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  I’ve got to get warmed up again, she thought. A few clicks had Carol back on the guy-girl pictures and masturbating but she was still thinking about ‘those other men’. Every time she scanned through the thumbnails she found a white woman with a pair of black hands on her. Or a big black cock in a white feminine mouth. Or a black cock inside a white pussy. Those interracial scenes were everywhere now that she started looking! Could interracial porn be THAT popular? It was shamefully obvious that the married housewife was getting hot again looking at the black men. Not just hot but dirty hot. Carol needed to cum. Cum thinking about fucking those big black cocks like a dirty slut.

  She clicked on the INTERRACIAL link again and the whole screen was flooded with giant black dicks and sexy white girls. Occasionally there was a white man with a black girl but Carol’s eyes skipped right over those. The naughty feeling was quickly creeping back into her belly while her fingers slipped back into her cunt. She shouldn’t be looking at all these black men, but it was definitely putting her back in the mood for sex. Yes, she was doing it for her husband after all, wasn’t she? Ben had practically begged her to look at dirty pictures and Carol was definitely warming up. There was irony knowing that her husband (who hated blacks) had steered her inadvertently into looking at interracial porn to warm her up.

  And how could she not get warmed up after watching a blonde girl getting a foot of black dick shoved up her tight little pussy? Or a redhead with pale skin sandwiched between two handsome dark skinned men? Or a sexy housewife shoved up against the wall and punished by a brutish looking black man with a giant black pole up inside of her? Or a-

  “Carol, are you coming back in?” she heard from the bedroom.

  It had been over twenty minutes. She quickly closed the browser and shut the computer down. I need to get fucked so bad right now, she thought while racing to the bedroom. When Ben’s eyes adjusted to the light coming from the hallway he saw his wife throwing her robe down and jumping on the bed. She seized his cock with a vigor he had never seen before, sucking it hard while pumping it and playing with his balls. Whatever she had watched had her worked up big time and he was the lucky recipient. As she sucked, she shuffled her ass toward Ben’s direction and he took the queue to play with her. As his fingers found his wife’s pussy, he couldn’t believe how wet she was. It was like she used a quart of lubricant on herself. She moaned around his cock as his fingers penetrated her and that just fueled her to pump him faster. He tried to pull his wife off so that they could actually have sex, but she was on a mission for his cum. At least it seemed so!

  “I’m gonna cum! Gonna cum! Uhhh!” Ben yelled out. She kept sucking him until he couldn’t stand it any longer – his body spasming from his wife’s talented mouth. She pulled a glob of cum from her lips and swallowed it, smiling as she did.

  “Yummy,” she beamed as she crawled up to him and lied down beside her husband. “I need you so bad right now,” she whispered. “You have no idea how fucking horny I am. I hope you took your heart medication because I am going to ride you all night long!” She pulled Ben on top of her and tugged at his cock. “Come on, put it in me!”

  Ben was still a little hard and very excited over his wife’s enthusiasm. He slipped himself into her hot pussy and realized something had worked up his wife like never before. She wrapped her legs around him and bit his neck and scratched her nails along his back. He kept thrusting but sex so soon after his ejaculation wasn’t happening as well as he liked.

  “What’s wrong? Are you actually getting soft?” she asked.

  “I just came, remember?”

  “But Ben, I need you now. Fuck me please!”

  He thrust as fast as he could but it was no use. Ben thought of himself as a good lover but nobody could recover that quickly. He pulled out of his unsatisfied wife and watched his dick flop downward.

  Ben ended up lying next to his wife as she fingered herself to a very loud orgasm. They snuggled next to each other and touched gently like they had years ago. “I love you,” she whispered.

  “I love you too,” he replied. And that is how they fell asleep.

  It was 3am when Ben woke up to go to the bathroom. As he shuffled back into their bedroom he looked at Carol sleeping soundly and decided to spy on the computer again. He wasn’t sure what his wife was looking at on the computer but his curiosity was getting the better of him. He sat down in the swivel chair and waited for the monitor to power up. When it finally illuminated the blackness of the living room he found himself staring at the main sign-on screen again. He looked around for anything she might have written her password on but came up empty handed. On a whim he tried the name of their cat: RALLY. It didn’t work. That was about all the effort he had in him, however, and he shut the screen off, returning to bed and his waiting wife.

  The sixth day…

  After coming in from the grocery store Carol realized she had some down time and felt a familiar urge returning to her body. She checked the grocery bags for things that needed to go into the refrigerator and then headed upstairs.

  t – r – o – u – b – l – e ENTER

  Click. Open the browser.

  Click. Open the bookmarks.

  Carol paused and looked at the bookmarks. There was the one labeled WARMUP that she had placed there, but now there were others. Each label a telling tale of what waited for her if she were to click on them:

  BLACKS ON BLONDES

  INTERRACIAL.COM

  INTERRACIAL DATING CENTRAL BLOGSPOT

  I NEED IT BLACK

  BLACK MEN WHITE WIFE AND CUCKOLD BLOG

  She knew for a fact that she never bookmarked any other website, yet there they were. Was it possible they populated there by themselves? Or had Ben found out about her searches and done this to mock her? If it was the latter, Carol was going to be in for a fight that could easily result in a divorce. She knew he would never stay married to a “nigger lover” as he liked to call women who dated interracially.

  The housewife glanced at her Charriol Swiss watch and picked up the phone, calling her neighbor’s house. “Hi Alice, it’s me. How are you?”

  Alice Kinsley answered over the phone, “Good. Great, actually. Why are you calling? We do live across the street from each other.”

  Carol wasn’t sure how to cover up the fact that she was getting ready to masturbate to porn on her computer and decided to fib with a half truth, “Oh, I am just tired and don’t feel like getting up. Unlike you, Alice. What’s got you so bubbly?”

  “Oh nothing. Just having a great day.”

  “You sound it. Is this a ‘nothing’ from this new mystery man you’ve been hiding from everyone?”

  There was a long pause, “Maybe…”

  “So when do we get to meet him?”

  “Oh, I don’t know. The kids haven’t even met him yet and I don’t know if I’m ready to introduce him right now.”

  Carol, frowned, “Hmmm, mysterious, Alice, very mysterious. Okay, keep your secrets. Listen, I just have a quick question for your son. Is he there?”

  Alice’s tone changed, “Why, what did he do wrong?”

  “Nothing at all. Don’t worry. I just have a computer question.”

  “Oh, okay then. I’ll send him right over-”

  “No!” Carol cut her off, “Don’t send him over. I haven’t put on my makeup yet. Uh, I just need to ask him a quick question on the phone.”

  “Okay, fine. I’ll go get him. Have a good day. Say hi to Ben.”

  “I will.”

  The sound of the phone being put down was followed by talking and explosive noises in the background; the Kinsley’s TV was undoubtedly on. A minute later Brian came on. “Uhh, hey Mrs. Stanwick. My mom said you wanted to talk to me?”

  “Yes, please. Just an easy question. Can a bookmark just appear on your browser if you don’t put it there yourself?” Carol tapped the desk nervously. If the answer was ‘no’ then Ben had found out her password and was setting her up.

  “
Uhhh, yeah, sure,” Brian responded. “I mean, if you… uhmm, like if you go to a bunch of sites that are all the same the browser could add the advertisers to your bookmarks. That happens all the time.”

  Carol let out a sigh of relief. “So it’s not anything I need to worry about?”

  “Nah. Just delete them if you don’t want them. I mean, if you are worried about it I could come over and make sure your adware software is set properly-”

  “No, no, no. There’s no need. It’s just links to clothing stores and stuff. Nothing I am too worried about.”

  “Okay. So that’s all you need?”

  Carol told her neighborhood geek ‘thanks’ and hung up with him. So the links were just from her interracial searches the night before and her secret was still safe from Ben. The housewife’s eyes trained on the top link and she clicked it after a slight hesitation. She then checked the next one, and the next one.

  Each website was naughtier than the next. Videos, pictures, stories, even a blogspot where white women went to find black men for dating. The forty one year old woman was just about to unbutton her pants when she heard the garage door open and Ben pulling in - he was home early. Quickly she logged off and rushed downstairs to the kitchen in time to see her husband walk through the laundry room which led to the garage.

  He peered into the kitchen to see Carol unloading the groceries. “Hi honey. Did you just get home too?”

  “Yes,” she lied. “The lines at the store were rather long.”

  The sixth night…

  The excuses came easily to justify her pornographic searches for black men.

  This fascination with black men is just a phase like the other fantasies.

  This is for Ben more than it is for me.

  My husband probably looks at porn, so why can’t I?

  What my husband doesn’t know won’t hurt him...

  The excitement was too much as Carol orgasmed quickly watching two lingerie clad blondes servicing one sexy black man. She desperately wanted to hear the moans and screams louder, but the scenes were occasionally punctuated by a girl screaming out, “Fuck me with you BIG BLACK COCK!” or other similar comment. No, it would have to remain quiet as Ben would never approve of this fantasy.

  As she continued to watch the videos Carol became frustrated with the short length of the clips and how distracting it became. Still, she decided to shut things down and lay down with her husband before the temptation to cum again overwhelmed her. She opened the door to the bedroom and fondled herself right there for her waiting husband. “You want me tonight?”

  He stared at her silhouette with desire, truly admiring his wife’s beauty and sexual energy. “Oh I want you all right. What’s on your mind?”

  If you only knew, my dear husband. If you only knew.

  The seventh day…

  There was still an hour before Ben got home; plenty of time for her to enjoy her online purchase. Carol slipped the credit card back in her purse and –with a high level of excitement- clicked the ‘Members’ button. She typed in her new logon and password then hit ‘Enter’. The words Blacks on Blondes filled the top of the screen and she scrolled through the lengthy movies available. Of course the name was a misnomer; the site had plenty of brunettes and redheads too. What it definitely had in abundance, however, was exactly what she needed to see: hot dirty interracial sex with well hung black men. She clicked ‘Save’ then ‘Play’, ‘Save’ then ‘Play’, ‘Save’ then ‘Play’, ‘Save’ then ‘Play’…

  Back to the seventh night…

  Carol hadn’t lied when she said she ‘warmed up’ three times that night. What she didn’t tell Ben was that she had orgasmed about four other times before he even got home. It was wrong and dirty and slutty and she knew it. But one realization she made was that her best most intense climaxes came when she felt naughty, and this fantasy made her feel oh-so-naughty indeed.

  As the evening progressed Ben fucked her hard from behind and slapped her ass like she had instructed him. Her clueless husband had no idea that –while he held his wife’s body tightly to him and pushed his dick deep inside of her- Carol was nowhere near their bed. Sure, her body was. But her mind was far away in the arms of a passionate dark lover who fucked her longer, who filled her up more, who made her whole body alight with desire. With each crack of her husband’s hand on her ass she saw herself within her own salacious porn scene…

  My husband has no idea what a slut I am!

  Spank my naughty white ass!

  Ooooh, fuck me with that BIG BLACK COCK!

  Get your friends to fuck my little white pussy too.

  Oh that is what I need, two black guys fucking me.

  Or three…

  Or four…

  Ooh that’s it!

  Fuck me like the cheating married bitch I am.

  All that thick white cum shooting all over my face.

  Cumming on my tits.

  Cumming deep up in my cunt.

  It’s so much bigger than my husband’s cock…

  *******

  Ben was exhausted as he collapsed back on his pillow, the sweat beading up on his forehead. If his wife was going to be like this all the time, how was he ever going to keep up? He once more considered getting a prescription for Viagra or one of the other drugs they had on the market but his doctor already warned him about it reacting poorly with his heart medication. The last thing he needed was another heart attack. Not that he minded the increase in her sex drive, but she was completely changed. Even after a half hour on the computer and a half hour with him, she wasn’t satisfied.

  “Come on, Ben!” she complained, tugging at his limp penis. “I’m not done for the night!”

  “I just can’t anymore, I’m out of shape I guess,” he defended himself.

  Carol got out of bed and threw on her robe; her body still craving more for the night that her husband could not provide.

  “Where are you going?” he asked.

  “Don’t worry about it. I just need to ‘warm-up’ a couple more times.” With that she walked out of the bedroom and closed the door.

  Hidden Secrets

  Ben leaned over and gave his wife a kiss, “Hey hon, I’ll miss you this week. You’ve been amazing.”

  Carol squeezed him back, “Oh, I’ll miss you too, sweetheart. You haven’t been too bad yourself. Thanks for coming up with our warm-up plan.” She couldn’t help but smile at him, knowing what she knew and –more specifically- what Ben didn’t know.

  “Hey, no warming-up while I’m gone this week. I want you to have lots of energy for me when I get back.”

  “I only watch those movies for you, you know. Besides, you can’t be renting any of those adult movies at the hotel either.”

  He rolled his eyes in an exaggerated manner – the way he always did when he was trying to cover something up – and looked right at her. “Carol, I don’t rent those movies.”

  “Sweetheart, you are so full of shit and you know it. When your hotel bill comes back with five charges for movies at $9.99 each you don’t think I know what you are watching? Give me a break.”

  “I, uh- hey when do you look at my hotel bills?” he looked down at Carol standing in her robe by the laundry room door.

  “I know everything,” she told him dead pan. Ben froze until she broke into a smile. “I’m just kidding, Ben! Relax. You can watch your smut movies if you want. I give you permission.”

  “Really?” he stammered. “Are you sure this isn’t a trap?”

  “Nope. Stroke away, my naughty husband. They are just movies. They don’t really mean anything, right?”

  He looked at Carol puzzlingly, “Uhhh, sure. I mean, yes! Exactly! That is what I have been telling you all along. Just because we look at an adult movie or magazine doesn’t mean we’re horrible people. It’s just a thing.”

  I’m glad you feel that way, Carol thought to herself.

  She watched her husband drive out of the cul-de-sac from the living room window and th
en pulled the blinds shut tight. After making a cup of coffee she settled into the computer chair and browsed the internet for something for herself. It was a tradition that she always bought something for herself when Ben went on a trip; a bottle of perfume, a nice sweater, some extra strong gourmet coffee.