My name is Jim. I'm an interracial addict. Just an ordinary white guy who happens to love watching a white woman have sex with a black man. To me it is the most beautiful sexual union between a man and a woman possible. I tried to resist this desire to watch interracial sex over the years because I felt it was an unnatural and unhealthy behavior. Over time I thought I had my interracial obsession beat, but a few years after I married my beautiful wife Anna, it came roaring back.
Eventually Anna caught me with interracial pornography and I was forced to confess to her my secret lust. Our marriage was initially strained, but after awhile I planted seeds of lust into my wife that gradually bore fruit. I turned my beautiful brunette wife on to interracial sex. Both of us obsessed over it for weeks until finally we arranged for my wife to meet and have sex with another man--a black man. The night my wife spent with a black man turned out to be the most exciting night of sex in both our lives.
It also changed our marriage forever.
I was no longer THE MAN in my wife's world. I was her husband and she still loved me, but I was no longer her man. How could I be? I had opened our marriage bond to a third person. I had voluntarily given up my place in our marital bed to another man. My wife, my woman, had been made love to by another man--a black man. She did this with my entire support and encouragement. She orgasmed in sexual union with a black man in front of my own eyes.
She was no longer mine.
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I had slept on the sofa in the downstairs living room our wedding anniversary night while my wife and her new black lover slept together in our bedroom. In the morning I lay awake for an hour, both dreading and feeling excited to go upstairs and greet my wife. On the one hand I couldn't believe my wife had slept with another man, not only with my knowledge, but with my wholehearted support. And on the other hand I felt very aroused by it. My dick stood straight up like a tent pole. I rubbed it repeatedly while I recalled the events of last night. Remembering the sight of my wife's white pussy being pounded into by a black cock excited me. I soon shot a load of cum out of my dick with my hand. It felt great.
After cleaning up I took the long walk upstairs to my bedroom. As I came closer to the ajar door I began to hear the sound of my wife voice and that of her black lover Antwan talking. I crept up to the door and listened. Soon I could make out the sound of our bed gently and slowly creaking.
They were fucking.
The door was ajar so I peeked in. Anna and Antwan were under the covers, on their sides, slowly fucking each other while they held and kissed.
"Take it, take it." Anna whispered.
"Yah, suga." He replied in a deep throaty whisper.
"Oh, take it. I want you to take me." She snuggled her head against his.
I watched him kiss my wife's neck while she smiled back with happy satisfaction. They looked so beautiful together. A strong black man making love to a lovely white woman.
Anna caught sight of me and our eyes met while Antwan fucked her. She smiled.
"Take my pussy, Antwan. I want to please you." She wrapped her arms tightly around him as she looked directly at me.
"Oh, you please me suga."
"Yes. Tell me."
"Your white pussy is tight around my cock. It feels good."
"Yes, baby. I love your cock in me. I love your black cock in me."
Antwan rolled my wife over on her back and faced her, she almost disappeared under his muscular black body. His cock remained firmly buried in her pussy as they changed positions. Anna wrapped her smooth legs wrapped around him. The curve and shapeliness of her lovely tan legs looked incredible against his coal black skin. Her arms lovingly clutched his back as their mouths met in a kiss. I felt moved by the tenderness with which Antwan kissed my wife. Their lips met softly with tentative movements at first, their eyes met, they exchanged smiles. My wife glanced long enough at me to smile and laugh softly. Antwan lavished my wife's neck with kisses while his large black hands kneaded her breasts. Anna turned her face back toward Antwan and then came deeper and more longing kisses. Throughout their kissing Antwan continued thrusting himself onto my white wife, plunging his thick black manhood into her with strong wavelike motions. Anna cried out in pleasure and her head swayed from side to side in hypnotic passionate.
I was entranced. Everything about it excited me. Anna's lips madly kissing his. Her pretty sweaty face wincing as Antwan pounded into her. Her hands clutching his back. Those wonderful hips of hers pulsating upwards to meet his thrusts. And her cries. The sounds that came out of her mouth were amazing. First moans, then panting, and occasional girlish squeals of delight. Then came the wonderful sound of a woman baying and whimpering with sexual pleasure. The sound of my wife being fucked sent shivers through my body and the sight of her lovely white body locked in furious sexual intercourse with a black man made my head spin.
They kissed and made love to each other like this for what seemed like forever. For his part, Antwan fucked my wife for all he was worth. He fucked her white pussy with his big black dick until there were tears were running down her eyes. Every so often she glanced over to me and every time she did it seemed to excite her more. She grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him into her with a raging passion. My wife stared at me and never took her eyes off me while I jerked myself off till I shot my load. After seeing my ejaculate my cum on the floor, my wife's eyes closed in pleasure and her body began to shake.
"I'm cumming, oh baby I'm cumming."
My wife clutched at her black lover tighter and had a massive orgasm. Her whole body convulsed, tightened and then fell limp under Antwan. I felt a strange contented high, as if I had just shared something amazingly special with my wife. I decided to leave and clean myself and left the room with Antwan still lying on top of my wife, giving her long adoring kisses and her cooing with satisfaction as he did.
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I had just finished making coffee in the kitchen when the two lovers came downstairs with their arms around each other and big grins on their faces. Both their faces displayed a look of pure satisfaction. Anna looked adorable in a short pink bathrobe, last year's birthday present from me to her. The bathrobe barely reached past her ass. Antwan wore one of my bathrobes that didn't quite fit him across the chest, leaving him to show off his muscular chest and abs. They sat down and I served them coffee. After a long awkward silence I broke the ice.
"Watching you two having sex was the best."
Anna looked relieved while Antwan laughed.
"It was my pleasure to pleasure your wife." Antwan said with a wide smile. "I would be happy to do it for you again anytime."
Anna blushed. "Trust me guys, the pleasure was ALL mine."
We all laughed.
"Your cock is SO fucking good." Anna said. "I really thought I was going to faint a few times."
Antwan smiled broadly.
"You're a very lucky man to have married such a beautiful woman." Antwan said. "She wouldn't go out with me back when I used to ask her but last night and this morning more then make up for all the times she turned me down."
"It's amazing how things turn out." Anna said. "Back when you used to hit on me I didn't even to want to see you."
"Tell me about it." Antwan laughed.
I recalled, of course, that my wife had once worked at the same place with Antwan. Before Anna left for a better job opportunity, she had constantly rebuffed Antwan's flirtation and advances.
"I was so close to filing a sexual harassment suit against you." She said. "You don't know how MAD I got when you left roses in my mailbox and all the secretaries made fun of me calling you my hot new boyfriend."
Antwan turned to me with a chuckle. "I found the roses later in my wastebasket."
