MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  I was still “hungry” and wet, and couldn’t go to sleep. I lay awake for another two hours, wishing it had been Mike inside me that night. Mike had been right when he said, “Before the end of your wedding day, you will be laying awake in your marriage bed thinking of another man.” And before sleep would overtake me that night, ending my wedding day, I realized then what Mike had meant when he had said Jeff would stir the coals in my belly, but only other men would extinguish the fires in my loins. The yearnings to feel a man like Mike in me had already begun, and on May 24, just one month before the end of the six months Mike had given me. I was spreading my legs for another man to touch me where I needed to be touched, and make a full woman of me with his eight-inch cock. Jeff didn’t know it at the time but I got pregnant by that lover.

  It didn’t take long before Jeff realized that I was fooling around, and during our sex one night I convinced him I needed other lovers. He agreed I could have them if I was willing to share in our bedroom. We were up all night that night talking and laying the ground rules. I love the “risk sex”, and it seemed to excite him so I kept pushing. Until he agreed only my lover would be allowed in me during my ovulation. I think that excited him even more than me. I already had a steady lover, and nine months later I laid my first love child in his arms (that he knew about).

  Having another man’s seed growing inside your womb is an ecstasy I can’t justly describe at least it was for me. Having a black man’s seed growing in your womb is unimaginable. Jeff was just as thrilled as me, and maybe even more so. And the fear he had of a black baby only intensified all the excitement he already felt. When Jeff knew that I was going to be with my black lover, he was even more excited.

  I had to learn the hard way, but it was me, that finally realized my lovers were not the golden boys, and my husband the dork. My husband was a cuckold (still is) and I was taking what I got from my lovers home to “our” marriage bed to share with my husband. So the lovers (providing the wife truly loves her husbands) are the ones being used, and for a couple that loves and trusts each other the words “Hot Wife” and “Cuckold” are very endearing words.

  Though I almost did it on our wedding night – and I did begin cuckolding him six months after our wedding – it took me ten years before I could allow myself to believe my husband wanted me to have other lovers and to cuckold him. And that was when we became inseparable. I began what we termed “Pillow Talk”, while he was inside me I'd gently pinch and twist his nipples, whisper in his ear about other men taking his wife and filling her with their seed, then I’d ask him if that would be ok with him? Then I’d whisper all the other things I wanted from him, or wanted him to do. He’d be so excited he could scarcely talk, but the answer was always the same, a very squeaky “yes”.

  I also found my husband, like seventy percent of the husbands in this world, “wanted” me to be the sexual one, and bring the intensity back to our bedroom. They want to be cuckolded. When I finally got that through my thick red hair, I decided that I loved my husband enough to give him what he wanted. At first I thought I was being mean to him, and sometimes I felt really badly but I wasn’t. He needed the teasing and short periods of denial. He needed to watch me flirting with other men, and he needed to think of his wife with another man’s baby in her womb. Being mean to him would have been “not” pushing him to the edge, then nudging him a little further. I made him a part of everything and I made him the cuckold he wanted me to, but I never let him ever doubt how much love I had for him.

  In the beginning, I wanted a baby by nearly every one of my lovers. Then after my first seven lovers I had to rethink. Good thing I did I’ve had well over a hundred lovers now. But my black lover, Mike, I couldn’t have refused even if I’d wanted to. And knowing what he had in mind for me, no way did I want my life to end without ever feeling that gorgeous hunk inside me, or his precious seed swelling in my womb. The ultimate cuckold is the dad of a black child.

  I’m not so sure than my own needs were not inherent. My husband was lucky that he did get my cherry on our wedding night. However his ran out in the long run. Once I was impregnated by my first lover, I needed the excitement of the risk of unprotected sex with my lovers. Feeling another man throbbing inside always sent me over the hill, and in those moments feeling his hot wet cream flowing into me made me pray for his child. A lot of times a lover will impregnate another man’s wife and they think it’s accidental, but I can assure you it is not. And most of the time a husband, even knowing the baby growing in his wife womb is not his, is prepared to accept and raise the child as his own. Many wives and even some husbands find an irresistible need behind this.

  Looking me directly in the eyes my own husband asked me for my diaphragm one night when I was about to leave on a date with a very special lover, knowing I was ovulating. When I came home that night, I was not only full of my lover’s cream – his son was growing in my womb.

  With my husband, and I think most husbands, it isn’t important that they sow the seed in our wombs. In fact, I think most would prefer to love us as our belly’s swell with our lover’s seed. I know that Jeff loved me with the first three he “thought” were his. But the last two he knew belonged to my lovers, he worshiped my bulging belly. I can’t understand why a man would want his wife to have another man’s baby, but I’m glad mine did. So many wives desire being impregnated by men not their husbands. It's so erotic surrendering my fertile unprotected womb to my lovers and not my husband.

  All of my children’s fathers were the strong, dominant and arrogant type. And as hard as it was sometimes for him, it was the arrogance of those lovers that brought him to worship me as I carried their child. His emotion was varied from lover to lover but he loved, and hated them all. I think it was my second son’s father he hated most, yet wanted me to be with more than any other. It was so intense for him watching my belly swell with another man’s child and to watch that child nursing on his wife’s breasts.

  I always, took my lovers (hubby’s too) cum inside me. From my first lover early in our marriage I learned to love the feeling of a man’s hot wet seed filling me. Maybe some women like to feel it “on” their pussy, I want to feel it inside mine. And don’t be mislead, I did get pregnant, five times before I finally got, and “stayed” on the pill *G*.

  My husband always got sloppy seconds, from my first lover (that I shared with him). My husband always had to “clean” me with his tongue after my lovers. I only made Jeff wear a condom with one of my earlier lovers. After that, during my ovulation only my lovers were allowed inside me. And if I’d had a lover during that time, he was denied penetration until my next period, just to assure my lover’s seed had every opportunity. Sometimes during those periods of his denial, just to enhance his anguish, I “might” let him rub his little hard thing between my lips. That always drove him wild. Being so close he could feel the wetness, but not being allowed to go in where my lover had just been, that he’d spend his little dab in just a few minutes. Of course, while he was rubbing, I’d be telling him that Len’s (my lover) sperm was searching for my eggs right now *G*.

  THE HOTWIFE LIFESTYLE

  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 Susie. I’m a 33 year old wife and mother. I have a friend who has been in the lifestyle for years and she convinced me to try it almost
six years ago. I never looked back. She said her hubby really got into her doing other guys. When they started out, she stayed on the pill but made him use a condom. She convinced me to talk to my hubby about my having other lovers.

  To make a long story short after a couple of months of discussions (after all we do both love each other and had had two kids together) we decided I would find a lover but keep hubby in the know as to who, what and when. We didn't want any more kids so I, too, went on the pill and put hubby in condoms. It was rocky at first with the jealousy bug raising its head occasionally. Most of the time I would satisfy hubby before I went out – usually manually, but occasionally orally – just to keep him from asserting his possessive hubby role too much. When I'd get home he'd be waiting for me, we'd talk about the evening and he'd check me out "down there" and usually take care of me orally – that night was not for penetration for him. As we became more comfortable with my escapades, I would go out sometimes twice a week and hubby and I would make love about once a week with him safely wrapped in a spermicide-lubricated Trojan.

  Then the inevitable happened. I met a sexy black guy named Leander, married with two kids, loved his wife. We became a thing. He was handsome, sexy, very sexual and an amazing lover, with the equipment to go along with it. I loved feeling of fullness I got from his thick cock, and the orgasms he provided were the strongest I’d ever experienced. Hubby didn't know how much Leander and I did together, inside the bedroom and outside. Hubby and I still had sex every week or so, always with condoms. My black lover wanted me off the pill, though. I secretly went a doctor and got fitted for a diaphragm and got off the pill. I kept refilling the 3 month supply of pills so hubby would think I was still totally safe but for my black lover and me, there was only that rubber cap and creme. Soon we started skipping the creme when I was supposedly safe since it tasted bad---then we did away with it all together. Finally in a fit of passion one evening, we went all the way ---without my diaphragm. As luck would have it, I got pregnant and when I told hubby about it he was excited and not angry. We kept the baby, a girl, and 6 months after her birth when Leander was transferred, she became Hubby's and mine for sure. I insisted hubby use condoms every time throughout the pregnancy, too.

  After our daughter's birth, we had serious conversations about having any more babies with me being totally against another pregnancy and him sort of liking the idea of another guy filling me. Time came for me to start playing and I got back on the pill. Hubby wasn't allowed to touch me without a condom and then only about once every ten days to two weeks – the rest of the time it was the old manual up and down for him and the most delicious oral for me. He kept pushing me to get a steady again but for a while I played the field, enjoying my new found freedom without the worry of pregnancy.

  About a year later, my friend who started all this was talking to me. I learned that she and her hubby were still using condoms, but her hubby thought that her boyfriends were using condoms, too. Since she and hubby were swingers occasionally, they had had several affairs with both of them in the same room at the same time, and on those occasions she always played safe. She had done the usual putting him in her routine, and he had done the same for her – they had each gotten used to putting the condom on the guy. I promptly told my hubby but he was not at all interested in trying another woman. He did, however, want to try “prepping the lover” as he called it.

  We did the threesome routine with lover being wrapped by hubby a couple of times but that didn't work out. We went back to what we had done before – manual for him before I went out, my going out and then returning for him to pleasure me to exhaustion. I still had my diaphragm just in case I forgot to take the pill but rarely used it and hubby still didn't know I had one.

  Last summer we took a two week vacation with the kids. We went to visit a guy in Colorado who was in my hubby's old fraternity. Hubby took the condoms but slipped the pills out of my purse and left them at home. Imagine my panic the first night when I discovered the pills were not where I had put them. Two weeks and no playing around without using rubbers, and to make matters worse, the second week of the vacation I was supposed to be fertile. Well, you guessed it – although hubby and I had more sex than usual (protected of course), I also had sex with two black guys, one of whom who used a condom the several times we had sex one night after drinks, and my hubby's frat brother who didn't and used me throughout the second week. You guessed it – I took and hubby told me he had set it all up. We now have a two-month-old baby boy to show for it and hubby hasn't cum in me unprotected for a little less than five years.

  I truly love the hotwife lifestyle. I don’t feel that any one man is enough to satisfy a woman, and I really enjoy the variety I’ve experienced. Each man has sex in a different way, and I love the noises they make when they’re cumming and feeling their cocks deep inside of me, shooting their cream inside another man’s fertile wife. My black lovers are like criminals, stealing another man’s rights as they impregnate another man’s wife. I feel like there’s nothing sexier than a criminal, and I know a lot of other women feel the same way.

  I’ve also learned to really love the idea of hubby being condomed. He pulls out, the cum-filled reservoir hanging limply, and I think “he wasted another load” and I've saved myself for my black studs and their seed. When we’re having sex, I love to encourage hubby: “Break the rubber, hunny! I'm fertile and I want your baby!” With my lovers now though, I'm protected but who knows when I'll go back to the diaphragm. It has just the right amount of risk to make it exciting.

  MISTAKEN IDENTITY

  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 don’t know, Eric,” my wife Sydney said. “Maybe we should give it a try.”

  For a few years, I’d been talking to my wife about my fantasy of seeing her with another guy. She was skeptical at first, thinking that I secretly wanted to sleep with other women. Even when we started talking about the possibility, she was concerned about possibly falling in love with the other guy and breaking up our family. But over time, we came to agree that this was something that we could handle and enjoy. She agreed that she’d take a lover but share all of the details with me, and she would make the guy use a condom. (I had a vasectomy after our second child was born.)

  One thing that Sydney had told me was that she was interesting in having sex with a guy with a larger package than I have. I started looking online and I learned about a toy called a penis extension. My penis is only five inches long, and I bought one that would add four inches as well as increase my girth. When I told Sydney about it, she was a little skeptical but the reviews said the women loved it. It arrived on a Friday morning, and I told her that we would try it out in bed that night.

  When the babysitter arrived, we went out to some of the bars downtown and had a great time. I would sit in the corner while Sydney would act like a single woman, doing shots and dancing with sexy young guys. One of the guys she danced with was a tall, muscular black man. As they were dancing, I could see the huge bulge in the front of his jeans, and as they were dancing they were grinding their groins against one another. They were talking into each other’s ears but I couldn’t make out what they were saying over the music. There seemed to be some real chemistry there, and I got an idea.

  When Sydney excused herself to use the restroom, I approache
d the guy. He said his name was Karl. I explained to him that I was her husband but that we had an open relationship, and he could come over to our house and make love to her. He didn’t believe me at first, but after speaking with him for a while he finally agreed: he would wait ten minutes and then drive to our house for some frisky fun.

  When Sydney came out of the bathroom, she gave a sexy goodbye kiss to Karl, then sashayed over to me and we walked out hand in hand. I could smell the alcohol on her and I could see in her eyes that she was wasted. Once we left the bar, she told me that she found Karl incredibly attractive and she was very turned on by his large equipment. She’d asked him how big it is and he said he’s almost ten inches long and very thick. I told her that she’d be getting a large dick tonight because I was going to use the penis extension with her. “I can’t wait,” she said.

  When we got home, Sydney talked with the babysitter for a short while. After the sitter left, we went to bed. My wife was still totally drunk and she said she was feeling sleepy. I told her that she should take a quick shower and I would be waiting for her in bed with our new toy.

  While she was in the shower, I texted Karl: “Where are you?” A moment later came his reply: “In your driveway.” I walked downstairs and was almost at the front door when I saw him walking up the steps. I opened the door, told him that he needed to get in bed quickly, and we tiptoed up to my bedroom. Karl stripped and got in bed, naked. I took a bottle of lube from my dresser, then I turned off the light and slightly unscrewed the light in our lamp (the room’s only light) so that it wouldn’t work. I fumbled my way through the darkness and sat down in the chair on the far side of the bed.