He was strong enough and I couldn’t do anything. He removed my petticoat and started kissing on vagina. I was totally out of control and I started r...sponding to him. He fucked me very badly on that night.Next day he apologized me a lot, but i told him that I enjoyed a lot. On that onwards I started thinking about these sexual things and started figuring myself. Morning and evening I used to figure myself and enjoying the pleasure through that. But still am waiting for a man who can satisfy for. It was a great time for me being able to share my interracial addiction but I was quietly troubled. My wife was as hooked as I was now to watching interracial sex and could no longer get aroused unless I mentioned it to her as we made love. All this time though I always tried to separate the sex we watched from our own sex life as much as possible. Not easy I can tell you and ultimately futile.One night in bed we were talking about pretty white girls having sex with black men. We were kissing. I leaned against your pretty little ass and gently pressed. The liquid from your orgasm had soaked you very well indeed and it provided a great lube as I pushed myself oh so slightly inside of you… You stopped moving and tried to relax. I knew you were tense and maybe even a bit frightened by all of this, but again wondering how you came to be in this position I pushed harder and slid inside of you. Not all the way, but enough to be felt. Your ass contracted on me and I squeezed your cheeks.. First time the guy was a young Danish quite handsome but unfortunately hopelessly drunk and cried cause he couldn't get up. The second time it was a 190cm African American, but this time it was my wife who chickened out.Anyway I digress, back to what happened. Like I started my wife and I had been at dinner and probably had a little too much sake, she'd also had half a tab of E so she was feeling like kicking on all night. We found this little bar where a lot of non-Japanese drink and they play.