MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  On Monday, before they did their workout, Allison modeled in a bikini for JeWayne and he took her pictures. When she came home, she was horny and started rubbing my leg and brushing against my penis. I responded by caressing her back and soon she pushed me onto the sofa and started sucking on my penis, acting more dominant than usual. After about ten minutes of fellatio, I tried to sit up but she kept pushing me back down, and then she took off her shorts and just rode me cowgirl. She was definitely turned on by what had happened earlier with the photo shoot, or maybe just thinking about guys getting turned on when she’s doing her contests again. I told her that I love it when she shows off for guys in those bikinis, and they all want her so bad that they’re fucking her with their eyes. She really loved that.

  “There were two guys at the gym who were totally checking me out,” she said, riding on my cock.

  “Can you blame them? You’re just so fucking sexy.”

  “And JeWayne was checking me out, too,” she said. “When he didn’t think I was looking. I saw him in the mirrors.”

  I said that JeWayne is getting her into perfect shape and she’s going to be my hot little slut. She was already moaning and that sent her over the edge, and we came simultaneously.

  The next week, Allison sent me a text that she was going to meet up with two of her friends from college who were in the area. They were going to a sushi bar and then they’d hit some of the clubs downtown, so she wouldn’t be home until late. I told her that’s fine, have a good time and text me later. When I got home she’d already left the house, and I could smell her perfume and this coconut-type oil that she puts on her skin that gets me so aroused. I also noticed that her black high heels and little black dress were missing, so I had a good idea what she might be wearing. Around ten o’clock I get a text from her saying she loved me. I texted back, asking if she was having a good time. She asked if she looked sexy and I replied that every guy thinks she looks great, even black guys like JeWayne. At first I thought I’d gone too far but after about five minutes, the reply came back: “I’m sure ;-)” and it gave me a hard on.

  When she came home, she was definitely buzzing and quite horny. She came into the bedroom, got undressed and showered, then got into bed naked. I could see in her eyes that she was horny.

  “I bet you drove all the boys crazy with the sexy little body of yours.”

  Allison laughed and jumped right on top of me. I ate her pussy and made her come, and then she pushed me off of her and rode me cowgirl.

  “All the guys wanted you, didn’t they?” I asked. She stared fucking me harder, faster, saying “Yes, they wanted me.” She was riding me hard and finally came, then rolled off to my side and we cuddled for a while then went to sleep.

  In the morning, I got up early and she was still asleep. I started to caress her body and she knew what I wanted. Although she was pretty much sleeping, she moved her leg and gave me access. I fucked her from behind and I didn’t last long before I shot my load inside of her tight pussy.

  A couple days later, Allison told me that her friend Hannah was going to a resort in the Bahamas next month for two weeks to celebrate her twenty-fifth birthday. A few of her other girlfriends were going, too, and it was going to be an all-girls vacation. I said that going there in June didn’t make a lot of sense to me weather-wise, but she said that the rates were cheaper and besides it was Hannah’s birthday.

  “Would you be okay with me going there with her, with the other girls?”

  “Sure,” I said. “It sounds like you’ll have a great time.”

  Although I thought of the possibility that something sexual might happen while Allison was down there with her single friends, it was an off-hand comment by Jared that really got my juices flowing.

  “Yeah, JeWayne’s gone the second and third week of June. He’s going to an all-inclusive resort in the Bahamas.”

  At that point I wasn’t sure if Allison was going there with her single friends and JeWayne had arranged to be there at the same time, or if she already knew about it. Heck, for all I knew it might have nothing to do with Hannah at all and she was just going down there to vacation for a week in paradise with her black lover. Whatever it was, I wasn’t going to say a word.

  When she packed her luggage, I took a look at what she was taking with her. She was bringing all these sexy sundresses and miniskirts, evening gowns and high heels, not to mention those bikinis of hers. But one thing that caught my eye was her birth control pills. Why would she need her birth control while on vacation? Just to make sure that she didn’t cheat on her wedding vows, right after she made her final check of her luggage, I slipped her birth control pills out of her makeup bag and put them back into the medicine cabinet. I drove her to the airport, lifted her bags out of the trunk and kissed her goodbye. I gave her a long hug.

  “I only have one rule for your vacation,” I said. “Do whatever you want, just make sure that you have as much fun as you possibly can.”

  Her eyes beamed. “I will, I promise.” She hugged me back, gave me a peck on the cheek, waved goodbye and pulled her luggage through the airport doors.

  It was crazy waiting those two weeks for her to return. The whole time I was masturbating multiple times a day while fantasizing about that tall, muscular black stud giving his thick black cock to my delicate white wife. They were just so much alike, both beautiful and concerned about their physical appearances, loving the attention. He was a perfect physical specimen, strong, black and virile, and she was a perfect female, thin with a bubble butt, big tits and a gorgeous face. I wished I could see the two of them together!

  When they returned from their vacation, Allison’s body looked changed. She seemed exhausted, fully content and satisfied, and her skin had tanned, having taken on a darker color after being pounded by those gorgeous rays for weeks. We made love the night that she returned but things seemed different now. Although she was definitely horny, she didn’t seem satisfied with what I was giving her.

  “Faster, baby,” she said. “Fuck me faster.” I fucked as fast as I could but she looked disappointed. I think she’d realized that the problem wasn’t my lack of speed but my lack of size. But I still managed to give her an orgasm and I came inside of her, then we cuddled and fell asleep.

  A couple weeks later Allison started to feel sick. I had a strange feeling what it was. Allison seemed very distant for a couple of days, then she asked me one night, “How would you feel if I had sex for real with a black guy?”

  “Like JeWayne?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” she said. “Would you like that?”

  “I think it would be really hot,” I said.

  “I do, too,” she replied, holding my hand. “I just don’t you to be unhappy with me.”

  “I’d never do that. I’ll support you one hundred percent.”

  I wasn’t surprised at all what happened next. Allison had sex with JeWayne “for the first time” that week. A couple weeks later, she found out that she was pregnant.

  “I’m pretty sure that it’s JeWayne’s baby,” she said. “I’m going to keep it, even if the baby is black.”

  I told her that I was totally okay with it, that it was all my idea and that I would support her decision. When we learned that it was going to be a boy, JeWayne was proud as peaches. He came to the hospital and cut the umbilical cord. He named the baby JeWayne Junior. I didn’t want him having any legal rights to our son, though, so I put my name on the birth certificate as the father.

  The whole situation has worked out great. I stay at home with the baby while Allison works out with JeWayne. She’s back on the pill so we don’t have to worry about pregnancy. She’s gotten back into great shape, and although her hips are a little wider after giving birth, she’s still stunning. Last week she had her first bikini contest in five years and she won first place. I loved watching all the guys on her as she strutted her stuff on the stage, every man fucking her with his eyes. I’m so proud to be married to such a naughty little girl!
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  CAPTURED IN DARKEST AFRICA

  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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  “Kah rum meenak!” the African man yelled, banging on our windshield with the butt of his gun.

  We were on the road in Somalia when three men jumped in front of our car. Now they were yelling in a foreign language, probably Somali. They were all armed with scary-looking black guns, and I could see their old jeep parked about ten yards off the road.

  I’d never been so frightened in my life. Fred, my sixtyish co-worker at the charity, was driving the car. He looked paralyzed with fear. We’d heard about the pirates in Solamia but we’d been lucky enough to never encounter them.

  The man who banged his gun into the windshield opened the driver’s side back door and hopped inside. “Go!” he ordered, aiming his gun at Fred’s head. “Go, go, go!” He started driving down the road, with no idea where we were going. I turned around and saw the other men following behind us in their jeep.

  I remembered my husband Brandon back in the States. “I’m worried, Jordan. Africa is a dangerous place, especially Somalia. Aren’t there safer places that need help?” I explained to him that Africa was a focus of our charity because they are in greatest need of assistance, and I promised him that I would be careful. Now, speeding down the road through the African desert, I wasn’t sure that I would be alive much longer.

  The man behind us directed Fred by pointing and yelling. He led us off the main road down some all-dirt roads to their compound. We pulled up in front of three dirty little wooden shacks that looked like they might fall apart at any moment, and the jeep pulled up a few moments later. The black man gestured for us to get out of the car. The men were talking angrily at Fred in Somali. He raised his hands up and said he meant no harm, he was just in Somalia to help villages with their water. The shorter man from the jeep got behind Fred and held his hands behind him. Then the man who sat behind us in our car slowly walked up to him, put his face into Fred’s and said something I didn’t understand. Then he took the butt of his gun and hit Fred in the head, knocking him out. His body crumpled to the ground.

  The taller man from the jeep came over to me. “I am Khaalid. This is Qorane,” he said, referring to the man who sat behind me in the car. He said that the shorter man from the jeep is Xidig. “Who are you?”

  “I’m Jordan. I work for a charity. I’m just here trying to help people get clean water in their villages.”

  “You are a hostage,” he said. “The ransom will be $50 million US dollars. If we aren’t paid, you will be killed.”

  Qorane and Xidig dragged Fred’s body into the middle shack and they locked the door. Then Qorane led me into the shack on the right. It was a dirty, dusty shed. I sat on the floor wondering what to do. My cell phone was in my purse in the car but even if we had reception the phone was dead. I could hear the men talking outside, then the voices faded away a bit. Soon the light coming through the cracks between the wooden planks turned to darkness.

  At some point, I heard footsteps approaching, then the door unlocked. It was Qorane standing there holding a plate with stale bread, a metal cup of water, and a candle-lit lantern. He placed all of it on the floor. Then he removed his handgun from his belt and slowly set it down on the floor, keeping his eyes on me the entire time. He slowly walked up to me. I noticed that he’d changed his clothes and he was wearing camouflage pants and a t-shirt. He looked me in the eyes, then put his arms around me and began kissing me. Although Qorane is an attractive man, I was totally repulsed by his behavior. Besides, I’m a married woman. But I knew that I was a captive and I had no real choice. I responded to his touch and placed my arms behind him, caressing his muscular body. I was worried that I wouldn’t be wet for him, but I felt my vagina beginning to wet. And though I know it’s wrong, as I inhaled his scent, I became incredibly aroused by the thought of having sex with this violent black thug.

  I unbuttoned my shirt and removed my bra, so that I was now wearing nothing but my skirt and panties. I could see his manhood pressing against his pants and it looked huge. I undid Qorane’s belt, unzipped his pants and pulled them down. He wasn’t wearing any underpants, and out sprung a huge black cock. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. At college I’d been told that the rumors of black men having large penises was a lie spread to hold black men down by hyper-sexualizing them, in the same way that the rumors of Asian men having smaller penises are a lie to emasculate them. But Qorane’s cock was magnificent, I’d estimate it was ten inches long and so very thick, much larger than a kielbasa.

  I was totally satisfied by my husband’s five inch penis but this cock was a thing of beauty. I dropped to my knees and took his huge black cock inside of my mouth. I was never very experienced at fellatio, as my husband usually preferred intercourse, but I tried my best to give my black captor a good blowjob. I swirled my tongue around the thick head and shaft and pumped the base of his cock with my hands. I also gently swept my fingers over his balls after every few pumps. Qorane was speaking softly in Somali. I couldn’t understand him but I think he was enjoying it.

  Qorane then took on an aggressive tone. He pulled me up to my feet, then pulled down my skirt and panties. Then he pushed me to the floor and got on top of me. The floor was hard and dirty, and it was uncomfortable but I knew that I couldn’t complain. Although Brandon and I use condoms for birth control, I knew that it wasn’t an option for me. I couldn’t see much with the candle light, but I felt his huge cockhead touch my vagina and then begin to press inside. It normally takes my husband a handful of thrusts to get his little penis inside of me, but I was so wet for Qorane that he just pushed hard inside of me with two thrusts. I gasped at the sudden insertion but it felt great. I felt so full, and his cock was going so much deeper than Brandon could ever do. I was being stretched out but it felt amazing, and this African thug was pounding hard and long, almost pulling out entirely with each thrust before pushing back in. He wasn’t kissing me or touching my clit, just holding himself up on his hands above me and thrusting violently, yet the feeling was so amazing. His cock was so large that, with no effort on his part, my clit was being stimulated from intercourse alone. Suddenly I felt an amazing pleasure starting with my groin, then it spread throughout my body to every fingertip, and I groaned loudly and uncontrollably in the Somalian darkness, experiencing what was easily the most powerful orgasm of my life. I was almost crying when it didn’t end, just rolling on in a wave, either one continuous orgasm or a series of them giving me incredible pleasure. Then I heard Qorane grunting deeply and push all the way inside of me. I could feel the tip of his cock pressing against my cervix, his cock growing even larger and pulsing, as he filled my womb with his sperm. I ran my hands up and down his back, enjoying his broad, muscular shoulders as the last of his seed spilled out to totally fill my cavity.

  From that night forward, Qorane was using me for sex almost every night. A couple of weeks later, I started feeling nauseated and I was frightened that I might be pregnant. Over the new few months, I began to show and it was obvious that Qorane’s baby was growing inside of me. Although I support abortion rights, it’s not a choice that I would ever consider for myself, and I worried that the meager meals they were feeding me wasn’t sufficient for our baby. One day, though, just over three months of being captives, Fred and I were rescued by U.S. special f
orces. All three of our captors were killed, and Fred and I were returned home.

  Brandon and I were both crying when we finally saw each other at the airport. He was totally understanding and supported my decision to keep the baby. Our son, Qorane Junior, is a beautiful, handsome baby boy and Brandon is an amazing father. He says he couldn’t love little Qorane any more even if he was his own biological child. We’d always planned on having only one child but when I brought up a vasectomy to Brandon, he seems a little resistant. But we both understand that DNA doesn’t matter, children are expensive, and one child is enough for us. We’re a perfect family.

  A BAREBACK BLACK

  ALPHA FOR HER BIRTHDAY

  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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  My name is Michael. My wife Madison and I are in our late twenties and we’ve been married for five years. We live in the suburbs and we have two kids. Maddie is currently pregnant with our third child and she’s due to give birth in three months. I’d like to tell you about something sexy and fun I did six months ago for my wife’s birthday.