Two months later Carolyn mentions that her hard disk is running out of space. Bill browsing through the temporary internet files and the cookies to see if there's anything she might want to keep. An endless list of the usual sites. Yahoo, AOL, Oprah. Dark Cavern. Wait, Dark Cavern? What the hell is that? Holy shit, Interracial Candy? My Slut Wife? What the hell has she been looking at?
He went on line and found the Dark Cavern site. The opening page declared it was a site devoted to white wives and their black lovers. The teaser pictures stirred him. A chill then a thrill ran through him at the thought of Carolyn looking at this stuff on her own. Entrance to the site was protected by an age verification service. Fuck. He didn't want to pay to see what was in there, but he really wanted to see what was in there. He clicked on the Age Check info button and found that for an annual fee of $24.95 he could gain entrance to not only this site but "thousands" of other sites protected by this service. He signed up, listing his name as MR EX. Not very original, he thought. There's probably ten thousand other Mr. X's here. He was given the password MREXLONGDONG. Jesus, are they joking, he thought, laughing at the sillyness of the whole thing. Whatever, look out Dark Cavern, here comes MREXLONGDONG.
What he saw there gave him a very hard and fast education on interracial sex. He was expecting to be left cold by the usual professionally poised porn shots. Instead, here was story after story, complete with photos, from real people, white wives and/or their husbands, describing encounters they had sought out with black men of huge proportions. The women ranged from barely twenty to some in their fifies, from plain to beautiful. They had normal bodies, some thin, some fat, most in between, obviously not professional models, but real wives. The lighing was sometimes poor, and sometimes the eyes were hidden or blanked out, but overall it was a very powerfully stimulating tableau. But why was Carolyn visiting this site?
Bill clicked the "let's meet up" link. The ads were arranged geographically. Fine, let's try California. There were pages of ads from women seeking black men or husbands seeking black men for their wives. Some were from black men seeking white women. The ads were very explicit and most had photos. He scrolled throught several pages. They were arranged chronologically. Let's try the most recent, he thought. Going back to the ads posted thirty days ago, he began to read ad after ad until he came to:
Married white female in the 310 area code of Los Angeles California. Almost forty who just started fucking black men two months ago. Am married to a wonderful man, but he does not know about my sexual desires for black men. Am 5' 4" and 130lbs with long dark hair, 36D, beautiful ass or so I'm told. I have kids and can only fuck you when husband is at work and while they are in school. No nights or weekends. Currenly fucking two black men, but they are not always available. I have become a true big black dick craving lover and when husand is not around want big black dick all the time. Like black men who are over six feet tall with a muscular build, and attractive. I like to go places where no one knows me and be treated like a whore and talked to like a whore. My husband treats me nice, but I enjoy black men treating me like a slut, fucking me hard and cumming in me or in my mouth. Anal possible of you are gentle and get me hot enough. I do NOT want physical pain or marking. Send photo and information about yourself, please no one liners.
Black into Irish? Carolyn's Irish. The location and physical description are right on. But, fuck, it couldn't be her could it? There must be a thousand women fitting that description in this area code. But, still, just started two months ago? That's about when she was away for the weekend and she had been acting odd since then…
How to handle this? He thought for a few moments and then started navigating the net. First he set up a free email account at goomail.com. Hmmm, what name to use? Who was that black guy she saw once before we were married? Raymond. Yes, Raymond. How about raydoeswhite. The email service accepted the name. Next he perused the ads for Minnesota, thinking a Los Angeles woman probably wouldn't look there, until he found a picture of a black man who seemed to fit her qualifications. He saved the picture to disk. Ok, whoever you are, Mr. Big Dick, you're now Raymond. Now, then, the letter.
I saw your ad on Dark Cavern. You sound lovely to me. I am a forty year old black man, 6 foot, 190 pounds, and I'd love to satisfy you if you are as attractive as you sound. Attached is my photo. You will have to take my word for the adequacy of my equipment. Please Send me your photo. It doesn't have to be a naked or sex shot, just a normal photo would be fine.
Looking forward to hearing from you,
He attached the black man's picture. You bastard. I'd kill you if you ever touched my wife. He clicked send.
Now, to wait. And hope not. And imagine.