Obsession: Ten Days of Going Black

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.

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 littlewhitepussy!" 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 myregularsized 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.

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!

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 evenlongerandthicker. "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 makemecum. I whisper out loud, "Fuck my pussy!" but it didn't sound naughty enough for the moment so I tried again. "Fuck mywhitepussy with yourbig blackdick!" 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.

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 wasnotout 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 (aregularsized 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 hisgirl 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...biggertonight?" 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 likeblackmen. 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 bigblackdick 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.