MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  “That’s not a problem,” Amanda said. “He can spend the night here. Right honey?”

  “Sure, it’s not a problem,” I said.

  We gave Ethan a couple glasses of water and some ibuprofen. After Jessie left, Amanda took Ethan upstairs to put sheets on the bed and get him some blankets. I could hear their voices up there, a little laughter and some whispering, and long periods of silence. Finally, Amanda came downstairs.

  “He’s in bed,” she said. “I’m sure he’ll be fine in the morning.” We watched a little television and then went to bed ourselves. I thought I was going to get some action, as normally when she gets turned on by another guy she wants to have sex. But she said that she wasn’t in the mood and we went to sleep.

  About an hour later, I woke up. I noticed that Amanda wasn’t in bed and the bathroom light wasn’t on, so I started to get concerned. I got up and slowly opened the bedroom door. When I did, I could hear voices down the hallway coming from the guest room. I quietly turned the door handle and opened the door just a crack.

  The room was lit by the full moon outside. Amanda was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing just a pink and purple slip with matching panties. Ethan was sitting next to her wearing only a pair of white briefs. I couldn’t help but notice the impressive bulge he was sporting.

  “I totally want to,” my wife said. “If I weren’t married I definitely would.”

  “You’re married, you’re not dead. You’re still a woman with needs. What he doesn’t know doesn’t hurt him.” He leaned in and began to kiss her neck. She closed her eyes and angled her neck back, running her hands over his powerful back as she received his kisses. His hands moved all across her body, then up her slip. They began kissing passionately. In a moment, her slip was on the floor and she was laying on the bed. He removed her panties, then slowly crawled up on top her, kissing her stomach and then her breasts. When he was fully on top of her, they began kissing again. Then she stopped him and said, “I want to suck your cock.”

  My wife pulled down his briefs, unleashing his monster. “Oh, my God Ethan,” she said, looking up at him as she stroked his mighty shaft. “It’s huge!” Then she put her mouth on the head. Amanda hardly ever gave me a blowjob, but she was eagerly servicing her young black lover and he was moaning his approval. Then he said, “okay, lay down.” Amanda complied and slightly parted her legs.

  Ethan aimed his black cock between her legs. I couldn’t believe that she wasn’t asking him to use a condom. We use condoms every time and she’s not on the Pill. I thought about saying something but I couldn’t, so I just watched as the head of his black monster penetrated my wife’s vagina, and began to slowly inch its way inside of her.

  Amanda was breathing heavily and sighing. “It’s so much bigger than my husband’s,” she said. Soon he was fully inside of her. He was holding himself up with his muscular arms, slowly thrusting, his ass cheeks clenching with each forward thrust. “It feels so good, so thick inside of me,” Amanda said. After a while, he picked up the speed and was pounding her hard. I could hear his balls slapping against my wife’s ass over the sound of the bed squeaking and Amanda’s groaning. “Keep doing that,” she said. “You’re hitting the right places.” He leaned down and they kissed wildly. Amanda lifted her legs and locked them around his waist as her arms held onto his muscular shoulders, holding him against her.

  “I’m cumming!” Amanda whispered. She was clearly trying to suppress the sounds of her moaning, but the pleasure was too strong. “Oh, God! Oh, God! I’m cumming again!” A minute later, Ethan said, “I’m cumming, bitch!” I saw his ass cheeks clench and he pushed deep inside of her and held it deep, with a few mini-thrusts as he groaned through his climax. I could see that Amanda was smiling as he leaned down and they began kissing again. I quietly closed the door and returned to bed.

  I thought that Amanda would soon be sneaking into bed, but I heard more sexual noises coming from the guest room. About a half hour later, I heard the shower start in the guest bathroom, along with moaning and grunting. It was a good two hours before Amanda finally slipped back into bed with me.

  The next morning, everybody acted like nothing had happened. Ethan said goodbye and drove back to his mom’s house. It’s been a week now since her illicit encounter with her black lover and we’ve been having sex every night. Amanda is wet and excited, no doubt fantasizing that she’s with Ethan. Of course, I’m having the same fantasy, and it only takes a few minutes before I lose control and blast the condom’s reservoir with my seed. It’s been a total boon to our sex lives. I can’t wait until Ethan comes back to town again!

  MY BLACK BFF HAS A SEXY BROTHER

  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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  “Who’s sports car is that?” I asked Teesha. I had just stepped inside her kitchen where she was preparing pasta and a salad for dinner. There was a gorgeous sports car in the driveway and I knew she couldn’t afford it.

  “That’s my younger brother Bishop’s car,” Teesha replied. “I’ve told you about Bishop, right?” She certainly had. He was a talented football player and, according to Teesha, Bishop was quite a ladies’ man. He had slept with dozens of pretty girls on his college campus and the gossip was that he was well-equipped and he knew how to use it.

  Bishop stood up and he walked in with us. He was handsome with a chiseled physique that was obvious beneath his shirt. He smiled and introduced himself, then grabbed a beer out of the fridge. I watched admiringly as he walked back to the couch.

  “You like him, don’t ya, Emma?” Teesha was smiling.

  “He’s a good looking guy,” I said. She knew that I’m a happily married mother of two. Besides, I’m twenty-eight years old and her brother is a college student. Still, I found myself very physically attracted to Bishop. “I’m not surprised that he’s popular.”

  Teesha and I made some martinis and started talking about what was going on with our lives and our families. When Bishop joined us, he made the three of us a martini. It seemed a little strong but I didn’t say anything. Bishop told us about his accomplishments on and off the field, and I found him to be very charismatic, funny and sexy. Although I’d never dated a black guy, I was immensely attracted to Bishop and if I hadn’t been a married woman, I would have given him my number.

  After another round of martinis, Teesha and I were pretty smashed. As we put away the food, she suggested that I stay the night rather than drive home – and if I wasn’t driving, we could have another drink or two. It sounded like a good idea, so I called my husband Steve and let him know that I would be staying the night at Teesha’s house. We had a couple more martinis in front of the television before we both called it a night.

  I walked into the guest room, quite smashed, and stripped off my clothes. The room was dark except for the night light, and I walked over and slid into bed. Something didn’t quite seem right but I was drunk and just tried to go to sleep.

  “Hey, baby,” Bishop said. I nearly jumped, then rolled over. He was naked, lying in the bed next to me. “You wanted to join me?”

  “What are you doing here?”

  “I’m sleeping in the guest room. Teesha said that you’re sleeping on the futon downstairs.”

  When he said that, I suddenly remembered. Still, I was very drunk and tired, and at some level I liked that we were in bed tog
ether. “I always sleep in this bed.”

  “If you want to sleep with me in my bed, that’s fine with me.” I felt him move his body up against my back, spooning me, and he put his arms around me. I loved feeling his hard muscular frame against my soft body. I could feel his cock, semi-hard and getting harder, as he slowly dry humped against me.

  “Mmmmhh,” I said, turning just a bit away from him. He began to kiss my neck and run his hands up and down my body. I was getting very wet, incredibly turned on by this sexy young athlete. I’d always wanted to try sex with a black guy, especially one as hung as he seemed to be.

  “Bishop,” I said sleepily, turning toward him with my eyes closed. “I’m married.” I used my hands to gently, playfully push him away, making sure that a hand went right to his crotch.

  “You like that big black cock, don’t you? Do you want to try it?”

  “I want to but I shouldn’t because I’m a married woman.” I also wasn’t on the pill, as my husband uses condoms when I’m fertile. I tried to remember when I last had my period but I couldn’t in the alcohol haze.

  Bishop moved on top of me. “I didn’t ask what you should do. If you want me to, I will. Just say no if you don’t want it.” He began kissing me and I kissed him back. Then I felt him lining his cock up at me. It tapped against my ass, so I reached down and lined it up with my snatch. I rubbed the head in my pussy juices, then set it right at my entrance. Bishop began to slowly push his black weapon inside of me. Inch by inch, I felt my pussy expanding to accommodate his girthy tool. After having two kids, vaginal sex with my husband didn’t feel as good as it used to but now with Bishop’s thick black cock, it felt better than anything I’d ever experienced before.

  “Oh, God, it feels good,” I kept saying, over and over. I was drunk and probably should have found something better to say, but all I could do was praise his cock. I loved feeling so full, so complete, and he was touching all the right places inside of me. He reached down and played with my clit, and it didn’t take me long to have the mother of all orgasms. I felt so safe, enveloped by the blankets and his large muscular frame. I began having orgasm after orgasm, and finally he said he was going to cum. He began fucking me harder, faster, and the feeling was divine. Then I felt him push impossibly deep, the tip of his cock pressing against my cervix as his cock swelled even larger. I could feel his testicles twitching against my ass, his mighty shaft jerking, as he filled me with his black baby batter. When he was done, he kissed me and then rolled off to my side. Moments later, I fell asleep.

  In the morning, Teesha came into our room. “Damn, girl,” she said. I woke up and looked around. Bishop and I were both naked on the bed, his arms and legs were wrapped around me and there was a sticky wet spot on the bed. “I guess you two got to know each other pretty well last night!”

  I tried to get out of bed, but when I did I was still unsteady from the alcohol. I got a shower, got back in my clothes, and drove back to my house. Teesha called and we had a good laugh about it. She said that Bishop told her that he’d like to see me again the next time he’s in town. I told her to tell Bishop that he was amazing and I’d love to sleep with him again but I shouldn’t because I’m a married woman. I’m sure he’ll know what that means. I can’t wait to see him again!

  WHITE WIVES BREEDING CLUB

  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 is unbelievable,” my husband Jacob said, staring through the glass. Just below us was an orgy of young white women being serviced by handsome, physically fit black men. The women were writhing, moaning from what was obviously some incredible pleasure. “Their cocks are huge!”

  It was our first time at the White Wives Breeding Club. My friend Hailey, a member for three years, had raved about how great it was and she offered to recommend my admission. I discussed it with Jacob and agreed that we would join the club.

  “That’s the main playroom,” Dr. Stacy said. “There are also private rooms if you want some privacy with your black lover.” She stood next to us in her white lab coat, a beautiful woman with straight shoulder-length blonde hair, smiling at the erotic scene below us. “What do you think, Kaitlyn? Are you ready to go forward?”

  I looked over at Jacob. He seemed a little uncertain – who could blame him? – but I knew it was the right thing for both of us. “Yes, let’s do it.”

  About an hour later, we were in the Club’s surgical room. Jacob was under general anesthesia, totally unconscious, laying on the operating table. His penis was held up to his waist with a band to keep it safely away. His package was shaved hairless, and the nurse’s gloved hands carefully held his ball sack while Stacy began the operation.

  “Castration is actually a very beneficial procedure,” Stacy said, holding a scalpel in her gloved hands and bringing it to my husband’s testicles. She placed the blade on the line in the middle and gently made a slice about an inch and a half long. “It reduces a man’s violent impulses. And there are studies that show that it helps men live longer.”

  As she continued slicing, I could see some whitish tissue appearing below, which appeared to be the testicle. “There are men who are built for sex,” Stacy continued, “but they aren’t good partners. And then there are men, like your husband, who are family men. Nice guys are the most wonderful men in the world, and they provide a lot of joy to women. But they aren’t needed for sex. Their sex drives are simply a nuisance for everyone involved.”

  Just then, with the nurse pressing down and incision sufficiently large, the left testicle popped out. “There we are,” Stacy said, holding the ball in her fingers. “As you can see, it’s covered by a layer of white tissue called the ‘tunic.’ I’ll remove that.” She picked up a pair of surgical scissors and began slicing through the tissue, the ball slipped out of the tunic. It reminded me of cooking and breaking an egg, when I tilt the half shell in my fingers so that the whites fall off, leaving only the yolk.

  As the nurse held the testicle, Stacy began to tie thin surgical string around the cord, pulling it as tight as possible. “This will cut off the blood supply.” Then, taking the pair of scissors, she carefully cut the cord near the ball, freeing the testicle. Stacy held it up for my inspection as the now ball-less cord withdrew inside the sack.

  “The testicles create about 95% of the testosterone. Without this, his sex drive and any jealousy will be gone. When both testicles are gone, you obviously won’t have to worry about pregnancy. But he probably won’t be able to obtain an erection, and whatever sex drive he has will be minimal. He can focus on his work and taking care of you, without any sexual desires, jealousy or violent tendencies. You will be free to get the sex that you crave – sex from a real man.”

  I knew what she was saying was true. Hailey told me that her husband was so much happier after his castration, and she’s now having the best sex of her life at the Club. While the doctor removed my husband’s second testicle, I fantasized about what it would be like to be with one of the Club’s men. I’d always wanted to be with a black guy, and the guys they offered were tall, muscular stallions. The doctor and nurse then stitched up Jacob’s sack.

  “Okay, we’re all done!” Dr. Stacy said, smiling broadly. “We’ll now take him to the recovery room. It’ll probably be an hour or two before he is fully awake. It’s up to you, Kaitlyn, but I would suggest that y
ou try out the facilities while you’re here. There are some sexy, virile black bucks here tonight!”

  “I think I will!”

  I thought about joining in the group sex, but I decided that a private encounter might be best for my first time. I walked into the Meeting Room and I was surprised at the selection. There were seven naked black men all vying for my attention. All of them were tall, handsome, and sexy with large cocks hanging low between their legs. Even flaccid they were longer and thicker than my husband when erect. I picked one with very dark skin, a glimmer in his eye, and a very sexy way of moving. He said his name was Marcus. I took his hand and we walked over into Private Room 9.

  The room had a bed with a sheet, no blankets, and a couple of pillows lying on the hardwood floor. In the corner was a bathroom. Marcus immediately began kissing me. He led me to the bed and took off my blouse as I shimmied out of my skirt. I was now wearing only a camisole, panties, and nylons with garters – all black. I got down on my knees and took his mighty cock in my hands. It was so thick, almost as large around as a beer bottle, and I estimated about nine inches long. I began to stroke it with my hands and it began to slither and stiffen. He had a pair of large heavy balls, and I stroked them with my fingers as I licked and sucked on the head. It wasn’t long before Marcus’s black monster was fully erect.

  Marcus had me lay down. I lifted my hips as he removed my panties. He gave a quick little lick to my pussy, then he moved up on top of me, lining his huge cock with my entrance. He leaned down and began kissing me, so I couldn’t see his cock slide inside of me, but I definitely felt it. I had only been with my husband Jacob and his bite-sized sausage. (He claims that it’s five inches long when erect but it’s more like four.) Taking this oversized kielbasa was an amazing pleasure as it opened me, filling me fully and providing pressure all over. I began to climax almost immediately.

  I lifted my legs against Marcus’s body and put my arms around him, holding his powerful chest against me. His horse cock was pounding relentlessly inside of me, thundering mightily, touching places that I’d never felt touched before. He was so big, my pussy to tightly filled that my clit was pulled forward just enough that it was rubbing against his cock with each inward thrust. I could only orgasm from cunnilingus with Jacob, but now I was finally able to climax from intercourse, cumming uncontrollably. It was either one long rolling orgasm or a long series, but either way it was the most ecstatic pleasure I’ve ever experienced. Finally, Marcus pushed in deep inside of me and emptied his load, filling my cunt to overflow with his virile black seed. I was smiling, gazing admiringly at Marcus as we kissed in a post-coital embrace, his semen slowly dripping out of my pussy and onto the sheets.