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Having now plunged head first into the crazy lifestyle of swinging and sexual adventure, I became a first class member of Jodi's exclusive club, and was admitted to the "inner circle" by virtue of being her brother-in-law, and on the wicked insistence from both sisters that I be involved and exposed to everything. I must admit that after turning over my spirit to this new way of living, I found it easier to accept many of the things I had seen. It was expected that I develop the same sense of fantasy, adventure, and exploitation as the others, and let my wildest imagination guide my viewpoint and attitude of whatever was next to come.
Now, one must think that from the description of activities, these girls must have been ordinary looking, causing them to seek out men rather than have men attracted to them. Very much to the contrary, these girls were exceptionally good looking, and used those good looks to every advantage for the care and feeding of their obsession with sex. Jodi and Jess are very similar in stature, about 5'3-4" and around 112 pounds, slim build and firm, perky breasts that pass the pencil test (they can't hold a pencil under an udder). Both have blue eyes and blond hair, Jodi's being long to the middle of her back and light golden, and Jessica's about collar length cut in a bob with bangs and light gold to platinum in color. They had different faces, but both were considered very pretty and cute, almost pixy at that time. These features served to create an unbelievable, and markedly shocking contrast whenever they satisfied their passion for fucking black men. After all, who thinks about a girl who looks that young and innocent having a fetish for interracial sex? Nevertheless, the sisters felt a strong sense of taboo involving black men and blond women, and this forbidden act added to the excitement of being nasty. Hence, much of the sisters' activities by the time I was introduced to the club centered around black sexing.
A few months into my club membership, I experienced one of the most explicit series of sexual sister exploits that I was ever to encounter. The following account captures the story of one weekend that my wife, Jessica arranged for her sister, Jodi, and one that was the first in a series of similar outings for the two. Although I am glad to have been involved, the ultimate result was not how I had planned.
As part of the inner circle activities of Jodi's club, the people within that circle usually went well beyond the normal realm of conventional swinging. I guess one could say that, for her, it turned into more of a sexual adventure club than just a swingers club. A private understanding was established to investigate new ideas for unusual and extreme sexual scenarios that only certain members knew about and were willing to participate in. One of these activities they named "The Submission Game," which included female members who would sign up to submit to an unannounced adventure of submission to whatever scenarios the perverted minds of the inner circle members could imagine. The basic concept was sort of a "use me and abuse me" sort of idea that went beyond the normal swinging activities, and was intended to come up with wild ideas that some people considered either on the edge, or even over the edge. The willingness of the participant had to be pre-documented (to avoid legal embarrassment), and the woman had to realize that the scenes might include some extreme sexual situations which could include forced sex against their will, sex with strangers, humiliation, excessive sex, physical marking, and possibly questionably legal acts in some states. It was agreed that once they were selected and their time had started, that they could not choose to stop any of the things that were scheduled, but were to submit under penalty of permanent club expulsion, not to mention other implied threats. Each person who considered signing up was coached about the possibilities of what could occur. Hence, the commitment was complete and entered into with considerable forethought.
The game was fully explained to me, to which I thought, "who would ever sign up to this kind of potential abuse and perversion?" I was shocked when Jessica told me that both she and her sister were charter members on the list, but had yet to be called to duty. The events must be carefully planned, orchestrated, and controlled in order to provide maximum impact and shock to the participant. None of the originators of the idea were quite sure what their intentions would bring, so each time they planned a session it was unique. Some were involved with quantity, some with quality or deviations, and still others with a mix of all.
I had spent about four or five months getting into the action of the club, and had attended a number of parties with my wife and her sister. Their playful attitudes and girlish ways combined extremely well with their perversions, and I found that watching my wife getting balled by strangers was an actual turn on, especially when she would describe her feelings to me later. She started sharing incredibly wild fantasies with me, and I began to help her put unusual twists on her basic dirty themes. Imagine coming home from business travel (I worked away from home at this time) only to spend a quiet evening with a very excited wife who wanted to discuss her sexual fantasies. We would sit in the middle of our king size bed, lights low, sipping wine in the nude, and talk about the way she felt when a strong stream of sperm hit the back of her throat, or how what it's like to have a large warm ball sack slapping her ass. Her conversations calmly tested by reaction to some pretty weird scenarios and ideas she had about things like getting a tattoo, exhibiting her self to strangers, or even involving me in some of her unusual games.
I remember the time that we sat there and had an entire conversation on, "Nipples...I was thinking of getting my nipples pierced, and was wandering what to put in them," she started. "I thought it would be incredibly sexy to have something dangling from my nipples, since they get so hard when I'm excited, and it would make people stare. It would be really great especially under a thin tank top, don't you think?" So what was I to say. Yeah, the thought was exciting, since I knew how much she liked to let her tits jiggle under some thin material in public. Then she mentioned that I should consider having my scrotum pierced, so I could have rings put on either side. That way I could hang a chain under my balls, and even snake the chain on the outside of my pants through small holes. The idea wasn't very appealing, but she was persistent saying that she thought it would be unique. I said that I would consider it, but only if she got rings put in her pussy lips. To my surprise, she thought that was a good idea, but first she wanted to pierce her nipples.
The fact that Jessica liked to tell me about her sexual adventures while I was away always fueled her fire, but only served to frustrate me by making me jealous. Often times I would hear about some fantasy that we discussed and that she had managed to act out while I was gone. She was very proud of her soaring popularity, and began competing with her sister to see who could do the biggest cock, fuck the most or push the envelope in some way. I think it made her feel more power over me to relate something like, "You should have seen it! There I was with the ring in my nipple, hanging on the outside of my dress and passing through little holes in the material, which really clung tight since my nipple was so hard. I couldn't help my milk from soaking the front as this black guy led my around to his friends. He had a chain attached to my nipple ring on one end, and to his wristwatch on the other end. It was so sexy that I would have been creaming my panties if I was wearing any. He kept me on his leash the whole time I fucked his friends. Isn't that incredible?" she said as I listened, while masturbating on the other end of the phone.
Of course, Jessica only told me what she wanted me to hear, and only for the reasons of getting off on my reaction to her uninhibited acts. There were some things that she preferred to share only with others (which frustrated me to no end), and would only let me find out about by accident, or when she wanted to shock me. Wives just don't tell their husbands about the days they spend nude at a friend's ranch, playing with horse cock. They don't share the experience of making themselves the spectacle for a group of people by sucking the horse's dick, then inserting it into their cunt so she can be fucked by the animal's large girth. And, they certainly don't go into intimate detail of feeling the animal's fuck stick swell, expanding their pussy, then getting flooded by strong forceful streams of sperm... semen pumped from the hot balls of a horse in eight or nine long bursts as it jets inside her womb, deep inside her uterus filling her inner baby sack. What does it feel like to carry eight to ten ounces of hot horse cum inside your baby chute, and have people watch you mingle afterwards in their company, naked, sipping on a cool drink? Only the inner circle knew, not the traveling husband.

Jessica had planned for me to escort Jodi during her turn playing the submission game on my weekend at home. It was partially organized with the help of Jessica who planned the whole thing to really stretch Jodi's limits in more ways than one, and Jess had every intention of making this as much fun for herself as it was challenging to her sister. For once, Jessica was going to be in control of her sister's sexual destiny by embarrassing her, pushing her limits, and arranging to bring her to the breaking point.
Shortly after I arrived home, Jodi called excited, and asked that I be her escort. Jess knew about the phone call, smirked to herself, and ushered me out the door to Jodi's. She told me to dress relatively well (coat & tie), since I would be attending a semi-formal function later, but also packed a small bag of casual things for the rest of the time.
After I arrived at Jodi's place, she received a call to open the letter-package in her mailbox, and was instructed to wear the enclosed garments short sleeve thin cotton top, low scooping neckline showing plenty of cleavage and cut short to expose midsection and just cover the bottoms of her breasts. She was to button one button only in the middle, making her nipples and breasts stand out under the stretched material. Hip-hugger micro shorts of thin silk material had an open part on each side, and were cut high similar to athletic shorts. White strap heels. No bra, no panties. One last piece item was a leather choker with a gold D-ring attached in the front.
She was to shower, fix hair in a high pony tail, and wear just the right amount of makeup that accentuated her facial features, but didn't make her look slutty. The clothes would take care of that. All in all, she really looked quite good. Her leg muscles were sharpened by the heels, smooth and silky, and the high cut shorts made her legs look even longer. Her tits were covered, but were outlined nicely by the thin material that did nothing to control each breast as it swayed and bounced independent of the other. Nothing was left to the imagination, and if she was to attempt to reach for something from a high shelf, the top would immediately expose her pert udders as it rode up.
I drove Jodi to the shopping center, and parked in a preselected spot that was near to a main entrance. As instructed, she walked into the mall, attracting as much attention as possible from anyone casually going to and from their cars. This part wasn't too difficult for Jodi, as she enjoyed playing these games with her girl friends, when the object was to attract attention and get worked up before going back to one of the girl's homes for an afternoon of getting themselves off with some lucky group of studs, or simply with just the other girls.
Her instructions were to go to a certain hairstyle shop inside the mall that catered to the yuppie crowd offering a variety of extra services such as massage and piercing. There were prices for piercing ears, navels, noses, and even eyelids, but Jodi had to negotiate with the specialist when she told her she wanted her nipples pierced with gold rings and a chain, looping through the ring in her choker.
After she convinced the girl with some extra cash, she exposed one breast at a time while the piercing was done and chain fitted. Other patrons watched, but said nothing as they kept their eyes glued to the process. Jodi unbuttoned her small top and exposed each breast while the specialist pinched her nipple and inserted a needle through the meat. Milk seeped from her tit accidentally from the manipulation, making the procedure more cumbersome. When finished, the gold chain passing through her choker ring dangled provocatively toward each breast, and her hard nipples projected nicely under the milk soaked material of her top. Jodi next asked the price for piercing her pussy lips, but the girl refused. However, Jodi pressed the obviously excited girl until they settle on a private session, about $200. Jodi gave her an address, time, and instructions in a sealed envelope, which was also part of the package at home, and left the salon abuzz in excitement and shock over the exhibition.
Jodi made one complete stroll of the mall, then exited where she came in, but before leaving, she was approached by two black men inside the mall who asked to be her escort. "I'm busy at the moment," she replied, but they informed her not to be insolent, and told her that they were part of her game. She flushed and took one on each arm, while everyone in the mall watched the white girl sandwiched between the black men.
They exited the mall and walked to a custom van, attracting as much attention as possible. The men got in, and turned to issue instructions to her. Jodi looked around, noticing those who are looking from their cars, those walking, and a few who followed from the mall. Standing beside the van, she looked my way and proceeded to remove her top first, exposing her breasts and pierced nipples, hung the top from the side mirror, and next removed her shorts. Without a word she gathered her clothes, turned, and carrying the garments at her side, walked the distance (about 200 ft.) back to my car. She leaned through the window, placing her clothes on the seat next to me, and said, "Follow us after we pull out." She was one incredible sight as she stood there talking to me through the window. Bent over at the waste, her glistening tits swayed freely, and her straight legs atop the four-inch heels pushed her pussy lips seductively out, peeking from between her small round ass cheeks. "By the way, watch this," she continued as she wiggled her ass for affect. In front of an estimated 10-15 people who were in various stages of shock, she stood up straight and walked proudly back to the van nude, with tits and nipple chains swaying, bald pussy, and heels clicking loudly on the pavement. She obviously knew what she was doing, as she stopped midway, and stooped to pick up some insignificant item from the pavement. As she did, her leg muscles tightened from the strain of her heels, and the sweaty ripples of soft flesh invitingly displayed her athletic form. The up and down motion allowed her soft blond hair to sweep over her nudity, and, as she stood once again, she swept her golden mane backwards to once again expose herself.
There was no doubt that she was enjoying the show, and her moves were something to behold as the total exposure really turned her on. Men were staring in disbelief, women looked at each other and turned back to look some more, and teenagers stood frozen. At the van, she had to stand there and ask the rider in the front seat to unlock the doors, and, when he did, she opened the sliding side door to reveal three black men seated and stroking their cocks. She stood there for a few seconds receiving more instructions, then entered the van without closing the door behind her, and immediately went to her knees where upon she started sucking the black in the middle, while taking the other's cocks in each hand. The one on the end looked out to see the onlookers who had drawn nearer, and reached over and slowly closed the door. The van exited the parking lot leaving the people standing in their tracks, not a one thinking to move. Was it their interest, not wanting to spoil the scene? Apparently the planners knew the shock would prevail over a desire to call security, which by the way, was being occupied by a bitterly complaining patron in another part of the lot. And believe me, Jessica sure knew how to complain. All the while, I had noticed two limousines parked in clear view of the incident, and also noticed the departure of the vehicles as the van left the scene. I followed as instructed, and could see the van rocking at the stoplights.
It was evening time when we arrived at a multi-acre ranchette and drove into the circular driveway, where many other cars are parked for the party, including two limos like I saw at the mall. The catering crew was comprised of two Hispanic couples, and was strictly voluntary, comprised of one valet and several servants. These were friends of club members who were "up to a challenge", but not full members of the club. They understood that this was strictly private, and were told the nature of what was to occur, but were still curious about the club's activities. A valet opened the van door, and out stepped Jodi, fully naked and followed by her five black escorts. I came to find out that she knew one of the men in the van, but did not know the two who "picked her up," nor the others in the van.
Tyler and Eve Dunsho, a very influential black couple, who enjoyed a sophisticated lifestyle, successful business ventures, and indulged in fantasy fulfillment as a serious hobby, owned this beautiful setting. Inside, the semiformal party was under way, with music and torchlights engulfing the property in a festive atmosphere. The warm summer evening, combined with the sun just having set, created a scene of sophistication as Jodi entered the house. The door opened to guests standing with drinks in hand, talking casually with one another as one would expect at any normal party, only the stark contrast between black and white was to be the main theme. The guests were dressed semi-formal, and were mostly black couples or black males, about 40 people in all.
Jodi was escorted by Tyler, who introduced her to the couples either one by one, or standing in groups. The people made no attempt at diverting their attention from Jodi's nudity, and several commented on her nipple rings and gold chain. Some even pulling slightly on the rings, or nipple itself. Several comments included a suggestion that her pussy lips should enjoy the same treatment, to which the black escort smiled and agreed that perhaps something could be arranged. Jodi was visibly keyed up and breathing hard while being presented and displayed nude in a room of semi-formally clothed couples, for she knew that it was obvious from the stream between her legs that she had been freshly fucked in the van on the way here. She continued to stroll among the guests with wine glass in hand, engaging in casual conversation as at any normal cocktail party, only she was an attractive white housewife, and she was totally nude in the presence of a mostly black crowd.
Jodi had been instructed not to try to conceal her body in any way, nor was she to reject any advances. She was to openly describe the events surrounding her piercing and her treatment in the van to any one who inquired. If she were to engage in conversation with any group that did not ask, she was to bring up the subject, pointing out the details of her new jewelry, and asking if they liked the effect. Reluctance to cooperate with anything less than an enthusiastic description and response would result in further marking. One of the women present asked about her nipple rings, and Jodi responded with a fully erotic tail of self-exposure, which pleased the woman, making her twitch with excitement. The process continued complete with canap‚s and cocktails.
I had been casually mingling in the party, and had been introduced as Jodi's brother-in-law, to which one of the well spoken men commented, "Then I presume that would make you the husband of that lovely creature over there." He motioned behind me and I turned to see Jessica, my wife, on the arm of a well-dressed black man. She gave me a wink and a smile and turned back to her conversation, glancing back to ensure that I was watching, and visibly moving closer to rub against her partner. My widening eyes couldn't believe the image that was before them. Jessica had always been an excellent seamstress, and she preferred to make much of her own clothing especially if it was to be unique. To say the least, she outdid herself in making one of the most blatantly sexy evening dresses known to man. She seemed to be wearing more of a cloud than anything at all. The floor length gown's material was off-white in color, stretching to cling to her every curve, and was astoundingly absolutely shear. From the back side, I was looking at her nude form through the transparent dress, and it was plain to see that she wore nothing underneath, making her legs look more inviting atop her four inch heels. Trimmed in a thin band of lace, the dress was slit up the center in front to her waistline, which made her hairless pussy easily accessible, but hidden from direct view by only the edge-lace on the slit of material that opened seductively when she walked or shifted position. Teasing glances of her wet snatch were available for only seconds at a time as she desired, since the only way she was afforded movement was for the front slit to spread apart. The dress was sleeveless, backless, had a single narrow right shoulder strap that held the material that crossed her body, and covered only her right breast. While her jutting right breast with hard red nipple was fully visible through the sheer material, her left breast was totally uncovered, swinging free, and sported an equally erect nipple in fullunobstructed view. The entire thin veil of a dress was held together in front by a three inch length of narrow Velcro from the top of the front slit angled up toward her naked left breast. The left side of the dress was nonexistent, and plunged to well below her hip. The material closed again at almost mid thigh, and stretched across her ass cheeks, which were nicely visible through the thin veil. It was an exercise in seduction, as I couldn't decide which breast was sexier, but it was obvious from her two hard nipples that she too felt its effect.
There was absolutely no question as to the intent of the dress and its expected affect. It was a dress designed to be there for formality, but designed to attract and send a message. Its every design was to expose her in a uniquely seductive way that was screaming "I am available for fucking," and I know she was wearing it in a way that would guarantee it. As my blond, blue-eyed housewife drank from her wine glass, she looked me in the eye, and made sure I saw her rub her exposed breast against the arm of the man's dark colored sport coat. I knew her so well that I could read her mind as she went through her act. She would move from side to side, affording everyone a good view of her body as she repositioned herself. As she bent over to pick up a drink, or turn to make some preparation in the room, she arched her back slightly, ensuring that her breasts would bounce seductively, and the slit in her skirt would part to expose her pussy. She even made it easy for someone standing to her right to place his arm around her such that his black hand would have convenient access to her exposed left tit, and she would giggle playfully as it was being massaged. At one time she even placed her glass below her nipple to catch the milk that the man was manipulating from her lactating udder. Of course, she then offered the mixture to her guest who took it and savored its flavor as the others in the grouping asked for their fair share. One after another, her tits were being milked for their mutual entertainment, for I was well aware of how he enjoyed having a man's lips suck her breast nectar from her swollen mammaries. Knowing that she was dead set on having her cunt stuffed with black cock tonight, I nodded my response to the man next to me and said something to the effect that this was a very close family.