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 one 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 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, pale freckled skin, perky "C" cup breasts. Her breasts looked larger than they were due to her large nipples that Dean thought were the best. Her nipples were incredibly sensitive since breast feeding, she was easily stimulated by simply touching them.

She had a body that could easily model fashion or nude for a men's magazine. Despite this, she wore 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 hair 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."

Her phone shook in her nervous, trembling hands. She should delete the picture. Her fingers moved on their own, pinching and zooming. The penis looked enormous, but she had trouble sensing the scale of the thing. Only when she zoomed back out was she able to put the size of it into perspective.

The thing was monstrous. She didn't even realize that a penis could get to be that size. How could that ever fit inside a woman-.

Katy took a deep breath, halting her train of thought. What was happening?

Katy knew that these texts could not be for her. Her kids were much too young to know anyone like this, and she didn't know any black people at all. Her close friends would never in a million years dream of doing anything like this, even as a gag, and she never gave her phone number out. She tried to recall a single time when she gave her phone number out to a stranger and couldn't.

This had to be a wrong number.

Katy anxiously texted back

-WRONG NUMBER!-

She nervously placed the phone back in her purse and continued shopping. There was no reply for several minutes. Then, as she made her way down the various aisles at the grocery store, another text came through.

-SHIT. SORRY...THAT'S FOR MY GF-

Katy was instantly relieved and even smiled at having solved the mystery so soon after the mishap. She took a deep breath and was calmed by the revelation. The fact that it was all just an accident made it seem ok, like she could now delete it and move on.

She clicked the button to edit, then delete the texts, but thought it wouldn't hurt to look one more time...and so she did. And then again, and again. The pictures were not anything she was used to seeing. They were raw and pornographic. They were obscene. The big black thing she looked at was alien to her, yet so intriguing she could barely break away from the image to look around her to make sure no one was watching. Finally, after a few minutes, she began to delete the new contact with the pictures when she pulled her hand away from the screen and stood frozen in the store staring at her phone.

She scrolled back to the first picture and examined it. The huge penis just hung there suspended by the black hand holding it in place. It loomed down and outward from its owner's body. It shined from the light of what looked like a store room or large closet of some kind. Its head was large, reminding her of a fat arrowhead. The shaft was smooth with very few marks or veins.

The second picture showed the large vein that runs underneath, the sides swelling outward, the massive testicles suspended in the scrotum hanging close to the body.

The young man's face had a smirk on it and he was looking right into the camera from above. The name tag could be seen on the edge of the screen.

Katy's heart pounded heavily in her chest. She had never been attracted to black men. She always passed them by as she sensed they stared at her body. Being a red head, she was used to men cat-calling her and black men were among the worst. She grew accustomed to this, and to ignoring them.

This was different. These not-so-innocent pictures stirred her up more than anything else she could remember. She found the pictures of the black penis to be mesmerizing. She took a deep breath and ignored the strong instinct to delete the photos and never again have to deal with them, she instead saved them to her photos and continued shopping.

She pushed her cart down aisle after aisle. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get the image of the black penis out of her head. She picked up the bag of carrots. They looked tiny and pathetic when she realized she was comparing them to the mental image of that big black thing. She tossed them down in disgust, moving to the avocados. She picked one up. It was heavy and the soft outer rind was pitted and wrinkled, just like those big black balls.

Katy shook her head. What was going on? She continued shopping as if on auto pilot, but couldn't shake the images: eggplant? It curves just like the penis had. Even leaving the produce section, she saw it in every bottle of ketchup or shampoo. This unwanted image had lodged in her brain and she seemed unable to think of anything else.

Katy found herself anxious to get home. She unloaded the car and ran into her bedroom. She grabbed her laptop, removed her jeans, and transferred the pictures of the black penis onto her computer. When this was done, she opened the pictures up and looked at them in a larger, more detailed format.

"Oh, my goodness! He's huge! It looks so amazing!" She was all but drooling on herself as she looked at the penis pictures. She ran her fingers across the screen hoping to somehow feel the black skin from her computer.

Her hand went straight for her clit. She was becoming wet, and rubbed herself just a few times before she came. As her head was flooded with the image of the huge, black cock from the picture, she flooded her hand with her cum.

She repeated this three more times in about five minutes.

Her imagination went wild. She imagined sucking it, licking it, stroking it, rubbing it against her arms, breasts, chest. Having sex with it. She had never fantasized about a black man before and the effect it had on her took her by surprise.

After allowing herself to obsess over the penis pictures for about thirty minutes, she finally put her laptop away and continued with her day. Running errands, picking up children, cooking dinner, all completed while thinking about the big black penis.

The next day she had some cleaning to do before the house keeper came to deep clean the house. In the morning, right after she dropped the twins off at school, she masturbated to the pictures five times (a new personal record for Katy). After the house keeper left, she masturbated again. She became so familiar with the pictures that she found she needed more of them. She wanted different angles, better lighting, more of the body. She needed more.

She struggled with having so little visual access to such a fine penis.

Katy found herself in a dilemma two days after being sent the texts. These two pictures created a desire for more, and she just didn't have the means to acquire more.

Not being one for Internet porn, or any porn for that matter, Katy never thought to look for other pictures of black penises elsewhere. One reason she didn't like porn was that the pictures and videos were too detached for her to really develop an interest in. She didn't know the people in the videos, she couldn't just look at sexual pictures and have consistent orgasms. When she masturbated, she always closed her eyes and mentally fantasized about her husband, or on a rare occasion someone whom she had met in her life, not some professional porn celebrity that she would never have the opportunity to meet.

These pictures that "Dwayne" accidentally sent her were real. They were from a real person. They existed in her life. They weren't part of an entertainment website. She knew where they came from. They were local, now they were on her phone, and her computer.

She thought: 'where did he come from?' She repeated this thought standing in her kitchen. She knew basically where this guy worked. His phone number was local so he could only work in the one mall in the region that had that store.

She picked up her kids from school and completed her daily rituals straight through to the end. No surprises, nothing exciting, in other words, a very normal afternoon. Later that night, she didn't even try to have sex with Dean as her mind was preoccupied with Dwayne's penis.

'I want to go to that mall and visit him. See what he is like in person.' She lay awake in bed thinking of her options. One thing was certain, she wanted more so she went online and ordered a dildo and a vibrator thinking it would help satisfy her while looking at Dwayne.

Katy was a decent, church-going, Christian woman. She wasn't given to drinking or partying. She had never really thought about cheating on her husband to get her sexual needs met. She wasn't accustomed to having thoughts of cheating and fantasizing about other men.

'I am going to go. Why not? Why shouldn't I just go and see what he looks like? There's no harm in that.'

She continued to fantasize about seeing him. She reminded herself that she knew what he looked like (and his name!) but he knew nothing of her. No one would know so she could see him and go home fuelled with a fantasy and use her new toys.

After several more minutes of tossing and turning, it was finally decided. She was going to wait until afternoon the next day and spy on him. She would shop, just as if she were an ordinary customer.

She masturbated at this new thought of secretly visiting him while her husband slept next to her. Dean didn't even say "hello" after work today. She was beginning to feel he was not sexually compatible with her anymore. She continued to rationalize her interest in Dwayne and his penis.

After the next day's chores and errands were done she had ninety minutes before she had to pick up the kids the toys were delivered she was all set. Before wasting anymore time in deciding whether to go, she was off to the Town and Country Mall; to the "Her Sole" store where this Dwayne fellow worked. She was going to secretly check him out which would most likely fuel her fantasy to the next level, or perhaps ruin her image of him and set her back to her normal routine. At this point she had no idea what she was doing other than reacting to a very powerful, new-found lust. What exactly she was going to do after seeing him at the store had not occurred to her yet other than more masterbation. Katy was responding to the irresistibly strong sexual urges that she had absolutely no experience with.

Katy wore what she had on. Jeans, running shoes, T-shirt and a running jacket as it was still a little chilly. She also decided to wear her sunglasses so she could look at him without drawing attention to herself. She dressed as inconspicuously as possible, which was exactly how she dressed every day.

Her drive to the mall was a nervous one. She had never done anything like this before. She wasn't adventurous sexually, or otherwise. She was always a good daughter, sister, wife, and mother. She took her family to church every Sunday, gave to charity, hosted sleep-overs and parties for the kids. She had never been promiscuous, flirtatious, or wild. It just wasn't who she was. And yet, here she was about make a connection with a black man because he had a big penis/cock.

She pulled into the mall and parked in the covered garage. She knew the basic location of the shoe store. They had younger style shoes and she had never actually shopped there for herself.

Her heart pounded loudly in her chest. To distract herself, she quietly narrated the walk to the store: 'Up the escalator, left turn. Down the right side. It's coming up.' She walked very slowly. As she came to the store front, she looked in the display window. Then peered through to the small store and sitting area. Searching.

Her heart skipped a beat. There he was. Dwayne. Leaning on the counter. Hand resting on his chin, looking out at the mall. Baggy, ill-fitting, khaki pants, white button-down shirt-too wrinkly to be professional looking, slovenly-tied necktie, and black dress shoes. How old was he? Maybe 18 or 19 she guessed.

Under any other circumstances, Katy wouldn't have given this guy the time of day, not a first glance let alone a second, but this was a very different situation she found herself in. She was obsessed with the big black penis she had been looking at for the past three days. It consumed her every thought. She was here, at this store in the mall during the week because she didn't know what else to do. She was unable to control her actions regarding how she felt about the pictures. If it weren't for the wrong phone number, she would most likely live her life out without the thoughts that have been consuming her as late.

Dwayne didn't realize it, but the red-haired woman in the plain stay-home-mom clothes just outside the shoe store he worked had looked at pictures of his cock over one hundred times.

The digital image of his huge cock had unintentionally created a monster. A thirty-one-year-old, wife of over ten years, mother of two, upper-middle class stay-home-mom monster.

She decided to walk into the store and look around. Just to see how it felt to be close to him...to it.

Dwayne saw her approaching, her red locks bouncing slightly with her gait. She was definitely hot, but not his type. She looked too buttoned up, too conservative. He liked the wild ones. This kind of privileged white woman almost never shopped at his store. But, as a horny young man, he did what he always did to make his time at work a little more interesting: he immediately began to imagine what she would look like naked... with her lips wrapped around his oversized dick...

"Good morning, Ma'am." He said politely, engaging her.

"Hello. Just looking." She smiled courteously.

"Let me know if you want to try anything on." He walked around then went in the back.

Katy thought: 'Nothing exceptional, no sparks flew, no chemistry.' She decided she was crazy for even showing up and so she quickly left. The visit wasn't a mind-blowing realization, it wasn't an exchange of flirtatious stares or remarks. Their eyes didn't meet in some magical moment. None of that occurred.

More importantly; however, and a fact that eluded Katy, is that there was also no revulsion, no "deal-breaking" incident that soured her to him either.

She decided to go back to the store and in an instant, was back. This time, she had her phone in hand and had the camera turned to video. She was videotaping him as he was straightening the display shelves. She kept the camera on him as long as she dared, then put it away and walked out, again. This time he didn't notice it was her, so she felt she had gotten away with something. It was time she left and never come back.

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 with her new toys made her orgasms twice as strong, 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 even more of those explicit pictures.' She finished cooking her family meal thinking about the disheveled black 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 having to spend any time with him. She vowed to clear her morning the next day to pursue her scheme.

A few minutes later that evening, Dean arrived home from work.

"Hey, Katy." 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." Dean changed clothes and took his briefcase into the office.

Katy took care of dinner, then homework, and showers for the kids. Dean played with them for an hour after their showers while Katy cleaned the kitchen and tidied up the house.

As she was picking up, she sighed a deep sigh and thought about Dwayne. She couldn't wait for the next day. Her domestic routine was driving her crazy.

Dean fell asleep watching a detective series on TV and Katy was able to masturbate to orgasm for the fourth time that day.

Katy 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 Dean's clothes for work, showering, dressing, feeding her kids and seeing Dean 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 coffee 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 seconds for the next one. He replied:

YEAH, LOL! I REMEMBER...YOU FIRST-

-ME FIRST? WHAT?-

Katy didn't know what he meant. She thought he would just send more pictures of his amazing black penis. Then he clarified.

-SEND A CPL OF PIX-

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 Mercedes 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 NO FACE IF YOUR SCARED-

Again, she pulled back away from the phone as if it were on fire.

"Oh, my God! What am I doing?"

Katy left the phone and poured more coffee. 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 gynecologist and OBGYN and they were both women. Dean and the only other man she has ever had sex with, Roy, haven't even seen her vagina in the light or even up close. 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-

Katy 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 razor and shaved around it and trimmed some of the pubic 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, erect nipples, freckled 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 stay-home mom.

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 Dwayne.

-WHAT? WHATS 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.

Katy 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, soaking even.

She took a couple of pictures showing her wet vagina. Whether she realized it or not, Katy's pussy was gorgeous. It was like a flower that was nearly at full blossom. With varying degrees of pink hue, her smooth, blemish-free labia was slightly spread open as if welcoming Dwayne's giant snake to defile it. Her swollen, extended clitoris suggested arousal. Her snow-white skin had a light scattering of freckles. 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.

Katy 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 using 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 Dwayne 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 body builder, just toned. His penis must have been two, maybe three times as long as Dean'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.

Katy 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 night stand. It was Dwayne.

-YOU LIKE?-

She smiled and texted back.

-YES, I LIKE!-

She sent Dwayne 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.

Katy spent the rest of the day trying to get her chores done and run what few errands that needed to be accomplished before 3:30 when the kids were released from school.

All through her day she was weighing two very important realities. One, she needed sexual attention, badly. She has been starved for more sex in her life for years now and she was beginning to resent Dean for his lack of attention. Two, this entire situation was so far outside her day-to-day world that she could hardly keep up with her thoughts. She had no idea how to proceed, or even if she could.

She thought about abandoning the Dwayne idea before she got more involved. All she would have to do is block his phone number and that's that. She could have an affair with someone closer to her social, racial, and economic background. But she could not see herself being that bold...someone from her background might be too close to her ideal. She might fall in love.

Dwayne had a huge penis and she was just realizing how important this was to her. Anyone else would surely be a compromise. She hated to admit it to herself, but this was not about love. It was about sex. Dwayne would be the safest way to proceed precisely because he was not from "her world." It would be about sex and only sex. That was all that was really missing from her life anyway. Dean was a great father, consistent provider, and a good friend when she needed him to be. But he wasn't fulfilling his marital obligations in the bedroom.

This was about sex.

The next day she dropped off the twins and decided to visit the shoe store to make actual contact.

Her plan was to make sure Dwayne was working. Sit down to buy a pair of shoes and talk a little. She would somehow bring up the subject of texting...she didn't have any idea about the rest of her plan.

After showering, she spent at least twenty minutes picking out what to wear.

She decided that if she was going to do this, that it should start sooner rather than later. She was committed to the idea of making physical contact, an introduction at first, with Dwayne and then taking it from there.

She couldn't go into the store with jeans on. She realized that she was too much of a mom and needed to act more like a hot, single woman. Unfortunately, she had no "hot, single woman" clothes.

Deep in her closet, she found a skirt. It was dark blue with a small, white flower pattern on it. She wore this with a light blue tank top, no bra, but with a white cardigan sweater that she could pull over her breasts until she came into his view. She wanted the option of showing off her body if all went well.

The immediate problem she had was that her skirt was too long. It rose about two inches above her knee. To fix this, she rolled the waist up a few inches. Now it rested about a foot above her knee. 'Oh my! This is sexy!' She thought.

Katy wore her hair down and put some scented lotion on her legs. She was ready.

Once at the mall, Katy became wet. The anticipation was killing her! She approached the store. There he was.

"Hi again." He said smiling. "You're back!"

He seemed nice, but not terribly intelligent.

'Here it goes!' She thought.

"Yes, I was looking for some two-inch, maybe four-inch heels. Something that would look good wearing a skirt."

Katy looked down at her feet and the sandals she was wearing.

"Okay. Well, right over here we have our dress pumps and our going out shoes. Just let me know if anything looks interesting and I will see if we have your size."

Katy smiled and thanked him.

She couldn't help but look at his crotch as she was looking at the shelves displaying their shoes. She was a bundle of nerves, but also incredibly turned on. The world seemed to stop while she was in that store. A very strange feeling.

Katy picked a pair of dark blue heels that were more conservative than the others. She handed the shoe to Dwayne.

"Okay, I'll be right back." As he stepped around the service counter to enter the stock room, she noticed he was checking out her legs.

Katy had long, toned, smooth, white legs. She didn't tan so she was always "Irish-white" as her dad used to say. She didn't need to shave her legs very often as they didn't have much hair.

She shaved today.

Katy sat and pulled her dress down, covering more leg, then she pulled it back up again, revealing more leg. She couldn't decide what to do.

Just then, Dwayne returned.

"Let's try these on and see how they fit." He took a shoe out of the box and handed it to her.

Katy's disappointment must have been obvious because he quickly offered to help her.

He squatted down, took the other shoe and held it near her foot,

"May I?"

Katy felt her juices flowing, even streaming out of her and was afraid she would create a wet spot on her skirt.

"Yes, please."

She trembled as Dwayne, the owner of the giant, black penis, clutched her calf and lifted her smooth, white leg to remove her shoe. She was unprepared for the thrill it gave her.

'This is the first time I've ever been touched by a black man. Oh, my goodness!' She was soaking wet. He slipped her shoe off revealing her pink, newly painted toe nails. She kept her feet well-manicured. She could not get over how sexy her snow-white leg looked against his dark black hand.

She realized that this probably wasn't normal procedure. Most women put their own shoes on these days, at least she always did, but it was exactly what she wanted.

He rested her foot on his knee as he sat on his legs in front of her. He took the new, blue shoes in his right hand and lifted her leg with his left.

She could feel him gently rubbing his thumb of his left hand against her silky-smooth leg. He was flirting with her.

"You have beautiful skin, if you don't mind my saying." He smiled and looked up at her. Katy smiled coyly.

"Thank you, Dwayne."

Her smile turned to an expression of shock as she realized he wasn't wearing his name badge at that moment.

'Oh, my God! No! He's going to think I am a stalker or something.' She couldn't believe she said what she did. She wanted to run away.

Luckily, at least at that point, he didn't notice.

The shoes were on and now Katy was looking at them in the mirror. She wanted to leave before she was discovered. Fortunately, she had cash to cover the sixty-five dollar shoes so he wouldn't get her name.

"These will be fine." She said abruptly.

Dwayne boxed her shoes and stood up.

Katy looked at his crotch as she handed him cash for the shoes. His pants were expanded where his penis was. It looked huge in his pants.

'He must be erect,' she thought.

She paid, then quickly left the store. She headed straight for a mall restaurant just ahead past the first turn on the ground floor. She made it to the restroom.

Reaching into her purse, she found her phone, which had chimed just after she left the shoe store.

It was a picture of Dwayne.

He had his penis out. Rock hard. It looked like it was taken in the stock room.

The next text read:

-WE SHOULD HOOK UP-

Katy concluded that he did not realize she said his name without his badge on.

She became hot knowing that he took a picture of his erect penis and sent it to her simply out of convenience. She had made him hard from her visit to the shoe store.

Katy's apprehension turned to wild, lustful desire. She wiped her wet pussy with some toilet paper in a stall, but when she put her underwear back on, it was cold from being so wet from her recent arousal. She took her panties off, put them in her purse, and headed for the restaurant bar.

"Shot of tequila and a margarita on the rocks." She said confidently.

The bartender busied herself with Katy's order. She was trembling she was so flustered.

'How did I get here? What am I doing?' She asked. The past three days were a sexual rollercoaster. She felt as though she was out of control. What kind of wife was she? What kind of mother?

Katy licked some salt and shot the tequila, then took a bite out of the lime wedge, just as she had seen it done in a movie. The tequila burned as it went down, then the burn turned to warmth. It took her all of one minute to finish her margarita and she was on her way.

The alcohol relaxed her and gave her a new energy. She was going to walk right past "Her Sole" and out the doors to the mall. She will text Dwayne a picture of herself when she got home.

As she approached the store, something overtook her. It was a combination of the tequila, desire, and pure horniness. Rather than walk past the store, she turned and walked right back into it.

"Hi there! Something the matter with the shoes?" Dwayne looked at the box.

He thought he saw her look down at his crotch.

"Yes, Hi! Um, these are four inch heels, I wanted the six. I'm sorry!" Katy giggled.

"That is no problem, let's see if I have the right size."

Katy sat back down and sighed. She was feeling no pain. In fact, she was feeling very frisky.

"Here we go." Dwayne assumed the same sitting position he had before. He removed her shoes and placed the new shoe on both of her feet.

This time, due to her buzzed state, she placed both of her feet on his legs after he put the new shoes on. Her move confused Dwayne and even shocked Katy. She could see his cock swell, even under his baggy trousers.

Katy's cardigan sweater was pulled to the sides exposing her large, firm nipples through the fabric of her garment.

Dwayne looked at Katy differently after a few moments staring at her breasts. He sensed something was up.

In easily the boldest move of her entire life, Katy said,

"Hold on."

She reached in her purse and grabbed her phone. She quickly and carelessly scrolled through her pictures until she got to one of her most recent vagina pictures she took for him. She held the phone to her breast and took a deep breath. 'This is it, for sure.' She thought.

She turned the phone to show Dwayne.

Dwayne's eyes grew wide. He rocked backwards and leaned his back against the display wall.

"God damn! That's you?!" He was whispering loudly.

Katy only nodded.

Dwayne looked her up and down.

"Wow! You are fine!"

"Thank you, Dwayne." She blushed.

"You know; you weren't even supposed to get those texts. I got a new phone and misdialed my girlfriend's number. Here, look."

He took out his phone and showed Katy his girlfriend's phone number. The last two numbers were "37" and Katy's number ended in "73." If it weren't for this simple mistake Katy would most likely be at home folding laundry right now watching a movie on cable, oblivious to her new-found desires.