I Married A White Man But I Only Like Black Cock

I did what society and my family expected me to do. I chose a white man to marry.

In the US, interracial marriages with one white partner are very uncommon, especially among high-income professionals like me and my family. There is still a lot of judgment. It's very taboo for a white girl to marry a man of another race.

I love my husband and we get along great. He is a great dad. The only thing missing is good sex.

He thinks it's great. I let him take me whenever he wants, which is usually once a week. I just lay there while he fucks me. He enjoys it so much, and cums after 3 or 4 minutes. I fake my orgasm and say I love you. He rolls over and falls asleep.

I occasionally check his phone to make sure he's not cheating. In his conversations with his buddies, he makes fun of them for not having good sex with their wives. He thinks he's an amazing lover who keeps his wife fully satisfied.

His dick isn't small. I married the white man with the biggest dick I could find, who was still a decent person, not a jerk. 7.5 inches is great, but...

Starting in college I met Black men with truly large cocks. I didn't sleep with under 8 inches and didn't date under 8.5 inches. The best were guys who combined length, thickness, and a good rhythm.

My secret lover, Darius, has a 10-inch beer can-thick cock. I just have to look at it and I get an orgasm.

Darius is a sweet man, accomplished and with a career of his own. He has been my love for most of my marriage. We like our arrangement. The only problem is that, as we get older, he is starting to desire marriage and a family.

It hurts so much that even if I left my husband (and found a way to do it without damaging his self-confidence, because I do love him and never want to hurt him), it would be socially impossible for me to marry Darius.

Maybe if we left the United States we could get married, but here it's untenable. I can just imagine the looks we'd get, me, a petite white woman in a doctor's gown, with a stethoscope on my neck, and him, burly Black professional athlete. It is sad because I love him, but society gets in the way.