MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

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by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH


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  “Jacob, I think I’ve found somebody,” my wife Emily said, running her fingers up my chest as we lay in bed together. We were both in our mid-twenties. We had both grown up Catholic and we had married in the Catholic Church three years before. For years we had talked about having Emily take a lover but she’d said that she didn’t have anybody she was interested in. Apparently that had changed. “His name is Teejay. He’s been hitting on me for months but I’ve told him no. But he’s very handsome, strong and sexy, and I’d like to date him. And one of the girls in the office dated him and says that he has a huge cock. I’ve always wanted to date a black guy.”

  “He’s black?” I wasn’t expecting that.

  “Yes, he is. Is that okay?”

  “Of course, honey. His race doesn’t matter.” My cock had already been stirring, but it turned rock hard when I heard that the guy was black.

  That week, Emily surprised Teejay by accepting a date with him. They soon became a couple, going out three or four times a week while I would stay at home waiting anxiously for my wife to return home. When she’d arrive, her clothes and makeup would be messed up. I would ravish her used body, enjoying sloppy seconds after her black lover had been there. While we made love, Emily would tell me all the dirty little details from her date with Teejay while I was eating her out, which would always get me hot and hard. Emily said that his cock was long and thick, and she really enjoyed the feeling of having such a large cock filling her. She claimed that sex with Teejay was easily the best sex of her life. I was so excited to hear her tales that I wouldn’t last long, adding my own meager load to her soupy snatch. Sometimes she would just give me a blowjob or handjob while telling me about her dates, and I would squirt off all over her hands.

  But her relationship with Teejay wasn’t just about sex. They were very close as a couple, and she even met his family. They told her family that she was separated from her husband and in the process of getting divorced. She had formed a close relationship with Teejay’s mother and sister, and they treated her as part of their family. I found it especially erotic knowing that they weren’t just sexual partners but also full boyfriend and girlfriend.

  Then something happened that changed the whole cozy relationship. Emily started feeling nauseated. After a couple of days of this, we started to get suspicious. She took a pregnancy test and, sure enough, a baby was on the way. I had assumed the child was mine, but Emily wasn’t sure. She pointed out that Teejay was cumming inside of her about three or four times a week, while I was cumming inside of her only one every week or two. We found out that, during the second trimester, we could do paternity testing at the same time as the amniocentesis. When the results came back, we learned that Emily was carrying a healthy black baby boy.

  I discussed the situation with Emily and she discussed it with Teejay. We decided that Teejay and I would share Emily, that we would both be her husbands. I told my family that I’d learned that Emily was cheating with a black guy and the baby was his, so we were divorcing. It was a pretty simple situation, actually. We filed uncontested divorce paperwork and we managed to get it approved and through the court in just a matter of months. Not long after the baby was born, Teejay married her in a civil ceremony. Emily’s family didn’t attend the wedding, of course. What my family didn’t know is that I was part of the wedding, attending in place of Emily’s father, and I gave her away to Teejay.

  Of course, I continued to be her real husband in the eyes of the Catholic Church. I’m her husband in God’s eyes and Teejay is just her legal husband. Emily refers to both of us as her “husbands.” Although my name is on the baby’s birth certificate as the father and I’m paying her child support, the baby has Teejay’s last name and my family doesn’t have any contact with the boy. After giving me a baby, Emily said, she now wanted to give Teejay a child.

  Emily moved into Teejay’s one-bedroom apartment in the city, but they’re hoping to move into a bigger apartment soon to accommodate their growing family. You see, Emily is pregnant again. Luckily, though, we know who the father is. Emily only has bare back sex with Teejay. Ever since the wedding, I’ve been having sex with my wife about once every two weeks, always with a condom. Now that she’s pregnant, I can have bare sex with her again. And there’s even better news – I won’t need to use them in the future, either. Emily is pregnant with a girl, and she’s getting her tubes tied when the baby is born. With both a boy and a girl, we all feel that our family is complete. Now Teejay and I can both ride her bareback without any worry of pregnancy.

  I think our family is a model for black and white relations. We’ve found a way to live together and to share resources in a fair and equitable way. Emily loves having two husbands, one black and one white, to share her life with but also to share in the finances and discipline of our children. Between child support and helping them pay for their rent, it’s not easy for me but I love my new, blended family. I think it’s the family of the future!

  BLACK UNTIL GRADUATION

  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 Aidan. I’m twenty-five, a little older than my fiancée Emma, who is twenty-one. We’ve been dating for a few years now and we plan to get married after she graduates from college.

  When I first met Emma, she seemed to have very mixed feelings about dating me. Sometimes she would say that we were perfect for each other, but at other times she seemed less than overjoyed. For example, sometimes in bed she a little disappointed while making love. I would ask her about it afterward and she would say that nothing’s wrong.

  One day, though, she admitted to me that the other boys she dated had much bigger cocks and they felt much better. While she felt that we were right for each other in the long run, she didn’t want to lose the opportunity to hook up with other guys and have great sex while she’s still young and in college. I told her that I understood and I didn’t want to lose her, and if she needed to be free to date other guys until we get married, I would support her in that. Emma kissed and hugged me, and she told me that she was now certain that we were meant to be together.

  As Emma opened up about her sexual past, I realized that most of the guys she had been dating were black guys. Not all of them, but more than half. She really had a thing for sexy, tattooed guys who work out in the gym. In addition to the occasional random hook up, she had three fuck buddies that she would see on a regular basis. Her favorite, though, was a black guy named Jahlil. She had sex with Jahlil more than her other fuck buddies, usually two or three times a week. He worked about twenty minutes away from the campus at the Wal-Mart. She lived in a house off-campus with two other girls, and when one of her roommates threw a party, I met Jahlil. He’s totally ripped, with a strong, dominant personality and a cocky walk. Emma really gets off on arrogant guys, so I could see why she was so infatuated with Jahlil.

  Jahlil was hanging around and I knew that he was going to fuck my fiancée as soon as I left. I went into Emma’s bedroom. I lifted the window about an inch and raised the shade up a good six inches, then moved the curtain to the side just enough to allow a nice view into her room. Rather than actually leaving, I walked down the sidewalk toward my car, then turned around and walked up behind the bushes, right next to her window. I looked around to make sure nobody could see me. It was dark and I didn’t see anybody out
there, but I was still nervous as I focused on Emma’s room.

  About ten minutes later, Emma and Jahlil walked into her room hand-in-hand. They were kissing wildly. The way her body was moving, it was clear that she was totally excited by her black lover. I’d never seen her act that way with me, like a slut for him. She was playing with his cock through his shorts, and it was clear that he was well-equipped. She took it out and pumped it with her hands.

  “Does your fiancé have a cock like this?” Jahlil asked.

  Emma laughed. “He’s about a third as long and nowhere near as thick. He’s small even for a white guy. I can barely feel him when we have sex.”

  “Then why do you want him?”

  “He’s a nice guy,” she said. “He’d be a good partner and provider.” She began licking and sucking his enormous black cock. It had to be a good ten inches long, thicker than a cucumber and covered in dark veins. I realized that she never sucked my cock, just playing with it a bit to get it hard before she rolled on the condom.

  She pulled off her shirt and unhooked her bra while Jahlil removed her shorts and panties. Emma laid down on her bed, but Jahlil said he wanted to fuck her doggy. She got on her hands and knees, awaiting his thick black cock. He lined up the head at her entrance and slowly began to push it inside. She was slowly rocking, accepting his manhood inside of her, and moaning her pleasure with every inch. “Oh, God… It’s so much bigger than my fiancee’s little penis. It feels so good.” Although she’d always made me use a condom “just to be safe,” even though she’s on the pill, her black lover was taking her bareback.

  Jahlil’s powerful, muscular frame was holding her hips and pulling her hard, thrusting violently inside of her. Emma’s face and breasts were reddened, her breathing shallow, clearly in pure ecstasy. Jahlil was slapping her ass hard, calling her a “white slut” and a “cheap bitch.” Over and over, she told him how great his cock felt. “Oh, God, I’m cumming!” She said that three times before he finally leaned forward, pushing deep inside of her as he coated the walls of my fiancee’s tight little beaver with his thick loads of semen.

  They layed together for a while, holding hands and kissing. “I love fucking you,” he said. “I can’t believe I’m going to lose you to that little white boy this fall.”

  Emma giggled, her hand slowly pumping his slippery, semi-erect member. “You won’t be losing anything. Aidan will allow me to keep you as a lover, even after we’re married.”

  “You’ve talked with him? He’s said that?”

  “Not yet,” she said. “But he’ll let me have whatever I want. He’s a nice guy. That’s what’s so great about them.” Then they started kissing passionately. His cock was hard again in her hand as I slipped away from the window to drive home.

  ACCIDENTAL BLACK BABY

  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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  For years, my husband Aidan and I had been trying unsuccessfully to have children. We’re both in our late twenties and we’ve wanted children for a long time. Eventually we went to a fertility clinic and found out that Aidan had a low sperm count. We decided to use in vitro fertilization (IVF) to get pregnant. We were both elated when we discovered that we were having a baby girl. In the delivery room, Aidan was acting strange when he cut the cord. When the baby was handed to me, I realized why – our baby was black.

  “Madison, is there something you want to tell me?” Aidan asked.

  “I didn’t do anything,” I replied. “I wasn’t sleeping with anybody else. The fertility clinic must have made a mistake.”

  Sure enough, we found out that the clinic had made a huge mistake. They used the sperm of Montrezl Williams, a black man who was also a client of the clinic. Not only did I have a mulatto child, but there was a black couple that had given birth to twins. All three of the babies had my egg and the black husband’s sperm. Aidan and I decided that we should meet the other couple so that the siblings could get to know each other.

  A few months later, we met Montrezl and Tammy at a nice restaurant downtown. I was impressed to learn that Montrezl is a medical doctor and that Tammy is a model. Tammy, we learned, wasn’t able to have her own children and they were using a donor egg. Of course, it wasn’t supposed to be my egg but a friend of hers who had agreed to help them. As we talked, I was happy to learn that our daughter’s father wasn’t only highly intelligent but very handsome and well-spoken as well. As we spoke over dinner, I found him to be incredibly sexy and I could tell by the way that he was looking at me that the feeling was mutual. We discussed a plan to have play dates at least once a month so that they could grow up knowing their siblings.

  When we left the restaurant, Montrezl slipped me his business card. “You’re a beautiful woman,” he said. “I’m happy that you’re the mother of my three children. I’d like to have more with you. Let’s talk about it.” Then he leaned in, put his hands on my ass and kissed me. As he did, I felt the huge bulge in his pants. He clearly had a large cock.

  A moment later, Tammy walked out of the restaurant and they got in their car and left. I was totally in shock. Aidan, who was inside paying the bill, walked up to me and asked what was wrong. I told him “nothing,” and we went home.

  That night, while making love with my husband, I was thinking about Montrezl. While Aidan moved his little thing in and out of me, I fantasized about having a cock inside of me that’s large enough that I could feel it. I wanted that thick black anaconda that I felt through his pants. As always, Aidan finished with his a squirt of his infertile semen, and I was left unsatisfied. He fell asleep with me laying in bed, my loins on fire for the real father of my children.

  The next day, I called to see if Montrezl was accepting any new patients. I learned that he was, so I signed up and set up an appointment to see him. Luckily, due to a cancellation, I was able to get in that week. When he stepped inside the room, he asked me what I was there for. I told him, “I’m here for you.” I began kissing him passionately. Then he locked the door and began to undress. In moments, we were both naked. And that’s when I saw his beautiful black cock. It had to be nine inches long, easily twice the size of my husband’s little thing, and quite girthy. I played with his balls and cock with my hands as we kissed, and I could feel him becoming rock hard. My pussy was soaking wet, eager for him. He laid me down on the table and mounted me.

  It was so incredible feeling that mighty black cock penetrating me. It slowly worked its way in, stretching me open bit by bit, until it was finally fully inside. I felt completely full and it felt amazing. It was like a lock that had finally had the right key inserted. It was the perfect size for a woman, and my vagina was the perfect size for his cock, gripping it tightly like a wet, silky vice. My clit was hard and throbbing, and thanks to his girth, I could feel my clit rubbed and stimulated with every thrust. I felt the most amazing pleasure well up from my loins, then shooting up and down my spine, as I felt my first real orgasm. I was moaning in delight, even with Montrezl’s tongue dancing in my mouth. He put me through three more orgasms before he finally grunted and pushed inside balls deep. I could feel his black monster growing even larger and pulsing as his huge black balls filled my cunt with his baby batter. As we rode out our mutual orgasm, I knew that hundreds of millions of his virile sperm were now swimming inside of me, relentlessly searching for my eagerly awaiting egg.


  When I got home, I wondered what I should tell Aidan. Eventually I sat him down and discussed the unusual situation that we were in, and how important it was that our daughter know her siblings. Then I pointed out that it wouldn’t be right to give her a white half-sibling. I expressed my concern that he might treat the white sibling better, and that he might consider that child to be his only “real” child. After some serious discussions, we agreed that the right thing to do would be to have all of our children using Montrezl’s sperm.

  Nine months later, I gave birth to a baby boy. I’m now five months pregnant with another boy. Aiden is working long hours at work to pay for our growing family and wants this to be the last one, but Montrezl wants to try for another girl. Something tells me that Montrezl will get his way. With a face and body like his, not to mention that big, wonderful cock, he always gets what he wants.

  HELPING A BROTHER OUT

  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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