Watching Interracial Porn with Myra
How watching interracial porn affected my marriage for the better.
I remember the heightened fright that lit my wife’s face when she challenged herself to watch an interracial porn flick with me. It was a day I will never forget; it was also the day our marriage took a dramatic turn to what it has become.
Myra has always been aware of my love for watching porn. She considers it an addiction, while I consider it fun, and loves admonishing me the few times she has caught me watching any. Myra would prefer I go out fishing than spend odd hours jerking off to porn (a good thing she is clueless regarding the genre of porn I love.) Watching porn is my ideal way of relaxing after a gruelling day at work. It is more relaxing than drinking beer while watching an NFL game. As much as Myra despises me watching them, even though I try my best not to watch them whenever she’s around, she allows me to savour my indulgence as long as it doesn’t impact my sexual prowess when making love to her; she would have taken umbrage if that were the case.
So far, nothing of such had occurred. But things were about to change in ways neither of us could have expected.
It was late on a Friday night when I quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to stir Myra. I slipped my feet into my slippers, exited the bedroom, and hurried downstairs to the living room.
I switched on the lights to see my way as I hooked an auxiliary cable to my laptop, then plugged the end into the back of my TV. The screen came on, and I clicked on my favourite porn playlist on my computer, grabbed the TV remote, hurried to the kitchen to grab a Heineken out of the fridge, and then returned to the living room. I switched off the lights and plopped myself on the sofa.
The first movie started playing. I laid the remote beside me, popped the tab of my Heineken, and relaxed myself. While I watched, I slipped my hand into my pyjamas to cradle my penis, urging it to come alive. That happened halfway into the movie, as the porn started to entice my medulla. I impatiently began jerking my cock, wanting it to grow hard fast.
“Alex, what are you doing?”
I was startled when I heard her voice that I yelped and spilt beer on my thighs. I flung my hand out of my pyjamas in a flash, but it was too late as Myra stood behind the sofa and caught everything I was doing before interrupting my peaceful moment. How in God’s name had she made her way down the stairs without me hearing her, I wondered.
“Myra, what the hell!” I exclaimed indignantly. “You nearly gave me a heart attack there.”
Myra went and switched on the lights so I could see her better. She stood imposing with her arms folded across her chest, ready to unleash a diatribe on me.
“Is this why you’re always sneaking out of bed nearly every night,” she indicated at what I was watching. “So you could enjoy watching some porn? Aren’t I fucking good enough for you, Alex?”
“Keep your voice down, Myra. The neighbours are liable to hear you at this hour. Also, this is my relaxing hour, and I thought you’d be asleep enough to care what I do around midnight.”
“Oh, but I should care, Alex—I’m your wife, for fuck’s sake, so I should care.” She stopped to look at what was displayed on the TV screen, and that was when her eyes lit up in fear and awe. “Oh my God, the fuck is that?” she pointed at the screen.
“What? The fuck is what?”
“Don’t you see what that black man’s sporting?” she was aghast when she said this. “My God, is that his cock?”
“Sure looks like it, honey,” I replied, amused by what was on the screen—it showed an athletic black man getting ready to stick his massive prick inside a middle-aged woman’s vagina. “Ever seen one that big?”
“No, I never have,” Myra declared. “Even you aren’t as big as that fellow. My God, he’s serious about fucking the woman with that huge cock. This isn’t real, is it, darling?”
“Sure, it’s real,” I nearly laughed. “Why would you think it isn’t? You’ve never seen an interracial porn movie before?”
“No, no,” she muttered, stunned by what she witnessed on the TV. “I don’t think . . . I mean, I never thought that white women ever got a kick out of . . . having sex with black men. My God, she looks like she’s enjoying it, too.”
“Come sit beside me, hon,” I suggested. “This could be a great education for you.”
“Just one second, dear.”
Myra disappeared momentarily, then returned with a beer in her hand. She switched off the room’s lights before coming to nestle beside me. By the time we got into the third movie on my playlist—this one involved a white blonde getting gangbanged by four black men—Myra had drained her beer, shoved her hand into my pyjamas and caressed my penis. My penis wasted no time growing hard due to her ministrations. I decided to caress her back. Myra’s breathing deepened until she couldn’t hold back anymore. She sat up and fished my semi-hard prick out of his hiding place.
“Watching this porn with you has got me so fucking horny right now,” she moaned and lowered her head to attack my cock with her mouth. “Mmm, too bad your cock isn’t black,” she muttered before resuming her cock-sucking activity.
I was astounded by what I had heard my wife utter. I couldn’t believe she was aroused by the interracial porn she was watching with me. Who would have thought that interracial porn could convince my wife to become a horny slut?
Myra didn’t bother to watch the movie anymore, as she was consumed with me fucking her mouth. She stopped to hurry out of her clothes and shoved my pyjamas down my legs so that she could then straddle me. The actions of the movie reflected on her body as she mounted my dick and proceeded to work her hips. She kissed me with a passion I hadn’t witnessed coming from her before. I caressed her butt and kept wishing she was riding a black cock instead of mine.
I scrambled for the TV remote and switched it off, then Myra came off me, and we took our lovemaking upstairs to finish what we had started.
Our relationship changed that night, and since then, Myra has watched countless interracial porn flicks with me. She has become so enchanted with black men, and always informs me anytime a black man compliments her at the restaurant where she works. I can tell she’s itching to know how having a black man in bed would feel. Hopefully, things will lead to that occurring soon.
I can’t wait.
She will be so stimulated