MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  Heather opened the buttons on David’s shirt and slipped her hand inside then pulled it down off his shoulders. She kissed his face and neck while I watched him lift up her light summer dress. She sat up and raised her arms to allow him to lift her dress up over her head, removing it completely. I could barely believe my eyes when I saw she was only wearing her tiniest panties and nothing else. Not even a bra! I was trembling when David began to kiss and flick his tongue over her nipples. Heather sighed dreamily and opened his pants, taking his dick out and stroking it. As David kissed her neck she glanced over at me and smiled, and I could see in her eyes she was asking is this was okay. I smiled back and she pulled down his underwear kicking them away with her foot. David was naked and Heather only had on her little panties as she slid down to the floor and took him in her mouth.

  His cock was nearly three times as long as mine, and she was right in what she had told me, it was much thicker around, and she had to open her mouth quite wide to suck it. David leaned back, held her hair and closed his eyes as Heather’s head bobbed up and down on his cock. I thought I was going to cum when I heard the slurping sounds. She was sucking it much more erotically than she had ever done for me, but despite a slight pang of jealousy, I couldn’t take my eyes away. My first major surprise of the night arrived within the next few minutes.

  Heather’s head moved up and down faster and faster as David’s breath started to come in short gasps. He moaned, “I’m going to come, honey.” And I could see him place his hand under her chin and gently take her lips off his cock. She looked up at him and whispered, “It’s okay, baby. I want you to.” Her voice was husky, almost gravelly, in a way I’d never heard before. She took him back into her mouth and he groaned.

  Still across the room, I moved to get a side-on view. I looked on, almost in disbelief as David drew his cock back out of her mouth. “Save it for later, honey.” He moaned. I knew then that Heather had wanted to swallow his cum. Heather got up and straddled him as he still sat on the sofa. She kissed him and I heard her say softly, “I just got a little lost in the moment.”

  Still in her panties she began to grind against him, while they got into another passionate sloppy kiss. Heather was breathing heavily and moaning softly, then she stood up and took David by the hand. Neither of them said a word as leaving their clothes in a heap on the floor she led him towards her room. To me she seemed to glide, she was so beautiful. I followed at a distance and watched as she led him into her room. David got comfortable on the bed and Heather paused, turning back towards the door. She smiled at me, closed the door, and I heard it lock.

  I listened to their moans through the door for a good fifteen minutes, then Heather started to scream softly.

  “I’m cumming David! Please don’t stop!” she moaned. “Faster David, harder!”

  “Yes Honey, oh yes!” David groaned. “I’m cumming again!”

  Then I heard David say, “Turn over for me Baby.”

  I decided to tiptoe out of the building and drive back to my own place. I’d gotten the chance to see more than I thought I ever would. Seeing my sweet little Heather with another man had me very turned on, and I masturbated twice before going to sleep. Although I had always wanted to see Heather having sex with another man, I really never envisioned just how amazing it would be or indeed, how Heather would progress from being initially very reluctant, to embracing this wonderful lifestyle so enthusiastically.

  Believe me when I tell you that Heather was as vanilla as it gets when came to sex. I suppose that was partly my fault too, as for years, when we made love we almost knew the next move each other was going to make, almost as if we were just going through the motions. In fact she had grown out of wearing sexy underwear or doing anything remotely erotic and our sex life seemed to be stagnating. Missionary was the usual sex position, and on a very rare occasion, doggy style.

  Heather has been seeing David for over four months now and they’re very close, seeing each other a few times a week. They seem very happy together as a couple and she took him home with her family over Christmas. I hope I don’t lose her but I’m worried about that possibility. Heather says she still loves me and she doesn’t know for sure what will happen. I guess we will just have to wait and see.

  I DIDN’T PLAN IT

  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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  I’d like to tell you about a recent experience of mine. My husband Tyler and I stayed at a cute little cabin in the mountains a few months ago. The pictures of the place on the internet were adorable. They showed a well-decorated wood cabin situated half-way up a well-manicured grassy mountainside with a private lake a few hundred feet below.

  According to the web site, the cabin offered two bedrooms and they charged by the room. As only the two of us were going, we paid for one room. We left early in the morning and drove a couple of hours to the mountain range. We picked up the keys to the place at a real estate agency in the nearby town, and then made our way up the mountain until we found the cabin.

  “Ella,” my husband said, “it looks like we have company.” Parked in the driveway just outside the cabin’s garage was a large black SUV. Tyler pulled into the driveway, parked our car and looked at me. “I guess somebody else must have rented the other room.”

  “That’s okay, honey,” I said, leaning over to kiss him. “We’re on vacation and we’re going to have a great time.”

  We unloaded some of our bags and walked up through the garage into the kitchen. Standing at the gas burning stove and cooking on a cast iron skillet was a tall black man wearing nothing but swimming trunks. He seemed to be in his late thirties. He turned and flashed a white-toothed smile at us, and quickly checked me out. “I guess you’re our neighbors. I’m Navier. My girlfriend, Kaitlyn, she’s in our bedroom getting dressed.”

  “Pleased to meet you,” Tyler said. He put down the bags, walked over and shook Navier’s hand.

  I found myself instantly attracted to Navier. Before I met Tyler, I was always attracted to strong, dominant men, and I had dated some black men in the past. But as I entered my late twenties, I knew that I should probably get serious about finding a long-term partner. Although Tyler was kind of geeky and didn’t work out, I thought he would be a faithful partner and a good provider. Tyler had a tiny penis and he really wasn’t much in the sex department, but I knew that you need to make concessions with any partner. I’d pretty much decided that my sex life was over when I settled down with Tyler, that I would just do the missionary position once or twice a month, but just looking at Navier was getting my panties wet. It had been so long since I’d been with a strong, sexy man and I was yearning for that kind of connection.

  I heard a door opened and turned to see a beautiful brunette walking out of the bedroom in a bikini. I’m twenty-nine, and Kaitlyn looked to be in her early twenties with large perky breasts and a great ass. Frankly, aside from the age difference and the fact that I’m a blonde, we really didn’t look that much different. She walked over to Navier, put her hands on him and kissed his neck.

  Tyler and I went into our bedroom, which was right next to theirs. After putting away our things, we walked out to the kitchen, sat down at the bar and shared some pasta with our new cabin mates. We learned that Navier works in sales for a technology company and Kaitlyn works as a hair stylist, and they were only stay
ing for the weekend. Apparently it’s a timeshare and Navier stays there that week every year. They said they were going to take a dip in the lake, and they asked us if we’d like to join them. We agreed, and after eating we went to our rooms and put on our swim wear.

  I hadn’t been planning on wearing my bikini in front of anybody but Tyler. The house had a Jazuzzi as well as a hot tub outside, and I hadn’t even thought about swimming in the lake. Frankly, I was hoping to use this vacation as a little honeymoon for us and as an opportunity to start a family. I’d charted my cycle and I knew that I was ovulating that weekend, so I left my diaphragm at home and I brought clothing that I hoped would get Tyler in the mood. I’d brought two bikinis but they were both small and see-through, leaving little to the imagination, and when I put one on I hesitated to wear it in front of Navier and Kaitlyn. Tyler assured me that I looked great and that we were with friends, and there was nothing to be ashamed of. He reminded me that we had gone naked with friends in hot tubs before, so there wasn’t anything to be worried about.

  When I stepped out into the living room, Navier whistled. “Damn, girl, you’re looking fine.” I blushed as he looked me up and down. Tyler just smiled meekly. We donned our sunglasses, went out the glass back door and walked down the grassy hill to the lake. Navier was holding Kaitlyn’s hand as they walked behind us, but I kept sneaking an occasional look back and noticed that Navier couldn’t keep his eyes off of my ass. And clearly he liked what he saw because there was a large bulge in his trunks that was making it difficult for him to walk – he was obviously well hung.

  The lake was beautiful, with a large dock, a pontoon raft, and kayaks on the beach. We spent a couple hours swimming and talking, and we each took turns with the kayaks. I learned that Kaitlyn and I share a love of cooking, and she invited me to join her on a shopping trip to the local market and to help her prepare lunch. We had a great time talking, and she mentioned that she and Navier weren’t all that serious, and that they had an open relationship. She told me that Navier was attracted to me and that she wouldn’t be offended if I wanted to spend some alone time with him. I told her that I appreciate the offer but I’m a married woman in an exclusive relationship.

  On the drive back up the road, we saw the guys still out on the lake. We started making dinner and, around five o’clock, Kaitlyn asked me to call the guys. But before I could do it, I saw them walking up to the back door. Tyler was out of breath and barely able to walk, and his skin was a deep, bright red. I realized that he’d been outside in the sun for hours without any sunscreen. When I touched his skin, he felt very hot. He took a cold shower, and then I rubbed him down with lotion. As I rubbed in the moisturizer, he told me that he was in serious pain but that he didn’t want his screw-up to ruin the vacation for me. I told him not to worry about me, I just wanted him to feel better.

  During dinner, it was clear that Tyler was in pain. After, when we sat down to watch a movie together, Tyler excused himself to go to bed. He took some ibuprofen and sleep medication, and left me with Kaitlyn and Navier. Kaitlyn suggested that we pour some drinks and jump into the hot tub. After making some cocktails, we turned on the hot tub and jumped in.

  We each had a couple of drinks in the tub, and it wasn’t long before I felt more than a little tipsy. I couldn’t see what was happening beneath the bubbles but I felt Navier hand rubbing my leg. Then slowly, I felt his hand began to creep up my inner thigh. I don’t know if it was the incredible physical attraction I had for him or the alcohol, but I turned to him. He began kissing me and fondling my breasts while Kaitlyn just looked on. The more we kissed, the hornier I got, and Kaitlyn suggested that we take it to the bedroom.

  Navier took my into the bedroom and locked the door. His bedroom looked just like ours but the floor plan was reversed. The bed was against the wall that separated the rooms, so right next to the bed my husband was sleeping on. Suddenly I thought it was a bad idea, but Navier was unstoppable, kissing me and backing me up toward the bed. I wasn’t sure if Tyler was asleep so I decided I would need to be quiet. As I laid down, Navier dropped his shorts and unleashed his mighty black cock. It dwarfed my husband’s little Vienna sausage, and I eager took it inside of my mouth. It had been years since I’d given a man a blowjob, but it came back to me and I licked and sucked him eagerly. When his black staff was fully erect in my mouth, he pushed me back and got on top of me. He took no time at all, and simply lined his massive cock up at my entrance. The room started spinning a bit so I put a foot on the floor to stop it, but put my other leg up around Navier’s leg. His thick black cock easily slipped inside my wet pussy, its folds lubricated with my ovulation.

  My black lover was pushing relentlessly inside of me, like a fox raiding a henhouse for my eggs. The bed was squeaking as he pounded me forcefully, his muscles flexing. The sheer physical pleasure of a large cock is indescribable, and I couldn’t help but moan. His powerful erection was thrusting deep, touching my cervix. With my diaphragm back at home in its case, my fertile white cunt was defenseless against the invading black monster.

  “Oh yeah, bitch. Yeah, that’s right. That’s right, I’m cumming!” Navier pushed inside of me and gritted his teeth as he grunted, blasting my cunt with his cream. As I was ovulating, I knew that my fertile cunt was filled with that sticky, stringy mucus, assisting my black lover’s sperm as they swam their way toward my egg. Navier laid in bed beside me, breathing heavily, and we kissed before drifting off to sleep.

  In the morning, I was surprised that Navier was still in my bed. He fucked me doggy style and came inside of me again. Then we took a shower together, and he fucked me hard up against the shower wall. Finally I went and checked on Tyler. He was still in serious pain and decided to stay indoors again, watching television while I frolicked with our cabin mates. He told me that he’d heard me having sex with Navier through the wall and he supported me doing it, considering how he wasn’t able to perform. I kissed him and told him thank you, I will! I had sex with Navier twice each day over the weekend, and one of the times Kaitlyn joined in and made it a threesome.

  When Navier and Kaitlyn left, Tyler started feeling better. We actually managed to have sex a couple of times before the week was over. And wouldn’t you guess it – I’m now three months pregnant with a baby boy! Tyler and I are very excited, but Tyler is a little worried that the baby might be black. He’s not racist or anything, but he’s unsure how his family will take it. No matter what happens, though, we will provide a loving and happy household for our newest addition. And guess what? Tyler just surprised me by telling me that he booked us another week at the same cabin for the same week. Maybe this time, Navier and I can try for a girl!

  CHEYENNE’S AWAKENING

  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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  Long before my wife Cheyenne cheated on me, I’d always had fantasies about sharing her. We used to read magazines together back then and I’d always get off on the wife watching stories and letters. She also got turned on by these but always said she liked the fantasy but could never see herself doing it for real. I encouraged her to dress sexy and go out without a bra sometimes, and I also enjoyed seeing guys checking her out. She seemed to get a kick from dressing up.

  Not long before her affair, I’d encouraged her to dress sexier in everyday life, including work. Working at a bank meant she couldn�
�t be slutty but wore nice skirts, tops, stockings and heels. I had also encouraged her to flirt more, but said that nothing should happen without first consulting me. In my mind, what I was expecting was for her to tell me small things she’d done to flirt and me telling her what to do next and therefore being in control.

  Yes, the cheating was painful and took many years to come to terms with and get over, although do you ever get over it? Still, the thought of the sex itself turned me on big time. After all, that was my ultimate fantasy. But it was the deceit and the lies that hurt me, especially when I’d given her the opportunity to experiment. Although it was many years later, it did kind of open the door to sharing her, as she could not really say she couldn’t do it. I would add, though, that this wasn’t a case of me pressuring or forcing her.

  It’s really hard to say why she went behind my back to do it. She used the excuse of booze, but then went back again and again. Did she cross the line and realize that she should’ve said no, but it was too late because there were more emotional feelings involved? These are just questions I ask myself out of curiosity now rather than anger.

  I love my wife dearly but I wouldn’t say I indulge her enjoyment of other men. But I was the driving force towards it, encouraging and enabling her. Having said that, maybe all that did was made her a loyal hot wife rather than a cheating secretive one.

  Briefly, here’s what happened with her affair. We’d discovered the wonders of the internet and chat rooms. I found them and used them first, but then she was intrigued and joined me. Cheyenne found the anonymity to be liberating. Not only did she get tempted after a few months, but she also got seduced at the first meeting. That was very exciting for me at the time. She also discovered online how submissive she was, and that lead to her initial exploration of BDSM even before becoming the hot wife I’d wanted. All the guys we have met since then were met online.