My wife Daisy (fake name) is a very modest woman. She's only ever been with 2 men including me despite plenty of opportunities from her active social life, partying in her youth, and travelling across the world.
It was her choice, no one else's. When all her friends indulged their curiosities to have a taste of this dick and that cock, she never partook.
Even after we got married, she never expressed much desire to experiment or regret over not having "tried" this that and the other when I asked her.
So you can imagine my surprise when she accidentally left her account synced on my laptop, leading me to discover her porn history filled with bbc porn.
It shook me too the core. I had dabbled in bbc cuckold porn from time to time, but never did i ever think to associate this with my very own, very modest wife.
I really didnt know what to do about this discovery. I looked, explored, turned it all off, walk away from for a while, tried to process it all.
But soon all that was left was a tidal wave of arousal. It was like a barrier had broken - one separating porn from my real life.
I had a very particular sexual craving. Whereas there was previously one for sex and one for porn, it was like an itch for something different, something in between. My porn. Porn of my real life. Porn of my real wife.
I knew I shouldnt, but i crossed the line. I masturbated. I came. On one screen, my wife's porn history. On the other, pictures of my wife.
My little modest wife, my quiet peaceful world, defiled by the filthy world of porn and fetishisation. The shame i felt afterwards was enourmous and that made the sensation even greater. It was unlike anything else i've experienced before.
I was hooked. Hooked to the image of my own wife with a bbc.
Still, i'm afraid to speak to my wife about it. I'm afraid that'll make it real, make it come to life, cross that irreversible bridge.
I'm afraid of what i'll find out about her. About her cravings. I know i want it, but I also don't want to lose what i have with her.
Her history is still synced. Her habits are ever ongoing. I'm a coward. An aroused coward. So i continue masturbating to the idea of her, whilst having sex with the Daisy I know. Hope that makes sense.
One day maybe the line'll be blurred. Maybe not through my own choice, maybe i'll grow a pair.
For now, the blacked Daisy only exists in my head, and the real Daisy is a faithful suburban wife.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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