Naughty Pictures

Naughty Pictures
Copyright 2000 by Stormbringer
Revised 2009


Kelly kept glancing at the bulletin board while the photographer tried
to take her and her husband's Christmas card picture. This years picture
would not be the best. Her husband, James, had a perpetual scowl on his
face ever since the young female photographer had mistakenly called him,
Kelly's father. This wasn't that unusual since James was twenty-eight
years older then his thirty year old wife.

The reason Kelly kept glancing at the bulletin board was the message that read: Naughty Pictures $69.99 The perfect present for anniversaries, birthdays, or just to say I love
you. Kelly was desperate to put a spark back into her marriage.  Their
tenth anniversary was next month and she thought that some sexy pictures
might be just the thing to do the trick.

James had pursued Kelly the moment he saw her at her debutante ball in
Boston. He was an unattractive, slightly pudgy man, but he was extremely
wealthy and she had agreed to date him. They had married less then a
year later and James had taken her virginity on their wedding night. Sex
had been uninspiring at first and had gone down hill ever since. Still,
she had her needs and found her sex drive was actually growing as she
aged, where James could barely manage one erection a month. James' nice
five inch penis just flopped limply in her hand almost every time she
tried to make him hard. Naughty pictures just might put a little steel
into his penis once again.

The problem was that Kelly was embarrassed by her body. She didn't like
wearing even a modest one piece bathing suit or skirts shorter then knee
length. Boys didn't even notice her until she wore her debutante gown.
Then all their attention made her so nervous she had never worn
anything that daring again. She didn't think she could wear anything
"naughty" in front of her husband let alone a strange photographer.

They finished up their session and the photographer showed them the
pictures on the computer screen. Her husband selected the one that
flattered him the best and they left. He was still scowling as they
walked out into the downtown Miami mall.

They didn't like going places where commoners hung out and her husband
led her straight towards the exit and his waiting Mercedes.

They were almost to the exit when Kelly realized she had forgotten her
purse.  Kelly told her husband she would be right back and she hurried back to the photography studio to retrieve her purse. She grabbed her purse, relieved it was still there as it was from Saks. She thanked the
photographer. Kelly turned back to the exit and her eyes paused on the
bulletin board again. Before she knew it she had walked back over to the
photographer.

"Excuse me," Kelly said. "I'm curious about the pictures."

"They'll be ready in plenty of time for Christmas," replied the
photographer.

"Not them," Kelly said lowering her voice, "the $69.99 special."

"Oh the naughty pictures," said the photographer a little too loudly.
"Well for the $69.99 I will go to your home and take sexy pictures of
you in various poses and outfits."

"I'm not sure I would be comfortable wearing anything too revealing."

"That's no problem," said the photographer smiling. "We can find
something conservative and take it from there. Many wives even like
wearing their wedding gowns."

Kelly still wasn't sure she wanted to do this, but James was waiting and
she made an appointment anyway. She gave the photographer a day in mid
January that she knew James would be away. Kelly could always cancel the
appointment later. The photographer wrote the date down on a wall
calendar and Kelly left. She was vaguely aware of a young black man
holding the door for her and was careful not to look him in the eyes or
say anything to him as she hurried back to her impatient husband.

Christmas and New Years came and went. James actually managed to get an
erection once in the last month and they made love. Four minutes later,
he was fast asleep and Kelly was resisting the urge to touch herself in
a sinful way. She didn't sleep at all that night and her frustration
finally made up her mind about the naughty pictures. The following
night, she dreamed that the pictures had turned James on so much, they
made love every night for a week.

**********

On the day the photographer was supposed to show up, Kelly got out of
bed and took a shower. Her husband had left on business the night before
and she was alone in their big house. She got out of the shower and
toweled herself dry. Still nude, Kelly walked over to the mirror and
looked at herself. Even alone she felt exposed and had a desire to cover
herself up. She knew she had a figure most women would kill for. She had
large breasts with dark nipples that stood out against her pale white
skin. Her areola were small, but her nipples were long and fat. They
hardened easily and despite her bulky clothes, men often stared at them.
Her waist was narrow, tapering down until her hips flared out again. Her
stomach was nice and flat all the way down to her light brown pubic
hair. Her hair was also light brown and reached down to the tops of her
breasts.

Kelly smiled at her reflection and checked the corners of her eyes.
Still no crow's feet. She still looked exactly like the eighteen year
old debutante, James had married. The only weight she had gained was in
her breasts.

Still nude, she walked back to the bedroom and rummaged around in the
back of her large walk-in closet. She pulled her wedding dress out and
looked at it for the first time in ten years. It was a beautiful lacy
white dress that left her arms bare and was actually quite daring for
her. All her guests had gasped when she had first appeared at her
wedding and none of the men had taken their eyes off her all night.

She slipped the dress on over her head, proud that it was still a
perfect fit. Her breasts were a little snug though. They looked huge
pushed up against the dress's fabric.

Kelly took the dress off and draped it over the chair by her bed. She
put on her modest one piece bathing suit and pulled a sweat shirt and
pants on over it. She felt exposed until the sweats covered her body. She had a funny feeling in her stomach at the thought of posing for the
photographer and she was surprised to realize that half was nervousness,
but the other half was excitement.

Kelly checked the time. She still had an hour until the photographer was
due to arrive. She went downstairs, knowing it was a little early to
start drinking, but she needed something to boost her courage and settle
her stomach. She fixed a margarita and then another. She was finishing
her second one when the doorbell rang.

Kelly swallowed down the rest of her drink and hurried to the door. She
gulped, then pulled the door open. She was surprised to see a young
black man standing at her door and even more surprised to see a camera
tripod hanging over his shoulder.

"Hello Mrs. Johnson," said the black man, "I'm Ike. I'm hear to take your pictures."

Kelly stood there for a second with her mouth open in shock. The young
black man didn't look older then eighteen and he was huge. When she had
opened the door, she had found herself staring at his chest. "There must
be some mistake," Kelly said. "I wasn't expecting you." She vaguely
remembered a black man at the photography studio opening the door for
her.

"Sue's son took ill and she asked me to fill in for her. Trust me, I'm a
great photographer. You'll love the pictures."

"I don't think this would be appropriate."

"You have a problem that I'm black?" he asked.

"No! Of course not. Not that at all," she lied. Already she had said more words to this young man then she had to all the black people she had ever met. "I was expecting a women photographer. I mean, it’s not appropriate because I'm married."

"I understand," he said. "If you want we can cancel, but Sue won't be
available for another couple weeks."

This ruined everything, thought Kelly. She needed these pictures by next
week. "Alright come on in then," she said opening the door wide. She
still didn't know if she could go through with this, but she did know
one thing, she'd need another margarita before she'd try.

Kelly gave the photographer a tour of her house and explained that she
was looking for some bathing suit shots and then some pictures of her in
her wedding dress. The black man said he'd need thirty minutes to set up
and she immediately returned to the bar and fixed another margarita and
then another. Soon a warm glow was spreading throughout her stomach from
the alcohol and she was feeling a little dizzy.

"Alright Mrs. Johnson, we’re all ready to go," the photographer called from the pool.

Kelly finished her drink and stood up. She walked out to pool and saw
that he had set up three camera's pointed at the steps leading down into
the pool.

"Ok ma'am," he said. "Strip down to your suit and go over to the steps."
Ike frowned when she walked over to the small enclosed shower to change.
He frowned again when she came out with a towel wrapped around her.
"Ready when you are," he said and she dropped the towel. He couldn't
believe the lame one-piece suit she was wearing. He had been expecting a
bikini, but this thing looked like something women wore in the 1920's.
Still, it couldn't hide what had to be the sexiest body he had ever seen
on a woman. What looked like huge nipples were poking out  the material
of her top and her breasts were mouth-watering. "Now slowly walk into
the water," he said.

This was the hardest thing she had ever done and she shivered as she
slowly walked down the steps of the pool. The black man stayed huddled
behind the tripod snapping pictures as she slowly emerged herself up to
her thighs.

"Now swim over to me," he said following her progress across the pool
with his camera. "Perfect. You look beautiful. Now haul yourself out and
sit on the edge of the pool with your feet dangling in the water."

She did as he said and the black man bent down and put his hands on her
shoulders adjusting them to his liking, then he threw her hair around
one shoulder. It was the first time any man other then James had touched
her. She found she didn't really mind. It wasn't like this young black
man was a peer of hers or anything and the pose would make a nice
picture.

"Nice," he said snapping a few shots. "Now come on out and lay on your
side on this cot."

Kelly got out of the pool and almost stumbled as the heat of the day
caused all the alcohol to rush to her head. She was grateful to sit back
down on her deck cot. She moved the back down so it was flat and she
laid down. The photographer kneeled and snapped a few shots then he
sighed loudly.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Well, I don't want to sound to forward, but that bathing suit looks
like something my grandmother would wear. I know these pictures are for
your anniversary and if you’re looking to really excite your husband, you need to wear something a little sexier."

Kelly sighed. The black man was right. She had worn this bathing suit
around her husband before and he hadn't paid any attention to her then
so why should he now? "Ummm," she waved her finger at him.

"Ike," he said.

"Yes, Ike," she repeated his name. "You’re right, but I don't own anything else."

"You’re in luck," he replied. "We supply a selection of outfits at no
additional cost. Let me go get them."

Kelly watched him run out of the house to his car. She hadn't expected
this. She needed more confidence, so she went into the house to make
another drink. It was hot, so Kelly thought it would be nice to make
What’s-his-name a drink too. He came back carrying a couple boxes when
she was halfway through her margarita.  She handed him his drink.

"No thanks, I'm underage," he said.

No problem, thought Kelly, I'll drink it.

Go put this on," he said handing her a box.

She peeked inside. The box contained one of the smallest bikini's she
had ever seen. "I can't wear this," she said looking at the eye patch
sized cups, "I mean, I can't wear something someone else has worn."

"I can assure you that all our clothes are brand new and have never been
worn. They have even been washed several time," lied Ike. He had bought
everything yesterday at the Salvation Army for $5. "At least go try it
on." Ike saw she was still hesitating and added, "Trust me Mrs. Johnson. I know my stuff. My pictures have probably saved more marriages then a marriage councilor."

"There's nothing wrong with my marriage," said Kelly as she tucked the
box with the bikini under her arm and marched off to the shower to
change. The damn black man knew just the right thing to say.

Kelly entered the shower and closed the door. She slid her one-piece off
and laid it over the rim of the shower enclosure. She picked up the
bikini top and examined it closely. She could barely figure out how to
put it on. Finally she figured it out and her shaky fingers managed to
tie the sides. The top was about one size too small and it only covered
about one third of her breasts. Her damn nipples were rock hard too and
they stretched the material out even further. The panties were even more
confusing. It was all strings except for one narrow piece of fabric. She
decide the fabric was supposed to cover her pubic hair and she stepped
into it, tying the sides. Kelly looked down at her body. She couldn't
get a good view in the narrow enclosure, but she knew the bikini was way
too revealing and she couldn't wear it out to the pool. She reached up
to grab her old suit. IT WAS GONE! Kelly frowned and assumed it had
fallen over the wall. She stooped and looked under the enclosure, but it
was nowhere to be seen. She decided it was a sign that she should go
through with this and marshaling her courage she stepped outside the
shower.

Kelly immediately noticed her suit lying over the back of a chair drying
in the sun. The black man was fiddling with his camera. She assumed her
suit had blown down and the photographer had thrown it over the chair to
dry. She wasn't surprised to see that he had taken his shirt off since
it was an extremely hot day, but she was surprised to see he had the
most muscular chest she had ever seen. Kelly hadn't seen so many muscles
in one place before and found herself wishing her husband had a quarter
of the black man's muscles. She forced her eyes off his chest and up to
his face. He was handsome in a brutish way. He had a shaved head, flat
nose, and big lips. He was also one of the darkest black men she had
ever seen. "What's next?" she asked.

Ike had forced himself not to react when he saw the beautiful women in
the bikini walk out of the shower. He felt his big cock stiffen up when
he saw her bare ass and her breasts jiggling in the little g-string.
"Well now that your properly attired, I think we should redo the other
poses," he said. "Lets try walking down the steps again.

Kelly felt a cool breeze on her rear and looking back she realized her
posterior was bared to the world. One of the strings on the bikini
bottoms was sliding up between her cheeks. She was a little surprised to
find that the bikini was actually quite comfortable. She found wearing
it to be... liberating.

Kelly ran through the same poses she had in the last shoot. The one
exception being that the photographer had her duck under the water and
took some shots of her bursting out of the pool. She found she enjoyed
following his orders. He had just finished taking pictures of her lying on her side on the cot, when she heard him yell, "Damn."

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"My shirt just blew in the water. Please keep an eye on me while I fish
it out. I can't swim."

Ike walked behind the cot, so that Kelly was facing away from him and he
grabbed the pool net off the wall. Now or never, he thought reaching
into his shorts pocket for the camera remote. He concealed the remote in
his hand and threw the net over his shoulder. He hit the remote and
snapped some pictures of him walking behind Mrs. Johnson.

The black guy walked past her and he began trying to net his shirt from
the pool. Kelly kept an eye on him to make sure he didn't fall in. Her
eyes kept wandering down his chest and she forced them back up to his
face. Staring at the chest of an eighteen year old black man wasn't
proper for a thirty year old, married white woman.

Ike took more pictures with the remote as he tried to net his shirt.
Hopefully, she was staring at him as he snapped the shots. If he had set
up the cameras right, it would look like he was the pool boy and she was
the mistress of the house planning on seducing him.

Ike retrieved his shirt and draped it next to her one piece suit. He
said, "Ok just a few more and we'll move inside. Do you have any lotion
by the way? You’re starting to burn."

"You're right," she said. "I'd better go get some. I'm not used to
exposing this much skin."

Kelly ran into the house and upstairs. She grabbed her lotion off the
bureau in the bedroom and paused when she passed the full length mirror.
She looked at herself in shock. The bikini was completely see-thru when
wet! She could see her big dark nipples straining against the thin fabric of the top and she could see her pubic hair underneath the thin material of the bikini bottoms. She spun around looking at the nude, white moon of her posterior. She was showing off more of her body in this bikini then even her husband had ever seen. James had never seen her nude in a well-it room. If she had known how revealing this bikini was, she never would have worn it. Oh well, she shrugged, too late now and I do look great, she thought, giggling. She smiled at her reflection and returned downstairs. Maybe she'd even keep the bikini and wear it around the pool when no one else was home.

Kelly sat down on the cot and laid back as she began rubbing lotion into
her arms and legs. The black man kneeled before her with a camera in his
hand and started snapping some shots when her hands moved to her chest.
"Ummm"

"Ike," he said. This white bitch couldn't even be bothered to remember
his name.

"Ike, what are you doing?"

"These will make for some sexy shots. Now rub lotion around the tops of
those big breasts."

She didn't like him commenting on her breasts, but her hands moved to
obey him. He then had her rub lotion all over her belly as he snapped
some more shots. She turned over to do her back.

Here let me help you," said Ike grabbing the bottle of lotion from her
hand. He pulled out the remote with one hand as he rubbed lotion onto
her back with the other hand he began to take pictures. It would look
like the white wife had asked the pool boy to rub lotion on her back.
People paid good money to look at this stuff on the internet.

She tensed up when Ike first touched her, but his big black hand felt
good on her back and she relaxed a little as he moved down. She jumped
again when his hand ran over her left butt cheek and she was about to
protest, but by then he was rubbing oil onto her right cheek. His hand
moved down to her thigh and it took all her will power not to spread her
legs open. The area between her legs felt moist. The alcohol and
exposing herself was turning her on and she was disgusted with herself.
This was all James' fault for not taking care of her. He'd better
be able to get it up on their anniversary. She wasn't even sure that she
could wait a week. "That should be enough," she told Ike. He immediately
stopped and walked around before her face.

"Why don't you get on all fours," he said. Ike took some pictures and
added, "Now squeeze those big boobs between your arms. Your husband's
gonna like this pose." Her breasts looked tremendous hanging down like
this and it strained the material of her top so much, it almost looked
like she was topless.

"Damn," he said. "Hold the pose. The sun's glaring off your sexy round
ass." He grabbed the towel and walked behind her.

Ike stood behind her and pulled his shorts down under his balls,
releasing his giant cock. "Hold the pose he said wiping the towel across
her ass. He dropped the towel and held his twelve inch cock just over
her ass cheeks and took a picture. He quickly pushed his cock down so
that it looked like he was getting ready to penetrate her and took a few
more. He could always airbrush out the bikini strings.

"Wait it's still glaring," he said picking the towel back up and wiping
her ass. "Hold the pose." He grabbed the base of his big cock and
squeezed. Ike bent over and stuck his tongue just above her cheeks so
that it looked like he was getting ready to tongue her asshole and took
some more pictures. He then stood back up straight. He was still
squeezing his cock and it had swollen even bigger from the blood filling
it. He held his cock above her ass and posed so that it looked like he
was about to cum.

"Hold the pose," he said trying to stuff his cock back into his shorts.
He walked around in front of her again and got behind a tripod. "Hold it, hold it," he said snapping some pictures, "and we’re done."

Kelly sighed with relief and stretched. "What's next?" she asked.

"We move up to the bedroom. How much time do you need to dry your hair
and get ready?"

"Around a half an hour," she replied.

"Good," he said. "I'll need that much time to set up the cameras
upstairs and if you'll show me your computer, I'll show you what the
pictures are going to look like when we're done."
Mrs. Johnson showed him the computer and he quickly worked to email
himself all the dirty pictures. Then Ike went down to his car to get the
other camera. This one was connected to a video camera.

**********

Ike whistled at her when she walked out of the bathroom wearing her
wedding dress. "You make a beautiful bride Mrs. Johnson," he said.
Kelly blushed. Ike had a way of making her feel special, sexy even. She
looked around the room. He had set up a series of cameras all pointed at
her luxurious canopied bed. She sat down on the bed and he snapped a few
pictures from various angles.

"lie down and pretend you’re asleep," said Ike getting some close ups. He noticed a lacy white sleeping blindfold laying on the nightstand by the bed. "Here put this on," he said snatching it up.

Kelly put the mask on and laid back down pretending to be asleep. She
heard the camera going off just over her head as the photographer took
some close-ups. Little did she know that his massive black cock was
trembling in the air just inches over her face.

Ike was fucking proud of his big fat cock and it looked even bigger
through the camera lens. "Yawn Mrs. Johnson like you’re just waking up," he said pushing the head of his cock dangerously close to her lips when she did. This caption would be: the virgin bride while wailing for her
husband doesn't suspect there's an intruder in her room.

"Keep the mask on, but sit up on the bed," he said taking pictures of
his cock outlined against her face from various angles. In one pose he
stood before the camera/ video arrangement and flexed his ass so that it
would look like he was cumming in her mouth. Finally, Ike finished and
stuffed his cock back into his shorts. "You can take the mask off now."

Kelly did and smiled at him. She was really starting to enjoy modeling
for Ike. "Put this on," he said handing her another white box. She
looked inside and saw a lacy white lingerie ensemble. It was beautiful
and matched her wedding dress.

Kelly fell in love with the lingerie the moment she saw it. She quickly
ran to the bathroom to put it on. It was sexy, but not as revealing as
the bikini. It consisted of white nylons and a garter belt. The bra and
panties were lacy, white and teased the viewer with a hint of nipple and
pubic hair underneath. The only strange thing was that the panties had
no crotch and she thought it was an ingenious idea for going to the
bathroom. She couldn't believe how sensual it made her feel when she
finished putting it on. She'd ask to keep this outfit too.

"Put the wedding dress back on over it," called Ike from the bedroom.

Kelly frowned. She didn't want to cover back up. She could wear this
outfit forever, but she obeyed him and put the dress back on. She
immediately felt smothered by the dress.

Kelly was relieved when Ike said that he wanted some shots of her
undressing and she liked the idea. He posed her in front of the big
camera and she slowly stripped for him. He helped her unzip the back and
she slowly pulled the gown down until her bra covered breasts were
revealed. Then she pulled it down further over her thin waist until her
sexy stomach was revealed and the dress was pulled down to her hips. She
kept the train on her head. He took a lot of shots of her topless like
that and then told her to pull the dress all the way off. She obeyed him
smiling and posing for the camera as she stripped down to the lingerie.

"I bet your husband doesn't even know what a sexy wife he has," said Ike
pulling her dress out of the way. Now lay down on the bed on your back.

Kelly wasn't doing this for her husband any more. She was doing this for
herself. It made her feel special as she laid down on the bed. Ike bent
over and parted her legs slightly and bent one of her knees up. He then
kneeled at the foot of the bed and took some pictures of her body lying
down.

Ike's cock was starting to hurt as he looked at her pussy slit revealed
by the crotch-less panties. He snapped some pictures of her pussy and
grinned when he noticed it was glistening with moisture. "Put the mask
back on and pretend you’re asleep," he said already pulling his cock back out as she covered her eyes. He took a lot of pictures of his dark cock superimposed over her white body and for a finale he pulled her legs apart and took several pictures of his twelve inch dick pointing right at her open pussy.

Kelly felt cold air on her crotch and realized she was showing off her
vagina. She quickly squeezed her legs closed and pulled off the mask.
Ike was fiddling with a camera again and hadn't even noticed. She
breathed a sigh of relief.

"Now lean forward and let one of your bra straps hang down," he said
turning back to her with a camera in hand.

Kelly compiled and the bra strap fell down far enough that her breast
popped out. She raised her hand to pull her bra back up.

"Stop," said Ike practically drooling at the sight of her fat, inch long
nipple. "Let’s show your husband that big nipple."

Kelly willingly complied with his order. Her nipples were rock hard and
they were rubbing against the lacy material of the bra, irritating her.

"Spread your fingers over those beautiful boobs so that your nipple is
between your fingers." Ike watched Kelly comply. "Your husband is going
to love these pictures. Now show him your other tit." Ike watched her
remove the entire bra, exposing her nipples to the air. Never had he
dreamed she would willingly go this far.

"How wild are you wiling to get?" Ike asked her.

"I'm not ready to quit yet," she replied.

"Bring one of your nipples up to your mouth," he said grinning as she
did it. "Now lick one of your nipples." He ran behind the video and
zoomed in on her upper body. Kelly hesitated and then kissed her own
nipple.

 "You've got to be the sexiest woman I've ever seen," Ike said.

"Do you really think I'm sexy?" she asked.

"Fuck yeah," he said pointing at his crotch,
"Look what you're doing to me.

Kelly frowned at his language and looked down at his shorts. They bulged
out obscenely. It looked like he had stuffed a baseball bat and two
baseballs under his shorts. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"Look how hard my cock is," he replied.

"That can't be real."

"Oh it's real, real huge."

"I don't believe you," she said staring at his crotch.

"I'll prove it," he said pulling his shorts down before she could
protest. He held his cock a foot away from her face as he pressed the
remote like crazy, capturing all the fear, awe, and disbelief written on
her face.

"I don't believe it," she said staring in awe at his fat black
monstrosity. It was a foot long and as thick as her wrist. The head was
as big as a plum and his balls actually were as big as baseballs. His
testicles hung down almost halfway to his knees. His penis was
frightening.

"You can touch it if you want to, but hurry we have to finish up."

Kelly couldn't stop her hands from reaching out to touch his massive
penis. She cupped his balls with one hand surprised at their weight. She
squeezed the head of his cock and watched a drop of liquid ooze out of
the tip. The drop of liquid was almost as much as one of her husband's
orgasms. She was wrong, his penis wasn't frightening, it was
magnificent.

"I don't see what the big deal is," said Ike snapping away on the
remote.

"Your gigantic. I didn't know penises got this big."

"Who me?" he asked. "I'm only a little bigger then average," he said knowing full well that no man he had ever met even came close to him in size.

"But your almost three times as big as my husband," she said suddenly
feeling cheated. It wasn't even the size of Ike's black penis that had
her feeling jealous, it was how hard it got. She had to squeeze her
husband's little penis tightly just to get it hard enough to fit in her
vagina. Ike's penis was as hard as a baseball bat.

"You poor thing," he said stroking her hair. "You really don't know how
good sex can be until you've had a big fat cock in your pussy. I'm
surprised you even feel your husband's penis when he's in you. Tell you
what, suck on it and maybe I'll let you fuck me."

Kelly was so used to following Ike's orders that she was leaning forward
with her mouth open when she came to her senses.

Kelly reared back away from Ike's monster penis. She had been so
entranced by it, that she hadn't paid too much attention to what he was
saying. She had actually been about to put a man's penis in her mouth.
She'd never do that, not even with her husband. "I think we should quit
now," said Kelly. She held her arm across her breasts. She was suddenly
a little frightened of the photographer. She watched as Ike strained with great
Difficulty to stuff his penis back into his shorts and she breathed a
sigh of relief when it was gone, but she also felt a deep sense of loss,
knowing that she would never see it again.

"Sorry Mrs. Johnson," he said. "I'll just go bring up the pictures on the computer and you can pick out which ones you want to show your husband. Give me about fifteen minutes."

Kelly's stomach was fluttering when she went into the bathroom and threw
a robe on over the white lingerie. Her hands were shaking and she was
completely disgusted with herself. Something deep inside her had wanted
to put the young black man's penis in her mouth. She was mad at herself
for drinking too much and getting carried away, but mostly she was mad
at her husband. If Ike's penis was slightly above average, then her
husband's penis must be a pygmy or something. James had money and power,
but compared to Ike, he wasn't even half a man. She knew one thing
though, the image of that big black penis would forever be imprinted on
her brain.

"You can go look at the pictures now," said Ike returning from the den.
"They're even better then I'd hoped. I think we should show all of them
to your husband.

Well they better be good enough to give my worthless husband at least
one erection on our anniversary, thought Kelly as she headed out of the
room to her computer system.

James reloaded the camera's and changed the video tape. He then walked
over to the snob bitch’s bed and hid the camera remote under the
pillows. He pulled his shorts and shoes off. He then laid down on the
big white bed completely nude and waited for the star of his show. Well,
the best supporting actress maybe, the star was between his legs.

Kelly sat down before the computer and looked at the pictures. She felt
bile rise in her throat when she saw the pictures. The screen was filled
with pornography. There was a giant black penis just like Ike's poised
behind some slut’s rear end. What kind of a pervert had she let into her
house. Kelly was reaching for the phone to call the police when she saw
the next picture.

Her scream of horror echoed through the big mansion when she saw Ike's
big penis pointing down at her open mouth as she laid on the bed with
the mask on. Kelly screamed again, a little less loudly, and started to
cry. She erased the pictures and tried to stand, but her legs wouldn't
hold her weight. What had she gotten herself into?

Fifteen minutes later, she slowly walked into her bedroom like a zombie.
Ike's perfect black body stood out against the white background of her
bed. He was lying nude on her bed grinning at her, his hands behind his
head. His giant penis was still hard and his testicles were so large
they were splayed out on the bedspread.
"What kind of a monster are you?"

"I'm just a man who saw a woman he had to fuck," replied Ike.

"What do you want from me?"

"Isn't it obvious," he said holding his cock out so that it proudly rose
into the sky.

"But I'm married."

"Not for long after your husband sees these pictures. If you give me your body for the rest of the day, you can have the cd I burned of the pictures," he said waving the cd over his head.

She really didn't have much choice. If he showed her husband the
pictures. He would divorce her, her parents would disown her, she'd lose
all her friends, and the worst thing of all, she'd be destitute. "What
do you want me to do?" she asked thinking of ways to snatch the cd
from him.

"Suck my cock."

Kelly nodded. She had never done this before, but if she could get him off, he'd be done with her and leave. This
ordeal could all be over in five minutes. "Promise me you won't orgasm
in my mouth."

"You're in no position to make any demands bitch," he said, "but I
promise."

Kelly kneeled on the bed between his legs and wrapped her hand around
the thick shaft near the base of his penis. She looked at his black
penis with it's dark reddish-black blood-engorged head. She had no idea where to start. She finally decided to lick it like a lollipop and then suck on it.

Ike looked over at the video camera and winked. He had angled it to
capture all the action on the bed. He had also zoomed one camera in on
his crotch to get close-ups of the action. His hand was busy pressing
the remote under the pillow.

Kelly stuck her tongue out and tasted a penis for the first time. She
licked around the head and decided it really wasn't that bad. She
stretched her mouth open wide around the head and she decided it needed
more lubrication, so she started licking again.

"Suck on my balls, slut," he ordered.

Kelly had no choice but to obey. She let his cock plop back against his
stomach and she bent down further to kiss his balls. She tried to suck
them into her mouth, but they really were almost the size of baseballs.

"Enough slut," he barked, "now suck on that big black cock," Ike said
partly for the video, partly because he liked ordering the snotty white
bitch around.

Kelly automatically leaped to obey his command. Much to her disgust her
body was responding to what she was doing. She was still topless
underneath the robe and her nipples were hard and rubbing against the
underside of the fabric. The area between her legs was gushing and fluid
was running down her thighs through the crotch-less panties.

Ike watched her head bobbing up and down several inches of his dick and
said, "You enjoying your first taste of black cock, Mrs. Johnson?"

Damn him, but in a way she was. It was challenging to see how much of
this monster she could take. She decided to separate Ike's "cock" from
her husband's penis. She had never sucked on another man's penis or been
unfaithful to her husband. She was being blackmailed to suck on a cock
and as it was so different from a penis, it shouldn't count as
infidelity. Besides, oral sex wasn't cheating and if she could just make
him orgasm, this would all be over.

Kelly started sucking hard and fast to get this over with. She
considered every inch a challenge and she had managed to swallow about
eight inches in twenty minutes. Her jaw was sore as she pulled her mouth
off and asked, "Aren't you close yet?"

"Not yet, slut."

Kelly couldn't believe he had this kind of stamina. She must suck at
this so bad that he didn't feel anything. Kelly wished that she had practiced more. She redoubled her efforts
pushing more of his cock down her throat and stroking the remaining
three inches with her hand.

She sucked on his cock for another twenty minutes, resting every couple
of sucks, but continuing to lick around the head as she caught her
breath. She went down on him again and had ten inches down her throat
when she found herself gagging and she tried to suppress it. It felt
like his cock was swelling even bigger.

Kelly's free hand slid under his big, heavy balls and cupped them. His
balls were moving back and forth, tightening up and pumping. She
guessed he was about to orgasm.

Kelly had seven inches in her mouth and was sliding the rest out when
she felt him orgasm.
At first she felt nothing, but his cock jerked and she could swear she
felt the pee-slit opening in her throat as the head swelled. Next, a big wad of hot sperm struck the walls of her throat and slid into her belly.
Sperm continued to explode from the end as the cock left her throat and
slid into her mouth.  Ike's black snake continued to spit it's venom so
fast that her mouth filled with sperm and she was forced to swallow in
order to breath. It filled again and she pulled her mouth off the tip of
his cock and swallowed again, sperm dribbling down her chin.

Sperm continued to fly from the end of his cock, covering her face with
his semen and not knowing what else to do, she clamped her mouth back
over the tip. She was surprised that it didn't taste all that bad, good
even, but the sheer amount was overwhelming. Her belly was filling so
fast, she wouldn't have room for dinner. Ike's first wad had been more
then her husband orgasmed in a year’s time and she could still feel his
balls pumping even more sperm.

His orgasm probably lasted over a minute, but Kelly had lost all sense
of time. Still, she felt triumphant at making Ike's cock explode and she
wished she could try this on her husband, but she wouldn't dare even
suggest it. "Can I please have the cd now?" she asked after reluctantly taking her mouth off his cock.

"Bitch, we ain't even begun yet."

What the hell is he talking about? she thought, watching him stand up
off the bed. He shouldn't be able to get another erection for at least a
month. He stood before her and she gasped as he ripped off her robe.
Kelly stood before him wearing only her white nylons, garter belt, and
the crotch-less panties. She felt something poking her in her belly
button and she looked down and was horrified to see his cock was still
hard and fat. It had only shrunken a couple of inches.

"Bitch, you ever had your pussy eaten before?"

"No," she replied. not quite sure what he was talking about, but her
eyes opening wide as she took a guess.

She yelped when Ike pushed her back over the bed on her back and his
hulking body kneeled between her legs.

Kelly's legs were spread open and she tried to close them, but Ike
easily held them apart. She realized he was getting a view of her vagina
that only her gynecologist had before. She shuddered as she thought of
how unpleasant visits to her gynecologist were. Why would anyone want to
do this? What kind of sick pleasure would Ike get from probing her
vagina like a gynecologist?

That was it, she thought, she would just have to behave like she did on
visits to the gynecologist’s office and think about something else. The
cd was laying next to the bed. If she could get away from the black youth, she might grab it or she could just do as he said and he‘d give it to her. Then she had a real scary thought. He lied about coming in her mouth, maybe he was lying about giving her the cd?

Kelly's train of thought was interrupted when something touched the area
between her legs and her body jumped off the bed. Ike had caught her off guard. Now where was I, she thought. Yes, if I could grab the cd, I could lock myself in a room and call the...

Her body spasmed again. She couldn't help but concentrate on
what he was doing for a second. Ike's tongue was gently poking between
her labia. As she wandered what he was doing, his tongue licked up her
labia and her body spasmed again. Her nerve endings were tingling and
she realized this wasn't invasive like a trip to the gynecologist. This
felt good.

Ike started licking his tongue up and down her vagina and Kelly found
her crotch rising and lowering along with his tongue. He paused for a
minute and held his head away from her spread legs. Kelly desperately
wanted him to go back to what he was doing.

Ike held his head back so that the video would get a good picture of her
pretty little pussy spread open for him. He had moved the remote under
the bed and continued to take the occasional picture.

Ike returned his head between her thighs. She wrapped her long legs
around his head and locked her ankles, so that he couldn't back away
again. Soon he was licking up and down her labia again and she was
pushing down with her legs trying to get more of his tongue into her. He
changed his tactics and licked back and forth across her labia and her
body spasmed again.

Kelly looked down between her breasts and found Ike was staring back up
at her. She felt him grin against her vagina and then he was licking up
her labia again. This time his tongue flicked her clit and she found
herself humping his tongue. Her stomach was undulating up and down and
she was moaning. His tongue swirled once around her clit and she writhed
in ecstasy. She felt something building up in her womb and the intensity
of it frightened her. Then it was gone.

Ike had pulled his mouth off her pussy and he smiled at the expression
of horror on her face. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"N-nothing," she replied. "Why did you stop."
Her vagina was screaming for more, but she was too proud to beg.

"I thought I'd quit now," he said hearing her squeal in terror. "What's
wrong, slut? Not ready for me to quit. Ask and you shall receive."

"Don't stop licking me."

"What's the magic word?" he asked grinning.

"Please lick me," she said squirming.

"Beg me to eat your pussy."

"Please eat my pus- please eat my pussy," she said, then sighed when his
tongue returned to her pussy. What was happening to her? She was begging
a black man to eat her pussy. She smiled. Just like there was a
difference between a cock and a penis, there were two things between her
legs. Her vagina and her pussy. Her vagina was for her husband, but her pussy liked being licked even if it was by a young black man who was blackmailing her. The strange feeling in her womb had returned. It felt charged like the atmosphere did just before a storm broke. Ike's tongue was licking circles around her clit and her pelvis was thrusting into his face like crazy. The storm broke.

Her pussy spasmed yet again, but this time it felt like a series of firecrackers went off deep in her belly. Kelly wanted to scream, but only a squeal of pleasure escaped her lips. Her eyes rolled up in her head and her body tensed up, then it collapsed back onto the bed.

She had orgasmed. Kelly thought that she had orgasmed once with James,
but she was wrong. This was her first. Never had her body felt such
pleasure, but instead of feeling happy, she felt horrible. This young
black bastard had humiliated her. He had given her something her husband
never had and never could. She started to cry.

Kelly thought he would leave now that he had humiliated her, but instead
she felt something poking at her pussy and sliding into her. He was
sticking his giant black cock into her and something deep inside her
wanted to know what it felt like to have something so big in her pussy.
Could his cock make her orgasm also?

Strangely his cock didn't feel any bigger then her husband's penis. She
looked down her body and saw that he had only violated her with his
beefy index finger. When his finger was buried in her pussy, he quickly
withdrew it and stuck two fingers into her, then he started licking her
clit again.

His fingers started sliding up the top of the inside of her pussy and he
started moving them in little circles. Soon her body was humping up and
down again and another orgasm came and then another and another.

The black bastard had opened a flood gate and a series of orgasms rocked
her body causing her to writhe in pleasure. Her clit was distended and
Ike clamped it between his lips, sucking on it. Kelly had the biggest
orgasm yet and she saw stars.

When she recovered he was lying next to her on the bed, running one big,
calloused hand  over her belly and breasts.

Kelly rolled over and reached down for the precious cd. Ike's large
black hand quickly shot out and grabbed hold of her arm. "Not so fast,"
he said. "You get it when I get you."

Kelly looked longingly down at the disk lying on the floor. She sighed
and looked over at her blackmailer. He was holding his cock up so that
it pointed up at the canopy over the bed. "There's no way I'm going to
be able to fit that big thing in my pussy," she said eyeing his cock
with trepidation.

"Bitch, you’re going to fit every inch of this big mother in your little
white pussy or your husband is going to be looking at very naughty pictures of his wife on his computer.

Kelly couldn't bring herself to move and just laid next to him until Ike
rolled over and pulled her on top of him. She found herself lying on top
of his hard body, her breasts mashed into his chest, his massive cock
leaving an indentation in her belly.

Kelly had never had sex outside of the missionary position and wasn't
exactly sure how to begin. She decided to sit up and kneel over his
crotch. She shivered as she felt his hard cock rubbing along her pussy.
Kelly began sliding her pussy up and down the length of his cock and
despite herself, she let out a soft moan.

Kelly only had one option. She may have sucked at giving a blow job so
much that Ike had lasted forever. However, she was good at sex and her
husband rarely lasted longer then five minutes. If she could get him off
quickly, she might be able to get out of taking all twelve inches in her
pussy. Like her husband, Ike would probably fall asleep immediately
after he orgasmed and she could grab the cd.

"Just don't cum in my pussy," said Kelly.

"I promise," Ike replied.

Kelly smirked. She knew better then to trust him again. She would have
to stay alert. When his cock swelled and when his balls started
tightening up, he would be close and she could jump off him.

Kelly slid her pussy back over his balls, grabbed his cock, and held it
up. She simply couldn't believe how long it was. She couldn't get it in
by kneeling, she would have to squat. Kelly got up off her knees and squatted over the fat head of his cock. She closed her eyes and slowly lowered herself.

It was so different then being with her husband. She had to squeeze
James' little penis just to make it hard enough to fit in her vagina.
Ike's cock was so hard and unyielding that it didn't need any help
finding it's way inside her pussy. She felt the tip of his cock poking
at her labia and her lips started stretching out around it.

Kelly lowered herself some more and found she was breathing heavily with
exertion. She had less then an inch in and already her pussy was having
trouble stretching out to accommodate him. She sighed with relief when
her labia closed over the base of the head. Just under the crown, Ike's
cock was it's thickest and she felt a little pain as she stretched out
to fit more of his cock inside her. Luckily, her pussy seemed to be
helping her. It was constantly lubricating the three inches of cock
inside her making it slide in and out more easily.

Kelly was disgusted with herself because her body was starting to enjoy
his cock. It was such a tight fit that every single nerve ending in her
pussy was rubbing against his cock sending waves of pleasure up to her
brain and as she pushed another inch in, the pleasure increased.
He had penetrated her with five inches when she felt an orgasm building.
This was all James could give her, but Ike was three times as thick as
her husband and it made a huge difference. Kelly decided she didn't want
the opportunity to experience one more inch pass her by, so she lowered
herself some more, crying out in orgasm as half his cock forced it's way
into her body.

When she recovered, she decided it was time to get him off. She started
squatting rapidly up and down the six inches of his cock, hoping he
couldn't hold out more then a few minutes and then her ordeal would be
over.

After three minutes, she felt another orgasm building. Strangely, her
pussy was spasming inward around his cock like it was trying to pull
more in and she gave in, pushing seven inches in. She came.

She came again when she decided that there wouldn't be any harm in
taking another inch. She had been squatting up and down over his cock
for a good fifteen minutes now and he was still showing no signs of
nearing orgasm. She was starting to get frustrated. Her legs were
hurting from the exertion and she didn't know how much longer she could
ride him. A part of her wanted his big cock inside her forever as long
as it made her cum.

Ike sensed she was tiring. He reached out his hands between her legs and
around his cock, cupping her ass cheeks. He tensed his muscles up and
started lifting her up and down his cock. He heard her sigh when the
strain was taken off her legs and she relaxed letting him do all the
work. She weighed nothing to him and he easily raised her up and down
eight inches of his cock. She started flailing after a couple minutes
and she came again as he forced her down onto another inch. He watched
her juices running down the three inches of his cock not buried in her
pussy until they reached his pubic hair. Ike started lifting her up and
down his cock as rapidly as he could. He tried to get more in, but it
wouldn't budge past nine inches. Ike raised her up until just the tip of
his cock head was touching the entrance to her pussy and he let go.

Kelly felt a big orgasm coming as Ike lifted her up and down two thirds
of his cock. He held her up so that just the tip was in her pussy and
she squirmed around wanting to cum again, wanting more of his cock in
her. She got her wish. Kelly saw Ike jerk his hands back, and suddenly there was no support. She seemed to hover on the tip of his cock for a second and then it was thrusting back into her as gravity pulled her down.

Kelly felt herself being impaled by Ike's big cock and it triggered her
orgasm. She cried out in pleasure at first and then she screamed in pain
as Ike's entire cock was forced into her. She tried to get it out of
her, but Ike grabbed her hips and held her still. After a couple seconds
she quit struggling. It felt like she had lost her virginity all over
again and in a way she had. Her husband didn't even come close to
filling her like Ike could. She knew things would never be the same with
James from then on. Her pussy was so stretched out that a little penis
like her husband's would never be able to satisfy her and now that she
had orgasmed, she wasn't about to give them up now.

Kelly just sat there impaled by his cock for several minutes as the pain
slowly faded. Her pussy was working furiously to lubricate the invader
and soon she was moving her crotch around in little circles feeling
every square inch of the massive black cock in her pussy.

Ike sat upwards and started licking around her nipples. She came again
when his teeth gently clamped over one of her sensitive nipples. She
felt his strong hands wrap around her ass again and then he rolled her
over.

Kelly found herself completely engulfed by the black man's large torso.
The only exposed part of her body were her long legs wrapped around his
thighs. She felt Ike start to slowly slide his cock in and out for a few
minutes and then the real fucking started.

Her pitiful attempt to ride him had just been foreplay compared to the
fucking Ike was starting to give her now. His tempo was increasing until
he was repeatedly slamming his entire cock into her pussy with a speed
that would have gotten her husband off in three strokes.

She started writhing beneath him and her hips were rising to match his
thrusts. She was cumming constantly and she moved her head up to kiss
his chest as a gesture of submission. She felt completely helpless and
dominated by both the size of his body and the size of his cock. She
loved every minute of it.

Kelly reached out from under him and squeezed his ass with her hands. He
had fucked her hard for twenty minutes and she had lost count of the
number of orgasms he had given her. She felt his ass tighten up and she
knew he was getting close. "Cum in my pussy," she cried, but it was
muffled by his chest.

Kelly felt Ike's cock swelling up and she felt another orgasm building
in her womb at the thought him filling her pussy with his seed. Ike pulled back and then thrust forward before bellowing like a bull. His cock jerked and then she screamed in orgasm as his sperm started spraying the deepest recesses of her pussy.
She could feel his big balls pumping against her thighs and they just
continued  shooting sperm up his cock and into her pussy. They must
produce enough sperm for twenty men, she thought, suddenly craving to
taste him again. Kelly came again and she felt herself giving in to the pleasure.  She passed out.

Ike loved his first taste of white pussy and he didn't want to pull his
cock out, but he noticed she was asleep and didn't want to miss this
opportunity. He yanked his cock out, hearing a big sucking sound as it
left her sperm filled pussy. His cock was still trickling sperm, so he
squeezed the rest out onto her belly, just above the garter. He got off
the bed and ran over to check on the camera's.

The video still had plenty of time, so he just grabbed a camera and
started taking pictures of her pussy. The first pictures he had taken of
her pussy earlier had shown a pretty, well-trimmed, pure, little white
pussy. Now it was a gaping sperm filled hole. Her thighs were red and
there were even rips around the hole in the crotch-less panties. These
would make great before and after pictures, he thought smiling. He
snatched some shots of his sperm sliding into her belly button as it
liquefied and some more pictures of the contented look on her face as
she slept.

Kelly woke up and stretched. She felt incredible. Her whole body felt
tired and sore, but she also felt truly satisfied and fulfilled for the first time in her life. She looked over at Ike lying next to her on the bed and her eyes ran over his
incredible body. This black punk could make her feel more like a woman
then her rich husband. Life wasn't fair.

Kelly remembered why she had fucked him in the first place and she tried
not to panic as she looked around for the disk. It was where he had left
it, on the floor by the bed. She grabbed it and shoved it under the
mattress.

She rolled over and looked at Ike again. Kelly couldn't help herself and
she ran her hand over his muscular chest feeling the hard ridges of his
muscles. She moved her hand on down to his abs, marveling at how better
his flat, muscular stomach was compared to her husband's paunchy, pale
white one. She remembered what it felt like to be crushed beneath Ike's
strong masculine body and she found herself becoming aroused again. Her hand ran down to his cock and caressed it.

Ike's cock was the smallest she'd seen it yet. It was about seven inches
long and only slightly fatter then her husband's. Still it was
impressive. She gently touched the tip and she began tugging on it. It
quickly swelled again. She wrapped her fingers around it and started
stroking the shaft.

Ike woke up to see her blonde head moving down to his cock. He watched
her kiss the tip and then she took him in her mouth again, willingly
this time.

Kelly bobbed her head up and down his shaft for a few minutes before she
had to stop. "Sorry my jaw is sore," she said moving her chin around to
loosen it up.

"Then I'll just have to fuck you again," said Ike sitting up. Kelly
cooed and laid back spreading her legs for him. Ike pushed her over on
her stomach and said, "Get on all fours so I can fuck you like the
Slut bitch you are."

Kelly got up on her hands and knees. This position excited her and she
desperately wanted to feel his big cock pounding into her from behind.
There was so much he could teach her about sex. Her heart was pounding
as he kneeled behind her and pointed his cock at her pussy.

Kelly jumped when his cock touched her labia. "Ow, I'm so sore," she
moaned.

Ike tried to be gentle, but she kept crying out every time he tried to
push his cock in. "Slut, you’re going to be sorry you made me hard again," he said getting off the bed, "Don't move."

Ike walked over to the bathroom and grabbed her sun tan lotion off the
counter. Mrs. Johnson had obediently remained in the doggy position.
Seeing she wasn't looking, he grabbed his camera off the ground for some
close-ups.

Kelly didn't know what he was going to do, but she was happy to know he
hadn't given up on her. She felt his hand on the her ass cheek and she
jumped as cold fluid splattered in her crack and ran down over her
ass-hole. She smelled coconuts.

Ike zoomed in on her tight, little rectum and snapped a picture. "Bitch,
I'm going to fuck your ass," he said to cover up the sound of the
camera. "Any objections?"

Kelly knew that it would be painful, but she didn't care anymore as long
as she pleased him. "No," she said, "you can fuck me anywhere. My body
belongs to you now."

Ike winked at the video camera. He couldn't have written a better script
for this porno. He used his index finger to start massaging the lotion around her rectum, watching it slowly open up as he pushed his finger in deeper and deeper.

Kelly shuddered and moaned. Ike was patient and he was taking it slow
enough that there was no pain. He removed his finger and she felt him
holding her sphincter open as he poured more lotion down her hole. She
cried out in pain as he pushed two fingers in, but she quickly
recovered. It hurt even worse when he pushed three fingers in. She felt
his fingers pull out after they had loosened her up and she knew what
was coming next.

Ike ran his lotion covered hand along his cock and rested it between her
cheeks. "You is one sexy bitch," he said while taking a picture." He moved his cock back so that the tip was pointing at her ass hole before saying, "Here it comes," as he took another picture. Ike set the camera beside him. This was a two handed job and he pushed down on his cock watching her reluctantly open wide for him.

He stopped with just the head in and took some more pictures. She
couldn't hear the camera as she was too busy sobbing. Ike let her get
used to it a little and then pushed the thick part underneath the head
of his cock past her sphincter.

Kelly's eyes opened wide. Never had she known such pain. It felt like
she was being ripped in two, but it didn't matter to her, she wanted him
to fuck her ass. She wanted to feel him cumming again. Ike was merciful
and stopped pushing his cock in at seven inches. Kelly felt the pain
fading and said, "Fuck my ass, Ike," and he did.

She didn't think that she would like it, but she did. Kelly laid down on
her arms and buried her head in the pillow as Ike fucked her up thrust
ass. She could feel his giant balls slapping against her abused thighs.
He fucked her for thirty minutes before his cock exploded in her
ass.

Ike took some close-ups of his sperm covered cock sliding out of her ass. He zoomed the camera in on her rectum. It was now a gaping hole and as it closed a little, his sperm started bubbling up and pouring down her crack. It stopped closing and it remained a hole the size of a quarter. Ike took a last few shots and looked around for his shorts.

Kelly heard him gathering up his things and she remained on the bed with
her ass up as he left. As she slowly drifted off to sleep, she found
herself wishing that he still had something on her to force her to have
sex with him again. Anyway, maybe she would call the photographer and
request Ike for some valentine's day pictures next month.

**********

Kelly got up late the next morning and made her way downstairs. She made
herself some coffee and winced as she sat down on the chair. She still
had some hours to herself before her husband returned from his trip. Her
husband, what a loser! He would never be able to satisfy her now and she
didn't know if she could live without cumming again.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the door bell ringing. Kelly set her
coffee down and answered the door.

"Hi I'm here for the photo shoot."  It was the female photographer from
last month.

"There must be some mistake," replied Kelly smiling as she thought of
Ike, "Your man came by yesterday and took the pictures."

"I don't think so," said the photographer. "I'm the only one at the
studio and even if we did have a man working for us, I would never send
him on a "naughty pictures" shoot."

"But I remember a black guy in the studio the last time," said Kelly the
smile quickly leaving her face."

"The only black guy I know of that would be in my studio, would be Troy.
He's a janitor for the mall."

Kelly was shocked. Who the hell had fucked her yesterday. It certainly
couldn't have been a mere low-class janitor and if Ike wasn't a
professional photographer, who was he?

**********

A month earlier.

Troy wanted her the minute he saw her getting her picture taken with her
father. He was surprised to find the old man was the sexy white bitches'
husband. What a waste, he thought. He tried to catch her eye as the
couple left, but she wouldn't even look his way. He went back to
emptying the trash cans

He smiled at her, again to no avail when she returned to the store for
her purse. Troy's eyes lit up when the photographer mentioned the
naughty pictures. He could just picture the white bitch dressing up for
him in lingerie and a skimpy bikini. His cock started stiffening up in
his pants. He watched the photographer write the woman's information on
her calendar before the women left. Troy held the door for her as she
walked out. He could impressively large nipples poking out under
her bulky top. He nodded at her, but it was like he didn't even exist.
He hated that.

Troy picked up his broom and swept over towards the calendar. A nasty
idea was forming in his head. His uncle owned a pawn shop and he could
always borrow some camera equipment from the shop. The photographer
excused herself and Troy walked over to her calendar and changed the
date on it after copying the information down. He didn't know anything
about photography, but he had a month to learn.

**********

One week later.

Kelly would die if anyone she knew saw her here. Not that they would
recognize her. Her light brown hair was tucked up under a baseball cap
and she was wearing dark sunglasses. She was now a golden tan from
laying out in the skimpy bikini and was no longer the pale white woman
she had been a week ago.

Kelly had driven an hour into downtown Miami to find this particular
type of store. She was nervous as she walked over to the dildos and
vibrators hanging on the wall. Most were too small to satisfy her now.
Her wimp husband had gotten an erection on their anniversary last night
and she hadn't felt a thing as he entered her. She desperately needed to
cum again.

She saw a big penis shaped dildo and was reaching for it when her hand
stopped. A giant fourteen inch black one was just above it. Her eyes lit
up as she reached for her prize. She grabbed it and headed for the
counter.

Kelly's face turned red when she saw the large black man behind the
counter. His eyes lit up when he saw the giant dildo.

Jose smirked when he saw the black dildo. He looked at the woman then
looked again. He couldn't believe it. This was the local slut from the
"pool boy" and "white bride/ black intruder pictures" he had seen posted
on a local internet site. He had been checking his mail every day for
the video he had ordered of her fucking the black guy. He planned to
copy it and sell it in his store.

Jose rang her up. "Listen if you'd like to try the real thing, I'll be
closing up in a few minutes and I have an apartment in the back." He
knew a slut like her couldn't say, "no" and he had a hidden video camera
that would let him make his own video.

Kelly was shocked at first. Had she really fallen so low as to be
propositioned by a low-life like this? The counter was elevated and she
was eye level with his crotch. He had a large, impressive bulge under
his jeans. The man gripped his bulge so that she could see the outline of his massive shaft. Kelly felt a quiver in her pussy as her thighs grew damp and her nipples popped out.

She couldn't say, "no".

THE END

Author’s Note: It’s hard to write an original cheating wife story. I often write my takes on common themes, such as betting the wife in a poker game, the wife sleeping with the husband’s boss, etc. This was my take on the photography story. It was a very popular story of mine.