MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance
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“Fuck, bitch, you gonna like this big black cock. You ever fucked a black guy before?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“You gonna like it, bitch. Go ahead, suck on my cock.”
A couple moments later, I heard her say, “Oh, my, it’s huge!”
“Yeah, it’s a black cock.”
“I thought that was just a stereotype.”
“I’ll give you a stereotype. Put that white mouth on my black cock and suck it.” I could hear him start to moan. “Yeah, bitch. Suck that dick good. Suck my black cock. Tell me how you like it.”
“I love your cock.”
“You love my black cock. Say it. Big black cock.”
“Big black cock.” I could hear her sucking and slurping on his big cock.
“All right, bitch. Bend over the fucking bed.”
I opened the door a crack. I saw Lily with her pants down around her ankles, bent down over the bed with her shirt still on. Rashad had a huge cock, nearly a foot long, and he was moving the head around my wife’s vagina, trying to find the opening and slip it in. He found it and then began pushing it inside. He gripped her hips and began pounding her hard.
“Oh, God,” Lily cried. “It’s so good. It feels so good inside of me.”
“So FUCKING good, you white bitch.” He smacked her ass cheek hard. “My black cock feels so fucking good. Say it.”
“Your black cock feels so fucking good! God, it’s just amazing.” She was breathing hard and moaning loudly. Her hand was on her pussy, fingering her clit. “Oh, God, I’m cumming!” She did that three times before he finally shot his load inside of her. I saw his balls tighten and clench as he fired off inside of Lily.
From that day forward, he would come over two or three times a night to fuck Lily. I only watched them that one time, but I often listened to the sounds of them having sex. Lily was always quiet and reserved in bed with me, but she was loud and hypersexual with Rashad. She said she didn’t want to hurt my feelings, but the sex with Rashad was totally intoxicating.
After six months of them having sex without a pregnancy, we decided that we should probably have them go in for fertility testing. That’s when Rashad admitted that after his last child was born, he had a vasectomy. We were both pretty pissed that he’d misled us like that, but he told us about another black guy he knows who would love to have sex with a white woman and knock her up. The guy’s name is Vernon and he’s currently serving a twelve year sentence for multiple felonies, but he’s going to be released in two months. Being incarcerated, Vernon has plenty of time to work out and he has an incredible body. Lily has seen his pictures as well as some photos of his kids by other women, and she’s excited to start on her next black lover. I can’t wait!
BLACK LOVE IN COLLEGE
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 Cameron. I’m twenty-five and my fiancée Avery is twenty-one. We’ve been dating for a few years and we plan to get married after she graduates college. When I first met Avery, she seemed to have mixed feelings about dating me. Sometimes she’d say we were perfect for each other, but other times she seemed unsatisfied. For example, sometimes in bed she a little disappointed while making love. I’d ask her about it afterward and she’d claim that nothing was wrong.
One day, after having a few drinks, she admitted that the other boys she’d dated had much bigger cocks and they felt much better. While she believed we were right for each other in the long run, she didn’t want to lose the opportunity to hook up with other guys and have great sex while she’s still young and in college.
Honestly, I’d pretty much suspected it was something like that. I told Avery that I understood and I didn’t want to lose her, and if she needed to be free to date other guys until we get married, I would support her in that. Avery kissed and hugged me, and she told me that she was now certain that we were meant to be together.
As Avery opened up about her sexual past, I realized that most of the guys she had been dating were black guys. Not all of them, but more than half. She really had a thing for sexy, tattooed guys who work out in the gym. In addition to the occasional random hook up, she had three fuck buddies that she would see on a regular basis. Her favorite, though, was a black guy named Jahlil. She had sex with Jahlil more than her other fuck buddies, usually two or three times a week. He worked about twenty minutes away from the campus at the Wal-Mart. She lived in a house off-campus with two other girls, and when one of her roommates threw a party, I met Jahlil. He’s totally ripped, with a strong, dominant personality and a cocky walk. Avery really gets off on arrogant guys, so I could see why she was so infatuated with Jahlil.
Jahlil was hanging around and I knew that he was going to fuck my fiancée as soon as I left. I went into Avery’s bedroom. I lifted the window about an inch and raised the shade up a good six inches, then moved the curtain to the side just enough to allow a nice view into her room. Rather than actually leaving, I walked down the sidewalk toward my car, then turned around and walked up behind the bushes, right next to her window. I looked around to make sure nobody could see me. It was dark and I didn’t see anybody out there, but I was still nervous as I focused on Avery’s room.
About ten minutes later, Avery and Jahlil walked into her room hand-in-hand. They were kissing wildly. The way her body was moving, it was clear that she was totally excited by her black lover. I’d never seen her act that way with me, like a slut for him. She was playing with his cock through his shorts, and it was clear that he was well-equipped. She took it out and pumped it with her hands.
“Does your fiancé have a cock like this?” Jahlil asked.
Avery laughed. “He’s about a third as long and nowhere near as thick. He’s small even for a white guy. I can barely feel him when we have sex.”
“Then why do you want him?”
“He’s a nice guy,” she said. “He’d be a good partner and provider.” She began licking and sucking his enormous black cock. It had to be a good ten inches long, thicker than a cucumber and covered in dark veins. I realized that she never sucked my cock, just playing with it a bit to get it hard before she rolled on the condom.
She pulled off her shirt and unhooked her bra while Jahlil removed her shorts and panties. Avery laid down on her bed, but Jahlil said he wanted to fuck her doggy. She got on her hands and knees, awaiting his thick black cock. He lined up the head at her entrance and slowly began to push it inside. She was slowly rocking, accepting his manhood inside of her, and moaning her pleasure with every inch. “Oh, God… It’s so much bigger than my fiancee’s little penis. It feels so good.” Although she’d always made me use a condom “just to be safe,” even though she’s on the pill, her black lover was taking her bareback.
Jahlil’s powerful, muscular frame was holding her hips and pulling her hard, thrusting violently inside of her. Avery’s face and breasts were reddened, her breathing shallow, clearly in pure ecstasy. Jahlil was slapping her ass hard, calling her a “white slut” and a “cheap bitch.” Over and over, she told him how great his cock felt. “Oh, God, I’m cumming!” She said that three times before he finally leaned forward, pushing deep inside of her as he coated the walls of my fiancee’s tight little beaver with his thick loads of semen.
They layed together for a while, holding hands and kissing. “I love fucking you,” he s
aid. “I can’t believe I’m going to lose you to that little white boy this fall.”
Avery giggled, her hand slowly pumping his slippery, semi-erect member. “You won’t be losing anything. Cameron will allow me to keep you as a lover, even after we’re married.”
“You’ve talked with him? He’s said that?”
“Not yet,” she said. “But he’ll let me have whatever I want. He’s a nice guy. That’s what’s so great about them.” Then they started kissing passionately. His cock was hard again in her hand as I slipped away from the window to drive home.
SHE’S DATING HER
BLACK FRIEND’S FATHER
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 dad’s coming to visit,” Shantelle said, rolling her eyes as she sipped her coffee at our table. “He hasn’t seen me or his grandkids in almost six years and he thinks he can just roll into town unannounced!”
“That’s terrible,” my wife Nicole said. “But I think it’s good that your kids will get to see their grandfather.”
I’d heard a lot of stories about her father Willie over the years. He’s a black man in his late sixties. He has two kids with his current wife in Arizona, a woman in her mid-twenties, but over the decades he has bred women all across the country. Shantelle says that Willie has “litters” of children of all different ages. She’s in contact with three other “litters” of half-siblings, in addition to her sister and two brothers. By working under the table, Willie largely succeeded in avoiding paying child support for most of his children. Personally, I loved the stories about Willie and admired his wild, free-living ways. His current wife thinks that he’s faithful, but according to Shantelle has heard that when he’s out “visiting his children” he often goes out bar hopping and skirt chasing with some of his grandsons.
“I’d love to meet him,” I said. “I’ve heard so much about the guy. He’s kind of a legend.”
Shantelle rolled her eyes. “Yeah, he’s a real legend, Jim – a legend at leaving his kids with no daddy. But if you want to meet him, that’s fine. He’s coming over tonight for dinner. Why don’t you two come over?”
When we arrived at Shantelle’s house, Willie got up from the recliner in the living room. He was wearing a suit and tie. He wore reading glasses and he was smoking a pipe, and smelled like sweet tobacco. Willie stood tall but he did walk with a little limp, probably due to arthritis at his age. He had a genuine twinkle in his eye and he seemed very fond of Nicole.
I wasn’t surprised by that. My wife often gets attention from men, being a twenty-seven-year-old beauty with dirty blonde hair, and although she didn’t lose all of the weight after the birth of our daughter, she still had an attractive womanly figure. Nicole, for her part, seemed very flattered by the attention and they exchanged playful banter throughout the night. At one point, while I was in the family room talking with Shantelle and the kids, Nicole and Willie had a private conversation near the fridge. Just reading their body language, I could tell that there was mutual attraction between them.
That night in bed, Nicole and I were laying in bed and talking about the day. I asked her what she was talking to Willie about in the kitchen.
“Oh, you know, he was flirting. He wanted to know if he could spend some time with me alone.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I told him that I’d talk with you about it.” She ran a hand down my back.
“Really? You’d like to have sex with Willie?”
“He really is a sexy man. I’m not surprised that so many women want to sleep with him. He just oozes charisma. He’s the kind of guy that a girl wants to sleep with, not just has to. And I’ve always been curious about black guys.” She ran her hand across my crotch. “Is it something you might be open to?”
We talked about everything. I agreed that she could sleep with Willie as long as I could watch. And then I added one more condition that especially excited me. “I don’t want you to use birth control with him.” We were trying to have another baby and we knew that Nicole was just about to ovulate.
“You want me to get pregnant by him?”
I wasn’t sure what to say. “No, not really. But I want to take the risk. And any man that turns you on like that, who turns on women like that… a guy like Willie, he shouldn’t have to use birth control. It just seems wrong to me, almost disrespectful. He deserves the chance to impregnate as many women as possible. It’s his right.”
“I agree,” my wife said, “but you said before that if I got pregnant by another guy, it would be okay as long as the guy looks like you so nobody would know. You’d be okay with a black baby?”
“Now that my mother is passed away, it’s okay.” My mother had died a year ago and my father had never been a part of my life. Now that I didn’t have to worry about what my parents would think, I was totally open to it. Nicole’s sister always dated black guys and had a black baby, so I knew her family wouldn’t have a problem with it.
“Okay, honey. I promise you I won’t use any birth control with Willie.”
The next night, Willie drove over to our house. I sat in a chair in the corner of our bedroom and watched while Willie serviced my wife. His cock was thick and a good nine inches long and he was fully erect when he would arrive and it would stay hard for a good hour. (I assume that he was using Viagra or something.) I loved watching Nicole sucking his cock. She wasn’t used to taking such a large tool in her mouth, but she got better each day and by the end of the week she was almost able to deep throat him. Willie didn’t perform oral sex and most of the time he just fucked her doggy style, slapping her ass as he rode her. He did like to suck on her tits and he did missionary a couple of times, but he said it hurt his back. No matter the position, he was able to give Nicole multiple orgasms every session. She praised the feeling of his large cock inside of her and said that it touched all the right places inside and stimulated her clitoris, too. I could tell from her bodily reactions that her orgasms were much stronger, that he was pleasing her far better than I ever did. During the week I just masturbated while watching the action, giving Willie every chance at fertilizing my wife.
At the end of the week, Willie went back to Arizona. A couple weeks later, my wife started feeling nauseated and a pregnancy test confirmed the good news. Months later, we got even more good news – Nicole was pregnant with twin boys! When Nicole told Shantelle about what happened, she was pissed and they didn’t talk for weeks. Happily, they made up before the birth and Shantelle was there to see the birth of her beautiful new half-brothers. Three kids was a lot for us to afford, so we had Nicole’s tubes tied at the same time that she gave birth. Although the baby factory is now closed, my wife is hoping that Willie will show up again so that she can spend some more sexy time with him. I hope so, too!
MY WIFE AND HER BFF’S SON
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 fictit
ious 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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“We have another person coming for dinner, Chris,” my wife Amanda said. “Jessie’s son Ethan is in town for the weekend.” Jessica is my wife’s best friend. At 35, she’s eight years older than my wife and had a child when she was young. Although Amanda lived a pretty normal life, Jessie was “wild” and my wife enjoyed hearing her single friend’s stories of sexual adventure.
“That’s fine, we have plenty,” I said. “Boy, I haven’t seen him in forever.” I’d only seen Ethan a couple of times when he was barely a teenager. Ethan was the product of a brief sexual relationship between Jessie and a black guy who is supposedly serving time in another state for a double homicide. Ethan had his father’s dark black skin and, based on his teenage escapades, his father’s propensity to act violently.
Jessie arrived first. She explained that Ethan was running a little late but he’d be there soon. When he arrived fifteen minutes later, I was struck at how Ethan had turned out. He was at least 6’2 with broad shoulders and a muscular frame. He was wearing cologne and designer clothes, including sunglasses and pair of jeans that each cost a good $500. He had his mother’s good looks but with a strong jaw, chiseled cheekbones, and strong eyebrows. I noticed that Amanda seemed very attracted to him, and I caught her stealing glances every time that Jessie wasn’t looking.
Over dinner and wine, Ethan explained that he’s currently attending college a few hours away. Amanda asked if he had a girlfriend. He said that he didn’t have a girlfriend per se, but he has a number of different women that’s he’s dating. I could tell by the way that my wife was moving her legs that she was very turned on by our black guest. At one point it became very clear that Ethan had drank a bit too much. Jessie was unhappy about it because they had each brought their own cars.