MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  My reckless taunting did become a problem for Jeff, and in the senior year of our relationship we had a large spat about my promiscuous nature. I loved Jeff, and I agreed to stop everything I was doing that upset him. Then I found out he was playing with the girls that were more promiscuous than I had ever been, and I broke up with him. After almost three months of not seeing each other, or talking, we decided it was over and met to return the things we’d given each other. We had been very amiable in our separation and decided to have a last coke together at our favorite spot on the levy. We discussed a lot of things, and came to terms with the things we loved most in each other and the things we couldn’t live with.

  I admitted my naughtiness was totally innocent and didn’t mean anything, but that was me, and I would probably never be able to change that. So any man that would be my husband would have to love me that way. It was then that Jeff admitted even though it made him jealous and angry sometimes watching me tease and flirt with other boys. It also made him proud, and sometimes even “hard” watching other guys drooling over his girl. He admitted that in the past three months we were apart, he realized my wickedness was one of the things he loved most about me, how much he had missed that and didn’t ever want me to change. That should have given me some clues, but at nineteen?

  I loved dancing, and he hated it, so while we were at it, I told him we also needed to address that problem. He agreed, if I were going to tease and flirt, dancing with other men would be a part of that. And I should be allowed to be as naughty as I wanted, as long as I never embarrassed, hurt, or let him doubt my love for him. And by the time we left the levy we were engaged again, and our wedding was on still on.

  Our wedding had been set for Christmas Eve at 7:00pm, a good six months after our graduation, and Jeff was getting harder to hold off much longer. However, I think every hormone in me must have suddenly been loosed with a vengeance. I was beginning to have feelings, urges and emotions raging through my body I’d never experienced before. I was becoming a woman so swiftly now that some days it was hard for me to recognize even myself. I knew our wedding night better come soon. It was becoming harder for me to maintain my own self-control, and about three weeks before the date I faltered and wanted Jeff to take me. He told me we had waited this long, it meant so much to me, that we would wait now.

  It was about that time my problems really began to intensify because a few days later, I met Jeff’s stepfather “Mike” for the first time. Jeff’s mother had died five years earlier leaving Mike a widower at the young age of thirty-five, and with her three children from previous relationships. Although he knew Mike wasn’t his biological father, he was the only father figure that Jeff had known and he called him “Dad.” But since Mike was black and the children were white, Jeff’s maternal family stepped up and took all the children into their homes.

  Mike, in his quest to out run the grief of losing the love of his life, and his guilt for having an affair with a neighbor’s wife when his wife died, began traveling and settled in Phoenix, Arizona. He had been out there for the past four years, and in all my time with Jeff, I had never met Mike. I had asked Jeff about his stepdad, and he had told me as much as he could remember, including that Mike was an extremely handsome womanizer and few women could resist his charm. Ok, every son thinks his dad is the greatest man in the world so I took that with a grain of salt and didn’t think about it anymore.

  Mike had been sent a wedding invitation, and two weeks before the wedding he was back in town. He said his first child was being married and he wouldn’t have missed it for the world. He wanted to be there to do anything he could to help us in any way we needed. Jeff had joined the Navy right after graduation, and two days after the wedding we had to report in at Norfolk VA. Since we only had one day to be home after our wedding, we hadn’t bothered to rent an apartment, and had planned on spending our wedding night at Jeff’s grandmother’s home. Mike said a man and his new bride deserved more than coming home on their first nights, and made his first order of business to secure the bridal suite at a five star hotel for us, for the wedding night and rest of the weekend.

  The afternoon Mike arrived back in town Jeff brought him to my house to meet me and my family. Jeff was not exaggerating about all the things he’d said about his stepdad. He was every one of those and even a few more that I would come to know. The first time I saw him he was drop dead gorgeous and nearly took my breath away. I was not the only one effected by him – my mother (38 years old and had only known my father in all her life) nearly fainted, and my Aunt Kay (36 years old and a very experienced “married” woman) was instantly flush. At six foot four inches, he had dark black skin and 220lbs of solid muscle. Mike had a soft sexy voice of authority, and big warm brown eyes that told you it was going to always be his way, and you were going to love it. At my tender age of nineteen this charming forty-one-year-old Adonis put me in my true place every time we were together. I was a silly girl about to become a young woman, and as narcissistic as I was at that age, I never stood a chance.

  Mike seemed to have gotten over his grief and guilt in the time he spent in Arizona, or at least it would seem that way when we were together. He was as wickedly flirtatious as me and began teasing and cutting up with me from the first minute we met. Jeff’s family was very affectionate and the expression of affection for each other was never a problem, even in public. So Jeff was not at all upset when on our first meeting – and in front of both Mother and Aunt Kay – he told me it was time for his soon to be daughter-in-law to greet her new Dad with a kiss. Then gave me a big hug, and kissed me right on the lips.

  In those next two weeks we spent quite a bit of time together with all the things that had yet to be done. Mike never faltered in that two weeks, and if Jeff didn’t have his car, he was there to take us anywhere we needed to go. Mike and Jeff would pick me, and sometimes Aunt Kay up late in the morning, and we’d stop for a brunch before starting our day. Aunt Kay took an instant liking to Mike, and he had his eye on her as well.

  In a sense, Jeff’s dad brought two men into my life. In the first few days I began to feel (and like) the differences. As the “Dad”, a soft gentle loving man, he saw me as his future daughter-in-law and wife of his son, and I felt warm and cuddly, and felt safe near him. And “Mike” was the other man, a strong, confident, primitive male animal that would have whatever he wanted, make a woman beg him to take it. Being near this man made me soaking wet, and feel things I didn’t allow myself to admit. It was Mike’s eyes that constantly fed on every small glimpse of flesh I “accidentally” exposed to them. Even when I wasn’t “careless” with my skirts or blouses, I could look into those lovely brown eyes and see myself as he was seeing me right then, young, pretty completely naked, and ripe for his picking.

  If I should have been upset with him for that I wasn’t. Like most other women the lust for me I saw his eyes caused me to become tremble inside. What frightened me most was the new exciting emotions I began feeling, and liking when he was around. There was another thing about Mike, he had a bulge in his trousers much larger than I had ever seen on any of the boys in school, including my Jeff. I had several girl friends that had already gotten married. Two of them had married boys with big dicks and were always talking about how wonderful it was to feel their husband’s big dicks stretching and filling them every night. Now I had a man with a big dick lusting for me, and I began wondering what it would be like to feel him inside me. The only problem was, he wasn’t my man. In that short two weeks it became like a drug, the more I saw his bulge, the more I needed to see it, and the more it was in my mind.

  When I knew we’d be together I began wearing my shorter skirts, without nylons and low cut blouse. When Mike would drive us somewhere, saying Jeff was crowding me, I’d sit as close to him as I could making sure my leg was touching his. I was never careful about where my skirt was, and resting my hand on his knee I could see the tent rise in his trousers, or sometimes a long tube running down his leg. I h
ad to fight the swelling urge to slide my hand higher on his leg and feel his bulge. When we got out of the car, I’d slide out on his side instead of Jeff’s, letting my skirt slide up giving him slow generous displays of exposed bare white legs. And Mike never missed a minute of exposures I offered him. The closer we came to my wedding night, the more intense my budding curiosity became, and every time I saw the tent in his trousers I began to get wet and itch.

  The first Saturday night we had everything pretty well in order, and Mike wanted to take us to one of the clubs he was a member of for dinner, a few drinks and some dancing. I couldn’t refuse, it had been months since I had been dancing, and this would be the first chance since our little discussion to test Jeff’s resolve for the promise he’d made me about my dancing

  Jeff didn’t want to dance, and asked his dad if he would mind dancing with me. We’d had a few drinks, and not being a drinker I was feeling mine. Mike said I should get up and dance a few sets to clear my head, and he was right. The first few dances were normal except Mike did hold me a little close, but then Jeff never said anything so maybe he didn’t hold me as close as I thought he had. I didn’t miss a chance to show off for Mike, and I fear that the wine made me a little more brazen than I would have normally been. About the third set Mike pulled me tight, and I could feel the big bulge I had seen earlier against my stomach. I didn’t want dad not to like me, but I didn’t want him to think his son was marrying a loose cheap slut either, and I pulled back. He had made his impression, and let me have my way that time. The set was three slow dances, and when we got back to the table I knew Jeff would see the bulge in Mike’s trousers. And that he had been rubbing it against me as we danced. He would see how flush and breathless it had made me. That would be the test, could he accept that or would he blow up.

  Then it dawned on me: not only had Jeff been drinking his own drink, but while we were dancing Jeff had been drinking mine, too. I didn’t mind as it kept me from getting drunk, but the drinks had begun to get to him and he hadn’t seen a thing his dad had done to me. After a few more sets it was getting late and we needed to go. Dad went out and started the car to let it warm up a little then came back to get Jeff and me. Jeff was barely mobile from the drinks and dad had to almost carry him to the car. We laid him in the back seat and he was asleep before Mike pulled away from the curb.

  Without Jeff in the front seat, I had plenty of room and little excuse, so I didn’t slide right next to Mike. He put his arm around me and pulled me over to him, telling me that I was going to make him think I didn’t like him anymore. Putting my leg against his, and resting my hand on his leg, I giggled and asked him, “Is this what you wanted?” He told me I wasn’t there yet, but I was getting close. The car got warm, and Mike told me to take my coat off so he could enjoy my young pretty breasts. I took it off and laid it across the back of the seat. That night I had worn a button down the front blouse, and when I took my coat off, Mike told me to unbutton another button, and pull my blouse open. When I did his fingers began caressing my cleavage and around the edge of my bra. My nipples began to sting and got rock hard, but I know I saw him throb a couple of times and that made it worth it. God, I wanted to take his black cock in my hand and feel him so bad. Before I knew it we were at my house, Mike got out and walked me to the door, kissed me goodnight then took Jeff home. I don’t remember just exactly when, but I had stopped letting Mike kiss me, and had begun kissing him back.

  The next morning Jeff took me to breakfast and I told him about the night before and how dad had danced with me and held me against him, but he was too drunk to even notice. Jeff said he thought he had agreed I could dance close and tease as much as I wanted, but if I didn’t like it, he would talk to his dad. I told him no, I loved it, but I didn’t want him to be upset with me again. He said I teased everyone else, did I have a problem letting a man he loved enjoy my teasing a little? It would only be for a few more days and we’d be married and gone. I gave him a big kiss and told him I’d love teasing dad, but I still had a problem with his drinking. Actually, the problem was that he didn’t drink and right now it seemed all our families (both) wanted was to take Jeff out for alcohol. So he promised that on our wedding night he wouldn’t touch a drop.

  The next week went by quickly and I didn’t see dad but three times, and I missed him, more than I should have I fear. Jeff had the car and our time was just the two of us and the best man and his wife. By Friday everything was set and done, and all we had to do now was have the wedding on the following Wednesday evening. I had all my wedding and honeymoon clothing bought, but Aunt Kay wanted to do some shopping that week and while we were out I saw a beautiful satin front button blouse I fell in love with to add to my honeymoon clothes. That Saturday afternoon Jeff told me dad wanted to take us out again. I “almost” hated myself in that few minutes as I felt my nipples harden instantly and the moisture beginning to flow into my panties. Mike was like dancing with a dream and I couldn’t pass up the chance to go dancing again, especially with him.

  Our night was much the same as last weeks, except that this week Mike wanted my Daddy, Mother and Aunt Kay to go with us. Now Aunt Kay and Daddy are partiers and dancers, and Mother (like Jeff) is not. Mother and Jeff had no problem sitting the night out. Mother had fallen in love with Jeff the first time she met him. So the rest of us had a great time. Mike did a lot of dancing with Aunt Kay this week, and he was as wicked with her as he was with me. I was actually getting jealous just knowing my aunt and her ways. I knew before she went home that she was going to fuck Mike, and by now he was “mine”.

  I had to wear my new blouse that night and added a little to it. My breasts always stood out then, and that night I decided not to wear a bra and see what effect (if any) it would have on Mike. It may not have had any effect on Mike but it sure did on my Jeff. He even danced with me one time to tell me how hot I looked, and I should buy ten more just like it. We sat out several dances, taking time for a drink (I had two sips of mine). Then a set of slow oldies came up, and Mike dragged me out on the dance floor. Running his fingers slowly up the middle of my back Mike had discovered a zone about an inch below my bra strap (if I’d worn one that night) no one had ever touched before, at least the way he was touching it. Applying a little pressure he had me pushing myself against his bulge on the first dance.

  Mike was rock hard, and feeling him rubbing his black cock against my belly was so electrifying, I couldn’t have pulled away now if I’d wanted. And I didn’t want to, just realizing that huge hard bulge against my belly was for “me”, and was the result of all my teasing. I just snuggled into his arms, looked into his big brown lust-filled eyes, smiled, laid my head on his shoulder and enjoyed his hardness. I had never felt these sexual sensations so strong before, and I didn’t want them to end. He began nibbling on my ear, and whispering all the things a woman loves to hear a man say to her. Mike had me on fire, and on the last dance of the set, he danced me into a dim corner. Just as he was about to put his lips against mine, one of his friends cut in. After the dance with his friend, I told him it was late and we had to go. Mike went to get the car. Mother was ready for bed so Daddy took her and Aunt Kay home. By the time we got in it was already warm, and just as last week, Jeff was barely conscious from the drinks and was asleep within minutes. That night turned out to be a cold clear night. About six inches of snow had fallen while we were dancing, and it was almost as light as day.

  Teasingly, I sat on my own side of the car, but that didn’t last a block. Mike told me he knew damn well I wasn’t cold, and I knew what he wanted. I slipped my coat off, slid over next to him and giggling I asked him, “Is this what my baby wants?” “No, it’s time for this.” He took my hand and put in on his leg, then he put his hand on my leg and pulled it against his. The two top buttons on my blouse were already unbuttoned. Mike said, as pretty as I was, my blouse needed a couple more undone. I told him, “Mike, I don’t have a bra on.” He just smiled at me and I realized he knew that. And without
another word, my trembling fingers undid two more buttons as my nipples strained against the blouse. Then I asked if I could ask my new “dad” a couple of questions. When he said I could do about anything I wanted with him and chuckled. There was a small neighborhood park about a block from my house where Jeff and I would park the last few minutes before he’d take me home. Mike pulled in and parked so we could talk. I asked him if he thought I would be woman enough to keep Jeff happy. That brought about my first argument with dad because I wasn’t expecting the answer got.

  “No Debbie,” Mike said, “the question is will Jeff be man enough to keep you happy? And the answer to that is no.” With some animosity I asked him just exactly what he meant by that. “You are too much woman for Jeff, and after he takes your cherry you are going to become even more of a woman. Every fiber in your body will come to life, and Jeff will only be able to stir the coals in your belly.”

  For the first time Mike became what may have been considered fresh or inappropriate with me. His hand was massaging my knee. “But you’ll have to spread these pretty legs for other men to put the fire in your loins out, and you will. Each day I’ve spent with you, you’ve been like a blossoming flower opening up one petal at a time. I’ve seen a new woman with an increasing restlessness replacing the giddy young girl I met two weeks ago. And I promise you Debbie, before the end of your wedding day you’ll lay in your marriage bed after Jeff has gone to sleep thinking of another man.”

  I was so angry with him I just wanted him out of my site, and told him to just take me home. I told him he didn’t know me, and asked him just what kind of a girl he thought I was?

  He still had his arm was around me holding me tight, and I couldn’t get away. By now though, I don’t think I wanted to, and I realized in the heat of his words I had forgotten what I was doing. My hand had moved higher, and I was gently squeezing his thigh. He did take me home and we were in front of my house now. He took my face in his hand and looking into my eyes, his voice got much softer and sterner, and he said, “Debbie, I do know you, and I know what kind of a girl you are. Right now you are a very special little prick-teasing virgin.” This was the first time dad had ever used a dirty word with me, and the way he said it started shock waves charging through me. “But one day, and soon, you’re going to be just another little slut looking for another man to satisfy your needs. Your marriage won’t last six months before another man will be touching you where you’re aching to be touched, but your husband never will.”