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Jessica’s husband makes an unscheduled trip home from
working out of town, only to find her and her sister,
Jodi, preparing for a weekend of interracial partying. He
encourages his wife and the weekend finds him watching
his wife and her sister parade nude in public, and
playing sex slaves for a group of black men. In return
for his encouragement, Jessica gives him a new female
club member to break in while watching the action.

BEST LAID WIVES – Chapter 1

I think the most frequently asked question about our
bizarre extra marital activities is about parties. How
does a husband describe a swing party to anyone? A bunch
of people gathered together for the expressed purpose of
having sex with any and all guests, but especially not
one’s spouse. However, my situation went a step further
than normal swinging, since our whole lifestyle was
started by my wife, Jessica, and her sister Jodi.

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

The taboo of having sex with someone other than a spouse
was like a dependency on a drug that required bigger and
stranger doses to satisfy the hunger. It started with my
sister-in-law, Jodi, who got her first taste of adventure
when she got me to take her to the store to pick out a
new dildo, and wound up selecting a nicely formed, soft
surgical rubber black model. The thrill of imagining a
black cock in her pussy led her to venturing out and
seducing a black member of the local gym where she
worked. She couldn’t contain her excitement of breaching
the taboo, and pressed her sister into trying it. My wife
soon developed the same inner excitement, and the two
femmes began building a herd of black studs, personally
chosen to be the biggest and best. A husband’s first
reaction to his golden haired housewife having a
propensity for black cock usually borders on a near death
experience. To see both his wife and her sister with the
same addiction, well, that’s a totally different reality.
The two girls liked their black meat; that was for sure.
They often had their men over to fuck them, either at
Jodi’s house, or even in my own bed as the occasion
arose, and they even had the balls to introduce me to
their lovers. It wasn’t out of spite, mind you, but out
of a desire to gain full permission to pursue the hobby
they loved.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re kidding, right?” said Jerry.

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

“Look, I, uh…we didn’t mean to…I mean, we didn’t
expect….we thought that…”

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

“No. Actually, it’s me that’s off guard, here. You know,
I guess the girls were right.”

“How’s that?”

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

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

After about 20 minutes, the doorbell rang, and Jess
trotted off to usher in five more studs to the party. I
loved watching her form, as she looked for all the world
to be naked while her bouncing walk jiggled her boobs,
and her blond bob hairdo cropped perfectly around her
face. The scene was pretty much the same…my semi-nude
wife making the introductions, and the new comers feeling
uneasy with the husband who was about to witness them
filling his pet with black jism. The first group cut the
ice by ensuring that everything was cool, and that I was
looking forward to seeing my wife in action. As the party
got going, the men’s clothing started coming off bit by
bit. I was impressed by Jess and Jodi’s choice in black
men. I had been told that they were very selective, but
now I knew what they meant. Both sisters once told me,
“We don’t want to screw brown men, we want to fuck BLACK
men with BLACK cocks.” Every man the girls had invited
had dark to exceptionally black skin, and their cocks?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean take you, and what project?”

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

“Excuse me? Sexy scenes? Am I getting the drift that he’s
into some porno production?” I asked.

“Well, now that you mention it, yes,” replied Jess.

I continued, “And, you… no, don’t tell me, you help him
with the modeling?”

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

“Go on,” I added.

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

“But, I haven’t seen anything like that around here.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Published? Already?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good! It’s settled, then. You come over to join us.
Stick will give you directions.”

“Stick?”

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

“Thanks, Stick.” I replied, laughing with the rest of
them. “I think I’ll take you up on that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BEST LAID WIVES – Chapter 2

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

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

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

~~

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

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

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

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

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

Shortly after breakfast, I got a call from Jodi, who
asked if I could run by her house and pick up Nubi, her
dog (pronounced noo-bee). I asked once why the name Nubi,
to which she replied, “Oh, it’s short for Nubian.” She
proceeded to lecture me on the derivation of the word,
“You know, like in Nubia, the country in Africa. The term
Nubian slave referred to black slaves, and Nubi being
black, well…..” It was easy for me to get the picture,
since Nubi was a rather large Labrador retriever/Great
Dane mix. Not knowing or caring why Jodi wanted me to
bring the dog, I merely agreed, thinking it a good excuse
to see how the girls were coming along, or, more
appropriately, just plain cumming.

I arrived at Jerry’s place, with the dog slobbering all
over the interior of my car and me. Somehow Nubi made me
feel more comfortable walking in the area, and we soon
were at the front door. The buzzer rang us through, and
we found our way to the second floor, where I heard
voices. As I entered the studio a naked Jodi, who took an
excited Nubi off my hands, greeted me. One black man who
was as equally naked as she accompanied her, and, when I
was introduced as her sister’s husband, the man’s hand
went limp in mine, just like Jerry’s the day before. I
was beginning to like the effect of power I had over the
men as my confidence rose to new levels. Nevertheless,
the man was as cordial as the men I had met the day
before, and we began talking as Jodi took Nubi to another
part of the large room to settle down.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jess was laughing almost uncontrollably at the facial she
just received. Her laugh was so infectious that I joined
her along with the others. She was laughing so hard that
she was half choking in the process, but that made her
image all the more exciting and innocent. In between
gasps for air, Jess blurted, “Good God, Sammy! How