Her feelings were dulled. She felt drained, and dissatisfied. The entire experience was anticlimactic.
Despite her resolve to leave the store and abandon her current approach to the “black penis issue,” she once again turned to her pictures when she got back to her car.
She had the pictures on the screen of her phone and looked at them at every stop light. She ran into her home and masturbated twice, back-to-back orgasms looking at the pictures again. She ran the video over and over watching his movement. Then looked at the large format pictures of his penis on
her computer screen.
She was almost late picking the twins up from school.
As she was preparing dinner, a strange thought occurred to her.
‘I want more pictures. I need more pictures.’ She finished cooking her family meal thinking about the messy retail worker and his huge penis.
Her eyes suddenly lit up, ‘I can text him and ask for more!’
She smiled a wicked smile. She discovered a way to get more of him without spending time with him. She vowed to clear her morning the next day to pursue her scheme.
A few minutes later that evening, Ali arrived home from work.
“Hello, Zainab.” He put his briefcase on the island in the kitchen and gave his wife a peck on the cheek.
“How are the kids?” He poured himself a glass of wine.
“Nothing…I mean, good! They’re good.” She wasn’t paying attention.
“How was your day?” She feigned interest.
“Good day. I have tons of work to do, though. I’ll be in the office until dinner.” Ali changed clothes and took his briefcase into the office.
Zainab took care of dinner, then homework, and showers for the kids. Ali played with them for an hour after their showers while Zainab cleaned the kitchen and tidied the house.
As she was tidying up, she sighed a deep sigh and thought about Uche. She couldn’t wait for the next day. Her domestic routine was driving her crazy.
Ali fell asleep watching a detective series on TV and Zainab was able to masturbate for the fourth time that day.
Zainab woke early to make sure everyone was out of the house on time. She didn’t want anything to stand in the way of her plans. After laying out Ali’s clothes for work, showering, dressing, feeding her kids and seeing Ali off to another busy day, she was ready to drop the twins off at school.
It was all she could do not to speed through the school zone on her way back home.
Inside, she poured a cup of tea and anxiously texted the “wrong number.”
She thought she would keep it simple.
-CAN YOU SEND MORE PICS PLEASE?-
While she waited, she picked up the breakfast mess and loaded the dishwasher.
She heard the text chime and her heart pounded in her chest instantaneously.
-WHO IS THIS?-
‘Oh, my God! It’s happening!’ She thought excitedly.
She quickly texted,
-AN ADMIRER. YOU SENT ME TWO PICS BY ACCIDENT. REMEMBER?-
She only had to wait a couple of seconds for the next one. He replied:
YEAH, LOL! I REMEMBER…YOU FIRST-
-ME FIRST? WHAT?-
Zainab didn’t know what he meant. She thought he would just send more pictures of his amazing penis. Then he clarified.
-SEND A COUPLE OF PICS-
She stood back away from the phone. No, this won’t do at all. She can’t send pictures. She’s a married woman with kids and a jeep and she’s a member of the PTA…no way.
No pictures.
She replied:
-I CAN’T-
His next text confused her.
-PUSSY!-
She responded:
-WHAT?-
She didn’t know if he was calling her a pussy, like a coward, or what.
-LET ME SEE UR PUSSY-
Again, she pulled back away from the phone as if it were on fire.
“Oh, my God! What am I doing?”
Zainab left the phone and poured more tea. She began pacing back and forth in her dining room. There was no way she could take a picture of her vagina. No one has seen her vagina except her doctor and she was female. Ali and the only other man she has ever had sex with, Greg, haven’t even seen her vagina in the light. She won’t even let her husband perform oral sex on her, not that he has ever offered, but still…
She returned to the phone and read his latest:
-PIC FOR PIC-
Zainab thought about it. She wanted another picture. Desperately. If she did this, no one would know who it was…that it was her. She, of course, would leave her face out of it.
After several minutes of careful consideration, she decided she would do it.
She took a shower and cleaned her vagina thoroughly. She thought that if she was going to take a picture of her vagina that she should make it more visible so she grabbed a shaving stick and shaved around it and trimmed some of the top area.
Her soft pubic hair was a little wild, having never been trimmed, but she did her best with the small tuft. She thought she cut a little too much, but she never really shaved or trimmed herself before, so she didn’t know what to do.
She looked at herself naked in the mirror.
Her perfect breasts, puffy nipples, smooth skin, and now, her trimmed and manicured pubic hair made her look like a professional nude model. She was hot. Far too hot to be a housewife.
She put her robe on and headed for a well-lit room in her house. The living room received the eastern sun and it was shining right on the oriental rug where she decided to take the picture.
She sat on her closed legs and took a very basic picture of her vagina.
She hit SEND.
He responded.
-LOL-
“Laugh out loud?” Why is that a LOL?” She asked herself. She asked Uche.
-WHAT? WHAT’S WRONG?-
-SHOW ME!!-
He obviously wanted a different kind of picture. She needed a mirror to shoot the sort of picture that he was looking for.
Zainab went to the full-length mirror in her closet, turned on all the lights and sat in front of it. She slowly spread her legs about two feet apart.
She felt both humiliated and turned on at the same time; a very strange feeling. Her hands moved to her sex, gently rubbing it. She was already wet.
She took a couple of pictures showing her spread vagina. Whether she realized it or not, Zainab’s pussy was gorgeous. It was like a flower that was nearly in full blossom.
With varying degrees of pink hue, her smooth, blemish-free labia was slightly spread open as if welcoming Uche’s giant snake to defile it. Her swollen, extended clitoris suggested arousal. You could see her moistness from being so incredibly aroused. She had been constantly wet for the past few days.
“Is this what he wants? It’s so…graphic.” She said aloud.
Zainab moved her phone/camera and took a few more pictures. It took a few tries until she began using the reflection of the mirror. She discovered that it was much better to use the mirror.
She took a couple of pictures that showed her pussy spread as she sat on the carpet in her closet. It was digitally clear. You could see her lips and her clitoris perfectly. She thought it was a lewd, awful picture, but it made her feel delightfully naughty taking it.
She felt butterflies in her stomach.
“I hope he likes it.” -SEND
After several minutes:
-DAMN. THAT’S A FINE PUSSY. HOW OLD?-
She smiled, very relieved, then replied.
-OVER 18 –
After several minutes, she heard the text chime as she was getting dressed again.
As soon as she opened the text she saw the new pictures.
It was Uche posing in a bathroom, naked. He was holding his giant penis in his left hand and posing sideways for a profile. His body was muscular, but not that of a bodybuilder, just toned. His penis must have been two, maybe three times as long as Ali’s, and at least twice as thick.
It seemed much larger than the original two pictures he had mistakenly sent. She couldn’t guess as to a measurement, but it was beastly.
The second new picture was more of a close-up of his member. The entire picture was his penis from base to tip.
Zainab nearly wet herself. She ran to her computer and uploaded the new pictures.
She had the new pictures side-by-side on her screen. She was overcome with lust. She was wetter than she ever remembered being. As she looked at the blackness of the penis, the shine, and thickness, she purred and sputtered through one orgasm after another. She had never been so bad.
In her mind she had caressed it, licked it, gently bit it with her teeth, wiped her lips across it. She was jerking it off in her mind for her fourth orgasm in fifteen minutes.
The text chime went off again.
She reached frantically for the phone that was on her nightstand. It was Uche.
-YOU LIKE?-
She smiled and texted back.
-YES, I LIKE!-
She sent Uche another vagina picture from the group she took a little while ago.
He responded.
-WE NEED TO HOOK UP GIRL-
There it was. The next thing. She shut her phone off and looked up at the ceiling.
‘This is too much. I need to slow down.’ She thought about what the next move would be, and why she would even make that move. She had everything she could ever ask for in her life…except sexual intimacy, and sexual intimacy is what she desired most right now. She was weak, vulnerable, yet driven.
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