MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

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  “Sign here, Noah,” the nurse said to me. I quickly signed my name to the birth certificate, making me the legal father of my wife Elsie’s new black baby. It was joyous occasion for me, Tyrone and Elsie, as we welcomed our second child into our family. This time we were able to do it right, with Tyrone cutting the cord and getting the pictures holding the newborn with Elsie. America obviously loved it, too, as the ratings of our reality show “The Big Christian Family” were higher than ever.

  We took the baby home and everything was wonderful. After a couple of months, Elsie had healed and was able to resume normal sexual relations with her “husband in God’s eyes,” Tyrone. I was pretty busy now, taking care of two kids in diapers and not getting much sleep, but my efforts allowed Elsie and Tyrone to spend a lot of time together as a couple. Things were great.

  Then we got a late night call from a show producer, asking if they could be at our house in an hour to record our reactions to something. They informed me that I would be getting a call from Elsie’s father Dale, the family patriarch, about some news. They arrived, turned on the cameras, and the phone rang. I could tell from Dale’s voice that something was very wrong. He informed me that Elsie’s sister Ellie Mae had lost her husband to a fatal car crash. Unfortunately, it was my responsibility to inform Elsie about what had happened. Even worse, Neil was Tyrone’s brother. Although Neil’s family was white, they adopted Tyrone when he was just a young boy. Neil and Tyrone had known each other since they were children. I woke up Elsie and Tyrone, had them sit in the family room (in front of the cameras), and I told them the news. Of course, both Elsie and Tyrone were devastated.

  We recorded a few episodes about Neil and Ellie Mae, their ups and downs, and their struggle to get pregnant. And, of course, the funeral. It seemed like this event, while ratings gold, was coming to an end. But I couldn’t imagine what was coming next.

  “We have a problem,” Dale said to us, sitting beside his wife Mary. Ellie Mae was also there. She looked a lot like her sister Elsie, but with dark black hair instead of a blonde. “Ellie Mae hasn’t had any children. And now, with Neil having gone to the Lord, he has lost his opportunity to procreate.” Dale looked over at Tyrone. “Are you familiar with Levirate marriage?”

  Tyrone shook his head.

  “It’s Deuteronomy chapter 25 verses 5 and 6,” Dale said. “The Bible says that if a man dies and has no son, the wife of the dead man shall not be married to a stranger. Instead, her husband’s brother shall take her as his wife and go into her, performing the husbandly duties. And the first son she bears shall be named after the deceased husband – in this case, Neil.”

  “You mean I would have two wives?” Tyrone asked. “Elsie and Ellie Mae?”

  “The Bible is not opposed to polygamy,” Dale replied. “Many of the men in the Bible had multiple wives. The only prohibition is that a bishop should only have one wife. And even that implies that other Christians under the New Testament had multiple wives, they just couldn’t be bishops.”

  Dale quickly arranged for an informal wedding, with Ellie Mae wearing the wedding dress she had worn at her first wedding and Tyrone wearing a white tuxedo. That episode had even better ratings than Ellie Mae’s first wedding, and some of our highest ratings in years.

  When we got home from the wedding, it was time for the honeymoon. Since Tyrone now had two wives, he took both of them into the bedroom with him. Unbeknownst to them, I had sneaked a camera into their bedroom so that I could watch Elsie and Tyrone doing the marital act, but now I could watch a threesome with two of the Jessup sisters! I was in the bathroom with my penis in my hands, watching the action stream over my iPad.

  Elsie and Ellie Mae were both dressed up in sexy lingerie for the honeymoon. In the bedroom, they were both kissing Tyrone passionately, taking turns removing his clothing. When his shorts came off, Ellie Mae squealed. “Oh my goodness, it’s huge!” She took her dainty little hands around Tyrone’s thick black monster and gently pumped it. “It’s so much bigger than Neil’s little white penis. I could barely feel it inside of me.” She leaned down and tried to take him into her mouth, but she just couldn’t take it.

  “Here, let me,” Elsie said. She moved in and began sucking him expertly. “This is how you do it, sis,” she said, stopping for air before resuming. Ellie Mae moved around behind Tyrone and stuck her tongue out. Tyrone jumped a bit, but then relaxed as the Jessup daughter performed oral on his anus, licking him and slipping her tongue into his ass.

  Ellie Mae bent over the bed. Tyrone got behind Ellie Mae’s ass. He rubbed the tip of his massive cock in her crotch, grabbed her white ass with his huge black paws, and pushed inside. “Oh my goodness,” Ellie Mae said, lifting her head. “It’s so big! It feels so great, so full… My quiver feels so full. My quiver is filled with your thick, black arrow!” Ellie Mae was moaning like a banshee, praising Tyrone for fucking her good and right. “Good gravy, I’m cumming,” she announced, and groaned through a whopper of an orgasm.

  After satisfying his new wife, he then turned his attention to his first wife. Tyrone lay down on the bed and Elsie rode him cowgirl. Ellie Mae, who was standing there playing with her clit, got up and kneeled over Tyrone’s face, feeding him her cream pie. It was right then that my little balls jerked and I spent my little dab onto my fingers.

  Things have never been better on “The Big Christian Family.” Ellie Mae is pregnant with her first child and Elsie is pregnant with her third. I’m working overtime to try and pay for our big family, but luckily with three other adults in the household we haven’t had trouble with babysitting. When I get home, though, the kids are my responsibility while Tyrone and his wives hang out and copulate. It may not be the way that I would have planned it, but I’m content knowing that it’s God’s way. I hope they never find the camera in the bedroom because the action is incredible and I’ve never been more sexually satisfied!

  PRISON REHAB

  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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  “Is you serious, Kaitlyn? Is you serious?,” Rondae said, calling me from prison. “I need a place to stay our I can’t get out of here!”

  I had been with my ex-boyfriend Rondae on and off for three years. Although he was the love of my life and he was incredibly sexy and amazing in bed, he was violent and I was concerned for my safety. My family was never happy that I was dating a black guy, especially an uneducated, violent thug who used drugs like Rondae. When he was arrested on multiple counts of aggravated assault, my friends and family were relieved.

  My husband Ryan walked in from the den. He adjusted his glasses, looked over at me and mouthed the words “who is it?” Ryan is such a sweet guy. He doesn’t have a strong, muscular body like Rondae or half the confidence, he’s a really considerate partner and my family loves him. Ryan may not have much of a package but sex is a small part of a relationship and I have a great vibrator, and we’re a perfect couple together.

  I cupped the phone with my hand. “It’s Rondae.” Then I whispered to him. “Listen, I can’t make any promises. I’ll talk to him and let you know.”

  After my call, I sat down with Ryan on the couch and I explained the situation to him. He expressed some concern, reminding me about the time that Rondae beat me black and blue and I ended up in the hospital for two days. Holding my husband’s hand, I ex
plained to him that Rondae wasn’t like that anymore, that he’s off drugs now and he’s a changed man. Nobody had ever given Rondae a chance, and even his family won’t talk to him. I explained that he needs a stable place to live to get probation and a nice house in the suburbs is a perfect place for him to start over. Ryan then expressed his concern that I might fall in love with Rondae again. I assured Ryan that I loved him, that he had nothing to worry about, and that everything would be fine. He reluctantly agreed to allow it.

  The next week, I drove over to the prison to pick up Rondae. He came out in a t-shirt and blue jeans, holding a bag in his hand. He looked even buffer than he had before, no doubt due to have all day to work out in the gym. He was over six feet of solid black muscle, walking with a sexy swagger and a confident gaze. I was surprised at my strong reaction to him after not seeing him for seven years. He walked up to me, met my eyes and kissed me, running his hands all over my body. My body reacted instinctively to him and I felt flush. Although I need to use lubrication with my husband, my pussy was soaking wet as it always had for my black lover. Though I kissed him back and ran my hands up his back, feeling his powerful muscles, I knew it was wrong. “We can’t do this anymore,” I said, my body pressed against his as I inhaled his manly scent. “I’m a married woman now.”

  Rondae pursed his lips, slowly nodding. “We’ll see about that.”

  It was a good twenty minute ride from the men’s prison to our house in the suburbs. On the way, we talked about our good times together, like how he used to play on the football team as the star receiver in high school. How we’d get stares when we’d walk down the hallway hand-in-hand. And how amazing the sex was. Rondae is pretty well endowed. I measured him with a ruler in high school and he was just over ten inches long when fully erect, and he was almost that big when soft.

  Frankly, the best part about Rondae’s cock was his girth. I don’t think length matters much beyond seven inches. But when a cock is thick, it just feels so good and touches all the right spots. I would always cum hard when having sex with Rondae, sometimes even passing out. My husband’s five inch penis sometimes slips out during intercourse because it’s so small, and even when he’s thrusting inside it doesn’t have the thickness to really please me physically. I enjoy having sex with Ryan and it’s nice to feel close to him like that, but it doesn’t have the raw animal delight of having sex with a guy like Rondae. After my husband finishes, I pull out my vibrator and take care of business. While I’m buzzing away at my clit, I’m thinking back to the well-hung studs who fucked me good in my past – guys like Rondae.

  When we arrived at the house, Rondae introduced himself to Ryan. My husband kind of shrunk a little bit as they met. I think he was intimidated by seeing Rondae’s height and physique, or maybe just because he’s a black guy. In any case, as Rondae and I walked over to the spare room, I think it was clear to everybody that there was a new man of the house.

  I started making the bed for Rondae, putting the sheets on the spare bed. “I haven’t had a woman in seven years,” Rondae said, grabbing his crotch. “I need some. It was good, you remember.”

  I smiled, throwing a pillow near the headboard. “I’m a married woman now.”

  “That guy, he doesn’t need to know.” He walked up to me, looked down and put his arms around my waist. “We were Rondae and Katie before he ever came around. We’re still Rondae and Katie.” He started kissing and my body melted against his. Again, my pussy was getting wet, eager for sex with this virile, sexy man. I wanted him badly, to feel our bodies together again, to feel his thick manhood pushing deep inside of me, taking me. I knew what I had to do.

  Later that evening, I against sat down with my husband. I assured Ryan that I loved him and he’s the only person I want as my husband and primary partner, but that I still had a strong bond with Rondae and I wanted to resume my sexual relationship with him. My husband was bothered by this, but to his credit he was mature about it and knew that I loved him, and he said he was committed to making it work. I assured him that I wouldn’t neglect him in the bedroom, that we would still have sex every week or so. Then Ryan asked if he could watch us together. I told him that I’d have to clear that with Rondae, but I would tell him as much or as little detail about our encounters as he liked.

  That night, I showered and put on perfume, brushing my curly black hair and primping for Rondae. I put on some cute new lingerie that I’d bought, a pretty white top with matching panties, garters and stockings. When I joined Rondae in the spare room, he was wearing a t-shirt and boxer shorts. He seemed surprised to see me, but he clearly liked what he saw.

  “I thought you said no?”

  “I talked with my husband,” I said. “We talked it out. He’s okay with it.”

  For the years that I’d been with Ryan, I’d suppressed my sexuality. I wanted to be with a nice guy and so I shut off that part of my life. As I kissed Rondae that night, I realized just how much I had been missing, how I had sold out my sexuality – no, sold out my very self – to do what society says is “right.” Yes, Ryan was a good man and a solid partner but that wasn’t what I needed. Every fiber of my being desired to be with a man like Rondae. Around my husband, I felt like a person working to run a household. With Rondae, I felt like a woman.

  He dropped his shorts, freeing his huge black cock. He was now completely naked apart from the bracelet that the prison had secured around his ankle. “Suck it, bitch,” he ordered. I obediently dropped to my knees and began to pleasure him. Taking Rondae’s cock in my hands, I was so excited to see and feel his enormous cock inside of me again. As I encased his cock with my mouth, I reflected on why a man like Rondae is so superior to a nice guy like Ryan.

  What makes a man like Rondae a real man is his ability to take me. To do with and to me whatever he desires. That is important to me. My husband, like many husbands, is a gentle man. I do not want that during sex. I want to be taken, for the man to take charge and make things happen. I am there for his pleasure, and to receive pleasure simply by giving him pleasure. For me, the most important thing a real man can do is to take me and do with me as he wishes, sexually.

  A real man doesn’t hold back during sex. He will do what he feels he wants to do without regard for anything or anyone. He has to accept certain limitations, yet he must also push those limits. He doesn’t have to be borderline violent, but he must be in control. A real man takes charge and control, and by doing so he makes me feel like a woman. His job is not to understand what I want – his job is to fuck me, and do it well and often. I want my pussy to be full, my legs numb, my head reeling. My body belongs to the man or men inside of me.

  All women, even the dominant ones, want a man to be in charge sexually. Real men are superior and they know it, and they would never allow a wedding ring to deter them. They are arrogant and they have a right to be. I am dominant around nice guys like my husband, but I am very submissive around a man like Rondae. He just commands it by being himself. They have an air of superiority about them, and for good reason. They know they get women, and many very easily. They know women enjoy having sex with them, and they want it from him and men like Rondae often. They are the kind of men that other men respect and that women desire.

  Rondae had never been faithful when we were together, and he got women easily and often. And although it made me jealous, I loved the fact that other women wanted him, too. Having sex with a man like Rondae isn’t something that you have to do, it’s something you are privileged to do. Women just do what he asks, and men do so as well. Rondae isn’t usually violent but he knows that he’s entitled to what he wants. He is a powerful man. And he is an incredible lover. Just by being himself, he commands respect of all who meet him. He is a real man, there is no doubt about it.

  I was looking into Rondae’s eyes as he slipped his thick, black cock inside of my pussy. It felt so delicious and it had been so long. I adored feeling his powerful, masculine body on top of me, resting his elbows on the bed. I ran my
hands over his muscular frame, in awe of this virile male god as he thrusted repeatedly in and out of my soaking-wet beaver. The feeling of fullness was amazing. I realized how deprived I had been for years, giving up myself in exchange for the security of nice guy with a job. What I had done was so wrong in leaving him. Yes, Rondae had a temper but his violent acts were like the thorns on a rose, a necessary part that almost accents and elevates the beauty. The testosterone and masculinity that course through his veins may lead him to make some wrong decisions at times, but I realized then that it was all worth it. I wanted him. I needed him.

  Rondae rolled me over. With my face down on the bed, my ass high in the air, he fucked me superbly. I was moaning with pleasure as his thick cock pounded me. While Ryan would spend so much time and effort trying to bring me to a gentle orgasm, Rondae simply took his own pleasure. His cock was so large that my cunt was filled fully, and my clit was moving with each thrust. I felt a tingle in my loins and it spread up and down my body, a powerful orgasm coursing through me. For the first time in years, I experienced a mind-blowing orgasm and it happened from intercourse alone, with no need for artificial stimulation of my clit. It didn’t just feel incredibly good, it felt incredibly right.

  The three of us now have a great relationship. I’ve been having sex with Rondae almost every day, but I kept my promise and still have sex with my husband, often a couple times a week now. Ryan actually is a lot friskier, and he seems more interested in sex than ever. He especially likes to have sex with me right after I’ve been with Rondae. I like it, too, partly because I’m still excited from the encounter with my black lover but also because I love knowing that Ryan is licking and sucking on a pussy that was just filled with my black lover’s cream.