It all started with my first girlfriend in high school. Her name was Kaley, and she was a very pretty blond-haired cheerleader. I was just a dumb teen in love, and my naivety blinded me from all the red flags I should have seen. I thought we were in love, and we had plans to go to the same college together and everything. But that all changed one night during a high school football game. I had lost track of her; we were supposed to meet up to hang out with some friends.
I eventually found her in the parking lot,
having sex with one of the football team players in his car
.. They were going at it like they were practiced. I stared in disbelief as the love of my young teenage life cheated on me with a popular football player. I recognized him as a running back, a tall, muscular black guy. She was riding him hard in the front seat, lost in pleasure. I remember stumbling back literally clutching my heart. I was devastated.
I couldn't find in myself the courage or will to even talk to her about it. Instead I would just spy on her when she didn't think I was around. I'd constantly catch her stealing knowing looks or even making out with several of the black football players from time to time. She seemed to have a type, black, and muscular. The opposite of me, so why was she even with me? I didn't understand anything, I was so lost and confused.
One day I followed her and a new black guy I hadn't seen before into the empty showers. He had her up against the wall and was fucking her hard from behind.
She was calling out his name over and over. "Jerome. Oh, Jerome!"
I had been lied to, I was hurt. It destroyed me but I couldn't stop watching. Why couldn't I just break up with her and move on? I couldn't even confront her about it. I was just a heartbroken, confused teenager. I started to cry so I rubbed my eyes and leaned back into a locker, unable to look anymore, when a loud crash erupted out of nowhere. I practically jumped in panic. I had knocked over a damn trash can next to me.
"Someone's here..!" I heard Kaley whisper in fright. I rushed around the corner only to run face to face with them. They must of slipped around the opposite way! I was frozen and so were they.
"Who dis? You gonna tell, bruh?" this Jerome guy said as he finished putting on his shirt. Kaley gave me a sad, ashamed look on her face.
"I'm sorry, Jim, it's just... I gotta go..." And then she took his hand and they left me there. I never spoke to her again.
Later on in the privacy of my home, I'd search around the internet, losing myself in porn. I quickly stumbled onto interracial porn and became hooked. Was it because of my experiences with Kaley? Maybe so, but it turned me on more than I could understand. It became an addiction. I couldn't stop watching
interracial sex between a black man and a white woman
.
Throughout college I dated off and on, but I still couldn't stop watching it. On a deep level It just
turned me on
. Sometimes I'd picture Kaley or a current girlfriend in the place of the white girl having sex with the black man as I masturbated. I remember after imagining that about Kaley, I looked her up online to snoop a bit. Apparently she had married some black guy and had three kids together. I was blown away. For some reason that turned me on and I started masturbating to her pictures. What was wrong with me?
After that I tried to break the habit but no matter how determined or hard I tried, I kept going straight back to interracial porno's. It didn't matter if I was just seeing a pretty white girl in public somewhere, I'd start to imagine her being fucked by a black guy with a huge dick.
At the age of twenty-four I married the love of my life. She was an attractive, young, twenty-two year old woman named Leah. My kink miraculously faded as we both shared a healthy, loving sex life. We would make love almost every day. Our honeymoon was nothing but sex and more sex.
My Leah had sexy petite body, gorgeous brunette hair, and sparkly blue eyes. She stood at 5'3 and loved how much taller I was than her at around 5'11. She had sexy little titties with pierced nipples I loved to play with. She wore her hair at about shoulder length, and was an exceptional dresser. She always kept up with the latest trends. I'd get a sense of pride when people showered her with compliments on how good she looked. She was perfect, at least to me.
After a long day at work me and my wife were taking a stroll through our favorite park. She struck up a conversation about her old job.
"Yeah I don't miss it at all," she sighed as she glanced at the ducks swimming by in a line. I clutched her close and agreed.
"I'm glad, babe. Your new job is way more lax, I get way more precious Leah time. Guess I'm selfish but I don't care." I chuckled.
"Oh I know, sweetie," she said with a big smile. "I love spending more time with my hubbie."
She gave me a kiss on the cheek. We continued through the path until we found a bench and took a seat together. We talked for a bit until out of nowhere she told me about this black guy at that old job who tried hitting on her.
"He would just stare at me, like he was hungry for me. Like some kind of animal.." She looked out over the pond searching her memories. "Always flirting, I couldn't even take him seriously, who does that?" She shook her head a little, grinning at the memory.
I was beyond curious but didn't want to make it obvious. "Oh yeah? Was it just to you, or...?"
She gave a low sigh, "No. It was just me, I was soooo annoyed. The girls kept poking fun, they would refer to him as 'my boyfriend'. Ugh!"
The wind picked up as she looked back over at me, brushing her hair out of her face. "Always a flirt, always trying to flatter me. He just wouldn't give up."
Something broke loose inside me at her story though; I was growing aroused. "Why didn't you report him then?"
"Oh he was still sweet, I couldn't do that to him, I'd feel like such a bitch." She giggled looking back to the pond.
A few ducks started quacking in unison. The tone in her voice seemed more like she actually
was
flattered, and maybe excited by the black man's advances I thought.
She placed her hand on my thigh as she giggled again. "Oh gawd, one time he bumped into me in the hallway with the other girls, and he just looked me up and down and said like, 'Hows my wife doin' or something. I almost died right there. I was so embarrassed, Jim."
My penis started to grow on its own accord to her story. She wasn't going to admit it but she for sure liked it. I could read her face, I knew my Leah.
She quickly retracted her hand and looked at me. "I did refuse all his advances, you know," she said giggling again, "it was just so crazy. That Kivon was out of his mind."
I kept picturing my wife in my head, in this black guys arms. I was completely hard.
Later that night in bed I tossed and turned, trapped in an intense erotic dream. I floated on the sidelines watching Leah accept all of Kivon's advances and took him home. Lips locked together, her arms around him, each other in heated passion.
I saw her slowly stripping in front of him, tossing her clothes to the floor and crawling to him on the bed. She used her mouth on him hungrily and then rode his cock fast and hard. I watched from outside their window, unable to stop her as she surrendered her body to him. I saw how she experienced pure pleasure as her milky white body tangled in heated passion with his dark, muscular form.
My interracial pornography addiction slowly creeped back into my life after that. In secret I was browsing the internet, downloading or streaming the hottest interracial porn I could find. I even payed for a few subscription services, I just had to keep my wife from finding them on a bill.
I sat at my computer looking up sexy celebrity women dating black men and downloaded their images to masturbate to. Sometimes I masturbated so much it would affect my sexual performance in bed. That's the exact moment I started picturing my beautiful wife getting blacked. I would get an instant erection just thinking about it.
About few months went by and I started getting a little sloppy hiding evidence of my shameful addiction. I'd forget to clear my internet history, or leave a video paused on my tablet or something like that. I was lucky she never spotted any of it until the day I eventually fucked up.
One night I was sitting at the table, my face bathed in the only light in the room coming from the interracial porn video playing on my tablet. My wife Leah slept, she had gone to bed early after having a particularly long and frustrating day at work. My hard dick was in my hand and I gave it a tight squeeze when I saw the large glistening black cock enter the small white blonde girl from behind.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head in ecstasy as that big black cock must of kissed her cervix. She gritted her teeth and started moaning loudly as her black lover slowly see-sawed in and out of her wet pussy. Her moans echoed through my room.
"Shit." I fumbled with the volume controls.
I forgot I had it on full blast.. The last thing I wanted was to wake Leah up to
that
