MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  Dropping her legs down, Kenjon placed his hands on my wife’s neck. I started to get concerned at that moment, and I could see my wife’s eyes widen as he began to hold himself up using her neck. He was thrusting violently inside of her, his face grimacing menacingly as he stabbed her with his giant cock. Finally he pushed in deep. His cock and balls pulsed as he filled my wife with his cream. At that moment, I lost control and my penis popped in my hands, dribbling spunklet drops down my fingers. My wife’s hands went up around her black lover’s back and down to his waist as they kissed.

  That was the first time that I’d watched my wife with a black lover, but it wasn’t the last. Over the last three months I’ve watched her fuck over a dozen different black guys. All of them were dark-skinned, muscular, and well-equipped. Hannah has really come alive, and she seems so much happier than I’ve seen her in years. Her new attitude is incredibly sexy, and we’re having sex all the time now. I wish she’d started fucking black guys sooner!

  MY WIFE MOVED IN

  WITH HER BLACK LOVER

  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.

  * * *

  “Oh, God, baby,” my wife Samantha said, moaning as she was fucked hard by her black lover.

  Marquess was tall with broad shoulders and a powerful, muscular body. She had met him at her work and asked me if I would allow her to fuck him just once. She’d always wondered about black guys and she’d heard from a co-worker that he was well-equipped. The rumor was true.

  “It feels so good, Marquess,” she moaned. “It’s so big and thick, it feels so full inside. You’re hitting all the right places. Even places I didn’t know existed.” She looked into his eyes with a look of awe. “This is sex. This is what sex is supposed to be!”

  I was sitting in the corner, jerking off as I watched them fucking. Marquess didn’t eat her pussy or even try to touch her clit, yet my wife was orgasming over and over. He just concentrated on himself, position after position, and he brought her off easily and repeatedly. I came twice jerking off to them. They made love three more times that night, and once again in the shower the next morning. After he left, Samantha sat me down for a talk.

  “I want to keep dating him.” She said firmly. “I’m going to keep dating him. I had no idea that sex could be like that. You’re a nice guy and I love you, but I need him. I need that in my life.”

  Samantha made it clear that if I didn’t accept Marquess as her lover, she would leave me. I wasn’t happy about it but I wanted to keep our family together – after all, we had two children together. For the next couple of months, Marquess came over to our house three or four times a week to have sex with my wife in our bed. Those nights, I would sleep in the guest room.

  Then Marquess and Samantha sat me down. They wanted to live together as a couple, and they wanted me to move out.

  “It’s an hour drive for me each way to get here from my apartment,” Marquess said. “I want to fuck your wife’s sweet pussy every day.” Of course, Samantha was only giving me sex once or twice a month, but three or four times a week wasn’t enough for her black stud.

  I refused. “This is my house. If you want to live together, she can move in with you.”

  That’s exactly what happened. Samantha moved in with black lover about an hour away. She’s now getting royally fucked once or twice a day. The kids still live with me and she visits them every other weekend. What Marquess doesn’t know, though, is that she’s cheating on him with me. I’m still getting some action off of my wife once or twice a month. She has sex with Marquess on a Saturday morning, then she stops by and I ravish her, eating her semen-soaked beaver. Then I slip inside of her loose, spent cunt and fuck her further. It’s a great situation, really. I’m getting as much sex as ever.

  There’s one thing that’s happened, though, that I’m not sure about. I had a vasectomy after our second child was born, and now Samantha is pregnant with Marquess’s baby. He’s told Samantha that he wants a large family and he expects me to raise the children at my house – and, since I’m the husband and any of Samantha’s babies are “my” children, he expects me to pay the full cost for them. Samantha just had an ultrasound and it’s going to be a boy, and our kids are excited that they have a baby brother on the way.

  For his part, Marquess tells me that he loves the whole situation. He gets to start a family without having the financial responsibility or having to discipline the kids. Any children he has with Samantha will call him “Uncle Mark,” and he will visit his biological children every once in a while and spoil them. And by having me take care of the day-to-day child rearing and expenses, Samantha will be free to focus on her relationship with Marquess. I don’t know how this will all work out, but I’m excited to start this new chapter in our lives!

  MY WIFE STILL LOVES HER BLACK EX

  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.

  * * *

  “Hey Brandon, it’s Taylor,” my wife said. “I’m going to the grocery store. I’ll be back around seven. Love you, honey.”

  I was a little suspicious. Why would it take her over two hours to go to the grocery store? And two doors down from the store was Montrell, her black ex-boyfriend. Taylor and I had some difficulties and we decided to “take a break” a little less than a year ago. I assumed that we were just spending time apart, but then I learned that Taylor had taken a lover. They lived together for about six months and there was a lot of yelling, and some domestic violence allegations as well. Then she came back to me, with a black eye, and we moved back in together.

  But over the last four months or so, things still weren’t great between us. When we made love, I could tell that Taylor wasn’t sexually satisfied. She told me that Montrell’s cock was much larger than mine, but mine was fine. Also, she understood that Montrell would be better in bed because he had so much more experience than I did. Her black lover, she informed me, had slept with well over a hundred women. (Although he may have as many as twenty kids, he only admits to six of them and claims that “the bitches are just trying to pin their kids on me.”) Often when we’d have sex, I knew that she was fantasizing about her black stud.

  After quickly changing out of my work clothes, I decided that I would drive over to the grocery store and see what was really happening. Sure enough, I found Taylor’s car in the parking lot but after walking through the store, I couldn’t find her. I left the store and walked down to Montrell’s house. Standing behind a bush, I peeked in through the bedroom window. Sure enough, Taylor was naked and laying in the bed with Montrell, who was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. They were kissing and caressing each other.

  “You couldn’t resist this black cock, could you?” Montrell said.

  My wife r
eached into his shorts and began gently tugging on his cock. “I miss it so much. It feels so good inside of me. Your cock is like a mighty oak tree and my husband’s is like a little twig. I can’t really feel him inside of me. The only way I can tell that we’re having sex is that he’s moving his hips.”

  Montrell chuckled. “Yeah, you love that black cock, bitch. Go on and suck it. Suck on that black cock.”

  Taylor pulled his boxers down around his ankles, exposing his formidable manhood. Although he wasn’t fully erect, he was a good nine inches long and as thick as a fat cucumber. My wife eagerly took his cock in her hands and began to lavish it with attention, her tongue licking and swirling over it, then taking it into her mouth. Taylor hardly ever gave me a blowjob, saying that it was “dirty,” but here she was gobbling his black cock like a woman obsessed. Soon, Montrell was fully erect.

  “Let’s do it doggy,” he said.

  My wife got on her hands and knees. Montrell got behind her and slowly began to penetrate her.

  “Oh, God,” Taylor moaned. “It’s so big. It feels so good.” As he inched his way inside of her, deeper with each thrust, she continued to praise him and his cock. I’d always thought that my wife was just quiet in bed, but she wasn’t quiet at all with Montrell.

  “Yeah, bitch,” Montrell said, reaching down and around her leg to play with her clit. The bed was squeaking loudly as they rocked. “Your pussy feels real good. Nice and tight.”

  “Ooooohh,” Taylor moaned. She was breathing heavily and clearly was enjoying the action. “I’m cumming, baby!”

  I couldn’t believe it. Taylor seldom orgasmed with me, and even when she did it always took a long time. But Montrell was able to get her off quickly and repeatedly. When I would feel my wife orgasm, I would lose control and climax but Montrell just kept pounding her, putting her through four orgasms.

  They moved into the missionary position, kissing passionately as Montrell pistoned his cock deep inside of my wife’s cunt. “It feels so good, baby,” Taylor cooed. “My pussy feels so good with a big cock. I love you, Montrell!” Then she began having another orgasm just as Montrell’s muscular body tensed up. I could see his huge black balls jerking as he filled my wife’s cunt with his baby batter.

  “I love you, baby,” Taylor said, looking deep into his eyes. Montrell leaned down and kissed her, saying, “I love you, too.” His cock was still embedded in my wife’s cunt, and I could see some of his cum oozing out around his thick black barrel.

  I sneaked away and went back home. When my wife arrived home from the grocery store, she was very happy and pleasant. When I made love to her that night, she felt looser than usual, but I think we both were excited knowing that Montrell had fucked her earlier in the day. We both orgasmed and it was some of the best sex we’ve had in years!

  PREGNANT BY AN OLD BLACK GUY

  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.

  * * *

  “What do you think, Andrew?” my twenty-four-year-old wife Alexis asked, sitting on the couch next to me.

  “I don’t know,” I replied.

  She had just presented me with the most incredible idea. She had met Sammy, an old black man in his late sixties who sometimes came into her restaurant. He had a terminal illness and only had only a couple of years to live. His wife wasn’t able to conceive and she’d died a few years ago, and he didn’t have anybody close to him who would inherit his money. Sammy was worth over two million dollars and a nice house, and he wanted to leave it to his child. And he asked Alexis if she would carry his child.

  “And it’s not just his money,” Alexis continued. “There are also Social Security benefits that would help pay for the baby until it turns eighteen.” She leaned in. “After I have his baby, we’ll have our own.” Although I was hesitant at first, after some long and serious discussion, we decided that it made sense for us.

  When Alexis told Sammy, she said he was elated. She quickly went off the pill and began tracking her cycle. She pinpointed when she would be ovulating, and she took the week off from work. I moved into the guest room for the week so that Sammy could sleep in our bed with my wife.

  When Sammy arrived in blue jeans and a dress shirt, pulling his luggage behind him, I was surprised at how good he looked. He was tall, handsome and dark-skinned. Although he was clearly an older gentleman, he had kept himself in great shape, with a muscular physique. He had a strong grip and I was a little intimidated by him.

  When Alexis arrived at the door to greet him, she was wearing nothing but sexy lingerie. She had to lean up to kiss him, and he put his powerful arms around her. They seemed a little too familiar and friendly together, and I suddenly wondered whether this was really the first time that they were going to have sex. My wife led her black lover to our bedroom and helped him put his stuff away.

  Alexis and Sammy embraced and kissed, all the while slowly removing their clothes. When his shorts came off, I was surprised at the size of his cock. It had to be ten inches long and as thick as my wrist! My wife dropped to her knees and took his black cock into her mouth. She was corkscrewing her head, giving him a world-class blowjob while massaging his sack. His head was leaning back and he was moaning as his cock hardened even further. I was surprised that he was so hard at his age!

  Then Alexis laid down on the bed and spread her legs wide. Sammy got up between her legs. He rubbed the head of his cock over his slit, wetting it and rubbing her clit, then finally pressed it into her entrance.

  “Oh, wow!” Alexis said, her eyes growing. “That’s so big!” As he pressed in deeper, she was in heaven. “It feels so good, Sammy. I had no idea a cock could feel like that. I feel so full! It’s touching all the right places.”

  Sammy lowered himself onto his elbows and began kissing Alexis as his hips pumped hard. My wife was moaning loudly, despite her mouth filled with Sammy’s tongue. Her delicate white arms went up over his powerful black shoulders, holding him close to her. She lifted her legs up and locked her ankles behind his waist. “Oh god, I’m cumming!” she announced. I could see her belly contracting involuntarily as his mighty black cock brought her to climax. A couple of minutes later, she groaned through a second orgasm.

  Finally, Sammy couldn’t take any more. “Here I come, baby!” He pushed in balls deep and fired his seed deep inside my wife’s fertile cunt. Alexis began to climax again, simultaneously orgasming with her black lover. I saw his thick black shaft pulsing as he deposited a few more blasts of baby batter into her womb. They again kissed, then he rolled off of her.

  The entire week Alexis and Sammy were having sex, sometimes in the bedroom but also throughout the house, wherever the mood struck them. Some nights, while I was sleeping in the guest room, I could hear my wife’s powerful orgasms and I masturbated to the sounds. Of course, Alexis and I didn’t have any sex that week. And after Sammy left, we used condoms until the pregnancy test confirmed that my wife was pregnant.

  All though the pregnancy, Sammy would still have sex with my wife. Sometimes he would stop by late at night when I was sleeping, let himself into our house and slip into bed with my wife. When the sounds of them making love would wake me up, I would just kiss Alexis and excuse myself to the guest room.

  When we went for the first ultrasound, we learned some wonderful news – Alexis was pregnant with triplets! Sammy was proud as peaches when he heard th
e news. When the babies were born, he cut the umbilical cords and signed the birth certificates. Unfortunately, though, my wife had a bad blood infection and nearly died in childbirth. The doctors told her that it would be very dangerous to have any more children, so she had her tubes tied at the hospital.

  A few months later, Sammy passed away. We found out that Sammy didn’t actually have millions of dollars after all, but our children did inherit his house and Social Security is helping to defray the cost of raising them. But I don’t really care about the cost. I love our kids – two boys and a girl – and I couldn’t be any happier if their skin were as white as mine!

  SHE WENT BLACK AT

  THE CHRISTMAS PARTY

  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.

  * * *

  “What do you mean, no spouses allowed?” I asked my 27-year-old wife Elizabeth. She showed me the Christmas invite from her company. It was being held on a Friday night and it specifically said that it was for employees only.

  “That’s the rule, Austin,” she said. “The company isn’t allowing anybody except employees to attend the party. A lot of companies do it. They say it’s to save money. And by making everybody stay the night at the hotel, it reduces the risk of drunk driving.” She shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe some of the owners don’t want their wives at the party.”