MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  “I love your tight white cunt. You’re so fucking tight.” He was fucking Ava faster now, and his breath was getting faster and harder. “I’m fucking close.”

  “Do it, Ray-Ray,” my wife pleaded. “Shoot your cum inside of me. I want to feel that big black cock blasting off inside of me.”

  “Unnnghhh,” he groaned loudly. Ava was moaning loudly as he grunted, no doubt firing rope after rope of semen deep inside my wife’s vagina. I could hear him breathing loudly. Then he started laughing. “Shit, bitch, I really filled your cunt up. When I pulled out, a ton of cum rolled out and it’s still dribbling down your legs.”

  “Really?” she said. “Shit, it’s getting all over the bed. Can you grab a towel from the bathroom?”

  At that point, I decided to leave them alone and go back to skiing. I finally met up with Ava for dinner. She had a contented, well-fucked look on her face. She said that Ray-Ray had fucked her three times that day and he wanted her to spend the night with her. I reminded her that she wasn’t supposed to neglect me. She said she wouldn’t but asked if it would be okay for tonight. Reluctantly, I agreed.

  She kept her word. I made love to Ava every day for the remainder of our vacation. In addition to her time with me, she was fucking Ray-Ray three or four times a day. I never brought up what I’d heard outside of our room, and she never mentioned that she was allowing him to shoot his cum inside of her. But the thought of her getting fucked by her well-hung athletic black lover drove me crazy, and I would only last a few minutes before my balls would explode violently, filling the condom’s reservoir.

  We’ve been home a few weeks now and we’re both totally satisfied with our vacation at the ski resort. We have memories that will last us a lifetime. Ava learned how to ski and she also learned the pleasures of interracial sex. One development is that Ava’s period is a couple of weeks late. I know that she would never have an abortion, and she’s worried what people will think if she gives birth to a black baby. Personally I’m very worried but excited about the possibility, and I can’t keep my hands off of her!

  THE BLACK PAINTER

  BAREBACKED 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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  A couple of weeks ago, my wife Madelyn finally convinced me that we needed to repaint the downstairs rooms in our house. She called a local painter who was recommended by a friend of hers. When the guy arrived, I was a little surprised. The guy was a tall, dark-skinned black guy named Darnell. He was very professional as he explained everything to my wife, but I could tell that she was attracted to him. I have to admit that the guy was handsome and well-built with broad shoulders. He was wearing overalls splattered with paint, but he didn’t have a shirt on underneath, showing off his incredible physique. He said it would cost $1500 to do the two rooms.

  “What do you think, Jackson?” she asked. I told her that the price seemed a little high and maybe we should get a second quote.

  “The price is fine,” she said. “You get what you pay for. Cheyenne says he’s talented and did a great job in her bedroom.” Her friend Cheyenne was single and had a thing for black guys. I wondered whether Shy was talking about his painting skills or his sexual talents. Still, I agreed that if she wanted to hire Darnell, it would be fine with me. He was going to get the job done that week starting Monday. Since my wife works from home, she would supervise him.

  On Monday morning, I noticed that my wife put on a sexy set of bra and panties and dabbed her neck with perfume. When I was leaving the neighborhood on the way to work, I saw Darnell driving his truck into our neighborhood. I decided that I should probably stick around and watch to see what was going on. I picked up my cell phone, called in sick to work, and I drove around town for a half hour. Then I returned back to our neighborhood. I parked a few doors down and walked up to the back door of the house. Up in our bedroom window upstairs, I could hear voices and see some shadows.

  I sneaked up the stairs and walked to our bedroom door. The door was open just a crack and I looked inside. Madelyn was standing right next to Darnell. He wasn’t wearing his overalls this time, just a nice button-up shirt and jeans. My wife’s shirt was off but she still had on her red bra and blue jeans. Darnell was still fully clothed, and they were embracing.

  “I’ve always had a thing for white bitches,” he said.

  “Cheyenne gave you a very good review. She said you have a big cock and you know how to use it.”

  “Yeah,” he said, nodding. “I love you married white bitches.” He reached down, unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped them.

  “You prefer married women?” My wife asked as she shimmied out of her jeans, exposing her see-through red panties.

  “Definitely,” he said, running his hands all up and down her body. “So I don’t need to worry about birth control.”

  Madelyn unbuttoned his shirt and took it off him. Then she unbuckled his belt, unzipped him and pulled down his pants. He was wearing white briefs with a massive bulge in the front. My wife’s eyes grew large when she saw it.

  “Damn, Shy wasn’t exaggerating. You got a huge one!” She grasped his waistband, pulled down his briefs and freed his cock. It was at least eight inches long and as thick as a beer bottle. “God, I love it!” She pumped the base with her hand and lowered her mouth onto his cockhead. My wife is an incredible cocksucker and I knew she was flittering her tongue all over his cockhead. He seemed to like it, running a hand through her hair and moaning as she fellated him.

  “Lay down, baby,” he said. They laid down together and they were kissing with him on top of her. Her dainty white hands were around his powerful broad shoulders, and her legs were wrapped around his waist. His cock wasn’t inside of her, but was against her clit and stomach and he was dry humping her. This went on for a minute, then he leaned back and lined up his cock with her entrance. He spit down onto his cockhead to wet it, rubbed it against her slit and then pressed inside.

  “Damn, Darnell,” she said, her breath halting and her eyes wide. “Take it slow. You’re so big.” She exhaled deeply. “Son of a bitch! I’ve never felt so full!”

  “I liked your tight white cunt,” he said, pounded her hard. Madelyn was groaning as he pounded her hard. “Fuckin’ your white pussy.”

  “Oooohhh,” my wife moaned, nearly crying. “It feels so good!” She slipped a hand between her legs and diddled her clit with a circular motion. “Oh, Darnell, I’m cumming!” He got her off three times before he finally lost control. Darnell arched his back and groaned. I could see his balls ride up, his taint and sack pumping repeatedly as his cock filled my wife’s cunt with his seed. My wife was smiling widely as she began kissing him passionately in a post-coital embrace.

  I sneaked back out of the house, got in my car and drove around town until it was time to come home. When I arrived, Madelyn greeted me with a big smile, a bounce in her step, and a contented look to her. She pointed out what a great paint job Darnell had done. I asked her if he was as good as Cheyenne had suggested. She gave me a strange look, blushed, and said with a smile, “even better!”

  GOING BLACK AT HER CLASS REUNION

  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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  “It’s going to be so much fun, Mason,” my wife Emily said, putting in her earrings. “I can’t wait to see everybody again.” She was so excited to go to her ten year high school class reunion. At twenty-eight years old she still had her girlish figure, despite having given birth to two children. And she had a great job, too, working as a registered nurse at a nearby hospital.

  “Have fun, honey,” I said. “I wish I could go with you.” We had been planning on going together to the reunion. We secured a nice room at a hotel in the city where a number of her old classmates would be staying, both for Friday, the night of the reunion, and for Saturday as well. However, our daughter said she felt sick so I had to stay at home with the kids for the weekend.

  The only thing that had me a little concerned was that Tyrone was going to be there. There had always been a strong attraction and a lot of flirting between the two of them, but her parents wouldn’t allow them to date. Emily had once confessed to me that one of her biggest regrets was that she had never slept with Tyrone when she had the chance.

  While she was in the bathroom getting dressed, I checked her toiletry bag. I was shocked to see that she had packed her diaphragm for the weekend. She was going to be ovulating that weekend and she uses it for birth control. Then I realized that she might have packed it a couple of days ago when she thought I was going with her. Just to make sure she wouldn’t cheat, I secretly removed her diaphragm case from her toiletry bag and placed it back in her dresser drawer.

  She got in the car and drove out to the city. While she was gone, I made dinner for the kids and I was wondering what was going on with her. Finally, long after the kids were asleep, just before 11 at night, she gave me a call.

  “Hi, honey, I miss you!” She was slurring her words and she’d obviously had a lot to drink. “I’m having a great time here. I got to catch up with a bunch of old friends.”

  I heard some female voices in the background and they were giggling. I could make out one of them saying, “Did you tell him about Tyrone?” So I figured I would ask about him.

  “What about Tyrone?” I asked. “Did you see him?”

  “Yes, he’s here. He’s looking reeaallyy good, too. He’s single and he was asking if I could stop by his room tonight.” Then she just paused.

  “Okay,” I said. “And what did you tell him?”

  “I told him that I’m a married woman and I really shouldn’t unless my husband says it’s okay.” Another pause.

  “So you’re asking me if you can sleep with Tyrone?”

  “No, I wasn’t. Are you saying that you’d be okay with it?”

  I paused for a moment and thought about it. Although I was jealous at the idea, I also thought it was a huge turn on. “It’s up to you, honey.”

  “Really, honey? You’ll let me spend some time with Tyrone?”

  “Yeah, you can party with him. I really wish I was there to watch it. But it’s your reunion. What happens at the reunion stays at the reunion.”

  “Oh, goody! Thank you so much, honey. You’re the best husband in the whole world!” I heard female voices talking to her and more giggling. “I have to go, honey. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”

  When she hung up, I realized that she was going to have sex with Tyrone. I realized that I’d forgotten to mention condoms and that I’d slipped her diaphragm out of her toiletry bag. I thought about calling her back but then I realized that I should just let it go. It was her reunion.

  About half an hour later, I got a call from Emily. I answered the phone. She had obviously pocket dialed me because she wasn’t there but I could hear what was going on.

  “I’ve been waiting for over ten years for this,” Emily said.

  “Me, too,” he said, his voice deep and black. I could hear the sounds of clothing moving around, as well as kissing.

  “I can’t wait to take your cock in my mouth,” she said. “Oh, my God!”

  “You like that?”

  “Your cock is huge! It looks like ten inches long and it’s incredibly thick. It’s almost as thick as a coke can. And your skin is so black and muscular. You have a perfect body. You must spend all your time in the gym.”

  At that point, I realized that she hadn’t pocked dialed me. She was describing everything in detail for my pleasure, and I appreciated it.

  “Yeah, you like that black cock?”

  “Mmmm, let me suck on it.” In between the sounds of her sucking, she was very vocal in describing what was happening. She mentioned how hard it was to take such a big cock down her throat, but she kept trying.

  Tyrone fucked her in doggy style, cowgirl, and then missionary. Emily described how amazing it felt to feel such a thick cock in her pussy, and how much better it felt than my tiny cock. Honestly, my five inch penis is probably pretty average, but I found her words to be hot. She was moaning and groaning loudly, and four times she announced that she was orgasming. Finally, in the missionary position, Tyrone blasted her with his seed. She described how she could feel his cock getting even larger just before he came, his cock twitching as he filled her, and his sperm squirting inside of her and dripping out of her snatch.

  Tyrone said, “I love you, Emily. I’ve always loved you.”

  “I love you, too, Ty,” she said. Then the call disconnected.

  Emily called me the next night. She informed me that she’d had sex with Tyrone three times already that day and she was going to stay the night with him again. It was easily the best sex she’d ever had, she said, and Tyrone’s cock felt much better than mine. Not only was he able to get her off more times, but the orgasms were far stronger. Although it felt a little painful to hear that, I appreciated hearing the truth and knowing that she was having a good time. They continued having sex until late Sunday when she returned home. After we put the kids to sleep, we went to bed. She pulled out her diaphragm case from the dresser, inserted it, and we made love. Her body was tired and her pussy was loose and slick with Tyrone’s juices, but she told me some of the dirty details from her time with Tyrone while I rode her and added my own deposit to her well-used cunt.

  Emily said that Tyrone only lives a couple of hours away and she would like to see him regularly. We’re still trying to work out the details but we both think it would be a great way to spice up our sex life. It certainly has so far!

  BLACK ON VACATION WITH ME

  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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  Over the winter, my wife Isabella and I took a vacation at an all-inclusive resort in the Caribbean. Having everything paid for seemed like the perfect get-away, so we could just spend the whole time sipping on cocktails and hanging out. Her parents had agreed to take the kids for the week, so it was just the two of us.

  It started off great, relaxing in the pools and having a great time. But on the second day, my wife went to get a massage in the spa while I sat b
y the pool drinking Mai Tai’s. She was supposed to return in an hour and a half, and after a few hours I started to get worried. I finally got up and went toward the spa to try and find her. On the way, I passed one of the bars and out of the corner of my eye I saw Bella sitting there with a handsome black guy. He had dark black skin, long hair in cornrows, and a very muscular body that was on display because he was wearing only a pair of shorts, mirrored sunglasses and flip-flops. Their conversation seemed rather flirty to me, and I could tell by the way she was sitting that she was attracted to him.

  I walked over to them. When Bella saw me, she seemed surprised. “Hi honey. Jorell, this is my husband Connor. Connor, this is my masseuse, Jorell.”

  Jorell stood up, towering over me by nearly half a foot, and he gave me a firm handshake while giving a broad grin. “You are lucky man,” he said in a thick accent. “You have beautiful wife.” I thank him. Then Jorell excused himself to get back to work and I sat down next to my wife at the bar and ordered a drink.

  “Jorell is a great masseuse,” she said. I could tell that she was pretty drunk. “He’s amazing with his hands.”

  “I’ll bet he is.”

  “What do you mean by that?”

  “I can see the way you look at him. You want to try his big black cock.”

  “He’s very sexy, that’s true. But I wouldn’t cheat on you, honey.” She put a hand on my crotch. “I wouldn’t do anything that you didn’t approve of.”

  I thought that was a little strange wording. As we talked, I learned that Jorell shared with Bella that he enjoys sleeping with white women. They come to the island looking for some exotic romance and he’s happy to help them. Supposedly some of the husbands allow their wives to have sex with other guys while they’re away on vacation. “Can you believe that, honey?” She ran her hand up my inner thigh. “That some husbands allow their wives the chance to sleep with a handsome Caribbean guy?”

  As I sipped on my drink, my penis was pressing hard against my shorts, creating a bulge. “Does that turn you on? Do you like the idea of me sleeping with Jorell?”