Editing and Creative Assistance by Literotica member "Smoothed".
Warning: This is a fantasy story that contains interracial sex, a cheating wife, and a big penis. If this content does not interest you, or offends you, please find a story more to your liking.
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Katy Meyer just dropped her two, ten-year-old twins off at school. It was a "late start" day and they didn't need to be in class until ten. After this, the homemaker had a list of chores and errands to complete that would pretty much finish her day until school was out and she needed to pick up the kids. She had a routine schedule that she followed religiously in order to accomplish all she needed to do, while saving her some time for herself at some point during each day.
As she made her way to the grocery store, she realized that her life had become one, long, dull routine. She loved her family; her twins, Tom and Terri, her husband, Dean, and her dog, Ishmael (after the Moby Dick protagonist). She was generally happy.
Katy was grateful that her husband earned enough so that she could be a stay-home mom, raising her children and managing the household affairs without having to balance a career at the same time. Still, she was rarely excited about anything. Going out with friends was something she looked forward to, but these outings typically involved coffee or lunch. Her husband has never been much of a romantic. Even while dating, he was mild-mannered and overly respectful. They didn't have sex until they were engaged, and then only because she had insisted on it.
At thirty-five years old, she also discovered that she had developed very strong sexual needs that Dean didn't seem interested in satisfying.
To this last point, she had resorted to masturbation, usually after Dean had gone to bed, or when she had time, after dropping her kids off at school. Other than this, Dean was either too tired, or not in the mood to have sex with her as often as she desired, which would be about once per day, she estimated.
At one time, she and her husband were having regular sex. Before the kids were born. Five, six times per week without much trouble at all. Usually once per day, sometimes twice on Saturday and Sunday. But that ended after the birth of the twins. He seemed to lose interest in her after the kids were born. The lack of sex in their marriage wasn't due to her sex drive waning, it was his sex drive that became non-existent. He just didn't approach her like he once did, and when she tried to approach him, she was more often rejected than not. Once-per-month seemed to be the latest pattern. She was lucky when she could get twice per month. Her sexual frustration was something she thought about every day.
Even when they had sex, and they were at their sexual peak, it was milquetoast. Nothing special. Missionary position. Sometimes she would get on top, but no oral, certainly no anal, or anything out of the ordinary.
Katy kept her figure trim by running on the treadmill at home. She was a remarkably beautiful woman. Five feet seven inches tall, dark red hair, green eyes, pale, freckled skin, perky "C" cup breasts. Her breasts looked larger than they were due to her large puffy nipples that Dean thought resembled the bottom half of a strawberry. Her nipples were incredibly sensitive and because of their shape, she was easily stimulated by simply touching them.
She had a body that could easily model nude for a men's magazine. Despite this, she wore only conservative clothes. She wore clothes that she could easily attend a church meeting in, or volunteer at a homeless shelter. She was a decent, upstanding citizen and a proud, church-going Christian. She normally didn't like a lot of attention and kept her body covered up to avoid any unwanted sexual advances that she may otherwise receive. She had learned this all the way back in high school, and it stayed with her throughout her adult life.
Although she woke up horny, today was unfortunately not a day where she could masturbate after dropping the kids off. She had to get to the grocery store for dog food and some vegetables for dinner, then she needed to pick up a part for the vacuum cleaner, and meet with the Sunday school teacher at her church about snacks for the children on Sundays. It was a busy day.
Her SUV pulled into the store parking lot. She grabbed a cart like she had a thousand times before. She stopped by the flowers, but decided not to buy any this time...
Then it happened.
Her phone vibrated and chimed. She had a text. She never got texts. Wheeling her shopping cart to the side of the first aisle, she opened it.
At first it looked like a mistake, like she heard a friend call it, a "mistext." A wrong number. A wrong text.
This one was a strange image that she did not immediately recognize.
She thought that this was some random shot that one of her friends or family had sent to her that will have a corrected picture to follow. She put the phone back in her purse and waited for the better text photo.
It came through, chiming again. There it was. A young, dark-skinned black man with short dreadlocks wearing a retail badge on his shirt standing over the phone being held in his hand and looking at it from the top for a selfie.
There was something odd about it.
She looked more closely at the first text from the same number; a picture that looked like a big cucumber- the kind that are slightly curved, but this was pointing down.
It then hit her like a punch in the stomach. She lost her breath.
She looked around her in her aisle, no one was near. Her heart rate increased. She began to perspire on her forehead and upper lip. Her head swam.
The two pictures were of a big, black penis. She nearly dropped her phone when she finally recognized what it was, and then almost dropped it again when she looked at the pictures a second time.
She scrolled through each picture back-and-forth examining the detail. The first was an overhead view taken from above the large appendage. The second was an under-side view. The second picture also showed, in detail, that the name badge he was wearing read "Dwayne" and was from a shoe store in the mall called "Her Sole."
