We were both food shopping while she was pushing a stroller, putting her groceries underneath. As it happens occasionally, we were passing each other on every aisle. She was pretty, long red hair, freckles, and a beautiful ass. I was enjoying my luck to have something that attractive to look at while doing a mundane chore like food shopping. Then I saw the baby, a little black girl, but way too big for the stroller she was in. She saw me looking and I told her that her little girl was very pretty. She seemed embarrassed when she said thank you.
The little black baby sent my addiction amok. Now, every time I saw that ass, I imagined black hands holding onto those hips while he pounded her with his huge cock. And those lips, what they would look like sliding up and down a black cock as she knelt before him. Every time I passed her another fantasy played through my mind. I pictured them kissing as she pulled him close. Then he would remove her blouse, his hand would find those porcelain tits and she would watch the contrast until she went back to kissing him.
My addiction was my ex-wife's fault although some of the blame belongs to me. Even before we were married, my ex and I would spice up our sex life with sexy stories. "Do you have a story for me," became her standard way of initiating sex. But there was only so many stories my little mind could come up with. Fortunately, I found Literotica and discovered a treasure trove of stories to tell her. The interracial section quickly became my favorite. I never let on that the stories were no longer my imagination, and in the beginning, I never mentioned the race of the characters.
Reading interracial stories led to watching interracial porn and I began to fantasize watching my wife taking black dick. There are a lot of stories on Literotica where men tell how they got their wives to go black. First, I occasionally introduced interracial sex into our stories, always a white woman with a black man. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I swore her orgasm was unusually intense those times. My wife rarely commented on my stories.
Story telling became our significant part of our foreplay and I was telling her stories three times a week and half had an interracial theme. She was also loving playing the submissive after a few glasses of wine, with me calling her a slut and a whore while smacking her ass, pussy or tits. The next step was an average size black dildo. I explained I bought the dildo for those times I finished before she had a chance to come. More often, I would penetrate her with the dildo first getting her worked up. I was surprised how quickly she took the dildo covered with her juices into her mouth. I would smack her ass and tell her to suck on that black cock while I fuck you slut cunt. Her orgasms were over the top, sometimes she would squirt, but she would always be almost comatose. As soon as she started moving, I would shove my cock back into her mouth and force her into cleaning my cock.
A second, larger black dildo was introduced. I would make her watch as the character in the movie watched her black master fill her cunt. By the expression on her face, I could tell she was loving the fantasy. I said, we need to find a real black cock to fill your pussy, she moaned and came so hard she ejected the dildo from her cunt. Every night that week we repeated that fantasy as we watched more and more interracial porn.
One Saturday morning over coffee, she said, "You are getting carried away with interracial stuff."
"But you seem to be enjoying it, haven't your orgasms been earth shattering?"
"Yes, but I think you're trying to move this from our sexy story telling into reality."
"I think it would be really hot to watch you with a black man."
"I'm warning you my dear husband, once that happens it can't be undone, and what if I really like it. Will you be happy being my cuckold?"
I tried not to act overly excited that my dreams may come true and suggested we try it once, and it would only take one no to keep it from happening again.
There were never any second thoughts, the first time led to a second time and then a third. All men we found online. My wife wanted something different. She wanted to pick up a man in a bar. The first black guy wasn't happy that I was going to be in the room, but he relented. My wife started seeing him without me but the whole point of this manipulation was so that I could watch. She started going out every Friday and Saturday night to find new black cock to fuck. If I was lucky, she would send me videos of her getting fucked by black cock or doubled teamed. One night she got gang banged on a pool table and came home covered in cum with more pouring out of her ass and cunt.
One of her bulls started demanding she go black only, by that time I was only getting occasional blowjobs anyway while she told me about her night. Then he banned blow jobs. He had "black cocks only" tattooed above her cunt and ass. Her bull wanted her to force me to lick her clean after he was done with her, I called bullshit and divorced her. Occasionally she would send me videos. The last one was a year ago, and she was very pregnant.
Sorry for the long side story there but I wanted you to understand how my imagination was running away from me as I followed this redhead around the supermarket. My cock was hard in my trousers, and I was certain my shorts were getting wet with my precum. As luck would have it, I ended up behind her in the checkout line. I watched her bending over to remove the items from the stroller. God I wanted one shot at her ass, I imagined it in panties, I imagined it with my cock in her asshole, I imagined a big black cock in that asshole. I had to rein myself in before I came in my pants. In reality, she would be done checking out before me and then lost forever.
Then the gods shined down on me or maybe Satan, my little redhead didn't have enough cash to pay for all the items she had selected. The chivalrous gentleman I am, told the cashier to add one of the items to my till. My new friend thanked me. The baby started fussing and she said she would meet me outside.
The poor redhead had a tear in her eye as she fed the baby a jar of baby food.
"I am so sorry about that; I thought I had calculated it out right."
"Not a problem I said, I've done it a hundred times and that's not counting the number of times I forgot my wallet or my checkbook."
She was talking about her daughter who was six months old when she yelled out 'holy shit.'
Holding her daughter in her arms, she went running into the parking lot. I realized there was a police car and a tow truck that was hooking up to a piece of shit car that I couldn't believe would even run. The redhead was frantic trying to get into the car.
"What seems to be the problem officer?"
He gave me a nasty look and said, "The car is being impounded, a shit load of unpaid moving violations and even more parking violations."
"OK, can we hit pause for a second so the young lady can get her shit out of the car. It certainly wouldn't look good if you towed her car with the car seat still in it."
He gave me another nasty look, then turned to the tow truck driver and told him to take a couple of laps around the block. The he turned to me and said, "You have five minutes."
My car wasn't that far away so I pulled in behind the redhead's car and started moving shit over, I couldn't believe how much stuff she had in the car. In jests I said, "Are you living in this thing?"
The look on her face told me I just fucked up.
It took more than five minutes to get all her stuff in my jeep, than we had to go back and get our groceries.
With the baby tucked in the car seat, we both had the 'what now' look on our faces.
"Are you hungry, when was the last time you ate?" I said.
"A couple of days ago. I'm trying to keep Angela fed."
"And what's your name?"
"People call me Amy but it's actually a Gaelic name that's hard to pronounce."
"I know an old school sandwich shop around the corner if you care to join me."
