MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  Actually, I felt a little relieved. I hate going to those office parties. This would allow me to stay at home while she put in face time with her co-workers. But when the night came, I got a little worried. She was all dolled up in a sexy evening gown. I kissed her goodnight and off she went.

  Late around midnight, I heard my phone beep. I had a text from Elizabeth: “Hey Juwan I’m in room 512. Do you have rubbers?”

  Suddenly, I felt my stomach drop. Elizabeth had mentioned Juwan before. He was a ladies’ man and always hitting on her. Although he was tall, handsome and muscular, and a coworker of hers said that he was very well-endowed and knows how to use it, she said she just ignored his advances. But now it sounded like she was going to have sex with him.

  I jumped in my car, drove out to the hotel, and went up to the fifth floor. When I got to room 512, I could hear some moaning inside. I slowly tried the door handle, and I was surprised that it was unlocked. Sitting on the end of the bed, completely naked, was my wife Elizabeth. She was leaning down and sucking on the cock of a tall, powerfully-built black man. I was stunned not only at what they were doing but the size of his cock – it was twice as long as mine and incredibly thick. I’d always thought it was just a rumor about black guys having big cocks, but at least for Juwan it was the truth. His hands were on her head, pulling her down onto his cock, and she was making loud slurping noises.

  “Oh, shit, wait,” she said, pulling back for a breath. “This is too much.” She was clearly drunk. “Austin has this tiny little pee-pee.” She held up her pinkie finger, laughing. “It’s easy to take his whole pin prick in my mouth.”

  “Just suck it, bitch,” he said, pulling her back.

  Again she took an impossibly large amount of cock into her throat, then backed off, gagging. “I can’t. It’s too big.”

  “That’s fine,” he said, pushing her back onto the bed. “Let me have some pussy, then.” His cock was fully erect, pointing upward a bit and sticking out a good ten inches. It was menacing, aiming at her vulnerable white vagina. “Damn, bitch, you are so fucking wet,” he said, rubbing the head in her pussy juices.

  “You’re just so sexy,” my wife replied. “I’m so horny for you.”

  As he pushed the head inside of her, I realized that he wasn’t wearing a rubber. Elizabeth and I use condoms for birth control, and she wasn’t on the pill. I tried to remember when she’d last had her period. As best as I could remember, it was about two weeks ago. It couldn’t be a worse time as far as getting pregnant goes.

  “Oh, shit, it feels so good!” Elizabeth was moaning and groaning as he pushed in deeper, thrust after thrust. “Ooooh, shit, it’s so thick! It feels amazing!” Soon enough he was balls deep, and thrusting powerfully inside of my wife’s cunt. His muscular frame was so much larger than hers, dwarfing her tiny white body as he moved like a machine. Over and over, his mighty weapon penetrated her, relentlessly stabbing into her. She was beside herself, moaning in delight.

  “Yeah, you like that?” Juwan said, sweat rolling down his body. “You white bitches love the black cock.”

  “Oh, god, baby! Oh, god, I’m cumming!” Elizabeth arched her back, crying in pleasure as a powerful wave of ecstasy coursed through her body. I was amazed because she’d never had an orgasm during intercourse with me, only from oral sex. But Juwan’s colossal cock kept her right on the edge, rolling through a series of orgasms.

  “I’m there baby,” he announced.

  “Oh, god, baby. Pull out, okay? I’m not on birth control.”

  Juwan threw his head back. “Uuuuunnnngh,” he grunted as he pushed his cock deep inside of my wife. “Ungh! Ungh!” With a few more small thrusts, he kept his cock pressed against her cervix, blasting her womb with his seed. Elizabeth’s hands were on his back as they kissed, and she lifted her legs up around his. As it happened, I knew that she was being impregnated, that hundreds of millions of vigorous African sperm were searching for her waiting egg.

  I quietly closed the door and drove home. When she arrived home on Saturday, she told me all about the party but she didn’t mention Juwan. Then on Monday night, we made love. Interestingly, we had sex without a condom because she said “it’s time to start trying for the baby.” A few weeks later, she started feeling nauseated, and a pregnancy test confirmed what we already knew. I suppose it’s possible that I might be the biological father. I guess we’ll find out in the hospital!

  HER BLACK CHURCH PASTOR!

  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 Kyle. My wife Jasmine is 22 years old and she’s a very religious Christian. She attends a Pentecostal megachurch, meaning that the congregation believes in “speaking in tongues.” They also have strict dress standards called “holiness standards” that mostly impact the women: no makeup, no jewelry, no shorts for men and no pants for women. They don’t even allow women to cut their hair.

  Jasmine is a wonderful woman and the most honest person I’ve ever met. She follows the dress standards but, like many of the women at the church, it doesn’t mean that she’s a prude. When I met her, we had sex on the first date. In addition, she wasn’t married and she’d had a child out-of-wedlock. The father was a sexy African model and he refused to allow her to put the child up for adoption; he wanted to take the child back to Africa to sell on the black market. Jasmine refused, and ended up raising the child alone.

  While dating her, I asked her how many sexual partners she’d had. She was very embarrassed to admit that she had slept with 18 different guys, and she had contracted venereal disease three times but had it treated. I found her combination of stunning beauty, combined with complete honesty and an innocent nature but an inability to control her raw sexuality, to be totally intoxicating. When we married, I knew that she wasn’t going to be monogamous.

  Jasmine’s church is mixed race, with a fairly equal mix of whites, Latinos, and blacks. Although Jasmine was attracted to men of all races, she had always been primarily attracted to black men. She said that she loved everything about them: the way they look, move, and sound. In addition, in her experience, they were better endowed than other guys. She had dated a number of guys at the church but she wasn’t dating anybody at the moment.

  A couple of months ago, the church appointed a new pastor, Virgil Brown. The guy was in his mid-thirties and, according to Jasmine, incredibly handsome and charismatic. When he came into the church, there were rumors that he was kicked out of his former church for cheating on his wife by having improper relationships with some of the younger women. However, those are just rumors. The church broadcasts on television and having somebody charismatic and telegenic is important.

  Last week, Jasmine told me that Pastor Virgil called her into his office. He told her that he found her incredibly attractive. He also said that he’d prayed about it. God told him that he wanted Jasmine to be his sexual partner and, in God’s eyes, she was his true wife and he was her true husband. Jasmine said she was flattered to learn this, and she had wondered whether the strong physical attraction she had to the dark-skinned pastor came from God. Before she left, they kissed passionately and agreed that they would meet in his office two hours before each service for some “private counseling.” I told Jasmine that if it was God’s will, I certainly wouldn’t stand in their way, but I hoped that I could get the chance to watch. She s
aid that she would call me and let me listen in.

  Before the Monday night service, Jasmine arrived a couple of hours early. Underneath her conservative dress, she was wearing a sexy bra and matching panties. I was at my house in my bedroom, waiting for the call. Jasmine discreetly made the call, put her phone into her purse, and set her purse down on a chair next to his desk. When my phone rang, I pressed mute and turned up the volume.

  I could hear the two of them kissing.

  “You’re such a great kisser,” Jasmine said.

  “I want to kiss you between your legs,” he said. “I want to taste that sweet, white pussy.”

  “That’s it, baby,” Jasmine said. “Take off my panties. I’ll lay down on the desk while you eat my pussy.”

  My wife was clearly vocalizing everything for my benefit. I appreciated that but I hoped that Pastor Virgil didn’t catch on. Soon my wife was moaning. “Oh, yes, baby. Right there. Now stick in a couple of fingers… Oooh, yes…”

  After he put her through an orgasm, Jasmine offered to suck his cock. “Let me pull down those underpants… Oh, my goodness! Your cock is huge!” She sounded genuinely surprised.

  “It’s eleven inches,” Pastor Virgil said proudly. “Is it bigger than your husband’s?”

  Jasmine giggled. “Jeesh, he’s less than half that! He says his penis is five inches long but he’s definitely rounding up. Honestly, I think it’s more like four.”

  “Wow, that’s little.”

  “It’s okay,” she said. “I can’t feel him during intercourse but there’s always oral sex. And my vibrator. The worst part is that he can’t even thrust very much without his little thing slipping out.”

  “What about your baby daddy? He was black.”

  “He had a decent cock, probably eight inches, but nothing like this! And you’re so thick, too. I don’t know if I can take all of it.”

  Jasmine laid down on the desk and spread her legs. Sure enough, she was able to take all of it. She was moaning and crying in pleasure, praising the pastor for his mighty God-given rod. He had staying power, too. He lasted a good ten minutes and put my wife through four orgasms in the meantime.

  “Do it, baby. Cum inside of me,” my wife begged. “Fill me with your black sperm.”

  I heard Pastor Virgil groan loudly, then the two of them kissing.

  “I love you,” he said.

  “I love you, too, baby,” she replied. “I love you madly.”

  That was the last thing I heard before she ended the phone call. Later that night, I made love to my wife while she described in detail everything that happened with her black lover. Since that time, she now has sex with him in the church three times a week, on Mondays, Wednesdays and Sundays. A couple of times a week, he comes to our house at night after our son is asleep and makes love to my wife on our marital bed. When he leaves, I slip into bed with my wife and enjoy sloppy seconds with her well-used cunt while she describes their lovemaking in detail. Jasmine just found out that she’s pregnant, and we’re both wondering whether I’m the biological father or whether it’s Pastor Virgil. Either way, we know that God has a plan and it’s all in his hands, and that any baby that Jasmine has will be raised by me.

  IRRESISTABLE AND BLACK

  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 Addison. A few weeks ago, I went to a baby shower for my friend Isabella. She’d accidentally gotten pregnant by a guy named Jamaad, a black guy she’d hooked up with a few times. Isabella wasn’t the type of girl who had sex outside of a relationship. But Jamaad isn’t your regular boy, and she made an exception for him.

  I know you’re going to judge me for what happened but it wasn’t planned at all. Besides, they weren’t a couple and they weren’t planning on even trying. Isabella had decided to raise the child alone. Luckily, she had a dozen of friends there to give her gifts and help defray the cost of a newborn.

  At the party, Jamaad walked in and introduced himself. I was surprised at just how handsome and sexy he was. He stood about 6’4. He was very muscular, with dark skin and broad shoulders. The guy clearly worked out. I’d heard from Isabella that he was well-equipped - so large, in fact, that sometimes it was too much and she couldn’t take all of him. He was confident, walking with a strut and swagger. It was clear that he knew he was irresistible, and evidently he could sense my attraction.

  “You must be Addison,” he said in a deep voice, smiling broadly. He gave me a hug that lasted just a bit too long. I could feel the large, semi-erect bulge in his pants pressing against my light green dress. “You work in sales for a tech company, right?”

  I was flattered that he’d heard a little about me. As we chatted, I found him to be incredibly charismatic. I nervously played with my glasses and twirled my hair. I could smell his sexy, masculine scent and I felt myself getting wet. I’d never been with a black guy and I was curious. I felt incredibly attracted to him and I understood why Isabella would have had sex with him, no-strings-attached. He told me that he was staying in town for business at a hotel. He wrote down his hotel room number and his phone number, and he told me that if we wanted to continue the conversation further, I should come to his room.

  After Jamaad left, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. While Isabella was opening her gifts, I couldn’t concentrate. My panties were getting soaked thinking about having sex with her black baby daddy. As soon as the party ended, I called my husband James and told him that I was going out with some of the girls for drinks and I would call him when we were done. Then I called Jamaad and let him know that I was coming over to “continue our conversation.”

  “I can’t wait,” he replied.

  When I arrived at his hotel room, he was standing there wearing just a towel and holding two glasses of champagne. I eagerly drank it down while we made small talk. As soon as I finished, he leaned in and began kissing me, and his towel fell to the floor. My arms reflexively went around his back, holding his brawny chest against mine as my tongue danced around his. I could feel his thick black organ pressing itself between my legs, straining against my dress and seeking my white womanhood. My vagina was swelling in response, opening up to receive the black invader.

  Jamaad quickly took my dress off. I was standing there wearing nothing more than eyeglasses and a bra and panties as we kissed. I admired his strapping physique, and I slowly kissed my way down his athletic body until I reached his formidable manhood. Although I’d been with larger men before meeting James, I had never seen a cock quite this large. It was thick as a double barrel shotgun, large and veiny and topped with a purple head nearly as large as an apple.

  Compared to my husband’s little pocketknife, it was no contest, Jamaad’s potent African spear was rock hard and menacing. I lowered my mouth onto the head and took it inside. I swirled my tongue around it, then slowly tried to take him a little deeper into my mouth. I felt Jamaad’s mighty black hands gripping the back of my head, pulling me forward and forcing his black monster into my throat.

  “That’s it, baby,” he said, pulling me hard. The giant cockhead was blocking my air passage and I couldn’t breath. As hard as I tried not to, I gagged and pushed him back from me. My saliva was dripping from his cock as he pulled my head forward again and forced his cock back inside of my mouth. I took him a little deeper this time, but again I gagged. This time I mov
ed to the side of his shaft, licking his impossibly-thick cock and stroking it with my hands.

  Jamaad pulled me to my feet. He reached behind me and unhooked my bra, freeing my ample cleavage. His hands then roamed to my bottom, then he hooked his fingers around the sides of my panties and slipped them off of me. When we embraced again, I felt his immense manhood pressing against my slippery wet vagina, and I swiveled my hips, massaging his tool with my crotch.

  My black lover suddenly spun me around and laid me down on the bed. His mammoth black frame got on top of me and he lined his mighty cock at my eager entrance. As he pressed in his first few inches, I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt. I was feeling a new cock for the first time since I’d met my husband, and as he relentlessly forced himself deeper and deeper inside of me, I felt the most breathtaking pleasure. His gargantuan black cock was pressing my cunt fully open, and the pressure all around it was stunningly pleasurable. As he began pistoning in and out, I could feel it rubbing my g-spot, but also my erect clit being rubbed by the base of his cock with each thrust. The delightful sensations that I had only associated with my clitoris could be felt throughout my entire sex organs. It was an ecstasy that I’d never felt before, and frankly had never known was even possible.

  I stared adoringly into Jamaad’s eyes as we kissed. My legs were up against his sides, my hands running up and down his athletic black body. I was moaning uncontrollably as powerful orgasms swept through my entire body, sending waves of pleasure from head to toe. Although sex with my husband is pleasurable and he always makes me cum, this was an experience altogether different and far greater. I had nearly a dozen orgasms before Jamaad flipped us over.

  Now in the cowgirl position, Jamaad began kissing my breasts. My nipples were fully erect and I loved the sensation of his mouth on them. I rode him hard, and I loved feeling his hands holding my ass as I hunched my groin hard against him. His cock was buried deep as I rubbed my clit against his groin with each thrust, and I came two more times before Jamaad suggested we try doggy style.