MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  Our lips had only been a breath apart while he was chastening me, and as upset as he had just made me. My heart was about ready to jump out of my chest, my panties were soaking wet. My lips were anticipating the sweet rewarding caress of his lips after the scolding I’d just endured. It was a long, tender and affectionate caress, teasing my lips, then sliding down my neck, and caressing the exposed parts of my breasts. I was on fire, and fighting for my breath when he took the hand I had on his leg and placed it on his long hard cock and whispered in my ear, “This is what you’ve been aching to do, isn’t it?” I didn’t answer him, and he told me to say it. I could hardly talk, but I did utter a very shaky “Yes.” He put his hand back on my knee and told me to spread my legs for him. Every fiber in my body was raging. I was on the peak of an orgasm that was about to happen with my next breath.

  He was nibbling on my cleavage, and I was kissing his cheek and ears, I couldn’t stand it any longer and I whispered, almost beggingly, in his ear. “Mike, please touch me there and make me cum.”

  He kissed my lips. “Show me what a little slut you’re going to be, take your panties off for me, and spread your pretty legs wide.”

  About that time the porch light came on, and Jeff began to stir in the back seat, god I could have screamed. Mike told me it was time for me to go in if I didn’t want to have to explain anything. He got out and walked me to the door. He kissed me good night and whispered in my ear, “See what a little slut you’re already becoming, Debbie?” Then he kissed me again, telling me not to be angry, always be true to my own self and always enjoy the woman I would be.

  I didn’t have a chance to say all the things going through my mind, because I didn’t know all the things going through my mind right then. After what Mike had just said and done to me, I couldn’t understand how I could be so wet and aroused, but that night sleep would not come easy. Jeff had brought me home this way many nights but normally I could go to sleep. After an hour of tossing and turning I couldn’t take it any longer. Putting my hand between my legs and parting my moist lips I took my clit between my fingers. It was rock hard, had swollen to the size of a large marble. And the minute I touched it I orgasmed so strong it hurt so bad. I can’t ever remember having felt pain that felt so good at the same time I thought I was going to faint it was so wonderful, and I didn’t want it to quit.

  On my wedding night I had chosen a short dress with the hem just above the knee, silk stockings, a silk supporter belt, panties, bra, and the grooms wedding garter. I had persevered, the little red ball of fruit I had saved for my husband was still intact, and everything was “white”. My new husband’s wife would be just as pure for him tonight as I had promised. Jeff’s best man and his wife picked us up at 7:00pm and took Jeff and me to the church. We had a beautiful little wedding. At the part where the groom kisses his new bride, as Jeff was kissing me, I opened my eyes only to look right into Mike’s beautiful brown eyes smiling at me. I was a new bride, still a virgin in the arms of the man I had only minutes earlier promised all my love, but looking in his eyes I felt a twinge in my loins I knew was not for Jeff.

  My grandparents’ home was like an old mansion, with two parlors, four bedrooms, a large kitchen, a large dining room, an entertaining room, and three bathrooms, so we held the reception there. Everything went as smooth as the wedding had gone with a few little miscues, but they came out fine. The first event was all the men giving the new bride her kiss. Most of the older men (Daddy’s friends) gave me peck, and most of the younger men (Jeff’s friends) took the opportunity for a lot more. Mike was last, and he took what he wanted. Taking me in his arms he pressed his lips against mine and his tongue was in my mouth slipping right through my parted lips. When that was over, we cut the cake and served champagne while Jeff and I opened our gifts. I was in a hurry to get my husband home to give him the gift I’d promised him for the last four years, and was trying to hurry everything.

  With most of the guests departing, I knew that the ladies always have to use a bathroom before leaving, and that was the case now. The two main baths were occupied, and Mike asked me if there was another because he needed to go really badly. I told him there was another half-bath off the laundry room. Realizing that he hadn’t been in my grandparents’ home before, I decided to show him where it was. I took him through the laundry room and opened the door for him. As soon as I did, he pulled me inside, shut the door and began gently, teasingly kissing me. I know that I should have stopped him, but with the champagne, all the excitement of the evening and the desire he had instilled in me the past two weeks, I was eager for more of his kisses.

  Running his hand up my leg he discovered I was still wearing my “wedding garter.” His hand continued its journey and for the very first time I was feeling a man’s soft warm fingers on the bare flesh above my nylon tops. I shuddered and moaned with a near orgasm. He asked me if I had saved the garter especially for him. I was feverish with lust, and in a very shaky voice, I moaned, “Yes.” And I really did want him to have it. He said any man receiving a gift from such a young lovely princess should do it on his knees looking up to her.

  He picked me up and sat me on the edge of the vanity then knelt in front of me. Pushing my skirt up and parting my legs, he began kissing my nylon-clad leg and then started tugging the garter down with his teeth. Ever so slowly he slid the garter down until finally he took it off. With my skirt up and my legs parted I knew he was looking at the wetness in my white “wedding” panties, and the garter was not all he was going to take. Now his lips were caressing the soft bare flesh of my inner thigh above my nylons. Closing my eyes I laid my head back against the wall. When he began to nibble on my soft flesh, then gently bit down and began sucking. I knew what he was going to do. I’d always held a low opinion of the other girls that came to school with hickies, and would never let a boy put one on me. For the first time in my life, I was beginning to understand how a girl could allow a boy do that to her. In a hopeless feeble attempt to stop him, I put my trembling hand on his head and begged him, “No dad, please don’t.” But it was Mike that answered, “Debbie I have to.” His touch was breathtaking. Still holding his head, I closed my eyes, laid back again and abandoned myself to the pleasure of Mike giving me my first hicky.

  In the past two weeks, my promiscuity had lost the innocence of a sweet young girl never thinking about sex. I had become filled with sexual emotions, in a state of constant arousal, and my panties were wet all the time. Mike parted my legs a little wider, I felt his big fingers tracing the hem of my wet panties and I knew I was going to feel them inside me any second. Instead, he pushed my panties back between my swollen lips began gentle stroking my clit.

  The two weeks of his tormenting me was more than I could stand, and my body tightened up then exploded. I felt my fingers grip his head and holding him tighter against my leg, I began quivering so badly he had to hold me to keep me from falling off the vanity, and I can’t remember how many times I whimpered and moaned, “Yes, oh god yes, Mike.” As every emotion and need in that two weeks came rushing out of me. I had had many orgasms with Jeff, but Mike was giving me the most intense orgasm I had ever had, and I wanted him to know it. I felt his teeth biting down so hard it hurt, but it only added to what I was feeling. I had stayed true to my promise, Mike only touched the parts of me I had let him see I would have let him suck my legs all night, but coming back to my senses I knew it was getting dangerous as it was.

  I could have gotten down easily enough, but in that moment the new rapidly emerging woman in me was still under the influence of calming emotions after an orgasm, and I was not ready for my lover to roll over and go to sleep. I was still trembling, and needed to feel the last pulses of romance by my lover’s strong hands around my waist lifting me down. Putting my arms around his neck, I giggled and told him, “Put me down lover”, kissed him once more and not a minute too soon, left the bathroom before we got caught. My panties were so wet they felt like I had peed in them, my knees were weak, m
y face was flush, and Aunt Kay was coming into the laundry room looking for me.

  I was much like Aunt Kay. I was her favorite of all her nieces and nephews, and she had come down from northern Ohio to help with my wedding. A little about my favorite aunt, she was 36, a very pretty short white-skinned redhead – a little chubby but very sexy, and the men were always after her. She had been married over fifteen years but was unable to have children due a botched abortion when she was a young girl. Though she’d been married over fifteen years, Aunt Kay loved a good time, and was not adverse to going home without her panties. Back then, I didn’t know just how much like her I would become. Thankfully, I had married a man just like her husband.

  Finally, most of guests had said their best wishes and left for evening. Mother and Daddy and Aunt Kay wanted to take Jeff and his dad out for a “get to know the family” drink. Jeff had promised he wouldn’t drink, but I know my Daddy and he is not the type to let it go, so before he left I put my arms around him kissed him and told him I wanted him sober tonight, and he had promised.

  Since the three of us (me, the best man and his wife) were not old enough to drink legally, we were left behind with my grandparents who promptly went to bed worn completely out. The best man and his wife had a few too many glasses of champagne (I wasn’t feeling any pain), and they weren’t long on their feet. So I told them to take one of the bedrooms until Jeff got back, then I’d wake them and they could take us to the Hotel. I don’t know how many drinks Daddy was able to get down Jeff, but in the hour and a half they were gone he could barely walk in, he went straight into the front parlor and flopped in a big chair in front of the TV.

  The night was still young for Mother and Daddy so they said their goodnights and went out for more partying. Normally when Aunt Kay came to town she would always party with them, and she was nowhere to be found I thought she had gone with them tonight.

  Mike and I had a cup of coffee and he said it was time for him to leave so the newlyweds could get started on their marriage. I told him I would get his coat, but I wanted to check on Jeff first. The best man and his wife were sound asleep for the night, and Jeff was nodding. I sat on his lap and told him it was time for us to be man and wife. All I got was a mumble. Leaving the TV on, I turned the lights down, covered him with a blanket, and before I got out of the parlor, I heard him snoring. This was not a sound that made me very happy, nor anything I wanted to hear tonight. My body felt like it was on fire, and I was angry as hell. But I was more hurt than anything else, and almost in tears that I was not important enough to keep him from drinking on our wedding night.

  Although Mike had cornered me earlier in the bathroom, we had not prearranged the meeting that was about to happen in the cloakroom. In fact, nothing that had happened between Mike and I for the entire two weeks had ever been prearranged, they had just been spontaneous. Actually the cloakroom was only another fully furnished bedroom (with a full size bed) a very large coat chest designed for hosting.

  When I got back to the dining hall, dad had already gone to get his own coat so I went to tell him I was sorry, I hadn’t forgotten him. When I went into the bedroom Mike had just gotten there and didn’t have his coat on yet. The minute I stepped in, I knew I hadn’t come to get his coat, kiss him goodnight, and send him home. And my expression must have told the whole story of my disappointment with my wedding night. He put his coat back on the hanger, and asked me if I’d like him to stay a little while longer? With everyone in the house asleep and not about to wake up, I knew what I wanted. Looking into his eyes with a lust that was matching his and shutting the bedroom door, I told him, “Yes, but not for coffee.” Putting my arms around his neck, I pressed my lips to his, and this time, it was me, pushing my tongue into Mike’s waiting mouth.

  In that moment, I would like to be able to say I was only a young bride angry with her husband, that the wine of the evening had made me drunk, or that I only intended to tease, no “enjoy” Mike a little more. The truth was it had stopped being about teasing Mike, two weeks ago, and tonight I was a young virgin whose body was burning to be taken by the man that knew how to please a woman. He had been the man stirring the coals in my belly for the past two weeks into an inferno ready to explode. The rest of our lives I would be a wonderful loving wife for Jeff, but tonight it was that huge wonderful black cock of Mike’s that I needed so badly to ease the ache in my loins.

  We must have kissed five or ten minutes with our tongues making love, somewhere in there he had put my hand on his cock, that I do remember and our hands were busy exploring to each other’s bodies. I had been playing with him the whole time, and he was hard as a rock. I had stroked his cock up against his stomach, and it was so long the purple head was sticking above his belt. I unbuttoned the bottom button on his shirt, and exposed the head. It was shaped like a knob, and filled my hand. I began teasingly scraping the naked head with my nails, and I thought Mike was going to climax. His tongue was down my throat and his fingers were tracing the hem around my panties.

  I felt his thumbs hook in my panty elastic and begin pulling them down over my little butt, he was kneeling in front of me again as he slid them down my legs, then raising my feet and slipping my shoes off one at a time. I watched him take off what would be the last pair of panties I would ever feel against my virgin pussy, and gently laid them on the bed. He pushed my shirt back up to my waist, looking up at me he said it had been a long time since he’d tasted the sweet nectars of a young virgin pussy and he was not going to be denied tonight. He parted my soaking wet lips, and placed his tongue flat on my clit and began licking and sucking the juices running out of me. The minute his hot thick tongue touched my throbbing clit I nearly fainted with orgasm, but Mike quit before he let me have it. When he got back up he unzipped the back of my dress, unhooked my bra, and began kissing my bare shoulders. I could hardly speak, but I told him “no” I wanted him to take me in my wedding dress. Nibbling on my shoulder he said it was my night and I should have it all my way. Taking hold of the bare globe above his belt like I would never let it go, I had just unbuckled his belt and was getting ready to unzip his trousers and take his beautiful black cock out.

  That was the instant Aunt Kay opened the door and charged in like an injured bull. In spite of the surprise, neither of us stopped what we were doing; I don’t know how much more she saw. But I do know I still had my arm around his neck kissing him, and from where she was standing, Aunt Kay could see my skirt up, and Mike’s large hand squeezing and massaging the cheeks of my naked little butt. Still rubbing and massaging the head of his big cock, in a very shaky, and very pleading voice I said, “Oh God Aunt Kay, please, shut the door and go to bed, this is what I need tonight.”

  The three of us must have stood this way for what seemed like hours. Then I finally realized she wasn’t looking at me – Aunt Kay was looking directly at, and drooling over, the big cock head I had in my hand. I felt a streak of naughtiness flush over me, and tried to put my hand behind it so she could see the whole beautiful black throbbing knob. Finally smiling she said, “No Debbie, it’s time the groom took his new bride to the hotel.” Then she grabbed my arm and telling Mike not to leave that we needed him, she pulled me out of the bedroom. On the way down the hall she hooked my bra and zipped me back up telling me I would always thank her for saving me tonight.

  The night was not over. Aunt Kay helped me pour a whole pot of black coffee down my husband’s throat, and Mike walked him in the cold December night until he was sober and awake enough to perform his duties. My Aunt Kay told Mike it was time for him to take her out for a drink. I was still on fire, and still very upset that she had just ruined my wedding night, and I wanted her to know my feelings for Mike had not ended. So I told him to kiss me good night, and I made it a long one. Putting my arms around his neck, pressing my body against him I ran my tongue down his throat and had him hard again before I let him go. Aunt Kay and Mike left to go out on the town. I knew Mike was going to get himself a pretty little
red head that night after all, but with Aunt Kay enjoying what I had been working for all evening.

  Jeff and I left the best man and his wife to sleep the night through, and my husband took me to our Hotel then claimed his prize. I couldn’t wait to get what I knew Jeff would have for me, and was in our bed in my negligee within minutes. Jeff came out of the bathroom with his gift for me standing proud… all six lousy little inches of it. I was so shocked and in disbelief, I couldn’t believe he was so small. I don’t think Jeff saw the disappointment on my face, and I told him to put the rubber on and get his butt in bed, his new bride had waited long enough. Jeff was a good lover that night, and he did satisfy me – no, he gave me two pleasing orgasms that night, though neither was as intense as those Mike had given me earlier.

  Afterward Jeff finished, I went to the bathroom to clean and inspect myself. It was then I discovered the “Hickies” Mike had given me, the one on my shoulder I could lay on Jeff and our night of passion. But oh God, there was no way Jeff would miss the one on my leg. It was a good two inches long and an inch wide, and on my snow white skin was as dark as a plum; in fact, it reminded me of a very large dark plum with teeth marks. I brought a warm damp washcloth to clean Jeff. He had gone sound asleep, so I took the condom off and cleaned him. (I will say Jeff did fill the condom’s reservoir that night). His dick had shriveled up, and it wasn’t even as big as my thumb. As I washed his “cute” little thing, I was thinking had it not been for Aunt Kay, right now I would be cleaning Mike after his wonderful large black cock had just rammed through my cherry and bathed in the warm red blood of my womanhood. And I had another thought as I cleaned my husband: earlier I wanted Mike to fuck me in my white wedding dress with his bare cock and cum inside me. Yet with my husband, I had removed all symbolism of my purity and made him use a condom, offering him only my naked body.