MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  He then walked to the desk and proceeded to light a long candle, maybe an inch in diameter, he patiently waited for it to warm up and produce wax. I was very concerned at this point as to whether I should step in and stop him. I guess with a mask on and her senses heightened, she must have heard the match strike and smelt it and the candle, but she showed no sign of anxiety or that she was considering using her safe word. I waited torn between worry and intrigue.

  He approached her and held the candle high over one of her tits, then he very carefully tilted it momentarily allowing one droplet of hot wax to fall on to her soft pale breast. She took a sharp intake of breath and groaned a little as if it had surprised her. She didn’t however complain or ask him to stop. He moved the candle slightly and a further blob of wax fell on the same breast. He continued this decorating her tits with several further drops. He was careful and precise as if he was preparing a scroll to be sealed by the king. She took all this with just the continued gasps and intakes of breath.

  Only we got home did she peel the wax off her boobs. I was relieved to see there were no marks remaining.

  Those were the highlights of this one off session. Other than the initial groping and fingering he made no other attempt at sexual play with her. We never did meet again. As a memento he gave her the riding crop to take home with her.

  The next guy we met was Stewart; he was a guy I chatted to, regularly online, late into the night. We used to chat about Cheyenne most nights, about how we had dipped our toes into the hot wife scene (which at the time I didn’t realize was a thing) and my fantasies for her. He was married mid-thirties and travelled extensively for work, staying at hotels around the country. He had experiences with other women that he’d met online, but he wanted to experience having a wife whose husband was not only aware of her activities but wanted to be there to watch. Over time I came to realize that a lot of guys preferred to meet couples or wives with consenting husbands because it was a lot less complicated and less of a hassle. Single or cheating women online had more of a tendency to become clingy or emotionally demanding.

  Stewart was in our area in November of the same year and we met him for a drink in the bar at his hotel. He was a well-presented, handsome professional white male around six feet tall. Cheyenne was wearing jeans with a tight turtle neck black and white hooped top and high heels, all combining to show off her sexy curves.

  We sat at a table that on one side had benched seating. He sat next to Cheyenne there and I sat facing them. They seem to get on well chatting without difficulty. His arm was around her shoulders a lot of the time but occasionally ventured down, presumably onto her thigh.

  I didn’t find out until later that he had been playing with her neck and ear which she finds a real turn on. That and the fact that she found him attractive had got her hot.

  When we went to leave, as it was only a social meeting, he walked us out to our car. He shook my hand and turned to Cheyenne. He bent slightly to kiss her and she presented her lips to him. They kissed passionately, his hands daring to drop to her backside. I stood there feeling a little awkward but very turned on.

  Cheyenne wasn’t the best at expressing her thoughts after a meeting. When I asked what she thought she would say things like, he was nice, he was okay, bland things like that, the fact that she went on to tell me about him playing with her neck and how it felt was promising.

  A month later, just before Christmas he was travelling fairly close by again and asked if we would meet. I checked with Cheyenne and she was fine with it. I arranged for us to pick him up outside his hotel to go to a local pub he had been told about by a local.

  I didn’t have much input at the time as to how she dressed for these sort of meets, but I was pleased to see she had on another sexy above the knee black skirt, a nice black blouse and I assumed once again stockings and garters (she would later move to preferring lacy hold-up stockings, although some guys still demand the original style). Her make-up was a little heavier and she obviously took great care with it.

  One thing I introduced which I am not sure I mentioned before was a specific perfume. One of the perfumes she wore was Opium by Yves San Laurent. I am not very good with differentiating between most perfumes, but this one always turned me on, partly I think because I associated it with her affair and her acting brazenly. I bought her a new bottle and suggested she kept it for our “naughty meetings.” I figured if it worked for me, it might work for her, too. As it turned out it did, and it is now part of the ritual of preparing herself for another man.

  A small but significant moment that still sticks out in my mind happened as we got into the car to leave. As we got in, I turned to her and said, “You know that you’re going to get fucked tonight, don’t you?” Her only visible response was her face immediately blushing.

  We arrived outside the hotel and both got out and greeted Stewart. He shook my hand and politely kissed Cheyenne on both cheeks. Then another significant moment happened when I said “shall we go then?”

  Stewart opened the back door and got in. Cheyenne looked at me and said, “I guess I should be polite and get in with him.” Without waiting for my response, she got into the back seat rather than return to her place in the front passenger seat.

  I got back into the car and asked him to direct me to the pub which turned out to be in a nearby village. As I turned off the main roads and into a country lane, I was able to grab glances in the rear mirror more easily. They were kissing very passionately and his hands were all over her tits. Well, I must have been driving about 20 mph and not very carefully, either! Thankfully I wasn’t being followed.

  We arrived at the pub but presumably as it was close to Christmas it was rammed, there was not a table to be had. We found a free stool by the bar which Cheyenne took and we stood by her. We had a couple of drinks and chatted generally but decided it was probably best to go back to his hotel where it would be quieter and more comfortable.

  As you may have already gathered, throughout these recollections I add in bits of information which I gleaned from either Cheyenne or the guys later. Either something I missed at the time or a different perspective on things. She told me a few days later, when we were talking about this meet, that the Bar Manager kept smiling at her and giving her what she called a knowing look. She said as we left, she looked back and he winked at her. I would add that we were not chatting sexually and there had not been any obvious moves from him.

  We returned to the car and they again got in the back together. They were grappling again before I had even had a chance to turn the engine back on. They were kissing wildly and their hands were all over one another. It was extremely hard to concentrate. I was driving while alternating glances between the road and the scene in my rear view mirror.

  I was so excited, there seemed to be a very good chance that I would get to see my wife finally get a real good fucking. Strangely at the time this still did not feel a certainty, I was still praying to the naughty gods for my wish come true! It was only when I chatted to Stewart the next day that I found that by that stage he had already had his fingers deep in my wife’s cunt. Their naughty gods had obviously already stopped taking bets on the event!

  We arrived back at the hotel and went up to his room. After removing our coats he sat in a chair and called Cheyenne to him. I made myself comfortable in the other chair across the room. She stood in front of him and he said something, she leaned down and they kissed again.

  Then they broke away and she stood upright in front of him again. He started to fondle her tits, and then he paused before started to undo the buttons on her blouse. He pulled it open fully and I could see the delight and lust on his face. He didn’t bother with trying to remove her bra; he just put his hands in and lifted her tits, one after the other, out the top of it. He immediately started to feast on them like a suckling infant.

  When his lust was temporarily sated, he pulled away and admired her for a few seconds before allowing his hands to wander down the sides
of her skirt. When he reached the hem, his hands gathered the skirt upwards revealing her stocking clad legs and the cream white thighs that lay above. Her lacy black panties came into view still covering her most private haven, a place that should have been sacrosanct. But once again her defenses were voluntarily down inviting another new invader to enter her.

  He stood and began to kiss her hard; his hand now explored the flesh above the spectacular stocking clad legs. They were now sideways on to me and I saw his hand go above the top of her panties, flatten and shove its way beneath the material in one smooth move. She caught her breath as his middle finger traced down her mound and hit her clit before appearing to explore deep inside her vagina. As he did this, his mouth left her lips and travelled to her neck kissing and licking. He must have instinctively known what this would do to her.

  Any remaining act of being the slightly unsure, shy wife disappeared as his lips and fingers stimulated her erogenous zones. Her hand left his hip and found the long hard lump that was clearly visible in his trousers. She rubbed up and down the length slowly as their kissing got even more lustful.

  He stopped took half a step back and undid his belt and zipper, her hand immediately went into his boxers and found his cock, she lowered her head and looked down presumably curious to see it for the first time.

  As they stood exploring each other’s part naked bodies, they slowly helped each to her strip. Cheyenne was left in just her stocking, suspenders and heels.

  They moved over to the king sized bed her on her back, him on top of her, continuing to kiss and grope. He lowered himself down to where his fingers had been exploring and started to use his mouth and tongue on her married cunt. It wasn’t long before her hands came down on the back of his head encouraging him to apply a little more pressure.

  He stopped, knelt by her and for the first time I saw his cock fully. It was about eight inches long, curved, quite pale, but with an engorged, almost purple head. He moved to the side of her head and offered it to her. She turned and willingly accepted it into her mouth. As she used one hand to jerk him into her mouth, he kneaded her breasts which were perfectly in reach; you could see her nipples swell as he pinched them between his thumb and forefinger.

  I had to undo my pants to release the pressure. I could no long resist masturbating to the scene which was unfolding in front of me.

  There was very little verbal communication going on between them, but their lustful desires seemed in tune.

  He reached over took a condom off the bedside table and tore the packaging with his teeth. He handed it to her and told her to put it on him. She started to role the sheath onto his hard cock but was struggling a little. He seemed to get impatient and took over the task.

  He then crawled between her legs, lifted them onto his shoulders and without hesitation guided his cock into her waiting pussy with his hand. This was not going to be about making love, his need was too urgent. His cock sank deep into her and she let out a gasp followed by a satisfied mew. His thrusts took him further forward and her legs were now pushed further back towards her head, her pale legs framed by the black stockings and suspender belt.

  He started to bang her hard his weight supported by his muscular arms. My wife is normally either not very vocal during a fucking at home or she muffles her sounds using a pillow or bed clothes. The kind of restraint a lot of us with kids are familiar with. But now she was in a different head space and all sorts of words and noises were coming from her as she was drilled. She was howling, begging, “yes, yes, yes” and shouting, “that’s so good,” urging him to continue.

  This went on for a good amount of time, then I saw him tense, yell “fuck” and push as deep as he could go. He grunted in a rhythm which I figured or imagined was in sync with the spurts of seed he was shooting into the gossamer rubber that was the only thing between it and my wife’s fertile womb. He collapsed on top of her saying, “fuck that was good”.

  After a few minutes he recovered, sat up and took the Johnny off. I could see that he had either been saving it up for some time or she had got him so horny during the evening, as the teat of the condom was full of his thick pearly-white jizz. He tied the condom in a knot and threw it onto the floor, on the far side of the room.

  As they relaxed, he kept complimenting her as to how good she was, how great it was and how good her body was. They stayed on the bed for the next ten minutes or so and we chatted generally. I noticed his hands never stopped exploring and caressing. She got up and went to freshen up. He turned to me and asked if everything was okay. I assured him everything was fine and I asked him if he had enjoyed himself. He didn’t bother to use any words, he just grinned widely. Although I had spent hours chatting one to one with this guy about the dirtiest and most intimate things, there was a slight awkwardness with Cheyenne out of the room.

  She returned and looked questioningly at me as if to say what now. The time was around 11pm and we had to be back for the baby sitter around midnight. She started to gather her clothes when he cut in. “I can’t let you go without having a tit fuck, those tits are made for it!”

  She grinned, looked at me and shrugged her shoulders and said to him “how do you want me?”

  He sat her on the bed and it was just the right height for him to stand with his cock between her tits. His semi impressively sprang into life after she had applied only a few rubs with her wrist. He reached for the bedside table again and opened a bottle of baby oil. He carefully poured a little onto his shaft as she continued to rub.

  He put his dick between her two mounds and she pushed them together with her hands, as he started to thrust upwards between them by going onto his tip-toes and back. He groaned as he fucked her tits, his eyes closing in ecstasy.

  He turned to me and said, “Let’s both come on her fucking tits, man!”

  I stood alongside them and jerking my cock to the erotic sight that continued in front of me. It was hard to believe that this was my wife and that everything I had imagined and more was really happening.

  When he got close, he told her to lie longwise on the edge of the bed. We stood over her each side of her shoulder and jerked our cocks in unison. He was the first to blow his load, impressively still producing another decent load, although this time not so thick and white. The sight of this set me off and I exploded, cum flying across both her tits and onto the bedspread beyond. I cannot adequately describe how intense this was. I can only equate it to those first ever jerks as an innocent young early teen discovering what would become a life time hobby.

  I am sure you will be delighted to know that we made real great mess of her. But do you know what the bitch’s immediate reaction was? With both hands, she massaged the mixture of both our loads into her tits while looking at us in turn, a wicked grin on her face and groaning, “Mmmmmmm.”

  She then had to clean up, get dressed before we could leave, suffice to say we were late home and I had to generously compensate the baby sitter and grovel to her parents the next day.

  We didn’t have a second meet, I cannot even remember why, somehow we lost touch or maybe he had got what he had wanted.

  Strangely enough, seven years later, out of the blue he appeared online again and this resulted in us playing once again. I will of course come to that in chronological order. Cheyenne was very keen to meet him again remember how hot he made her. The interesting thing was that in those seven years we had obviously become more experienced, our tastes had changed and he didn’t seem the same confident in control guy he had appeared the first time.

  There was then a gap to the following summer before we played again and this took place in quite luxurious surroundings.

  Before sharing her, I really wasn't acutely aware of her submissiveness, but once I started to introduce her to other guys, it became clear this was a major factor in her agreeing to venture into such liaisons.

  The question as to whether the vanilla experience was more enjoyable for her than the BDSM ones is a very interesting question.
It is hard to compare the two, other than both required the guy to lead. I think the BDSM one's were perhaps easier at that point in time, as she was intrigued to be lead into this totally new world, whereas being straight fucked perhaps played into her feelings of guilt more. But I can assure you that once she was in the throws of it, lust took over and she could not disguise how turned on she was.

  HE’S NOW A GROWN MAN

  By Polly Andrea Busch

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  “Hey, Mackenzie, did you hear the news?” My wife’s friend Emily, the town gossip, was in the kitchen talking to her. I’d been watching the game in the family room, but at that moment I was in the kitchen grabbing a beer. “Calvon is back at home.”