“Happy to meet me, huh?” the stranger sighs into my ear, hand brushing against my thigh, “or you packing heat for the double tap just in case yo... don’t survive the Peter Pan dive?”The mystery girl runs a hand down my leg and into the pocket containing rolled up comic books. She slides them out, intent on every so slightly brushing my inner thigh with her knuckles.“Ooooh. Daredevil, huh? Big comic nerd? You seen the show? Charlie Cox has the cutest ass.” She let’s loose another musical giggle. Barb arrives moments later, and you introduce yourself as a friend of mine, assuring her cooperation. You make her a strong drink, and then begin to come on to her. She has always been curious about the old cliche about black cocks being bigger, so she plays along. She drops enough hints to let you know that, like me, she enjoys bondage, so as soon as the drink takes effect, you strip her as well, and tie her to my bed, but on her hands and knees. From my position in the closet, I can see. Pretend I’m not here.’ He smiled over his shoulder before he turned around again and slid his jeans to the floor. He picked them up and threw them on the chair. I tried not to stare, but at this point, I knew it was almost impossible not to. He was muscular in all the right places, but not a ridiculous amount, just enough that it seemed almost natural, like his tan. Guys really did have all the luck with that. Now, all he had on was a pair of loose boxers. He walked over shutting off the. She kissed my cock, kissed me, and bounded off the bed. As I watched her go back into the bathroom to shower, I remembered what Brooke had said. Brooke, Sam's wife. My sister.The spouse-swapping group had five couples. Natalie and I -- if we joined -- would be the sixth. The driving force behind the group was Sam Hambrick. Sam was smart, smooth, and had inherited money. He also was handsome as hell. The ladies all loved him. His wife was my older sister, Brooke. Brooke was the good-looking.