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Sister Part 1 (MMF, wife, exh, voy, org, intr) by Coyote (coyote1@lvcm.com)
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A series telling of my wife and I getting involved in swinging, and then her subsequent involvement in her sister's sex club. The sex club is mainly for housewives, and there is an "inner circle" of a select few that have a penchant for horseplay, black men, and playing exposure and slave games. The story centers around my wife, her sister, and my reaction to all the goings on.

This begins a series of stories about some real life events, but mostly fiction, and laced with a healthy bit of poetic license to provide the desired affect for the reader. The names of characters have been changed for obvious reasons, and the wording has been jazzed up to fit the style of the subject matter. However; much of the language quoted is accurate, which is what makes it all the more exciting. It was a crazy time of life, made even crazier in that actual events formed the basis for these fictional stories, and as you will see, not easily forgotten. I leave it up to the reader to decide what is fact and what is fiction.... if you knew the truth, you would be surprised....
Chapter 1: JESS'S DARK PARTY
Prologue
Two sisters, nearly eight years apart in age, but inextricably connected by a common love of sex. Both were blonde, petite, had big round blue eyes, and had the kind of figures that drove men wild. Creamy skin, tight buns, slim waists, and shapely legs only added to their main sexual features. They both shared solid, real, perky tits with nicely formed nipples, and they had almost identically pouty pussies that were crowned with a clitoris that became hard and stuck out like a miniature prick.
Jodi, the youngest, was athletically built, and discovered her sexuality through her lifeguard job at the local swim club/gym. She found that men would stare at her nipples, erect from the cold water, and she would stare back at their bulges covered by thin wet material. One tease led to another, until the fateful day that a playful feel crossed the line into a full-fledged fuck.
The fact that she was but 21 years old at the time, married one year, and with one baby, made the taboo act just that much more exciting, especially since she was not getting enough at home. This was like a dream come true, and she took full advantage of her fondness for cock. Her wanton ways led to her development and leadership of the largest swing club in the region, involving parties, films, and unusual sex acts performed for her and her members' total enjoyment.
Jodi's absolute love of sex couldn't be contained as a secret only to herself. Her sister, Jessica, was too close to Jodi, and eventually was enticed into the web of iniquity. Jodi loved her sister, and just couldn't stand to keep this wonderful discovery to herself. Close as they were, Jess noticed a distinct change in her sister, and prodded until the truth was finally spilled, but only to the extent that made Jess curious. Jodi had mastered the technique of obtaining members for her "inner circle" of sexual playmates, and schemed to involve her sister.
After Jessica's first good fuck in the presence of her sister who involved her in a threesome, the two discovered a mutual dedication to sexual adventure. The only thing missing at this point was Jessica's husband, who they plotted to involve in their games and club activities.
After all, the best way to avoid marital conflict when committing adultery is for both spouses to be fucking strangers while lying next to each other, or at least at the same party. So, the stage was set for exposing Jessica's mate to her being balled by another man, and the sisters agreed that shock exposure would be the method of choice.
The stage was set, and I was their victim. My wife, Jessica, was about to turn my life upside down forever.....and the two blond vixens joked about my initiation, as they sat nude, cuddled in the laps of strange men, and toasted the upcoming event with champagne glasses full of fresh warm semen.

It seemed as everything in my life was going badly. Working out of town, home just once every two weeks for a weekend, and love life that was in the gutter. My wife (Jessica) and I had started swinging with another couple just three years ago when I had to go out of town to find stable employment. Instead of moving to Tucson, Jess insisted on staying put while I did the traveling. Perhaps it was that the time alone at home made it more convenient for her to pursue her extra-marital relations, or perhaps she was merely beginning to have mixed feelings about our relationship.
Jess was a 34 year old, very pretty blond housewife, with a cute face, standing five feet four inches, about 115 pounds, and average, but still perky breasts. We had been married for fifteen years, she right out of high school, and me in my last year in college. We were happy with each other, and felt that our love was strong and allowed us to relax in other people's company and kid in private about her being gang banged, swapping partners, and general other taboo stuff that served to tease our sexual encounters with fantasy. Little did I know about the subtle change that was slowly taking shape inside her mind and body.
We had become good friends with another couple in the neighborhood, and on occasion had taken vacations together. The closeness of traveling and friendship slowly made us all a little braver with each other, and the excitement masked any feeling of jealousy threat. I think we all suspected somewhat of a desire to overstep tradition, but I think I was the most naive, and was content to use the teasing to stimulate the love making between Jess and me by using my imagination.
I know now about her relations with Charley and Liz. After all, I was a participant in their activities ever since the time when we were enjoying a weekend in San Francisco. It was to be a mini-vacation just prior to me taking off for a job I had gotten in Tucson, and we invited our best friends, Charley and Liz to come along. We flew into Frisco on Friday afternoon, and by around 6 pm we all had settled into a corner suite that we shared at a hotel near the business district.
Taking turns in the shower, I was the last in line, and when I emerged from the bright lights of the bathroom to a darkened suite, only Liz was waiting in a see-through baby doll top, and no sign of Jess and Charley. Liz pulled me to the couch as I asked, "where is Jess?" and she replied, "Oh, don't worry about them."
By that time, Liz had managed to reach inside my towel wrap and start fingering my balls and now stiffening member. She had often suggested that she "was ready", and I had suspected something was up, since Jess and Charley wanted to sit together on the plane earlier that afternoon.
Curiosity overcame my now hard conscience, and an immediate flood of suspicion pushed me into examining the rest of the suite. With Liz trying to pull me back, I heard a familiar sound of passion emerging from around the room divider. As I rounded the corner, my heart pounded while I watched Charley fucking my wife on the king size bed. Her legs were resting on his shoulders as he slid his rod in and out of Jess's pussy. I stood unable to move at the sight of her thrusting up to slap his balls against her ass. Like a zombie I stepped back only to be met by the awaiting arms of Liz, who guided me silently back to the couch. To my surprise, my dick had hardened even further at the sight, and Liz sought to ease my shock by engulfing by rod with her eager mouth.
The reality of my excitement at the scene soon turned my shock to a sense of determination, and half angrily, I vowed to get my piece of the action. The ice was broken, as I pushed Liz onto her back, tore off her flimsy nighty, and thrust my member deep inside her wet pussy. The feeling was surprisingly different, but warm and tight. As I increased the pace, I could hear the familiar moans of Jess's climax from around the wall, and I knew full well what she was feeling at that moment. A few seconds later came the groans from Charley as he let go a load deep inside her woman hole. Although my heart sank in realizing that her vaginal tract was being spewed with pulse after pulse of hot cum from another man, I continued with increased determination until my own load was gushing inside of Liz.
I had not been prepared for the excitement that seemed to flow through the hotel room that night. Liz and I got up and rounded the corner to the king size bed. Jess looked up at me, but didn't let go of the cock in her mouth, as she continued to suck on Charley's prick. As we all got on the bed together, Jess broke off from Charley, kissed me, and started giving me a very enthusiastic blowjob. As things would have it, Charley had lost the charm when I entered the room, so I had the only available hard cock. Jess and Liz traded off sucking my cock and licking my balls until I erupted into one of their mouths, perhaps both, since they were both licking their lips when I opened my eyes.
For the rest of the weekend we openly had sex with each other's spouses wherever, and whenever we wanted. Normal romantic dinners out in the City By The Bay were replaced with fish & chips in order to hasten our return to the closed doors of our hotel.
It was a matter of who got the bed and who got the floor, followed by familiar screams of climax as both of the wives were continuously filled with cock and cum from a strange new source. At times we actually sat sipping wine, and watched each other's partners fucking.
We tried out new positions with the assistance of whomever was available, Liz and I held Jess's legs apart and high in the air as Charley plugged her asshole, and Jess and Charley did the same as I invaded Liz for her first experience with anal sex.
That weekend seemed to release a floodgate of sexual energy that only one can experience by sharing unbridled passion with a person who knows your every feeling. At the time, it seemed beautiful, uplifting, and openly honest; however, the weekend closed with me boarding a plane to Tucson to start a new job, and the others going home to be together.
The most important link in a relationship, communication, was limited to short, long distance phone calls from a pay phone for the next two weeks. On my visits home, precious little time was available to talk about what had just happened to us, since the short two days consisted of saying hello to the kids, a short fuck, then over to Charley and Liz's house for a night of fucking and sucking on each other's spouse. That routine, along with the normal obligatory house chores, wore away on both my energy and emotions, leaving me to question my own sanity, and the intentions of Jess.
She, on the other hand, seemed to increase her enthusiasm for the sport, and even surprised me with new twists. I will never forget the one time I came home, discovered the kids were out doing their own things, and Jess and I proceeded to make love before heading over to our friend's house. She surprised me after I had entered her for a few strokes, as she popped me out of her pussy, and plunged me full length into her asshole. She didn't stop or even slow down to ease my cock in, but rammed down with full thrust, burying me up to my balls. I bucked and came at the same time she exploded in orgasm from fingering her clit, and I filled her anal cavity with warm sticky fluid. This was rare occurrence in our love life prior to that time, but the frequency increased to every home visit after that.
Along with a passion for anal sex, Jess began shaving her pussy, and suggested some home pictures of her in sexy nude poses. The poses graduated into rather excellent close-ups of her sucking my cock, or me entering her pussy with my stiff member. I really enjoyed taking the pictures, and the backdrop gradually expanded to the great outdoors, beaches and the mountains.
Now, this part I didn't mind a bit, as it was all in good fun, and I become turned on over a smoothly shaven pussy and sexy smooth body. She had always made reference to our intimacy with Charley and Liz, but now she started talking about it enthusiastically. Her news of the home front began including descriptions of the time she spent with our friends, and eventually turned to the time she spent with Charley alone. She would describe the new positions that they would try, their daring interludes at noon, and even short trips they would take together.
Over time, Jess's sexual appetite seemed to diminish during my home visits, and the weekends were filled more and more with honey-does. Perhaps it was a result of my insecurity, but we had never, in my mind, gotten a chance to sit back and reflect on our activities. I had become desperate for a good old fashioned, lovey-dovey, one-on-one, relationship, and that only seemed to drive Jess away more and more.
My employment out of town continued, and my feelings plunged me into depression. By now, some years later, I had been living with images that I could only conjure up from the constant innuendoes that she threw my way. I remember the time that my heart sank during a Friday phone call when she announced that she was going to spend the weekend with Traci, a girl we knew who owned a stud farm in the mountains. Her exact words were, "Traci and I are going out tonight, and we don't know where we will end up, so don't try to call."
My mind said, "I know where you'll end up both of you on your backs, side by side, with two slabs of meat spurting cum into your holes!" I should have followed my instincts then and there, because I didn't realize just how right I could be. I felt angry, betrayed, and hurt, and, I was beginning to feel helpless.
It was one of those depressing weekends home that I became really out of sorts, and just wanted to talk to someone to vent my concerns. To my dismay, Jess had arranged a weekend with Traci, left me with an unattended pair of cum filled balls, and fending for myself and our grown teenagers who only required copious amounts of food. She had left on Friday afternoon, and I had arrived home on Friday evening. By Saturday afternoon, I couldn't take it any more, and decided to call Jess's sister, Jodi, who invited me over to talk.
Jodi and I had established a rather unusual relationship over the years due primarily to her intense sexual drive, and my constant kidding and downright curiosity. She stands about 5'3", weighs around 110 pounds, and has an athletic, 26 year old figure. Her tits had been small and perky, but after nursing, they matured into larger and fuller versions of the same perky pair. With long golden blond hair hanging to her waist, the family's blue eyes, and a cute face, she was somewhat of a looker, and a very attractive target. She played on this fresh farm girl look, as it proved to attract quite a bit of attention, which she used to her advantage.
A strong biological urge fueled Jodi's sex drive from the time she was 19, married one year, and looking for adventure. As a lifeguard at the local YMCA, she casually observed many of the men in the early morning swim sessions, and finally began coaxing them into the back stairwell to "cop a feel" as she so nicely put it. A feel led to a blowjob, which led to a quick fuck, all of which was more exciting to her since because of the chance of being caught.
At her ripe young age, she didn't have anyone to tell her secrets to, so I became her confidant and sounding board through a mistake I made of teasing her about not getting enough sex at home. She would ask me questions. I would either tell her what I knew, or make up a fantasy answer. In turn, Jodi would tell me about her sexual feelings and fantasies, and her emotions would literally pour out, since she felt that I was her sanctuary where anything was permissible, and everything was okay. Little by little she became bolder, and shared her deepest perverted fantasies with me, knowing that she wouldn't be shot down for exposing her excitement about sex.
Jodi eventually became so relaxed and open with me, that she even got me to buy her first dildo. She got so hot over the mere sight of it, that she sat in front of me stroking it as if dreaming, then placed her lips over the end and started pushing as much of the twelve-inch rubber dong into her throat as she could take. She seemed to be a natural, but at the same time she couldn't contain herself.
With the dildo still in her mouth she stood up and, with both hands, unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them along with her panties clear to the floor, and stepped aside. She sat down in directly in front of me on the couch, took the cock from her throat, and began working its big head over her clit. The rest is history as she proceeded to plunge its length into her pussy and fuck herself silly right there before my eyes. It sure is nice to have such an appreciative sister-in-law.
That little episode drew blood on new horizons. She would ask me over to discuss her feelings on sexual matters, and I know now that this made her even hornier and daring. Shortly after, she asked me to accompany her to buy another dildo, only this time she wanted to pick it out herself, and see the selection. The mere act of doing so was an incredible turn on for her, as she knew the men in the store were watching her.
Wearing short shorts, sandals, and a halter-top that was unbuttoned in front almost to her waist, she went from model to model, handling each with a contemplative look. The biggest surprise was when she lovingly fell in love with the big, thick black dick on the rack, squealed with delight, and proudly brought her new toy to the checkout. She didn't even want a bag, and carried the rubber stick to our car with pride.
As she walked from the curb to her house with the dick swaying in her hand, we noticed that a neighbor was staring, and she turned to me saying, "I wonder if I could get him." Once inside the house, she repeated the same scene as with the first dildo, but urged me to jerk off while watching her play with her new dark meat.
Her sexual activities rapidly increased, until she became involved in swinging. This was not easy for her at first, since she didn't know whether to tell her husband. Taking my advice, she did tell him, which almost led to a divorce, but he decided that it wasn't worth the hassle, and that, since he was more interested in hunting anyway, this would give them both more time to pursue their individual interests. This was a perfect arrangement for Jodi, because she now felt that she had been granted total sexual freedom from the only one that could cause her grief.
Jodi became quite popular in the swinging circle, and eventually wound up as founder and lead socialite of a new and very exclusive swingers club. She was known for her wild ideas and daring approach to parties, games and organized events. The club that she led focused on women in the group, and nurtured the sexual appetites of its members in a combination support group and vehicle to explore weird horizons that many considered unapproachable. The activities in the club were controlled by an "inner circle" of female members that directed and approved of their contents. In this way, the most vulnerable of the species was involved with a more understanding feel from a kindred spirit. That female spirit, she explained, is so complex that it requires one with a close understanding to explore the depths of its sexuality, and bring it out to its full potential.
Jodi picked right on this theme as I sat back that summer Saturday, and she offered me a drink to ease my pain. It never ceased to amaze me how she grew in sensuality over the years. No matter what she wore, she always gave the impression of being undressed, and always carried an understanding, "come-fuck-me" look about her. This day was particularly warm, and after greeting me at the door, she immediately discarded the long tank top she wore, leaving her dressed only in .....Earrings. Great! Here I was, sexually frustrated, lounging with a beer, and sitting directly in front of my sexy blond, and nude, sister-in-law. She was completely relaxed sitting there naked and talking with me, and seemed desperate to want to help my psychological state.
I explained my frustrations about the lack of sex at home, and expressed my doubts about Jess's sincerity and devotion. Jodi tried to soothe my feelings, and showed great concern and sadness over the my apparent lack of awareness. The look on her face told me that she knew more than she was letting on. She questioned me about what I had been told, and my reactions to various things that were happening with our life at the time. I knew full well of her sexual exploits, and I opened up fully with my feelings.
I could see that Jodi really cared about my feelings and the way that I hurt, but, at the same time, she seemed to try to get me to understand Jess's actions. This was a little strange, and I boldly said that she and Jess were just not the same, and that she seemed to know little about her sister. Visibly agitated, she exclaimed, "I think it's you who doesn't know much about your wife, and how she has changed! Even though you suspect a lot, I don't think you could handle these suspicions if you found them to be true." She continued, "Look. We've been through quite a bit together, and I've shared some pretty wild things about my life, but you don't even know all there is to me yet." I just stared at her, half hearing what she was saying, and half imagining.
Jodi asked if I tried talking to Jess, to which I replied that even the communication had stopped, and conversations were cut as short as possible. She responded, "Well, like it or not, I think I am seeing a total breakdown in your marriage. I have been able to do the things I do because I never hesitate to tell my husband, even though he seldom cares. Maybe I am making a big mistake, but I think it is time for you to endure some tough love therapy." She explained that I obviously wouldn't solve this problem alone, and said that she could only offer to help with what she knew best a healthy dose of hard sex.
As I straightened in my chair, she giggled and said, "No, not me. It's time to open your eyes to another chapter of the real world. Just how much has Jess told you about herself and what she does lately?" I responded that innuendoes and careless hints have led me to believe the worst, but she had told me nothing more explicit than her continued fuck sessions with Charley. That news seemed to surprise Jodi, and a look of realization seemed to flood over her like a body rush. She immediately realized the huge lack of openness that was festering the wound in my marriage, and her tone changed from consolation to determination.
"Do you find me attractive. I mean, do you find me sexy?" she said. "Of course," I replied, "what kind of question is that?" She continued, "and you know of my involvement in swinging, the parties and the games, right?"
"Yes, of course" I moaned with a now envious tone. "Yes, but I have never really shown you the lust that drives me to be a happy housewife one day, and a wanton slut the next."
She paused to stretch her body, pushing out her breasts and positioning one leg as if to cross them in her lap, but extending the other over one arm of the chair. The position completely and expertly exposed her bald pussy which she began fingering as she continued, "You know how I love to please people, and especially the ones I hold dear to me. Being who I am, and knowing the people that I do, I like to make sure that my dear friends get all that they need. Occasionally, I see to their needs by setting up special parties for them to enjoy their deepest desires and fantasies. I can do this for them in this wonderful house where they can abandon all control, and have no concern for anything else in their life."
She was obviously getting wet as she continued, "I'm doing a special party for someone close to me tomorrow, and I have an idea that I can kill two birds with one stone. This person in my "inner circle" has asked me to arrange a gang bang for her in the early evening, and I think that you should be there to get off watching the affair." She knew that I always enjoyed watching her and her friends, and the idea warmed me to think that she cared enough to figure a way to satisfy some of my frustrations as well. "Of course, there is one condition" she sighed, "You must remain out of sight, and stay for the entire time. Remember, my taping room is completely secure, but you must promise on your life not to leave before my guest no matter what you see and hear. Under no circumstance are you to yell, scream, shout, or pound anything regardless of what happens."
By that time I would have promised my left nut. The sight of Jodi's masterfully exposed wet pussy, her sexy tone, and the promise of some relief of my own combined to turn anger into a feeling of tit-for-tat in the sexual arena. If Jess could go off with her friend in the mountains on some binge, well then, I could at least do some voyeurism on my own. I heartily agreed to all the conditions, which seemed to warm Jodi's smile, and make her wink like the stage was set for a big performance.
She was obviously pleased with her plan, and, putting that aside for now, she got a sly look on her face and said, "What do you think of me sitting here playing with my pussy" Do you like it when I rub my juice around?" She was putting her fingers inside her cunt, and spreading the juice that she extracted over the entire area. "Jodi, you know how much I've always wanted to fuck you, and right now your really testing my will power." She slowly raised herself off the chair and cupped both her breasts as she swayed across the room. As she stood swaying her body in front of me, she said, "Rules were made to be broken, and I notice that you've developed quite a wrecking bar under those shorts."
Without a word, she pushed me against the back of the couch, knelt down and slid my shorts down and completely off in one motion. Since the shorts had a sewn in brief, that left me with stiff cock pointing toward the ceiling. She whispered, "Now I want to see you stroke this thing," and she watched as I took my member in hand and began pumping. Obviously pleased with the sight, Jodi stood up, swung one leg over my head and placed her foot on the back of the couch. She used the fingers of one hand to spread her pussy lips to expose her little knobby clitoris (which was now also stiff), and then lowered herself onto my face.
I didn't need another invitation as my tongue immediately went to work licking around her opening, flicking her clit, and plunging as deep as possible into her dark cavern. She moaned with pleasure as I lapped up her juices for a good five minutes. We collapsed on the couch with her on top, and settled into a rhythm as her powerful mouth surrounded my cock. This was the first time that Jodi ever touched me, but I was experiencing a very much needed blowjob in a taboo situation that made me even hornier.