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MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

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by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH


  When Deondre and Madison left, Joe started feeling better. We actually managed to have sex a couple of times before the week was over. And wouldn’t you guess it – I’m now three months pregnant with a baby boy! Joe and I are very excited, but Joe is a little worried that the baby might be black. He’s not racist or anything, but he’s unsure how his family will take it. No matter what happens, though, we will provide a loving and happy household for our newest addition. And guess what? Joe just surprised me by telling me that he booked us another week at the same cabin for the same week. Maybe this time, Deondre and I can try for a girl!

  HE’S ALL GROWN UP NOW

  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 Anna,” Nicole said, speaking to my wife, “did you hear the news?” Nicole was my wife’s friend but she was also quite a gossip. I’d been watching the game in the family room but I was in the kitchen grabbing a beer, so I overheard. “Ahmed is back at home.”

  “Really?” Anna said. “I was hoping he was gone for good.”

  “Look out the window,” Nicole said, smiling ear to ear. Sure enough, across the street and two doors down, was a tall, muscular young man with dark black skin. He was dribbling a basketball and shooting hoops in the street.

  “Wow,” Anna said admiringly. “He’s really grown up.”

  “Yeah,” Nicole said. “He’s looking good.”

  Ahmed was a foster care kid that the neighbors had taken in when he was in elementary school. The kid was always getting into trouble. When he was in middle school, he was rumored to be selling drugs and he spent some time in the juvenile courts. In high school, he was again arrested, this time in connection with a double homicide a few hours away. It was a grisly crime and one of the victims was disabled and in a wheelchair. But the police couldn’t really prove he was involved and he ended up serving time in juvenile detention. That was the last that we’d seen of him. We were glad that he was gone because we thought he was a bad influence for the neighborhood children. But now Anna seemed to be looking at him quite differently now, as a sexy and sexual white woman in her early thirties looking longingly at a strapping young adult black man.

  In bed that night, while making love to Anna, I mentioned how attracted she seemed to be to Ahmed. Although she denied it, it seemed to get her excited. I asked her how she’d like to feel his strong, young, muscular black body against her soft white flesh, and see if it’s true what they say about black guys. She played back with me, asking if I’d like to see my naughty wife in bed with Ahmed, and his thick black cock slipping in and out of her white pussy. We both had a lot of fun fantasizing about Ahmed fucking Anna’s brains out but when we went to sleep, I figured that would be the end of it.

  “You know, Nathan, I was thinking,” Anna said, sipping on her travel mug of coffee before heading out for work. “We need to have those trees cut in the backyard. It’s been over a month now and I know you’re busy. How about if I hire Ahmed? I mean, I don’t know if he’s experienced at tree cutting but we have all the equipment.”

  I was a little surprised. I certainly didn’t think my wife only wanted him there to cut the trees, but after our great round of sex the night before, I figured it might be fun to see what happens. “I think that’s a great idea. Just looking at him, I’m sure he’s got the right equipment and he’ll get the job done. What he lacks in experience he’ll make up for with eagerness.”

  “Very funny,” she replied. “But seriously, you’re okay with it?”

  “I’m fine with it,” I said, heading out the front door. “Have fun.”

  That night, Anna told me that she’d approached Ahmed and he would be happy to do a little landscaping for us. She said that he’d be over on Thursday night to cut down the trees and haul away the wood. It was an unfortunate choice of day because I always work late on Thursdays, so I wouldn’t be able to watch their interaction. But a coworker agreed to cover my shift on Thursday so I was able to come home and check up on the landscaping job.

  After visiting a friend and running some errands, I arrived back at our house a little after three. I parked down the street and walked up to our house, around the side and peeked over the fence. Sure enough, Ahmed had done an excellent job in removing the damaged trees. The wood was still there but it was stacked up nicely.

  I opened the fence door to the back yard but I didn’t see him anywhere around. I then looked through the back window. Anna and Ahmed were standing in the kitchen. Ahmed was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, which was soaked with sweat. My wife, for no apparent reason other than to tease the boy, was wearing tiny jean shorts and a bikini top. They were each drinking what appeared to be glasses of lemonade. Then Anna put down her glass and removed Ahmed’s t-shirt. He leaned in and kissed her. Then she took his hand and led him down the hallway, in the direction of our bedroom.

  I walked up the deck and quietly sneaked in through the back door. I made my way over to the bedroom but the door was closed. I could hear Anna’s voice and that of her black lover.

  “You’ve grown into such a sexy young man,” Anna said.

  “Thank you,” Ahmed said. “You’re a hot white MILF.”

  Then I heard the sounds of kissing. I tried the door handle slowly but it was locked. I walked down the hallway to the den, pulled a hanger out of the closet and bent the top of it straight. I went back to the bedroom door and stuck the straight part of the hanger into the door and turned the handle. It turned and I slowly opened it a crack, just enough to see.

  Anna was on her knees in front of Ahmed. Her hands were holding his cock, which was easily ten inches long and impossibly thick. “I’d always wanted to fuck a black guy,” Anna said. “I’ve always wanted to feel a real cock inside of me. I’ve only been with one other man besides my husband, and both of them have baby-sized little things.” She had one hand beneath his balls and the other holding his shaft as she took the head into her mouth. Her eyes were locked on Ahmed’s as his cock went in and out of her mouth. She began twisting her head as she sucked on it, twirling her tongue around his cock. Anna had given me blowjobs when we were dating but not anymore, and they were never like this.

  Amhed was groaning. “Yeah, bitch, that’s right. Suck on that black cock. Take that thick black cock inside of your mouth. Tell me how much you love it. Tell me, bitch.”

  “Oooh, I love your big black cock,” my wife said, then went back to sucking on him. Then she stood up, slipped out of her jean shorts, and removed her bikini top. She reached a hand down and began to play with herself. “I’m so fucking wet for you. Do you see that? I don’t get wet like this for my husband, but my pussy needs your cock.”

  “Bend over the bed,” he said. “I want to fuck you like a doggy.” As his cock slowly worked its way into my wife’s pussy, she was moaning, praising him for his massive manhood. When he was fully inside of her, he began fucking her slowly with long strokes. “Yeah, you took it all, bitch. Every fucking inch.” He began slowly increasing the speed and it wasn’t long before he was fucking her hard and fast. Anna was moaning the whole time, and twice she cried out in orgasm. The most I’d ever given her was one, and they were just getting started. They fucked with her on top before going into the missionary position, and they spoon-fucked side-by-side for a few minutes before Ahmed finally blasted his spunk deep inside my wife’s cunt. My
wife was leaning back over her shoulder and kissed him, all the while pumping his shaft with her hand, when I quietly closed the door shut and tiptoed away.

  That was two months ago. All summer long, Ahmed has been by our house helping perform all sorts of tasks. I only watched the two of them fucking that one time, but I can tell by their furtive glances that they are still having sex. My love life with Anna has improved dramatically, and we are now having sex a couple of times per week. When I come home and see Ahmed is just leaving, I like to insist on sex right then. Anna always resists but eventually relents, and I think we both know that I’m getting sloppy seconds from the neighborhood thug. Her pussy feels velvety smooth and well-lubricated, and I totally love it!

  IT’S ALL THE RAGE

  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.

  * * *

  My name is Aaron. Ever since I met her, my wife Danielle didn’t want to have her own children – she wanted to adopt African babies. It seems like all of the Hollywood stars are doing this, and it shows that you are open-minded and progressive. “It’s only DNA,” she said. “It doesn’t matter how who the biological parents are.” Since that had been her desire from the beginning, I’d always known that I wouldn’t be the biological father of our children and I was okay with that.

  After trying for over a year to adopt with no success, Danielle came up with another idea: she would just get pregnant by a black guy. It would avoid all of the hassles of going through adoption agencies and foreign countries while still giving us an African child to raise, and when people saw us in public and saw the difference in our skin tones, they would assume that we’d adopted the children. The only real downside that we could see is that the baby wouldn’t have pure black skin, but we decided that whatever man would breed Danielle would need to have the darkest skin possible.

  Danielle went off the Pill and I started wearing condoms. Using the Tinder app, we found a guy in our area to do the job. The guy’s name is Leonard. He’s 6’4 and very muscular, handsome with dark black skin, and he claims to have a thick, ten-inch cock. Even better, he said he’d recently been tested for venereal diseases and he’s clean. She spoke with him over Facetime and learned that he works construction, he’s never been married, and he has seven children by five women. (There are a few other women claiming to have his children but they’ve never been DNA tested, and Leonard says they’re just trying to pin their babies on him because he has a job.) After their call, Danielle said he’s very charismatic and she got wet just talking to him. She invited him to come to our house that Friday night.

  When Leonard arrived, I was a little intimidated by him. I knew he was going to be tall, muscular and black, but seemed even bigger than I’d imagined and he moved with swagger. He was totally confident with Danielle, and she was clearly attracted to him and acting submissive to him in a way she’d never been with me. When he leaned down to kiss her, she eagerly accepted and their hands were running all over each other’s bodies as they French kissed in our kitchen. Leonard took her blouse of right there and started for her skirt, but Danielle asked if they could take it to the bedroom. I followed along to watch.

  Sitting together on our bed, Danielle and Leonard began kissing again, and he reached one of his big black hands down her skirt between her legs. She was moaning as he diddled her clit. She took off her bra and when he removed her skirt, I saw that she had no panties on. My wife unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans and boxers. He hadn’t exaggerated – his black cock was easily twice the length of mine and impossibly thick, and he still wasn’t fully erect. Danielle eagerly took his tool into his mouth, locking her eyes on his as she played with his balls and sucked his cock.

  “Yeah, baby,” he groaned. “That’s it.” He unbuttoned his shirt and threw his shirt and undershirt onto the floor. They were now both entirely naked as my wife was on her knees on the floor, servicing her well-hung black lover. As she flitted her tongue over his rod, I couldn’t believe that my quiet, reserved wife was so eagerly and expertly sucking his cock, with saliva dripping all over and down his manhood. She hardly ever performed oral sex on me, and even then it was only a half-hearted effort. But she seemed obsessed with her handsome black stud and his mighty black serpent. Part of it, no doubt, was the fact that she was now off birth control and she had slippery “egg white” cervical mucus that signaled that she was at her most fertile time of the month. I suspected that the fact she was about to have unprotected sex, and possibly get impregnated by this amazing male specimen, had her incredibly turned on.

  Danielle laid back on the bed. Leonard gave her only a brief licking before he took station and lined up his cock at her entrance. He was slowly rubbing his cockhead in her entrance, wetting it and teasing her clit, and threatening to penetrate her with his thick black rod. She’d never had another cock inside of her and she was begging him, “please put it inside of me!” He slowly began to violate her, pushing his powerful erection inside of her. “Oh God! It feels so good! It’s so much bigger than my husband’s.” She then looked over at me, embarrassed. I just smiled and she focused back on Leonard. He was pushing in deeper now, and I could tell by the look on her face that she was experiencing sheer joy. She wrapped her arms around his broad black shoulders and locked her legs around his waist. They kissed passionately as he pistoned his cock in and out of her grateful cunt.

  “Does it feel good, honey?” I asked.

  “It’s so big,” she replied, breathing heavily. “It rubs my clit with every thrust… Oh God, I’m cumming!” I’d never seen my wife have such a strong reaction before. She was arching her back, groaning loudly, and the look on her face was of pure ecstasy. I don’t know if it was in response to my wife’s powerful orgasm, but just then Leonard announced that he was cumming, too. He pushed inside balls deep, and I could see his shaft pulsing as he flooded my wife’s womb with his seed. As they rode out their mutual orgasm, hundreds of millions of his sperm were flooding her, filling every crevice, and swimming their way towards her egg in their new home.

  That was their first encounter. For months now, Leonard stops by three or four times a week to have sex with Danielle at night. Sometimes I watch, but other times I just listen to Danielle’s loud, powerful orgasms from the bathroom and jerk off. Hearing her praise her black lover’s sexual skills and virile black cock always gets me off. Oh, and while I don’t know if she took during that first encounter, it certainly didn’t take long for Danielle to get pregnant. She is now seven months pregnant with twin boys, and we’re very excited to be new parents. Leonard is happy, too, and says he wants to try for a girl next. We both think that’s a great idea!

  GOING BLACK AT

  MY WHITE WEDDING

  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 nineteen years of age
or older. All rights reserved.

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  My name is Debbie. My boyfriend Jeff and I dated all the way through high school, and we had planned to be married as soon as we graduated. This was a period in our history that brides were expected to wear white down the aisle, and to be virgins when their new husbands reached for them in their marriage bed. Though I don’t know how, with my teasing flirtatious nature, I had maintained my own cherry for my husband.

  I was a nineteen year old virgin, 5’ 6” and 120lbs, with long red hair, snow white skin, and a pert set of small 34b breasts with pink nipples. Though small, my little breasts were firm always stood up and out, and I didn’t need a bra. I had long shapely legs and a cute rounded little butt. My favorite outfits were always sensuous and provocative, and particularly in the summer months I liked to wear short shorts that would let my sexy little butt cheeks hang out. I had a flat stomach, and a very pretty little belly button. So I liked wearing skimpy halter-tops, or blouses tied under my breasts exposing my belly. I knew I was sexy and I worked at teasing all the boys in my life whether Jeff was with me or not.

  I had always been a naughty little tease as far back as I can remember. Mother used to keep me in frilly little dresses, and she always bought me the prettiest silk panties. When I would see a man looking at me, I’d give him that sweet innocent smile, “accidentally” part my legs and show him my panties as long as he wanted to look. Mother never said anything to me, but Daddy was always telling me to pull my skirt down and sit like a lady. I did learn early that no matter the age, most men will look and keep looking.

 

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