It's me (the husband) writing, but we made this confession together as a couple.

The saying goes that every family has a deep secret. If not always, at least for us that is very true. A secret of the most terrible and dark nature, that we keep so carefully buried like if it was a vital piece of information in a war. And in a way, it is. For it is today certainly the biggest shame of our lives, but, proportionally, it's also our biggest sexual thrill — by far. So, we had to tell it somewhere.

We're both members of a nationalist movement and, among its different lines and sub-divisions, we are more specifically Nazis. I'm 24 and she's 21. We met through the internet and are married for two years now. We are well known to the movement in our area. You can say we are considered in our circle their ideal, perfect couple - the perfect aryan couple, they would say.

What is unknown is that she's had an interracial closet fetish for some years. She told me a little before we married, and I embraced her. However, at that time even she didn't know that I repressed an inner crave to give my angelic aryan wife to be used by a well-endowed n****r until he gets fully satisfied with her little body.

In a summer vacation where nobody knew us, and we stayed for two weeks, a n****r natural of that place kinda seduced us. He talked me into taking her to a precarious old toilet that existed in an isolated corner, for him. We hesitated but I ended up taking her - hand in hand like a good couple.

I watched the door as they made out intensely. He put his big cock out until it broke her last resistance and she fell on her knees, and fucked her powerfully like nothing she had experienced before on all fours in front of the dirty toilet, forcing her to lick it. He even made her say humiliating things such as, that she loved big black cock, that she preferred black cock to white and n****rs were sexually superior.

After that day he went regularly to the place where we were staying and he fucked her like a beast everyday before sleep, instead of me, until the end of the trip.

Now we are watching a lot of interracial porn together to indulge our awakened fantasy, but we believe we'll have to find another n****r to fuck again. Of course, nobody can find out, but we can't live without this interracial cuckolding anymore, that felt almost like a metaphysical ritual to us. The risk and the tabboo are the greater motivators.