MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  “It’s okay, honey,” Josh said, running his fingers through my hair. “You don’t need to leave him. We can just stop having sex. Eventually he will break up with you and move on. Then we can be together as a couple.” I was already falling in love with Josh, but at that moment I knew he was the man for me.

  Now Josh talks to me over the phone and sends me romantic texts, and we go out on dates a couple times a week. At the end of the dates he just gives me a peck on the cheek and he goes home. Caris still comes by my apartment two or three times a week, and with him it’s all about sex. He takes me in his powerful arms. I’m intoxicated by his manly scent as he kisses me, my pussy soaking in anticipation. He pounds me hard with his thick eight inch cock, slapping my white ass as I moan through orgasm after orgasm. At the end, Caris explodes and coats my cunt with his seed. I give him a kiss goodbye at the doorway, my womb filled with a hundred million of his virile sperm searching for my egg.

  I still have a long way to go. The immense attraction I still feel for bad boys like Caris, and the intense orgasms I feel when he fucks me with his mighty phallus, shows that I still have self-esteem issues. But Josh is such a sweetheart and he’s helping me heal. One day, I’m sure, I will be attracted to Josh the way I’m attracted to Caris. In the meantime, I’m getting all the love and attention I crave from Josh and the sexual satisfaction I need from my black lover Caris. What more could a girl ask for?

  9 INCHES AND GROWING - Part 1

  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 really excited about it,” Noah said to the camera before turning to face his twenty-one-year-old fiancée Elsie. “I can’t wait for the wedding and the honeymoon in Hawaii.”

  “Neither can I!” the wavy-haired blonde Elsie said, glowing. It was a great scene that would really appeal to our viewers. I was a cameraman on a cable TV show called “The Big Christian Family.” The show was about Dale and Mary Jessup, an ultra-religious pair who lived in the South. They didn’t believe in birth control and had fourteen kids in all, seven boys and seven girls. They also had a very strict code of morality that they called “holiness standards,” and didn’t allow the girls to wear makeup or pants, only dresses. They were not supposed to even kiss until their wedding.

  Personally, I think the whole thing is nonsense but the show is a real hit with evangelicals in the South. A few years ago, the oldest daughter Ellie Mae married Neil. That gave us our best ratings to date. Given the Jessups’ opposition to birth control, we were all expecting some children from them but it has been three years now without any luck. Then last year there were two weddings, the sisters Edna and Evelyn, and those gave us even bigger ratings. Edna and Evelyn both had babies within a year of their weddings and the viewership continues to be strong. This year’s wedding is Elsie’s, and we’re hoping for another ratings bonanza.

  I’m Tyrone. I work as a cameraman on The Big Christian Family. You’re probably wondering how I got the job, so I’ll tell you. Although I’m black, I was adopted by a white Christian family that lives a few towns away. My adopted brother is Neil – yes, that Neil, the one married to Ellie Mae. So, I guess you could say that I’m part of the Jessup family by way of marriage. I was having trouble finding a job, largely because of felony convictions for aggravated assault and armed robbery. As a tattooed black man with a criminal background, a lot of people just write me off. But the Jessups gave me a chance by helping me get a job on the crew. One of the senior cameramen showed me how to do the work and now I’m a professional at it.

  Elsie is my favorite of the Jessup girls. Often times when we’re between shoots, I’ll have some small talk with Elsie. Nothing wrong with a little harmless flirting. I would always notice an occasional sideways glance from her, checking out my chiseled physique. Sometimes I’d even notice her checking out my package. At nine inches long, I’m pretty well endowed and I know that even a little church girl like Elsie would love to get her hands on a thick black cock and make her a real woman. But one encounter I had with her was especially memorable.

  I was staying at the Marriott along with most of the Big Christian Family crew. I was sipping on some scotch and I left my room for ice when I saw Noah down the hallway leaving the room of our executive producer. I saw the door open up again and Elsie’s head pop out. Noah came up to her, gave her a little peck on the lips, then she went back inside and he jumped inside the elevator. Frankly, I was shocked. Supposedly the Jessup girls are chaperoned at all times and don’t even kiss until their wedding, but here she was with Noah and she gave him a kiss. I couldn’t help but smile as I returned to my room.

  About twenty minutes later, I heard a knock on my hotel room door. I opened it and there was Elsie, standing in front of me wearing a conservative green button-up shirt and jean skirt. “Hi Tyrone,” she said, shuffling her feet. “How’s it going?”

  “I’m good, I’m good,” I said, wondering what the heck was going on. “You wanna come inside?”

  Elsie looked both ways down the hall, then she quickly slipped inside my room. As soon as she did, I locked the door behind us.

  “I’m just so nervous,” she said, leaning back against the wall. “It’s only a couple of weeks until the wedding.”

  I nodded slowly, trying to figure out what to say. I didn’t want to scare her off, but the fact that she’d come into my room had me intrigued. “I’ll bet you and Noah can’t wait until your wedding night.”

  She smiled sweetly. “Yeah.”

  “I’m really happy for you, but I’ve always felt like there was a connection between us.” I placed my hands on the wall, on either side of her. “Something special that we never got the chance to explore.”

  Elsie looked at my chest, them up to my eyes. “I feel it, too. But my daddy would never allow it. We’re only supposed to date Christian guys from our church.”

  “He wouldn’t want you dating a black man,” I said.

  She looked down, nodding. “He would deny it but I know it’s the truth.” She looked into my eyes. “Personally, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it. I think black guys are really sexy.”

  I leaned in and kissed her. My hands roamed down her waist and over her ass while my tongue slipped inside of her mouth. She didn’t move her tongue and I wondered if she’d ever done it before. Her breathing was fast now, and she put her hands on my waist. “I can’t do this. I’m getting married in two weeks.”

  “You aren’t married yet,” I replied. “You’re a single woman and I’m a single man.” There was a lock of hair on her face and I gently brushed it away with my hand. “It’s okay.”

  “I know, but…” She swallowed hard. “I don’t want anybody to know.”

  “I promise.” I reached down and unzipped her jean skirt. It fell to the floor, revealing a pair of white silk panties with a soaked crotch and some hairs poking around the sides. I kissed the side of her neck as I slowly unbuttoned her green shirt, then removed it and her white t-shirt. She was now down to her lacy white bra and panties. I walked her over to the bed, kissed her while fondling her body, removed her bra and then sat her down on the edge of the bed. Her breasts were small but they were young and perky, and my cock bursting.

  I threw off my t-shirt and dropped my jeans to the floor, stepping out of them. I stood in front of Elsie in just my boxers, and she was
staring at the huge bulge in my crotch. “Reach in and take it out.” She hesitated for a moment, then she pulled down my briefs. My cock sprung free. “Oh my goodness,” she said, her eyes wide in amazement. “It’s enormous!”

  “Now put it in your mouth,” I said. She leaned forward tentatively and licked on the cockhead a little bit like she was licking a sucker. “There you go. Now put your hands on the shaft and hold it.” She followed my instructions dutifully. I explained to her how to cover her teeth with her lips, and soon got her to take the head of it inside of her mouth. “That’s right,” I said as a I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her toward me, pushing my cock into her throat. Elsie struggled but I got a few short thrusts in before releasing her gagging mouth.

  “That was good,” I said. Her eyes were watering. “For your first time, that was real good.” She smiled and wiped off the saliva that was dripping down her lips. “Now lay down while I pleasure you.” She complied. I had her lift her lips, and I hooked my fingers on the elastic band of her white panties and slipped them down her legs. She had a fully hairy muff, like something from a 1970’s porno. But I wasn’t deterred. I leaned in and began to lick her cunt. As I lapped up her sweet nectar, I noticed how sticky it was and I suspected that she was ovulating. I went to slip a finger inside and I noticed that her hole was tiny, smaller than even my pointer finger. Then I realized what I was seeing – she was a virgin with an intact hymen. I’d never seen a hymen before and my fully-erect cock got even harder.

  I couldn’t resist any longer. I got up on top of Elsie and placed my cock on top of her slit. I kissed her as I rocked in place, my shaft massaging her clit as we dry humped. Finally, I grabbed the head of my cock and placed it right at her entrance, wetting the head with her cream. I waited for a moment, my meat marinating in her virginal pussy juices, my balls eager for more. Then, like a robber breaking into a bank, I thrusted hard and broke right through the virgin’s hymen. Elsie yelped but I began kissing her, muffling her cries. Her cunt was impossibly tight but I kept pushing, a fraction of an inch deeper with each thrust. I knew I should go slow but I needed to take it all, to take it at once. Her honey pot was clenching hard on my manhood, a velvety vice as I pushed deeper and deeper. Elsie’s face was flush, her breathing labored as she cried in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

  I reached the point where I could go no further, my cockhead pressing against her cervix. I wasn’t fully inside of her, a few inches remained outside, but I had taken all there was to take. I then began to pound her with long thrusts, pounding her fast and hard. “Oh jeez,” she cried, her mouth agape as she moaned in pleasure. “You’re so big! You’re penis is just so big!... Oh, ooooohh!” Her stomach clenched, her back arched, she threw her head back and groaned through an orgasm. I could feel her cunt gripping my cock even harder, milking my cock to extract my black seed. Seeing Elsie cum was so erotic that I couldn’t take it. My balls tensed up and my cock began to tingle. “I’m cumming,” I said, pressing as deep as I could, shooting my seed deep into her womb. Elsie was a virgin no more as we kissed and cuddled in a post-coital embrace.

  “I have to go,” Elsie said, jumping out of bed. As she pulled her panties up, I thought about how the Jessups don’t use birth control. I knew that hundreds of millions of my sperm were happily wiggling and jiggling their way inside of her, enjoying their new home. She zipped up her jean skirt, buttoned up her shirt, gave me a kiss and left.

  After that, everything was back to business. We filmed the white wedding and it was as adorable as we’d hoped. The only problem was that Elsie was experiencing nausea on the day of her wedding, but luckily she made it though the ceremony without gagging. While they were on their honeymoon, I heard from some of the crew that the newlyweds were having a good time thought the nausea was pretty intense.

  A few months later, it was announced that Elsie was pregnant. Her husband Noah was proud as peaches, ready to be a father. Personally, I was wondering if I might have impregnated her but I couldn’t say a word. They announced that the baby was a boy, and Elsie was taking pictures of her pregnant belly all through the pregnancy. Based on past experience, everybody believed that the birth of Elsie’s baby would be a huge for ratings. Believe me, what happened made for some shocking television…

  9 INCHES AND GROWING - Part 2

  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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  “What’s wrong?” I asked Elsie, my new bride who was finally in bed with me. She’s one of the Jessup daughters on the reality TV show “The Big Christian Family.” We quickly undressed and she reached inside my underpants, removing my penis. All four inches were hard as steel, but she seemed disappointed.

  “Nothing’s wrong,” she said, forcing a smile onto her face. “It’s fine.” When I mounted her and slipped my cock inside of her, she asked, “is it in yet?” I told her it was but she seemed uncertain. She held my hips and moved her hips rapidly, as if she was trying desperately to feel something. Then she just calmed down and just lay there, allowing me to take my pleasure. When I finally climaxed, she gave me a condescending smile. I thought it might all be in my head, but I also thought her illness might have been a problem. Starting a couple days before the wedding, Elsie had been suffering from serious nausea.

  Soon after our wedding night, we discovered that Elsie was pregnant. It was a big ratings event for the show and we took lots of pictures of her growing belly for social media. But nine months later, when she finally gave birth, I realized why she had been suffering nausea even before the wedding. When I was in the delivery room and I heard the baby cry, Elsie and I were both overcome with emotion, crying. But I couldn’t help but hear the strange whispers and gasps by the hospital staff. When they had cut the umbilical cord, I noticed that the baby had dark skin and nappy hair. Elsie had given birth to a black baby!

  It was a huge scandal that rocked “The Big Christian Family.” We lost a bunch of show sponsors and there were rumors that the network was going to cancel the show. But luckily Dale Jessup, the patriarch of the family, stepped in and found out what had happened: Tyrone, a cameraman on the show and the adopted brother of Neil (who is married to Elsie’s sister Ellie Mae), had taken Elsie’s virginity before the wedding. He sat all of us down for a talk in front of the cameras. Tyrone was now sitting at the table with us.

  “God is not the author of confusion,” Dale said authoritatively, “According to the Bible, when a man knows a woman physically, he becomes the woman’s husband in God’s eyes. That’s how Adam became the husband of Eve, not through a ceremony but by having marital relations with her, by knowing her as his wife. And God does not allow for divorce. What God has brought together, let no man tear asunder.”

  “What does that mean?” I asked.

  “It means that Tyrone is Elsie’s real husband in God’s eyes. Legally, Noah, you are her husband and you may continue living with her in the house we bought you. But you are not to have any physical relationship with her whatsoever. You are to live as brother and sister. Tyrone, as the real husband, will move into the house with you and he will father the children.”

  I immediately moved into one of the spare bedrooms. A week later, Tyrone moved into the house. I’ve become primarily a babysitter for Tyrone and Elsie, which helps them find time to make love. Although I no longer got to have sex with Elsie, I was incredibl
y aroused at seeing and hearing the two of them together. The way Elsie’s body would move and react to Tyrone’s presence and touch was totally a turn on for me. She seemed to be always turned on for him, her body undulating against his crotch.

  The house is old and has large cracks around the doors. Luckily their bed is straight ahead of the door, and by squinting I can get a clear view of the bed. I love to watch Tyrone remove Elsie’s jean dress and her silk panties. She’s also become quite an accomplished cocksucker. I didn’t even think it was possible, but she’s managed to deep throat his thick black cock, taking it down her throat and her lips going all the way to the base of his shaft. While she was quiet and barely moved in bed with me, she is totally wild with Tyrone, moaning and groaning like a whore. “Oh goodness, I’m cumming,” she grunts out, her back arched as she climaxes. I love seeing her white pussy stretched tight as a drum around his thick black cock, seeing his balls twitching as he fills her with his seed. When his thick black serpent slowly slithers out of her cunt with a pop, and his cum is trickling down her leg onto the mattress, it gets me incredibly aroused. I know it’s a sin, but I often masturbate right after watching them or while listening to Elsie from the adjacent bathroom.

  I’m sure you’re not surprised, but Elsie is pregnant again. The Jessup family will be adding another black baby later this year. Now that Tyrone is on the show instead of filming it, he’s unemployed so I’m the sole breadwinner for the family. It’s going to be a struggle paying for my growing family but with God’s help, we will make it and be a wonderful example for other families to follow.

  9 INCHES AND GROWING - Part 3

  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.