MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance
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Emily asked to try doggy style. When I got behind her and put it inside of her cunt, she said, “No, fuck my ass, baby. I love anal but Terran is so big that I can’t take it. You’re the perfect size for anal.” Although I’m not a big fan of that, I complied and slowly worked my way inside of her. Next to us, in a squeaky voice, I heard my wife say she was cumming again. Her face contorted and holding her breath, then almost crying as she moaned through another orgasm. Grace came two more times before Terran finally unloaded his sperm deep inside my wife’s womb. Grace and Terran then made out and watched me fuck Emily. I only lasted a few more minutes before my semen squirted inside her ass.
That was a couple of months ago. We’ve had Terran and Emily come over a couple of times, but so far we haven’t yet had our threesome. Although I enjoy having sex with Emily, she pretty much only wants oral and anal from me. (Recently she admitted that she can hardly feel my penis inside of her because Terran has her so stretched out. That didn’t help my ego but at least she’s honest.) Grace is now seeing Terran alone two or three times a week, sometimes at our place and sometimes at his. I knew when we got into swinging that I might have to see my wife getting fucked by another guy, but I didn’t expect the guy to be so well-endowed or that he’d be able to get her off so powerfully. I recently brought up the idea of the threesome with Emily and she seems interested. I hope we can finally make it happen.
HER GENEROUS BLACK LOVER
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 family doesn’t understand why I married my wife Hannah. “Listen to me Chris,” they would say. “She has two babies by another man. Why don’t you find a woman without any children?” Of course, they seldom mention the real concern they have: that our son and daughter are black. I told them that I loved her and I didn’t care. They didn’t understand it when I signed the affidavits of paternity after each birth, making me their legal father and putting my name on the birth certificate. They think I’m crazy.
The truth is, though, that Hannah and I were in on this from the beginning. They believe that Hannah and I were just friends until a year ago, but in fact we’ve secretly been boyfriend and girlfriend since we were in college. Shortly after we started dating, Hannah was approached by Winslow, a middle aged black man. The guy drove a Mercedes and he clearly had money. When Winslow asked if she’d like to join him with front row seats at an NBA game, she asked me whether she thought it would be okay. I told her that I was turned on by the idea of her dating another guy, especially a black guy, and if she felt that she could do it without it hurting our relationship I would support her in it. At first she seemed a little wary, asking if I was trying to get her to allow me to date other women. But we spent all night talking about it and agreed upon ground rules. One of the rules was that she needed to be completely honest with me, sharing every detail and talking to me about her dates like she’d talk to her best girlfriend. We decided that we’d tell people that Hannah and I were just dating, not in an exclusive relationship, and that I just wasn’t dating anybody else at the moment.
She had a great time at the basketball game, and later that night she stayed at Winslow’s home. When I saw her the next day, she told me that she was sore from having sex with her older black lover. She was a little hesitant to tell me everything, afraid to hurt me, but I reminded her about our agreement and assured her that I wanted to know everything. She admitted that Winslow’s cock was enormous, far larger and thicker than mine, and it felt amazing inside of her, the way it touched all the right places, stretching and filling her completely. It was the best sex of her life and his cock felt far better than mine, but she still enjoyed making love with me and my penis was nice, too. Although it felt like a kick in the stomach, I knew that she was being honest and I wanted to know the truth, and my little white penis was hard and aching from hearing her story. When we got into bed, I only lasted a few minutes before I added my semen into her wet, soiled snatch.
Winslow wasn’t just an amazing lover. He paid for Hannah’s college education and even gave her spending money, along with jewelry and occasional trinkets. I loved hearing her stories about going to the most expensive restaurants around, sporting events, and even going on vacation with him. He was also a mentor, providing her with career advice and the perspective that a successful older businessman can provide.
Just before we were set to graduate college, Hannah and I were talking about getting married the next year, and how we’d need to tell people that we’ve decided to be more than just friends. But it was right around then that Winslow asked Hannah to have his baby. Of course, he offered to pay for the child’s day care, expenses and education. Hannah confessed to me that she really wanted to have Winslow’s children but she also wanted me to be her husband and have my children. We had several discussions about it and finally decided that Hannah would have a baby with Winslow. Later, after the child was born, we would start officially dating.
Hannah put me in condoms and went off the pill. I hadn’t used condoms before and I had some trouble maintaining an erection, and even when I could it took a long time to come because of the reduced sensation. Luckily, it only took a few months for Hannah to get pregnant. The ultrasound showed that it was a boy. During the pregnancy, Hannah was pretty sick the whole time and she only had sex with Winslow. (She showed some medical studies to me that it’s important for the mother to take the biological father’s DNA inside of her throughout the pregnancy to prevent preeclampsia.) When the baby was born, nobody from my family even knew I was at the hospital. Winslow cut the cord and left, while I stayed with Hannah. A couple days later, we left the hospital with our little bundle of joy.
Soon after, though, Winslow said that he wanted to try for a baby girl. I found myself back in condoms. This time it took six months. I was getting pretty tired of wearing the rubbers and was happy and relieved when I learned that my girl was again pregnant with her black lover’s baby. When we learned that the baby would be a girl, we were even happier. (We’d talked about whether, if it was a boy, we’d let him try again!) I was hoping that she’d go back on the pill after the birth, but her doctor told her that she should breast feed for at least 12 months and that the birth control pill reduces the amount of breast milk. I was so happy when, a year after our daughter’s birth, she started taking the pill again and I was able to enjoy Hannah bare again.
Hannah and I are now married and we bought a little house in the suburbs. Although our finances have been tight, “Uncle Winston” has given us over ten thousand dollars and that’s helped a lot. When he comes over to the house, he stays the night with Hannah in our bedroom while I sleep on the couch. I was surprised at how vocal she is in bed with him, not just moaning but even talking dirty. She’s on the pill so we’re not worried about any more black babies from him. We’ve talked about having a child of our own, but Hannah has just now gone back to work full time and she’s trying to establish herself in her career. Besides, she says, we just spent the last five years changing diapers and now that the kids are potty trained, she’s not in any hurry to go back. We’ll probably have another baby at some point, though. In the meantime, though, we’re a very happy family.
SHE JUST WANTS A NICE GUY
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2015 by Polly Andrea Busch. No part of this publication may be r
eproduced, 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 just don’t understand, Caleb,” Lauren said, sobbing hysterically into the phone. “What’s wrong with me? Why do men treat me like this? I just want to be treated right.”
I looked at my watch. It was almost two in the morning and we’d already been talking for half an hour. She was going on again about Delon, her black boyfriend. Ever since she was in high school, Lauren liked to date bad boys. They always treated her terribly, always cheating on her and often physically abusive, and either they’d leave her or she’d be forced to break up with them. About four years ago, she started dating Delon. He was tall, athletic, charismatic and cocky, and she fell hard for him right away. She was willing to put up with his drinking and drug abuse, and his violent tendencies, saying that he was just misunderstood and nobody ever gave him a chance. But she wanted him to be monogamous and he refused. He said that if she wanted to be his girlfriend, it would be an open relationship.
At first she’d tried to make it work, being faithful to him while he dated freely. She gave him an ultimatum, to give up his other girls or she’d leave him, but when he refused she caved and stayed with him. Finally, hoping to get back at him, she opened an account with an internet dating service. I was the first person she found, and we soon started dating. It started off largely platonic, just having coffee or buying her dinner, but after about six months she finally let me have sex with her. She insisted that I use a condom, as I wasn’t her primary partner, but I was just happy to get the chance to be inside of her. I had trouble feeling much of anything but I managed to fill the condom. When I was finished, she cried. I asked her what was wrong but she just shook her head and said, “nothing.”
She didn’t seem all that interested when we had sex, and that surprised me because she’d described the sex with Delon as being incredible. The neighbors would often pound on her bedroom wall because she would moan and groan so loud. She tried to keep quiet but she couldn’t control it, and they had to play music to cover up her groans. I now wondered if she was just exaggerating. She held my hand in hers and told me that she’d had other friends like me back in high school, nice guys who were kind and emotionally supportive while she dated her boyfriends. “I never had sex with any of them because the attraction just wasn’t strong enough, and looking back I feel bad about not letting them have anything more. I’m glad that we did this.”
She told Delon that she was dating me to make him jealous. It worked because he slapped her hard, sending her to the ground and leaving a welt on her face. She responded that it was an open relationship and if he wanted to be monogamous she’d cut me off immediately, but Delon said “no chance.” I comforted her after that, as I always do. She calls me every day. I ask her about her day and she tells me how she’s feeling, but the one recurring theme is how poorly Delon treats her. I’ve told her many times that I love her and that I’ll treat he right, but she always responds that she loves him dearly and wouldn’t ever consider leaving him.
I feel really bad for Lauren. All she really wants is a guy who will treat her right, but she just can’t see that I’m the person she’s looking for. She has be relegated to the friends with benefits role, and there aren’t many benefits. She says that she’s really a monogamous person at heart and she doesn’t feel right having sex with more than one man. Although she had sex with Delon four or five times a week, she only allows me to have sex with her about every month or so, often when he’s done something horrible to her or she’s drunk. Even then it’s usually just a handjob, although sometimes he gives me a blowjob or allows me to roll on a condom and penetrate her. She calls me her “emotional friend” but I want to be more than that, to be her lover as well as her friend.
Recently there’s been another problem between Lauren and Delon. She found out that she’s pregnant with twins. When she told Delon he went ballistic and again acted violently. He called Lauren a slut and said that I’m the father of her babies. We took a prenatal DNA test and it shows that I’m not the father, but Delon refuses to believe the results and refuses to take the test himself. I told Lauren that she has nothing to worry about, that I will marry her and raise the children as my own. She almost agreed, but she told me that Delon is the real father and she needs to try and work it out for the sake of their children.
“Listen Lauren,” I said, taking her hand. “Any animal can father a child. It takes a real man to be a dad. I want to be the dad of your children. You can put my name on the birth certificate as the father. I’ll help raise them and pay for them. And if I’m the father, you won’t have to worry about Delon changing his mind and going to court to take them away from you.”
Lauren’s eyes welled up with tears. She hugged me and told me that she was so happy, and yes, I could be the daddy to her children. I brought up marriage again but she said she’s not ready for that – she’s not ready to give up on Delon. Honestly, I just need to be patient. I know deep down that eventually she will realize that I’m the person that she’s destined to be with. I don’t like waiting but I know she’s worth it.
SHE’S HIS PERSONAL ASSISTANT
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’s Alex. I’m a twenty-eight-year-old associate at a Los Angeles law firm. It’s a thankless job with long hours, but it pays well and that really helped with the ladies. I never had any luck with the opposite sex when I was younger. They all said that I was a nice guy but I just wasn’t right for them. A couple even said that I was boring. I’d pretty much accepted my lot in life but when I started working as an associate for a major law firm, they suddenly found me to be far more interesting. And that’s when I met my wife. Her name is Brianna, and she’s a twenty-three year old beauty with long, flowing hair, a beautiful face and an hourglass figure. Her entire life she attracted attention, and people would always tell her that she had movie star good looks and she should go out to California and become a movie star. That’s exactly what she did. When I met her she was very discouraged, as people weren’t hiring her as an actress. (Apparently the requirements for being an actress include more than beauty.) I think her backup plan was to marry a rich guy. Although I’m far from rich, I guess she was willing to settle for an up-and-coming associate.
Brianna was still trying to find acting gigs when she was approached after an audition by a young black man. He claimed to be a friend of DeMarcus Chandler, the star power forward on the Los Angeles Lakers. He asked her if she’d be interested in working as DeMarcus’s personal assistant – helping to arrange his personal schedule, packing his workout clothes for the gym, accompanying him on road games – basically assisting him with anything and everything. She would also need to dress attractively as she would be seen with him in public. He said that the job would pay $100,000 a year
. She was excited and told him that she’d love to meet him. The guy set up an interview with DeMarcus for the next week.
I hadn’t seen Brianna so excited in years. When we made love that night, she seemed especially enthusiastic. She even gave me head, something that she only does on special occasions. (She’s only in the mood about once every week or two, but sometimes she will relent and give me a hand job. A blowjob, though, is a treat.) I was so happy to see her excited.
When Brianna returned home after her interview, she seemed distraught and distant.
“What happened, honey?” I asked. “It didn’t go well?”
“It…” She paused. “It went well, but I can’t take the job.”
“I don’t understand,” I said. “Just tell me what happened.”
“When I met DeMarcus at his home, I was just in awe. It’s a real mansion. I’ve never seen a place like that in my life. The ceilings and staircases, it was incredible. And then DeMarcus himself – he’s so tall, handsome and sexy. I was totally charmed by him. But as we were talking about the job, he asked some questions about our marriage. Like whether my husband is a jealous man. That I’d need to fly with him to hotels, and that he gets a king sized bed at hotels because he doesn’t like to sleep alone. He said that he has a voracious sexual appetite. He said that in his view, a personal assistant would do everything for him that she would do if she were his wife. Just statement after statement, it became clear that his idea of a personal assistant includes sex. And when he gave me a tour to show me the house, he put his arm around me. At one point he stood behind me, hugging me, and I could feel his huge cock through his pants.”