MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  I straightened up and gave your wife a firm spank on her ass. “Get up on the bed, on your hands and knees.” She followed my command and looked back at me, wagging her butt at me. I penetrated her again and started slapping her ass hard. “Mmmmm, yes,” she said. “Spank my white ass.” She dropped down onto her elbows and I pounded her hard and deep. “Not so deep,” she said. I responded by slowly a little bit and not going in all the way.

  She turned and looked back at me. “Remember to pull out. Don’t cum inside of me.”

  Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t say anything but I couldn’t help but grunt loudly. She realized that I was cumming because I immediately felt her pulling away. She didn’t have a chance. I held her hips in a death grip, leaning forward and down, my cock now balls deep and pressed hard against her cervix.

  “You fucker!” she said, glaring back at me. “I’m fertile right now!”

  Sweat was dripping down my face and I was trying to catch my breath. “God, bitch, that was fucking great! So fucking hot!”

  I released your wife’s hips and she flipped over. Looking down between her legs, I could see that her cunt was totally saturated, gleaming with cum, and a white trickle was dripping out. She looked up at me. “You motherfucker, I’m ovulating. I can’t have a black baby.”

  “Shit, girl, I wouldn’t worry about it. You’ll be fine. If you ain’t, you can get an abortion.”

  “I’d never get an abortion,” she said. “That’s out of the question.”

  When she said that, I couldn’t help but smile. I hope it happens. I know you’ll be a great daddy for my baby.

  MY BEST LOVER EVER

  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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  “It’s all right, Sarah,” my boyfriend Josh said, comforting me. “You don’t have to leave him.”

  He’s such a wonderful, understanding guy. It’s so nice to have a man in my life who truly loves me, who truly cares about me! Ever since I reached puberty, I’d dated bad boys. For some reason, I found myself strongly attracted to boys who were handsome, sexy, strong, dominant, and often violent. By and large those kind of guys have large cocks and they know how to use them. Bad boys just ooze confidence and sex appeal with every movement they make. They’re the kind of guys who women desire and men instinctively respect.

  It’s not that I wasn’t approached by nice guys like Josh in the past. Sometimes the nice guys would try to ask me out, but I always rebuffed them. Often times I didn’t even need to turn them down – they’d talk with me and realize that I wasn’t attracted to them, so they’d just slink away without going through the motions of asking and getting rejected.

  Obviously I had something wrong with me, right? Why wasn’t I attracted to sweet guys like Josh? It was probably my self-esteem. Whatever the reason, I guess I didn’t feel worthy of dating those short, weak, boring, nerdy “nice guys.”

  My mother and my girlfriends would always tell me that the best men are the “runts of the litter” – often short, socially-awkward, geeky men who put women on a pedestal and treat them with respect. I knew deep down that my friends were right – that the weaklings are the real men, and the sexy, atheletic studs I adored are “losers” – but my self-esteem was so low that I couldn’t help being attracted to the wrong kind of guy, like my current lover Caris.

  Caris is a tall, sexy, arrogant black guy with tattoos and a violent personality. Everything about him, from the way he talks to the way he walks, just drips sexuality. When women meet Caris, they let him know with their eyes and body language that they are attracted to him, even the ones in relationships. It’s been that way his entire life. When he was younger, he had sex with the nice guy’s girlfriends. Now that he’s an adult, he has sex with other men’s girlfriends and wives. Women make a nice guy wait for weeks, even months before letting them have sex with them, but they eagerly drop their panties for Caris the first time they meet. I knew that Caris was having sex with lots of other women, but I didn’t feel good enough about myself to break up with him. It’s that self-esteem thing again.

  Thankfully, I met my amazing boyfriend Josh. He’s nothing like that loser Caris. Instead of spending his time in the gym and screwing countless women, Josh went to college and got a good job. He’s sweet and romantic, buying me flowers and complimenting me. When we first dated, I made him wait for two months to have sex to show him that I’m a good girl, and he was totally patient about it. When we finally made love, it was a little awkward because he was a virgin and didn’t know what he was doing. I was disappointed that his penis was so small, only five inches long and pretty thin, but our lovemaking session wasn’t unpleasant. I just enjoyed the cuddling and being naked together. Although my bad boy lovers refused to use condoms, Josh was understanding and wore the rubber. He was so excited to finally get inside of a girl that he only lasted a few minutes before squirting his little dab into the condom’s reservoir. Now that we were a couple, I thought that I should break up with Caris.

  When I told Caris that I was leaving him for Josh, he was furious. Caris attacked me physically, leaving visible marks. He said that my pussy was only for him and if I ever cheated again or tried to leave him, it would be much worse. When I talked to Josh about it afterward, I was crying as I told him what had happened. He consoled me and told me that we would make it work.

  “It’s okay, honey,” Josh said, running his fingers through my hair. “You don’t need to leave him. We can just stop having sex. Eventually he will break up with you and move on. Then we can be together as a couple.” I was already falling in love with Josh, but at that moment I knew he was the man for me.

  Now Josh talks to me over the phone and sends me romantic texts, and we go out on dates a couple times a week. At the end of the dates he just gives me a peck on the cheek and he goes home. Caris still comes by my apartment two or three times a week, and with him it’s all about sex. He takes me in his powerful arms. I’m intoxicated by his manly scent as he kisses me, my pussy soaking in anticipation. He pounds me hard with his thick eight inch cock, slapping my white ass as I moan through orgasm after orgasm. At the end, Caris explodes and coats my cunt with his seed. I give him a kiss goodbye at the doorway, my womb filled with a hundred million of his virile sperm searching for my egg.

  I still have a long way to go. The immense attraction I still feel for bad boys like Caris, and the intense orgasms I feel when he fucks me with his mighty phallus, shows that I still have self-esteem issues. But Josh is such a sweetheart and he’s helping me heal. One day, I’m sure, I will be attracted to Josh the way I’m attracted to Caris. In the meantime, I’m getting all the love and attention I crave from Josh and the sexual satisfaction I need from my black lover Caris. What more could a girl ask for?

  HER OTHER BOYFRIEND IS BLACK!

  By Polly Andrea Busch

  Copyright 2015 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 first met Elizabeth at the gym a couple of years ago. We were both recent college graduates and we worked in the same field. I sensed that there was some mutual attraction and I wanted to date her, but she said that she wasn’t ready to date because she had just gotten out of a long-term relationship with her college boyfriend. A couple of weeks later, I saw her out at the mall making out with a black guy. The guy was tall and handsome, with a powerful athletic build, but frankly the guy looked kind of like a thug and I doubted if the guy even had a job.

  When I confronted her about it, she told me that the guy’s name is Tayshawn. She explained that although she’s dating Tay, she knows it isn’t going anywhere and he’s not somebody that she could bring home to her parents. Still, she is having a great time with him and she isn’t ready to give him up.

  I told her that I understood and I didn’t want to stop her from having fun. Just because she has a sexual relationship with Tay didn’t mean that I couldn’t be her boyfriend. We could just have an open relationship of sorts. I would only date her but she could continue spending time with Tay. But we could get to know each other and see if it would be good for both of us.

  Liz and I started dating. Soon she met my parents and I met hers, and we started going together to family get-togethers. We were definitely a serious couple. In addition, our sex life was great. We were going through a box of condoms a week. Eventually we moved in together and that’s when things started to get interesting. A few nights a week, Liz would go out on a date with Tay. Sometimes she would sleep over at his house, usually on the weekends, but sometimes she would bring him home to our place. On those days, she would tell me ahead of time and I would sleep on the living room couch.

  I was pretty much okay with that, but in some ways I feel that she went a little too far. For example, she gave Tay a key to our apartment. Sometimes Tay would come into our house in the middle of night, slip into bed with Liz and start having sex with her. I would wake up to the sounds of my girlfriend moaning and groaning and the headboard hitting the wall. I didn’t appreciate that because I needed my sleep before work. Still, I didn’t make a fuss over it. I would just give Liz a kiss, grab my pillow and blanket and head downstairs to the couch. I could still hear them downstairs but I would sometimes masturbate to the sounds and imagine him fucking her silly. At first I was a little intimidated by the way Liz sounded and acted while having sex with Tay. She seemed far more excited by him than me. I asked her if she was simply putting on a show for him, but Liz admitted that it’s not an act – Tay is simply an amazing lover and she can’t help but cry out, moaning in pleasure as he gives her a good fucking. She does say that she really enjoys receiving cunnilingus from me and a good, hard fuck from Tay, and we both satisfy her in different ways.

  I also noticed that Liz’s panties were always semen-stained after her nights with Tay. Even though she was on the Pill, we always used condoms because she said she didn’t want to get pregnant and wouldn’t consider getting an abortion. I confronted her about it and she said that Tay refuses to use condoms. He claims that “real men don’t use rubbers,” and he also claims that it’s racist to refuse to take his seed inside of her. I pointed out that she uses condoms with me and I’m white, but Tay was insistent and one of the things she loved about him is that he doesn’t compromise. She said it’s one of the reasons that he would be a bad partner but he’s a great lover.

  Late one night, after Tay was finished with her and left the house, I grabbed my pillow and blanket and went back to bed. Liz was still up reading a book. I slipped into bed with her.

  “God, he fucked me really good tonight,” Liz said, looking at me over her reading glasses. “I had enough orgasms for a week!”

  “I heard,” I said. I picked up one of her feet and began to kiss it. “How about a little encore?”

  “I can’t take anymore tonight,” she said. “He fucked me four times, good and hard. My pussy is sore.”

  “I’m not talking about sex,” I said, kissing my way up the inside of her leg. “I want to eat your pussy.”

  “I don’t think it’s a good idea right now,” she said, pulling her knees up and together. “I really should shower first.”

  I grabbed her knees and pulled them apart. She resisted at first, but then released her legs and spread herself wide. I could see that her pussy was red, swollen and misshapen. Her inner thighs were glistening and her bush was matted down, sticky with globs of semen. The insides of her cunt were totally covered, dripping with her lover’s sperm. I put my face directly to her entrance, stuck out my tongue and lapped up my first taste of semen. It tasted salty and pungent, but not at all bad. I stuck my tongue deep inside, lapping up as much of his cum as I could get, swallowing it down. Liz ran her hands through my hair, moaning as I licked all over her cunt, cleaning her of the evidence of her earlier coupling. After putting her through three orgasms, I rose triumphantly from between her legs. “Now I’m going to fuck you.” I rolled a condom over my penis and slipped it inside of her pussy. She didn’t complain as I thrust slowly and gently inside of her, kissing her as we made love. I was so excited that in a matter of minutes I shot my wad into the condom’s reservoir.

  Things changed a couple of months later when Liz found out that she was pregnant. As soon as Tay found out about the pregnancy, he denied that he was the father and he hasn’t been around since. We both agreed that it was for the best, as she was going to need to call it off soon anyway. Last month we got married, and Liz was six months pregnant at the wedding. We’re both a little worried about what our friends and family will say when the baby is black, but we know that we’re strong enough of a couple to make it through it. One more thing – we found out that it’s going to be a boy. We’ve agreed on the name Taylor and will call him Little Tay. We can’t wait to be parents!

  MY FREE SPIRITED WILD WIFE

  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 name is Luke. I’m an accountant for a large accounting firm. My wife’s name is Allison but I call her “Sin” for short because she’s my sinful little sweetheart.

  Allison isn’t the kind of girl that most people would have expected me to marry. We’re a great couple, though. I met her four years ago while working at an event in Boston. Lots of attractive young women were hanging around trying to meet a successful accountant, but Allison was so beautiful and sweet that she just stole my heart from the moment I met her.

  The two of us really clicked. We partied hard together and had a great time. Our relationship moved quickly, and in six months we were engaged. Two years later we were married. I wasn't the jealous boyfriend type because I’d watched her do the girl-girl thing a couple times and I’d always enjoyed seeing other men look her way, and I haven’t been a jealous husband during the time that we’ve been married. I consider Allison to be a hot piece of ass, and judging by the looks she gets, I know most guys would agree. She’s 5'8", 112 pounds, and she’s in great shape with nice legs, ass and tits. Allison loves wearing swimsuits, and she’s done wet tee-shirt and bikini competitions at the local gentlemen’s club and won. She’s never stripped or pole danced, just the contests, but she loves to show
off her stuff and loves getting the attention.

  Our neighbors are pretty friendly, despite the things you may hear about New Englanders. One of our neighbors often invites everyone in the neighborhood to come to his house for backyard bonfires. In April they invited everybody over and we went. It seemed like there were more people at his party than there were people in our neighborhood. But hey, it’s his party.

  One guy who was there was Jared, a mutual friend of ours who lives a couple streets over, and sometimes the guys from the neighborhood go out with him for drinks – what we call the “guys night out.” He was there with a friend of his that I’d never met before, a guy who works at his gym as a personal trainer named JeWayne. He introduced himself and he seemed like a good guy with a strong grip, and I didn’t think much of it. So we all had a great time roasting marshmallows, chips, drinks and had some laughs.

  As I was talking with one of our neighbors about their great Easter decorations they’d put out, I noticed that JeWayne seemed interested in Allison and chatted her up a few times. Other times, when he thought nobody was looking, he’d be checking out her body. I wasn’t jealous at all, and in fact the idea that an attractive black guy was looking hungrily at my wife was a turn on to me. As we walked back home, I asked Allison whether she had a good time at the party and she said it was great, and she liked meeting the new people. I asked her what she thought of Jared’s friend JeWayne. She said that he was a very good looking guy with a great body, but not as great as mine. Obviously she was being kind because, although I work out regularly, JeWayne was four or five inches taller with really broad shoulders and totally muscle bound. Still, the mere fact that she’d noticed him made my little penis stir. I’d always fantasized about Allison fucking a black guy.

  In May we were at the neighbor’s bonfire. Sure enough, Jared and JeWayne were there, too. It went just like the last party, with him talking to her a little and checking her out from afar. We left a little later and I decided not to ask her about her interactions with JeWayne. Then the next weekend we were downtown at one of our favorite bars and JeWayne was there. He was all friendly and talked with Allison while I was ordering drinks, then he invited me to play a game of pool. While we played, he asked how things were with me and Allison.