MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

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by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH


  Marcus told me that he hoped to see me again. “Definitely,” I said. “I’m going to be a regular at the Club from now on.” I went to the bathroom and noticed that there was a shower. After a quick rinse, I went to the recovery room.

  Jacob smiled at me. He was a little groggy, but happy to see me. “How was your first time with a black guy?” he asked.

  “The best sex ever,” I said.

  I normally wouldn’t have admitted that to him, trying not to hurt his feelings. But Jacob made me promise never to lie to him about my sex life, and to treat him as “my best girlfriend.” And now that he was castrated, we wouldn’t need to worry about jealousy anymore – we could enjoy our new sex life together.

  “I can’t wait to see you in action,” Jacob said. “And I can only imagine seeing you pregnant by a black bull. Watching your belly growing with a black baby and watching it nursing on your breasts.”

  “I know honey,” I said, giving him a kiss. “It will be so intense for both of us!”

  BLACK WHILE VISITING

  HER NIECE AT COLLEGE

  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.

  * * *

  “This is really nice,” I said to my niece Ashley. Her room at the co-ed frat house was sparely decorated, with two beds, one for her and her roommate who was out at the moment.

  “Thanks, Jasmine,” Ashley replied. She slipped her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and looked at the room approvingly. Although she was my niece, she was only eight years younger than me and she was more like my little sister. “I like my roommate and my classes, so I’m happy at State so far.”

  “What about a boy? Are you dating anybody?”

  Ashley rolled her eyes. “Hardly anybody dates anymore. You just hook up.”

  I nodded. That was one thing that I’d regretted when I went to State. I got into a relationship with a boy soon after starting college, and were together the whole time and we ended up getting married. Although Daniel is a wonderful man and a great father to our two young children, I’d always felt like I’d missed out on the opportunities to date some different guys. As they say, there’s the kind you date and there’s the kind you marry. While Daniel is a nice guy and a good provider, he doesn’t have the sexual attractiveness of a bad boy.

  “That’s cool,” I said. “Are there any guys that you’re hooking up with? I mean, do you have a fuck buddy?”

  Ashley blushed. “No, I’m not seeing anybody right now.”

  Just then, a young black man came to the door behind me.

  “Hey, Ash,” he said, “thanks for letting me borrow the milk. I’ll get you back.” The guy was about 6’0 tall, not too muscular but with an athletic build. He was wearing nice cologne that I didn’t recognize and expensive clothing. He also had a sexy smile, which I loved.

  “Don’t mention it,” Ashley said.

  “Who are you?” he asked, checking me out. “You lookin’ fine, girl.” Even after having two kids, I’ve managed to stay thin. With dirty blonde hair, firm b-cup breasts and a nice figure, I still turn heads.

  “Jasmine, this is Dante,” Ashley explained. “Dante, this is Jasmine. She’s technically my aunt, even though we’re close in age.”

  “Jasmine,” he said, nodding slowly. “Are you going to be around tonight?”

  I hadn’t decided when I was going home. “I don’t know. Why?”

  “I’m the social director. We’re having a little party at the house tonight.” His eyes gazed up and down my body, and I felt myself immensely attracted to him. He simply radiated sexuality.” Beer pong, pizza, that sort of thing. If you wanna come, we’d love to have you.”

  “Yes, I’ll be here,” I said, looking straight into his eyes. Although I wasn’t planning on cheating on my husband, I wanted him to know that the attraction was mutual and I knew he could sense it.

  I spend the next few hours going around campus with Ashley, hearing about her life at the university and reminiscing about my own time there. Finally, around seven o’clock, we returned to the house.

  There was music playing loudly and all the rooms in the common areas were filled with people holding plastic cups, talking and laughing. We pressed our way over to the keg and we each poured ourselves a cup of beer. By the time we’d finished our second beers, Ashley had been approached by a nice looking young guy and they started talking. She seemed a little unsure if she should focus on him, but I signaled to her that it was okay. I poured myself a third beer and I made my way through the crowd to the bathroom.

  When I got out, I saw Dante holding a bottle of Corona while talking with somebody. When he saw me, his eyes lit up and he came over to me. We were standing near the stereo, and even though he was speaking loudly, I couldn’t make out what he was saying. After a couple attempts, he pointed up toward the ceiling, then motioned for me to follow him. I followed him through the crowd and up the staircase two floors. “Damn, that music is loud,” he said, walking down the hallway.

  “Where are we going?”

  “My room,” he said. “It’s quiet in there and we can talk.”

  As soon as we got inside his room, he closed the door and began kissing me. I was shocked, though I shouldn’t have been – and wouldn’t have been if I hadn’t just had three beers on an empty stomach. As he held my body close to his and ran his hands of me, I was getting so wet and so attracted to him. Feeling his hard, strong body against me was intoxicating. I decided that it was okay if we kissed, as long as we didn’t have sex. I ran my hands over his back and his ass, and kissed him passionately. He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it onto the floor.

  When we got on the bed, he quickly took off my jeans. I still had on my panties, I figured, so it was okay. The bed was unmade and musty smelling, and I would never have been there sober but I just rolled with it. As we were making out, he licked two fingers and slipped them underneath my panties. His fingers were roaming around my clit, rubbing me just the right way. But I needed more.

  “Put your fingers inside a bit,” I said.

  Dante pulled off my panties, then kneeling at my crotch, stuck two fingers inside of me, in and out. I hadn’t planned on taking my panties off but it was just playing around, not sex. Then he leaned forward and began licking my clit. In a matter of minutes, I felt a powerful orgasm roll over my body.

  Dante stood up, dropped his jeans and removed his underwear. I was going to tell him to stop, but I was shocked at what I saw. He had an uncircumcised cock that was twice as long as my husband’s and easily three times as thick. Although I knew I shouldn’t do it, as his dark black body crawled on top of me, I just lifted my legs up and wide, offering him access. He slowly began sticking his cock inside of me, inch by inch. I need to use lubrication with my husband, but I was incredibly wet for Dante and in just a few strokes he was fully inside of me. Having such a large cock inside of me was a revelation, a totally different kind of sex. Dante leaned in and we kissed wildly as he thundered powerfully inside of me. I don’t know if was the angle he was thrusting or what, but my clit was totally being stimulated and I came three times during intercourse.

  Dante then moved up, put my legs over his shoulders and began pounding me hard. I could tell from his breathing that he was nearing his climax.

  “Don’t cum inside of me,” I told him. “Cum on my belly. I’m not on birth control.” After th
e birth of our youngest, I had my husband get a vasectomy. Obviously I hadn’t planned on having sex, so I wasn’t prepared.

  Dante nodded. “Oh, yeah. I’m there, baby. I’m right there, right there.” His face grimaced and he grunted, pressing his cock deep inside of me. He leaned down and began kissing me. Although I kissed him back, even though my drunken haze, I knew it was dangerous. His mighty black balls, pressed against my ass cheeks, were jerking violently as they filled my womb with hundreds of millions of his sperm.

  Dante rolled off next to me, laying on his stomach. “Damn,” he said, “I need a nap.”

  I laid down on top of him. I pulled the sheet up just enough to cover our asses, then laid there for a short while, my hand covering his. I couldn’t sleep with the music pounding through the walls, plus being awake from sex, but Dante managed to catch a quick nap. He woke up, looked at the clock on the dresser, then said, “Damn. That was some good shit but I gotta get back to the party.”

  He jumped out of bed and threw his clothes back on. “Take your time.”

  When he closed the door, I slowly got out of bed, put my clothes back on, then made it downstairs. When I got down there, it was obvious from the looks that everybody knew what had gone on between me and Dante.

  Ashley walked up to me, a huge smile on her face. “Way to go, auntie! You should come back for more of our parties.”

  Don’t think I don’t plan on it!

  HER BLACK BABY DADDY

  WANTS ANOTHER BABY!

  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.

  * * *

  “Michael, we need to talk,” my wife Emily said, sitting next to me on the couch. “Lester wants another baby.”

  When I met Emily three years ago, she was pregnant by Lester, a dark-skinned black guy who was about fifteen years older than her. They weren’t in any kind of formal relationship and Lester had five children by four other women, so I wasn’t surprised that he had no intention of marrying her. I immediately started dating her and, when our daughter was born, I signed an affidavit of paternity and put my name on the birth certificate. Over the years, Lester would stop by and see his daughter about once or twice a year. I had always figured that this would be the extent of his involvement with my wife.

  “I thought we were going to try for our own baby?”

  “I know,” Emily said. “But Lester wants to try for a boy. You’ve been a great father, but Lester pointed out that he’s concerned that if we have our own children, his daughter might be treated second-best. And it would be better if our children all had the same mother and father. It’s the best thing for the children.” She put her hand on my lap. “You understand, don’t you?”

  I wasn’t happy about it, but I agreed that it made sense. After Emily gave birth, we had been using condoms for birth control because we were planning on trying for a child. Emily was tracking her cycle and she was about to start ovulating that night. The timing was perfect and she invited Lester over to spend the night. When he arrived, in a matter of minutes they were in our bedroom and their clothes on the floor.

  Lester ran his large black hands over Emily’s thin frame. I was impressed at how muscular he was for a man in his forties, with huge biceps and broad shoulders. His cock was nearly a foot long and as thick as a vacuum hose, fully erect against her belly. They kissed wildly as they caressed each other’s bodies.

  “Suck my cock, bitch,” Lester said.

  Obediently, Emily dropped to her knees. She took his large cock into her mouth, her eyes wide as his huge cock went into her mouth. “It’s so big,” she said. “I’ve missed your cock so much.” His cock was so big that she could only take half of it in her mouth before she would start to gag. Her hands were on his ass cheeks and his legs, worshipping his powerful black body as she pleasured him orally.

  “All right, bitch, that’s enough.” He pointed at the bed. “Let me fuck that white pussy.”

  Emily eagerly complied. Although she was always telling me what to do, she was totally submissive with her black stud. Her knees were bent and her legs wide open, eager to receive Lester’s mighty cock. He spit on his cockhead to wet the tip, then ran the length of his cock up and down her slit. As he did, I could see just how deep inside of her his mammoth cock would go.

  “Please, baby,” Emily pleaded. “I haven’t had a real cock in me for years. I need to feel you inside me.”

  “Tell me you need my black cock.”

  “I need it, baby. I fucking need that black cock!”

  Lester pushed his cock inside of her, inch by inch. My wife put her legs up around his waist, and they began kissing passionately as his thick black weapon relentlessly assaulted her wet, fertile cunt.

  “Oh, God, Lester,” Emily said, her face a mix of pleasure and awe, her face and chest red and sweaty. “It feels so fucking good. It feels…” Her head rolled back and she moaned as a powerful orgasm coursed through her body. She praised his cock, how large and thick it felt, and how it hit all the right places, as he put her through three more orgasms before changing positions.

  “On your knees, bitch,” he said. She quickly did so and he slapped her ass. “I’m gonna fuck you like a dog, you white bitch.”

  Emily’s back was straight, her arms fully extended as Lester began jack hammering her fertile cunt. My wife’s eyes were rolling back in her head as she groaned in pleasure. “It’s going so fucking deep,” she sighed. Lester’s hands were holding her ass cheeks as he fucked her, occasionally stopping to give a loud, stinging slap to her ass cheeks. Her ass was bright red, with his hand marks welted onto her.

  “Face down, bitch.” Lester reached down and pushed her shoulders down so that her face was right against the bed. Emily’s face was now right against the bed, moaning in pleasure as he fucked her magnificently.

  “Oh, shit. Oh, shit, bitch,” Lester said. “Oh, shit, I’m cumming!” As he said that, Emily was announcing an orgasm of her own. Lester pressed balls deep inside of her, jerking violently as he ejaculated deep inside my wife’s womb, flooding her with his black sperm. Lester leaned down and she turned her head to kiss him.

  “I’m going to be pregnant, I know it,” Emily said. Although I don’t know for sure whether he impregnated her that night, he bred her for four straight days before he left. Sure enough, a pregnancy test confirmed that Emily was pregnant. Nine months later, she gave birth to another baby girl. Although Lester is happy to have another child, he still wants to have a boy. Emily is still sore from giving birth but in a couple of months, she will be ready for another breeding session. Personally, I can’t wait until she’s healed so that I can roll on a condom and have sex with her, too!

  GOING BLACK AT THE BURGER JOINT

  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 a
ge or older. All rights reserved.

  * * *

  “Jacob, I have some great news!” My wife Jessica’s eyes were all lit up. “I got a job!”

  Jessica had stayed home after giving birth to our first child, but now with the baby in day care, she decided to go back to work. She had applied at a number of different places in retail and at restaurants, but she was having trouble finding a job. Then she applied to the local hamburger fast food restaurant.

  She was interviewed by Silas, a handsome, muscular black guy. Silas appeared to be in his earlier twenties, so he was a few years younger than her, but she could tell that he was very attracted to her. I wasn’t surprised to hear that he was attracted to her. My Jessica is a blonde knockout in her mid-twenties, and even after the baby she managed to lose the weight by working out and eating right.

  “That’s wonderful,” I said, giving her a big hug. She said she was starting on Monday.

  She seemed to be having a great time at her new job. After the first couple of weeks, I noticed that she seemed a little distant and that she was texting a lot. She said she was texting with her friend Jane, but she kept the phone away from me whenever I would walk by. I decided that I would stop by her work and see what was going on.

 

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