MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance
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Jamaad took up station behind me. As he pushed in, I felt him going even deeper. His giant cock head was pressing against my cervix and it felt uncomfortable. He began thrusting inside of me, not quite fully deep, and it felt spectacular. He was pounding fast and furiously, holding my hips as his black weapon invaded me over and over.
“Oh, god, baby,” he called out. “I’m cumming!” I wanted to orgasm with him, and thankfully I did. I was groaning loudly as I felt him stab me fully, his cockhead pressed tightly against my cervix as he blasted his seed deep inside of me. As he moaned, I could feel the wet, warm sensation of his huge load filling my cavity. When he finished, I rose up, standing on my knees and leaned back to kiss him. We then cuddled for a bit before I showered and drove him.
I never told my husband about what really happened that day, and he doesn’t seem to suspect a thing. I started feeling nauseated a few days ago, and I just took a pregnancy test. When I told James that I’m pregnant, he was very happy and excited. I did make love with James a few weeks ago, so I can’t say for sure who is the father. I’m going to visit the doctor and find out just how far along I am. If Jamaad is the biological father, I know he won’t help with the child. James is a nice guy, and I can only hope that he’s man enough to step up to the plate and help us raise our child, no matter the color of its skin.
GOING BLACK AT THE
BACHELORETTE 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.
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“It’s official, Becky,” my friend Alyssa said excitedly as the plane landed. “We’re in Vegas!”
Our friend Megan was getting married and we were holding a bachelorette party for her. Most of the other girls were arriving a little later, but Alyssa and I had booked a red eye flight. We got our luggage, jumped on the shuttle, and made our way over to our hotel.
“I’m so excited to be a single woman for the weekend!” Alyssa, like the rest of us, was in her late twenties and married. I’d been married to my husband Jordan for five years and we had two young kids. Alyssa’s husband had given her a hall pass and she was acting horny as hell, eager to get some strange. But Jordan and I didn’t have any such agreement, so I was going to be a good girl and just have a fun time partying and gambling. Alyssa and I checked into our room and went down to the hotel bar for a drink.
“The other girls won’t show up tonight,” Alyssa said, sipping on a cosmo. “What should we do in the meantime?”
“I’d like to do a little gambling,” I said. “Not too much, though. I don’t want to lose everything—”
“Hey,” she interrupted. “To my right, far end of the bar.” I sipped my mojito while glancing down in that direction. There was a handsome black guy looking and smiling our way. He looked a bit older than us, probably in his early forties. He finished his drink and then walked over to us.
“Hey, ladies,” he said. “I’m Orlando.” We introduced ourselves and he bought us each a second drink. As we talked, we learned that he was an agent representing some of the hottest R&B talent, and he was staying in the “high roller suite.”
“You’re kidding me,” Alyssa said. “That place is like $10,000 a night.”
“Actually it’s more like $25,000.” Orlando shrugged. “But it’s worth it. It’s ten thousand square feet. Would you like to see it?”
Alyssa looked at me, then back to Orlando. “Sure, we’d love to.”
“Why don’t you two freshen up and put on something nice and meet me at my room in an hour?” He gave us room cards. “It has a private elevator. You can get on in the lobby.”
We agreed and went our separate ways. In the elevator, I turned to Alyssa.
“Are you going to sleep with him?”
“Hell, yes,” she said. “We both are!”
“I’m not cheating on my husband.”
“You know what they say.”
“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?”
“You only live once,” Alyssa replied. “And what he doesn’t know doesn’t hurt him.”
We took turns showering and got dressed. As I was putting on my lingerie, Alyssa was staring at me. “What?”
“That’s some sexy stuff you’re wearing. See-through bra, matching panties, garter belts. You weren’t planning on having some fun out here?”
“I just like to look good and feel sexy.”
We both put on sexy lingerie and a nice evening gown. Even though it wasn’t even noon, we were dressed to the nines. We took the elevator down to the lobby, then took the private elevator up to the high roller suite. Alyssa knocked on the door.
Orlando opened the door. “Come in, ladies.” He was wearing blue jeans and a white button-up shirt with the top unbuttoned, exposing some tattoos around his neck. I could smell his cologne, which was spicy and enticing.
“Son of a bitch,” Alyssa said, looking around the room in awe. It was impeccably decorated and well-lit, with wide open with glass windows on the ceiling and windows all around the room. “This is amazing.”
“This is how the other half lives. Why don’t we get some drinks?”
We walked into the kitchen. The whole wall was lined with bottles of high-end liquor. “What’s your pleasure?”
Alyssa asked for her usual cosmo and I requested a margarita. When I sipped it, I noticed that it tasted very strong. The three of us sat down on one of the couches, with Orlando in the middle, and we talked about our husbands and children, and Orlando talked about his fast-paced life in the music industry. I was very turned on by him – his look, scent, personality, and his accomplishments. By the time we had finished our drinks, Alyssa and I were both drunk. Orlando leaned in and kissed me. I couldn’t help but kiss him back. It felt magical, like electricity shooting through my body.
Orlando removed his shirt and then turned to Alyssa. As they kissed, Alyssa asked him to unzip her gown. Soon she was down to just her lingerie. I asked Orlando for help, too. He got behind me, placed his hands around my waist, and began to kiss my neck. It felt so erotic and I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment. Then he unzipped my gown and I shimmied out of it. Alyssa and I were wearing nothing but bra, panties, stockings and garter belts, and it was clear that we were about to have a threesome with a wealthy black stud. I had no idea how to go about this, but I was eager to learn.
Orlando walked us into one of the suite’s bedrooms. He took off his jeans, wearing only a pair of boxers, and the three of us sat down on the bed and, on either side of Orlando, began kissing and fondling him. Just looking at the bulge in his underwear I could tell that he was well-equipped. I kept a hand on his crotch the whole time we kissed, trying my best to get him as hard as possible. I couldn’t resist any longer and I pulled down his waistband, unleashing his mighty cock. When I saw it, I gasped. It looked like one of those huge fake dildos they sell at adult stores as gag gifts, but it was real. That cock had to be a good ten inches long and nearly as thick as a tennis ball!
I seldom give my husband a blowjob, but his little four inch sapling doesn’t exactly inspire a woman’s lust. But Orlando’s tall, mighty oak was so manly, so powerful that I needed to do anything I could to please it and satisfy it. I leaned over and began to suck on his cock. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Alyssa’s bra fall to the floor as Orlando’s cock filled my mouth. It’s masculine scent and flavor got me even more excited, and I l
oved the contrast of his rock hardness beneath his velvety soft black skin. I licked and sucked him, while playing with his balls. His big black testicles were a good match for his cock, as they were also oversized, no doubt overfilled with virile black sperm that were eager to impregnate attractive white women like us. Orlando was moaning as I pleasured him, but he soon told me to stop. I quickly threw aside my bra and panties, and was wearing nothing but a garter and stockings.
Orlando laid down on the bed and had me mount him. As I did, Alyssa bent over his mouth, holding the back of the bed while he at her pussy. I took his huge black cock, rubbed it on my pussy lips to wet it, then began slipping it inside. As I rode him, I was able to go a little deeper with each movement. His cock was so much thicker than my husbands and it felt amazing. It felt so full inside and I enjoyed the head especially, feeling it rubbing against my g-spot as it slid in and out.
Soon we flipped over and Orlando was plowing me in the missionary position. I locked my legs around his waist and I begged him to cum inside of me. Although I use a diaphragm for birth control with my husband and I didn’t bring it with me, it had only been a week since my last period and I felt pretty sure that I wasn’t fertile. When Orlando climaxed, he pushed deep inside of me. I felt his cock pulsing as he shot his sperm deep inside my crevice. We kissed passionately as he stayed inside of me, the last of his black baby batter seeping out to fill me completely.
It only took a couple of minutes for Orlando to get hard again. This time he fucked Alyssa doggy style. It took him a good twenty minutes to cum inside of her, and he was able to bring her off repeatedly before that. The three of us then took a nap in his bed, cuddling together. When we woke up a few hours later, we got dressed and went back to our hotel room.
I didn’t want to tell anybody what happened. But when our friends arrived later that night, Alyssa told everybody what happened. The other women were all excited and jealous. Megan, the future bride, talked about possibly paying a visit to Orlando herself. It was a wild start to our weekend but it only got wilder from there!
MY WIFE AND HER BLACK DOCTOR
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 Samuel. Over the last few months, my wife Olivia has been complaining about a nagging pain in her side. She’s a beautiful twenty-five-year old blonde, and far too young to be experiencing these kinds of pains, so I urged her to go to the doctor. Her primary care physician had left to work at a hospital a couple of hours away, so she decided to try a new doctor at our local doctor’s office.
I’d heard a lot of buzz in the doctor’s office and around town about Dr. Sedrick Williams, the handsome and athletic black doctor who had started working at the office. One of my wife’s friends had mentioned over cocktails that she had slept with Sedrick and he was an amazing lover and well-equipped, too. When Olivia told me that she was seeing Dr. Williams, I wasn’t surprised but I was also a little concerned. Although she’d told me that she’d never been with a black guy, my wife had confessed that she always felt a strong attraction to black guys, feeling that they are particularly masculine and sexy.
After going to see Dr. Williams, Olivia seemed especially pert and happy. I wondered what had gotten into her. She said that she was happy to learn that the medical issue was minor and could be controlled with medication. Still, she said, she had additional checkup appointments with the doctor. When I prodded her, she admitted that she found the doctor very sexy and, if she weren’t a married woman, she’d have been interested in dating him.
On a Wednesday morning, I had to get up early because I had a meeting in the city. Olivia, though, had a doctor’s appointment so she stayed in bed late. I kissed her goodbye and drove off to work. Imagine my panic, though, when I realized that I’d left my laptop (with my presentation on the hard drive) at home! I quickly called the office, informed them of the situation, and turned back toward my house. When I arrived at my driveway, I was surprised not only to see that Olivia’s car was still in the driveway but that there was a Mercedes Roadster parked right next to it. When I tried the door in the garage, I found it was locked. Curious, I slowly slipped my key inside the lock and turned it.
Once inside, I could hear voices coming from down the hallway. I stopped and listened. It was Olivia’s voice and a deep, masculine voice. In my opinion, it sounded like a black man’s voice, and the voices were coming from the bedroom. I tiptoed my way over to the bedroom door, turned the handle gently, and opened the door a crack.
Olivia was standing next to the bed wearing nothing but her silky white bra and panties. A tall, athletic, dark-skinned black man was wearing a blue button-up shirt and jeans. He had his hands around her waist, kissing her, and the crotch of her panties was soaked through.
“I can’t, Sedrick,” Olivia said, gently rebuffing him. “I’m a married woman.”
“It’s okay, baby,” he replied. “A married woman is still a woman. You have needs. Unbutton my shirt.”
My wife stood there for a moment.
“Unbutton my shirt,” he repeated. Looking directly into his eyes, Olivia walked up to him and followed his command, unbuttoning his shirt from top to bottom. When she was finished, he threw his shirt onto the floor.
“Now get on your knees and take off my jeans,” he ordered.
Olivia unzipped his jeans and tugged them down to the floor. Sedrick wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his large black cock sprung out. It was fully erect with a large purple tip that glistened with pre-cum. My wife looked in awe at his manhood as she took his mighty black serpent into her hands and began to pump it. “It’s so big,” she said with a broad grin. “You’re huge!” He put his big black hands into her blonde hair, forcing her face into his manhood. Then she lowered her mouth onto his cock and began taking it deep inside her mouth, worshipping it with her tongue. Sedrick was moaning as he received her ministrations. I could see the contours of his cock through her cheeks as she pleasured his powerful phallus and massaged his large black testicles. She wasn’t able to take all of him inside her mouth, but my wife is an expert cocksucker and she managed to get a good six inches inside of her without gagging.
Olivia pulled her head back and looked up at Sedrick. “There are condoms in the nightstand.”
Sedrick walked over the nightstand and opened the drawer. “What the fuck?” he said, holding up one of my snugger-fitting condoms. “These are for small guys.”
“My husband’s penis is only about five inches long. Regular condoms are too roomy for him and they slip off.”
“Yeah, well I can’t use that,” he said, holding his thick erect rod in his hand. “I need Magnums.”
“I don’t have any of those. I’m not on any birth control and I’m right at the worst time of the month for getting pregnant.” She hesitated. “I don’t know…”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll pull out.” He grabbed Olivia, then pulled her on the bed on top of him. They were kissing wildly, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies. Finally my wife took hold of his cock, aimed it at the entrance of her womanhood, and allowed the head of his black cock inside of her. She began moaning as she slowly hunched her groin down, inching his throbbing black erection deeper inside of her delicate white cunt. As she rode him in the female superior position, his hands were on her round ass and they were kissing passionately.
“I’m close, baby,” Sedrick said. His paced quickened even further and Olivia began to moan, staring directly into his eyes. “Oh, yes, baby…” Olivia’s legs went up around his waist and she locked her ankles. As Sedrick groaned his release, I saw my wife’s legs tense up, holding his cock deep inside of her. I saw his ball sack twitching and the barrel of his black cock pulsing as it fired load after load of semen deep inside my wife’s fertile cunt. She kept her legs locked as they kissed wildly, the last of Sedrick’s sperm fully filling my wife’s snug beaver and seeping out onto the sheets.
I haven’t told my wife what I saw that day. She’s been far more interested in sex recently and I’m horny as well. When we make love, I know that we’re both fantasizing about her getting fucked by her well-hung black lover, and I fill the condom in no time flat. It’s been such a boost to our marriage that I think I’ll let her keep thinking she’s getting away with it!
A CAGE FOR HUBBY
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.