My Wife is Addicted to Interracial Porn!

 

I have watched so much interracial porn that I’m surprised I haven’t become addicted to them.  There were times when I almost assumed that I have, but come to think of it, I always seem to steer far from reaching the threshold.  But I cannot say the same for my wife, Agnes. 


This story is about my wife and how she became addicted towards watching porn.


Agnes wasn’t always like this before, at least not for the first six years of us being married.  Contrary to what you might think, we had ourselves a terrific sex life.  She knew how to give it to me and knew I was capable of rocking her in bed whenever she needed me to.  But in the back of my head, I always perceived I wasn’t hitting her the way I ought to.  You know, like those black studs, there were times when I wish I’d fuck my wife hard enough to make her scream and beg for more.  Somehow I always missed the mark.


During our early years of marriage, I did manage to stay away from consuming too much porn.  It wasn’t until after Agnes had our first child, and then came our second, and suddenly won’t you know it, having sex became a tedious affair.  We could only manage sneaky moments when we knew we wouldn’t be waking up the kids, and even that was fleeting.  Agnes gradually weaned herself from wanting sex.  I had no choice but to resort to making love with my second best friend—my hand.  What better antidote to help me through those sad times than my favourite porn movies.


I began cruising online forums where I often frequented in the past and gradually renewed my passion for downloading and watching as many XXX-rated movies and videos I could handle.  I would wait until the kids were long asleep before pulling out my laptop and lounge in the living room to jerk off to my satisfaction before calling it a night.  Weekends were my favourite times when Agnes would take the kids shopping and I would sit naked in the living room and masturbate to my sexual fulfilment.  Of course I would make sure to wipe away whatever evidence there was before she returned home.





It was on one of my midnight adventures that Agnes caught me at what I was doing.


Was she shocked by it?  You bet she was.  But then she did something that surprised me: she came and sat beside me and we got to watch an interracial orgy clip from beginning to end.  We returned to bed and then we made love, and let me tell you, it was satisfying.  It had been a long time since we had such satisfying sex, and that night was a keeper.


She asked me about it the following morning, wanting to know if all this while that I had been sneaking out of the room late at night was so I could want porn.  I couldn’t help but admit to everything.  It was obvious that she, too, wanted to have some fun back in her life.  


That night came, and it was her who woke me up so we could watch some porn together.  I don’t remember exactly when Agnes gravitated towards wanting to see Interracial Porn always.  I often downloaded other genres and only kept the interracial ones as part of my private stash.  Perhaps at one point I revealed them to her, or she combed through the computer and unearthed the hidden folder where I kept my favourite.  I cannot remember.  All I know is that she became more obsessed with consuming interracial porn to the point when I could barely keep up with her.


I would return home from work and find her in the living room watching porn.  She had even found my stash of DVDs and was watching those too.  Agnes began bringing along her dildo after we got done putting the kids to bed.  She would tell me to play one of the videos while she fucked her dildo. 





“Those black men have got huge cocks, Earl?”


“Yep, they sure as fuck do.”


“Won’t you love to see me getting fucked by one of them?”


I paused.  How could I answer this question?  Yes, there have been plenty of times that I imagined Agnes getting pounded by one of such men.  Hell, many times I have masturbated with that image playing in my head.  The one that often recurred to me was seeing her getting spit-roasted by two black studs . . . but never have I dared myself to bring up that idea to her.  That would be like committing suicide!  Yet here she was asking me about it, and for the first time in my life I was miserably tongue-tied.

I tried to avoid the question, but she later nudged me, demanding an answer.


“Don’t you think I would look great being fucked by black men?” 


“Yes . . . yeah, I think you would look great if you did.”


“Are you saying that for real, or just saying that to make me happy?”


“No, I’m not just saying that.  I mean . . . yeah, I have now and then imagined what you’d look with two black men.”

This aroused her interest.  “Really?  How long have you had this idea?”


“I don’t know.  It’s been in my head off and on.”


“How come you never mentioned it to me?”


I couldn’t help sounding sheepish when I turned to her and said, “Because I didn’t want you thinking I was crazy.”


“You’re not crazy, Earl,” she said, then went back to fucking her dildo.  “You’re not crazy at all.”


I thought that I had dodged a bullet with that and assumed that would be the end of it.  But her mania for interracial porn never once let down.  It got to the point that she would push me to go see about the kids while she’d be in bed watching.  


Did I grumble about it?  Of course, I fucking did!  


But did it resolve anything?  Fuck no, it didn’t.


Agnes began demanding that I eat her pussy, but that was all the fun I got.  On a few occasions she would suck my cock, or let me stick it in her.  But as the days ventured into weeks, that began to dry up to the point that I was lucky if she gave me a hand-job.  Agnes did insist that I stick with eating her pussy though; she wasn’t letting me off on that.  Some days, she would put on an interracial porn DVD in the living room and would watch it while my face remained buried in her crotch.  Listening to her get off did get me hard and horny, I’ll admit that.  But I did suffer because I wasn’t getting any pussy from her.


But that was nothing compared to what I discovered a week ago.



I was at work and got a call from Agnes. 


“Hi, Earl.  I want to let you know that I’ve done it.  I’ve done it, hon!”


“Done what?  What are you talking about?”


“I placed an ad at one of those interracial forums you told me about, and two black guys responded.  I went and visited them and they fucked me.”


My eyes flared up.  “What?  Agnes, is this some crazy joke?”


“Hold on, I’m sending you a video clip,” she said before ending the call.


She did send me a video clip, and just like my dream, there was my Agnes getting spit-roasted by two black men.  



That was a week ago.  Since then, she has invited the two men over to the house and fucked them in the bedroom.  She told me about it and I was so stunned that I ate her pussy for an hour.  Agnes says she intends inviting them over next weekend so I can watch.


So you see, I ended up waking the addiction in my wife, and it’s now taken over her.  Pray for me.








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