MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  Gary cannot touch Sharla anymore. His wife belongs to me. Sharla and I encourage him to get release either manually or by consorting with gay prostitutes. Gary and Sharla’s child is mine, and Gary knows it and is grateful.

  Now at work, Gary is viewed by everyone as my most loyal soldier. He protects my interests, and helps me to succeed, even when it costs him in various ways, such as time, effort, or his reputation and standing. Once a month or so, as a reward, I will have some alone time with Gary. The last time, which was just a week ago, I sent him to a five-star hotel in a nearby city. I had Gary get a massage, and then I sent a handsome 21-year-old rent boy to his room. I watched as Gary had sex with the rent boy, and then Gary gave the rent boy head to completion. After the rent boy left, I ordered Gary to take a quick shower. And then Gary and I talked about his ambitions at work, how he's helping me in a work project, and so on. In prison lingo, Gary is very much my bitch, my sissy, even though he acts very masculine to the outside world. When we have alone time together, Gary is very feminine and very subservient.

  We talked for a while, and then he fluffed me and I fucked him anally. By the way, I fuck him face-to-face, with him lying on his back in the missionary style. Both of us feel this is even more subservient and controlling, as well as exciting. It was wonderful both physically and mentally.

  Gary is the only cuck my wife has met. She treats him horribly, and enjoys humiliating him in front of other people. Lately she began referring to him as “Hank’s bitch” in front of my assistant and other people who know him. She met Sharla once or twice after Sharla had had my child (my wife knows, of course), and even though my wife is a couple of years younger than Sharla, she treats her like a subservient maid or cleaning lady. My wife isn’t a cruel person by nature, but she confessed to me that she loves being cruel to Gary and Sharla. My wife doesn't know why, and it actually troubles her that she loves being cruel to them. But when either Gary or Sharla are present, this cruelty comes out of my wife immediately and spontaneously.

  A couple of times, when we are alone, Gary has tried to challenge me, and I've immediately shut down his challenge. I don't take these occasional challenges personally. I think it's a natural reflex; just an inferior male, at a subconscious level, checking to see whether I’m still the dominant one in the relationship. When I prove that I am by shutting down his challenge, Gary is happy, docile and subservient.

  Although it may not be for everybody, being a cuck is a wonderful situation for many men. They enjoy their role in the relationship with me and the hot wife, and it is fulfilling to all of us.

  MY BLACK BOSS IS

  BAREBACKING MY WIFE!

  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 Jacob. I’m twenty-eight and my wife Brianna is twenty-five. We’ve been married for three years. Bree just found out that she’s pregnant with our first child. Something unusual happened a few months ago and I’d like to tell you about it.

  I work for a small company in the HVAC (heating, ventilation and air conditioning) industry. A lot of my job involves going to our customers’ homes for inspections and repairs. One day I was driving back from a call and I noticed one of our company’s trucks driving by. When I looked inside, I saw my black boss Javorius driving the truck and my wife Bree sitting the passenger’s seat beside him. She was chatting with him and he was nodding. I was shocked because as far as I knew, my wife had never met Javorius. And my wife was supposed to be at work!

  I decided to follow them. I stayed a couple of cars back and I managed to stay with them as they made their way over to a cheap, seedy motel. They walked into the lobby, got a room, and then walked over to Room 8 and unlocked the door. The two of them kissed passionately for a moment, his dark muscular black arms encasing her tiny white frame, his black hands running down her back and over her ass. Finally, he took her hand and they walked inside.

  I walked over to the window and peered inside, looking through a tiny little sliver between the edge of the window and the curtain. The only thing that I could make out was the area at the very end of the bed. Javorius had his back to me, fully naked. His whole body was a work of art, muscled and sculpted, with broad shoulders and powerful legs. My wife was standing on the other side of him, wearing a white bra and panties, looking at him adoringly and sipping on a glass of wine. I could hear the sounds of their voices but I couldn’t make out any words. Setting her glass down, Bree dropped to her knees.

  Luckily, Javorius turned his body just enough to give me a decent view of the action. His cock was limp and it was hanging down almost to his knees. It had to have been a foot long and it was incredibly thick as well. My wife had both hands on his monster cock, and she took the head of his cock in her mouth. As she was sucking on the head, her hands were working his shaft. As she fellated him, her eyes were locked on his. I could hear the sounds of Javorius moaning and the slurping sounds of his cock slipping in and out of her velvety mouth.

  Finally, she stood up again. He laid my wife back on the bed. All I could see was his body and her feet, but I saw him pull her panties off and toss them onto the floor. He leaned forward and I knew that he was eating her pussy. I could hear the slurping and my wife moaning in pleasure.

  My cock was straining against my jeans but I couldn’t jerk off in a motel parking lot. I walked into the motel lobby and I asked the woman if either Room 6 or Room 10 were available. I paid for the room and got the key to Room 10.

  When I got into the room, I stayed silent for a moment and listened. Sure enough, I could hear the action going on in the room next to me. The walls must have been paper thin because I could hear the action better than I could standing outside of their door. I quickly stripped off my clothes, jumped on the bed, and listened with my head near the wall as I stroked my six inch schlong. I could hear the bedsprings squeaking as Javorius pounded my wife relentlessly with his huge black cock.

  “Oh God, Javorius,” my wife cooed, “it feels so good getting filled with a real cock.”

  “Your pussy is tight,” he replied. “You’re so wet but it feels like a vice. A honey-covered vice.”

  “You’re so much bigger than my husband,” she said breathlessly. “It feels so good, so good, baby.” She began moaning then loudly groaning, and I knew from the sounds that she was orgasming.

  The squeaking stopped for a moment, then it started again but sounded differently and not as fast.

  “Oh, yes,” my wife said. I heard the sound of slap. “Spank my white ass. I’m a bad girl. Fuck me like a dog and spank that ass!”

  “God, bitch,” Javorius said. “You’re so tight. So much tighter than my wife. And you take it all. My wife can’t take it all, even in doggy.” I could hear the sounds of their bodies slapping and the occasional spank on my wife’s ass.

  “I can feel the head hitting my cervix right as your balls slap against me,” Bree said. “I fucking love it. I fucking love your black cock.” I heard my wife groaning again as she orgasmed.

  I’d been trying to hold out for as long as possible but I couldn’t contain my excitement any longer. My penis squirted, splashing against the motel wall. I quickly got dressed and checked out of the room.

  A couple months later, my wife told me that she was pregnant. I thought that was a little strange because we always use condoms and I hadn’t had one sli
p off or break in over a year. I wondered whether Javorius might be the father. Bree doesn’t seem worried, though, so who knows. For now, I’m excited that my wife and I will soon be having our first baby, and I get turned on thinking about her giving birth to her black lover’s baby!

  MY WIFE IS GETTING BAREBACKED

  BY HER BLACK BOSS!

  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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  On day I went to the office to surprise my wife with some flowers. We’d been fighting a lot in recent weeks – she wants another baby and I think one is enough – and Sarah always likes flowers, so I picked up a nice bouquet. The receptionist seemed a little nervous when I arrived, and she told me that my wife was at lunch for the next few hours but I could leave the flowers with her. I thanked her for her offer but I decided to drop them off on her desk myself so that I could leave her a note.

  When I reached her cubicle, her coworker Mike leaned out of his cubicle with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Nice flowers. Looking for Sarah, eh?”

  I nodded. “Betty told me that she’s out to lunch.”

  “Oh, I’m sure she’s eating something,” he said, grinning. He looked up and down the hallway to make sure nobody was around. “You didn’t hear it from me,” he whispered, “but she’s down in Rondae’s office.”

  Rondae was the company’s vice-president of sales. My wife, a junior sales associate, always talked adoringly about him. “Ron,” as my wife called him, had taken quite an interest in Sarah and was mentoring her in sales. He was easily the most successful salesperson in the company, so he was a great person to learn from. Sarah had also told me that Ron had been hitting on her for months. Although she found him to be an incredibly handsome and sexy black guy, and she confessed that she’d definitely have dated him if she’d met him when she was single, she was now a married woman and wouldn’t cheat on her vows.

  I walked down to Rondae’s office. The door was closed. I quietly tried the door handle but it was locked. I walked around to the side window. The shade was pulled down but there was a good inch of window that wasn’t covered by it, and I leaned in to take a peek.

  My wife was standing there with her boss next to his desk. He was wearing a dress shirt and tie, and his pants were down around his ankles. My wife was fully dressed, wearing a red blouse and black miniskirt with white stockings, on her knees and sucking on her boss’s cock. Despite what they say about black guys, his cock looked only about seven inches long and decently thick, nothing like I’d been expecting. Sarah was deep throating him, and tugging his shaft gently but firmly between sucks. Rondae’s head was tilted back, his mouth open, moaning as my wife pleasured him with her sweet mouth.

  “That’s right, baby,” he said. “Suck my black cock, baby.” He reached down and held her hair back, keeping it away from her mouth. Whenever Sarah pulled her head away for a breath, long thick strands of saliva dripped down between her smiling lips and his cock.

  After a good five minutes of head, he pulled Sarah to her feet, then grabbed her hips and turned her around and bent her over the desk.

  “Fuck me, Ron,” she said. “I need to feel you inside of me.”

  He looked toward the door, making sure that nobody was looking. Then he pulled up my wife’s skirt, pulled her red panties down to her ankles, then slipped his cock inside of her. He held her hips as he pounded his cock rapidly inside of her cunt. I could hear the slurping sounds that her grateful cunt made as his black serpent spread about her vaginal walls.

  “Oh, God, baby, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna… Aargh!” I saw his hands tighten his grip on my wife’s hips. Sarah looked back toward him, a look of panic on her face. Rondae’s body tensed up as he pressed balls deep inside of my wife’s cunt. I could see the base of his shaft jerking, his testicles twitching, as he blasted her white cunt with his seed.

  “You promised to pull out!” Sarah said. “I’m trying to get pregnant by my husband. I went off the pill two weeks ago!”

  Rondae wiped his forehead with his shirt sleeve, then slowly withdrew his spent weapon from my wife’s tight pussy. When the head slipped out, I could see that it was coated in white slime. Globs of semen spilled out of her overflowing orifice. Sarah turned around and pulled her panties back up and lowered her skirt, but the deed was done. Her vagina was thoroughly coated with his black boss’s baby batter, and millions of his sperm were swimming their way toward her defenseless egg.

  I walked away from the office, dropped the flowers on her chair, and ran out of the building. I didn’t tell my wife what I saw that day. That was three weeks ago. She seems worried and distracted, in part because her period is late. Her period has come late before, so it doesn’t necessarily mean anything. Right now she’s in the bathroom taking a pregnancy test. We haven’t had sex in over a month, so if she’s pregnant she’s going to have some serious explaining to do!

  OPEN TO NEW EXPERIENCES

  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’m a 32 year old wife and mother by the name of Zoe. I have a friend who has been in the lifestyle for years and she convinced me to try it almost six years ago. I have never looked back. She said her hubby really got into her doing other guys. When they started out, she stayed on the pill but made him use a condom. She convinced me to talk to my husband Luke about allowing me to have other lovers.

  To make a long story short after a couple of months of discussions (after all we do both love each other and had had two kids together) we decided I would find a lover but keep hubby in the know as to who, what and when. We didn't want any more kids so I, too, went on the pill and put hubby in condoms. It was rocky at first with the jealousy bug raising its head occasionally. Most of the time I would satisfy hubby before I went out – usually manually, but occasionally orally – just to keep him from asserting his possessive hubby role too much. When I'd get home he'd be waiting for me, we'd talk about the evening and he'd check me out "down there" and usually take care of me orally – that night was not for penetration for him. As we became more comfortable with my escapades, I would go out sometimes twice a week and hubby and I would make love about once a week with him safely wrapped in a spermicide-lubricated Trojan.

  Then the inevitable happened. I met a sexy black guy named Leander, married with two kids, loved his wife. We became a thing. He was handsome, sexy, very sexual and an amazing lover, with the equipment to go along with it. I loved feeling of fullness I got from his thick cock, and the orgasms he provided were the strongest I’d ever experienced. Hubby didn't know how much Leander and I did together, inside the bedroom and outside. Hubby and I still had sex every week or so, always with condoms. My black lover wanted me off the pill, though. I secret
ly went a doctor and got fitted for a diaphragm and got off the pill. I kept refilling the 3 month supply of pills so hubby would think I was still totally safe but for my black lover and me, there was only that rubber cap and creme. Soon we started skipping the creme when I was supposedly safe since it tasted bad---then we did away with it all together. Finally in a fit of passion one evening, we went all the way ---without my diaphragm. As luck would have it, I got pregnant and when I told hubby about it he was excited and not angry. We kept the baby, a girl, and 6 months after her birth when Leander was transferred, she became Hubby's and mine for sure. I insisted hubby use condoms every time throughout the pregnancy, too.

  After our daughter's birth, we had serious conversations about having any more babies with me being totally against another pregnancy and him sort of liking the idea of another guy filling me. Time came for me to start playing and I got back on the pill. Hubby wasn't allowed to touch me without a condom and then only about once every ten days to two weeks – the rest of the time it was the old manual up and down for him and the most delicious oral for me. He kept pushing me to get a steady again but for a while I played the field, enjoying my new found freedom without the worry of pregnancy.

  About a year later, my friend who started all this was talking to me. I learned that she and her hubby were still using condoms, but her hubby thought that her boyfriends were using condoms, too. Since she and hubby were swingers occasionally, they had had several affairs with both of them in the same room at the same time, and on those occasions she always played safe. She had done the usual putting him in her routine, and he had done the same for her – they had each gotten used to putting the condom on the guy. I promptly told my hubby but he was not at all interested in trying another woman. He did, however, want to try “prepping the lover” as he called it.