It had taken me much longer than I'd hoped, but I finally managed to get the tent up. I toyed with the tension of the fabric, testing my installation, and eventually talked myself into thinking it was structurally sound. Katie, my lovely wife, was pleasant and patient throughout the ordeal. She sat atop a felled log and fiddled with her phone during my efforts, offering encouragement where she could. I couldn't help but notice that she seemed surprisingly okay with her lack of cellular service, despite being somewhat of an Instagram addict.
I took a deep breath, almost stunned by how fresh the air felt moving through my lungs. We were a long way from our Manhattan apartment, that much was for certain. It was approximately a month ago, when I looked out our window, staring at the sea of buildings, listening to the hustle and bustle of the streets below, sound barely penetrating the insulation that the glass provided. I suddenly had a moment of realization, a calling to recharge my batteries and get back in touch with a more natural environment. Katie and I both loved living in New York City, and had no plans to relocate any time soon, but she seemed just as eager as I was to get away and take a much needed break.
Neither of us were outdoors people, to say the least, and neither of us had any experience camping (or even being more than thirty minutes away from proper civilization, really). Why we had decided on the middle of nowhere North Carolina, I might never understand. I suppose it felt like it needed to be an all our nothing trip, a true adventure. If we were going to vacation like this, a "natural" affair, we wanted to do it right. Despite my excitement, I had some trepidation about the possibility, or rather likelihood, of biting off more than we could chew. Thankfully, in 2019, it seemed a bit easier to bring some comforts of home into the wilderness with you, and we certainly utilized the internet and our healthy bank accounts to make our experience as pleasant as possible. We wanted to be far away from civilization, but we didn't want to pretend like we could survive away from it without some technological comforts.
Honestly, I felt somewhat like an impostor in the natural setting - every fraction of our equipment and supplies sparkling new, and without a semblance of actual experience to fall back upon. Luckily, I had done some due diligence and spent hours reading, watching camping tutorial videos (some of which that I had saved to my phone), and the like. How hard could it be?
Pretty hard, apparently.
We both laughed in absurdity as I held one corner of the tent up, the rain pounding down atop the material on the outside. The tent cost a few hundred dollars and had great reviews, but perhaps I missed a connection point when I installed it. It wasn't the most surprising thing in world. I, admittedly, wasn't the most handy of men.
"This is crazy." Katie smiled, her gorgeous hazel eyes lighting up the dark interior of our temporary living quarters.
"It is. But I feel so alive." I joked, though there was some truth to it. We never got to experience things like this, and it was somehow refreshing, despite the inconvenience.
"Maybe we should have stayed back at the campgrounds." She offered, her voice tinged with some mild concern. She pulled out her phone, presumably for the comfort of its familiarity. The bright screen lit up her gorgeous face, feminine and framed by her dark brunette hair, currently pulled back in a pony tail.
I shook my head, "Nah babe. We are fine. This spell should be over soon and I think I know what I missed with the tent poles." I picked up a coupling that I somehow forgot, shaking my head at my own absent mindedness. I was a pretty bright guy, but sometimes more basic tasks eluded me.
I glanced down at the phone in my free hand, making note of the public campgrounds a couple miles south. A work colleague of mine, avid camper and former resident of North Carolina, had recommended our more secretive spot. 'It's just a couple miles north, and totally worth the hike, both for the privacy and the scenery.' Truthfully, his recommendation was probably one of the reasons we ended up choosing the area. It felt like we had a secretive local "in", and we wanted to take advantage of it.
He wasn't lying. Despite the inconvenience of the current rain storm, the scenery was absolutely jaw dropping. Our camp site was nestled between the mountains, and with a crystal clear lake not even a minutes walk from our tent.
It wasn't long before the rain died down and Katie and I were able to venture outside. The sunset was breaching through the clouds and the slight misery from moments prior began to evaporate along with the raindrops on the ground.
"This really is beautiful." Katie spoke, eyes scanning out into the distance, and up the mountainside.
"Not as beautiful as you." I replied, taking the opportunity, despite how lame the comment might have been.
Katie smiled knowingly, "Nice, John."
As the light of the evening sunset hit her, I realized just how right I was. We had gotten married seven years ago, and I still couldn't believe how lucky I was to have her. Katie stood at roughly five and a half feet tall, and sported an undeniably sexual, curvy body. She had the trim tummy of a jogger, but was blessed with wide hips and a plump bottom. "Thick" is how I would describe her frame. She was naturally large breasted, and her nipples were darting through the thin fabric of her sports shirt. The sight of them made me realized that the evening air had become brisk.
I fumbled with the fire starter and some wood, and was quietly thankful that despite the secluded nature of our campground, the remnants of a fire pit had remained. It took awhile, but I was eventually able to get some flames blazing.
"Oh! Would you look at how sexy my rugged mountain man is." Katie joked, thankful for my success.
We laid out a blanket and snuggled up next to the fire. Canned food and bagged chips had never tasted so good. We were able to wash it down with the high end scotch that I had brought along, somewhat ridiculously.
"This is pretty awesome." I spoke, leaning in to kiss her.
"Completely awesome. I'm so glad we took a chance and came." She replied. We both looked up at the sky, and she added. "The amount of stars up there is absolutely insane."
I nodded, "That alone, is worth the trip." We leaned in to kiss once more. I soon realized, "The light pollution is actually still pretty bad in this part of the country, now that I think about it. Maybe we can really venture into nowhere next time. Somewhere far out west."
"Relax." Katie giggled. "Let's survive this first."
It wasn't long before we were both back in our tent, naked. I was inspired by her beauty and thrusting my modest five inch penis in and out of the love of my life. Katie moaned softly, gentle coos escaping her sultry lips as she grabbed at my waist. I looked down at her perfect, large tits, gently bouncing back and forth in response to our movements. Tonight, even more than most nights, my wife looked incomprehensibly hot, and I became worried that I wouldn't last. My perverted mind couldn't help but consider the naughty fantasy that Katie and I had recently begun to explore.
It was almost a year ago, when I was able to sneak out of work early and surprise Katie at home. It was one of her rare days of PTO, and I wanted to surprise her with a night out for dinner. Ultimately, it would be me who was on the receiving end of the surprise.
I'll never forget the sounds of her moans, initially terrifying me as I couldn't help but think the worst. I cracked open the door to our bedroom with trepidation, and saw her there, gorgeous, sexual, naked. Her big, beautiful breasts jiggled as her hands rummaged down between her legs. My eyes scanned, down to that impossible sight, my wife, gently massaging a large black dildo in and out of her body! I froze, unable to breathe, my gaze then noticing our bedroom television, and interracial sex on its screen. This couldn't be!
I watched in desperate confusion, through the crack in our door. My heart rate skyrocketed as I soaked in those impossible sights, all of which were like punches to my stomach. I was no stranger to the black male stereotype of sexual endowment and prowess. To think that the woman I loved most was a subscriber! It sent me reeling. Every manner of self doubt flashed across my mind. I was too small for her, I had often wondered. I usually had a hard time making her orgasm, of course she wished I was larger. She didn't want to leave me, did she? We loved each other!
Beneath all of that jealousy and embarrassment, however, a strange arousal began to brew. Katie looked liked I had never seen her before, like an unchained sex goddess, uninhibited and in touch with her feminine nature. The contrast of the large black silicon and my wife's pale, womanly flesh, caused my small penis to stir awake in some bizarre mixture of arousal and confusion.
