Sharon was the happiest mother in the world. She was fairly happily married; although her husband was on the road a lot with his job, yet she did her best taking care of a baby and the house without a man around a lot of the time. The best part of the day was taking her six month daughter for walks, which proved to be perfect bonding times for the two.
It was during one of those daily walks through the neighborhood park that she met a young couple who had secretly watched her almost every day. Rob and Darlene were about the same age as Sharon and they had been married for three years when their sexlife took a radical change. They had a very active sexlife, but were always looking for new and interesting twists when Rob suggested a threesome.
Darlene not only agreed with her husband, but she allowed Rob to set up a sexual trio with a man from his work. When Darlene found out the man was black, she was horrified. It took her almost a month to get over the shock, but eventually a yearlong threesome commenced. Darlene had to admit the affair with Rob and his friend Ken was extremely satisfying, not only physically but also emotionally.
As with most swinging couples, it didn't take Rob long before he had the desire to watch his wife with another woman. He was sort of jealous watching Darlene and Ken together, as the sex appeared not only erotic, but very hot and steamy as if he was watching an X-Rated porno movie. Rob kind of figured that a threesome with another woman wouldn't be as traumatic and he wouldn't get jealous.
Things couldn't have worked out any better. Both Rob and Darlene were avid photographers and they always had a camera in hand when out walking or driving. It was Darlene who noticed Sharon weeks earlier and in particular the woman's physical features that were definitely bountiful and luscious. Rob knew his wife had been always jealous of women with big boobs and Sharon had a set of tits no man could resist, but strangely Darlene quickly accepted the woman's scrumptious endowment.
They were in the middle of the park and taking pictures of the gorgeous flowers that were in full bloom. "Honey, you know how we've talked about ... about having ... well having a threesome with another woman," she whispered. "I know the perfect woman."
Rob looked up from his camera and instantly noticed the beautiful mother pushing her baby carriage across the large grass strip. "Holy shit, baby, you're right ... so fucking right," he replied and stared at Sharon. Rob knew his wife was talking about the woman and he was utterly amazed at the profound luck.
"Let's go talk to her, honey. I've met her a couple of times at the store and around the neighborhood and she is extremely pleasant," Darlene said. "She is very nice and friendly."
"Oh sugar, you're the best. For sure, let's meet her," Rob replied.
They approached the attractive woman and Darlene took the initiative. "Excuse me. My husband and I have noticed you several times walking your baby around the park. We absolutely adore you and think you portray the perfect mother," she told a shocked Sharon. "We met at the grocery store and also at the spring social. This is my husband, Rob."
"Hello, hi ... I mean hi, yes I remember you, Darlene, right?" Sharon stuttered and tried to act normal when she answered the woman.
"We are taking pictures for a community magazine and would love to take some of you ... with the stroller and baby," Darlene said.
"Well ... well I guess," Sharon replied and watched the eager husband start clicking away, as he took a steady stream of pictures.
"Here, I'll walk with you and we can get to know each other better," Sharon stated. "We can chitchat and I'll get info for the article we're planning for the mag."
The two started walking along the path, which wound around a small pond and up a slight grade towards a nice patch of bushes. It didn't take long for the small talk to begin and for Darlene to find out all about the young wife. The woman knew what questions to ask and it didn't take her long to put the timid mother at ease.
Sharon completely forgot that Rob was taking pictures of her. The two women reached a small seating area where Darlene noticed Sharon would often sit on one of the benches. Sharon usually took the opportunity to take her baby girl out of the stroller and show her all of the pretty scenery, which she did once they sat down. The two women talked for a while and Sharon held her baby on her knee.
The conversation ended very casually with Darlene telling Sharon that they will have some pictures ready in about two days. "I should have my article fairly complete by Friday and would dearly love to show it to you. I would also like to get your approval for the pictures, as I don't want to publish something that you don't like or is inappropriate."
Sharon liked Darlene a lot and she felt totally at ease with the woman. "Sure, I'd love to see what you've done ... also see the pictures before you do put them in the magazine," she replied and promptly put her baby back in the stroller. "Friday is fairly free. What time would you like?"
"Let's say three," Darlene said and then wrote her address on the back of one of Rob's business cards. Then the encounter abruptly ended with Sharon going in one direction and Darlene and Rob in another.
The Friday afternoon meeting went extremely well and once again Darlene easily put her new friend at ease. She showed Sharon the news article for the community magazine and then she led the way to an upstairs room the couple used as a picture gallery. When they entered the large room, the vast amount of pictures and neatly organized display panels took Sharon's breath away.
Rob was meticulous and he had several panels or room dividers spread out around the room that made the room look like a maze. Each panel was covered with a similar set of pictures and all of them appeared splendid and beautiful. Darlene casually walked up to the first panel and described the obvious intent of the group of pictures that showed several kids playing in a playground. "Rob did this one for the June community newsletter. He wanted to show how our playground is greatly appreciated by all of the kids in the neighborhood."
Then Darlene went to the next panel and the next, as she kept telling Sharon about the sequence of gorgeous pictures. One was about the July 4th neighborhood celebrations held in the park. Another was about the August festivities that were held to commemorate the celebrated citizens that supported and represented the community in politics for many years.
They walked around one of the panels and came up to the set of pictures that were taken at the park during their first meeting. Sharon stared at the amazing gallery and couldn't believe she was the main focus, as Rob had an apparent talent to take phenomenal photos. Her eyes slowly shifted from one photo to the next and each one made her heart skip a beat.
Darlene noticed her friend's amazement. "Rob does know how to take good pictures. Then again, when you have a splendid subject, it is easy to make them look lovely."
"Yes, oh yes, his work is very beautiful. Wow, I can't believe that is me," Sharon whispered, as she blushed profusely.
Darlene proceeded to explain the written article that went along with the pictures. She said how they were trying to get everyone in the community to appreciate what events and structures there were and hopefully that would entice everyone to attend and use the various facilities. "As you can see, we tried to capture the aspect that we are a young, vibrant neighborhood and that everyone is welcome."
"Yes, I like the article and do think you did a nice job," Sharon said.
They continued walking and Darlene pretended it was an accident when they rounded one partition and abruptly came to a stop in front of several photos that caused her to gasp. "Oh ... oh my, I'm sorry. I didn't realize Rob had put these up," she stated, as her voice sort of went higher and higher. Instead of running or moving away from the brazen pictures of a naked woman, she grabbed Sharon's arm and stood motionless.
Sharon stared without blinking and her mouth gapped wide open. She recognized Darlene as the naked woman and almost fainted at the sight of several erotic pictures of her seemingly posing for the camera. Each photo got more brazen and explicit, as she glanced from one to the next, and she had trouble regaining her composure.
Darlene felt her friend move as if trying to walk away, but she didn't relax her firm grip on the woman's elbow. "Oh my, you must think I'm awful, but it isn't what it looks like," she stated.
"No, no, I don't," Sharon replied as her eyes remained fixed on the photos.
"Well, it was one of Rob's wishes. He wanted to show the beautiful progression of a woman from being fully dressed to her being completely vulnerable."
"Yes, I can see. It looks very ... quite attractive," Sharon said and her eyes lingered on an explicit photo that showed all of Darlene's gorgeous assets.
"Oh geez, I feel so embarrassed. I didn't know Rob put these up. I'm sorry," Darlene said.
"No, it's okay, really."
"Thank you. I don't want you to think I do this all the time. I just thought they made adorable pictures. Hey, we have to keep our husband's happy."
"Yes, we do. You look ravishing," Sharon said and actually believed the compliment, as her friend did appear very beautiful and photogenic in all of the photos.
Darlene smiled when she noticed Sharon's mouth gapping wide open. Sharon was staring at the shameless nudity, as Darlene had her legs spread so that nothing was left to the imagination. "Have you ever let your husband take pictures like that?" Darlene spoke to her friend and smiled at the woman's shocked expression. "Surely you let him take nude pictures of you?"
It took a few seconds for Sharon to fully grasp what her friend had asked. "No, gawd no, never. Well he has taken some, but not posing," she replied and stared at the widely splayed legs.
"Rob and I have an open marriage and we both like the same thing when it comes to sex. He wanted to take pictures ... and well ... well, after much coaxing and convincing, he talked me into posing," Darlene said.
Sharon didn't know what to say, as she was still too shocked. "Aaahhh, yes, I mean, it is good you both wanted the same thing."
Darlene was overly excited and babbled like a schoolgirl. "C'mon, this is perfect. Rob has his equipment all set up in his studio and he thinks he's taking pictures of me. Let's surprise him and have him take pics of us," she said, as her voice sort of vibrated. "We won't take any nudies, just some glamorous photos that you can give to anyone."
The idea sounded silly yet Sharon's heartbeat increased when she thought about doing something risqué once in her life. "Oh no, I couldn't ... not pictures."
"C'mon, there won't be anything naughty. You'll see that Rob is a fantastic photographer and it always helps when the subject is beautiful," Darlene reassured hered her friend. "Don't be chi ken!"
Sharon was ready to turn around and leave, but the daring taunt sort of made her pause. Before she realized it, her friend pushed her and guided her into the next room, which was full of camera equipment and special props and lights for professional picture taking. There was no way Sharon ever planned on allowing her friends to take photos, but Darlene was on a mission. She practically pushed Sharon into the middle of several props that were strewn around the room and swiftly ordered her husband to grab his Nikon camera.
As strange as it seemed, Sharon started brushing her clothes as if trying to make them look neater and better for the camera. She heard the shutter click several times and then Darlene was asking her to take different poses. Some lights were turned on for mood lighting and Darlene also turned on a wind machine to get that outdoorsy look. Her hair blew lightly in the breeze and Sharon turned her head in every direction when asked.
When Darlene joined her, Sharon didn't mind, as it lightened the mood. "Rob is naming this series, 'A Neighborhood Friendship'. He wants to take pictures of women who have developed a real bond ... not necessarily sexually, but emotionally," Darlene said and laughed. "He thinks there is nothing more sensual than two women walking arm and arm in a real friendship."
Sharon didn't resist when the woman locked arms with her and they pretended to be the best of friends. Rob took pictures and then Darlene adjusted the pose so that she was behind. When the woman's arms went around her, Sharon didn't move. "Yes, stand still and tilt your head back a little," Darlene ordered, as she put her lips directly on a flushed ear.
Sharon felt her heart beat a lot faster and she didn't know why. The loving arms tightened and the embrace suddenly got more intimate. "Aahh, I should probably go," she whispered and tried to move forward.
"Hum, you smell lovely ... and feel so nice in my arms," Darlene said, as she let her hands brush across the large breasts. "Have you ever had an affair ... with another woman?"
Sharon was stunned. "Whaaa, what? No, no, never," she replied and felt the woman give her boobs a quick squeeze before letting go. She was completely flushed and took a step forward after Darlene removed her arms.
"Your husband has been gone for some time. If you need someone ... someone to make you feel loved and like a woman, I'm here for you," Darlene whispered.
Sharon had told her friend that her husband was away on business for two weeks. She heard the blatant offer and couldn't believe she didn't respond with a curt no or merely walk away as if offended. Her faced flushed. "Thanks ... thanks, it is nice having someone to talk to," she mumbled, trying to regain her composure.
"Have you ever been with a woman?"
"No, well not really." Sharon thought back to college, but the affair with a girlfriend didn't really count because they only kissed and fondled each other.
Her heart skipped many beats and her face must have gotten beat red. "Oh, you have?"
"Since your husband will be away for another week, why don't you join me on Friday? We can have a ladies night out, as you probably haven't had a night out since the baby was born."
Sharon would never understand why she didn't rebut the woman's obvious advances. "Well, I guess. Dan won't be home ... I don't have anything planned," she said despite knowing it was stupid. Maybe it was the hint of the woman being sexually interested in her that decided her fate.
"Great! I've wanted to get to know you better since the first time I saw you walking your stroller in the park. You're the perfect mother," Darlene said and she enthusiastically wrapped her arms around Sharon. "I'll show you the best time of your life."
The heated kiss happened before Sharon could pull away. Even though it was fleeting, the embrace and kiss showed her that the woman was truly intense and sincere. When Darlene broke the kiss and stepped back, Sharon quickly turned and left.
Sharon didn't know what to do. She was distraught about the upcoming encounter with Darlene and that was mainly due to knowing the woman was hitting on her. 'Dear lord, I can't go out with her on Friday, ' Sharon thought. 'She mentioned an affair ... having an affair with a woman and I'm sure she meant me.'
When the phone rang, it broke her train of thought. "Hello. Oh, hi Darlene," she replied to the friendly greeting. Sharon had decided to forgo the evening night out with her friend, but Darlene was too quick.
"My love, I'll pick you up at 7. I've been dying to try the food at that new restaurant at the Marriott. I'll be in a taxi, as we won't be any shape to drive after a big meal and romantic evening," Darlene said and swiftly said good bye.
The phone went dead before Sharon could reply. She slowly put the receiver down and her heart skipped a few beats, as she realized it was either she go or disappoint her friend by refusing to go out. Sharon found it almost impossible to sleep that night and then it was Friday.
Sharon looked at the clock to see she only had one hour to get ready. Early in the day she arranged for her neighbor Diane to babysit her daughter, as Sharon decided there was no harm in at least having a sociable dinner with her newfound friend. Now it was time to get dressed and she stood in front of her closet trying to decide what to wear. How formal, how casual should I dress, she wondered?
When she scrolled across the numerous dresses, Sharon stopped at the fancy black one with the thin lacy straps and plunging neckline. At first she wondered if the dress might be too revealing, but then she decided the black suited just about any occasion or situation. Strangely, she felt like a little girl again, as she dressed and thought about going out on a date despite being a married woman.
The curt sound of a car horn made her jump. Sharon rushed into the living room and pulled the curtain back, noticing the taxi sitting in the driveway with the backdoor open. She slowly reached for the doorknob, realizing it was her last chance to escape. When her fingers closed over the cold metal, she opened the door and walked out to the car.
The backdoor was open and Sharon looked into the backseat. Darlene was sitting in the middle of the seat, which left barely enough room to sit beside her, and her hand made a welcoming motion. Sharon reluctantly slipped into the seat and instantly regretted the decision when Darlene embraced her.
The taxi was on the move and the driver glanced at the two women who were hugging each other. He noticed the attractive young woman grab the newcomer and practically devour her with an intimate kiss. It was only a ten minute drive to the restaurant and the driver was sad when they arrived. "Well ladies, we have arrived. Hope you have a nice dinner," he said and graciously accepted the payment from Darlene.
"Thank you. We will," Darlene replied and gave the man a knowing smile. "We will."
"Here! Here's my card and number. Call me when you want to leave. I'll drive you home for nothing," he said and handed her his card.
Darlene could see the man was not only curious, but that he was smart enough to know what was going on. "Why not? We'll be about two hours ... I'll give you a call."
The meal was terrific and the wine was even better, as both women drank more than usual. Sharon glanced across the table and her vision seemed a little blurred and fuzzy. "Geesh, I shink I drank too much," she said and they both laughed out loud.
"Yesh, me too," Darlene replied. "I normally only have one, maybe two glasses, but theesh evening I think I drank half the bottle."
"I've had a lovely evening. It is probably time to go and you can drop me off at home," Sharon said and finished her glass of wine.
"You never cease to amaze me. You're so innocent, my love. Since Rob is away for the evening ... the lonely wives can drink some wine and enjoy some time without husbands being around to bother us," Darlene stated and quickly called the taxi driver's number. "It's still early and we need another glass of wine at my place."
Sharon got flushed and heated, as she realized things might get carried away if she was alone with her friend. "But ... but I should get home. Anyway, I've had too much to drink already," she replied.
"Don't be silly. I've looked forward to spending time with my dearest friend and getting to know her better," Darlene said and acted like she was escorting Sharon out of the restaurant. "The driver said he was waiting for us out front. Guess he really wants to drive us."
They were outside and in the taxi before Sharon could utter any more protests. Darlene didn't care if the driver got an eyeful. She jumped in first and didn't give Sharon much room, as the cabby pulled away. Not a word was said, as Darlene kissed her lover on the eyes, on the nose and then hard on the mouth. She pinned Sharon in the corner of the car's backseat and acted like an out of control teenager.
Darlene was determined to take full advantage of the situation and knew the effects of too much alcohol made Sharon the perfect slave. The driver almost ran over two pedestrians and hit several parked cars when he kept staring into the rear-view mirror at the women. His heart pounded at the sight of skin and then he actually spotted a bare boob, as Darlene stretched the front of Sharon's dress downward to expose her breasts.
He watched Darlene fondle the luscious tits and then she ripped the lacy bra off. The scene was animalistic, as the woman's head swooped downward and devoured an exposed titty. The driver had never witnessed womanly lust. He noticed the sexy goddess being ravaged by the dominating young woman and the scene appeared consensual. Sharon's head was thrown back on the headrest and she was rolling her head back and forth, as if she was going through something dramatic. Her hands were on the woman's head and in her hair, but they didn't appear to be pushing Darlene away.
All of a sudden he leaned closer to the mirror so he could see more of the action. Darlene forced the shapely legs apart and she had her hand fully buried between the woman's thighs. He couldn't see what Darlene was doing, but his imagination ran wild when he noticed Sharon's mouth gapping wide open and she was huffing and puffing like mad.
The driver likely witnessed the first orgasm in the backseat of his cab. He could only see the back of Darlene's hand, but he correctly imagined her fingers pinching and rolling the slippery jewel around furiously, as the woman experienced a sudden climax. It was the saddest time when the twenty minute drive to Darlene's house was over and he pulled up in her driveway.
The scene was the best porno movie of his life. The driver watched the young woman slowly remove her fingers from between the slave's legs and deliberately put the wet fingers in the woman's mouth. He noticed the tongue lash out and lick the fingers clean and then the women kissed one last time.
Sharon woke with a start and her mind filled with the events of the previous evening. She kept her eyes closed and studied the vivid dream rolling through her head. Going to Darlene's place was a mistake, but strangely she couldn't resist the powerful temptation of finding out about some mysterious emotions and intimate feelings. They were no sooner inside the home when the woman took control.
A tremor shot through her body from her toes all the way up to her head, as she recalled experiencing the most fantastic climaxes of her life. If someone told Sharon that she had an orgasm in the backseat of a taxi with a stranger in the front seat, she would have called them a liar.
Sharon wanted to wake up, but also wanted to reminisce. She pulled the covers up to her neck and pretended to be in some safe haven, unafraid to see what lay ahead. The two friends went straight to the living room where Darlene used the pretense of them having a relaxing nightcap.
The liqueur was sweet and it was impossible to tell how powerful it was. After a few sips, Sharon felt her head swimming and then she was on her feet. By the time Darlene escorted and guided her down a long hallway and into a huge bedroom, the woman had stripped all of her clothes and loosened most of Sharon's. They fell onto the bed and in no time the mistress seduced her submissive friend.
Sharon blocked out the next part when her naked torso bucked wildly on the big bed while in the throes of a scandalous orgasm. She recalled being the woman's slave after that and willing to do anything Darlene requested. Sharon had never performed cunnilingus on a woman, but she did last night. After the woman literally passed out following a tremendous climax, Sharon realized she had changed.
The two friends recovered in the living room and the conversation suddenly turned serious. "When we saw you walking in the park the other day, I decided you were the one," Darlene stated. "My fantasy ... my dream was for us to become lovers."
Sharon was too stunned to reply. She timidly followed Darlene, as the woman headed for the couple's photo gallery, and eventually found enough courage to respond. "I ... it is getting late and I should go," she whispered.
"Nonsense, it's still early and I have something to show you," Darlene said and led the way into the couple's large display room. "I showed you some of the pictures Rob took of me, but there is more."
The lights were bright and Sharon followed her friend. They passed all of the photos from the various neighborhood celebrations and came to a halt at the ones of Darlene in all of her naked splendor. Sharon immediately observed a few additional pictures and her heart stopped. "What? What?" There were several pictures added to the gallery and all depicted Darlene with a muscular and well-hung black man.
Sharon squeezed her eyes shut and tried to recall everything that happened last night. Her breathing became a little ragged and she knew it was time to get out of bed, or else. The dream was getting too frightening, yet at the same time it was arousing so she tucked the covers under her chin and stayed in bed. The recollection of staring at the explicit photos of Darlene and her friend Ken was stimulating. She'd never looked at erotic pictures of men let alone ones which had such a well-endowed black man.
She remembered looking at the photos and deciding it was time to go. "Eh, I have to go. It's late," she whispered, as her eyes remained fully focused on one of the shameless photos.
Luckily Darlene was finished tormenting and dominating her. "Yes, you should get home," she replied. "I had a lovely time tonight, my love."
Sharon didn't know what to say, as her heart fluttered. "Yes, yes, me too."
"I'll call you tomorrow," Darlene said and then the evening ended.
Sharon jumped out of bed. She went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the large mirror. Her gaze started at her head and slowly drifted downwards. Hum, I look the same, she thought despite the furious quivering inside her stomach. Then she remembered Darlene's parting words. "I'll call you tomorrow!"
A nice hot shower didn't help. Sharon got dressed and wandered around the house in a stupor, as she contemplated what she was going to say when Darlene called. It was midafternoon by the time her mind settled down and then the phone rang. "Hello."
"Hello, my love. I had such a lovely time last night and I can't stop thinking about you."
"Uuuhh, yes, it was nice."
"I have to see you ... just for a little while."
"Uuuhh, I can't ... I'm busy."
"Sharon, darling, I want to see you."
"Oh lord, last night was a mistake ... I'm sorry."
"Sweetheart, I can't get you out of my mind. I can see you in the backseat ... when you climaxed in the taxi, oh geez, I don't think that driver will ever forget what happened," Darlene said and giggled. "I will never forget that first time when I made love to you in my living room."
It all flashed through her head. They had sex as soon as they got into the living room and then the sessions moved to every room of the house. The worst was in the master bedroom where she was introduced to her first 69. Sharon had heard about woman on woman sex that way, but she never imagined it happening to her.
Then the horrors of all horrors hit her. Sharon remembered how the two laughed and actually giggled last night when Darlene pulled out a camera. In no time, the woman took pictures of them both and even used the time lapse feature to ensure they were both in the photos. The silence on the phone was deafening. "Eh, oh, I don't know what came over me ... too much to drink. I must have had too much to drink," she whispered.
Darlene smiled and made sure her voice was stern. "My love, I want you over here at six. I have something special for you ... something I want you to experience in your life," she said and let her words hang in the air for many seconds. "Six o'clock, my dearest, six o'clock!"
The phone went dead and Sharon merely stared at the handset. Her fingers vibrated so bad that it was difficult to hang-up the phone, as her heart wouldn't stop pounding. She didn't have to go, did she? Sharon questioned Darlene's request and wondered if it was really just a request or an unyielding command. No, she thought, I won't go.
The rest of the afternoon flew by and Sharon tried to keep busy so she wouldn't dwell on the upcoming deadline. It was about five when she eventually paused and sat down at the kitchen table. Her mind went in one direction and then the other, as she considered both possibilities ... to go or not to go?
Sharon reluctantly had a quick shower and changed into something casual. She decided to face the woman and tell Darlene once and for all that it was the end of their fleeting relationship. Arranging for Diane to babysit was easy, as her friend loved nothing more than to look after her baby. When she departed for Darlene's, Sharon had a hard time keeping her word.
When she drove into the driveway, the only thing going through her mind was last night. Sharon grit her teeth and vowed to remain strong. She slowly walked to the door and tried to stay calm, as her legs felt like rubber. The door opened before she could ring the bell and she came face to face with the overpowering woman.
"I knew you would come, my dear," Darlene said and grabbed her by the hands. "Come in! I have so much planned for you."
The statement alone sent a shiver through her entire body. Darlene held her hands and pulled her inside the house. The door closed and Sharon found herself pushed up against the door and being kissed intimately. The kiss broke and Sharon was almost breathless. "Huugg, yesterday was a mistake. I'm sorry," she mumbled. "I shouldn't have acted like I did."
Darlene held her by the hand, as she led the way into the dimly lit living room. She literally pushed Sharon onto the sofa and then sat down right next to her, which gave the impression that only one woman was in-charge. "I've lived for this day. Being married is wonderful, but there is one thing that I've always wanted," Darlene stated and stared into the bewildered eyes.
"Whaaa, what?" Sharon returned the stare and suddenly her courage was gone.
"You already know that our lovemaking last night was phenomenal and something I'll never forget."
"Well I found the submissive lover and the one who will be my slave."
"No, no, no."
"You see, after last night, you can't refuse. You'll do anything I say, or else."
Sharon was going to say no, but something in the woman's glare made her stop. "Huuugghh."
"I wonder what your husband, your family or your neighbors will say if they knew you were having sex with another woman?"
"No, no, please."
Darlene smiled and reached for an envelope she had conveniently placed on a coffee table. "Remember how we took pictures ... after we made love," she said and opened the envelope.
Sharon knew the haunting event would come back to bite her. It seemed kind of exhilarating and exciting when they were naked and taking pictures, but not now. She lowered her gaze and watched the woman pull out a large 8 by 10 picture. When she noticed the shameless image, her heart pounded so hard it was extremely hard to breathe.
Sharon had a very hard time controlling her emotions after seeing her hand full of big, black cock. "But ... but I never did that. I was not with a man ... with a black man."
"You've heard of photo-shopping. Well, I thought it would be fun doing it to one of your pictures," Darlene told the shocked woman. "I'm sure you can see that no one could ever tell this wasn't for real."
"What? But ... but?"
"Everyone will believe you're holding something big and black and beautiful."
Sharon couldn't take her eyes off the brazen picture. Darlene was right. No one would believe the picture was edited or changed, as it looked very real. Her eyes got teary and her heart pounded harder in her chest. Sharon stared at the picture and noticed how her small, dainty hand was holding the thick, black penis. "Why, what do you want?"
The mood in the room changed in a heartbeat. Darlene grabbed a handful of hair and yanked so she could glare into the teary eyes. "Stop whining, slut! You know you can't resist or your life will be ruined. Do you want to know what I have planned for you ... do you?"
It felt like her hair had been yanked out of her head when the woman tilted her head to the side. Sharon stared back into the dark eyes of the devil and knew she was being forced. "Owe ... ouch, please don't hurt me. What do you want?" she asked.
"Good, you understand! If you obey and do exactly what I order you to do, your husband won't find out ... or no one for that matter will find out about your infidelity," Darlene stated and jerked hard on the hair tangled between her fingers.
"But ... but, I never did anything. You changed the pictures," Sharon pleaded.
"Yes, but no one will ever know they were photo-shopped," Darlene replied. "When your husband sees that big black cock in your hand, what do you think he'll say?"
"Oh, you can't ... no, you can't show him!"
"Darling, you can be assured that I will ... unless," Darlene whispered and left the sentence hanging.
"What do you want ... what do I have to do?"
Darlene stared into the teary eyes, as she gave another firm jerk on the tangled hair. "Good, I promise your husband will never see the pictures. He'll never know what happened between you and Ken," Darlene said and smirked.
"Dear gawd, what do you mean. Ken, no, I can't, not with a black man ... any man. What do you mean?" Her body trembled and it was hard to remain seated beside the woman. "Oh lord, my husband would never understand."
"You're going to get dressed in a pretty, sexy nightie and then have sex with Ken."
Sharon was positive she was going to faint. She was dizzy and wondered if there was a way out of the dilemma. "No, no, no."
Darlene let go of the hair and grabbed the nightie that she had stashed beside the sofa. She tossed the shear garment into Sharon's face and smiled. "Here, put this on. NOW!"
She was in a complete daze. Sharon looked at Darlene and noticed how she was waving the incriminating picture in her face. Her hands vibrated and it was hard to strip her clothes, but eventually she was naked. She didn't dare look at the woman and donned the nightie as quickly as she could, not wanting to stay naked longer than necessary. The biggest wave of relief washed over her when she was dressed and then she heard a scary noise.
A door behind them opened and closed and no one moved. Sharon's heart was already racing and she didn't think it could beat any faster, but she was wrong. Suddenly she was standing beside the sofa and listening to soft footsteps approaching from the far side of the room. Her heart pounded and the blood throbbed at her temples, which made her slightly lightheaded. She sensed rather than felt someone move up behind her and she didn't dare turn her head or look.
Ken put his big hand in the center of Sharon's back and guided her across the floor. Her feet shuffled and in the blink of an eye she was moving down the long, dimly lit hallway. Sharon didn't have to open the bedroom door because it was already open and she was pushed and steered into the darkened room.
Thankfully the darkness felt comforting and a little calming. Sharon held her breath when the person behind her guided her over to the wall and gave a push on her back. "Please, please don't hurt me," she whispered and suddenly realized her protest must have sounded utterly pathetic.
Sharon stood up straight and put her hands on the wall just above her shoulders when she was pushed so she wouldn't bang into the wall. Before she felt the heat of the body brush up against her back, Sharon sensed someone directly behind her. The hot breath washed across the side of her face and then she felt hands on top of her flared hips. Strong fingers dug into her heated flesh and slowly pulled her lower body away from the wall while leaving her slightly bent over. Her hands remained on the wall for support and she held her breath, as she was too afraid to move.
Fingers grabbed the bottom of the nightie and slowly rolled the shear garment up her torso. Ken smiled when her hands came off the wall just long enough for him to remove the nightie and then Sharon replaced her hands on the wall to regain her balance.
It was a nightmare and the darkness helped. All of a sudden something long, hard and burning slipped between the top of her milky thighs. Sharon's mind raced, as the dilemma seemed overwhelming, and she started huffing and puffing for much needed air. "Gaaaahhh, oh gaaaa ... nooooo. Please, no. Don't hurt me."
The hard cock slithered through her crotch and pressed into the soaked slit between her legs. Then Ken leaned forward and pressed his lips against the burning ear. "Spread your legs. Let me feel that wet pussy with my big cock," he whispered and taunted her by licking her ear. "Holy shit ... you're fucking soaked."
Sharon wanted to die. She wasn't sure where the moisture was coming from, but her entire crotch felt damp and wet. She felt the cock press into her slit and knew her juices coated every inch of the scorching meat. "Oh, nooooo, please don't ... please."
"Good girl. Darlene said you were easy ... hot and easy."
"What, no ... no," Sharon pleaded and felt something push into her wetness. She opened her eyes, but the darkness was stifling and she fully realized the stranger was Darlene's black friend.
In the blink of an eye, her feet came off the floor and something searing pierced her soul. Ken felt the head of his massive cock enter the small opening and he thrust his hips with the might of a madman. "Oh fuck ... fuck baby, oh fuck, you're hot ... fucking hot," as a few inches of his ramrod entered the inferno. "Oh baby ... oh baby ... fuck baby."
She sort of balanced in midair, high on her tiptoes. "No ... nooooo ... nooooo." Sharon felt the strong fingers dig into her heated flesh and hold her body steady so she couldn't move any higher.
Ken held her hips and rammed another three or four inches into his white slut. "Oh fuck, hold on baby ... wait for it."
"No, never ... never, you bastard!"