Before he knew about my addiction
 

Does anyone else have a similar story to share?

Before my husband knew about my lifestyle with BBC, and other men, it was a real addiction for me. It was not just about who the guy was more about the erotic and taboo.

So I'm a nice white girl from an upstanding family and I'm only going to do the moral things that I was taught in my raising; so they thought.

I was married as soon as I graduated from college. My husband worked nights and I would go clubing with my girlfirends all most every night. One of my married girlfriends left with another man and I remember thinking about how erotic it was. She was giving up her married body to another man. After listening to her stories and knowing her secrets I just had to try it for myself.

An unknown man, or not well known man, in the club would buy my drinks and we would chat and dance. He would always try to run his game to see what I was willing to do.
I would get so turned on by the display of affection; these guys wanted me desparately.
At first it was just the thrill of the foreplay and then one day I crossed the line by having extra marital sex. That was it, I was hooked on the thrill of it all.
The thought of being seen by someone that knew me, my family or my husband. The thought of getting caught in my house, in my bed or getting pregnant was just too erotic.

At first I always practiced safe sex but once I got to know the guy a little better condoms were never a priorty. A man taking me, being inside of me, cuming inside of me, I loved it.
There were times I would be home just before my husband got out of work. I would have sex with him just in case I was pregnant by another man.
One time I had 3 men in the same night.

Now that hubby knows, and I am much older, it is not as intense but still a rush.

The married ones usually more fun. they want it more. almost a matter of need. the danger the excitement, all of it 'forbidden'. when the guy is Black then even more so - what would their friends say

I was with a pretty nice guy for several months, a sweetheart and smart. But right around the time we started dating I was having these most intense, distracting fantasies about some of the black men prior to him. I was completely incapable of ignoring those desires and thoughts, I tried my best to quell them, push them into the back of my mind, but reading erotica and watching IR online just wasn't cutting it. He eventually found out when I told him, reluctantly, as I knew how much it would hurt him. But I told him simply, the pleasure and complete bliss a black man gave me could not compare.