My crazy horny ex-girlfriend

I want to tell you a story about my ex-girlfriend Kelly. I remember the first time she had sex with a black guy. We were just hanging out, fucking, and living life to the fullest. Then things spiraled into cuckolding, and we spent a whole year in it until she dumped me. Now I remember it all and realize I want that crazy, dirty life with her again.

It all started with an argument. We had a fight, she totally trolled me, and suddenly we found ourselves in the world of interracial sex. Even before things got serious, she liked to point out guys she wanted to fuck with. It was our game. And after we moved in together, she knew exactly what turned me on. I thought she was just teasing me trying to get me going. One day we went to the mall.

We went into a sporting goods store. And then this guy walked in. Kelly slapped me across the arm: «Oh my God, look at this hottie!» I glanced at him. Tall, with pigtails on his head, he looks like a professional football player.

She immediately started talking like she’d fuck with someone like that until she passed out. I waved it off: «Yeah, blah, blah, blah.» Then we went outside, and she sat down on a bench and looked at him. He went into another store. She got up, went there, walked around, and came back.

She looks at me and says: «You’ll let me fuck with him if I ask?» I laughed: «You’re not going to come up to him and ask him directly, are you?» And she had this look in her eyes I’d never seen before. I shrugged: «Okay, go ahead and ask.» She walked straight up to him. I stood there and watched.

He asked if she was my girlfriend. I said yes. He told me that she came straight up to him and asked if he wanted to come home with us and fuck her. Then he looked at me seriously and asked if I agreed because he didn’t want any trouble.

So we drove home. At the traffic light, I saw her already giving him a blow job. I was absolutely stunned. At home, she immediately took him to the bedroom. I asked if he had condoms, but she said she wanted to go without them. I told her she wasn’t on the pill and could get pregnant. And she simply replied that she was willing to take the risk. I looked at them and waved my hand, like, let them do what they wanted.

Then I watched as he slowly pushed his thick black cock into her pussy, which had never seen a black cock before. And he started fucking her. They fucked lying down first, and then he put her on all fours. She fucked with such desire and moaned loudly on purpose. My cock got so hard that I started jerking off right there, and soon I broke loose cumming all over the floor.

Kelly came so hard they almost broke the bed. I left them to continue their fun and went into another room. They fucked loudly almost all night. I occasionally came in to watch. Kelly was happier than ever. I’d never seen her so sexy.

In the end, this relationship lasted a couple of months, until he left. He’d come over and they’d just fuck. We had a bunch of similar stories after that. Different guys, sometimes two at a time, sometimes she’d go visit someone else for the weekend. We’d sometimes film it all. I still have those recordings. Sometimes I turn them on and jerk off remembering how she moaned under them, how she looked at me while she was being fucked.

And then she dumped me. She said she was tired, that she wanted a real life without all this. Or maybe she found someone more serious. I don’t know. She just left. And now I’m sitting here replaying that first meeting in the store in my head, her look, how she walked toward him, how they fucked without a condom.

And all the other times. I realize I want her back. I want that filth again, that addiction, those videos, those nights when she moans under someone else’s black cock, and I cum at the sight of her. And I want her to look at me with that same hungry gaze again asking for permission.

I know it sounds crazy. But after a year of this, regular sex seems bland. And she’s the only one with whom it felt real. If she could come back, I’d go through it all again.