What this is...and don't bother preaching

I'm a real Caucasian woman. I'm the wife of a loving, doting husband. And I'm a mom, a very good mom. I'm fairly conservative, though not too religious. I have a career I take very seriously and work hard at. I'm not overtly sexual. I'm not a slut, a cock-whore, or a nymphomaniac. I don't have an open marriage and I don't consider myself a swinger. I like monogamy. I like to keep my sex-life behind closed bedroom doors and between consenting adults. I don't care for the trend of over-sexualization of teen-centric movies and music. I've always been completely fine with interracial dating and marriage for others, but was never personally interested. Prior to my marriage, I was never attracted to black men. I'm not particularly attracted now, at least not in the wink-wink OMG way some women appear to be mesmerized by their large cocks. My husband's diminutive member is just fine for me, thank you very much. In fact, large often hurts. I've been told I'm rather tight and that's good for my husband, and I never wanted to stretch myself out lest I not be as pleasurable to him.

So much for not wanting to be stretched out. I've been plunged to the hilt by some truly enormous cocks. Luckily for my husband, we've discovered I bounce back, tight as ever.

So how did I get from here to there? How did a satisfied monogamous wife with no interest in extra-marital activities become a sex toy for BBCs?

Two words: my husband.

I need to be clear, my husband was not trying to push me to have sexual dalliances with black men. He knew I wasn't interested and steered clear of that. But he did want me to have sex with another man, although it took him some time to even broach that topic. And I wasn't on-board with that idea at all.

I'll tell you how we got started in an upcoming post. For now, I'll close this post with the following rejoinder:
I don't want to hear it.

You are offended by my lifestyle? Too bad. I suggest if you don't like it, don't do it in your relationship. I don't want to hear it.

You think I'm corrupting society/children/the institution of marriage? Nope, my sex life, other than this anonymous blog, is private to me. My family (other than my husband) has no idea whatever. So I don't want to hear it.

You're certain I'm going to hell/offending God/committing sacrilegious acts? Keep your religion to yourself, I don't want to hear it.

I'm going to catch a terrible disease? There's a non-zero chance of that possibility, but it's an incredibly low chance. I'm healthy and clean, use no drugs and have no addictions. The world of people I float in are similar to me. I may also get E.coli from the local burger joint, die in a head-on collision with a drunk driver, catch the latest deadly flu variant, get stung by migrating African bee swarms, or get crushed in a building collapse when SoCal gets hit by the "the big one." Hey, you know what? I'm going to use reasonable caution and proceed. You may choose a different path. I don't need your warnings. I don't want to hear it.