MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  “Honey, I know you’re proud but you’re unemployed. It’s been months now. We’re running out of money and time. We have children to support.” She ran a hand down my chest and pouted her lips. “Just until you find work.”

  I had mixed feelings about the whole thing. I’d always had a fantasy about my wife having sex with other men, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted her doing it in real life. Still, I’d been out of work for quite some time and unemployment compensation wasn’t enough to cover the bills. If what she was reading was true, she could make over $100,000 a year at the brothel. Reluctantly, I agreed.

  Steph flew out to Nevada and moved into an apartment with a couple other girls who worked at the brothel. She spent most of her time there, but she flew back home to visit me and the kids every other weekend. The money she was making made it all worthwhile. She was getting fucked by anywhere from two to ten guys a day, sometimes more. Some of them only wanted a blowjob or a toy show. Some of them just wanted a girl to talk to. But the vast majority of them wanted intercourse. She claimed that they always used condoms, though.

  One weekend I decided to surprise her. I left the kids with their grandparents, flew in to Las Vegas and drove out the brothel. When I arrived and told them who I was, I got to meet Carol, the owner. She’s in her sixties and looks like a trucker with a gravelly voice, but she was very nice and spoke highly of my wife. She said that Stephanie was one of their more popular girls. She asked if I wanted to watch. Of course, I said yes. She brought me into the back room where there was a guy sitting in a chair in front of a bunch of monitors, watching the action in all the rooms.

  “The safety of our girls is critical to us,” Carol said. “She in there right now.” She pointed at a screen. Sure enough, there was my wife, wearing nothing but a red bra and panties, sitting on the bed with a middle-aged, dark-skinned black guy in a pair of shorts. The guy wasn’t in great shape and he had a large gut. “That’s Maurice. He’s totally in love with your wife. He’s a suitor.”

  “What’s a suitor?” I asked.

  “It’s a rich guy who spends a lot of money on her, courting her. Jewelry, perfume, money. He wants to be her only man. Of course, the girls have a lot of suitors.” She told the guy in the chair to put my wife’s room on the big screen, and he complied.

  Maurice was kissing my wife’s neck. Her eyes were closed, her head craned as she received his kisses. His hands were roaming all over her back.

  “Turn it up,” Carol said.

  “I love your cock, Maury,” my wife said in a sultry voice, reaching into his shorts and playing with his cock. I couldn’t believe how clearly we could hear everything. They must have had a microphone right over the bed. “I love big cocks. It feels so good inside of my pussy.”

  “Yes, she does,” Carol said with a laugh, looking at the screen. Then she turned to me. “Stephanie said she’d never had a large cock before. Now that she’s been with a lot of guys, she knows what she’s been missing.”

  I looked back at the screen. Stephanie was using her mouth and hands to roll a condom onto the guy’s cock. It was enormous. It had to be nearly a foot long and thick as a beer can.

  “God damn,” I said. “I don’t think an average cock will satisfy her anymore.”

  Carol smirked. “I doubt a small-to-average cock ever did. But once a woman has babies, her pussy expands. She really needs a larger cock at that point just to feel much of anything.”

  Stephanie was on her hand and knees. Maurice had her ass cheeks in his hands. He gave her a playful spank, then guided his cock inside of her. “Ooohhh,” Steph groaned, her face melting with pleasure as he worked his cock inside of her, stroke after stroke. Finally he was deep inside of her and she was moaning like crazy, her breasts bouncing back and forth as her body rocked with each thrust. I saw her slip her hand beneath her, reaching between her legs. She’d never done it with me but I knew she was diddling her clit. “Oh God, I’m cumming!” Her voice quavered as she rode out the orgasm.

  Maurice slapped her ass and said, “on your back.” My wife complied and laid down, spreading her legs. Her black lover moved on top of her, his huge belly resting against her stomach. As he began fucking her, he leaned down and they began to kiss violently.

  “She really loves that,” Carol said. “Not only does he have a decent cock, but she said his belly rubs against her clit just the right way.”

  Sure enough, as Maurice thundered his black cock relentlessly inside of my wife’s cunt, she called out orgasm after orgasm. I knew she wasn’t faking it because her legs dropped down to the mattress each time and she pushed up her groin against him, which I knew from experience is a sure sign that she’s cumming.

  “Damn, bitch,” Maurice said. “Damn, fuck, I’m cumming!” His thick black cheeks clenched and I saw his testicles ride up and twitch as he climaxed inside of her. Finally he rolled off of her and they kissed.

  After they were done, Stephanie put on a red robe and walked Maurice out of the building. When she got to the front and saw me, her eyes lit up. “Danny!” She threw her arms around me and we kissed. “This is such a surprise!”

  She showed me around the bar and the front of the brothel, but she had to get back to work. The next guy who came in was a tall, muscular black guy. Carol told me that he was a professional basketball player and he also has a huge cock. I asked her if I could watch but she said no, it was a one-time deal and she wouldn’t want it to interfere with Stephanie’s work. I left the brothel and saw her late that night after her shift ended.

  Luckily, I was able to land a decent job just a few months later. Although it was against the rules, Stephanie managed to maintain her business on the sly. Maurice and a handful of her other regulars fly out to our house and spend some alone time with her. She charges the same amount but the guys are happy because now that she’s working for herself, they don’t need to use condoms anymore. A few of the regulars have told their friends about her, and now her business is growing. I’m tempted to install a camera and microphone in our bedroom so that I can watch her getting fucked by her clients, just like I did back at the brothel!

  MY BLACK PERSONAL TRAINER

  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 Olivia. I’m a twenty-seven year old married mother of two children. I have a wonderful marriage, but after having the kids my sex drive kind of waned. Part of it was that I had put on some extra forty pounds after the kids were born and I hadn’t managed to get rid of it. My husband Luke suggested that we get memberships at the gym. When we signed up, one of the team members there suggested that I might want to hire a personal trainer to help me learn the exercises. It sounded like a good idea so I went ahead and did it.

  When I showed up at my first appointment, I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was the handsomest, sexiest man that I had ever seen. He introduced himself as Darryl. He had bright white teeth and dark black skin. He was wearing a pair of shorts and a crop top t-shirt that showed off his perfect stomach, as well as some of his tattoos. He could clearly tell that I was attracted to him, but we kept the conversation professional. He showed me how to use the various pieces of equipment and how to make the proper movements when exercising. Sometimes he would place his hands on my hips to show me a movement and lean in close against my body. Many times I would get wet from his scent and his
touch.

  Over a period of a few months, I lost all of the weight. Actually, my weight wasn’t all the way down but I had added a lot of muscle and tone, and I was in the best shape of my life. I was feeling sexy again. I started having sex more frequently with Luke but the chemistry between me and Darryl was undeniable, and I often fantasized about having sex with Darryl when I was with Luke.

  One day, when I was about to leave the gym after having a shower, Darryl approached me. He told me that he was totally attracted to me. He understood that I was married, but he wanted us to be lovers. I told him that I wouldn’t want anybody to know but I was totally attracted to him as well. I phoned Jake to tell him that I would be home a little late, then I got in my car and followed Darryl over to his apartment.

  When we reached his house, Darryl asked me if a I wanted a drink. I was so excited to be with Darryl, but also nervous about what was happening, that I asked for a double shot of tequila with lime. He sipped on some Hennessy while I drank my tequila, and soon I had a nice buzz going. We went to his bedroom, which was surprisingly clean for a bachelor. He leaned in and began kissing me. I felt his hands roam over my ass and across my thighs, then up my back. I hugged him close to me, inhaling his manly scent and spicy cologne. I could feel the bulge in his shorts pressing against me and I could tell that he was well-hung. I grabbed his shorts on either side, pulled them down, and freed his black cock. It was truly a monster, easily eight or nine inches long, veiny and incredibly thick, already semi-erect and growing, pointing menacingly at me. I gently placed my hands on it, like I was touching a valuable piece of art. It felt warm and inviting, velvety on the outside and hardened steel inside.

  I kneeled down before this black Adonis, as if to worship him, and I lowered my mouth onto his head. I seldom did this with my husband, as it didn’t seem like something a nice married woman would do, but with Darryl I felt sexy and free. I began swirling my tongue around the cockhead, and turning my head just a bit as I did to create a corkscrew effect. Darryl placed his hands on my head, pushing me every so slightly, encouraging me to take more and more. I could only take so much, though, so I used one hand to jerk his shaft and the other to massage his ball sack as I continued to suck the head.

  Suddenly, I heard Darryl growl and pull my head firmly against him. With one hand on his testicles, I could feel them jerking as his mighty black shaft twitched in my mouth, firing rope after rope of slick, sticky cream into my mouth. I kept massaging his nuts and rapidly licking the underside of his cockhead as he finished firing his seed. I looked into his eyes, smiling as I licked my lips, then swallowed all his load.

  “Lay back on the bed,” Darryl instructed. I quickly obeyed, my legs splayed on the bed. He gave a quick couple of licks to my pussy then moved up, aiming his still-hard black monster right at my most vulnerable place. Then, like a burglar breaking through a window, he pushed his weapon deep inside of me. He was so much thicker than my husband, it was no contest, and I felt the most amazing pleasure. With each thrust he was pushing deeper, relentless pressing into my cunt. Just then it occurred to me that I should have asked him to use a condom. My husband Jake had a vasectomy after our second child was born, so I wasn’t using any birth control. But that flicker of concern was killed by his amazing cock and the sensations it was giving me. It was stimulating my g-spot and parts of my pussy that had never been touched. In less than a minute, I was already starting to orgasm.

  Darryl switched into cowgirl and then doggy style. In each position he was hitting different places. I realized that this wasn’t just better than the sex I had with my husband, it was an entirely different experience. Darryl’s black skin against my white body was incredibly erotic, and was no doubt part of the reason that he was able to put me through a series of orgasms.

  Back in the missionary position, Darryl leaned in and began kissing me. He was an amazing kisser, and his thick cock had me totally filled, pistoning in and out, forcing himself relentlessly inside of me. Then he grimaced, grunted, and arched his back as he shot millions of sperm up inside of my unprotected cunt.

  When I got home, I eagerly had sex with my husband. When he slipped his little white penis inside of me, he commented that I seemed wetter than usual and he said my pussy felt a little loose. But he was happy that I seemed so excited and he said it was the best sex in years. The next morning I called my doctor so that I can start taking the Pill again. I would recommend a personal trainer for every married woman out there. Darryl hasn’t just helped me lose weight, he has helped jump start my sex life!

  HER BLACK SKI INSTRUCTOR

  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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  This year, my wife Ava and I decided to take a week’s vacation at a ski resort. I’m not the world’s best skier but I’ve been doing it since I was a teenager. My wife had never skied before but she was eager to learn. The resort is known for having great ski instructors, so we figured we’d give it a try. We signed her up for a day of classes.

  I was about to head to the lift when Ava met with her ski instructor. When I saw the guy who would be teaching her, he wasn’t at all what I was expecting. He was a tall, muscular black man covered in tattoos, and he said his name was Ray-Ray. Although he was totally professional, I could tell from the way he looked at my wife that he was attracted to her. Frankly, that didn’t surprise me at all. Ava is quite an attractive woman. She doesn’t have large breasts but she has a trim, athletic body, a pretty face, and long curly black hair down to her shoulders. What did surprise me is that Ava seemed every bit as attracted to him, even flirting with him. In the past, she’d always claimed that she wasn’t attracted to black guys.

  I tried to focus on skiing, but while I was riding up the mountain or standing at the bottom, I couldn’t help but cast a glance over at the bunny hills. I saw Ray-Ray standing behind her, holding her body against his as he showed her how to stand. She was smiling, clearly enjoying his attention. When they would ride up the hill, he would stand right against her, talking as they held the rope. Later I saw them sitting together inside the resort sipping on cocoa.

  Ava and I met up for dinner. She told me that she had a great time, but she seemed distracted. Later on that night, in bed, I learned what was going on.

  “Aiden,” she said, “how would you feel about it if I spent some time with Ray-Ray?”

  “You already have been,” I said.

  “No, I mean…” She ran a hand up my chest. “I find Ray-Ray incredibly attractive and he likes me, too. You always like to read those stories about wives having sex with other guys, so I was wondering if it would be alright with you if I spent the night with Ray-Ray.”

  I was shocked. I hadn’t been expecting that at all. But we talked about it and we agreed that she could sleep with Ray-Ray during our time at the resort. She agreed that her time with him wouldn’t keep her from making love with me. And since we use condoms for birth control, I asked her to use condoms with him.

  She hesitated. “I mentioned condoms to him and he said that he never uses them. And his cock is pretty big. Your Trojans wouldn’t even fit on him. He said he’s been tested and he’s clean.”

  “But you’re not on the Pill,” I said. “What about pregnancy?”

  “Don’t worry,” she replied. “I’ll ask him to pull out.”

  That night, we had some of th
e hottest sex of our married lives. Ava was wetter than I’d ever felt her before. I normally would coat the condom with lube before penetrating her, but we didn’t have any need for artificial lubrication that night. I’m sure that we were both fantasizing about her getting magnificently fucked by her bad boy black lover. Ava came twice before I ejaculated into the condom.

  The next morning, just as we were getting out of bed, Ava got a text from Ray-Ray. He wanted her to stop by his room for mimosas before breakfast. When she told me, I could tell by her tone that she was asking me if it would be okay if I got breakfast alone. I told her it was fine – I would ski while she spent some time with Ray-Ray. She got a quick shower, put on a sexy see-through bra and panties, then threw on her jeans and a blouse and left.

  I didn’t see the two of them at all that morning. At one point I called her cell phone but she didn’t respond. Just before noon, I decided to go back to our room to change and head out to lunch. When I got to the room, there was a “DO NOT DISTURB” sign hanging on the door handle. Through the door, I could hear a little giggling.

  “Yeah, bitch, I like that,” Ray-Ray said, moaning. I could distinctly hear slurping sounds. “I like how you do that with your tongue. Your husband must like that.”

  “I seldom give him blowjobs,” Ava said. Then the sucking sounds and her Ray-Ray’s moaning resumed.

  “All right, that’s enough,” Ray-Ray said. “Bend over on the bed.”

  I looked around to make sure nobody saw that I was listening, then put my ear against the door. I could hear the bed squeaking and my wife moaning.

  “It feels so fucking good, Ray-Ray. Your cock is so fucking big.”

  “Is it better than fucking your husband?”

  “Oh, it feels so much better,” she said, groaning. I could hear his body slapping against her ass. “I can barely feel his little dick inside of me. Your cock is just perfect, baby. It really fills me up. I’m so fucking wet for you.”