MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance
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MY INSATISABLE WIFE
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2017 by Polly Andrea Busch. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or any method including (without limitation) electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This work is a work of fiction. All characters in the work are fictitious and any similarity to any other person, living or dead, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. All characters in this publication are twenty-one years of age or older. All rights reserved.
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My name is Cody. I’m a thirty-two-year-old man. My wife Emma just turned thirty, and we’ve been married for ten years. We have five children together and she’s currently pregnant with our sixth. We’re both madly in love and we couldn’t be happier together.
I knew when I met Emma that she was the one for me. She has long blonde hair and an amazing body – still does, in fact, thanks to a solid exercise and diet regimen. Thanks to her ample bosom and her cute little bubble butt, she’s always turned heads. But it wasn’t just her looks. She’s a really caring and loving woman, a great conversationalist and just generally fun to be with, not to mention her voracious sexual appetite.
Thinking back, it’s kind of crazy that there were people who tried to discourage me from dating Emma. A number of my friends told me that Emma was known for being the town slut. In fact, a few of my friends claimed that she’d screwed just about every black guy in the county. Another friend went to college with her, and he said that she’d slept with dozens of black guys that he knew about, including the entire football team, and he said she probably did a lot more that he hadn’t heard. But their comments didn’t bother me. We don’t live in the 1950’s anymore and the vast majority of women these days have premarital sex. When you really get down to it, I think the real thing they had against her is that she preferred to date black guys. I’m not a racist, so I didn’t hold her past against her.
When I started dating Emma, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We were burning through condoms like they were going out of style. On our honeymoon, we went through three boxes of condoms. Although I couldn’t ever bring her to orgasm through intercourse, I knew that most women aren’t able to cum that way and I was able to bring her to climax through oral sex. We were both happy with our relationship.
About three or four months after our honeymoon, living together in our new home, I started seeing some signs that worried me. Our sex life had gone from three or four times a week to once or twice a month. Emma was going out for drinks with her girlfriends a couple times a week. She was also staying late at work. I noticed that she was often texting secretly on her cell phone. And one time, while driving through the downtown, I saw a woman who looked just like Emma sitting in the passenger seat of a car with a black guy wearing sunglasses. I called her to see if it was her. Although the woman in the car looked down at her phone briefly, then chatted and laughed with the black guy driving the car, the call went to voice mail so I don’t know if that was actually her. When I asked her about it that night, she said that she was at work and didn’t even hear my call. A couple days later, I sneaked a look at her phone and saw pictures and videos of her kissing and having sex with black guys, including the guy who was driving that car.
Confronted with indisputable evidence, Emma admitted everything to me. Although she didn’t mind the sex we had, she missed the stronger, more dominant sexual style of her black lovers. She also wasn’t happy with the size of my penis, saying it was simply too small to please her physically and she often couldn’t feel much of anything when I was inside of her. Her black lovers had much larger packages, she said, and the combination of their innate sexual ability and superior equipment never failed to give her powerful orgasms from intercourse. Emma apologized and assured me that she loved me with all of her heart, but she refused to stop sleeping with her black lovers. I responded that I could accept her having lovers as long as she was honest with me about everything.
From that point on, our relationship really strengthened in every way. Not only were we closer as a couple, but our sex life became hotter than ever. We now have sex nearly every day. Emma goes out with her black lovers and gets royally fucked, then comes home to me. Sometimes she has me lay back and jacks me off while telling me all the dirty details of her latest sexual encounter. Other times I roll on a condom and take my sloppy seconds, slipping my cock inside her slick, semen-coated cunt. Just knowing that our fuck is lubricated by the combined juices of my wife and her black lover excites me to no end, and I quickly blast off deep inside the condom.
Like I said, we couldn’t be happier together. I love all five of my children and I couldn’t love them any more if their skin were as fair as mine and Emma’s. As far as we’re concerned, she’s their mother and I’m their father. The way I look at it, Emma’s black lovers are the ones being used. They’re bringing excitement to our marriage bed. Sure, they’re getting sexual satisfaction out of barebacking my wife but most of them leave once she tells them she’s pregnant. I’m the only man who is getting the joy and satisfaction of raising these children. And Emma tells me that, in a certain way, I’m actually her best lover of all because I’ve discovered how to please her in bed – by allowing her black lovers!
LOVE BEYOND MONOGAMY
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2016 by Polly Andrea Busch. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or any method including (without limitation) electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This work is a work of fiction. All characters in the work are fictitious and any similarity to any other person, living or dead, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. All characters in this publication are twenty-one years of age or older. All rights reserved.
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My twenty-five-year-old wife Julia sat down on the couch next to me. She’s a beautiful woman with a trim figure, long brown hair and glasses. She’s smart, too, a brilliant software engineer. We met back in college when I was a virgin and she had only been with a few other guys.
“You know I love you,” Julia said. “Right, Lucas?”
“Of course.” I was nervous. I could tell that she was going to say something important.
“Look, honey. My coworker has been hitting on me the last few months. He’s a very sexy guy and I just know I’m going to end up sleeping with him. I don’t want to cheat on you. That’s why I’m being upfront and honest about this.” She put a hand on my thigh. “I’d like to open up our relationship.”
“You want to have sex with your coworker?”
“Yes, but not just him. I want us to open up to non-monogamy. I think that we should be able to entertain other relationships so long as we do it openly and honestly. We’re both adults and we have needs, and one person can’t offer you everything. I want us to stay together for the rest of our lives as husband and wife, as primary life partners, but that should be a blessing not a curse. We shouldn’t hold that over each other’s heads, restricting each other from the fullness of other possibilities. Life is too short to live that way.”
After a long conversation, in which we discussed our concerns and how this would all work, we agreed to open up our relationship. Juli
a created accounts on Ashley Madison, Tinder, and a number of other social media apps, in which she presented herself as a “happily married woman” and mother of one looking to start other long-term relationships.
Julia went on her first date with her coworker that weekend. The guy’s name was Townley. She sent me a picture of the two of them together at the club, her holding his arm and looking at him adoringly. I was surprised to see that the guy was black! He towered over her, with a muscular body, dark black skin and dreadlocks. I was at home waiting up for her, and while watching television I kept looking at the picture. I finally went to the bathroom and jerked off, just imagining her getting fucked by her new black lover.
It was almost one in the morning when I got a call from my wife. She wasn’t coming home. She was staying the night at Townley’s apartment.
The next morning, when Julia came home, she seemed to be in a happy mood. I asked her about her date. She told me that they went dancing and had a great time, then went back to his apartment and had sex. She said it kind of reminded her of her old college days because his bachelor pad needed a woman’s touch and was kind of messy. But the sex was amazing, the best in her life. That night, while in bed, she told me all the dirty details of her encounter, including how his black cock was twice as long as my five inch penis and incredibly thick. She described her powerful orgasms in detail as I pistoned my little white penis inside of her. I was so excited that I only lasted a couple of minutes, but Julia just giggled and said that it was okay – Townley had given her enough orgasms to last a week.
Over the upcoming weeks, my wife went on dates with quite a few strangers. Some of the guys were only interested in sex, while Julia wanted to have a full boyfriend/girlfriend relationship with them. After a few months, she eventually settled into having four primary boyfriends, including Townley, and five other guys who were just fuck buddies. Although Julia swears that penis size wasn’t a factor in picking them, I couldn’t help but notice that all of her lovers have at least a thick seven inch cock, and two of her boyfriends (and three of her fuck buddies) are black. She goes on a date with each boyfriend pretty much once a week, and the fuck buddies are rotated in when one of them is busy or she wants some variety.
I’ve been especially interested in having sex with Julia since we opened things up. We used to have sex only one every week or two, but now we have sex once or twice a week. I prefer having sex with her just after she’s had sex with a lover, but that feels slutty to her and she prefers to only have sex with one guy at a time. When I would try to have sex with her at night when she returned home from a date, she would always rebuff me. We’ve started to make love in the morning time. Although it’s not her favorite time of day for sex, she feels like there’s enough of a buffer between her encounters and it keeps her evenings free for her lovers.
One thing I really wanted, though, was to watch her in action with one of her black lovers. I would always get so hot when making love to Julia while she described her dates, and hearing her give me the blow-by-blow (and fuck-by-fuck), but actually seeing her in action was something she never allowed. She wouldn’t even bring the guys to our house to fuck, always going to their place or a motel room. But one Friday night, that changed.
“Hi, honey,” Julia said.
I was sitting on the recliner in the family room watching ESPN. I turned to look and Julia was walking through the front door. Following right behind her were two large, muscular black guys. “This is my boyfriend Townley, who I work with. And this is Zakari, one of Townley’s friends. We’re going to spend the night in our bedroom, so you can sleep in the guest room tonight, okay?”
I could feel my cock getting hard at the thought of my sweet Julia having a threesome with two black guys. Townley asked Julia if we had any liquor, and she directed him to it. He pulled out an extremely expensive bottle of ultra-premium scotch, poured a generous serving into three glasses, and they took their drinks upstairs.
I tried to focus back on ESPN but I couldn’t think about anything but my wife and her black lovers. I walked up the stairs and stood outside of our bedroom door. I could hear talking and one of the black guys was groaning loudly.
“Oh yeah, bitch,” Townley said. “That’s it, that’s right. Suck on my fucking cock.” I could hear some slurping sounds and I could only imagine how beautiful it looked to see his thick black cock inside of her mouth. Then I heard the other guy’s voice. “Mmmm, yeah, baby. Lick that big dick.” In my mind, I pictured her kneeling between the two of them, going back and forth, sucking their dicks. I quietly tried the door handle but it was locked.
“You finally gonna let me fuck that ass?” Townley asked.
“No,” Julia said. “I’m not taking ten inches in my ass. Even Zakari’s seven incher is a stretch.”
“Oh, it’ll stretch you,” Zakari said. They all laughed.
“I want your big, thick cock in my pussy,” she said pleadingly in a little girl voice. “My little pussy needs your big black cock. It makes her so happy.”
I heard some movement and the bed squeaking. “Mmmm, God yeah,” Julia moaned. “Your cock feels so good inside of me.”
I desperately wanted to see what was going on. There was a flat line on the back of the door handle, as if a screwdriver would fit there. I’d never had to use it, but the guy at Lowe’s told me that you could unlock the door handle with a screwdriver. I slowly walked downstairs, grabbed a butter knife and walked back up to the bedroom door.
“All right,” Zakari said. “I’m going in.”
I heard Julia groaning and breathing heavily. “Slowly. Go slow.”
I pushed in the middle of the knob with the screwdriver and slowly turned the handle. It opened. I gently pushed open the door just a crack. I could see my beautiful wife on the bed, her body sandwiched between Townley on the bottom and Zakari on top. She was up on her hands, her arms fully extended, her back arched and her mouth open. Townley’s hands were fondling her breasts as Zakari repeatedly penetrated her ass.
“Oh Gaaahhhddd,” she moaned, almost crying. “It feels so fucking intense! My body is totally filled!”
She lowered her body down and began kissing Townley, who wrapped his black arms around her white body. Zakari lowered himself, too, kissing her neck as he continued pounding. I could see that Townley was moving his hips but not able to get much movement, only a couple of inches moving in and out of her overstuff pussy. Zakari, though, was using long thrusts, almost completely exiting her asshole before fully penetrating her.
I closed the door and went to the guest room. Standing next to the wall and thinking of the erotic scene I’d just witnessed, I listened to my wife’s continued moaning as I jerked my little penis. “Oh fuck, I’m cuh-uh-uhhhmmmming!” she screamed, and that sent me over the edge. My penis squirted like a squeezed lemon, drizzling over my fingers and landing on the carpet.
I suddenly felt tired and tried to take a nap. The sounds of the three of them fucking continued, though, and I was soon erect again. I lasted much longer this time, making it through Zakari announcing that he was filling my wife’s ass with his cum and managing to cum simultaneously with Townley. I heard them cooing and whispering afterwards, and I soon fell asleep.
The next morning I woke to a knock on the door. “Hi honey.” It was Julia, completely naked. “Could you hear us through the walls?”
“I sure did,” I replied. “It was hot.”
“We were pretty loud,” she said. “It couldn’t believe how great it felt. We took a shower together and then the guys left, so now it’s just the two of us.” She looked down between her legs. “We fucked again in the shower. I had so many orgasms. My clit was pulsing with every heart beat. Boom boom, boom boom.”
She walked into the room and slipped under the covers with me. She smiled and gave me a kiss, and put her hand on my penis. As she gently stroked it, we kissed and my little thing started to rise. “I think some day maybe we can try a threesome with you and another guy. What d
o you think?”
My penis got even harder. “God, I’d love that!”
“Zakari was a little big for anal,” she said. “But your five inches, nice and thin, is just the right size for anal sex. You’re the perfect complement to my lovers.” My wife and I kissed passionately and then made sweet love.
MY GIRLFRIEND HEATHER
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2017 by Polly Andrea Busch. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or any method including (without limitation) electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This work is a work of fiction. All characters in the work are fictitious and any similarity to any other person, living or dead, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. All characters in this publication are twenty-one years of age or older. All rights reserved.
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I’m Aiden and I’m a college student. My girlfriend Heather attends the same college. Heather and I are high school sweethearts. We were going to get engaged after we graduated high school, but her mother wasn’t for it. She wanted us to get married, but only after graduating college. She told Heather that they wouldn’t pay for the wedding unless we waited until after college. As you can tell, her mother is very controlling and pulls the strings in their family. Heather made a deal with her mother that we would see other people the first two years we were away at college together. After that, it would be her call. Her mother agreed to that, but still insisted that she wouldn’t pay for the wedding until graduation.
Obviously I was against this deal and so was Heather. But for the first year she dated a few guys on and off, and at first I had issues with it. Her mother kept telling her to limit her communications with me so she could make sure I was the guy she was meant for. We’d talk on Fridays after our class together and she’d tell me about the guys she’d talked with. For the first month it was just flirting.