They pulled through the entrance of Mark Twain National Forest, the big wooden sign welcoming them to one of the the Show Me State’s premiere woodland recreational sites. Lisa sat in the front seat next to her black lover, Derek, her long red hair tied in a pony tail.
“Where we going?” Jamel said from the back seat.
“We’re going to the trailhead,” Derek answered.
Derek ran his hand along Lisa’s pale white thigh. She shivered at his touch. The thrill of being with him had not waned, now a full six months after having given her married body to him.
“It’s plenty hot,” Jamel said. “You sure you wanna’ hike today?”
“We’ll be okay,” Derek said, sliding his hand between Lisa’s legs and rubbing her swollen mound. Without thinking the thirty four year old mother of three spread her legs wide so her tall, muscled black man could touch her as he liked.
“I’m not dressed for hiking,” she said. “I thought we were going swimming.”
Derek smiled. Lisa was a pretty woman with thick, sultry lips and sparkling green eyes. She had wore a pair of skimpy, near see through shorts and a v-neck tee shirt that showed her ample, freckled breasts. She wore no bra or panties – something Derek insisted on. “You’ll be fine,” he replied. “I know a quiet, spot not far off the beaten path. There’s a small pool by a stream. We can skinny dip and have fun there.”
Lisa frowned but said nothing. She had never skinny dipped and the idea worried her. The last thing she needed was to be arrested for going naked on government land. How would she explain that to her husband? Still, Derek had his mind set on skinny dipping. Her love and need for his approval made her willing to do almost anythig he asked. It sounded odd, admitting she was in love with a black man who used her for sex. She was his piece of ass. Oftentimes she wondered if he loved her back, but in the end her feelings for him kept her chained to his every wish.
“Jamel, you bring the beer,” Derek said, “and I’ll bring Lisa.” He grinned, fingered her pussy and kissed her lips. “Is that alright with you?”
Lisa smiled, feeling his rough, callussed fingers man-handling her soft, wet mound. “You know it is,” she said.
They parked in a lot close to the picnic area. The typical clan of park-goers paused to watch, some frowned, others smiled knowingly. Lisa felt naked in her outfit. Her nipples poked through her shirt and her shorts were cut so as to reveal her pearl white hips with each step. If she bent forward not only would her cleavage be revealed but also her pink nipples.
Derek took her hand and led her onto the trail, marked by red, yellow, and blue ribbons. Jamel brought up the rear, a knap sack filled with Bud Lite and beach towels on his shoulder.
When they passed a group of young men on the trail she felt her face burn red. The college aged boys took their time moving aside, devouring her body and grinning. One of them saw her wedding rings. The look on his face was enough to make her realize that it wasn’t hard for others to figure out that she was a suburban housewife with an itch being scratched by a black man -- and not her husband.
As the boys sauntered off, Derek took Lisa into his arms and kissed her passionately. She felt his lips press against hers, his tongue dart into her mouth, and his hands slide into her shorts. He pulled the fabric down just enough to show her pale hips to the retreating group. The boys gawked. Derek held her in his iron grip, allowing them a long, enveloping look. His gaze, hard and posessive, made it clear who was master of this red headed woman.
“Why did you do that?” Lisa asked after the young men were out of sight. She adjusted her shorts and stepped back to the trail.
“I like putting white boys in their place,” Derek, said. “None of them have dicks like mine and none of them can make a woman feel as good as a black man.” They moved through the brush quickly, sweat rolling off in thick beads. “Which reminds me. Have you cut your husband off yet?”
Lisa smiled. She loved her husband, but not in the same way she loved Derek. The idea confused her, but she wa able to push it aside. Sex with her husband was boring. She discovered that fact years before she found Derek. Sex with Derek was invigorating and steeped in taboo thrill. “Yes,” she said. “I had to be creative, but so far so good.”
Derek smiled. “Good girl. How did you do it?”
“I jack him off when he wants sex.”
“Oh my,” Derek laughed. “What’s it take, two fingers around that little cock?”
“Something like that,” Lisa said. “I talk dirty to him. I tell him I have a lover and my pussy is off limits. I tell him things that get him off – things he wants to hear. He likes to fantasize about me and other men. He doesn’t really believe I have a lover. He thinks I’m being erotic, playing with him.”
“Someday you will have to tell him for real,” Derek said. “And put him in his place for good.”
“I know, but not yet. Let me work on him this way. He cums so fast he does’nt mind that my pussy isn’t open for business.”
Derek laughed. “Okay baby. The pond is this way.”
The pond was small and surrounded by flat rocks. A canopy of trees reached up and over, clouding it in dark shadows. The floor was smooth rock, a wash out from years of rain. A small creek fed it water on one side and then bled it on the opposite side. The water was clear, clean, and ran at a leisurely pace.
Lisa stripped and waded into the waist deep water, feeling it’s cool, sweet fingers pressing the day’s heat back. Derek and Jamel undressed and watched from the bank. She looked at their dicks, big black fire hoses that hung low. Lisa went under and floated up, all 120 pounds of her naked flesh visible to the men. Their eyes were on her shaved pussy, something Derek insisted on. Her clitoris was long and swollen.
Lisa thought about the ride there, hours from home while her husband slaved away at work, not knowing what she was up to. They had stopped at a small country gas station. The owner had been an old friend of Derek’s. Derek made a point of showing her off to him, an old black man with salt and pepper hair. Her shirt was lifted and the old man gazed longingly at her breasts. Lisa didn’t protest. The man told Derek how lucky he was to have a fine young woman to fuck. Embarressed, Lisa stood by quietly while Derek let the man slip her shorts down and run his aged, arthritic hands along her hips, between her thighs, and across her soft, moist pussy.
“Yes lucky,” the old man said. “If I could get it up I’d take her from you.” He laughed good naturedly.
“Would you like to try her out – see if she can get your pecker up?” Derek asked.
The old man pondered the idea before shaking his head. “No, it aint no good. I’d love to fuck this woman but I know I can’t and that’s that.”
“Go ahead.”
“No. Besides, she’s your woman. I can tell from looking that she’s afraid of the idea.”
“No she’s not,” Derek said. “Are you Lisa?”
Hesitently Lisa shook her head.
“If I got her pregnant she’d be in a bad way,” the old man replied. “You’re married, aint you honey?”
Lisa nodded.
“Thought so. You on birth control?”
“No I’m not.”
“It’s okay,” Derek said. “She does what I tell her.”
The old man scratched his chin. “Well, as long as you’re fucking her bareback,” he said, “guess I could have a whack at it. Is that okay with you little missy?”
Lisa looked at Derek. “Yes,” she said finally, “it’s okay with me.”
The old man stared at her body. “Take her in my office. There’s a couch in there.”
Lisa was led to a backroom. There Derek slid her shirt and shorts off. She stepped out of her shoes and handed them to him.
“When he’s finished, come to the car. I’ll be waiting.”
“I have to go outside naked?” she asked. “Leave my clothes please.”
“It’s a short walk,” Derek said. Moving close, he fingered her hair. “You make him cum. In you, on you, whatever he wants. But do it.”
“Okay,” Lisa said, eyes cast down. She felt like such a slut allowing herself to be used and ordered about. “Derek, why do you do this to me?”
“You don’t mind, do you?”
