I was still buttoning my shirt as I stepped out of the little room, where I’d just been having sex with a comely woman who was not my wife. Please don’t get the wrong idea. I wasn’t cheating on Mindy. No, my wife, Mindy, was in the adjacent room screwing the living daylights out of that woman’s husband. Based on the screams, Mindy and her lover were still going, and knowing my wife, she could be a while. I’m not a minute man by any means, but I don’t usually last all that long on my first pop. It’s just the excitement of being in the swinger’s club and doing something as illicit as bedding a stranger, while Mindy did the same—hearing her was a huge part of it—pushed all the right buttons.

I could have stayed with Candace, and maybe even gone for round two, but honestly I just wasn’t all that into her. She was pretty, and talented with her mouth, but I just wasn’t feeling it—not in the way that Mindy flipped for her husband. I like my women more slender and toned, and Candace was not quite my type. That was okay. Mindy and I were not always going to be equally drawn to both members of a couple. No one took one for the team, as they say, but we didn’t both have to be gaga to make it work. I could go out and chill at the BYOB bar until Mindy was done. I might even meet someone else to have fun with. Mindy and I were not attached at the hip the way some couples in the Lifestyle are.

It was a crowded night at the club and the dark, narrow hallways in that wing were busy. I excused myself past several people on my way out to the open area. The swingers’ club was a sprawling establishment in a large, converted industrial space. The main section was set up like any normal dance club, with a large dance floor and seating around the edges. There was a DJ booth in the corner and a bar against the wall. Another corner held a stripper pole, which became very busy later in the night, as the drinks flowed. Since this was a private club, the bar was strictly BYOB. I’d brought a bottle of whiskey for myself, while Mindy toted her usual high-end vodka. Two wings jutted off of that main section of the club. One contained a smaller, more intimate lounge area, with a sunken pit that was padded with mats on the floor. This was where crazy group things tended to happen. The other wing was a warren of tiny rooms, barely larger than a queen-sized bed, connected by narrow, dark hallways. There was also a booth handing out clean towels and linens, right next to locker rooms.

I slid up to the bar and asked for a fresh drinking, whiskey neat, giving the bartender the number on my bottle. She was a pretty, heavily-tattooed young blonde wearing nothing but a bra, boyshorts and fishnet stockings. The owners wanted you thinking of sex everywhere you look. The DJ played something with a driving beat and a brunette who looked like a suburban soccer mom was working the stripper pole. When everyone thinks of strippers they have this idea that it’s all hot young couples getting together to fuck each other, but the truth is very different. We’ve found clubs to be a cross-section of society just like everywhere else. Except for the occasional exotic looking couple, the people we’ve met at the swingers’ club have been people we could have run into at the grocery store—except with less clothing.

Mindy and I got into about a year ago, after a long conversation about our fantasies on our fifteenth anniversary. I wouldn’t say we’d become boring, but perhaps the old spark wasn’t burning as brightly. Neither one of us had ever been uptight or jealous, so we weren’t particularly worried that we would have a problem with giving swinging a try. The first time we went to a club, it was with the intention of just dipping our toe in and watching, but before the end of the night we were in one of the rooms with another couple fooling around. We did not have sex with that couple the first time, but we were quickly full-blown swingers. As we became more self-assured in the Lifestyle, we also realized that we didn’t always have to be playing in the same room. We were secure enough to go to the club and so our own thing.

I don’t know why the blonde initially caught my eye. Yes, she had an incredible, lithe body that was right up my alley. Maybe I instinctively knew there was something familiar about her, even without realizing who she was. She was tall, probably 5’8″ or so, even without the platform Lucite stripper heels she was rocking. I only saw her from behind. Her ass was rocking in a tiny vinyl skirt that barely covered it. And I loved the criss-cross lacing of what was obviously some kind of bustier. Her golden hair was poker-straight and fell just to her shoulders. She was walking to the other side of the club and I was hooked enough that I hopped up from the bar to follow her.

The lighting in the lounge area was pretty dim, so when she sat and began chatting up a tall, well-built black guy I still couldn’t tell much about her. She kept her head turned to the side so that I could only see her pretty hair. Whoever that guy she was talking to, he was very lucky. He taksim rus escort had his arm around her and she rested a hand on his thigh.

They were only talking for a few minutes before they started kissing. I wondered if they knew each other well, or they had only just met. For some reason, I didn’t think the man was her husband—we were in a swingers’ club after all. As I watched her, it began tickling at the back of my mind that there was something familiar about her. I catalogued the blondes I knew, but could not place who she could be. She was not anyone from work or church or the neighborhood. She opened her thighs when her friend pushed his hand between them and I work see her hips start to move as he played with her pussy.

She leaned over and lowered her face to his lap, meaning I could still only see her blonde hair. He held the back of her head and stared down while she worked on his cock. It was too dim and my angle was too bad to see what she was really doing, but he must have been good, because I could see him cooing to her, encouraging her. Only when her head started bobbing up and down was I sure what she was doing.

I didn’t feel weird watching. If people fooled around in one of the public areas, it was assumed they wanted to be watched—or possibly even joined. The same assumption was made when people left the door to their little room open in the other side of the club. I even moved closer, relocating to the far side of the long couch that sat on. Her hair was still all down around her face, but I did see she had a neat little tribal tattoo on the back of her neck. You’d never see it normally. The guy glanced over at me and gave me a knowing smile, then hung his head back to enjoy what was obviously an awesome blowjob.

The woman was hungry. She kept sucking like a Hoover and never pull back for a rest or to catch her breath. I was getting hard watching them, but I refrained from touching myself. I’d use that arousal when I met up with Mindy again, if she wasn’t too worn out.

“Oh baby, you’d better slow down. I’m going to…” the black guy warned.

The blonde didn’t stop. It looked like she was actually sucking faster. He let out a deep groan and I knew he was filling her mouth with his load. I could hear the wet sounds of her sucking him over the background noise. She was determined to get every last drop. She finally pulled off that big black cock with a lip-smacking kiss, sat up and pushed her hair back behind her left ear. Shockingly, I knew that gesture well.

My heart froze as I released I’d been watching my sister Jessica sucking off a black stud in a swinger’s club. And that stud was definitely not Chris, her husband. My brain tried to reject it. I had to be wrong. But no, that pretty blonde was definitely my sister. It was her blue eyes and perfect nose, her red lips that could smile so warmly, or quirk up to the side when she was being sarcastic. My brain said no way, that’s not her, but it was absolutely Jessica.

I had to get away. I could not let my sister see me—especially see the big lump in my pants, but I was rooted in place. Shock had frozen me. Jessica took a big draw off her drink—it looked like vodka and cranberry—probably to wash the taste of that guy’s cum out of her mouth. She was laughing and talking to him and had not noticed me. I thought I had a chance to slip away, but as soon as I moved the motion caught her eye.

Jessica’s mouth dropped open in shock and her eyes went wide. Without a word, she turned and fled. Now that she was running away, all I could think of was catching her. I felt like I had to explain myself, though I had no idea what I could say. The guy noticed something had happened and he tried to talk to me, but I blew past him. He probably thought I was her husband and that I was pissed. Jealousy is a pretty common occurrence at the club, and not all couples are good at hiding it.

I crossed into the main part of the club and just caught sight of her going into the other side. I hurried, knowing it would be easy to lose her in that dark warren of little rooms. I had to push through some people, more rudely than I liked, but I managed to catch Jessica as she turned a corner and ducked into the first open door she could find. She tried closing that door behind her, but I pushed into the room. I closed the door.

As I said, the rooms were mostly bed, so there was not much room for Jessica to escape from me, unless she climbed onto the bed. She whirled on me and I don’t know what I saw in those familiar blue eyes. Shock? Anger? Disgust?

Jessica was probably as confused as I was. The last place I ever thought I would see my sister was at a swinger’s club. And it was not just because it was a sex club. Jessica was so perfect and proper it was almost painful. It had not always been that way. Although we were five years apart, I’d heard some stories about what a party girl she was in high school. And I know she was such a wild child in college that our parents had to go and get her out of trouble taksim türbanlı escort a couple times. But as soon as she graduated college, everything changed. She took a job as a pharma rep and she worked hard. Jessica was always perfectly put-together, always focused—the quintessential driven young career woman. Within a couple years she was dating a young doctor she met through work and they had been together ever since. Jessica was 32 now, and they’d been engaged for over a year.

“Jimmy,” she sputtered. “What the hell?” Jessica and my mother were the only two people who still got away with calling me Jimmy. I was Jim to the rest of the world and had been for years.

There seemed to be an accusation there, and I didn’t like it. We were in the same boat, weren’t we? “What the fuck are you doing here, Jess?”

“I wasn’t watching you going down on someone.”

“I had no idea it was you. I just saw some hot blonde and wanted to check her out.” I realized I’d just said my sister was hot, so I shut up.

I’d always known my sister was hot. Keeping from friends from trying to fuck her was like a part-time job. Of course, I was a hypocrite then, too. I was trying to screw her hot friends. Jessica was a hot cheerleader type from early on, and she knew how to make the boys crazy. Maybe a few times I caught a glimpse of her ass in tight jeans, or saw down her shirt, and I got an improper thought, but I easily pushed them away. She was my sister, after all. But seeing her in that outfit, having seen what I had just seen, I couldn’t keep the depraved thoughts out of my head, no matter how quickly I pushed them down.

Jessica stared at me. She realized what I’d just said. I guess tried to ignore it. “What are you even doing here? Where’s Mindy?”

“I’m assuming she’s off doing what people do here. Chris is here somewhere, isn’t he?”

“Not tonight. They needed him at the hospital.” A cloud went over her face.

“Does he know you’re here?”

“Of course! We usually come here together. He just doesn’t mind if I come on my own if he’s stuck working.”

I thought about my sister coming on her own, but pushed it out of my head. “How often do you come here?” If she was a regular, I wondered why I hadn’t seen her before.

“It’s only been a few times. We’ve only been doing this a few months. Hey, this isn’t about me.”

“Keep your voice down. You know how thin these walls are.”

It was true. I heard moans coming from either side of us. I did not want anyone overhearing our crazy conversation.

“Fine,” she replied in a hushed toned. “Are you and Mindy…swingers?” It was like she had to force the final word out of her mouth.

“We’ve been in the Lifestyle for about a year.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing happened. What happened with you and Chris?” I knew I sounded too defensive, but I couldn’t help it. “We’ve been coming here for about a year. We still love each other. It’s not like we don’t want each other anymore. We just like playing around with other people.”

“Mindy?”

I chuckled. “She might be more into it than I am.”

“And she doesn’t mind when you’re with other people?”

“No. Doesn’t Chris play here?” We were both in the club, but it almost felt like I had explain the Lifestyle to her.

“It’s taken some getting used to, but I don’t mind now. It’s even kind of hot.”

“So I guess this wasn’t your idea?”

“Not at first. Chris brought it up.”

“And you didn’t smack him?” I asked. I knew how most wives reacted when their husbands suggested they try swinging.

“I was shocked, but he talked me into trying it.” Jessica sat on the edge of the bed. I remained standing. She occasionally looked up at me, but mostly had trouble looking me in the eye.

I wanted to reach out and comfort her. Despite what I’d seen in the lounge, it sounded like Jessica wasn’t doing this because she wanted to. “You shouldn’t be pressured into doing something you don’t want to.”

She smirked. “No one makes me do what I don’t want to. Especially something like this. I just mean it took a bit for me to get comfortable with the idea. But once I did, it made perfect sense…”

My eyebrows shot up.

“You must understand, on some level. You’re here, aren’t you Jimmy? Chris works a lot. I know he’s just trying to get established, but it can be lonely. And when he is off, he’s exhausted. Plus, there are the temptations.”

“You think he’d cheat on you?” I was liking Chris less and less.

“No, but I am realistic about the temptations. I am a pharma rep, so I know what we can be like. And then there are the cute, young nurses looking to bag a doctor. If Chris ever is tempted to be with someone else, I’d rather he does it openly.”

“Wow.”

“And I admit, it’s kind of hot watching. It’s fun when we’re apart, but when we’re in the same room with another couple, it’s crazy. I am a little jealous, but I’m so turned on.” My sister’s pale complexion turned crimson at that admission.

“I taksim ucuz escort guess you have depths I would have never guessed,” I said.

It was just so hard to think of my sister as a swinger, even though I’d just seen evidence. I didn’t want to, but it was hard to avoid thinking about how eagerly she’d gobbled that guy’s huge cock. So she wasn’t one of those women who hate to give head. Good to know. Should I know that about my sister?

“What about you? Do you get jealous?” Jessica asked.

“Not really. Like you said, it’s so hot. And there’s so much going on when we’re here. I think it all keeps my mind from going there.”

“So I guess you like to watch?”

“Makes you say that?”

“You were pretty comfortable watching me blow Trey.”

“Hey, I didn’t know it was you, okay?” I tried to back up, but there was no room.

“But you do like to watch.” She was finally looking at me and she had me pinned with her eyes.

“Yeah, I guess so. It’s pretty hot. It’s like live porn. But like I said, I didn’t know…”

“That doesn’t seem to matter, big bro. You’re still staring at my tits.” A smile crept over her sweet lips.

“They are kind of right there, aren’t they? And sister or not, I am just a man. You have great tits.”

I stammered the words out and said the last bit without thinking. It was the truth. For a girl so slender and toned, my sister had great, full breasts. They’d always seemed perky even in a t-shirt, but they were positively spectacular in the busier. It pushed them up and out, offering them to my gaze. That outfit was designed to make men look, so I didn’t feel too bad checking Jessica out—even if she was my sister. But I did feel weird about my reaction. And when she noticed it, it was my turn to blush.

“Thanks, Jimmy, but I could already tell you liked the view.”

I was trying to look her in the eyes—to avoid staring at her tits—but that wasn’t easy when she decided to stare down at my crotch. My pants were snug enough that she could tell exactly how I felt about her chest.

“Uh, sorry Jess. It’s just a natural reaction, I guess.”

Jessica laughed. “I don’t think there’s anything natural about this situation, Jimmy. Do you think there are a lot of siblings together in swingers’ clubs right now?”

“Point taken. I was just…”

Jessica did not look mad at all. In fact, she looked pleased. And there was a wicked gleam in here eye that I’d never seen before. It seemed that she liked it that I was turned on by her. I didn’t get it. Here I was embarrassed and ashamed that my sister had me fully erect, and she was into it.

“I know what you’re saying, and it’s okay, Jimmy. Really, it’s okay.”

I jumped when she leaned forward and touched me. It was just on the hips, but Jessica was pulling me closer. She stared intently at my bulge and then ran her fingers over it. The pink tip of her tongue peeked out from between her lips for just a moment.

“What are you doing, Jess?”

“You’ve seen mine. I want to see yours.”

I was stunned, so stunned that I clearly still wasn’t thinking about what I was saying. “I haven’t really seen yours. Technically, you’re still covered.”

Her little laugh was musical. “I can fix that.”

A narrow row of hook-and-eye closures ran down the middle of her bustier, and Jessica quickly unhooked them. She seemed experienced at getting it off in a hurry. The lingerie fell back onto the bed behind her, and my sister’s glorious tits were completely exposed to me. They were pretty, perky mounds, tipped by puffy, rosy nipples—nipples that were quite excited. It was not cold in that little room. And I stared at those perfect tits. I couldn’t look anywhere else. I felt my dick growing even harder.

“I’ll take that reaction as a compliment.”

“Jess, I…”

God, I so wanted to reach out and grab those plump, round tits. It was like my brain had short circuited and I wasn’t thinking of her as my sister at all anymore. As I said, I’ve always know my sister was hot. And I’d always known she had a nice rack. Not giant, but big for a slender girl. She’d been slow to develop, but I remember the summer she came into her own. She was still trying to wear her little string bikini from the previous summer, and it could not contain her awesomeness. Jessica was excited that she could bounce out of her top at any second. I was in my late teens then, and it was the first time I’d ever gotten hard looking at my sister. I was so ashamed that I’d blocked it out until now. If she had bounced out of her top back then I probably would have had the same reaction I was having now, as a grown man.

Jessica used my stupor to touch me again. I was slow to react and I didn’t say anything until she was unbuttoning my pants. She pulled them down to my knees.

“Jess, this isn’t a good idea.”

“You really have seen mine now. I deserve to see yours.”

I know I should have stopped her. I know I should have objected. There are a thousand reasons it was wrong, but I just stood there and let my sister pull down my pants and then my boxer-briefs. My cock popped out and almost smacked her in the face. I’m not going to brag—I’m probably not as big as her friend out there in the lounge—but I’ve got a good heft down there. The women I’ve been with have been pleased, and most of them cannot deep throat me.