MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance
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A few weeks ago Rondae got a job down at a local plastic molding company, and he’s now claiming that he’s so tired that he doesn’t want sex sometimes. I sneaked a look at his cell phone and he’s been texting with a couple of women who work there. Both of them are married and their husbands don’t know that they’re secretly enjoying a handsome, sexy black stud on the side. I probably should be angry but I’m not. I’m happy that men like Rondae bring so much pleasure to so many women. I just hope that hope that he doesn’t move out of our house when his probation ends!
OPENING OUR RELATIONSHIP
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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“Michael,” my twenty-five-year-old wife Isabella said, sitting down on the couch next to me. She’s a beautiful woman with a trim figure, long brown hair and glasses. She’s smart, too, a brilliant accountant. We met back in college when I was a virgin and she had only been with a few other guys. “You know I love you, right?”
“Of course.” I felt very nervous. I could tell that something serious was going on.
“I have a co-worker who has been hitting on me over the last few months. He’s a very sexy guy and I know that I’m going to end up sleeping with him, but I don’t want to cheat on you. I want to be upfront and honest with you. I’d like to open up our relationship.”
“You want to have sex with your co-worker?”
“Yes, but not just him. I want us to open up to non-monogamy. I think that we should be able to entertain other relationships so long as we do it openly and honestly. We’re both adults and we have needs, and one person can’t offer you everything. I want us to stay together for the rest of our lives as husband and wife, as primary life partners, but that should be a blessing not a curse. We shouldn’t hold that over each other’s heads, restricting each other from the fullness of other possibilities. Life is too short to live that way.”
After a long conversation, in which we discussed our concerns and how this would all work, we agreed to open up our relationship. Isabella created accounts on Ashley Madison, Tinder, and a number of other social media apps, in which she presented herself as a “happily married woman” and mother of one looking to start other long-term relationships.
That weekend, Isabella went on her first date with her co-worker. The guy’s name was Stanley. She sent me a picture of the two of them together at the club, her holding his arm and looking at him adoringly. I was surprised to see that the guy was black! He towered over her, with a muscular body, dark black skin and dreadlocks. I was at home waiting up for her, and while watching television I kept looking at the picture. I finally went to the bathroom and jerked off, just imagining her getting fucked by her new black lover. It was almost one in the morning when I got a call from my wife: she wasn’t coming home, she was staying the night at Stanley’s apartment.
The next morning, when Isabella came home, she seemed to be in a happy mood. I asked her about her date. She told me that they went dancing and had a great time, then went back to his apartment and had sex. She said it kind of reminded her of her old college days because his bachelor pad needed a woman’s touch and was kind of messy. But the sex was amazing, the best in her life. That night, while in bed, she told me all the dirty details of her encounter, including how his black cock was twice as long as my five inch penis and incredibly thick. She described her powerful orgasms in detail as I pistoned my little white penis inside of her. I was so excited that I only lasted a couple of minutes, but Isabella just giggled and said that it was okay – Stanley had given her enough orgasms to last a week.
Over the upcoming weeks, my wife went on dates with quite a few strangers. Some of the guys were only interested in sex, while Isabella wanted to have a full boyfriend/girlfriend relationship with them. After a few months, she eventually settled into having four primary boyfriends, including Stanley, and five other guys who were just fuck buddies. Although Isabella swears that penis size wasn’t a factor in picking them, I couldn’t help but notice that all of her lovers have at least a thick seven inch cock, and two of her boyfriends (and three of her fuck buddies) are black. She goes on a date with each boyfriend pretty much once a week, and the fuck buddies are rotated in when one of them is busy or she wants some variety.
I’ve been especially interested in having sex with Isabella since we opened things up. We used to have sex only one every week or two, but now we have sex once or twice a week. I prefer having sex with her just after she’s had sex with a lover, but that feels slutty to her and she prefers to only have sex with one guy at a time. When I would try to have sex with her at night when she returned home from a date, she would always rebuff me. We’ve started to make love in the morning time. Although it’s not her favorite time of day for sex, she feels like there’s enough of a buffer between her encounters and it keeps her evenings free for her lovers.
One thing I really wanted, though, was to watch her in action with one of her black lovers. I would always get so hot when making love to Isabella while she described her dates, and hearing her give me the blow-by-blow (and fuck-by-fuck), but actually seeing her in action was something she never allowed. She wouldn’t even bring the guys to our house to fuck, always going to their place or a motel room. But one Friday night, that changed.
“Hi, honey,” Isabella said.
I was sitting on the recliner in the family room watching ESPN. I turned to look and Isabella was walking through the front door. Following right behind her were two large, muscular black guys. “This is my boyfriend Stanley, who I work with. And this is Fred, one of Stanley’s friends. We’re going to spend the night in our bedroom, so you can sleep in the guest room tonight, okay?”
I could feel my cock getting hard at the thought of my sweet Isabella having a threesome with two black guys. Stanley asked Isabella if we had any liquor, and she directed him to it. He pulled out an extremely expensive bottle of ultra-premium scotch, poured a generous serving into three glasses, and they took their drinks upstairs.
I tried to focus back on ESPN but I couldn’t think about anything but my wife and her black lovers. I walked up the stairs and stood outside of our bedroom door. I could hear talking and one of the black guys was groaning loudly.
“Oh yeah, bitch,” Stanley said. “That’s it, that’s right. Suck on my fucking cock.” I could hear some slurping sounds and I could only imagine how beautiful it looked to see his thick black cock inside of her mouth. Then I heard the other guy’s voice. “Mmmm, yeah, baby. Lick that big dick.” In my mind, I pictured her kneeling between the two of them, going back and forth, sucking their dicks. I quietly tried the door handle but it was locked.
“You finally gonna let me fuck that ass?” Stanley asked.
“No,” Isabella said. “I’m not taking ten inches in my ass. Even Fred’s seven incher is a stretch.”
“Oh, it’ll stretch you,” Fred said. They all laughed.
“I want your big, thick cock in my pussy,” she said pleadingly in a little girl voice. “My little pussy needs your big black cock. It makes her so happy.”
I heard some movement and the bed squeaking. “Mmmm, God yeah,” Isabella moaned. “Your cock feels so good inside of me.”
I desperately wanted to see what was going on. There was a flat line on the back of the door handle, as if a screwdriver would fit there. I’d never had to use it
, but the guy at Lowe’s told me that you could unlock the door handle with a screwdriver. I slowly walked downstairs, grabbed a butter knife and walked back up to the bedroom door.
“All right,” Fred said. “I’m going in.”
I heard Isabella groaning and breathing heavily. “Slowly. Go slow.”
I pushed in the middle of the knob with the screwdriver and slowly turned the handle. It opened. I gently pushed open the door just a crack. I could see my beautiful wife on the bed, her body sandwiched between Stanley on the bottom and Fred on top. She was up on her hands, her arms fully extended, her back arched and her mouth open. Stanley’s hands were fondling her breasts as Fred repeatedly penetrated her ass.
“Oh Gaaahhhddd,” she moaned, almost crying. “It feels so fucking intense! My body is totally filled!”
She lowered her body down and began kissing Stanley, who wrapped his black arms around her white body. Fred lowered himself, too, kissing her neck as he continued pounding. I could see that Stanley was moving his hips but not able to get much movement, only a couple of inches moving in and out of her overstuff pussy. Fred, though, was using long thrusts, almost completely exiting her asshole before fully penetrating her.
I closed the door and went to the guest room. Standing next to the wall and thinking of the erotic scene I’d just witnessed, I listened to my wife’s continued moaning as I jerked my little penis. “Oh fuck, I’m cuh-uh-uhhhmmmming!” she screamed, and that sent me over the edge. My penis squirted like a squeezed lemon, drizzling over my fingers and landing on the carpet.
I suddenly felt tired and tried to take a nap. The sounds of the three of them fucking continued, though, and I was soon erect again. I lasted much longer this time, making it through Fred announcing that he was filling my wife’s ass with his cum and managing to cum simultaneously with Stanley. I heard them cooing and whispering afterwards, and I soon fell asleep.
The next morning I woke to a knock on the door. “Hi honey.” It was Isabella, completely naked. “Could you hear us through the walls?”
“I sure did,” I replied. “It was hot.”
“We were pretty loud,” she said. “It couldn’t believe how great it felt. We took a shower together and then the guys left, so now it’s just the two of us.” She looked down between her legs. “We fucked again in the shower. I had so many orgasms. My clit was pulsing with every heart beat. Boom boom, boom boom.”
She walked into the room and slipped under the covers with me. She smiled and gave me a kiss, and put her hand on my penis. As she gently stroked it, we kissed and my little thing started to rise. “I think some day maybe we can try a threesome with you and another guy. What do you think?”
My penis got even harder. “God, I’d love that!”
“Fred was a little big for anal,” she said. “But your five inches, nice and thin, is just the right size for anal sex. You’re the perfect complement to my lovers.” My wife and I kissed passionately and then made sweet love.
RELUCTANT AT FIRST
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’ve tried everything, doctor,” my husband Zachary said to our therapist, Dr. Bondari. I was sitting across from her in her office, with my husband in the chair to my left. “I can spend an hour performing cunnilingus on Olivia and nothing happens. I use my finger on her during intercourse and that doesn’t work, either. No matter what I do, she’s unable to climax.”
“Did you read the books I gave you, about understanding your own body and pleasing yourself?” Dr. Bondari asked me.
“Yes, I read them but nothing has changed,” I said. “I can’t believe that I’m twenty-four years old and I’ve never been able to climax, even from masturbation. I can’t even orgasm with a vibrator, so I know it’s not anything that Zachary is doing wrong.”
“I agree with that,” Dr. Bondari said. “The problem isn’t what your husband is doing, but rather who and what he is.” She looked back and forth between us, pushed her glasses up her nose, then continued. “Before you met your husband, did you have other lovers?”
“Just one,” I said, blushing. “I had a boyfriend in high school. We dated for a few years.”
“I’m guessing that this guy was also a ‘nice guy,’ like Zachary? Somebody that you would have considered marrying?”
“Yes, of course,” I answered.
“And that is your problem,” she said. “Women generally have difficulty achieving orgasm with nice, gentle men. This is a part of human evolution. Hundreds of thousands of years ago, a woman needed a kind, supportive man to help her raise her children, but the children of those weak men weren’t strong enough to survive. If she chose a strong, powerful, brutish man as a sexual partner, he wouldn’t help her raise the children and, even worse, might be violent. The women who reproduced most successfully were cheaters, women who took a kind, inferior man as a husband but who cheated on him and got pregnant but strong, superior men. Although our society has changed, women still have this primitive wiring.”
“What does this have to do with Olivia having difficulty reaching an orgasm?” Zachary asked.
“Many women,” Dr. Bondari said, “have difficulty reaching orgasm when they have sex with their husbands. But there are some men who sleep with hundreds of women and never have a woman who doesn’t orgasm with them. In my opinion, the reason that most women have difficulty orgasming with their husbands is that they married a nice guy. A women doesn’t have trouble orgasming with a bad boy. A nice guy can try for hours to get a woman off, but a bad boy can do it easily without even trying. If a woman has interest in men, a bad boy will interest her most. There are few men like that, and women want the opportunity to be with them. It’s like winning the lottery to get to be with a bad boy, but she knows that she is not the first woman he’s had and she won’t be the last. So she gives herself to him completely, having him completely while he has her. And when an opportunity comes about that you can be with a bad boy you jump at it, you give yourself and want to give yourself to him, and hope he takes you.”
Dr. Bondari turned to me. “I think you should try having sex with a sex surrogate. I have a particular man in mind. He’s very popular and very skilled. I believe that if you have sex with a strong, dominant man, you will experience orgasm. And once you do, the odds that you’ll be able to climax with your husband will improve greatly. Is that something that you’d consider?”
“I don’t know,” I said, hesitating.
Zachary looked at me and jumped in. “Yes, doctor, we’d like to do that. Can I get his information?”
On the car ride home, Zachary said that he thought I should at least consider it. “We’ve been struggling with this problem for years. Why not see if this will work?”
“I’m concerned with how you’d feel if I had sex with another guy,” I said. He didn’t look at me, just watching the road. “I don’t want you to think I’m a slut.”
“I wouldn’t think that, honey,” he said compassionately. “You have a medical problem and this will help you solve it. If you had a broken leg, you wouldn’t feel bad about getting a cast.” He paused and said, “I’d really love it if you could reach orgasm during sex. If this will help, I think it’s a great idea.”
When we got home, we sat down at the computer in our den and went to the guy’s web site. His name was Juwan
, and I found him to be a very sexy black man. His site had his pictures and some video where he explained his sexual philosophy. I was very impressed by what I saw, and I was very attracted to him.
I turned in the chair, facing Zachary. “I’m totally happy with our sex life. It isn’t necessary for me to have an orgasm to enjoy sex with you. But if you really want me to do it, I would consider having a session with Juwan.”
Zachary picked up the phone and set up an appointment for him to come to our house on Thursday night. That night I had a nice time in bed with my husband. Although I still didn’t cum, I was excited about meeting Juwan and I felt like I was getting closer to an orgasm.
The next day, Zachary and I went to Victoria’s Secret and he helped me pick out lingerie that he thought Juwan might like. He picked out matching black-and-white lacy bra and panties, saying that they looked great with my white skin, hazel eyes, and long black hair. I felt very sexy and I couldn’t wait to meet my new black lover.
On Thursday night, I put on perfume and my new lingerie beneath my blue jeans and a white blouse. Zachary and I were in the kitchen cooking when Juwan arrived. Although I’d seen him in the videos, I was struck at home attractive he was. He seemed even taller in person, towering over me, with a strong muscular body. He was charismatic and easy to talk to, and the conversation was fun. After we had drinks and some appetizers, Juwan led me by the hand to the bedroom. When I got inside, I locked the door behind me.
I couldn’t believe how desperately I craved this new man. My pussy was soaking wet and my body was tingling with excitement. His hands caressed my ass and waist as he kissed me. I literally felt weak in the knees, like my body was going limp, as I pulled him close to me, kissing him and inhaling his manly scent. Although I love Zachary with all my heart, he’s a little on the nerdy side. Juwan, though, was all man, power and muscle. He quickly removed all my clothes except my panties, and I did the same to him, then pulled his shorts down.