"We went back to Jodi's place, with me now being on record with an account at the local adult book store! I thought, my God, what have I done, but when we got in the house and relaxed with one glass of wine down and next being poured, the magazines had already been taken out of the bag and passed around. I was mortified, but uncontrollably interested in the images before me. I had no idea that the girls I had befriended were also modeling for porn material. However, the wine and the excitement of the day easily overcame the forbidden acts that I had just done, and I found that the three of us were soon stripped naked in the heat of the afternoon, lying on Jodi's bed, reading sex magazines, and talking girl talk of the day's experiences. I thought to myself, I love my new friends."

"And, did you?" I asked full knowing the answer. Mia didn't miss a beat when she told me of her first lesbian experience. She related how they just started stroking her skin and talking of their adventures. Of how they showed themselves off to these men, and how wet they had gotten. She closed her eyes and shuddered in climax as she told me of the first time any female had sucked her clitoris, and the first time she had ever put her own mouth to another woman's pussy lips and let her tongue explore the gentle folds and taste of her partner. Mia said that the feeling of freedom and the friends were something she had longed for, and that she melted under the touch, soft sounds of female voices, and the incredible excitement of venturing into the land of the taboo. This was a girl that was ripe for picking, and my wife and her sister were the master gardeners. I could tell that the memory of that day was the moment she both accepted, and was accepted into a way of life that would change her forever. The only thing I could do now was to enjoy it with her, and that I did, for I got a thrill out of watching the man and woman slowly jogging toward us, and almost tripping over their own feet when they passed by and saw me fingering Mia as she stroked my cock.


Chapter 4

Even though I was growing attached to this black haired vixen in my car, the realization that we were strangers leant a level of excitement to the situation that few people enjoy. I was the escort for a lovely new member of my sister-in-law's swing club, and was about to bring her to a weekend party where my wife and her sister were getting their fill of sex with black men. The only saving grace in this whole situation was my enthusiastic response of approval when I walked in on their plans unannounced. Jessica, my wife, took that as a license to fuck, and she and her sister, Jodi, were now returning the favor by giving me free reign over their newest female conquest. Mia wasn't only a looker; she was the nearest thing to a fantasy girl that existed in my mind.

What was really boggling my mind was the realization of how Jodi's club worked. Whenever a new member was assigned an escort, that escort became the new member's "club mate." That meant that the new member was attached to the escort as a swinging partner, and often-attended parties and events together instead of with their own mates. This made the act of infidelity even more exciting because the pair were still exploring each other while they explored new sexual horizons. Mia was mine, and I would take her wherever I wanted and treat her as my toy as I saw fit. Today my intentions were to please myself at her expense, to use her as medicine against my aching soul. But, as most terminal patients often do, the only respect I had for the cure was the relief it would give me. Little did I know just how good a friend, sole mate, and confidant she would become as I watched my wife sink deeper into the depths of sexual depravity along with her sister.

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Her breast heaved against the ultra thin material of her excuse for a dress, as we sped along toward the downtown apartment where Jessica and Jodi were playing slave girls. Mia's semi-nude walk wasn't over, since she had yet to walk from my car to the brownstone building. I parked the better part of a block away, and opened her door just as the streetlights were beginning to jump to life on the street. Her dress did little to hide her nudity as she strolled at my side down the street of the mostly black neighborhood.

We passed a driveway where four black youths were playing a game of two on two, and we immediately had our way blocked by the young men who took their time to get in Mia's face as they took in the sight of her body. Mia was flushed at being so exposed at such close range. She could do nothing to hide her nudity, and merely stood there while the boys had their fill.

"I think you be in the wrong 'hood," one of them finally spoke.

"Oh, we're in the right place. You're just blocking our way." I said calmly in response.

"And, what if we don't move? What if we want to borrow your chick for awhile?"

I looked around and noticed that we were next to a building that was being renovated, and had quite a bit of construction material lying around. "Well, in the first place, if you push it, I would be happy to remove you from the path." Yes, I knew something that he didn't know. "Second," and here is where I got a brilliant idea, "if you want to use my friend here, you'll have to win her fair and square. Let's call it a game of one on one." I was looking up at the man who was much taller, and my suggestion must have seemed utterly foolish.

"What?" the stunned youth said.

"You heard me. That is, unless you're afraid." Now, this really got his goat, as I knew it would, and he took the bait.

"Listen you piece of white....."

I stopped him in mid sentence, "Ok, then, you be here tomorrow evening, try to wash before then.... and bring your friends. Oh, and one more thing, bring cash."

"Why?"

"'Cause you smell, and you're gonna lose!" I said matter of-factly as I took Mia by the arm and we pushed past the small group. Mia couldn't believe my attitude and said that she was sure that I had just escorted her into her first rape. I assured her that I knew what I was doing, and took pleasure in the fact that her nipples had grown as hard as rocks at the treatment.

"You liked that, didn't you?" I asked staring at her boobs.

"I liked being stared at," she admitted. As we walked briskly, now, her heels clicking loudly on the pavement, she straightened her back proudly, and confessed, "You know, I think I could try going all the way. I mean, I think it would be a turn on to go completely nude." She turned to watch my expression, asking silently if I would do it for her, be there to make her do it.

I looked her up and down saying, "I never thought that dress really fit you anyway."

While we were walking, I noticed a blonde head briefly appear in the balcony window of the second floor of Jerry's place, and when we reached his building after being followed by slowing cars, we were immediately buzzed through the front door. We ascended the stairs to the studio level, and peeked inside to find only Jerry busily hanging negatives.

"Oh, hi!" he shouted as he noticed our presence. "Just finishing up on some of the day's shoot. Got some pretty good stuff here. Man, your woman is one hot bitch. She has definitely got the talent to show me the Money!" I laughed at the pun. "Come here & look." He handed me a magnifying glass to study some of the negatives on the light board, as he turned to look at Mia.

"Sorry. Mia, Meet Jerry.... Jerry, Mia" I introduced as I took the glass and turned to the pictures. I noticed he approved of Mia's lack of dress, and she stood there in her best little girl pose, taking pleasure in his attention to her bareness. What was really turning Mia's crank was the fact that this was the first encounter she had with being mostly nude in the company of a black man. They began exchanging small talk in that "come on" sort of way when your eyes want to say, 'man, I'd like to fuck your brains out,' or on the other hand, 'jeez, I'd like to feel you inside of me.'

The pictures were professional all right. Every possible pose and combination was right before my eyes, as I took in the details of vaginal penetrations, anal insertions, face fucking and multiple partners. All were clear and sharp, and all involved my wife and her sister with their black partners. I was getting a massive hard on gazing at the images, and found myself absentmindedly rubbing myself through my pants. Thinking to myself that I had someone to do that for me, I called Mia over, and instructed her to take care of my problem as she shared in the pictures before us. She stood at my side, massaging my tool through my pants as she gasped at the photos. She couldn't believe the graphic clarity of her friends in those poses.

"My God! Those are beautiful! I mean, they're stunning, er..."

"They're fucking hot, you mean."

"Yeah. That's what I meant to say." She stammered and rubbed me harder as her breathing got heavier and her nipples stiffened once again.

I put the eyeglass down, turned her around, and brazenly felt her pussy. It was soaked and ready to be fucked. I decided to cut the paper work short and get on to where the action was, so I asked Jerry where Jodi and Jessica were. He said that they were in his third floor apartment, getting things ready for a get together of some of his friends for the evening. Mia and I left him to finish up printing some of the better shots, and made our way up the stairs. Being the gentleman that I was, I let Mia go in front. The view of her naked slit and ass added fuel to my already boiling caldron of cum, and I knew I wouldn't last long before she would be skewered on the end of my prick, and I would be pumping her with my semen.

I hadn't been in Jerry's private quarters earlier in the day, so I didn't know what to expect. The d�cor changed from business blas� to ultra modern as we ascended the stairs, and the landing on the third floor completed the transition complete with plastered walls, sharp one piece entry door, and thick padded carpeting. "Leave your shoes and sox at the door!" came the shout of instructions from my wife as she heard us approaching.

As we entered, we immediately saw the two sisters busily working away on preparations for the evening. As we both removed our shoes, the shock of the room set in. Almost the entire third floor consisted of a great room where most of Jerry's living was done, with the obligatory kitchen and bathroom set to the back. What was so startling was the radical d�cor. Just about everything in the place was white, or ivory. If there was an accent piece for contrast, it was in black. The floor covering was off white, and was padded with a conservative three inches thick padding under a mix of plushes. Only a single meandering path through the center of the room was done in relatively standard padded plush, allowing one to walk with shoes only if absolutely necessary. A highly polished wood floor about ten by ten feet was the only hard surface in the entire room, enough space for the impromptu dance. Indirect lights and accent lights provided the glow of diffusion throughout the room. Several of Jerry's photo works adorned the walls (today's featured subjects were none other than Jessica and Jodi). Walls that had no bottoms, or corners, for they molded in smooth transition curves to the floor, ceiling, and around the room. The fact that the room had no furniture (except for a bar) totally escaped my notice at first, but then hit me like I was in some sort of Woody Allen movie.

Mountains of shapes, curves, slopes and caves replaced normal furniture. The solid geometry of the heavily padded mounds could be sat upon, lounged on, slept on, bolstered, changed or otherwise enjoyed as the imagination allowed. It was like living on a cloud, or, rather, in a cloud, and the mood was further molded by music emitted from unknown sources hidden within the stuffing of the room. The alternately gently and steeply sloping ramp up to a loft looked much like a mini ski slope, and the ceiling was painted with pastels of light that changed the mood of the natural sky images to match any desired time of day. Sunsets, mornings, day or night could be programmed at will.

Mia and I stood gawking at the incredible sight before our eyes, not noticing Jodi and Jessica smirking at our expressions as they placed several trays of hors d'oeuvres on small stable hillocks in the landscape, apparently a unique form of cocktail table. The two blondes stopped what they were doing, poured two glasses of Chardonnay, and walked across to hand us the drinks like good hostesses.

The sight of my wife and her sister was something to behold, for they fit the part of devilish angels in this ethereal setting. Each girl had completely showered, shaved and otherwise had a remake since I last saw them. Jessica's hair was in an impeccably perfect bob, Jodi's was long, swept back in her trademark ponytail, and both girls' bangs were fresh and light above their blue eyes. Makeup was fresh, not too heavy, and powdery perfect.

"Hi, Mia, glad you could make it. Before you freshen up and change, what do you think?" Jessica said to us both, motioning to Jodi and herself in the total effect of the room.

Mia and I exchanged looks before turning back to the women for a complete assessment. As usual, the two sisters had outdone themselves. Let's start with my wife, Jessica. As she stood before us barefoot on the floor cloud, her tiptoe pose accentuated the muscles of her tanned shapely legs. She was wearing an obviously new set of diamond earrings that matched the diamond in the center of the thin black leather choker. A small gold bracelet completed the jewelry, and the set probably provided more cover than the rest of her outfit. Her "dress" and I use that term lightly, was a fitted pure white chemise arrangement with that started with a single one-inch strap over her right shoulder. The material plunged at a steep angle directly down the center of her body, covering her right breast and leaving her left tit completely exposed. The plunge went down to hang well below her left hip, and from above her left knee, the material slashed back up to high on her right hip. The angled hem of the chemise barely covered her bald pussy, giving the impression that she was wearing a wide Miss America banner. The difference was that this banner was made of completely sheer white nylon. As she turned to show us the back, she raised he arms to the side, palms up, and pranced in the thick floor padding making her left boob bounce as she moved up and down. Her entire body could be seen through the thin sheath without any difficulty at all. She was essentially nude though covered in nylon. Her left tit was exposed; her right one was molded, not flattened, by the thin material and clearly visible. The cloth fit tightly to her skin, and her hairless cunt stood out like a smooth leg under a nylon stocking. One thing was for sure, she definitely made herself ready to fuck, and access was not going to be a problem.

As Jessica finished her dance, she gestured with both hands, presenting her sister. Jodi's outfit held a similar appeal. It too was made of white nylon in keeping with the motif. The halter strap circled behind her neck and plunged down the center of her body between her breasts, leaving them both exposed. The material then flared to the sides and hung nearly full length to the floor. Slits on the sides up to her hips complimented the oval open section in the middle that extended to Jodi's matching bald pussy. Although her dress was as sheer as Jessica's, it provided a sensuality that said she was dressed, but naked. Once again, she was very fuckable, and totally accessible.

After Jodi modeled herself, the sisters' playful exuberance was a dichotomy in moods, for there they were, prepared to service a party of strange black men with their bodies, an act normally so taboo that people have been killed for thinking of it, but one for which they lovingly prepared. Like twin nymphs, the two blond housewives twirled to the beat of the music, showing us their prepared bodies. As they turned, their feet kept time to the thump vibrating the room. Boom, boom, boom.....step, step, step. The dance had the desired affect of transmitting the motion to their upper bodies, and their tits bounced, jiggled, and swayed freely, indicating their readiness for sexual perversion.

The exhibit was cut short by a ring at the front door, whereupon Jessica took Mia and rushed her off to the loft for a fitting of her own erotic dress. Jodi and I stood transfixed, staring wantonly at each other until we heard the approach of Jerry and his first guest. Leaving their shoes at the front door (a custom rack was provided for guests), they entered the room with eyes transfixed on Jodi's semi naked state. A brief introduction with requests for drinks brought an immediate response from the slave, Jodi, as she rushed to accommodate their desires. Within minutes, more guests, buddies of Jerry, began arriving with gifts of wine and fancy liquors. To their credit, the sisters had one hard and fast rule, no drugs. Anything else, but no drugs.

Jerry left to change clothes, leaving me with Jodi and five large, clean and muscular black men. About the time the last arrived, Jessica made her entrance with Mia at her side. Her flair for the dramatic was always present, and her grab for attention was a sexual offense that destroyed almost all men's defenses. In she skipped, swaying her hips seductively and bouncing her tit to show off the entertainment to be enjoyed at the men's leisure. Jessica had dressed Mia in another unique outfit of her own creation. My wife was familiar with the all white theme, so all her selections were done in that color, and in sheer nylon. Mia's dress started out as an extremely short cocktail shift that barely extended to below her pussy. At a point below her navel, the material extended up in a narrow three-inch band over her shoulder and down her back. She had the option of choosing which tit to cover with the band, but if she tried to stretch it to cover both, the hem of the dress would ride up to well above her crotch. None of it really mattered, since the sheerness of the nylon provided full view of either breast and her shaved cunt that separated her legs as she stood before us.