Lumberblack

Mark quickly returned from his tent with some antiseptic and bandage wraps in his possession. He knelt beside her and, surprisingly, took the liberty of applying them himself. "Was in the scouts." He offered, perhaps sensing my confusion. He used his massive hands to quickly wrap her foot, his large black fingers running across her pale ankle. Katie looked on with a thankful expression on her face, but I couldn't help but notice how captivating the sight of their interaction was. It was too convenient a scene, on the heels of our conversation earlier in the day. Was fate laughing at me? Was this actually going to happen?

Katie blushed, giggling, "This is so bad. My foot probably stinks."

Mark smiled as he rubbed her, and somewhat shockingly raised her foot to his face, where he stunningly kissed her toes.

"Darling, you smell like roses."

My eyes went wide at the sight of it, and I suddenly realized just how intently I was watching them. It was bizarre and shameful to admit, but they had a strange chemistry. I watched in a cloudy anxiety as Katie and Mark shared a smile and a deep look into the eyes of one another.

"That's nice of you." Katie blushed.

Suddenly Mark looked up in my direction, a noticeable confidence present in his eyes. He caught my gaze, and smirked, almost in a recognition of sorts. I watched with a lump in my throat as the muscular woodsman moved his large dark hands further up my wife's pale leg, even being so bold as to massage on her thigh. Her naked foot was now resting over his shoulder as he kneaded her skin up and down, the two of them looking into each others eyes with a deep expression that felt distinctly sexual. There was suddenly a strange silence as we all surely wondered as to what would happen next, an unspoken understanding that this was an inappropriate act, yet none of us moving to stop it.

"I feel like I could do a better job of this in my tent, on the cushions." His deep voice spoke.

I was stunned for a moment, and saw Katie staring at me. It was as if she realized it as soon as I did myself, her own naughty words replying, "Okay." How could this happen so organically? Did Mark somehow sense our desire?

It was then that nature exclaimed in agreement, providing an acknowledgement in the form a sudden loud boom of thunder, which rumbled across the campsite.

"It's going to break open soon." Mark looked up at the clouds, and then at me. He spoke with command, and confidence, and I suddenly realized that this was the point of no return. "John I'm going to take your wife into my tent for awhile. Fix her up."

My mouth ran dry, and I could barely offer a response. I eventually managed a nod, and a hoarse, "Sounds good."

Katie's eyes darted wide, looking at me in harrowing realization as Mark picked her up from the ground. We didn't have time for more than a glance as he turned her, Katie's injured, delicate foot seemingly waved goodbye to me as it bounced from his stride. The man eventually crouched down and shuffled into his large tent with my wife in his arms.

It was then that I heard the rain start to hit the campsite ground.

I had never felt so humiliated, yet my heart nearly exploded in my chest from my bizarre, devious excitement. I stood, almost in a panic, as the rain slowly increased in intensity. In a trance, I found my way back into our tent, alone.

I sat there, my only company the weather, and my own frantic thoughts. My wife was in another mans tent, and I had no way of hearing, or even knowing, what was going on! How could I have let this happen!?

Just when I thought I might hyperventilate, terrifying and erotic mental images began to dominate my thoughts. I began to feel a deeply profound sense of arousal, almost incomprehensible. I thought of my wife naked for him, his large black hands exploring her soft white body, her big natural breasts being squeezed. Would she actually fuck him? Would she fight the urge? Would she come to her senses?

No, she had wanted this experience for too long, had repressed it for too many years. My wife was going to give in to her desires!

I realized that my five inch penis was completely rigid with arousal, and I couldn't believe the depth of my perversion as I began to gently stroke myself. Why was this unspeakable moment so utterly arousing?

I tried to listen for any cue, any sound, any moan. All I could hear was the raindrops colliding with the taut fabric of the tent. It went on for an eternity, a deafening rain, and my angst ridden solitude.

Just when I thought the situation could not become any more surreal, a loud crash boomed through the tent, the fabric collapsing down atop me. It all happened in a split second, but our tent supports had given out against the heavy rain, and soon water was spilling in to the now collapsed living quarters.

I gasped for air as the cold rain hit me, pulling my body out of the opening. I stood there, in disbelief, the storm soaking me to my core. I had no choice but to walk over to Marks larger tent, terrified of what was to come. I screamed above the sound of the rain.

"Mark! Our tent gave out, I need to come in!"

Silence, for a moment, and then I called his name again. "Mark!"

"Come in!" His voice boomed.

I can't quite explain how detached from reality I felt at that moment, my soaked body, crawling into a foreign tent, greeted by the image of a muscled, shirtless black man, and my wife's wild eyes, both of their bodies covered by a shared blanket. It was deeply embarrassing.

My mouth ran dry as Mark spoke, "Jesus John. You're drenched."

"Tent gave out. I guess you were right about the way I put it together." I admitted, still feeling as if I was in a dream, my wife nestled against another man. Impossible.

I glanced around the interior, and noticed how much more spacious his quarters were than our own. A dimly lit lantern provided some atmospheric lighting, and it was then that I saw the clump of fabric. My stomach sank as I noticed the unmistakable lace of her panties and bra bunched up along with her other clothes.

"Are you okay?" Katie's voice was soft, concerned, yet distant. Her eyes looked glazed over, almost as if she was lost in thought, or something else. I couldn't help but consider a deeper meaning to her question as I saw the motion of the blanket, and surely something happening beneath it.

"I think so." I replied, still unable to comprehend the site of her, skin to skin with another man.

"You need to get out of those clothes or you'll catch a cold." Katie spoke, her words soft.

Mark reached into a corner and grabbed a towel, tossing it over to me. In a fog of confusion, I found myself slowly peeling off my wet shirt, and shorts, though leaving my boxers in place. I eventually managed to drape myself with the towel, feeling an unavoidable pang of inadequacy as I noticed how small my torso was in comparison to Marks. I couldn't believe that any of this was actually happening. Other than times of substance based intoxication, it was by far the most incomprehensible moment of my life.

I could sense that I interrupted something sexual, something deeply naughty. Absurdly, I heard myself apologizing, "Sorry for the intrusion. Couldn't be helped."

Katie blushed, and Mark smiled, replying with a casual confidence, "No problem John. I had just finished massaging your wife's ankle, and we were in the process of getting to know each other a little better."

My wife's hair was messy, and her lipstick somewhat smeared. She looked terrified, but also erotic, and there was a hint of defiance in her eyes. Despite that, she spoke. "Are you mad?" She asked, voice trembling.

I still felt as if I was caught in some bizarre dream, replying, "I'm mad I had to interrupt."

Katie smiled, blushing, "So am I."

Mark chuckled, and I couldn't help but eek out a smile despite the absurdity of the scenario.

Mark spoke up, his deep voice in command of the room, teasing, "Doesn't matter. Let's pick up where we left off before your husbands rude interruption."

Katie blushed, biting her lip in the process. It was something that she only did when she was deeply aroused. I watched with a lump in my throat as Mark grabbed the blanket that covered them, gently moving it and revealing the impossible. One body was black and masculine, the other white, and feminine. Both were naked, and inflamed with sexual need.

When I first laid eyes upon it, I couldn't quite process the size of his manhood. Marks appendage towered at what might have been over ten inches in length, with a thickness that was just as intimidating. It was the exact sort of black cock that my wife fantasized about, a shaft of imposing masculinity, with two massive testicles at its base. The onyx tube was glistening, and I was certain that a smear of my wife's lipstick was smudged along the shaft. I wondered when the depths of my disbelief would be reached, and I would continue to do so throughout the evening.

In embarrassed wonder, I glanced over at my beautiful wife. Katie's naked body was a fever dream, her big breasts intoxicating, her nipples as hard as diamonds. She looked at me as she saw me take notice his size, her eyes almost reveling in my acceptance, almost as if she wanted me to see how large he was, almost as if that undeniable reality made this okay.

"Keep going." Mark spoke to her.

Her eyes left mine, almost sadly, as I watched her lean down in slow motion. My own eyes bulged in horror as I saw her lips spread, her tongue tantalizingly leaving her mouth to engulf the behemoth black cock that laid before her.

My mind melted as I watched my wife begin to wrap her lips around another man's huge penis, sucking and kissing along his length as her small delicate hand grasped at this girth. Her tiny white hand could not encircle his size, and her wedding ring sparkled tauntingly in the lantern light as she pumped his manhood. My wife was sucking another mans cock!

"Fuck yeah Katie. Suck that big dick." Mark grunted, grabbing her hair with one hand, and resting his other on her plump, naked ass.

After over a year of fantasy, a year of developing desire, impossible admissions, it was finally happening. I couldn't peel the eyes away from the site of it, my humiliation as deep as I could ever recall it being, yet my arousal so far beyond anything I could remember feeling.

It went on for ten, twenty minutes, a personal interracial porn that carried life altering implications. Mark laid his head back and savored my wife's mouth. Katie worshipped his cock, kissing up and down his long length, sucking every inch of his manhood, smacking it wet against her face almost as if she was under a spell. She was cock drunk and lost to her desire. Her beautiful tits hung pendulous as she knelt over his lap. Mark would occasionally smack her ass, encouraging her mouth with his words. I was down a spiral of perversion, utterly frozen to the scene that played out before me.

Absurdly, I tried to recall the last time Katie had gone down on me, and I realized it was on my birthday, two years prior.

Right when I thought it might never end, and that the three of us were remain locked in this taboo and erotic state for all of eternity, Mark spoke. "Lean those tits over here baby."

Katie quickly hopped up, almost like a porn star might. She squeezed her huge breasts together and tilted her head back as I heard Mark grunt. I watched in disbelief as his massive black testicles ascended tight to his shaft, his cock head flaring as rope after rope of semen exploded outwards, splattering his cum all over my wife's bouncing breasts. My eyes glazed over in disbelief as Marks cock glazed Katie's breasts, some of his ropes of cum splattering against her erect nipples, and cascading down across the curvature of her body.

I couldn't help feel as if the atmosphere was suddenly primal, strange considerations of Alpha males and territory marking flashing through my brain as I watched that massive black cock ejaculate all over the woman I loved.

Mark smiled as he leaned back against a cushion, "God damn John. Your wife has an incredible mouth."

Katie blushed deeply, shyly looking over in my direction. The haze in her eyes had begun to dissipate, almost as if she was arriving back at reality. She knelt there awkwardly for a moment, before I heard myself speak to her, "Come here."

She crawled over close to me, a mess and covered in another mans cum. She had never looked so utterly depraved, so sexual. "Are you mad?" She asked, genuinely sweet. I shook my head no.

She slowly reached her hand under the towel on my lap, snaking through my boxers.

She grasped my diamond hard dick and whispered, "You're so hard."

"You're so sexy." I croaked.

She immediately started pumping me. I couldn't stop staring at her tits, the sight of her cum covered breasts absolutely mind bending. It was too captivating and perverted, too striking a sexual image. I began to lose control, and then my wife added, "I want to fuck him."

I tilted my head back as I came, grunting, "I know." I felt the warmth explode against the fabric of my boxers, contrasting against the cold wetness that the rain provided. Once my orgasm subsided, I leaned back on to the floor of the tent in disbelief. Katie laid next to me.

She looked at me, her hand reaching out to mine and our fingers entwining. I couldn't help but recall what those small hands had just held. We looked at each other, and she smiled widely. "I love you."

"I love you too." I replied, before the post-orgasm come down pushed me off into a feverish slumber.

I wasn't sure how many hours had passed, but when I awoke the storm seemed to have only gotten worse. It took me a moment to recall where I was, the lantern light of Marks tent shut and darkness filling the room.

Thunder was rumbling in the distance, and I initially wondered if that was what had woken me. I reached to my side to feel for the warmth of my wife's body, but was met with only empty air. It was then that I thought I heard her, the hairs on the back of my neck standing rigid when I did.

"Ohhh!"

"Ohhh! Yesss!!"

A flash of lightning suddenly rippled through the air, momentarily lighting the interior of the tent and giving me my first harrowing glimpse of what I thought was a fever dream.

That couldn't be? Right?

My wife's pale, plump ass, rising and falling in an instant, and then darkness again.

Thunder boomed loudly. How close was that strike?

Another flash. Another moment in time to view something that couldn't possibly be.

A heavy pair of dark testicles flopping into a woman's luscious rear end. A massive, masculine, towering black cock thrusting upwards. The backside of a beautiful woman rising and falling on top of it, her plump pussy stretched and clinging to the mans large, plunging piston.

The feminine moans were trying to be stifled, trying to be whispered, but her pleasure was too profound. "Fuck! Yesss! It's so biggg!" My wife's voice. Impossible, it couldn't be. It simply couldn't be.

The next wave of thunder rumbled even louder. "Ohh god! Ohh goddd!"

My eyes began to adjust to the darkness, my ears now picking up on things other than just the storm.

The sounds of sex, the erotic noises of naked wet bodies slapping together in lust. The sounds of pleasure, and the taboo.

A commanding male voice broke through, "You love it."

The woman, somehow my wife, replying, "I love it so much."

"Tell me what you love. I want to hear it." The man demanded.

"I love your big black cock." Katie's voice, impossibly, replied. I heard her giggle, and then the sound of a loud slap on her ass. She added, "I've always wanted to say that."

"Bigger than what you're used too, huh?" Mark wanted to know.

"Yes." She hissed.

Another flash of lightning, another quick, tormenting glimpse at reality. The large black body had repositioned the white feminine one on her back. I bore witness to her feminine legs spread for him, his large balls and heavy black cock ready to breach her in a missionary position. I saw her delicate white hands clutching onto his back, nail polish and wedding ring disallowing me to consider anything other than the truth.

She moaned loudly as he slowly penetrated her. Another flash of lightning conjoined with the thunder of the previous burst, exposing me to the sight of her stretched labia, clinging to his impossible girth as Mark stuffed his large manhood into my wife. There was simply no escaping from the reality of what was happening. Mark was fucking my wife with his huge cock, and she was loving every second of it!

"Ohhh Markkk! Fuck me!" Katie's voice confirmed. My dick strained, and my shame grew.

He grunted, taunting her, "This married pussy is the best I've ever had Katie. You're blowing my mind."

Katie groaned as the tempo of their intercourse increased. Another flash of lightning, the perverse sight of his heavy black ballsack slapping into her pale rear end aligned with the noises of flesh on flesh that echoed through the tent. The cries of her feminine pleasure began to inflect, "Ohhh! Oh! Mar- Ohh! I'm going to cum- again!"

My mouth ran dry as I watched, listening to the crushing sounds of a more capable man bringing my wife to a pinnacle orgasm.

"Do it Katie. Cum all over my big dick!" He commanded. I watched in a moment of fascination as her hands clawed into his muscled back, her toes clenching into the blanket beneath them. My wife squealed from the large orgasm her powerful lover was giving her, "Ohhh! Yesss! I'm- cum-m-minggg!! I'm cumminggg so h-arddd!!"

I realized how impossibly erect my own lesser manhood had become, nearly orgasming without physical provocation at the mind blowing intensity of what I had just witnessed. My dick bobbed from my rapid heartbeat, but I dared not touch it, due to fear, embarrassment, and deep shame.

It's hard to convey just how humbling it is, to bear witness to another man providing your wife with a sexual satisfaction you could only dream of giving her. Mark's body was muscular, his presence dominant, and his cock infinitely larger and more capable than my own. I had to come to terms with the fact that I was watching an Alpha male take my wife to a level of pleasure I had no hope of matching. It was at once deeply humiliating, and on some primal, natural level, deeply arousing. There were undeniable roles of masculinity and hierarchy at play in this tent, and I knew that at least in this moment, I was the Beta male made to watch as the Alpha won the desirable female. It was a revelatory mind fuck, and despite the negative feelings that inherently came along with my submission to another man, the taboo act compelled me in a way that I could not hope to deny. It was deeply and unflinchingly sexual, and brutal in its honesty.

Mark slowed his torrid pace, allowing her pleasure convulsions to reach completion, all the while Katie moaned and clutched into his body for support.

"No one has ever made me cum like you can." I heard my wife whisper, impossibly, and the following gut punching noise of their lips smacking together as they kissed. I once again experienced a flash of panic, unable to believe I had let this happen.

Mark began his stroke once more, stuffing his huge cock in and out of my wife without concern, or even awareness, for what I might be seeing. I doubt he even cared that I was awake. I would later learn that he actually reveled in my presence, and savored the primal rush he experienced by cuckolding me with Katie.

"It's my turn baby." He grunted.

My stomach fluttered as I considered his words. I don't think I was ready for such an unspeakable act to occur, yet I was deadlocked on every second of their barely visible sex.