MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  When I finished eating her out, Allie told me that I should use a condom. She said that Dariun wants her to have his baby, and she doesn’t want to take the chance of accidentally getting pregnant by me. I opened up the dresser, found a condom, rolled it down my cock, and got back into bed. It felt amazing when I slipped my condom-clad penis inside my wife’s wet, used vagina. I rubbed it in and out for a few minutes before filling the condom.

  Dariun has now been dating my wife for a few months now. Our neighbor Taylor had her baby, and her husband Joe is now a doting father to their beautiful black baby daughter. And the rumor has it that Taylor might not be finished having black babies, as Dariun now wants her to try for a boy. My wife recently took a pregnancy test and we were excited to learn that we also have a baby on the way. I haven’t touched her without a condom since she’s been dating Dariun, but I’m the husband and that makes it my baby so I’ll raise it as my own. Our neighbor Emily just found out that she’s pregnant, too, but I’m sure that doesn’t surprise you. Supposedly she was on the Pill, but the Pill isn’t 100% - especially when the wife is dating a sexy, well-hung black stud. It’s crazy just how much pleasure and diversity one black man can bring to a neighborhood!

  OUR AFRICAN SAFARI

  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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  I’m a twenty-five year old man named Tom. My wife Haley loves to read and watch documentaries about foreign countries, and for the longest time, she’s wanted to visit Africa. In particular, she wanted to spend time living with one of the African tribes. For her twenty-fifth birthday, I surprised her with an African trip. Haley had studied the language of the Gitambi, a tribe that had opened itself up to tourism. I contacted them through an agency, and they agreed to let us stay with them for a week while we met the people and enjoyed the culture.

  When we arrived, we were greeted by Koshanti, a tall, handsome black man with broad shoulders. He was wearing nothing but a beaded leather apron and necklaces made of brightly-colored beads, and holding a large spear. Koshanti informed us that he’s the son of the village chief. Like the other men in the village, he had an athletic build and muscles no doubt the result of a physical lifestyle. He informed us that one of his four wives had passed away and we were free to stay in her house.

  Haley did all the speaking and interpreting for us. As I watched and listened, it was clear from her body language and gaze that Haley was attracted to our African patron. A couple of times I thought I’d caught her checking out his ass, which was visible despite the apron. When I asked her about it, she said that she was actually checking out his cock. Apparently he was sporting a thick cock about eight inches long. “I wonder how big it gets when he’s erect?” she asked.

  The rest of the day, we spoke with some of the women about how they lived their lives – cooking, child care, and getting water. As we did, I couldn’t help but notice that the women were attractive, their faces not that different from black women I’d seen back home, and they walked around with their breasts exposed. They weren’t wearing any more clothing than the men. Except for having to carry water from the river (and the bugs), it seemed like a pretty nice way of living.

  That night, after dark, we were going to bed. We had sleeping bags laid out on the floor, and Haley was wearing nothing but a t-shirt and pair of panties. We were about to slip into our bedding when Koshanti arrived at our hut. He spoke to us in the Gitambi language. Haley translated for me, explaining that as the acting chief of the tribe and the owner of our hut, it was his right to have sex with her. She turned to me and asked what to do. I asked her to explain that we were married. He replied that it’s not a barrier in Gitambi custom, and he is free to have sex with any woman not married to another member of the tribe. As a visitor, he explained, it was my obligation to offer my wife up to him. I looked at Haley and I told her that we shouldn’t be rude.

  Koshanti stepped up to Haley, took off her shirt and threw it on the ground. Haley put her arms around his muscular black body and began kissing his chest. Koshanti’s large cock was hardening, and although it didn’t get any longer it did seem to thicken as it became fully erect. He was running his hands over my wife’s body, and rubbing her ass. Koshanti then said something in his language, and Haley got down on her hands and knees. Koshanti kneeled down behind her, aiming his thick, ebony weapon at my wife’s sopping white cunt. I was a little concerned because Haley refuses to use birth control because she doesn’t want to put artificial chemicals into her body, so we use condoms for birth control. But I doubted my condoms would fit his African monster, and even if they would, he would be insulted at the request that he use them.

  As Koshanti’s black beast invaded my wife’s pussy, inch by inch, Haley was moaning. “It feels so good, Koshanti. Your cock is so big.” His giant black paws were holding my wife’s waist as he pounded her from behind. “Oh, God,” she groaned. Then they started talking to each other in Gitambi. After a few minutes of this, he rolled her over and got on top of her. Although he was in the missionary position, his body was positioned in an awkward way. I wondered whether she had asked him to do this and he was unfamiliar with it. He was riding up high but she spoke to him again and he lowered his body so that his chest was against hers. I could see his huge black cock pistoning up inside of my wife as her head was nestled in his neck, her arms wrapped around his powerful black frame. “Oh, God,” Haley moaned, and I could tell from her body’s contractions that she was cumming. Moments later I heard Koshanti grunting as he pushed his cock in deep. His balls were tensing and releasing, and I knew he was filling her with his African seed. He remained inside of her for a minute, then rose up and walked out of the hut.

  My penis, though much thinner and only five inches long, was fully erect. Haley’s cunt was red and swollen, having been heavily battered, and semen was dripping out of her and all over the sleeping bag. I reached inside our travel bag, pulled out a condom and rolled it over my penis. Then I got on top of her and, thanks to their combined juices, was able to easily slip inside.

  “That was amazing,” Haley said, just laying there. “It was so primal.” She wasn’t reacting at all to my movements, either unable to feel me after such a large cock or else simply focused on her encounter with Koshanti. “He didn’t even kiss me, just raw, animal-like sex. Pure fucking.” I was so excited from the show that in a manner of minutes my penis squirted its load into the condom, filling the reservoir.

  Over the week, Koshanti stopped by every night to have sex with Haley. She said it was the best sex of her life, not just because of his huge cock but the excitement of having sex with a tribal man. Each time, after Koshanti left, she would tell me about the intense physical sensations he gave her as me made love. It was so erotic that I filled the condom in a matter of minutes.

  We’re now back home. Haley just made it through the first trimester, and we’re about to tell everyone that we’re expecting a baby boy. Given that we use condoms every time and she was fertile during our week in Africa, we know the baby is Koshanti’s. We know it will cost a lot of money to raise a baby, but we’re hoping to save up enough money to visit the Gitambi tribe again. I really enjoyed seeing Koshanti’s thick black cock sliding in and out of my wife’s vagina. I think I might love it almost as much as she does!

  SHARING A CABIN

  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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  A few months ago, my husband Joe and I stayed at a cute little cabin in the mountains. The pictures were adorable. It was a well-decorated wood cabin situated on a well-manicured grassy hill with a private lake about 100 kilometers down the way. According to the web site, there were two bedrooms within the cabin and they charged by the room. Since it was only the two of us, we only paid for one room. We left early in the morning and drove a couple of hours to the mountain range. We picked up the keys to the place at a real estate agency in the nearby town, then made the way up the mountain until we reached our place.

  “Kathy,” my husband said, “it looks like we have company.” Parked in the driveway just outside the garage was a large black SUV. He pulled into the driveway, parked the car and looked at me. “I guess somebody else must have rented the other room.”

  “That’s okay, honey,” I said, leaning over to kiss him. “We’re on vacation and we’re going to have a great time.”

  We unloaded some of our bags and walked up through the garage into the kitchen. Standing at the gas burning stove and cooking on a cast iron skillet was a tall black man wearing nothing but swimming trunks. He seemed to be in his late thirties. He turned and flashed a white-toothed smile at us, and quickly checked me out. “I guess you’re our neighbors. I’m Deondre. My girlfriend, Madison, she’s in our bedroom getting dressed.”

  “Pleased to meet you,” Joe said. He put down the bags, walked over and shook Deondre’s hand.

  I found myself instantly attracted to Deondre. Before I met Joe, I was always attracted to strong, dominant men, and I had dated some black men in the past. But as I entered my late twenties, I knew that I should probably get serious about finding a long-term partner. Although Joe was kind of geeky and didn’t work out, I thought he would be a faithful partner and a good provider. Joe had a tiny penis and he really wasn’t much in the sex department, but I knew that you need to make concessions with any partner. I’d pretty much decided that my sex life was over when I settled down with Joe, that I would just do the missionary position once or twice a month, but just looking at Deondre was getting my panties wet. It had been so long since I’d been with a strong, sexy man and I was yearning for that kind of connection.

  I heard a door opened and turned to see a beautiful brunette walking out of the bedroom in a bikini. I’m twenty-nine, and Madison looked to be in her early twenties with large perky breasts and a great ass. Frankly, aside from the age difference and the fact that I’m a blonde, we really didn’t look that much different. She walked over to Deondre, put her hands on him and kissed his neck.

  Joe and I went into our bedroom, which was right next to theirs. After putting away our things, we walked out to the kitchen, sat down at the bar and shared some pasta with our new cabin mates. We learned that Deondre works in sales for a technology company and Madison works as a hair stylist, and they were only staying for the weekend. Apparently it’s a timeshare and Deondre stays there that week every year. They said they were going to take a dip in the lake, and they asked us if we’d like to join them. We agreed, and after eating we went to our rooms and put on our swim wear.

  I hadn’t been planning on wearing my bikini in front of anybody but Joe. The house had an indoor Jazuzzi as well as a hot tub outside, and I hadn’t even thought about swimming in the lake. Frankly, I was hoping to use this vacation as a little honeymoon for us and as an opportunity to start a family. I’d charted my cycle and I knew that I was ovulating that weekend, so I left my diaphragm at home and I brought clothing that I hoped would get Joe in the mood. I’d brought two bikinis but they were both small and see-through, leaving little to the imagination, and when I put one on I hesitated to wear it in front of Deondre and Madison. Joe assured me that I looked great and that we were with friends, and there was nothing to be ashamed of. He reminded me that we had gone naked with friends in hot tubs before, so there wasn’t anything to be worried about.

  When I stepped out into the living room, Deondre whistled. “Damn, girl, you’re looking fine.” I blushed as he looked me up and down. Joe just smiled meekly. We donned our sunglasses, went out the glass back door and walked down the grassy hill to the lake. Deondre was holding Madison’s hand as they walked behind us, but I kept sneaking an occasional look back and noticed that Deondre couldn’t keep his eyes off of my ass. And clearly he liked what he saw because there was a large bulge in his trunks that was making it difficult for him to walk – he was obviously well hung.

  The lake was beautiful, with a large dock, a pontoon raft, and kayaks on the beach. We spent a couple hours swimming and talking, and we each took turns with the kayaks. I learned that Madison and I share a love of cooking, and she invited me to join her on a shopping trip to the local market and to help her prepare lunch. We had a great time talking, and she mentioned that she and Deondre weren’t all that serious, and that they had an open relationship. She told me that Deondre was attracted to me and that she wouldn’t be offended if I wanted to spend some alone time with him. I told her that I appreciate the offer but I’m a married woman in an exclusive relationship.

  On the drive back up the road, we saw the guys still out on the lake. We started making dinner and, around five o’clock, Madison asked me to call the guys. But before I could do it, I saw them walking up to the back door. Joe was out of breath and barely able to walk, and his skin was a deep, bright red. I realized that he’d been outside in the sun for hours without any sunscreen. When I touched his skin, he felt very hot. He took a cold shower, and then I rubbed him down with lotion. As I rubbed in the moisturizer, he told me that he was in serious pain but that he didn’t want his screw-up to ruin the vacation for me. I told him not to worry about me, I just wanted him to feel better.

  During dinner, it was clear that Joe was in pain. After, when we sat down to watch a movie together, Joe excused himself to go to bed. He took some ibuprofen and sleep medication, and left me with Madison and Deondre. Madison suggested that we pour some drinks and jump into the hot tub. After making some cocktails, we turned on the hot tub and jumped in.

  We each had a couple of drinks in the tub, and it wasn’t long before I felt more than a little tipsy. I couldn’t see what was happening beneath the bubbles but I felt Deondre hand rubbing my leg. Then slowly, I felt his hand began to creep up my inner thigh. I don’t know if it was the incredible physical attraction I had for him or the alcohol, but I turned to him. He began kissing me and fondling my breasts while Madison just looked on. The more we kissed, the hornier I got, and Madison suggested that we take it to the bedroom.

  Deondre took my hand and led me into the bedroom and locked the door. His bedroom looked just like ours but the floor plan was reversed. The bed was against the wall that separated the rooms, so right next to the bed my husband was sleeping on. Suddenly I thought it was a bad idea, but Deondre was unstoppable, kissing me and backing me up toward the bed. I wasn’t sure if Joe was asleep so I decided I would need to be quiet. As I laid down, Deondre dropped his shorts and unleashed his mighty black cock. It dwarfed my husband’s little Vienna sausage, and I eager took it inside of my mouth. It had been years since I’d given a man a blowjob, but it came back to me and I licked and sucked him eagerly. When his black staff was fully erect in my mouth, he pushed me back and got on top of me. He took no time at all, and simply l
ined his massive cock up at my entrance. The room started spinning a bit so I put a foot on the floor to stop it, but put my other leg up around Deondre’s leg. His thick black cock easily slipped inside my wet pussy, its folds lubricated with my ovulation.

  My black lover was pushing relentlessly inside of me, like a fox raiding a henhouse for my eggs. The bed was squeaking as he pounded me forcefully, his muscles flexing. The sheer physical pleasure of a large cock is indescribable, and I couldn’t help but moan. His powerful erection was thrusting deep, touching my cervix. With my diaphragm back at home in its case, my fertile white cunt was defenseless against the invading black monster.

  “Oh yeah, bitch. Yeah, that’s right. That’s right, I’m cumming!” Deondre pushed inside of me and gritted his teeth as he grunted, blasting my cunt with his cream. As I was ovulating, I knew that my fertile cunt was filled with that sticky, stringy mucus, assisting my black lover’s sperm as they swam their way toward my egg. Deondre laid in bed beside me, breathing heavily, and we kissed before drifting off to sleep.

  In the morning, I was surprised that Deondre was still in my bed. He fucked me doggy style and came inside of me again. Then we took a shower together, and he fucked me hard up against the shower wall. Finally I went and checked on Joe. He was still in serious pain and decided to stay indoors again, watching television while I frolicked with our cabin mates. He told me that he’d heard me having sex with Deondre through the wall and he supported me doing it, considering how he wasn’t able to perform. I kissed him and told him thank you, I will! I had sex with Deondre twice each day over the weekend, and one of the times Madison joined in and made it a threesome.