The thought intrigued me.

"Well, anyway, like I was saying, Jodi invited me over for an adventure the next day. I was so excited at her instructions to go home, shave my pussy completely smooth, and abstain from any sex that evening that I just about died. When I showed up the next day, you'd think that I had just consumed three double shot espressos from the way I was wired. I guess I played right into Jodi's hands, as she greeted me at the door in an outfit that I thought was barely legal. She told me that we were going out for the day, and the idea was to be as daring as possible. She said that it was a game, and that I would be surprised how far women could go in public before someone got put off. Jodi gave me an outfit to wear that was identical to hers, except for color. Her powder blue and my white togs consisted of a jogging bra sans padding or liner, and a pair of Lycra knit exercise shorts, again without liners. The top conformed to our breasts so well, that every curve of our tits were plain as day, and our nipples were clearly detailed, especially as stiff as they were. The shorts were like a second skin, running up the crack of our ass, and the seamless front looked like it was sprayed onto our pussylips. My clit was like it was sculpted in porcelain, with each curve surrounded in minute detail under the thin material. You can see that as big as it is, I felt like I was sporting a miniature hardon. Our asscheeks showed no trace of panties, and jiggled along with my free swaying tits as I walked. Bobby sox and jogging shoes, along with a thin sweater draped over the shoulder and loosely tied in front topped off the athletic image."

"Jodi deemed my hair to be just right, long and straight down my back, but she fixed hers in a pony tail that pointed high from nearly the top of her head. I couldn't believe that she wanted me to go out in this outfit that is until Jessica showed up. That's when I first met your wife, and realized that this was for real. Jess was dressed in her own concoction of athletic shirt that had a bottom hem hanging just below her breast line, and a tennis skirt obviously meant to be worn with frilly panties for those times that the wind blew, or when an athletic move made the material ride up. However, Jessica was not wearing panties, and the skirt was short enough to show some cheek. The bottom of her tits peeked from beneath her thin top that also showed her nipples. Of course, she wore the same shoes as we did, but her hair was in her classic bob style. A fishnet open front sweater left nothing to the imagination. So it was that we three vixens sallied forth into the world, seeking attention. My shorts were already so wet that the soaked spot only served to make my bald pussy more visible, and when I looked in the mirror, I suddenly realized how explicit my protruding clit was in its erect state. I was hot, and was looking forward to getting hotter in the strength of my experienced company."

I asked, "Mia, why do you think Jodi and Jess like doing these things? I mean, don't they think it's really out of their league to be running around like that, tempting fate at getting arrested for exposure?"

"Funny thing about it is that I asked them the same question just before we went out the door, and I got a very direct answer. Jodi looked at her sister, and they both turned to face me. 'Look at me,' Jodi said, 'Look at us both, and look at yourself. Now, we know damned well that these bodies are hot. In fact, we look good! But, we also know that this shape won't last forever, and once it's gone, it's gone. Oh, yeah, we can work at keeping in shape, but our bodies, our fire, our ages... they're all here and now. In a few years it won't be the same. I for one don't want to wake up some morning years from now and realize what could have been, what I missed out on. I don't want to lose that forever before I get my fill.' Jodi was very convincing and dead serious. She went on, 'Men play games, sports, and athletics because they dream of impressing the girls. They dream of being the super hero, or the James Bond, so they push it in hopes of sweeping some young innocent off her feet. Well, girls do the same things, only they don't flex their muscles, they flex their femininity. They shave their legs, wear high heels, and low cut dresses that accentuate their breasts. They play on their sexuality in hopes of sweeping unsuspecting guys off their high horses.' Then she cocked her hip and said, 'So, what's it going to be? You have the equipment. Are you satisfied being told who you are and what you can do all your life, or do you want to find out just how easy it is to control the men instead of the other way around? Want to play?' That cord struck home, and being the adventurous type, I wondered what it would be like to have that kind of control over men."

"Excuse me if that doesn't surprise me. Everyone wants to live some erotic tale of their own, and you certainly do have the equipment like Jodi said." I rolled her clit between my fingers as I spoke, and she melted, closing her eyes for a second at the pleasure. "Go on about your foray with the girls."

"We drove to the mall, and walked the concourse for awhile, picking out our victims and strategizing. I have to admit that planning our devilry was about as exciting as doing it. It seemed like foreplay as we waved our bodies up and down past the stores, commenting on the possibilities, then taking a break at the sidewalk caf‚ where we sat observing the patrons coming and going. We sipped some iced tea and talked about how sexy we felt, and especially how daring Jessica looked, sitting there with her legs crossed, making the hem of her skirt show an unbelievable amount of leg, and occasionally flapping up in the breeze clear to her waste on the side. These girls obviously knew what they were doing, and knew how to do it, because they next asked if I was ready for part two."

"Here I thought that we had just about done all we could," continued Mia, "but was I ever in for a shocker. The sisters guided me down the mall to an electronics store, where we previously spotted a number of good looking sales reps. Jodi told me to watch her eyes and expression closely to "learn the tease." We were quite a site, strolling into the place, and we pretty much had our pick of the gents when some hunk asking if we needed assistance approached Jodi. She turned and looked him completely up and down before holding his stare and saying that we wanted to look at some custom units. The guy fumbled as he escorted us to the store's sound room, where the special stereo equipment was kept for acoustically correct listening. We were asked if we had any particular interests, to which Jodi and Jess replied that their interests were varied, and that they were interested to know if his equipment was built strong enough to handle the soft tones as well as the pounding forces of a good sweaty beat. Jodi said this using her best sexy voice, and in such a way that left the poor guy speechless. Before he could speak, Jodi asked about whether a particular pair of floor speakers had an impedance control on the back. As the man sank to his knees looking at the back of the speaker, we moved closer to where, when he turned back to talk, his face was almost in our neatly outlined crotches. His stare at our pussies was so obvious that it took a full couple of seconds before he looked up only to find our hard nipples under our tops. He fumbled with an answer, flushed at being caught, and then Jessica asked if the speakers were compatible for surround sound. As she asked, she raised her arms, pointing to the rear corners of the room to indicate other speaker locations, and when she did so, her top raised to almost fully expose the bottom of her breasts. From where he was kneeling on the floor, the man had an excellent view of her bare skin as one of her nipples slipped below the hem of her top. The fish net sweater gave only the impression of cover, and her nipple was briefly exposed to his gaze which was like that of a kitten intently watching a piece of string. He mentioned that they were indeed compatible, and went on to offer that he could offer a free in-home demonstration and design of a custom system if so desired. Jodi asked Jessica if that Friday would be acceptable, and Jess, in turn, asked me if I was willing to undergo a few hours of demonstration on that day. All eyes turned to me, the man's continuously going back and forth between my snatch and breasts, and I found myself agreeing to Friday just before noon."

"So that was it?" I asked.

"Oh, far from over. We left that store in a sweat, my heart pounding, wondering what I just arranged for myself. Jodi and Jessica congratulated me on my performance saying, 'See how easy that was? That could be your first victory.' I was totally flushed at what I had just done, but I was keyed up and in a daze. Of course, the sisters weren't about to let this opportunity pass, so off to the shoe store we went. We went to a shoe section of an exclusive department store, really shopping for men more than for shoes. We spotted our next victim, and Jodi told me to play along. The suave man asked if we needed help, and Jodi said that both she and I were interested in thong heels. After picking out several pair, we seated ourselves as the man helped us with the shoes. We knew that he had a perfect close up of our outlined pussies, and we played to his enjoyment as we shifted positions, giving the material between our legs ample opportunity to shift over the folds of our lips and my extra large clit. Man, was I getting hot! There I was purposely showing a total stranger my vagina like he was giving me a pelvic exam, innocently making off that I was interested in the fit of the shoes. We got all the attention we wanted, and could see the man getting a real boner, when Jessica asked to see a particularly high pair of heels. Before he returned with the shoes, Jess told me to pay attention to her polished routine. When the man returned with the strap heels, Jessica attempted to strap the shoes on herself as he watched. You could tell his interest at her extremely short skirt riding up the side, but she was expert at not letting him see between her legs. She then got up and walked to the floor mirror about six feet away. It was one of those angled mirrors that let the person wearing the shoes get a better view, but she knew that it also afforded the salesman a good view as well. "I just don't know. They seem a bit... exposing, don't you think?" she said, emphasizing the word "exposing," as she spread her legs about shoulder width apart. You could almost see the man sweat as his eyes were glued to the reflection of Jessica's exposed pussy in the mirror. She knew damned well that he was staring directly at her bald snatch, so she just stood their swing her hips slightly without destroying the position. After about one full minute, she came back, sat down and complained about one of the straps. The man offered to help adjust the thing, and she made her final move by lifting her leg up to the stool on which he was sitting, only this time, she made sure that he had an unobstructed view of her moist slit. She watched, as he couldn't contain his stare, then, when he looked up realizing he had been caught, she smiled down saying that she would take the shoes, and would wear them out. We all giggled as we left the store, the salesman with a raging hardon, and me with a feeling of pure power like I hadn't felt before. I liked what I was feeling."

I was feeling the affect of the story myself, and was dripping precum as I continued to rub her wet clit. Man that clit was stiff, and I felt almost as if I was masturbating a small penis, only this was no she-male. She was all girl and the story of her seduction by my wife and her sister was just too much to stop now. I pressed for more details. "You must have been one hot bitch by then," I said, sensing that language that she didn't hear at home excited her.

"No shit, I was hot." Right on! She was really getting into the story and loosening up. She continued with some excitement now, "But it didn't stop there," she said with enthus