Black Gooning Couple 03
Porn set them free
They still had a few weeks before the trip. In that time, Aisha started to take charge of their new life with porn. It was no longer just something they stumbled into—it was something she wanted to define.
One night, while they were lying together after another round of porn-fueled sex, Aisha turned serious. “Marcus,” she said, “I want you to know… it’s okay. It’s okay to watch porn when we are not having sex. It’s okay that it’s mostly Black women. Don’t hide that from me.”
He looked at her, surprised. “You don’t mind?”
She shook her head, her short afro brushing the pillow. “Not at all. You have good taste. And honestly… watching them, these beautiful nude women—it’s made me feel stronger. Like I’m one of them. Like I could be them.”
Marcus swallowed hard, his beard hiding the faint smile on his lips. “You’ve been watching a lot of porn, haven’t you?”
Aisha laughed softly. “Research, baby. I’ve learned things. New toys, butt plugs, squirting, even those crazy machines… fuck machines, creature cocks. I’ve seen it all.” She paused, her voice lowering. “And I want to watch more. I'm really starting to enjoy watching nothing but porn thanks to you.”
They both knew then—this wasn’t just a phase. It was a lifestyle taking root. Together, they agreed to buy a separate computer, one dedicated only to porn. No emails, no work, no distractions. Just porn. Shared tabs, shared playlists, wallpaper backgrounds, and eventually, a screen that never really turned off. Porn became the glow in their living room, a presence that was always there.
Then one night, as they sat together on the couch, Aisha said something that made Marcus’s heart race. “Marcus,” she whispered, “We’re becoming gooners. Let’s own it.”
He frowned slightly. “Gooners? What’s that?”
She smirked, her caramel skin shining in the flicker of the screen. “It means we don’t just watch porn. We live it. We edge. We worship it. We let it take us over.” Her voice dropped even lower. “We let it make us better.”
As she explained, her hand drifted into her pants, almost without thought. She had started doing this more often—touching herself randomly, not even needing a reason, not even needing to cum. Just edging, staying in the haze. Gooning.
Marcus shifted, his erection pressing against his shorts. “You’re serious,” he murmured, half in awe. “You’re really into this more than me.”
Her eyes gleamed, locked on his. “You started it. You created this monster.”
He leaned in to kiss her, but she stopped him with a gentle hand on his chest. Instead, she picked up the remote and turned on the big screen. Porn filled the living room, moans echoing off the walls.
“We’re going to watch more porn from now on,” she said firmly. “No excuses. No shame. Only porn.”
Aisha got obsessed with porn—and Marcus didn’t stop her. If anything, he encouraged it by staying out of her way, letting her take the lead. She bought more screens for the house, filling every room with the glow of endless clips. She started collecting, curating, saving, downloading, and organizing until their storage maxed out. Finally, she invested in a high-end file storage system, building a digital vault for their—really, her—porn collection. It was meticulous, almost devotional.
Marcus just let her be. It was amazing to him watching her bloom in obsession. His once-reserved wife was now a creature of constant arousal. She began going around the house naked at all times, no matter what. Cooking naked, cleaning naked, folding laundry with porn moaning from the speakers, her hand slipping between her legs mid-task without hesitation. Marcus even caught her naked in the backyard one day soaking up the sun and listening to porn in her ear buds.
Slowly over time, porn was on every screen, every device, every wall—a constant presence.
Orgasms became rare, almost beside the point. They would fuck, yes—but it wasn’t about release. It was about edging, staying high on stimulation, staring at screens while they moved together, prolonging the haze. They were sinking deeper into porn, and somehow deeper into each other too. Every time she felt like he was close to cumming, she would pull away leaving him hard, throbbing and edged.
They made a silent pact together to live as long as possible in perpetual edged-out bliss with porn.
Their friends drifted away. Most had families, and small talk that felt increasingly hollow. The constant state of sexual arousal due to edging made it even more meaningless.
It was easy to slowly let those ties go. What did they need friends for when Marcus had something better? He had a wife who was horny, porn-addicted, and unapologetically shameless. She started riding naked in the car when Marcus was driving. Her hand between her legs casually touching her clit like it was the most normal thing in the world.
She made a porn-addicted life completely normal. He loved it.
Aisha fed the addiction with glee. She flooded Marcus’s phone with porn clips throughout the day—sometimes dozens at a time. Occasionally, she would slip in a nude selfie or a picture of her touching herself, just to see if he noticed among the torrent of porn. Her body and porn were blending into one in his feed, into one in his mind.
She willed porn into every fabric of her life. She began to think about porn constantly. At work, she daydreamed about it, her body tingling as she stared at spreadsheets or answered customer complaints. At home, she watched nothing but porn for weeks straight—no movies, no TV shows, no news. Just porn. Always porn.
Marcus didn’t mind. She let him watch the game on his phone while she rubbed her pussy watching porn on the big screen in the living room.
One night, while they lay in the flickering glow of multiple screens, she finally confessed. Her voice trembled with both fear and exhilaration.
“Marcus… it’s getting out of hand. I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. I love it too much. I love being this way—unlocked, free, naked, dripping because of porn. I need it just to get wet now. I need it every second. And…” She reached for his hand, eyes glassy. “I love you for letting me be this way. For not judging me. For letting me drown in it.”
Marcus kissed her forehead, his eyes on the screen even as he held her. “I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
And with that, they sank even deeper—into porn, into obsession, into each other.
—Thank you for reading and I hope you feel good. Please donate to show your support.
https://liberapay.com/shad0wgoone
keep touching yourself