Maggie Got Blacked & Addicted

The best mistake I made in my marriage was unceremoniously introducing my wife to interracial porn. I don’t regret it, but if I were to do it all over again, I would choose a different tactic to go about things. Hopefully, the result won’t be what it turned out to be now.

Maggie never used to share in my indulgence of watching porn. Let me change that: she did share, but she wasn’t as ardent as I’d often wish she’d be. We have often made love while watching porn numerous times, and always, Maggie is quick to get turned on by sex than by the porn flick playing on the TV in our bedroom.

Things changed one night while I was up in bed watching an interracial porn flick on my laptop computer that rested on my thighs. Watching porn helps me relieve stress, though I can’t masturbate to it, not with Maggie beside me.

Maggie was reading a book, which usually helps her fall asleep faster when she got curious and saw how well I was enjoying the movie. She dropped her book and snuggled closer.

“Wow, look at him,” she indicated at the bull on the screen who was fucking the shit out of a blonde chick. “He’s got a huge dick. My God!”

“Yeah, he sure does,” I nodded in agreement.

“I don’t think I’ve seen this clip before. What’s the name of the movie?”

I mentioned the name to her. It was part of a series that I regularly look forward to downloading whenever they upload a new clip. How Maggie went about caressing my arm and rubbing her leg under the covers made me aware that she was grooving to the action.

The movie continued, and Maggie stayed awed at other black men manhandling different white women in the video. She went from caressing my arm to my torso, and from there, her arm slipped to my groin. My penis grew turgid in response to her grip.

“You enjoying it?” I asked her, indicating the movie.

 “Yeah . . . it’s very . . . engaging. I never knew black men were so endowed. Do you think this is real?”

“As real as you’d want to believe, hon. You don’t think it’s true?”

“I dunno,” she murmured while her hand stayed busy stroking my erection underneath my shorts. Her breathing was growing heavy, and I noticed her nipples were hard like the sharp edge of pencils behind the nightgown’s fabric. “Their cocks look way bigger than yours, darling,” she said.

“For real? I thought mine was bigger?” I laughed.

Maggie shook her head. “Not from what I’m seeing. Here, let me show you.”

She pushed the covers off my thighs and pulled my penis out of its hiding place. I adjusted myself to sit upright better while still keeping my laptop balanced on my thighs as she got busy sucking my cock.  

It was an incredible moment with me getting my dick sucked by my wife in bed while simultaneously watching an interracial porn flick. Up till that moment, I never thought I would get it better. It looked as if the stars had completely aligned for me in ways I could never have predicted. My wife fed on my dick so good that I could barely concentrate on the movie again. I eventually stopped her so I could drop the laptop on my bedside table before returning to her. The sex that night was explosive. I went on hammering Maggie with as much force that I could muster. Amid our sex, we talked about the porn flick.  

“Uhhghh, give it to me, darling,” Maggie muttered. “I bet you wish you have yourself a giant black cock, don’t you, babe?”

“Ohh fuck, yeah!” I gasped as I laid on top of her, slamming her pussy with every ounce of strength I could muster. My eyes stayed half-shut, and I couldn’t help imagining that my Maggie was being fucked by one of those black studs in the movie. The more fervent I imagined her, the harder I thrust into her pussy.

“Oh God, babe,” I whimpered. “I want to see you take a big black cock!”

“Really, darling?” Maggie ground her hips against me, thrusting her pelvis upward to capture my dick. “You’d love that, won’t you, babe?”

“Oh yeah! Ooh fuck yeah!”

“Will you get me a black dick to fuck, babe?”

“Uhhgghh! Yes, babe,” I gasped frantically. “I’ll do that! I’ll find you a black dick to fuck you!”

“A thick, strong, black dick?”

“Yes, babe,” I moaned. “I strong black dick.”

I turned her over to be on her elbows and knees and entered her creamy pussy from behind. Her pussy felt fucking good. Unlike other times that we’ve had sex, tonight seemed extraordinary. Maggie moaned and kept pleading for me to get her a strong and mighty black dick to fuck. I shut my eyes and surrendered my emotions and climaxed inside my wife in the best way ever.

We slept fitfully in each other’s arms that night. I kept replaying the image of seeing my Maggie in the arms of another man, a strong black man. I knew I had to do something about this, and fast. I cannot wait longer, least I fear that Maggie might suddenly come to her senses and change her mind.

I did eventually find a lover for Maggie.  

It took several weeks after I’d uploaded photos of her onto my social media, then spent hours into days weeding out fake or unqualified responses from ones I considered with serious intentions. Maggie did ask how I was going about my search, but I offered her as minimal response as possible. The little she knew about how I was doing my search, the better I felt.  

A bull replied to me one time I was at work, and we got to work out details about meeting for real. His name was Jackson, and he was in his early thirties. He had seen nude snapshots I’d posted of Maggie and decided to contact me. His photos showed that he had the right size of equipment I wanted for my wife. Yes, he had screwed numerous wives before, so handling my wife was sure to be a piece of cake. I admired his confidence, though I was slightly thrown off when he asked about my stance in this feat.

“What would you want to do?” he asked. “Where do you see yourself in this?”

“What do you mean?”

“Some husbands love to sit back and watch, while others want to join in the fun,” he politely explained. “You want to see me cream into your wife? You’d like it if I bred her?”

“I don’t . . . I don’t know. I guess I’d like that, yeah.”

“You’d want to lick my cum out of your wife?”

“Ahh, I don’t know. Could I . . . I’d like to start with watching.”

Jackson shrugged. “No harm in that. Where would you want us doing it? Your place, or somewhere?”

I told him that I would get back to him regarding that. 

Maggie and I sat up all night talking about Jackson and what he had in mind to do to her. She was all in for wanting to meet with him. We opted to meet at a motel two weeks later when I knew it would be most convenient for us. I called Jackson and told him everything; he said he was up for the challenge.

The weekend arrived, and Maggie and I arrived at the motel an hour before our scheduled meet with Jackson. We waited for him in the lounge room, where we told him we would be when he arrived. He exchanged a hug and a kiss with Maggie before settling down. His affable character quickly rubbed off on her, and we sat there making idle talk before deciding it was time to take things upstairs. I led the way to our room while he and Maggie came a step behind.

Inside the room, Maggie was initially timid regarding how to get started on things. Jackson seemed adept at getting things started. I settled at a chair and watched him lead Maggie to the bed. He began kissing the side of her neck before moving onto her lips. Maggie responded almost immediately.  

They got to kissing and caressing each other that I might as well not have been in the room with them.

Jackson laid Maggie on the bed while still kissing her. His hand slipped underneath her dress to caress her thighs. Maggie urged him to get out of his clothes, which eventually he did.  I picked his discarded clothes and went and folded them on the sofa; I did the same to Maggie’s also.

She gasped with awe when he unearthed his prick out of his jeans. I, too, was equally impressed by his girth. It was unlike the photos he had sent me; seeing it live seemed to knock the wind out of my lips. Seeing how Maggie appeared to fawn over his cock let me know that she won’t be the same woman once Jackson got done fucking her.

This was the day my wife’s black cock addiction began, and suffice to say that it’s still going on strong till this day. As I mentioned earlier, if I could change things, I would have instead shared her with Jackson rather than allowed them to fuck alone. It got me thinking back when Jackson initially asked where I saw myself in this. I never assumed then that I would end up becoming a cuckold as I was now. Except then I knew less about what I know now. Jackson has since laid claim to Maggie and now fucks her on a regular basis in and out of our home. Maggie and I have ceased having sex as she has since declared to me that her pussy henceforth belongs to Jackson alone.

Imagine that.