Note: Thanks to Stormbringer and his hot interracial stories that brought this wife some incredibly arousing ideas for her real life.

"Prelude"
Wife's View

How was I to know that things would come so far in just ten days? Looking back I wonder if things had been different –if we never got the package- what our sex life would be like? Would I have ever discovered these things on my own? I'm not sure...

"The wrong order"
Husband's View

The order from E&I came by UPS and my wife and I unwrapped the package. There were the lesbian DVDs I ordered! I was hoping to watch them with my wife- there was something really hot about her getting off looking at another woman. I've always fantasized about her with another woman and I enjoyed pressing the fantasy as far as I could with her. I doubted she would ever do anything but it was still sexy. A man could hope, right?

I looked at her as she thumbed through the DVDs and frowned. A whole bunch of them were titles like "My Wife's First Black Cock", "Once You Go Black", and something called "Cuckold" which was an unfamiliar term at the time. I didn't order any of that. I ordered the Lesbian Package, the Toy Package, and the Housewife Package but there was nothing in the descriptions about black guys.

While I didn't really think anything bad was about it, I knew my wife did not like black men at all. I scanned through the DVDs and sure enough a lot of them were interracial. The package also contained a vibrator and a dildo just like I ordered, but they weren't the right size or color. These were black and enormous; bigger than any guy's cock could possibly be and black.

"Well, what am I supposed to do with this? I'm not putting this thing up in me!" My wife said, tossing the vibrator back in the box. "And this one?" she read the label while holding up the dildo. "Is 'Lexcaliber, molded from Lexington Steele's actual cock'." She rolled her eyes and threw it into the box too.

Even the condoms were the wrong size. They were extra large "Magnums" which I didn't even know existed.

They must have sent us the wrong package. I put the contents of the package in a blue colored trunk we kept in the bedroom. It had all of our 'naughty' items like lingerie, a blindfold, some things to tie each other up with, and some older porn movies. We called it the 'blue box'. I was intending to return some of the items to E&I and I really should have returned the package earlier, but I got caught up in other things and forgot. It sat there for a long time untouched until one night when my wife decided to spice up the evening with a dirty movie. She reached in at random (at least I tell myself that now) and grabbed a DVD for us to watch. I suppose that's when I first noticed her change...

Day 1: Saturday
Wife's View
"It was an innocent idea"

We decided to have sex last night and to spice things up I suggested a dirty movie. The lights were out and I fumbled around in the dark in our trunk where we hid all the adult items we wouldn't want anyone finding. The movie I grabbed out of our 'blue box' just happened be an interracial movie and while we were having sex I found myself distracted by the perverse display on our television. The guy on the screen was a Negro and he had an enormous cock! I even let out a little "Wow!" when I saw it flop out of his pants like a big, black snake. I felt a little embarrassed though and mentioned nothing but it had to be ten inches long – almost twice as long as my husband's dick. As we continued to make love I couldn't help but stare a lot at that enormous dick!

I adjusted myself underneath my husband's body, saying that we were moving around to make our sex position feel better. But was I? Or was I just getting a better view of the TV screen? I didn't like black guys. I never liked their clothes or how they talked or their attitudes, but for some reason I couldn't stop watching that monstrous cock plowing into that girl! She must have been a real slut for doing it with some Negro. White women shouldn't be with black guys. Black guys grabbing those white tits with their dirty black hands, pressing their dark skin up against those girls, fucking them with long thick cocks, violating those white pussies. Sometime during the scene my husband finished having his fun with me and got up to go to the bathroom. I just lay there, riveted to the screen, my fingers buried in my sopping wet pussy. I couldn't help but rub my clit with my other hand, cumming while ogling that big, black dick.

I wasn't fantasizing about doing anything with that guy, of course. I would never even consider being with a black man- that would be just gross. Besides a cock that big would rip me in two! When I heard my husband coming back into the bedroom I stopped suddenly and went to go wash up. Did my husband notice me staring at the TV? I hope not! He might have gotten the wrong impression.

Husband's View
"Wow! E&I came through for me!"

I couldn't believe how worked up my wife got last night. When I first got that package from E&I I was a little annoyed. There was a lot of interracial stuff and a couple of giant dildos. My wife doesn't like black guys but the movie prices were really good and she did say she wanted some dirty DVDs to spice things up.

I was hoping that she was going to watch a girl-girl movie but she picked out one of the guy-girl ones instead. That's okay since I don't think she even watched it. She probably just liked the sound of sex in the background and I wasn't about to complain. Besides I think that first scene had a black guy in it and that might have put her in a bad mood. She isn't racist or anything but I know that black guys just aren't her turn-on.

I had been trying to get her to explore some of those lesbian fantasies for awhile now and maybe these movies will do the trick!

Day 2: Sunday
Wife's View
"My Dark Curiosity"

I suggested we have a rendezvous again since the week is starting anew and we wouldn't have a lot of time for each other. But when bedtime rolled around I told my husband I was too tired for sex and wanted to turn in early. He told me he'd be up an hour later after he read some emails on the computer.

After getting ready for bed I realized I wanted a quick cum, so I looked in my drawer and took out my pink vibrator that I typically use to finish the job when my husband is done. But when I went to turn it on I heard it sputter and stop. Crap! I went to the 'blue box' and grabbed the big black vibrator and opened it up, hoping to use the batteries that came with it. Unfortunately it took C batteries and mine were AA's. I turned it on and it vibrated strongly in my hands. It was an ugly vibrator but I was guessing it would feel great. Hmmm. My eyes drifted over to the DVD case from the movie we watched last night. I flipped it over and stared at the back cover – that dick could not be real! I put the DVD away and grabbed another interracial cover just out of curiosity. It was another black actor and he was well hung too! I had time before my husband came up from the computer so I impulsively popped the DVD in the player and began to watch it. I wasn't in the mood before, but the sight of another enormous cock just did something to me and I wanted to cum so bad now.

The black vibrator felt thick in my fist. I started sliding it along my pussy lips. The long dark shaft reminded me of the big cock on the screen. The porn actress was acting like such a whore, bouncing up and down on the Negro guy's dark member and howling like an animal. It must have been the new batteries or the toy or something because I came in less than a minute. Unlike most nights when I masturbated, I didn't stop this time. I kept watching the scene which seemed to go on forever. I counted at least three orgasms from the girl. Only a dirty slut would fuck a black guy like that. His massive dong was punishing her soaked pussy and I found myself wishing I was right there, watching that girl getting used with that big black cock in front of me. I whispered to myself, "Yeah, fuck her pussy! She's such a dirty slut! She needs it bad!"

My hubby came upstairs and caught me playing with myself before I could conceal the evidence. I could swear he heard me talking dirty to myself too! I told him I was just about to come and get him from downstairs. He looked at the TV screen and saw the black guy on top of the girl and his eyebrows went up. I had to come up with an excuse, so I talked about how pretty the girl was and how I chose the scene just for her, secretly hoping he would buy the story. The truth was I had picked the scene for that big, chocolate colored rod, although I could barely admit it to myself at the time let alone tell my husband.

"Maybe you were admiring the male actor as well?" he asked. I denied it, saying that I don't like black guys and how I can't believe those girls really like it. My husband climbed into bed next to me and jacked off while watching me rub my black vibrator on my clit. His eyes were on me but the whole time I couldn't stop looking back and forth from my husband's white dick to the porn star's massive black dick. I came watching the screen, my orgasm shaking my whole body.

Afterwards I felt guilty again, not to mention embarrassed. Now my husband was going to think I like black guys when I really didn't. "We have to get some new movies," I complained, realizing I was gawking at the TV again, my fingers slowly brushing my pussy lips. The girl's moans filled the air as one orgasm after another rocked her body. My husband reached across, grabbed the remote, and turned off the movie, snapping me back to reality. I went and washed my new toy off, wondering how much of it would fit up inside of me.

Husband's View
"Is she ever going to watch the lesbian movies?"

So last night wasn't quite what I expected. My wife and I watched TV till late. I kept waiting for her to suggest we go upstairs for 'rendezvous' as she likes to call it. But as the night went on I got tired and so did she I suppose. Still, I was annoyed with her so I stayed downstairs and worked on some things on the computer that I had intended to finish during the day. Once I was done I got ready for bed and went upstairs.

As I approached the steps to our room I heard moaning and porn music. There was a girl screaming like she was experiencing the biggest orgasm of her life. Was she watching one of the lesbian movies I got? I tiptoed half way up the steps and I heard my wife moaning. Not a loud moan but certainly one of pleasure.

I went up the steps, peaked around the corner and saw her lying on the bed with her knees up under the cover. She noticed me immediately and tried to cover up. Then she told me she was just about to come and get me after she got done "warming up". I looked at the screen and there was a beautiful girl getting it doggie style from a black guy's dick. That thing couldn't be real! I tried not to compare but it was obvious he was way bigger than me. Almost a foot long from what I could see was stroking in and out of the porn girl's wet hole. The sound of the girl orgasming was cutting through the air. Why did my wife pick this movie?

As if she knew what I was thinking, she said, "Oh I saw the girl on the cover and thought she was hot looking." At least she was checking out the girl, not the guy. Or was she?

"Are you sure you weren't admiring the male actor as well?" She denied it. I guess she was telling the truth since she said she didn't want to have sex. Instead she invited me to lie down next to her while she rubbed her vibrator all over her pussy. It wasn't the little pink vibrator she kept in her nightstand however. It was the long black one E&I had sent us in error.

"What happened to your pink toy?" I asked.

"Oh, we're out of AA batteries and this one took C batteries so I just tried it out." She watched me jack off which I knew excited her. I came watching her play with herself and I asked her if she came too. She said she already had come once and was working on her second orgasm. Why was she still playing with herself then? Normally she just gets off and stops but tonight she must have cum and kept going. He body rocked about as the buzzing sound from the vibrator competed with her moans and the screams from the TV. When she was finished cumming a second time she complained that the movies from E&I weren't her style and that we should get some different ones. I suggested we get some AA batteries as well and she readily agreed.

She left to go to the bathroom.

Day 3: Wednesday
"My frustration turns to lust"

I felt bad about snubbing my husband last night so I talked to him on the phone at work about how I was going to 'make it up' to him when I got home from work. "None of that black-guy-porn. Just you and me and a hot night together." I told him to wait up for me for when I get home.

Work ran late for me though and I was hungry when I got in. Not wanting to break my promise I dropped everything, ate a quick snack, decide to forego my recorded soap operas, and made my way upstairs. I grabbed a sexy nightie from the guest room, put it on, and went and spruced up in the bathroom. I admired my body in the mirror, thinking, "I look pretty damn good for a woman my age!" I decided to play with my tits and rub my pussy a little just to get in the mood. I normally wasn't this sexed up but this week I felt more energized. I went up to the bedroom to find him...asleep.

The TV was on – the glowing DVD screensaver bounced around on the screen. I turned on the light. I tried to shake him gently, but he was out cold. After failing to wake him I got frustrated that he hadn't waited for me. Then I noticed the bottle of lube and the remote controls were on my pillow and I glance over at the DVD player. There was a lesbian porn DVD case out and I realize he jacked off without me. "I can't believe you couldn't wait for me!" I said out loud, throwing on my robe. Now I was irritated and horny with nobody to take care of me.

I desperately needed some penetration tonight so I grabbed my black vibrator, the lube, and reached into the 'blue box' to get a large Magnum condom that came with the E&I package. The material from the vibrator had mildly irritated me so I thought a condom would do the trick.

I looked though the movies and realized he had moved them around- probably looking for something special for himself, no doubt. I decide that two could play at that game and started looking for a movie too. No lesbian stuff though. No nice stuff either. I was in the mood for dick tonight. I need something fast. And dirty. "And BIG" I couldn't stop but think. In frustration I grab another interracial DVD and went downstairs. I put the DVD in the player and watched it on the big screen while lounging on the sofa. I started to tingle all over as I watched a pretty white girl sucking on a black dick the size of her arm. The guy was muttering something under his breath but I was engrossed with the scene regardless. Perhaps it was the big screen TV experience of seeing something like that cock as larger than life.

The black guys annoyed me every time I watched them, but they were really well hung. They were bigger than the white guys in the porn movies and definitely bigger than my husband. Now I know the girls are porn actresses but they certainly didn't look like they were acting in those scenes. They moaned and screamed and begged to get fucked harder. How did they take all of that manhood up inside of them? That big dick penetrating all that white pussy made me so horny that I needed to feel some penetration myself. I un-wrapped the extra large condom and slid it over the toy. "My husband can't use these anyway," I mused, thinking how there was a whole product line of these Magnum condoms. "There must be a lot of really well hung guys out there," I thought, trying to imagine a white guy with a big cock. I failed miserably, distracted by the chocolate skinned Negro on the screen with a dick almost a foot long.

The black guy in the movie wasn't wearing a condom but if he did he would have needed a big one like the one I used on the vibrator. I plunged my black toy inside of me. It felt so good, pumping it in time with the black man in the movie, and I had to cum. Thinking about my hubby's missed rendezvous, I said to myself, "My husband's loss is my BIG gain!" I was still dressed in my sexy nightie and I couldn't help but think of myself as a porn actress, picturing my own wet cunt getting filled up while I slid up and down on a thick dark cock. Now I never fantasized about being with somebody other than my husband – I always tried to picture myself watching a scene in front of me. So it came as a shocking surprise that I was fantasizing about this! I rubbed my clit furiously with that rubber phallus buried deep in my cunt, cumming while watching the white girl getting slammed. I watched the movie for a little while longer, amazed at those male specimens, shocked at how much it turned me on, ashamed that I was watching all these black guys again, guilty that I had fantasized about another man – a black man at that.

The spell was broken. "What is wrong with me?" I said to myself. A half hour had passed watching this stupid porn movie. I was all wound up and decided I needed to watch my soap opera before going to bed to purge all the interracial images from my mind.

Husband's View
"What was she doing last night?"

"None of that black-guy-porn," she said. "Just you and me and a hot night together." It sounded good to me despite the fact that I was already super tired. Well, I might have gotten a little bit too excited in anticipation of the evening. While she was at work I decided to stack the deck in my favor.

I went to the 'blue box' where we kept our porn stash. The plastic shell the black vibrator was still in there and I tossed it in the trash. Underneath there was the second big toy that E&I sent us. On the case said it was molded from a real porn star's cock; some guy named Lexington Steele. I didn't believe it at first but from the movie my wife was watching the other night it might have been true. It didn't mean all black guys were big, though. Still, I didn't want her getting any ideas. I buried the toy underneath some of her nighties. Not wanting to take a chance, I shoved the interracial porn to the back as well.

I continued to rummage in the 'blue box' again and selected some of the hot looking girl-girl DVDs. I put those on top so that she would see them first. There was one inside the box that looked particularly hot so I put it on and checked it out. My intention was to just find a sexy scene and have it queued up for her tonight. Watching those girls licking on each other though got me worked up and I decided to take matters into my own hands.

After I was done getting off, the fatigue of the day set in. Yes, I told my wife that I would stay up but now I was zonked. I was hoping she would wake me. She might have tried but I don't remember a thing. When she came to bed finally I could have sworn I heard the 'blue box' open and shut. Did I leave the movie out last night? I couldn't remember. I must have left it out and she must saw it and put it away! Why else would she be going into our porn stash?

The next day she said nothing about it. I apologized for not waiting up and she told me not to worry about it but I couldn't help but feel that something was amiss.

Day 4: Thursday
"Suspicions mount"

When I got home Thursday it was a bit embarrassing. I snuck upstairs after my wife left for work to see if the lesbian DVD I watched last night was still out. It wasn't. so I went to the blue box to see where it was. Not only could I not find it but all of the lesbian porn was gone. Every DVD, every book, every magazine. Yup, she caught me and was mad about me jerking off without her. I didn't bring it up and she didn't ask, but she was definitely mad. Did she throw them away? All of the interracial DVDs were still in the box though.
I looked for the threesome DVDs we ordered and I only found one - it was interracial too. The whole box looked neat and orderly, each DVD case displaying some black dude having his way with a white woman. In every picture the woman looked either as happy as can be or in the midst of a screaming orgasm. One cover pictured presumably a wife and a black guy pointing at her husband and laughing. "I need to get rid of these DVDs", I thought to myself.

I called E&I and asked what their return policy was - they told me I could only return the full order, not just a few DVDs. I hung up. It was a good thing my wife was not all that interested in black guys. I didn't like the idea of her watching these. I picked up the movie case that she was watching the other night, the one she claimed she picked for the cute girl. "It's Big, It's Black, It's Jack" was the title and the woman on the front did look attractive. She didn't seem like my wife's type, but it was nice to think she didn't pick the DVD because of this 'Jack' guy. I put the DVD away and closed the box.

"Time to go shopping"
Wife's View

It was all my husband's fault. He ordered all these movies and then jerked off without me home?! It was the afternoon and I was upset about last night. I suppose part of my frustration was how I had been acting lately, but it didn't help when your own husband would rather play with himself watching a bunch of lesbians than be with his own wife.

During the afternoon I went upstairs with a trash bag. I took all the lesbian movies and magazines out of the box and put them in the bag behind the bed where he wouldn't see them. Of course while I was sorting through all the DVDs my eyes kept focusing on the black men that invariably pass through my vision. I hated to admit it but my pussy was getting tingly again and I knew it was from looking at all those interracial couplings on the covers. Fuck, they look so hot!

I took all the white-guy DVDs out as well and dumped them into the bag with the lesbian stuff. Looking back, the 'blue box' now looked like a shrine to black men, filled with interracial DVDs, magazines, and the two big toys of course. I put the black vibrator in my nightstand – just anticipating I might need it again until I could get some new AA batteries.

I unwrapped the clear plastic and started thumbing through one of the magazines E&I had sent. Each section featured a white girl surrounded by at least four black guys, their cocks dwarfing every man I had ever had in my life. I couldn't believe that one woman could take all that cock! In her hands, her mouth, her pussy, her ass! My body was super-sensitive and my face was flushed. I threw the magazine back in the box and shut the lid.

I was leaving work and there were two black guys hanging out in the parking lot. They worked in the same office as me and had been very polite when I spoke with them. I locked the car doors anyway. When I got home from work I started thinking about all the 'black guy' porn we had while I watch TV and snacked. Then decided I needed to do some shopping for some more quality adult entertainment. I took out my own laptop, hoping to hide my searches for a nice pink vibrator and maybe some sexy soft romantic type of porn movies. I also wanted to get a vibrator that was hypo-allergenic. The black one felt really good but the material irritated me and I didn't feel like using a condom for a toy. Besides, I was trying to get away from the 'black' fantasies and that toy would constantly remind me of my fantasy-indiscretions.

I signed onto our email first and saw the E&I Invoice amongst the various notifications. I opened it up and looked at the order. It said nothing about interracial stuff at all or that the toys were black. How could they have screwed up the order that bad? I clicked on their website, hoping that maybe I could return some of the DVDs for a credit. The website had a male sign-on and a female sign-on. That was peculiar but I didn't think too much of it at the time. I went on the female side of the site and it prompted me for my most recent order. I typed it in and it took me to the order description. Just like the invoice, there was no mention of interracial stuff at all.

I was already here though so I started looking for some toys. I clicked on the "Most Popular" tab and I couldn't believe what toys had come up. Each one was black and thick and huge! Did other women really like these things? I found one that E&I had already accidently sent me – the Lexcaliber - which was molded from a real cock, but I was surprised there were more! Mr. Marcus, Sean Michael, and others were all names I recognized from the porn movies the last couple of nights. Surely these couldn't be the most popular toys. What about all the cute pink and purple ones I had seen in the adult stores years ago?

I clicked on the DVDs section and went to the "Most Popular" tab there. My memory from the night was a blur but each title was certainly not the romantic type I was looking for: Once You Go Black, Black Owned, It's Big It's Black It's Jack, Interracial Fantasies, White Wife Black Cock, My Wife Went Black, etc.

I looked at every DVD cover, inspecting the front and back carefully. While I was shopping I found myself rubbing my pussy and teasing it, spanking it for being bad. "My bad little white pussy!" I correct myself. I'm wishing I had the toys from upstairs with me now.

Gone were my intentions of buying romantic DVDs and cute pink toys. Now I just wanted some new black-cock-fucking-white-girl-filled DVDs. Definitely a new big black dildo too. Double headed dildos, vibrating dildos, inflatable dildos, even a 10 inch black strap-on that my regular sized hubby could fit over his normal size penis. I went back to the Sean Michaels dildo and gawked at it lustfully. To feel what his cock would be like inside of me! Mmmm...

An hour later I was over $200 poorer. I clicked the purchase button before I could change my mind and sent the order in over the fastest delivery. Even the shipping cost was more than I had ever spent on an adult toy but I didn't care. I clicked on the 'free picture' section on the website and quickly found pictures of black men's cocks. I put it on the 'slideshow' option and watched one massive black dick after another pass in front of me while fingering myself furiously. My skirt was hiked way up and my legs were spread wide on the sofa. When I orgasmed I let out a scream I was sure would wake my husband. I quickly shut my laptop down and got ready for bed.

Day 5: Friday
Husband's View
"Suspicions mount"

I got home Friday and checked the case while my wife was at work. The big "Lexcaliber" dildo was gone now. She must have thrown it away too. Still, I couldn't help but suspect it was stashed someplace. Was she using it? I brushed the thought aside- my wife didn't like black guys and would definitely not use a big black dildo shaped like one of their cocks. The Magnum condoms were opened though and I wondered if maybe I had opened them accidently at some point. I looked through and noticed one was missing.

That same night, after I had gone to bed, I heard my wife come to bed again, and this time I was sure I heard the 'blue box' opening and closing and I specifically heard something go into it. Whatever she put in the box sounded heavy.

Well, it was Friday and I was certainly not expecting anything to happen tonight after she got off work, but I put my hands on her to make a move anyway. She pushed my hands away and said she was too tired.

"We can do something tomorrow," she told me, her voice trailing off like she was falling asleep already. Boy, she must have had a rough night!

Wife's View
"I can't stop thinking about it"

For four nights I had watched a dozen white girls get penetrated and filled up with enormous black cocks. The thought of a black man made my breathing shallow and my face flushed. When a black guy was on television or out in public I start to wonder how good he fucked, if he liked white women, if his cock was thick and dark and long. I couldn't even make eye contact with the black guys at work, my face getting flushed and red when I saw them looking at me. Those dicks in the movies were twice as big as anything I have ever had in me and despite the fact it would hurt I find myself curious about how one would feel inside my pussy. That combined with that luscious, forbidden dark skin maked my pussy tingle uncontrollably.

I decided that tonight was going to be my 'fun alone night' since I was not working on Saturday and my husband would probably be pestering me for sex tomorrow. Besides, I needed to get this fascination with black men out of my system and I thought one really sexy, uninhibited night by myself might do it.

I went upstairs during the afternoon. Looking into the 'blue box' I grab the Lexcalibur dildo and pulled it out of the plastic clamshell; it felt so heavy an thick in my hand. I couldn't wait for my new toys to arrive – I needed a big cock tonight! I also took the lube, a Magnum condom, and two interracial movies (I just couldn't decide which one I wanted the most) and I hid them in a white plastic bag. I stashed them downstairs in the cabinet above the washer and dryer where I knew my husband would never look. I only hoped he was asleep when I get off from work. I jumped on my laptop and went back to the E&I website to confirm my order had shipped. My stomach had butterflies at the sight the words, "IN TRANSIT". I had a lot of chores to do today but it didn't keep me from looking at some links from the E&I main site. One of them was an extremely hot interracial site featuring nothing but black men fucking white girls and I rubbed my clit quickly to an orgasm while watching the previews.

While at work we had a meeting with the boss and one of the black men (the best looking one) sat next to me. I heard nothing the entire meeting, spending the whole time staring at his big dark hands and stealing glances at his crotch.

On the drive home I didn't even listen to music. My mind kept wandering to the goodies I hid in the laundry room. When I came home from work, I immediately went upstairs to see if he was asleep. Thankfully he was out like a light. I got my toy and DVDs out and turned on the TV. There is no desire to watch my typical shows tonight. I grabbed a snack, a glass of wine, and watched one white girl after another getting the fuck of their lives while those black studs filled up their cunts with their giant tools. By the time I was done with my food and drink, I was more than ready to feel what those girls were feeling.

Not wanting to take a chance with my pussy getting irritated, I slid the condom over the Lex dildo's shaft, pour the lube on it and stroked it in my hand. It feels so much bigger than any man I've had before and even bigger than the black vibrator. I was amazed that it is a mold from a real cock, but even more amazing is that there were guys in the movies that were even longer and thicker. "Black men can't all be this big, can they?" I pondered. The answer was seemingly YES! Queuing up another good scene on the DVD I pushed the dildo inside of me – it was huge but I was more surprised at how my tight pussy hungrily took it in. I started pumping it slow at first but my juices were flowing and it wasn't long before I started to pound myself.

Listening to the girls in the movie screaming in pleasure made me jealous for that thick black dick. I fucked myself hard while watching them, wanting that giant black dong to make me cum. I whisper out loud, "Fuck my pussy!" but it didn't sound naughty enough for the moment so I tried again. "Fuck my white pussy with your big black dick!" I said aloud, wishing it was me in the movie. Wishing it was my body being taken and ravished, using me so I didn't have to admit how bad I want that dark skinned body on top of mine. I watched the DVDs for over two hours, making sure to make the evening last, pumping myself to orgasm, occasionally rubbing my clit to give my sore pussy a break.

When I finally got to bed I was wiped out. My pussy was aching but incredibly satisfied. If a dildo felt that good, what would the real thing feel like? I dumped my DVDs and toys in the 'blue box' and fell fast asleep. The last thing I remember thinking about was spreading my legs while being shamelessly pounded by a big black stud.

Day 6: Saturday
"I need more"
Wife's View

It was early morning and my husband was already out of bed, downstairs doing who-knows-what. It was quiet. I was alone. My first thought of the day was BLACK COCK. Didn't I see enough of it last night? Hadn't I been able to put this obsession within me to rest? I was a wife, an educated woman, happily married and-

I want to ride a big fat black cock so bad.
I want to rub my hands over that smooth chocolate skin.
I want to ride a nice long dick like a porn star slut.
I want my body to be used and taken by a bunch of black thugs.
I want to be a Southern Belle instructing her Negro slave to service her every need.
I want to be the dirty housewife seducing the young black stud next door.
I want to be the married woman caught riding a big black dick by her husband.

I jumped out of bed, popped in another interracial movie and lubed up the Lexcaliber dildo. I couldn't even bother with the condom. Into my sore pussy the black dildo dove and I went blissfully into my fantasy world once again. I vaguely remember shutting the movie off and stuffing the dildo into my nightstand. My husband woke me up an hour later, wondering why I was so tired.

One thing didn't work from last night– my obsession was not out of my system. I needed more! The guilt of my interracial fantasies was fading, replaced with an unquenchable desire. Unlike the days before I couldn't look at the E&I website or any of the other interracial sites I had considered joining – we had company coming over and the house was noisy and filled with distractions. My husband kept making advances on me, touching me, kissing me when nobody else was looking. My guess was he had been missing my company. Too bad for him that he decided to whack off on Wednesday instead of waiting up for me.

Of course I had been far worse this week. I had been watching interracial porn all week, I bought two new toys, half a dozen new interracial DVDs, went and fucked myself to near exhaustion last night with the toy I already had, and had already cum watching black-on-white porn early this morning. Despite being sore my pussy yearned for that thick dick inside of me. What would my husband think about my new obsession? Would he be jealous or excited? Maybe it was time to find out?

My package arrived and I quickly brought it upstairs before anyone could question it. My hubby was talking with our friends and I took the box and hid it behind the bed. I wasn't ready for him to know what I had purchased.

After our company left, I snuck up to the bedroom, telling my hubby that I needed to use the bathroom so he didn't follow me. I was tempted to go into the package that had arrived but I decided to play it safe and go with a movie we already had. I picked out a movie that has a really long hot scene of a well hung black guy with a white girl and kept it in the DVD player upstairs. The scene after this one wasn't bad either. It took awhile to pick the right movie but I didn't want to run out of time for my evening's plans. I staged my Lexcaliber dildo in my night stand ready to go. I then grabbed a sexy outfit I could wear during sex and stashed it in the guest bedroom.

As the evening rolled along we watched TV and chit-chatted. I suggested we retire to the bedroom. We washed and while my hubby was waiting upstairs, I slipped into the lingerie I stashed earlier. Without even asking, I put on the interracial movie I picked earlier and then suggested that we do the positions just like the porn stars. My husband readily agreed but asked why it was another interracial movie. I told him, "We can't exactly watch a lesbian movie and copy what they're doing." The lesbian comment shut him up.

My pussy was still sore from the previous evening with my 'Lex' toy but thankfully the material didn't irritate me. My husband's dick felt nice inside me but the effort of following along with the porn stars ends quickly when my husband cums. I deviate from the plans and asked hubby to make me cum with his tongue while the girl in the movie was giving head. He licked me really well and it felt good grabbing his hair and forcing his mouth on my waiting slit while I watched the black guy getting a blowjob on the TV screen. The porn star's hands didn't even fit around the black guy's dick it was so thick! I came from hubby's tongue dancing on my clit and then he started to mount me again. Licking me always got my husband excited too so he finally got around to having sex a second time. He fumbled with a condom (a regular sized condom, I couldn't help but note) and we fucked for as long as he could hold out. While it felt good to be with an actual person, I just couldn't help but wishing he was longer, and thicker, and blacker.

Eventually my husband spasmed in excitement, shooting a little white load in his condom. "The black guy is still fucking his girl though," I mumbled jealously. My evening plans were not quite over.

It was then or never. Nervously, I mentioned to my hubby that "I'm not done yet." He looks up from his pillow, and I continue, "I want to cum again, but this time like the girls in the movie."

"I think I can go again if you want if you wait awhile," he tried. I looked down at his penis.

"I was hoping for something... bigger tonight?" I said coyly as I pulled out the Lex dildo.

"I thought you didn't like black guys?" he chided.

I reply, "I don't like black men. It's just their cocks are so BIG I can't help but get excited."

"Aren't I big enough?"

"Not THAT big!" I gesture at the screen. I pleaded with him, "It's not like you didn't make me cum, and I just want to try something different. Besides, you got to cum twice."

I handed him the black dildo before he could respond, queued up the next hot scene, got on all fours, and told him to fuck me with the dildo in time with the guy in the movie. While my hubby pushed the dildo in and out of me, my eyes were glued to the TV screen. I had to instruct him how far to thrust it at first, but he started to get the hang of it after a minute or two.

It was delectable getting filled up with all that manhood and my husband was actually letting me get away with it! He now knew that I liked big cocks, but what he didn't know is how hot I got seeing all that black skin. Not yet anyway.

At first I wasn't sure if I should say anything but then I started whispering, "Push that big cock in me."

My whispers got louder and louder as I rock back against the toy, "Pump that big black dick in me!" It made me feel so naughty and my husband's lack of complaining got me going even louder.

At that point I didn't care if my husband approved or not, I just want that dark meat inside of me and I wasn't afraid to say it, repeating over and over "Fuck my white pussy!"

Eventually I couldn't stand it anymore, grabbing the big toy out of his hands and started pounding myself while talking dirty like a crazed woman. I came, watching the scene with the dildo inside of me, screaming out over and over again, "I love black cock!"

"Now that was an orgasm," I cooed, smiling widely. My husband had a surprised expression on his face so I explained, "Sorry, you were good too, honey." I handed him the dildo and asked him to clean it for me. Hubby was quiet, maybe a little insulted, but he would get over it I was sure. He went downstairs to the bathroom, looking a little stunned that I was acting in such a dirty way. My head was swimming and I stretched and relaxed from my second orgasm. I smiled, closed my eyes, and imagined a huge dark body pressing me into the mattress, my hands grabbing his ass, and that black cock shooting a hot load of cum deep up into my pussy.
"The truth comes out"
Husband's View

I guess I was wrong about the lesbian movies. I was wrong about a lot of things. My wife kept saying that she didn't like black guys but there she was, fucking herself like an animal in heat with a big black dildo, yelling out how she loves black cock and staring at the interracial porn movie the whole time. The only thing worse was that I actually helped her!

I guess I got caught up in the moment. My wife rarely gets creative about sex so when she suggested using the toy I just went for the ride. Her pussy juices still clung to my mouth while she pleasured herself. The filthy things that came out of her mouth sounded like the girls in the movie. Could she have been just caught up in the moment as well? Yes, that must be what it was.

Day 7: Sunday
"Ashamed"
Husband's View

My dreams last night were bizarre. In my dream I was watching a porn movie by myself but it was my wife in the video fucking a big black dildo over and over. I woke up and my cock was hard. What was wrong with me? I was thinking about my wife with an eleven inch black dildo up inside of her and I was getting excited? That was just perverse, and wrong, and... I was stiff as a board. I started rubbing my cock, trying to think of anything but last night. I failed. I spat on my dick and rubbed it fast and furious, the whole time last night's display played out in my head. My wife was screaming "Fuck my white pussy!" She wasn't fantasizing about me or even a white guy. She was thinking about a black guy fucking her! MY WIFE!

I looked down at the cum all over my hand and felt self conscious all of a sudden. I cleaned up and tried not to think about it at all. I tried getting up early and getting some things done around the house. The thought lingered the whole afternoon much to my dismay. Perhaps getting all those movies wasn't such a good idea.

"I've always wanted a cuckold!"
Wife's View

My husband was already out of bed and I was so happy that he was. No doubt he was working on the car or the yard or other chore. I cracked open the package and frantically ripped the plastic off of every toy and DVD. The clamshells labeled "Black Thunder" and "Sean Michaels" poked out of the trash can and I giggled thinking about how big they were. I wasn't sure I was ready for them to be honest so I brought out the Lexcaliber and my black vibrator and compared all four. I touched each one slowly, feeling the ridges, the smell of rubber and latex filling the air.

The first DVD I unwrapped was called Housewives Gone Black. I scanned each scene, watching one wife after another taking a black lover while her husband was gone. Occasionally the husband would catch her at the end, or watch her while saying nothing. Those scenes in particular made my pussy juices flow and the Lexcaliber quickly found its way into my waiting cunt. The orgasm was fantastic and it spurred me to look at another DVD.

The second movie was called Cuckold Creamed Cuties and each scene was a girl getting fucked by a black guy in front of her small dicked boyfriend or husband while she compared their dicks. The black dildo was back in my pussy before I could think about it, sliding in and out of me and filling me up. I watched those chocolate lovers unload their sperm up in those white pussies and watched it dripping out of their cunts while their loser boyfriends looked on helplessly. I came to almost every scene, listening to the dirty talk and screaming orgasms as loud as I dared.

It was now seven days of black men fucking white girls. Seven days of my pussy filled with black toys and wishing it was the real thing. Of reading interracial magazines. Of watching white women being satisfied by black cocks. Of watching little white husbands cast aside as their wives are ravished by big dark skinned lovers. Of watching two girls fight for a foot long black rod. Of watching four black guys using and taking one white girl in a perverse gangbang and admiring the pure look of pleasure on her face.

I arranged the day around having some alone time. "I just need a few minutes to myself," I told him, forcing him to go grocery shopping for me while I retired to the bedroom. I just couldn't decide between a scene with a wife cheating on her husband or cuckolding her husband. Both were so hot and I thought about how good –how bad- it would feel to have my hubby watching me fuck a black man. I rubbed my pussy while I watch the interracial scene- the orgasm rocked my body. I was still in the mood to be dirty, though, so I set the scene back to the beginning.

After my husband came back from shopping I told him that I had gotten off watching a porno movie and that I wanted him to jack off by himself to the same scene I came to. He seemed excited about our clandestine afternoon game, until he found out what kind of scene it was. When he came down I asked him if he liked it. "It was alright I suppose" he said.

"Did you cum?" I asked him in a whisper?

"Yeah, I guess." Things were going just the way I wanted.

We went out for dinner that night and he said nothing about the afternoon movie. Were his feelings hurt? Did it matter? "I liked you watching me last night", I whispered in his ear. I emphasized the watching as I brushed against his crotch.

"Maybe I'd like to do more than watch you tonight," he teases back.

"Maybe. You've been such a good boy these days."

We get in late from our dinner and drinks and I could tell my man needed to cum. He kept grabbing my ass and my tits and generally being annoying. I let him do it though. I told him to arrange things in the bedroom for our evening by getting some of our less commonly used adult fun toys out. Years ago we bought some wrist and ankle ties that were fuzzy but did a good job securing somebody to the bed. We hadn't used them in awhile since I really don't like being tied up so he was obviously excited at the prospect of trying once again. I put on some red lipstick and darker eye shadow and put on a nice Betsy Johnson corset with some thigh high stockings. I pulled my panties on over the top. I wasn't about to wear high heels to bed but with that small exception I looked just like a porn star. I felt sexy to the core.

I went upstairs, dressed to please, and tied my husband's hands to the bed. He was a little surprised that it was him getting tied up and not me, but I told him, "Don't worry; It's going to be fun."

I took my panties off and then teased his cock by licking it and sliding against it, rubbing it and tickling it with my hair. I sat on his face in a 69 position and he feverishly licks my pussy. It felt so good having his tongue darting over my clit and his mouth devouring my pussy mound.

I felt him get rock hard as I licked and pump his dick. His six inch white dick... My mind wandered again and the most perverted thoughts came flooding back. Images of black cocks ten inches long, twelve inches long, fourteen inches long! Black cocks as thick as my arm, reaming white girls and filling their stretched out cunts with gobs and gobs of sticky semen. White girlfriends cheating on their boyfriends with dark skinned lovers. Wimpy husbands forced to watch their wives get pleasured by black studs.

My focus was back on my husband's six inch penis twitching in my hand... Before he could cum, I stopped and climbed off of him. Now I had every intention of being with him that evening, but there was something about the moment that I just couldn't let go. He wass bound and couldn't get away. I could do anything I wanted. We were both buzzing from our drinks that night and my inhibitions went right out the window.

He looks confused and asks if I am going to untie him. I said, "Not yet".

He asked if he could cum and I said, "Not yet."

I climbed out of bed, went to the 'blue box', grabbed my favorite interracial movie, and put it on. When my hubby realized it's another interracial DVD he started to complain, but I took my panties and shoved them in his mouth like a gag. He looks so helpless all tied up and unable to speak, it made me want to say and do the most wicked things.

I start talking about how nice his cute little cock looks and how it's almost enough to satisfy my pussy. I grabbed both of my new black toys and set them on the bed, equipping them with new Magnum condoms. Picking up the Black Thunder dildo and holding it against his dick in comparison, I grined, "Well you are half as big as a black man, honey!" He looked mad, struggling and trying to say something but I told him to relax while I prepped my new dildo with some lube.

My movie started and I laid down next to hubby, snuggling against his side and splaying my one leg over his. The dildo was enormous but I was motivated by watching the porn star Mandingo (who has a 14" cock) fuck a woman with a body just like mine. Her cunt gladly accepted his man meat in the scene and I took the queue and slid the head of the new toy inside me and deep up in my snatch. It was exhilarating fucking my wet pussy with my big Black Thunder. Hubby was still struggling and letting out muffled complaints but I noticed his dick was stiff. I commented how he's such a dirty boy for being hard and watching me.

"Admit it, you like watching me fuck this big dildo," I told him. He just shook his head. "Liar!" I called him, the whole time I was shoving Black Thunder in and out of me. My whole body was on fire, stoked by a combination of the big cock on the screen, the big dildo in my pussy, and my hubby who couldn't touch himself. With his hands tied up, all he could do was watch with his dick throbbing.

I suppose I could have been a good wife and serviced my husband but this was way too much fun, too much power to give up. I knew I could do anything I wanted and get away with it. I told him I only want black cock from now on. I told him how his little white dick wasn't enough to satisfy me and how I needed a black man to make me cum. I told him I couldn't wait for a real black man to pleasure my cunt and how he was helpless to stop me. My comments turned to near babble as I fucked myself to an orgasm.

"I want a black man to fuck me so bad."

"I love black cock."

"Pound my white pussy."

"Give me that hot ebony rod."

"Make me your little white bitch."

"Fuck me like my husband never could."

"Make me scream with that chocolate dick."

"I need your black dick in me."

"Stretch out my white cunt."

"Nobody can please me except a black man."

"Take my body and use me."

"Pound that black dick."

"I love black cock!"

"Cum up inside my married white pussy!"

As I am came I screamed, "I am a BLACK COCK WHORE!" The orgasm was phenomenal and my whole body relaxed from the exquisite tension. I snuggled against my husband's body, my pussy dripping wet. The toy was soaked as I pulled it out of my aching cunt and rested it on his belly. Pussy juices drip off of it and slide down his chest. I rested there until he started grunting again, the panties muffling his words. I suppose I could have done that a dozen times in a row, but that night wasn't just about my pleasure – it was about my control.

I reached down and grabbed my husband's cock. It felt so small compared to any of my toys and I told him as much. His cock was throbbing and twitching and despite his muffled protests I could tell he needed to cum. He just needed the right training before he did. I got up again, grab the Cuckold Creamed Cuties DVD and loaded it into the player. I laid down next to him once more, rub my sore pussy lightly and told my helpless husband to watch it and learn his place. I tugged at his cock to keep him hard, careful to not let him cum. "Oh no, not yet, my bad boy. You can cum only when I say so."

He struggled at first and I had to pull his hair and force him to look at the screen. I made him watch for awhile, commenting on the movie and talking about how sexy it was, how much I want to make him watch me fuck a black man. After a few minutes he stopped struggling and resigned to watching the movie, pumping his hips up to meet my clenched fist wrapped around his dick. He was finally ready I could tell, and so was I. I straddled his face, untied his hands, took the panties out of his mouth, and tell him to jack off while he licked my pussy.

"My pussy is sore from getting fucked by a real man's cock; it needs to be licked now." He started to protest once more but I grabbed his hair and shoved his face in my mound. The whole time my hubby licked me, I talk dirty about how I was only fucking black men from now on and how- if he was lucky- he would get to lick my pussy.

My own pleasure was all that I cared about and I held his orgasm 'ransom', making him do and say what I want before he was allowed to cum. I grabbed his hair, pulled his mouth away from my soaked pussy and commanded, "Tell me you're my cuckold from now on, bad boy!"

He resisted at first but eventually admitted what I already knew, "I'm your cuckold!"

My poor hubby couldn't hold out any longer and came all over. I look back and see his semen dribbling all over his hand and belly. I didn't let him up to relax or clean himself however. Still straddling his face, I grabbed a Magnum condom and slid it expertly over my big black vibrator. I rubbed it all over my clit while my husband's tongue went in and out of mysopping hole.

"I'm never fucking your white dick again, you know" I moaned. "Only big black cocks for me!" My orgasm built quickly and my body convulsed as I came on my husband's tongue and my black toy simultaneously.

I finally let my new cuckold up from the bed ties and tossed the toys to him. "Go clean these for me."

He said nothing about what had just happened when he returned. I barely noticed. My mind was hungrily digesting every dirty image from the night. I smiled contently.

Day 8: Monday
"She's teasing me with it now"
Husband's View

Monday was horrible at work. I couldn't concentrate on anything at all. I tried calling my wife several times but she wouldn't answer. Eventually she called back and told me she had to go to work early so I wouldn't see her when I got home. She promised to leave me something fun to read though. I got home and searched for her note she normally leaves me when our work schedules cross. I went upstairs and checked the 'blue box'. The toy she used last night hadn't been disturbed but the other one (Sean Michaels I would learn it was called) was discarded on the bed. It looked used. I looked at my pillow and there was a note she wrote me on top of a DVD called White Wife Black Cock. "WHEN I WATCH THIS I AM THINKING OF YOU. WATCH IT THEN CLEAN MY TOY FOR ME WHEN YOU ARE DONE. IF YOU DO I'LL DO SOMETHING SPECIAL FOR YOU TONIGHT" it read. Yeah right. She was not thinking about me. She was thinking about a black guy fucking her. She was thinking about a cock that is twice as big as mine. She was thinking about being a wanton whore and fucking black men instead of her own husband.

My dick was hard again. What was she doing to me? I grudgingly put the movie in the DVD player and watch the first scene. The black man was hung like a horse and he stretched out the wife's white pussy that he was fucking. The woman bucked and shook and shuddered with multiple orgasms, each one causing her to scream out how much she loved black cock.

"My wife is acting like one of these porn sluts," I fumed. "She's fucking her pussy with a black man's dick and loving every second of it." My cum shot out of me as I wondered what she would be doing tonight. She promised to do something special for me! A mixture of jealousy, frustration, and excitement stirred within me when I suspected my wife was just playing with my mind. When were we going to make love again?

"My dear cuckold"
Wife's View

I joined the interracial adult site as my first order of business, using my hubby's credit card of course. I spent the morning and afternoon admiring all the videos which ranged from gangbangs to one-on-one sex to cuckold scenes. Each black cock inspired me to fuck my new Sean Michaels toy deeper and harder and faster. Each orgasm left me craving more. I would put the dildo down, come back half an hour later and be right back at it. I bounced on it in a cowgirl position, fucked it doggie style, and took it while lying on my side.

It wasn't enough for me to fuck these black dildos anymore, though. I needed a witness to my dark depravity and my husband was my unfortunate victim. The weekend taught me that I could get away with anything I wanted and I continued to push my boundaries, and his.

I came home from work, relaxed, watched some TV, and then headed to the bedroom. Hubby was asleep but obviously has done his 'homework'. Forced to watch the interracial scene, he got off; no doubt wondering what his "special treat" was going to be.

I took off my clothes, laid down, queued up a good scene and rubbed my clit, watching that black man enjoying that white wife over and over. I could have been nice and quiet and let my husband sleep that night. Instead I rubbed my clit and fucked my pussy relentlessly with my black dong, rocking back and forth, the whole while talking nice and loud like a dirty porn slut.

Although he was trying to hide it I could tell my husband was awake, jerking off under the covers. I told him to rub his white dick and talk dirty to me.

"I thought you were going to do something special for me tonight?" he whimpered.

"This IS your special treat. You get to tell me about how much you like your wife being a black cock whore. Now stroke yourself and talk dirty, cuckold-boy."

He is hesitant at first and I have to prod him for information while he jerks off.

"Did you cum watching this scene today?"

"Yea."

"How did it make you feel, bad boy?"

"Dirty..." he moaned.

"Were you thinking about me fucking this dildo?"

"Yes..." he whispered.

"Tell me you like watching me fuck it!"

"I... I like watching you fuck your toys," he finally admitted. "I like watching you fuck your black toys while watching your dirty movies. It makes my cock hard knowing how hot you are getting."

"Oh, you don't have a 'cock'. You have a penis. THIS-" I point out to the Sean Michaels dong, "is a cock." He started rubbing his dick faster and I knew I had him right where I wanted him. "Now rub your little white penis, honey. Tell me what I want to hear."

He swallowed hard and stuttered, "I w- w- want to rub my white penis while you fuck your big black cock! I want to see you fuck a real cock!"

His words were hanging in the air while I convulsed with a mind blowing orgasm. I barely notice him wiping his cum off his hands with a tissue and rolling over to go back to bed.

My cuckold husband was learning slowly that his dick was taking a second place position to my desires for black men.

Day 9: Tuesday
"My husband learns his place"
Wife's View

Things were just how I wanted them. There was a time when my husband complained that I never wanted sex. Now I wanted it every day. Unfortunately for him it wasn't his little white penis that pleased me. Actually, I did like it in a way - I liked comparing it to all those well hung black studs while I fucked my pussy with a black dildo.

I called my cuckold with instructions to have 'Lex' ready for me when I get home. My dildos now had names in our house while my dear husband was quickly becoming know as my "cuckold".

"If you do as you're told, maybe I'll touch your penis tonight," I taunted him. Now that I'd seen what black men were packing between their legs I couldn't bear to call my hubby's equipment a cock. A week ago he would have been furious with what I just said, but now my husband was resigned to my wishes. Before I hung up, I asked him to go to the store for me, "Pick up another box of Magnum condoms on the way home. I'm almost out."
"Should I pick up some normal ones too?" he asked meekly.

"Why bother? You don't need a condom for your tongue."

While at the office I learned that the hot looking black guy was Jerome and his friend was Ambrose. I chatted with them in the break room, shocked to find myself flirting with them, more shocked that I was getting wet just talking with these two dark skinned men. Work was over and I came home to find my cuckold had gone to bed. He left Lexcaliber and the Magnum condoms on the table next to my note – he didn't write anything in return.

I didn't bother to go upstairs. I turned on the computer and started browsing some naughty interracial videos and pictures while rubbing myself under my panties. All those black men and their fantastically large dicks! I stripped out of my pants, spread my legs, and spanked my bad little cunt. It's been so naughty tonight talking with those men at work that it needed a spanking. The dirtier I felt, the wetter I got. I was just a bad little white housewife who needed a black man –a REAL MAN- to fuck me.

While I was fingering myself my husband came downstairs and caught me masturbating. I pretended not to notice as he stroked his penis and watched me. The little perv was getting off instead of wanting to fuck his own wife, just the way I wanted it. By the time I was done with him, he will want to see me fuck a black man as bad as I want to get fucked by one. He eventually stepped forward and asked if I'm going to play with him.

"No! You have to stand there and watch me." It reminded me of one of those cuckold scenes and I just loved telling him what to do.

I shoved the toy in and out of my waiting cunt, staring at the screen and all those massive black dicks, occasionally glancing at my husband rubbing himself. I was animalistic at this point, obeying only my basest desires. I talked dirty to my hubby and told him what to do. I talked about how was going to satisfy myself with those dark skinned studs all week and how only a black cock could satisfy my pussy from now on.

When he tried to sit down next to me I told him 'No!' He tried to protest but I shut him up and ordered him to watch me and jerk off while standing up. I felt so in control. All that dark skin in front of me made my pussy so wet and feeling that giant black dick inside of me was even better. Knowing it was molded from a real cock –a real black cock- was so hot. And knowing it is almost twice as big as my husband's penis was exquisitely naughty. I made sure he watched his wife's cunt getting filled like he never could. The thought sent me over the edge into an orgasm. My poor husband came all over himself, barely able to stand. After we were both spent, I told him to go clean my dildo in a real bossy tone. He didn't complain and I found myself enjoying the dominance of the moment. The things I was getting away with doing were just plain dirty... How far could I take it?

"I've become a toy"
Husband's View

Last night was infuriating, erotic, twisted, and hot all wrapped together. She had told me she wanted sex last night but I suspected something else. Before she got home I checked the 'blue box' again. Things had been moved but I couldn't tell what she might have done or used or watched. I was obsessed with knowing what she was doing. I followed her instructions from our phone call and left her Lexcaliber dildo on the table.

I couldn't sleep that night. When I heard her come in, I snuck downstairs to see what she was up to. The TV was off and for a moment I thought she had left the house. Then I heard the sound of sex coming from the laptop and realized she was watching porn on the internet.

I slowly snuck down the remaining steps and peaked through the doorway. She was rubbing her pussy staring at the computer screen. I couldn't see what she was watching but I knew it had to be an interracial movie. The "Lexcaliber" was resting on beside her with a bottle of lube. I was going to confront her, I was. But the embarrassing thing was my dick was getting hard again. I was catching her during her private moment and the voyeur in me was stirring.

She must have been preoccupied not to see me. I had my pajamas opened in the front and was jerking off while her fingers slid in and out of her wet pussy. Her eyes were glued to the screen and I was dying to know what she was watching. I cleared my throat and stepped further into the room. She looked at me and smiled.

"How about we continue this upstairs?" I suggested. I was hoping I could get something out of the night before she violated herself with that black dong. Instead she told me just to watch. My once-sweet and quiet wife then began shoving that black dildo in and out of her sopping hole with great skill. She was obviously practiced with it and she even told me as much. Her voice was sexy, but her words were painful as she told me this is what she had been doing all week. The whole time she watched movie clips and looked at pictures of well hung black men fucking white women to climax. She only stopped pumping herself to surf to the next interracial display.

I tried to sit down and she screamed at me. She expected me to stand there and jerk off like some sort of observer! I am ashamed to say I did what she told me to. While my wife fucked herself silly I just stood there and tugged at my own penis, wondering if she would let me touch her and sadly being thankful she was letting me watch.

Her body shuddered in a near-violent orgasm just as I blew my load. My knees practically buckled from the excitement. She then tossed the dildo to me and told me to clean it. Her pussy juices were slick on the toy. Did I ever get her this wet? I didn't think so. I went off to clean myself and my wife's toy.

Day 10: Wednesday
"Now that I've gone black, how far will I go?"
Wife's View

I called my cuckold hubby at work and told him I would have a special treat for him, which he didn't believe. "No, I mean it this time. I promise we'll do something different tonight." This put him in a good mood right away.

I wasn't working tonight but I did need to go pick up my paycheck. Jerome was there in the parking lot talking on the phone and he waved to me and smiled. I immediately felt my body tingle all over as I waved back and went to collect my check from the office. When I came out he was waiting for me by my car. Two weeks ago I would have been scared to death about some black guy in the parking lot, but now I was glad he was there. I liked looking at him, inspecting his body with my eyes. He gave me a flyer and explained he was throwing a surprise birthday party for his friend Ambrose. He had invited a bunch of people from the office and I was welcome to bring my husband along.

I was annoyed that he noticed my wedding ring, sadly. Part of me wanted him to think I was single, to think I was available.

"My phone number is on the bottom if you have any questions," he added. I smiled broadly and thanked him for inviting me. Impulsively I reached out and hugged him and he hugged me back. Feeling his big arms around me and his body pressed against me was sexy. I could smell his sex coming off him and I let my embrace last a little longer than a typical hug. The look in his eye told me he knew it too.

I am a dirty white wife who has gone black, and I can never go back.

"Going Forward"
Husband's View

What started as my attempt to get my wife to open up sexually had succeeded, but not in the way I had imagined. She had witnessed a giant black cock and it sent her down a path I was unsure I would ever get her back from. I was sure my own dick wouldn't even satisfy her any more after a week of using those massive black dildos on her cunt. Lexington Steele was my wife's new lover.

She enjoyed every wicked moment of last night – I could tell. I realized it wasn't enough for her to fuck a big black cock. She wanted me to watch it, to know she was getting her pussy stretched out, to witness her becoming a black cock whore before my own eyes. She liked making me do things and say things; jerking off and calling myself a cuckold got her off almost as much as a black cock did.

And as I sat there that morning, I found myself wanting to experience it all over again. I knew I would say anything, do anything she asked of me. What would she do next? I had no idea, but found myself desiring to know and wanting to pleasure her in the only way I could now. My wife turned me into a cuckold – a witness to her perverted desires to fuck only black men.

The evening started early with her asking me to make dinner. I cooked up a nice chicken dinner and we both ate and talked about work like a normal couple. It was as if the last nine days had never happened. Then the evening changed in a very stark way. She put a blindfold on me and took me upstairs, guiding me by the hand. As she pushed me back on the bed I felt like things were finally going to go my way until she tied up my hands and feet again. She told me to lift my hips up as she pulled my pants down and unbuttoned my shirt. So I just laid there with my pants pulled down and my eyes covered as my devious wife rummaged around the room. She disappeared for some time and then returned. I smelled perfume. She put something wet and silky in my mouth – instinctively I tried to push whatever it was away until she told me what it was.

"It's my panties, don't worry." The taste was familiar once she told me and I relaxed. I could smell her sex coming from the panties and wondered what had gotten her so hot. After what seemed like an hour she pulled the blindfold down over my mouth so I could see but certainly not talk. She was dressed in a short skirt, slinky top, and white thigh high stockings. The shoes were new I think, very spiky and sexy. Something that no doubt cost a fortune to buy and would never be worn to the office.

My wife took out her cell phone and started dialing. The whole aspect of being tied up was humiliating enough but to be treated like I wasn't there was a new thing for her. She sat on the bed next to me, propping up a pillow and getting comfortable.

"Hey, Jerome, it's me from the office- yes, sorry to bug you."

There was a short pause.

"This may sound really forward but I was thinking about you today after I left the office."

Another long pause and then she started laughing. The flirtatious talk went on for some time until she finally said the words that I knew would change things forever.

"No, I've never been with a black man, but I've thought about it... A LOT."

My head was swimming. My cock was twitching. Her free hand disappeared under her skirt. Her body slipped down on the bed some more. Her hand reached into her nightstand and pulled out Black Thunder. The rest of the conversation was a blur to me as I watched her dildo her pussy slowly while talking to another man. A black man.

"No, my husband isn't anywhere close to that big-"

"I haven't thought about anything else-"

"-I'm getting so wet just thinking of you-"

"-you have now idea how wet I am-"

"I've never cheated on my husband before but-"

"-can't believe how hot I'm getting just talking to-"

"It's embarrassing but I have a toy-"

"-looks like black cock-"

"Are you really as big as this dildo?"

"-been pumping it in and out since we started talking-"

"-never wanted something more than-"

"You have no idea how bad I need it-"

"No, I'm not busy tonight-"

"I've got some condoms that will fit you perfectly-"

"Yes, my husband is all tied up tonight. We have plenty of time..."

...The End?
or
...The Beginning?