This is a continuation of the original story without any recaps. Read "Helping the Elderly Chapters I and II" to get the full story from the beginning.
Much thanks to Hislittlehotone for help editing.
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"Darlin,' I need to run an errand before we head on to your house."
"Okay, Harry. Where do you need to go?"
"We need to stop by the Walmart pharmacy to pick up a prescription."
"Alight. I will wait in the car. I can't go in looking like this."
Tracy loved dressing like a slut for Harry, but wasn't about to parade her body around in public. She looked down at her clothes, the skin-tight orange T-shirt, white booty shorts that showed just enough ass, and white pump sandals; all would cause quite a stir if she were seen in public.
"You're going in with me. You need to get used to dressing like this all the time we are together. Understand?"
Harry was serious. Tracy's nipples got hard in reaction to her being aroused by Harry's demands. 'Oh my God! What if someone I know sees me? What will people think of me in these clothes, walking around with an old black man? Why does this turn me on?' She thought of several scenarios as she continued to drive to the local Walmart.
Tracy smiled to herself as she parked the car. She was nervous and wet and horny and felt like she was about to carry out a dare in a teenager's "Truth or Dare" game. She couldn't stop thinking about how out of character it was for her to dress like this and be seen by so many people.
Harry got out of the car and waited for Tracy to come around and take his arm. Once she took his arm, they started the walk into the store. Tracy immediately felt exposed. Harry walked fairly slowly, but even at a slow stroll, she felt her tits bounce and jiggle under the thin shirt. She felt a little humiliated at having to show her body in public as she was doing. Two large Latino men walking out of the store actually stopped and stared blatantly at her as she walked arm-in-arm with Harry. They made cat calls to her before they continued on their way. The attention they gave to her made her feel like she was going to explode! Tracy was discovering that dressing this way turned her on.
"Oh my God, Harry. Are you sure you want me to go in with you like this?"
"You have a smoking hot body, Tracy. And you being dressed like this shows that you are willing to please me. You are dressed to service me. You need to get used to it because this is how I want you from now on." Harry said this her in a very matter-of-fact way.
Tracy loved being claimed by Harry. It made her moist, aroused her, and caused her to feel sexy, although she still had to deal with her feeling of being embarrassed while dressed this way in Walmart.
The two continued their slow approach into the store. Tracy was trying to get Harry to pick up the pace. She felt like she was basically dressed in lingerie and wanted to walk at least a little faster to get this over with, but Harry was a very slow walker and she was forced to adjust her stride in order to stay with him.
Harry and Tracy walked into the store together, as a couple, being seen for the very first time in public. The greeter at the entrance to the store was so shocked at the sight of the couple, and at what Tracy had on, that he forgot to greet them. The senior Walmart employee stood with his mouth open as he watched what appeared to be a whore escort an old black man through the front door.
As they continued walking, Tracy held on to Harry's arm as they made their way past a middle-aged man who stopped just to ogle her. Two teenaged boys grabbed their crotches and stared at Tracy as she passed by. They followed for a bit until they noticed that she was with Harry. An older woman scowled at her. She was making quite the commotion on what would normally be an ordinary day at the discount store.
Tracy's nipples shown through her top and the natural shape of her breasts was apparent underneath. All of this attention was getting Harry turned on as well. He finally had something everyone wanted. Tracy saw their reflection in a mirror and about had an orgasm. There was no question that when someone looked at Harry and her that they could determine that the two were having sex. This excited Tracy.
Harry stood in line at the prescription counter behind two other people. His Viagra had run out and he had his doctor call in a new prescription. His doctor also warned him about his increase in sexual activity combined with too frequent use of the drug. As he approached seventy-nine, an active sex life was a wonderful boon. Having sex with Tracy was another matter altogether; she could be dangerous to his health.
Tracy was waiting for Harry in the vitamin section. She had only been browsing for a moment and already had a man strike up a conversation with her. Harry watched how she reacted. She seemed to feel obligated to talk to the tall white man who looked to be in his twenties. The handsome brown-haired man took off his sunglasses to get a better look at Tracy and stared at her tits while he asked her questions about whether she was here with anyone and if she was attached or not. Harry smiled as he saw her innocent, naïve personality come through as she spoke with the stranger. She was a classic submissive and had taken to this new role quickly.
The two left Walmart with Harry's Viagra and started back to Tracy's house.
In the car Tracy thought 'That was exciting!' She found that after the trip to Walmart was over, she actually liked showing her body off. She liked the attention she got from men. Harry reached over and slipped his hand between her legs and felt that she was wet. Harry smiled.
As they entered her house, Tracy saw that Jim wasn't home, and Harry had said he needed a nap so she settled him into bed in the guest room by the pool and went into the den to straighten up. Jim had left it a mess.
She noticed Jim's laptop open and decided to see if he had anything on it that might explain his recent change in behaviors. She found a camera app that was connected to a remote camera that was already set up in the pool area. It was aimed near the shallow end overlooking the patio furniture. She found this a very interesting development but nothing of any interest other than this was on his desktop files. Then she opened his browser history. Tracy's eyes grew wide with what she discovered. Jim's browser history revealed dozens of Internet addresses for porn sites. She saw titles like "Wives Gone Black," "Interracial Threesomes," "Black Dick/White Wives," "Amateur Wives," and several visits to a site called "Cuckold Living."
Tracy had never heard of the word "cuckold" before but learned quite a bit by visiting the site. She read that the term had to do with husbands who actually liked their wives to cheat on them while they watched. She found this to be a bizarre topic and read more. Through his history, she was able to read several posts that he made to the message board that were connected to an advertisement he posted that seemed to be looking for a sex partner for Tracy.
The original ad read:
"Hot wife with big tits needs black bull for regular fucking while husband watches."
There were three responses asking for pictures from what she guessed were interested black men.
Tracy continued her investigation and visited some of the specific pages that Jim frequented just to see what exactly he was into. She saw videos of white women having sex with well-hung black men, but what was different about these videos from those she saw on Harry's computer was the presence of what appeared to be a husband in all of the scenes. In each one, she saw a white male either sitting off in the corner, or taking videos and pictures of his wife having sex with a black man while a stationary camera recorded the action. In some scenes, the husband was naked and jacking off, in others, he was fully clothed. In nearly all of the scenes she watched, she noticed the wife was pretty much ignoring the husband and having sex with the black man.
Tracy closed the browser and left the computer as she found it. She sat thinking about Jim's behavior over this past week: the sexy clothes he purchased for her, the bathing suits, his enthusiasm about Harry (whereas there was only indifference before). He seemed to be changing right before her very eyes. This made her even more curious about her husband.
Tracy went upstairs and found her own laptop, then sat on a lounge chair by the pool and continued her research. She found the idea of Jim watching her as she had sex with a well-endowed black man, or any other man for that matter, to be deeply exciting. She watched several cuckold videos paying particular attention to the husband and what he was doing in the scene. She discovered that of all the variations in the individual sets, she enjoyed the scenes where the husband was naked, but not participating in the sex the most.
Watching the videos made her intensely horny. She checked in on Harry who was snoring, so she decided she would change into a miniskirt with no panties and return to her cuckold investigation. Her plan was to play with herself as she watched.
Tracy made herself comfortable on the padded lounge chair and watched more videos. In one particular video, the camera, which must have been placed on a tripod, captured footage of a woman standing between a black man and her white husband. The wife was holding the huge black dick in one hand, and with her index finger and thumb was holding the tiny penis of her husband in the other. This aroused Tracy very much as it reminded her of the contrast in size between Jim and Harry. As the scene continued, the wife rejected the husband and told him to sit in the corner while she sucked the huge black cock right in front of him. Tracy was rubbing her sopping wet pussy frantically while watching this scene. The black stud in the video tossed the wife on the bed and began licking her pussy while the wife sucked his cock in what Tracy assumed was a "sixty-nine" position. Tracy's body shook in a very powerful and satisfying orgasm as a result of watching this video.
She wanted to see more. In another video, Tracy saw a well-hung white husband take photos of his wife having sex with a young black man. This was interesting to Tracy because the white husband had a huge penis, even larger than the black man having sex with his wife. She continued watching and realized that there must be something about seeing a black man with their white wives that was a turn on for these husbands. It apparently was not entirely about penis size either, at least not in every situation.
Tracy began visualizing what it would be like to have Jim in the same room as Harry and her. She couldn't get past the point of the three of them being in the same room because Jim just never struck her as a sexual person, at least not the type to have a threesome or anything. She couldn't imagine he would be okay being compared to a monster cock like Harry's. Who would? Even a man with eight or nine inches would feel self-conscious standing next to Harry and Jim was a long way from eight or nine inches!
The sound of the garage door being opened prompted Tracy to close the computer and get up from her chair. After a moment, she heard the familiar sound of the kitchen door opening and Jim's voice.
"Hello?" Jim was coming in with a few shopping bags.
