Lumberblack

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.

I couldn't handle the intense mental bombardment any longer, and burst into the room. I can still hear the sound of her mortified shriek, and every word of the long, bashful, apologetic, revelatory conversation that followed. I had always known that the dildo was in her closet, what she had assured me was a gag gift provided to her by her friends on her bachelorette party. I had just never truly thought that she used it.

She admitted that she did sometimes, albeit infrequently, and that she had harbored an interracial sex fantasy for as long as she could remember. She was simply terrified to admit it to me, which I did understand. She pleaded that it was just a fantasy, and that she loved me more than the world. We tried to talk about where it might have originated from, as she was raised rather conservatively, and in an upper middle class environment that was unfortunately limited on ethnic diversity. We even talked about my penis size, which I had always known was unimpressive, however she insisted she wouldn't change a thing about me. It was simply in her weaker moments of sexual arousal, where she found herself desperately drawn to the sex appeal of a large, black man.

It took me a few weeks to navigate my thoughts, my concerns, my literal shortcomings, and even more explicably - my excitement? It was the following month, when I was feeling particularly restless at work. I allowed my developing, perverted fantasy to grow to a a breaking point, and texted her, 'I can't stop thinking about you and that dildo.'

She replied back, 'I'm sorry John.'

To which I replied, 'No. I mean I can't stop thinking about how sexy you looked using it.'

'Are you serious?' She replied.

'Very serious. I think I want to watch you using it again.'

'That's naughty! Are you sure?' She replied. I could almost feel her excitement emanating from the words.

'I'm going to be home at 6:00. I want to walk into the same thing that I saw last month.'

'Okay!' Was my wife's enthusiastic reply.

My heart was racing when I slowly entered the room later that day. Katie blushed, her body naked, gorgeous, and enraptured, whispering, "Are you really sure?"

I could only nod, my eyes widening as I took in her visage, and the supplementary eroticism of the interracial porn on screen. I sat down next to her sprawled out body, gently groping at her beautiful breasts. I looked down and saw the impossibly large toy, soaking wet from my wife's essence. "This really turns you on." I spoke, admitting it to myself as well.

She bit her lip, and nodded. "Is that okay?" It was innocent, and somehow made me fall in love with her all over again, despite the implications.

"Of course it's okay." I replied, leaning down to kiss her. We had some of the best sex of our marriage that night, and continued to explore the fantasy over the months to come. It shocked us both, to see how quickly and intensely it grew into something very real. The thought of Katie with a real, flesh and blood, black man - started to invade my thoughts.

Back in the moment, in our tent, my wife whispered innocently, "This is pretty sexy."

"What is?" I replied, kissing at her neck, our love making doing a great job of warming up our tent.

"Doing it out here, under the stars." She added, smiling. She leaned up to kiss me, wrapping her legs across my lower back, adding, "Cum for me baby. Do it."

Her comment surprised me, but I knew she could read me like a book, and I knew that she knew I was close. Recently, and perhaps as a result of the exploration of her (and now my own) fantasy, she had also begun to act with more assertion in the bedroom. I didn't mind being told what to do every now and then, maybe because I spent the entirety of my long days at the office calling the shots.

"But you haven't got yours." I replied.

She kissed me again, "It's okay. We have plenty of time. Cum for me."

I grunted, my hands clutching into the blankets that lined the floor of our tent. She caressed my back with her delicate fingers as I spurted inside of her.

"Maybe we should have brought your friend." I joked, referring to her large toy.

"That would have been awkward going through airport security." Katie laughed. She continued to giggle as I rolled onto my back, her fingers now moving across my chest. "This will be fun." Katie smiled, adding, "Two city kids lost in the wilderness. No one to save us."

"It'll be an adventure." I replied, smiling back at her.

Little did I know.

Truthfully, neither of us slept well on the first night. I think our unfamiliarity with the outdoors was mostly to blame. Katie, adorably, expressed concerns over the wildlife. "Are you sure we're safe?" She asked, near a hundred times. "Of course we are." I replied, repeatedly, attempting and failing to assuage her fears. Thankfully, we eventually both at least managed to get a few hours of rest.

It was early when we woke, and the morning sky was clear with a gorgeous vista. We fired up some instant coffee and it did wonders to satiate our caffeine addiction. Katie and I eventually changed and ventured out for a hike, finding a trail and exploring as much as we felt comfortable. It was invigorating in the best way, a natural detoxification. We immediately took to the activity.

We headed back to our campsite shortly after noon, but both Katie and I were shocked to see another large tent now set not too far from our own. It wasn't close enough that it felt intrusive, but it was certainly close enough that our privacy was significantly lessened.

I noticed a tall, bear of a man, toiling with his gear adjacent to the fire pit.

"Hi there." I offered, a bit frustrated by his presence.

The man looked up. He was perhaps in his late thirties, or early forties, which placed him about a decade older than Katie or myself. He stood at what I would guess was six foot three or four. As such, he had at least six inches of height on me. His beard was thick, but well kept, and there was a rugged aura about him. He was also bald, and black, the latter of which seemed somewhat strange to whatever naive preconceived notions I had about 'mountain men'. Weren't the outdoorsmen of the American South typically white?

I couldn't help but notice that he seemed an attractive man as well. He had piercing eyes and was thick of frame, muscular. My first thought was that he looked like a classically stereotyped lumberjack, again, despite being of darker complexion.

"Hey there." He replied, his voice gruff, but not unfriendly. He seemed to size me up and down, before laying his eyes on Katie. I couldn't help but notice that they lingered on her perhaps longer than she should have. He eventually added, "I didn't think many folks knew about this spot of mine. Hope I'm not disappointing you by setting camp."

I replied, "Hope we aren't disappointing you by finding it. Truthfully, a buddy of mine who used to live around here knew about this spot, and told us about it."

The man listened to my reply, before speaking, "Forgive me for saying, but you two look awfully green."

"Green?" I replied, unsure of his meaning, and a bit taken aback by his forwardness.

"You don't camp much." He stated, flatly.

I smirked, admitting, "This is our first time, ever, camping. We actually live in New York - Manhattan, specifically."

He smiled, "Boy oh boy, you two sure are a long way from home."

"Indeed." I replied. I also added, perhaps as an attempt to find some common ground, "The city life wears on you. We wanted to try and disconnect a bit."

He nodded, adding, "That's admirable, especially coming out all lonesome like you did." He looked back at my wife, speaking, "And what's your name, pretty lady?"

I noticed a shy smile appear on her face, before answering "Katie." She paused, before introducing me as well, "This is my husband, John." My wife did a good job of masking her attractions, but given her history and her inclinations, I knew she very much enjoyed his appearance. My blood pressure rose as I considered the obvious fact that he was plucked right out of one of her fantasies. A strange and worrying pang of excitement coursed through my loins. What the hell was wrong with me?

As I considered the man standing before me, that cocktail of thoughts put me fast on my heels. It was almost as if I sensed something in that initial meeting, a strange sort of attraction in the air.

"Mark." He replied, adding, "Pleased to meet you both."

Mark dropped some fishing line near the fire pit, his muscled frame handling multiple heavy supplies with ease, continuing. "Look. I don't mean to intrude, but I'm out here every month or so, and I really prefer this spot. I'm about a miles walk from where I like to fish, and I love the scenery." I couldn't help but notice that he continued to glance at Katie. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, most men do. It was also obvious that Katie was "done up" more than most women you might find on the trail. For some reason, in that moment, a perverted mental image flashed through my mind, involving my wife and our new camping partner.

I glanced at Katie, and then back at Mark. "We get it. No worries."

Mark added, "I'm happy to help with anything that might need helping. I can tell by the way you got it set-up that your tent could do with some fixing. I can take care of the fire's, show y'all good hiking spots. Anything at all."

I nodded, "No worries. We appreciate the offer."

Shortly thereafter Mark grabbed his gear and headed out of camp. Katie and I escaped into our tent, and began to come to terms with the new arrangement.

"Do you want to move somewhere else?" I asked of her.

"Where? Back to the main campground? There will just be even more people there." She replied, correctly.

I also didn't want to venture into some unknown territory, just for some additional privacy. We weren't experienced enough to blaze our own trail. Besides, we were already alone again. He probably wouldn't be around much.

"What do you think of him?" I asked, curious.

"I don't know. He's kind of curt, right?" She replied, dodging my true meaning.

I nodded, and she added, "But I guess he seems nice enough. He reminds me of a lumberjack. He was even wearing a plaid shirt with rolled up sleeves. And that beard." She laughed.

I chuckled too, adding, "I thought the lumberjack thing as well. You don't really see many guys like that in Manhattan."

Katie laughed, "Yeah you do. They are just a fraction of his size, and hang out at coffee shops, and don't actually know anything about the outdoors."

I chuckled, realizing that she was referring to what I assumed were hipsters, though I also couldn't help but make note of the fact that I was a fraction of his size as well. I also couldn't help but want to mention the obvious. Mark was, physically, right out of one of my wife's unspeakable fantasies.