"Okay Mama, let's see what you got."

How on earth did this happen? I was standing in front of a large strange black man in a strange room in a strange city. He was asking me to remove my clothing. No, it wasn't asking, he was demanding that I strip.

It all started a few months earlier. My husband and I were laying on the bed, fooling around. The kids were both asleep. It was our time of the day.

"I had another chat with Rock," Tommy said, tweaking my bare nipple. Tom Monroe is my husband of ten years. I'm Kitty and we both are twenty-nine.

"Oh, what about?" I asked, knowing full well what the topic of the e-mail chat had been. I guess I need to go back further to last summer for any of this to make sense.

***

Tommy and I were hiking in the Chota State Park. It was an overcast day and most of the other hikers were waiting to see what the weather did. Tommy and I, adventurous souls that we are, went out anyway. It was warm and the worst thing that could happen was that we'd get wet. Big deal.

We were on our way back to our cabin when we came around a bend in the trail, near the picnic area, and there was this couple at the edge of the trees. A white girl was nude, on her knees performing oral sex on a black man. Wordlessly, Tommy and I stepped over off of the trail a few yards and watched them.

The woman, a girl really, not a day over eighteen, was sucking on the largest penis I had ever seen. Even though she was just a kid, she seemed to know what she was doing with that monster. She continued to orally worship the man's penis for several minutes until he took her arms, lifted her up, and carried her to a picnic table.

Again without having to discuss it, Tommy and I moved to a better vantage point where we could see the couple. The big black man sat the girl down on the concrete table top, pushed her legs apart and rammed his penis into her. She cried out in what had to be pain, but I wasn't certain. He began to copulate with her. Slowly at first then harder and deeper. The girl was moaning and tossing her head back and forth. I revised my opinion. It wasn't pain, it was pure raw animalistic pleasure.

Tommy was breathing hard, and frankly so was I. I thought my heart would leap out of my chest. It was the most erotic sight I had ever witnessed. We eased farther along the trees so that we could get a better view. I had not even been aware that Tommy had taken my hand and was holding on to it tightly. I had to lean against a tree to support my trembling knees as the man plunged in and out of the girl.

I had not paid much attention to the man's face, so I lifted my eyes away from his glistening dick, pounding in and out of her, to look at his face. I nearly fainted when I saw that he was looking directly into my eyes. I must have gasped when he winked at me, because Tommy put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. Now that I was aware that we were not undetected, I wanted to leave, but Tommy was rooted to the spot. The little white girl wasn't moaning now, she was screaming as she had orgasms over and over again. Suddenly the black man stiffened and groaned loudly as he pumped his sperm into her. Tommy and I could see the milky substance running out of her gapping opening when he withdrew his massive organ from her. I glanced at his face again and he was still looking at me with a smirk on his face.

Tommy and I nearly ran all the back to our cabin. We tore our clothing off as we went through the front door and to the bed room. It was the best, the most intense sex we had in a long time. Fortunately our kids were with Tommy's parents or they would have seen a show. We didn't actually talk about what we had witnessed for a long time, but it changed our lives dramatically. Tommy started bringing adult videos home, and most of them were about black men and white women. Our sex life took a sharp upturn. Tommy bought a digital camera and insisted I model for him in various degrees of undress. That progressed to videos of us making love.

One night a few months after watching the couple in the park, Tommy and I were making love. "Do you like my cock in you, whore?" Tommy said, panting. "Do you wish it was bigger and blacker?" That was a new twist, but I happily played along.

"Yes," I answered, quite truthfully. "I want a bigger cock...a black cock in me." That started a routine. It became part of our love-making fantasy. Tommy was very inventive. He came up with a lot of different fantasy situations. Prior to the couple in the park, we would make love once, and rarely, twice a week. Now it was nearly every night.

Once while we were basking in the afterglow of a particularly hot sweaty session, Tommy said, "When you think about that black stud in the park, do you fantasize it's you getting fucked instead of that girl?"

I gave that some thought before I answered. Tommy hasn't shown himself to have a fragile ego, but I was cautious. "Why do you ask?" I hedged.

"Just curious," he answered. "I do. I mean, when I think about it, sometimes I picture you on that picnic table. It's your voice I hear screaming for more hard cock. I visualize you on your knees sucking his big cock. You didn't answer my question."

"Yes, I fantasize about it sometimes," I answered. "Are you sure you are all right with that?"

"Sure," he said rolling over and grinning down at me. "Want to hear some of my other fantasies?"

"Of course I do," I answered. "Tell me about them."

"One is, you and I are in a wooded area and we are fooling around. We're sitting at a picnic table like the one at Chota. I get your shirt and bra off, and I'm playing with your tits. I don't know where he comes from, but a black man shows up and he takes over playing with you. I move over and let him have you. He fucks you three times while I watch. What do you think about that?"

"Wow," was all I could think of. I was heating up again and I could see that Tommy's dick was beginning to stir back to life. "You do have a nasty mind, don't you?"

"Yeah, but you ain't heard nothing yet," he said laughing. "I'll tell you about my other fantasies later. Right now I have something to do." We had another long and very satisfying session of hot sex.

Over the next few days, Tommy would tell me other fantasies of his. They ranged from fairly mild to absolutely wild. One he told me about stayed with me, and I could not get it out of my mind. It was where Tommy sold my services to a black pimp. The pimp, after using me himself, sold me to other black men. I was required to do every sort of sex acts. Over the weeks that followed it became our central theme in bed. I had to service two black men, then it was three and soon it was a gang-bang. We developed a lot of variations to it. Tommy even had a name for his fantasy pimp. He called him Rock. It took another month for me to realize that Rock was actually real. He was a real black man and he was a real pimp.

Apparently Tommy found a web site and there was a link to Rock's site. Rock and Tommy had been corresponding for several weeks. This brings us back to the conversation we had in bed.

"What did Rock have to say?" I asked Tommy.

"He's excited," Tommy said leaning over to take my hard nipple between his teeth. I have super sensitive breasts. Under the right conditions I can have a nice orgasm with just breast play.

"Excited? About what?" I managed to ask.

"I told him I would send him some photos of you. You don't mind do you?"

"We've talked about that, Tommy. I'm not thrilled about my nude pictures being out on the internet. What if somebody we know saw them?"

"I told you how I could fuzz up your face," Tommy assured me. "At least at first until we see how Rock acts."

"I guess it's okay," I said. The idea that a black pimp would see me nude was strangely exciting to me.

"Good. I was hoping you would say that. I sent him a couple yesterday. Anyway, I was chatting with Rock a little while ago. Rock wants to see your face, and he promised that nobody, but he would see them. What do you think?"

Tommy was fingering me. He had two fingers in my puss and his thumb on my clitoris and right at that moment I could care less what he sent to who. I suppose I must have agreed for him to send unaltered photos.