Black Gooning Couple 01
Dead Bed Awakening
They had been married for years; the spark that once burned brightly between them had long since dimmed. After the honeymoon phase and the miscarriages, they accepted their fate, deciding to grow old together with just each other.
Things were different after that. The bed grew cold, months passed by without touch. She thought he had grown disinterested in her, maybe he was tired or worse...bored. Then she found out the truth.
He forgot to lock his phone one day and a few notifications popped up from one of his apps. Curious, she followed them. What she found were endless tabs filled with Porn – women of different sizes, ages, mostly black, but still more beautiful than her. That's what she felt, and she couldn't shake that feeling.
She felt betrayed, angry, almost humiliated. Why would he choose those women instead of her? Why sneak away? Why lie? She confronted him. Her tone was one she promised never to wield in their household, but in that moment, it was all that mattered. The shame on his face only deepened her hurt.
He just needed an escape from everything when the almost constant crying started and her depression set in. He couldn't tell his wife that it was okay not to have children. He knew she had lost what it meant to achieve true womanhood. So he suffered in silence. In that silence, he found porn.
Actually, he never left porn. Like any young man, he would watch regularly before he met his wife. But she was different. She was more than what was on his screen. It truly was a dream come true.
His wife used to showcase her amazing skills almost constantly. Her libido was much higher than his and she was super kinky. He knew he had found a unicorn; he still loved her without question. He was just tired.
But the weight of her current crisis changed her. He had to be her cheerleader and support her. And he had to support himself too. He had to be everything. Porn gave him the boost he needed to face the day and be a supporting husband for his wife in her darkest hour.
He had sexual needs, but he didn't want to force or ask for sex from someone who was broken on the inside. It took a lot of therapy sessions before she got back on her feet. But the porn stayed. The sexual energy in the bedroom never really returned.
After that day, the day she found out he was watching porn, something shifted. There were a few days of shame and stern looks, but it didn't last long. For her, there was curiosity.
If this was what held his attention, maybe she needed to see what he saw. She did factor in how she lost interest in sex after she lost the third child. She missed tempting him and driving him deeper with her ideas and sexual advances.
Instead, she suffered through deep depression, the therapy sessions, the crying randomly. But one thing was always true – he was there for all of it. And he was there without her touch or affection to satisfy his needs. Of course, he would turn to porn.
To reconnect with him, she had to learn what he saw in the screen. Maybe she could find what was missing from the bedroom. Maybe she could be her old self again through them.
One night, after he fell asleep, she scrolled through his bookmarks. At first, it felt awkward – like spying – but then she pressed play. She watched a silent sexual flicker, taking in the rhythm and the way bodies moved with such shameless hunger. Something stirred within her chest...and lower.
Porn had changed so much since she watched it in college. She would never tell anyone how deep she used to be in it. Her husband knew that; that's where she got many of her ideas for him after all. It made sense to go back to her roots to get out of this situation.
So she kept scrolling.
After that night, she used her own phone and scrolled the same sights and content he would watch. She even secretly followed his profile so she could see what he posted and commented on. He was always respectful to the ladies; he never asked for direct messages or advances. That reassured her – he wasn't looking to replace her. He just needed a safe space to feel good.
She didn’t tell him at first, but the seed was planted. The dead bed wasn't so dead anymore—at least not in her head. She began sneaking moments, watching more porn, touching, understanding. Finally, she started masturbating on a regular basis again. Her old drawer full of sex toys once again was opening her up to pleasure again. Those familiar orgasms from edging during college rushed back into her; she was getting her spark back.
Porn was helping her.
Then came the night it all changed. He reached for her, tentative, as he sometimes did when guilt made him want to try again. But she was tired of pretending. She knew he was watching porn. She was secretly watching porn too – there was no going back to the way things used to be.
Instead, she grabbed the remote, turned on the TV, and let a pornographic video play... She had planned this night when it was time. She was ready for him.
The screen lit up with bodies and moans; she didn't even look at him. Silently, she just laid back, her eyes fixed on the scene, a knowing smile on her face.
He froze for a moment – she thought she had killed the last ember between them. He just sat there in silence and he wasn't saying anything. But then—something did happen. He threw off the covers, hardened instantly, his breath ragged. The sight of his wife openly watching porn made him almost frantic; he climbed over her, desperate.
She was stunned, but also wetter than she ever remembered. Her husband always had good orgasm control, but in this moment, all he could muster was about 15 minutes of intense pleasure before releasing his seed inside of her.
Afterwards, she lay there, breathless and confused. She hadn't expected him to want her more because of porn – instead, it became the bridge. This was the start of something new.
She didn’t worry about that too much; she was already having regular orgasms with porn. It just felt good to have a warm body pressed against her again. Her eyes never left the screen; the video was one of his favorites after all.
The next day, she searched for more – longer videos and different genres. His preferences were the blueprint. Each time she pressed play, he became hungrier for her. The anger, the betrayal—it was gone now, replaced by a strange, shared obsession.
Her new kink was finding good porn so her husband would fuck her. If this was how sex worked now – if porn was the fuel – they would burn together.
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