MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  “It sounds very hot,” I said. “But you’re not on birth control.” After the birth of our first child, Bella stopped using the Pill. We had been using condoms while deciding whether and when to have another child.

  “He’d have to use a rubber, of course.” She started to play with my penis through my shorts. “So you’re okay with it as long he uses protection?”

  I agreed. She said that Jorell had invited her to his room tonight, and she told him that she’d need to get permission first. While I had dinner and listened to live music on the beach, she would have a little sexy time with Jorell. She promised to come out to the beach and join me after they were done.

  I sat out on the beach and had some appetizers, but the whole time I couldn’t help but think about my wife getting fucked by her black lover. My penis was hard and I had to waistband it to prevent everyone else from seeing it. Eventually I decided that I would head back to our room and jerk off.

  We had a suite, so we were sharing a bathroom with the room next to us. I locked both doors, opened up a little bottle of complimentary conditioner, and began to stroke my five inches of hard steel, picturing Bella getting plowed by her black lover. I was pretty close to cumming when I heard some voices in the hallway, the metal lock on our door turning, and people walking in.

  Quickly, I looked at both door handles to make sure they were locked, then I turned off the light and stood still, holding my breath. The crack at the bottom of the door was more than an inch high, and I could see the shadows from their feet.

  “See, he’s not here.” It was Bella’s voice. “He’s having dinner out on the beach.”

  “Okay,” Jorell said. “We put out de sign on de door.”

  “Oh, the ‘do not disturb’ sign? Let me get it.” A moment later, I heard the door open, then close and the loud locking mechanism click. “All right, we’re all alone now!”

  I could hear the two of them kissing. “Mmmm,” my wife moaned. “Your shoulders are so broad. Your body is so muscular.”

  “You are beautiful,” he replied. I heard more kissing, then the sound of a zipper going down.

  “Oh, my goodness!” Bella gasped, then giggled. “It’s even bigger than I thought! Shit! It’s twice as long as his little peashooter!”

  “It’s de black man’s cock,” he said.

  “God, I can barely fit my hand around it, it’s so thick! I don’t know if I can take all of this.” Then I heard sucking sounds and Jorell began to groan softly. My wife giggled. “Even your balls are huge. God damn!”

  I was incredibly aroused at the sounds I was hearing, and my penis had never been harder. Suddenly I remembered that there was a full-length mirror on the back of the room door. If I could open the bathroom door just a crack, I could probably get a view of the action. But I was afraid of getting caught, so I just listened and tried to very quietly and slowly stroke my penis.

  “Here’s a rubber,” Bella said. “I use them with my husband. You can use one if you want.”

  He laughed. “De cock is too beeg for dat.”

  “Well then, I guess we’re going bareback,” my wife replied.

  “I will lick de poosy,” Jorell said.

  “You don’t need to a cock like that,” she said. “I’m so wet for you. I need to feel that big fucking cock inside of me.”

  I heard some movement, the springs in the bed squeaking a bit. Then I heard my wife moaning. “Oh, fuck, Jorell. Oh, fuck! God damn does it feel good.”

  I heard the bed begin to squeak in a rhythm. At that point I figured it was worth the risk. I slowly, quietly unlocked the door handle and opened the door just a crack. In the mirror, I could see Jorell’s powerful black frame on top of Bella’s delicate white body, his incredibly thick cock hammering relentlessly inside of her cunt, and his big pair of black balls hanging below. I watched for a moment, then ducked back inside the bathroom and continued jerking off.

  “It feels so fucking good,” Bella continued. “So much better than my husband’s little thing. Your cock is amazing. I feel so full. It’s hitting all the right spots, stimulating my whole fucking pussy.” She started to moan loudly and announced that she was cumming. As she did, I lost control and a fountain of spunklet drops dribbled out of my penis.

  “Here I come,” Jorell said, his breath catching. Then he groaned loudly and grunted a few times. I heard the two of them moaning and kissing.

  “That was easily the best sex I’ve ever had,” Bella said in a sexy voice. “I came four times just from intercourse, and we even came at the same time. You’re an amazing lover.” I peeked into the mirror again and caught a glimpse just as his thick black cock slipped out. As it did, gobs of white semen flushed out of her pussy and onto the sheets.

  I quietly closed and locked the bathroom door and turned off the lights. A few seconds later, I heard footsteps coming to the bathroom door. Somebody tried the door but it was locked.

  “The other people, our suitemates, must have forgotten and left the door locked.” Bella was speaking from the bed, so it must have been Jorell at the door. “It’s okay, use that towel over there.”

  I was afraid that I might be locked in the bathroom for a while, but after a few minutes they decided to get dressed and go back to Jorell’s room. After they left, I waited a few minutes and then went out to the beach. About an hour later, Bella showed up in her bikini with a well-fucked look on her face, and she sat down next to me.

  “How was it?” I asked.

  She smiled. “Pretty nice.” She kissed me on my cheek and I took her hand. “It was fun because it was different, but you’re still the best lover I’ve ever had.”

  I gave her a passionate kiss, then said, “You know it, baby.”

  A BLONDE FOR A BLACK BILLIONAIRE

  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 Morgan. My husband Nick and I were spending a long weekend vacationing on Ketteler Island, a remote island in South Carolina. We had taken the ferry there on Thursday and we were staying at the inn on the south side of the island. This was our first vacation without our two kids, and frankly we were hoping that we might work on a third. I’d charted my cycle and I was set to ovulate that Saturday night.

  We were expecting to spend a lot of time outdoors, but soon after we arrived a deep fog settled over the island. It was a beautiful inn, though, so we weren’t unhappy to spend some time indoors reading and relaxing.

  That night, while we were sitting at dinner, I noticed two men at a table in the far corner staring at me. I’m a 25-year-old blonde haired, blue eyed beauty, if I do say so myself. Although I gained ten pounds or so after the birth of our children, it went to the right places and believe I have a nice, womanly figure. It’s not unusual for me to turn heads and attract male attention. Still, I thought it was strange that the two men were talking and looking in our direction.

  After we paid for dinner, the two men walked over to our table. The first man said his name is Orville and his friend is Sully. “Are you familiar with Latrell Blackstone?” Orville asked.

  “Of course we’ve heard of him,” Nick said. “He’s the millionaire guy from the music industry.” I nodded in agreement.

  “Billionaire,” Orville corrected. “Mr. Blackstone owns this entire island. This little section is the only part of the island that’s open to the public
. He has a mansion on the far side.” He coughed, hesitated, then continued. “This fog has really caused us a lot of problems. Mr. Blackstone has a private airport on the island but the fog is too thick to fly. Even the ferry is closed and it looks to be closed for days.” He leaned in, whispering. “I had arranged for some female companionship for him but now he will be alone the entire weekend. He’s not happy.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that,” Nick said.

  “Mr. Blackstone likes white women,” he said, looking in my direction. His friend behind him nodded. “Blonde haired, blue eyed young women, like yourself. The woman who was going to spend time with him would have been paid $20,000. But given the situation, I’m sure he’d be willing to pay $50,000.”

  Nick seemed offended. “Are you suggesting--?”

  “Just a second, honey,” I said. “Surely if he can pay $50,000, he can do $100,000. I mean, he is a billionaire after all.”

  Orville grimaced. “Let me call and see.” He stepped away with his friend, turned his back to us and made a call on his cell phone. As he did, Nick leaned across the table.

  “Are you crazy? You’d spend the night with this black guy?”

  “He’s a famous, sexy billionaire. I’ve seen his pictures. He works out and he’s totally hot for an older guy. And for $100,000. Do you know what we could do with that kind of money?”

  “I know, but…”

  “You don’t think we should do this, even for $100,000?”

  Nick was conflicted, but he said, “I guess we couldn’t refuse $100,000.”

  Orville turned back around and walked over to us. When he reached our table, he smiled. “Mr. Blackstone agrees to $100,000. Do we have a deal?”

  “Yes,” I said, smiling. Nick look conflicted again. “Right, honey?” Nick looked down and nodded.

  “Get your bags,” Orville said. “You’ll be spending the weekend in Mr. Blackstone’s mansion.”

  “The weekend?” Nick asked. “I thought it was for the night?”

  Orville smiled. “Don’t be silly. She’ll be returning Sunday evening.”

  Nick and I packed my bags into Orville’s van. I kissed Nick goodbye and hopped inside. We drove us through a security gate over to the other side of the island. Although I couldn’t see much with the fog, when we pulled up next to the mansion I could tell that the place was gorgeous and enormous. They took me to the bedroom where I was able to put my things away.

  “Did you bring any lingerie?” Orville asked.

  I felt a little weird talking about it, but replied, “Yes. I brought a babydoll and panties.”

  “Why don’t you put that on. Mr. Blackstone is in his bedroom waiting for you.”

  For some reason, I thought that I would have been romanced a little bit more. I don’t know, maybe dinner first – something! But I quickly changed into my lingerie and he walked me down the hallway to the master bedroom.

  “Come in,” I heard him say.

  I opened the door. Standing there holding two champagne glasses was Latrell Blackstone. He was shaved bald with a beard that was gray on the bottom but a darker, salt and pepper mustache. He was wearing nothing but a pair of tiny blue underwear that obviously contained a huge cock. It was clear that he worked out a lot because his body was amazing for a man in his late fifties.

  “Do you like champagne?” he asked.

  “I do,” I said, taking the glass and taking a sip. “You’re a very sexy man.”

  “Your name is Morgan?”

  “Yes,” I said. “And you’re Latrell.”

  “Call me Trell. That’s what my friends call me.”

  We sat down on the edge of the bed. We talked about my family and my interests, then we talked about his ex-wife and his children, and how lonely he is. He kept filling our glasses, and it didn’t take long before I became drunk. He leaned in and began kissing my neck. I couldn’t help but moan, loving the attention by this handsome, sexy billionaire. He lifted off my babydoll and began to kiss my breasts, massaging them with his hands and licking my nipples. My pussy was eager for him. I was incredibly wet for him, partially because I was ovulating. That’s when I realized I needed to say something.

  “I’m not on the Pill,” I said, laying down on my back. “I’m ovulating so if you don’t want to make me pregnant, you may want to use a condom.”

  “That’s okay,” he said, gripping the waistband on my panties. “I’ll take my chances.” I lifted my hips and he quickly pulled them off. He lowered his mouth to my groin and I felt his warm breath on my pussy. He was obviously a world-class pussy licker. He teased me, slowly kissing and licking my pussy and using the flat of his tongue. He largely avoided my clit until I couldn’t take it anymore. He put in a couple of fingers, penetrating me with them and massaging my g-spot. He put me through a few orgasms. I figured he would be done, but he went to kissing my inner thighs and down my legs, taking his time. When he got back to my clit, I immediately started climaxing again. He put me through a dozen more orgasms.

  He stood up and his huge cock was straining against his tiny underwear. He took them off and offered me his cock. It was easily twice as long as my husband’s four-and-a-half incher, and it was incredibly thick. I’d been proud that I could take my husband’s entire little penis in my mouth, but Trell’s cock was an absolute monster. I could only fit the head of it in my mouth. I played with his balls with one hand, stroked the shaft with the other and tried to pleasure the top part of his cock with my mouth, but I had no experience with a real man’s cock. After a couple minutes, he told me to lay back on the bed.

  Trell lined up his thick, black weapon at my tiny slit. As he began to press inside, I held my breath, experiencing such an intense and new pleasure. He kept pressing, inch after inch, and I almost cried at the pleasure. To say that Trell’s mighty sword felt different than my husband’s little switchblade would be a dramatic understatement. My pussy felt full, the way it is meant to be, like a hand in a glove. He leaned down and we kissed passionately as his huge member plunged repeatedly inside of me, his balls slapping against my ass. I’m not sure if I was having orgasm after orgasm or just one long rolling orgasm, but regardless it was the greatest sexual pleasure that I’ve ever experienced. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and begged him to fill me with his cum. Finally, after a good twenty minutes, his barrel unloaded and blasted his seed inside my fertile womb. I felt certain that I was surely being impregnated, that one of his millions of sperm would surely find my egg.

  Trell used me again a couple of hours later. We cuddled together through the night, and in the morning we had sex again, this time doggy style in his huge steamy shower, with my face and hands pressed against a huge plane of glass. We had meals together interspersed with sex. By the time he sent me back to my husband on Sunday night, I’d had probably a hundred orgasms and I was totally sexually exhausted and told Nick that I couldn’t give him sloppy seconds. The next day, though, I did my wifely duty and allowed Nick to pleasure himself inside of me. And on Tuesday, Trell wired the money into our bank account.

  That was three weeks ago. I hadn’t had my period and I finally decided to take a pregnancy test this morning. Happily, it showed that we’re pregnant with our third child. Nick seems a little concerned. I don’t blame him, really. While I did have sex with him that Monday night, my cunt was positively awash with Trell’s seed. If the baby is black, we can get child support from Trell so we won’t have anything to worry about as far as money goes. And that’s after the $100,000!

  PAID HIM TO BREED 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. Th
is 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 Aiden. I met my wife Lily when we were in college together. I work as an engineer and she works at the local public radio station. When we found out that I couldn’t have children, my wife was devastated. She’s a liberal-minded twenty-eight-year-old attractive blonde and she’d wanted to have children her entire life. Although she wanted us to have a child of our own, she’d often talked about adopting kids from Africa, too. I suggested that maybe we try to combine the two.

  “What do you mean, Aiden?” Lily asked. “Combine the two?”

  My wife has a good friend Chloe who lives in the neighborhood next to ours. A woman who lives a couple doors down from her, named Kendra, is a white woman who has four black kids, all by different men. One of the children’s fathers, though, is a guy named Rashad. According to Chloe, Rashad is incredibly sexy and handsome, with a muscular body and total swagger. He officially is the father of eight children, but the rumor is that his real total is well over twenty. In addition, he has served two sentences in the state prison. Although Lily claims that she’s not into bad boys, I suspected that she probably was. She was hesitant at first, but she agreed to meet him.

  When Rashad came to our house, I thought he totally looked like a thug to me. His jeans were hanging down too low and he was wearing expensive tennis shoes and a rap shirt. Still, I could tell that my prim and proper, NPR-listening wife was totally into him. The energy was simply crackling. We each had some shots and it wasn’t long before he was dancing with Lily, his hands grabbing her ass. They began to kiss right in front of me. I knew that it was going down.

  “Would it be okay if I show Rashad the bedroom?” Lily asked.

  “Of course!” I told her. She took him by the hand and led him upstairs. I followed them upstairs and listened through the doorway.