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I don't think Jake had any real idea of where we would end up. I know I certainly didn't. After 5 years of marriage things in the bedroom had begun to cool down. Don't get me wrong, the sex was still satisfying, if not as hot as it had been. We just seemed to have slipped into a rut. Everything was becoming rather routine for us including our weekly sex.
Jake knew that I had been a little wild in high school and college, but he didn't really know any particulars. Let's just say that I was not shy and never lacked for sexual companionship from either men or women during what I thought of as my wild thing years. So when I was feeling the need for a little release, I had lots of memories to sift through for inspiration.
As the weeks and months passed, I noticed Jake spending more and more time on-line. So much so that I thought perhaps he was having some sort of an on-line affair or chat room sex. One night while Jake was working late, I took the liberty of checking out his history. Nothing. Wiped clean. Being somewhat savvy I went to his cookies instead. Bingo. A quick copy to my memory stick and I was out of there.
Back on my own laptop, I opened the file and read some of the names. Nothing that looked like a chat room or anything, but lots of rather sexy sounding titles. I began to decipher some of the website names from the cookies and began my search. Porn. Lots and lots of porn. Some pretty interesting stuff actually.
The more I dug, the more interracial materials I found. Black men with white wives and girlfriends. Cuckold sites with black men servicing married women while their husbands filmed them. Wives filming themselves with their black lovers so their husbands could watch later.
Clearly my dear husband was having some rather interesting fantasies about interracial love. As I searched and watched I was amazed at how well hung all of the men seemed to be. There was hardly a single one less than twice as big as Jake. As a girl with experience, I knew that Jake was about average, but I had found him to be a very competent lover, better in fact, than many of the larger lovers I had been with. By comparison, most of these men were huge, and they seemed pretty expert in their technique.
I found myself becoming aroused as I watched these women being stretched out by cocks as big as their own forearms. Hearing their moans and screams of passion as their faces contorted with pleasure. I wrapped my hand around my own wrist and imagined holding that giant black dick, guiding it towards my little hole. Past the point of no return, I shut the machine down and headed to the bedroom for a session with my vibrator.
Slipping the slender rubber phallus deep into my sopping hole and turning it on, I wondered how it would feel if it were twice as big. As big as some of those men. And as I thought of the pleasure I had seen on those women's faces I felt myself clamp down hard and cum.
Unable to get those images out of my mind, when Jake got home I almost attacked him. Although he pleaded exhaustion from his long day counting inventory, I simply wouldn't take no for an answer. When I dropped to my knees and took him deep into my mouth, he stopped resisting and soon we were in bed fucking like rabbits.
I waited until Saturday morning to drop the bombshell. The look of shock that painted his face was quickly replaced by shame as I recounted watching some of the videos from the sites he had visited. I actually thought he was going to cry when I asked him why he hadn't shared his little fetish with me.
Apologizing profusely for his deceit, Jake promised to clean up his act. To abandon his on-line obsession and to pay more attention to our marriage, but in truth, that's not really what I wanted him to do.
"Jake. Baby. I don't want you to have to give up something that is clearly so exciting to you. I don't want you to stop if you don't want to . I just want you to include me."
His stunned silence was his only reply, making it abundantly clear to me that he was not yet ready for me to reveal my developing interest.
"Hunny, I just want to be included in your fantasies. I just want to be here with you. Helping you get off, and getting off with you. We can make this a part of our sex lives if that would make you happy. I just don't want to be shut out."
A smile slowly began to form on Jake's face.
"So would you ever?"
"Whoa. Slow down cowboy. Let's just take this one step at a time. I don't think I'll ever be able to... But I am sure that we could have some fun with your fetish in other ways if you want to."
His eager acceptance was followed by an evening which began with watching his favourite video clip of a woman who looked remarkably similar to me being serviced by a large black man, and ended up with a feverish sex session in our bedroom. And so it began.
Twice more that week, we watched one of his favourite clips and had passionate sex afterwards. Each time we did it, Jake would whisper sexy things in my ear about taking a big black cock in my little pussy. Asking how I thought I would like being stretched by a big black bull like we saw in the movie. Trying to arouse and excite me with his fantasies. The more we watched, the more he reinforced it during sex, the more exciting it became. I was beginning my slow evolution.
A couple days later as I worked at my desk, my smart phone pinged. A quick glance showed the message was from Jake so I thumbed in my passcode and opened the message. A rush of fear and excitement coursed through me from top to bottom. On the screen was a picture of a stiff black cock sticking straight out from a nappy patch of pubic hair. I almost snapped my neck checking that nobody was near enough to see, but the sight of that long rigid member made my center begin to melt all the same.
That night when I got home I gave Jake proper hell for sending that picture with no warning. His laughing response was to hand me a set of ear buds and tell me to put them on and plug them into my phone before ever opening another message from him while I was at work. He then asked me what I thought of the picture and if I would like to feel it pressing deeply into my drooling pussy. There was no denying my true feelings when his hand found my sopping cunt and began to twirl my clit.
As the time marched on, I began to get messages from Jake several times a week. Each one contained either an interracial picture, or a video clip of a woman squealing in delight as she squirmed while a black man fucked her senseless. On a couple occasions, there was a link to a sexy story on Literotica which I then stole away to read over my lunch hour.
About six months after this all began, Jake arrived home on a Friday night a little later than usual with a bottle of nice wine, some take out food, and a smile on his face. Although we often go out for dinner on Fridays, I was happy to chill out at home with the wine and take-out. Jake was very attentive and made sure my wine glass was never completely empty, and by the end of our relaxed meal, I was feeling pretty good.
Cleanup was quick and soon we were sitting on the couch with a cocktail watching TV. Jake had sorted out a method for us to stream porn to the 55" flatscreen and soon we were watching a slender white woman submitting to the advances of a muscular young black.
"I got you something Today," Jake whispered as the woman on the screen groaned with arousal. "I think you're going to like it too. So close your eyes and hold out your hands."
I didn't really want to take my eyes off the large hard dick drilling the girl on screen, but at Jake's insistence I closed my eyes. Jake left my side but was back in under a minute. He instructed me to hold out my hands, palms up, and keep my eyes closed. Something soft and rubbery was placed across my palms.
"Close your hands," Jake whispered sexily into my ear.
As I began to close my hands It became obvious that whatever he had laid on my palms was cylindrical in shape. It also became clear that it was quite large. When I was finally allowed to open my eyes, I gasped with a mixture of surprise and delight. My small white hands were wrapped around a long black dildo. My fingers barely touching as they encircled the phallus.
It took my breath away. Covering the width of both palms, there was a tapered head protruding past my left hand, and a large set of balls outside my right. Thickly veined, smooth textured and black as midnight it was a gorgeous imitation of what Jake and I had been watching in action the last few months.
"OK," Jake began rather tentatively, "I shopped around and this one has good ratings from some beginners. Big enough to be challenging, but not so big as to be painful."
I heard him, but my mind was reeling with emotions. It was one thing to watch the videos and read the stories. In my hand was a real three dimensional black cock. OK. A black dildo, but this was a watershed point. Did I really want to move past the voyeur stage and do something physical?
Slowly my gaze moved from the dark dick in my hands to Jake's eager face beaming from beside me.
"The guy at the store recommended I get this lube too," he added hopefully as he held up a squeeze bottle to show me.
In the background, the white wife on the screen was chanting "Oh my God" with every thrust from her black lover. The entire scene seemed surreal. Then something clicked. This was my chance. My chance to feel what that woman was feeling, but to do it in the safety of my own home, alone with my husband and I felt my lower abdomen turning to melted butter.
