MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

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  “I’ll ask Matt about it,” my wife Hannah said, speaking into the phone. “I don’t know what he’ll think about it.” She was talking with our neighbor Laquisha Johnson. The two of them were good friends, both in their mid-twenties, and they’d often talk on the phone together. Occasionally we’d have dinner with Laquisha and her husband Marcus. I liked them a lot. The two of them had grown up in the inner city and moved out the suburbs to have a better life. Marcus worked on the line at the plant and Laquisha worked a receptionist at a doctor’s office.

  After the phone call, Hannah sat me down. “You know how Laquisha is having trouble conceiving, right? Well, they went to the doctor and the problem is on her end. Marcus is fine – abnormally virile, in fact – but it’s very unlikely that she’ll ever be able to conceive.”

  “Okay,” I replied, wondering where she was going with this.

  Hannah sighed. “They want to know if I could be the surrogate mother for their baby.”

  I was stunned. “What do you think about that?”

  “Honestly, I’m flattered. I’d like to help them out.”

  “They can afford IVF? I thought their health coverage isn’t so good.”

  “Well, that’s the thing,” Hannah said, running her fingers up my leg. “They can’t afford that. It would need to be done the natural way.”

  “You mean he would…?” Marcus was an incredibly attractive man. Tall and muscular, he was projected to be a top draft pick for the NFL before suffering a career-ending injury at college. There were always women checking him out and smiling at him, and I could tell that Hannah found him attractive as well. “It wouldn’t even be Laquisha’s baby. It would be yours.”

  “They know that,” she said. “But they really want children. Can we help them out?”

  I was conflicted about it, but I did want to help out the Johnsons. And for some reason, the thought of my white having sex with the sexy Marcus. After a number of discussions about it, I finally agreed. When we went to the grocery store, Hannah snatched a large box of Trojans and tossed it into the cart.

  “If you’re trying to get pregnant by him, why do you need condoms?” I asked.

  Hannah smiled. “Those aren’t for him, silly. Those are for you.” Ever since I’d met her, Hannah had been on the pill. We hadn’t been planning on starting a family for a while so birth control wasn’t an issue. But now she was going off the pill, so she was putting me in condoms.

  A couple nights later, Marcus and Laquisha stopped by our house. I sat down with Laquisha and we shared some decaffeinated coffee while talking about life. Hannah threw her hands up around Marcus’s neck and they French kissed before going into our bedroom. Laquisha and I were having a great conversation when I heard their voices coming through the air vents.

  “Damn, Marcus, it’s huge! Your cock is a fucking monster!”

  “Yeah, it’s nine and a half inches.”

  “It’s nearly as thick as a coke can! I can’t wait to feel it inside of me. My husband’s penis is so small.”

  Laquisha laughed. “Yeah, Marcus is a big boy. He’s so big that sometimes I feel like I can’t take all of it.”

  As we were talking, all I could hear was Hannah moaning in ecstasy, groaning deeply and swearing. She was always so quiet in bed with me, but she was talking dirty to Marcus, telling him how much she loved his black cock and how she loved seeing his black skin against her body. Three times she called out an orgasm. I was shocked because the most I’d ever been able to do it get her off a single time. They had sex for a good twenty minutes before we finally heard Marcus moaning loudly as he climaxed.

  Marcus came out of the bedroom fully clothed. Hannah was wearing nothing but her black robe, and she was holding his hand. They kissed again at the doorway, then Marcus and Laquisha went home. I then looked at Hannah. She was smiling from ear to ear. “Now it’s your turn,” she said. When we got into the bedroom she dropped her robe. Her inner thighs and cunt were glistening, her pussy hair matted down with semen. She laid back on the bed, spread her legs, and curled her finger toward me. “Eat my pussy, honey. Lick me clean.”

  As I leaned in, I could smell the musky scent of her black lover’s semen mixed with her juices. Her cunt was swollen and red, with a trail of white sperm leaking down. I licked up a glob of white spunk with my tongue. It tasted a little salty and nutty, but not unpleasant. I then began to eat her with abandon, and I brought her to orgasm twice. My little penis was now rock hard, and I rose to mount her. “Woah, not yet,” she said. “Get a condom.” She pointed at the box sitting on the dresser. I got up, ripped open the wrapper, and rolled the rubber over my penis. When I penetrated her, I couldn’t feel much friction but I could feel the warmth of her body through the prophylactic. Thanks to the lack of sensation, I was able to last longer than I normally do, and before I shot my seed into the condom I was able to bring her to a third orgasm. I felt proud knowing that I’d matched Marcus’s number.

  That was my first time using a condom but it wasn’t my last. I wore condoms with my wife for five straight years while Marcus was barebacking her. Laquisha and Marcus had said they wanted five children, but Hannah was only able to give them three. During her last pregnancy, she had a medical condition that was nearly fatal and the doctors told us that Hannah could die if she had another baby. Sadly, she had her tubes tied at the hospital just after the birth.

  Unfortunately, the stress of parenting seemed to get to Laquisha and Marcus. They divorced a couple of years ago, and there was a falling out between my wife and Laquisha. Luckily, although the babies have the last name Williams and were named by them, Hannah put my name on the birth certificate as the father. They were never formally adopted by the Williams, and Hannah and I are raising our three kids now. Laquisha doesn’t even see the children any longer, and they now call me “dad” and refer to their biological father as “Uncle Marcus.” Marcus stops by and visits our kids now and then, and he also makes a point to spend some sexy time with Hannah when he’s here. I don’t object to that. After all, they’ve been having sex for five years and we all enjoyed it, so why not let it continue? Even better, I now get to enjoy sloppy seconds in her slick, oily snatch without needing to use a condom. Life couldn’t be any better!

  THE BLACK BREEDERS CLUB

  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 Nick. I’ve been happily married to my wife Hailey for seven years and we’re both in our late twenties. Hailey is a looker, standing 5’8 with long blond hair and blue eyes and an hourglass figure.

  Before I met Hailey, she had always been somewhat promiscuous. In fact, her only long-term relationship ended right before we met and it ended because he caught her cheating. Hailey confessed to me what happened with her ex-boyfriend and that she just doesn’t feel like she can be monogamous. After discussing it, we decided that she could date other guys as long as she’s open and honest about it. For nearly all of our relationship, Hailey was also dating other guys. She had at least one side lover during most of our marriage, and most of the time she would rotate through three to five guys. Hailey didn’t neglect me in the bedroom, though. When she would come home from her dates, she would tell me everything that happened. Usually we would both make love at that point, as I enjoyed sloppy seconds.

  A number of times whil
e she was dating, we had a pregnancy scare. We talked about what would happen if one of her lovers impregnated her. Hailey was adamant that she would never get an abortion, and we agreed that a guy shouldn’t be responsible for child support just because he gave a wife some really good sex, especially if there is a husband around to raise the child. I’d always known there was a significant possibility that I might end up raising other men’s children as my own. Still, I was surprised when Hailey brought up her newest idea to me.

  “What do you think?” She said, handing me the brochure.

  It was an advertisement for the “Black Breeders Club.” It was officially a club for women who like dating black men and having their babies to meet and discuss their issues. But they also had a collection of black “counselors” available. It had all of the their vital information, including pictures of their huge equipment. There were twenty guys in the catalog, all menacing, heavily-muscled black guys with dark skin. They were charging $200 an hour for “counseling.”

  “That’s a lot of money,” I said.

  “We can afford it.” She put her arms around my waist. “I’ve been thinking about having a baby and I’d really like to have a black one.”

  Although we weren’t sexually exclusive, nearly everybody we knew thought that we were a normal, monogamous couple. I conveyed my concern that if she had a black baby, everybody would know that she’s sleeping with other people.

  “You seem very turned on by that,” she said, her right hand fondling my crotch. True enough, I was rock hard at the thought of her getting bred by a black stud and having a black baby, but I was still concerned. We talked further, though, and agreed that it might become easier if we became an open about our lifestyle. I also agreed that I would raise a black baby as my own.

  I discovered that Hailey had already picked out the black stud that she wanted to breed her. His name was Karl. According to the Club, he had successfully bred over thirty white wives. He was handsome, intelligent, educated and athletic – a great male specimen for breeding. He also was said to be an incredible lover, with a thick, ten-inch cock.

  Hailey was eager to try him out. She went off the pill and began charting her cycles. She pinpointed when she would be ovulating. She moved her other lovers to safe times of the month, and reserved Karl for five straight days, all at or around her ovulation.

  Hailey was in the bathroom, primping and brushing her hair when Karl arrived. She was wearing only a sexy new pair of bra and panties that she’s purchased at Victoria’s Secret beneath her robe. Karl showed up wearing a muscle shirt and jeans. I was surprised at just how big he was compared to me. I felt tiny compared to him, and more than a little intimidated. When Hailey came out and greeted him at the door, he just ignored me, grabbing my wife’s ass and kissed her. Hailey was rubbing her body up against his, no doubt eager to try out the huge cock that she’d been promised.

  In the bedroom, they quickly removed their clothes. Karl’s ripped black physique was quite a contrast to Hailey’s soft white frame. She dropped to her knees and carefully took his huge semi-erect cock, gently cupping his balls as she began sucking it. An experienced cocksucker with many well-hung lovers in her past, she was able to take him deep inside. Karl was moaning in pleasure, holding my wife’s head in place as she greedily gobbled his thick, veiny beast. I walked over to Hailey’s drawer and found the tube of lubrication. I then sat down and started to stroke myself as I watched the action.

  They kissed again, with Karl’s mighty ten-incher pressing against her belly, then my wife spread out on the bed. Karl got down and began licking the sweet nectar of her cunt, and Hailey was gripping the blankets in her hands as she moaned in pleasure. After a couple minutes, Karl rose up and aimed his dark weapon at my wife’s vulnerable white pussy. She spread her legs a little more, beckoning him to violate her. He put the tip of his cock at her tight, wet entrance for a moment, and then pushed inside hard like a burglar breaking into a building. Hailey gasped as she received him, and in just three thrusts he was balls deep. She was moaning, kissing him passionately as her virile black stud pounded her relentlessly with his giant cock. I could see her stomach clenching and releasing as she orgasmed, and her toes curling, and those involuntary movements never failed to turn me on. Although Hailey came three times, Karl just powered through, fucking her in position after position. Finally, in doggy style, he announced that he was cumming. Hailey’s back was arching, groaning as she orgasmed, and I felt my own climax building in my balls. I thought it was almost magical, the way the three of us came simultaneously.

  Karl left after their coupling, and then Hailey asked me to join her in bed. I was a little surprised, as we had already discussed the fact that I wouldn’t be having any sex with her until she got pregnant, but she indicated that she wanted me to lick her pussy clean as I do when she returns from her dates. I’d never tasted a black man’s seed before but it tasted especially delicious just knowing that Hailey was fertile and using no birth control with him. I managed to give her another orgasm in the process.

  Over the five days, I had the opportunity to see Karl fucking her good and hard repeatedly. I always masturbated while watching them, but I also would jerk off later just thinking about what I saw. That huge black stud breeding my beautiful blonde was one of the most erotic things I’ve seen in my life. A couple weeks later, we were both overjoyed when the pregnancy test came back positive.

  Before our son was born, we had to sit down our friends, neighbors and family to explain our lifestyle. There were a lot of questions, some hurt feelings, and we lost some friends over it. But we’re much happier now because we can live our lives out in the open, and everybody still in our lives either accepts it or tolerates it. Both of our families have been very supportive of their new grandchild, and they couldn’t love our son any more if his skin were as white as Hailey’s and mine. They just tell us how handsome he is and they can’t wait for more. Frankly, neither can I!

  AFRAID TO LEAVE HIM

  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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  “It’s okay, Sarah,” Josh said, comforting me. “You don’t have to leave him.”

  My boyfriend Josh is such a great guy. He’s so understanding. I love having a boyfriend who cares about me!

  Ever since I hit puberty, I had dated bad boys. I was strongly attracted to guys who were handsome, sexy, strong, dominant, and often violent. I dated guys with large cocks who knew how to use them, guys who ooze confidence and sex appeal with every movement. The kind of guys who other girls desire and who men respect. Sometimes the nice guys would try to approach me but I always rebuffed them. Sometimes they would ask me out and I’d turn them down, but most of the time they could just sense that I wasn’t attracted to them and they’d slink away.

  Obviously, there was something wrong with me. It was probably my self-esteem. For some reason, I just didn’t feel that I was worthy of dating short, weak, pasty-white nerds. My mother and my girlfriends all tell me that the best men are the runts of the litter, the short, socially-awkward geeks who put women on a pedestal and treat them with respect. I knew my friends were right – that the weaklings are the real men and the sexy, atheletic studs are losers – but my self-esteem was so low that I couldn’t help being attracted to the wrong kind of guy, like my current lover Caris.

  Caris is a tall, se
xy, arrogant black guy with tattoos and a violent personality. Everything about him, from the way he talks to the way he walks, just drips sexuality. When women meet Caris, they let him know with their eyes and body language that they are attracted to him, even the ones in relationships. It’s been that way his entire life. When he was younger, he had sex with the nice guy’s girlfriends. Now that he’s an adult, he has sex with other men’s girlfriends and wives. Women make a nice guy wait for weeks, even months before letting them have sex with them, but they eagerly drop their panties for Caris the first time they meet. I knew that Caris was having sex with lots of other women, but I didn’t feel good enough about myself to break up with him. It’s that self-esteem thing again.

  Thankfully, I met my amazing boyfriend Josh. He’s nothing like that loser Caris. Instead of spending his time in the gym and screwing countless women, Josh went to college and got a good job. He’s sweet and romantic, buying me flowers and complimenting me. When we first dated, I made him wait for two months to have sex to show him that I’m a good girl, and he was totally patient about it. When we finally made love, it was a little awkward because he was a virgin and didn’t know what he was doing. I was disappointed that his penis was so small, only five inches long and pretty thin, but our lovemaking session wasn’t unpleasant. I just enjoyed the cuddling and being naked together. Although my bad boy lovers refused to use condoms, Josh was understanding and wore the rubber. He was so excited to finally get inside of a girl that he only lasted a few minutes before squirting his little dab into the condom’s reservoir. Now that we were a couple, I thought that I should break up with Caris.

  When I told Caris that I was leaving him for Josh, he was furious. Caris attacked me physically, leaving visible marks. He said that my pussy was only for him and if I ever cheated again or tried to leave him, it would be much worse. When I talked to Josh about it afterward, I was crying as I told him what had happened. He consoled me and told me that we would make it work.