Chapter 3

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 behaviour 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 you’re 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.”

“Alright, 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 empty 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 favour. 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.

“Oh, shit!” said Jerry looking at the clock. “I didn’t realize it was that late. Well, anyway, I wanted to get one more series of shots with Nubi. That was great what you did earlier, now I want you two to give him a doggy blow job.”

“No problem, boss,” was the girl’s answer as Jodi retrieved her dog and settled him in the middle of the photo screen material. Jerry powered up the old camera, and in no time was taking his first new sequence of shots. The two blondes knelt on either side of the black dog, and began fondling his prick, and offered him a whiff of their cunt. In no time the beast was becoming unsheathed, and his huge red boner was draping precariously from his back end. They then took turns sticking their heads underneath his belly to suck his dog cock. One by one they pulled the red monster into their mouths as the other watched and rubbed Nubi’s back. The girls next got Nubi to lie down on his side to where they could both work on his cock, and with heads side by side, they took turns again sucking on the massive dog penis. Their hands looked dainty against his bulging knot, and they were careful not to rub his balls at this time. Since this wasn’t a video, they took the time to explain that a dog got particularly sensitive about his balls, and just might nip someone who got the bright idea to play with them. Not exactly like a man.

The sisters kept up their sucking, trading mouths on the giant cock, with each time one of them feeding the prick to her sibling. The picture of the sisters was so strange, and yet so beautiful. One had light powder blue eye shadow, and the other had more purple tones. Just a touch of colour in their cheeks, and soft creamy pastel shades of lipstick accented their fawn like appearance as their small mouths stretched those coloured lips over a thick, heavily veined dog penis that was reddish purple and looked like it had just been skinned. Their blond locks bobbed up and down until Jodi announced that Nubi was about to come, and fed the dog’s boner to my wife. Jessica sucked and the dog shook, forcing streams of dog semen into her mouth and down her throat. She backed off just enough to let the camera catch the jets of spunk string across her face and onto her tongue for effect. Jodi was right there holding her face nearby so the camera could capture the image of the two blondes being face fucked by their dog. The camera panned back and got a good group shot of the threesome, two naked girls, covered in dog sperm, and holding the immense rigid red tool on display above the beast.

I couldn’t quite believe it when Jessica savoured the taste of the dog cum, then swallowed the white goo, and continued lapping up the spilled portions. Now, this was a side of my wife that I didn’t quite expect, but, knowing Jodi, how could I have missed the connection. Of course she would introduce her own sister into canine sex. I finally admitted to myself that this was why Jessica had been pressing me to get a dog, a rather large male dog.

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 come 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.

Jessica and Jodi got up and, noticing that they were covered in a mixture of dog cum and sweat, hastened to clean up before the party. Jodi put the leash on Nubi, gave him to me to return home, and gave me one more instruction. “After you get Nubi settled, we want you to swing by this house and pick up someone that will be waiting. 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.

After dropping off Nubi, 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 neighbourhood. 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 laboured 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 cannot 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 pussy lips 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 ok,” I offered as I realized his meek position in this relationship. “In fact, she’ll be very ok.” 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. Ok Rog?”

“Ok...” came the soft reply.

I turned to watch Mia’s reaction and noticed her wide eyes, laboured 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 neighbourhood 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 signalled that there would be no going back.

There was no doubt as to the effect that this stroll had on the neighbours, 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 neighbours. 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 someone, 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 behaviour 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 & 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?”

“Ok, ok. You’re right. Roger thinks this is all brand new, and it’s part of some sort of swingers tradition or something. Your 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.”