Dirty Black Summer Chapter 2

"I typed back telling him the one on my profile was the only one I had at the moment but I'd be willing to let him see all he wanted when we got together in person," she added.

"Has he said whether or not he's married?" Summer couldn't help but ask with a definite twinge of dread.

"Yeah...I asked him...he said 'No Comment'...I told him that was cool...that we're all adults," Trina replied. "He also asked if I was an escort of hooker...I told him 'No...I just like to have fun for the sake of having fun'...that really seemed to perk him up when he realized he wasn't going to have to pay for anything."

"Oh...look," Trina spoke up a minute or so later. "He's sending me a couple of pictures...saying this is what I have to look forward to."

In true Larry Franklin, drunken machismo form, he sent Trina a couple of digital pics of himself in various stages of undress.

"Damn Summer...your Husband has a nice package," Trina gasped, leaning forward in the chair as she stared at the picture of Larry holding his erect penis with a leering glare on his face.

"I've seen a few bigger over the years but tonight's gonna be fun!" she added, licking her lips and shimmying in her seat in the process.

"Don't get your hopes up too much," Summer spoke up. "That picture is about five years old I think...he's put on a few pounds since then."

Still, I could detect just a trace of melancholy in Summer's voice, as if she knew she might never get to fuck that cock she was staring at on the computer screen again. For all the shit I was sure Larry Franklin had put Summer through, I could tell deep down she still loved him, or at least the sex had been pretty good.

Massaging Summer's left shoulder as I sat beside her, watching her gaze grow more intent as she stared over Trina's shoulder at the screen, I could sense just how conflicted the married black woman was. On one hand she had to sit there literally witnessing her Husband willingly being seduced into yet another affair over the internet, but you could also see the look of growing anticipation in Summer's posture knowing that a freight train of shock was headed Larry's way.