MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  I heard the shower stop and Sydney stumbling out. Soon she stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, which she quickly dropped to the floor.

  “Okay, honey,” she said with a slur. “Where’s that big fucking dick I’ve been dying to try?”

  “Right over here,” I said, sitting just past Karl. “You want that black guy’s dick, don’t you? Karl?”

  Sydney tried the light switch on the wall but it didn’t work. “Hey, the light’s not working.”

  “That’s okay,” I said. “We can make love in the dark. Come to bed.”

  There was only a slight bit coming from behind her, from the nightlight in the bathroom. I saw her body walk over to our bed and she crawled on top. Karl quickly began kissing her and feeling up her breasts. Sydney was moaning. Getting on top of him, she lowered herself slowly onto his big cock. I could see her silhouette as she threw her head back and began riding up and down.

  “Oh God, honey,” she said. “The penis extension is amazing. It feels so real. It’s so nice having such a big cock inside of me.” I could see Karl’s hands were on her bubble butt as she rocked up and down. I squirted some lube on my cock and began stroking it as I watched the most erotic scene of my life.

  Karl then flipped her over and began fucking her in the missionary position. I could see her white legs up in the air, wrapped around his hips as he fucked her with force and purpose. Her arms held him close as they kissed. Finally I heard Karl grunting. His body tensed up and he grunted. Sydney moaned deeply as she received his load. I came at the same time, my sperm dribbling down my fingers at the same time that Karl’s sperm were swimming up inside of my wife’s vagina. They kissed for a moment, then Sydney began snoring. Karl sneaked out of bed, grabbed his clothes and left. I thanked him, then washed up in the bathroom and slipped in bed with my wife.

  The next day, Sydney told me that she knew all along that it was Karl. She could tell by his muscular body, his movements and his scent that it was her black dance partner from earlier that evening. She’s now been dating him for over a month, seeing him three or four nights a week when the kids are asleep. Because they didn’t use condoms that first time, she said it didn’t seem right to ask him to start now. I agreed with that but I told Sydney that if she’s going to ride bare back, I want her on the pill. When we tried for our two kids, she took right away. Already she’s two weeks late for her period and I’m starting to get a little nervous.

  Oh, I bet you’re wondering if we ever tried the penis extension. We did and Sydney loves it! She wants me to use it all the time now. I find that I pound her harder and faster when I’m wearing it, and she enjoys feeling stretched and filled by my huge rubber manhood. After she’s satisfied, I take it off and she gives me a great blowjob. Our sex life is better than ever!

  HUSBAND THOUGHT DEAD

  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 wife Julia and I were high school sweethearts. Julia is a pretty brunette with large, firm breasts and an hourglass figure, and she’s the only girl I ever really wanted. We married soon after graduation, and luckily my parents who were retiring to Florida allowed us to buy their house for cheap. I studied engineering at the university and she worked as a receptionist at a dentist’s office. Although Julia always wanted to be a stay-at-home mother, we decided that we wouldn’t have kids right away until I was established in my career as an engineer.

  We were both twenty-two years old when I received a job offer that I couldn’t refuse as a highly-paid contractor in the Middle East. Julia cried when I left but she knew it was the right choice for our family. Things were pretty rough the first six months, as we hadn’t been apart in years, but we talked on the phone every few days and video chatted about once every week or two.

  Then one day I was riding with some co-workers in a van over to a military compound when we were surrounded by militants. They killed the van’s driver and one of my fellow engineers. The other three of us were taken captive by Arabic-speaking men, drove in a dusty jeep for an hour and thrown into a dark concrete cell. We lived as prisoners for nearly four years before British soldiers raided the compound and freed us.

  I was in London preparing to fly to the United States. I was so excited to fly home. When I called Julia, she was shocked to hear me. She was crying with joy. The militants had told everybody that we’d been killed, and they’d showed the bodies of two of my co-workers who had died. Everybody, including my family, believed that I was dead. A lot had changed over the last four years, she said, and we would need to talk about it when I got home. She said that she’d be waiting for me at the airport.

  When I got off the plane, Julia was standing there crying. But she was clearly pregnant, with a huge belly and probably in the third trimester, and she was holding the hand of a tall, muscular black man. She gave me a hug and introduced the black guy as Willie. He shook my hand with a powerful grip. The guy had a huge athletic body with broad shoulders and a deep voice. I found him to be quite intimidating.

  As we drove back to my house in their minivan, Julia explained to me that after she believed I was dead, she began dating Willie, her co-worker. They married a year later. She gave birth to a baby boy, then to twin boys a year later, and now she was pregnant with a baby girl. Four babies was enough, she said, especially considering that her current pregnancy and the prior one were very difficult. Now that they were going to have a girl, they planned on getting her tubes tied at the hospital when the baby is born.

  It was clear that Julia had moved on with her new husband. The house that had once been ours was inherited by Julia upon my “death,” and now was owned jointly by Willie and Julia. They agreed to let me stay in the guest room until I found a place of my own.

  That night, as I was lying in bed, I could hear Julia and Willie whispering and giggling. The master bedroom was on the other side of the wall, and the vent allowed pretty much ever sound to come through clearly.

  “I don’t know,” Julia asked innocently. “What do you want from me?”

  “You know what I want, baby,” Willie said sweetly. “I need that sweet white pussy.”

  Soon I heard her softly moaning as my old bed squeaked. “Yes, Willie,” she cooed. “I love to feel your thick black cock filling me up completely.”

  I could hear smacking sounds and I wondered what it was until I heard Julia say, “Yes, I’m a naughty girl. Smack my dirty little ass.”

  “Tell me how much you love that black cock,” Willie said. “You like it, don’cha? Better than your old husband?”

  “So much better, baby.” She was breathing heavily, stopping after every few words to catch her breath. “His little white dick is nothing compared to this.”

  A few minutes later, I heard Willie announce that he was cumming. I heard them both groaning and then the voices gave way to silence.

  About a half hour later, I was laying in bed, curled up and facing the window.

  “Are you awake?” It was Julia’s voice. From the moonlight coming in through the windows, I could see her pregnant form standing at the bedroom door, wearing nothing but a white slip. I told her to come in.

  “You know, Brian,” she whispered, sitting down on the side of the bed. “I only dated Willie because I thought you were dead. I wanted a family and so did he. I always loved you.” She ran a hand through my
hair. “I still love you.”

  I leaned in to kiss her and she responded strongly, kissing me passionately. For years I had dreamed of making love again to Julia and now it was happening. My hands ran all over her sexy body. Although she was in her third trimester, I was incredibly turned on by her. I took off her slip and put my face between her legs. Her cunt was wet and sticky, coated with Willie’s semen, and I eagerly sucked and licked up every drop of his juices. Then I mounted her and we made sweet love.

  That was two years ago. A few months later, after Julia gave birth to her daughter and they tied her tubes, she told Willie that she was still in love with me and that we were getting back together. Willie was furious at first and there were some legal issues, but in the end Willie agreed to let Julia and I keep the children as long as we let him keep the house and agreed that he didn’t have to pay any child support. Willie already has a new girlfriend. From what we’ve heard, he’s madly in love with her and she’s pregnant with his child, so we’ve all moved on. It’s a happy ending for everybody!

  FORCED TO EAT BLACK CREAM

  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 Noah. My wife Maria and I are both in our early thirties. Before I met her, I knew that Maria had been rather promiscuous back in college. When we were first dating in our mid-twenties, when the question of how many people we had slept with came up, she claimed it was only five guys. But it didn’t take long before I’d heard the names of over a dozen men that she’d dated for months at a time back as far back as high school and she’d also admitted to having had one night stands, so I knew the real number had to be considerably higher. I admitted to her that I found it pretty hot, and that I had the fantasy of seeing her with another man. After months of discussions, she finally started dating, usually going out a couple times a week and having sex at the guy’s place.

  About a year after we opened up our relationship, Maria met a guy that she was especially attracted to. His name was Andrus. He was a handsome young black man who worked at the local convenience store. She’d showed me pictures of them together at a club and I could see why she found him so attractive – he was tall, dark skinned, very muscular, probably in his mid-forties. On occasion, Maria told me where they would be clubbing and I would spy on them from afar. It was so erotic seeing them kissing and dancing. His hands were all over her like she was his, and I suppose she was. At one point she confessed to me that Andrus wanted to include me in their sexual activities. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it, and frankly I wasn’t either, but he was persistent and eventually we agreed to try a joint session.

  When Andrus came to our house for the first time, I was standing there wearing nothing but my underewear, as he’d instructed. He looked me up and down and just smirked. “You’d better be ready, boy. It’s going down for you tonight. It’s going down.” I noticed that he had a leather bag with him, like a doctor. I asked him what it was and he said it was his “bag of tricks.”

  Maria came down the stairs and met us in the living room. She was wearing a pink babydoll with matching panties. She walked up to them, they kissed briefly, then she unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out and started playing with him and sucking him off. It was obvious why she was so hot for him. He was packing a big black cock, nearly ten inches long, as thick as her wrist and covered in large veins.

  “You like that, boy?” He asked, looking me in the eye. “This is my woman. Sex is for a real man. A woman needs a man’s cock, not a boy’s little penis. Your penis is for pissing, that’s it. Only a real man should breed a woman.” He looked down. “That’s enough. Let him do it.” Looking back at me, he said, “Do it!”

  I got down on my knees in front of him and I began to suck his cock. I’d never done this before and I slowly took it inside of my mouth. I felt his hands grab my head and push himself deep inside my mouth. I chocked and pulled away.

  “You gotta do better than that!” He looked angry and intimidating, but I had no choice. I again leaned forward and took him inside my mouth. I licked and sucked on the head, trying my best to please him. After about a minute, he said, “That’s enough. Sit down in the chair.”

  I sat down on the recliner while Andrus fucked my wife doggy style on the couch. I could see Maria’s eyes rolling back in her head as she moaned loudly. “Oh, God, baby… It’s so fucking big. So good inside of me. Give me that big black dick. Fuck me just like that.” After a few minutes, they switched positions into missionary. It was incredibly hot seeing his mighty black body pounding like a machine on top of her delicate white body. She was groaning in ecstasy. “Oh, I’m cumming!” She said that three times before he finally unloaded his black weapon deep inside of her cunt, grunting as he filled her completely with semen.

  Andrus got off of her, wiped his sweaty face with his arm, then said, “Eat her pussy. You better eat it good. Lick up all my black cum. Now!” Maria turned herself so that she was sitting on the couch, her legs splayed open and her cunt glazed like a donut, coated with glistening semen and a white trail of cum oozing out of her pussy. I dove in as ordered, licking up and swallowing his load. I stuck my tongue in deep, trying to get every drip, and sucked on her gash to remove every drop. In the process, I brought Maria to orgasm. My cock was rock hard, straining against my briefs.

  “Do you want to fuck her?” Andrus asked, almost angrily.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Not yet,” he said. “You aren’t ready.” He looked over at Maria. “Go get a wooden chair.” She got up and came back with one of our wooden chairs from the kitchen table and faced it toward the couch.

  “Take off your underwear and sit down on the chair,” he ordered. I did as he requested, standing naked in front of the couch.

  “You’re going to sit here and watch. Just watch.” Andrus opened up his leather bag and handed my wife some duct tape. “Put your arms behind you,” he said. I did and Maria tied my arms together behind me, then taped them to the back of the chair. Then he had me sit down in the chair. Maria duct taped my mouth closed.

  Andrus came over and pulled my legs apart. “Spread your legs. I want your ankles taped behind the chair, too.” I did my best, spreading my legs wide and pushing my legs back. It was uncomfortable but I managed to do it, and Maria taped my ankles together behind the chair.

  “All right,” Andrus said, reaching into his bag again. He pulled out a large metal clamp-looking device. “Now we’re ready. Do you know what this is?”

  I shook my head no.

  “This is a burdizzo. When I was a boy, we used this to castrate the goats and sheep. The best ones were selected as the breeders. For the others, the best thing for them was to remove their unnecessary parts.”

  I felt my eyes widen as he brought the metal device at me. I started to panic and tried to move, but I was restrained. Maria put her arms around me and held me in place on the chair. I tried to scream but I couldn’t.

  “It’s okay, honey,” Maria said. “It’s all right, it’s okay. It’s for the best. It will be so much better this way. It will all be over soon.”

  Andrus took my right testicle and placed it inside of the clamp. He held the device in his hands for what seemed like an eternity, and this ring of metal surrounding the cord connecting my ball to my body, threatening to clamp down. I was making as much noise as I could, trying to scre
am but unable to make much noise.

  Then I saw Andrus’s face tense up as he squeezed hard, clamping the burdizzo down. There are no words that can describe the excruciating pain. I felt like I was leaving my body. All I can remember was the incredible pain and my wife’s soothing words as she assisted her black lover in destroying my manhood, then I passed out.

  I woke up the next morning in bed. There was still pain in my nut sack but it wasn’t anything like before. I could hear the sounds of Andrus fucking Maria in the shower. I checked out my balls and I could see bright red welts where the burdizzo had squeezed, and the skin was darkened no doubt from blood.

  Luckily, there were no complications from the castration. In a matter of weeks my balls shriveled away and my ball sack returned to its normal color. I seldom get an erection, so I’m no longer bothering Maria with requests for sex. And even better, perhaps as a side effect of the loss of testosterone, I don’t feel any jealousy when Andrus or Maria’s other lovers breed her. I still get to suck on Andrus’s cock and to clean up Maria after their love making sessions. Looking back, it’s hard to see why I didn’t want this from the beginning. It was totally worth the pain. I think Andrus’s training on the farm helped him understand how to separate the breeders from the geldings, and I’m proud to help him in any way that I can.

  HER OTHER HUSBAND IS BLACK

  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.