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.