MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  “Really?” my wife replied. “I was hoping that boy was gone for good.”

  “He’s not,” Emily said, smiling ear to ear. “Look out the window and see.” Sure enough, across the street and two doors down, a tall, muscular young man with dark black skin was dribbling a basketball and shooting hoops.

  “Damn,” Mackenzie said admiringly. “Calvon has really grown up.”

  “Yes he has,” Emily agreed. “He’s looking pretty good, if you ask me.”

  Calvon had been a foster care kid that our neighbors had taken in when he was in elementary school. It seemed like a nice thing to do, but frankly the kid was always getting into trouble. In middle school, there were rumors that Calvon was dealing drugs, and he served some time in juvenile detention. Then in high school, he was again arrested, this time in connection with a double homicide a few hours away. It was a grisly crime and one of the victims was disabled and in a wheelchair. But the police couldn’t really prove he was involved and he ended up serving time again in juvenile detention.

  That was the last that we’d seen of him. We were glad that he was gone because we thought he was a bad influence for the neighborhood children. But now Mackenzie seemed to be looking at him quite differently now, as a sexy and sexual white woman in her early thirties looking longingly at a strapping young adult black man.

  In bed that night, while making love to Mackenzie, I mentioned how attracted she seemed to be to Calvon. Although she denied it, it seemed to get her excited. I asked her how she’d like to feel his strong, young, muscular black body against her soft white flesh, and see if it’s true what they say about black guys. She played back with me, asking if I’d like to see my naughty wife in bed with Calvon, and his thick black cock slipping in and out of her white pussy. We both had a lot of fun fantasizing about Calvon fucking Mackenzie’s brains out but when we went to sleep, I figured that would be the end of it.

  “You know, Daniel, I was thinking,” Mackenzie said, sipping on her travel mug of coffee before heading out for work. “We need to have those trees cut in the backyard. It’s been over a month now and I know you’re busy. How about if I hire Calvon? I mean, I don’t know if he’s experienced at tree cutting but we have all the equipment.”

  I was a little surprised. I certainly didn’t think my wife only wanted him there to cut the trees, but after our great round of sex the night before, I figured it might be fun to see what happens. “I think that’s a great idea. Just looking at him, I’m sure he’s got the right equipment and he’ll get the job done. What he lacks in experience he’ll make up for with eagerness.”

  “Very funny,” she replied. “But seriously, you’re okay with it?”

  “I’m fine with it,” I said, heading out the front door. “Have fun.”

  That night, Mackenzie told me that she’d approached Calvon and he would be happy to do a little landscaping for us. She said that he’d be over on Thursday night to cut down the trees and haul away the wood. It was an unfortunate choice of day because I always work late on Thursdays, so I wouldn’t be able to watch their interaction. But a coworker agreed to cover my shift on Thursday so I was able to come home and check up on the landscaping job.

  After visiting a friend and running some errands, I arrived back at our house a little after three. I parked down the street and walked up to our house, around the side and peeked over the fence. Sure enough, Calvon had done an excellent job in removing the damaged trees. The wood was still there but it was stacked up nicely.

  I opened the fence door to the back yard but I didn’t see him anywhere around. I then looked through the back window. Mackenzie and Calvon were standing in the kitchen. Calvon was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, which was soaked with sweat. My wife, for no apparent reason other than to tease the boy, was wearing tiny jean shorts and a bikini top. They were each drinking what appeared to be glasses of lemonade. Then Mackenzie put down her glass and removed Calvon’s t-shirt. He leaned in and kissed her. Then she took his hand and led him down the hallway, in the direction of our bedroom.

  I walked up the deck and quietly sneaked in through the back door. I made my way over to the bedroom but the door was closed. I could hear Mackenzie’s voice and that of her black lover.

  “You’ve grown into such a sexy young man,” Mackenzie said.

  “Thank you,” Calvon said. “You’re a damn hot woman yourself.”

  Then I heard the sounds of kissing. I tried the door handle slowly but it was locked. I walked down the hallway to the den, pulled a hanger out of the closet and bent the top of it straight. I went back to the bedroom door and stuck the straight part of the hanger into the door and turned the handle. It turned and I slowly opened it a crack, just enough to see.

  Mackenzie was on her knees in front of Calvon. Her hands were holding his cock, which was easily ten inches long and impossibly thick. “I’d always wanted to fuck a black guy,” Mackenzie said. “I’ve always wanted to feel a real cock inside of me. I’ve only been with one other man besides my husband, and both of them have baby-sized little things.” She had one hand beneath his balls and the other holding his shaft as she took the head into her mouth. Her eyes were locked on Calvon’s as his cock went in and out of her mouth. She began twisting her head as she sucked on it, twirling her tongue around his cock. Mackenzie had given me blowjobs when we were dating but not anymore, and they were never like this.

  Amhed was groaning. “Yeah, bitch, that’s right. Suck on that black cock. Take that thick black cock inside of your mouth. Tell me how much you love it. Tell me, bitch.”

  “Oooh, I love your big black cock,” my wife said, then went back to sucking on him. Then she stood up, slipped out of her jean shorts, and removed her bikini top. She reached a hand down and began to play with herself. “I’m so fucking wet for you. Do you see that? I don’t get wet like this for my husband, but my pussy needs your cock.”

  “Bend over the bed,” he said. “I want to fuck you like a doggy.” As his cock slowly worked its way into my wife’s pussy, she was moaning, praising him for his massive manhood. When he was fully inside of her, he began fucking her slowly with long strokes. “Yeah, you took it all, bitch. Every fucking inch.” He began slowly increasing the speed and it wasn’t long before he was fucking her hard and fast. Mackenzie was moaning the whole time, and twice she cried out in orgasm. The most I’d ever given her was one, and they were just getting started. They fucked with her on top before going into the missionary position, and they spoon-fucked side-by-side for a few minutes before Calvon finally blasted his spunk deep inside my wife’s cunt. My wife was leaning back over her shoulder and kissed him, all the while pumping his shaft with her hand, when I quietly closed the door shut and tiptoed away.

  That was two months ago. All summer long, Calvon has been by our house helping perform all sorts of tasks. I only watched the two of them fucking that one time, but I can tell by their furtive glances that they are still having sex. My love life with Mackenzie has improved dramatically, and we are now having sex a couple of times per week. When I come home and see Calvon is just leaving, I like to insist on sex right then. Mackenzie always resists but eventually relents, and I think we both know that I’m getting sloppy seconds from the neighborhood thug. Her pussy feels velvety smooth and well-lubricated, and I totally love it!

  MY NAUGHTY DREAM GIRL

  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-on
e years of age or older. All rights reserved.

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  I’m Christopher. My wife Elizabeth is just turned twenty-eight and I’m thirty. We’ve been married for ten years. We have five children together and she’s currently pregnant with our sixth. We’re very much in love and we couldn’t be happier! When I met Elizabeth, I knew she was the one. She had an incredible body, and she still does thanks to exercise and a strict diet. Thanks to her ample bosom and her cute little bubble butt, she’s always turned heads.

  It’s not just her looks, though. My wife is a compassionate and loving woman. She’s a wonderful conversationalist and she’s fun to be with. And she’s blessed with an insatiable sexual appetite.

  When I think back, there were people who tried to discourage me from dating Elizabeth. My friends pointed out that she was known as the town slut. A couple of them claimed that she’d slept with almost every black man in the tri-county area. My buddy Jeff went to college with her and said she’d slept with dozens of black guys in college, and that’s just the ones he knew about. The rumor was that she’d bedded the entire basketball team!

  Their comments didn’t bother me one bit. Let’s face it, it’s not the 1950’s anymore and women these days have sex before marriage. When you really get down to it, I believe they just didn’t like that she preferred black guys. That’s their choice but I’m not a racist, so I didn’t hold her past against her.

  When Elizabeth and I started dating, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We burned 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. Elizabeth 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 Elizabeth 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, Elizabeth 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. Elizabeth 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. Elizabeth 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 Elizabeth’s. As far as we’re concerned, she’s their mother and I’m their father. The way I look at it, Elizabeth’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 Elizabeth 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!

  HANDSOME BLACK ROOMMATE

  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.

  * * *

  “Oh, God, baby,” my wife Khloe said, moaning as she was pounded hard by her black lover, Damitri. He was tall and dark skinned, with broad shoulders and a muscular body. She’d met him at her workplace and asked me if I’d allow her to make love with him just once. She’d always wondered about black guys and she’d heard from a co-worker that Damitri was well-equipped.

  I agreed to let her try him that once. Sure enough, the rumors about him were true.

  “God, it feels so good, baby,” my wife moaned. “So big and thick, I feel so full inside. You’re hitting all the right places. Even places I didn’t know existed.” She looked into his eyes with a look of awe. “This is sex. Finally I know. This is what sex is supposed to be!” She looked over at me. “Caleb, you know we can’t be the same after experiencing this, right, baby?”

  It was an erotic scene to be sure. I was sitting in the corner and masturbating as I watched them. Damitri didn’t perform cunnilingus on her or try to stimulate her manually, yet my wife was orgasming over and over. He just concentrated on himself and his own pleasure, in position after position, and by just being himself he brought Khloe off easily and repeatedly.

  I came twice while watching them. They made love three more times that night, and they did it again in the shower the next morning. After he left, Khloe sat me down for a talk.

  “I want to keep dating him.” She said firmly. “I’m going to keep dating him. I had no idea that sex could be like that. You’re a nice guy and I love you, but I need him. I need that in my life.”

  Khloe made it clear that if I didn’t accept Damitri as her lover, she would leave me. I wasn’t happy about it but I wanted to keep our family together – after all, we had two children together. For the next couple of months, Damitri came over to our house three or four times a week to have sex with my wife in our bed. Those nights, I would sleep in the guest room.

  Then Damitri and Khloe sat me down. They wanted to live together as a couple, and they wanted me to move out.

  “It’s an hour drive for me each way to get here from my apartment,” Damitri said. “I want to fuck your wife’s sweet pussy every day.” Of course, Khloe was only giving me sex once or twice a month, but three or four times a week wasn’t enough for her black stud.

  I refused. “This is my house. If you want to live together, she can move in with you.”

  That’s exactly what happened. Khloe moved in with black lover about an hour away. She’s now getting ro
yally fucked once or twice a day. The kids still live with me and she visits them every other weekend. What Damitri doesn’t know, though, is that she’s cheating on him with me. I’m still getting some action off of my wife once or twice a month. She has sex with Damitri on a Saturday morning, then she stops by and I ravish her, eating her semen-soaked beaver. Then I slip inside of her loose, spent cunt and fuck her further. It’s a great situation, really. I’m getting as much sex as ever.

  There’s one thing that’s happened, though, that I’m not sure about. I had a vasectomy after our second child was born, and now Khloe is pregnant with Damitri’s baby. He’s told Khloe that he wants a large family and he expects me to raise the children at my house – and, since I’m the husband and any of Khloe’s babies are “my” children, he expects me to pay the full cost for them. Khloe just had an ultrasound and it’s going to be a boy, and our kids are excited that they have a baby brother on the way.

  For his part, Damitri tells me that he loves the whole situation. He gets to start a family without having the financial responsibility or having to discipline the kids. Any children he has with Khloe will call him “Uncle Damitri,” and he will visit his biological children every once in a while and spoil them. And by having me take care of the day-to-day child rearing and expenses, Khloe will be free to focus on her relationship with Damitri. I don’t know how this will all work out, but I’m excited to start this new chapter in our lives!

  TOO HOT TO STOP

  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.