MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  Then I felt JeCovan’s cock pressing against my vagina. I had a flickering thought that I’d forgotten to buy lubrication but his thick cock slipped right inside my womanhood, opening me easily but stretching me. With each thrust, he was pushing a little deeper inside of me, and I felt fully filled. The feeling was so amazing, this huge cock slipping easily in and out, and I was moaning in pleasure. He again kissed me, and I lifted my legs as far up as I could, against his legs to give him easy access. I was shocked at how amazing it felt without him touching my clitoris. The only way that I’d ever orgasmed with Drew or Cameron was from oral sex, but I knew from that familiar tingle in my loins that I was nearing climax.

  “Oh God, I’m cumming!” I held my breath, tensing my stomach, as the most powerful orgasm of my life spread up my back and down again. “Ah eh eh eh!” I was shuddering as the orgasm just kept going, rolling, reaching peak after peak. When it finally subsided, JeCovan said he wanted to do doggy style. I got on my hands and knees and felt his cock again filling me. This time it felt like it went even deeper. It was now touching my g-spot with every thrust. He was slapping my ass with every few thrusts, saying, “Yeah, you nasty white bitch. You like that black cock.” Again I was nearing orgasm, and as it hit it felt so different from the first, my g-spot and clit going off simultaneously. As I was finishing, so was JeCovan. He pushed deep inside of me and I felt his cock swell even larger as he deposited his seed deep inside of me, his sperm filling up my womb.

  The moment he was done, JeCovan said, “That’s was great.” He threw on his clothes and left. I was so drunk that I didn’t really mind. I saw the light turn off and heard the door shut behind him as I lay in bed, falling asleep. I woke up a couple of hours later wide awake, probably due to the alcohol. I felt my clit and it was so swollen, with a pool of semen on the bed. I rubbed it until I reached another climax, then I fell back to sleep.

  Over the next five days, I had sex with JeCovan three nights. We did a number of sexual positions that I’d never done before. I also got the chance to give him a couple of blowjobs and it was just so crazy trying to take that huge thing inside of my mouth. It ended up being more hands than mouth, but he didn’t complain. When I finally flew back home from Florida, I felt like a new woman and totally satisfied.

  When I started feeling nauseated, Cameron seemed concerned. He asked me to take a pregnancy test and sure enough, I’m pregnant. I reminded him that he’d given me a hall pass, and that I’d met a random black guy in Florida. In my heart, I feel certain that DeCovan is the father but I had sex with Cameron before and after I left, so I don’t know for sure. I missed a birth control pill the day before I left because I’d packed them away, and while I was there I missed a couple because my routine was off, but we won’t know who the father is until it’s born. Cameron is a great guy and he agreed to raise the baby, even if it’s black. If it is, I don’t plan on ever letting him know that the biological father is a guy he hates, his old rival.

  Frankly, it’s not much of a rivalry at all, at least sexually – DeCovan wins, no contest. And Cameron is a much better provider and partner, and he’ll make a great father to the baby. I guess they are both winners, in a way, just in different categories and with different strengths. I may never get the chance to have sex with DeCovan again but he opened my eyes and helped me realize just how amazing sex can be, and how important the right man is to having great sex. He’s truly a gift to womankind and hopefully he gave Cameron and me a gift that will last a lifetime!

  MY HUSBAND’S WORST ENEMY 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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  My name is Mia. I’m a happily married twenty-four-year-old woman. Last winter, I had a trip down to Florida to see my mother. While I was there, my husband Cameron told me that I had a “hall pass” so I could sleep with anybody that I wanted to. I met a sexy black guy at my hotel who I simply couldn’t resist, and I took him back to my room and we had the best sex of my life. Unfortunately, because I was on vacation and I didn’t consistently take the pill, I ended up pregnant. I wasn’t sure whether the father was my husband Cameron or the black guy, and we thought that we’d need to wait for the birth to find out.

  However, when Cameron and I were at the hospital and they were informing us of the possibility of genetic problems with the baby, they said that the testing was based on both of our DNA. I explained to the nurse that I’d had sex with my husband but also a black guy down in Florida, and either man could be the father. She was very understanding and offered to provide a prenatal paternity test. The next week they performed the test, and shortly thereafter I learned that my husband Cameron is excluded from being the father. I could tell that he was hurt by this revelation, but he’d known all along that he might not be the father and that the baby might be black.

  “Do you even know who the guy is?” Cameron asked, sitting at the kitchen table.

  “Yes, I know his name. He works for the hotel. I’ll give him a call and let him know.”

  “What’s his name?”

  I hesitated. “Why does that matter?”

  “I’m just curious. Why don’t you want to tell me his name?”

  “His name is JeCovan Williams.”

  My husband’s face went pale. “You’re kidding me. You’re pregnant with JeCovan’s baby?”

  “Yes,” I asked, playing dumb. I didn’t tell him that on my Florida trip, my old boyfriend Drew had informed me that JeCovan was his old enemy, and had given him a swirly in a shit-filled toilet back in grade school. “Is that a problem?”

  “I hate that guy,” Cameron said, his glasses steaming up. “He’s a total dick. I don’t want him having custody of our baby. I can just see him taking the baby from us, refusing to give the baby back--”

  “Don’t worry, honey,” I said, standing behind him and putting my hands on his shoulders. “We’ll put your name on the birth certificate. You’ll be the legal father, with all of the rights and responsibilities for the baby.”

  He exhaled. “That makes me feel much better.”

  Later that night, I called the Tradewinds and asked for JeCovan. I told him that I was pregnant with his baby, but that he didn’t have anything to worry about because my husband and I would raise the baby. JeCovan said he was excited about the baby. He also said that he wanted to see me.

  “You can’t see me,” I said. “I’m in Ohio and you’re in Florida. Besides, I’m a married woman.”

  JeCovan said that it’s important for a pregnant woman to frequently take in the sperm of the biological father throughout the pregnancy. It makes the mother’s body learn to accept the foreign DNA. Without it, the mother is at high risk of preeclampsia, putting the lives of both the baby and the mother at risk. He sent me some links and I pulled them up on my cell phone. Sure enough, he was telling the truth. I showed the articles to Cameron.

  “So what are you proposing?” Cameron asked.

  “JeCovan’s job is seasonal and the busy season is ending, anyway. JeCovan will move into our bedroom so that he can sleep with me. It’s just until the baby is born. You can sleep on the bed in the spare room.”

  Cameron wasn’t happy with the situation, but he knew it was the right thing to do for me and our baby. When JeCovan arrived at our house, pulling a large suitcase behind him, Cameron wasn’t very welcoming. But I gave JeCovan a big
hug.

  “Welcome home, daddy,” I said. I rubbed my belly and JeCovan gave it a rub, too.

  “You look real sexy like that, having my baby and all.” He dropped the handle to the suitcase and gave me a big kiss, running his hands all over my body. Even though I was pregnant, I was getting so wet again – my body obviously couldn’t get enough of JeCovan and his huge black cock. I gave JeCovan a house key and told him that he should consider it his house until the baby is born. When we got to the bedroom, I started putting his clothes away but JeCovan walked up behind me and started kissing my neck and fondling my large, swollen breasts. It wasn’t long before we were naked on the bed, with a pillow under my belly as he fucked me doggy style. He gave me four orgasms without even touching my clit.

  I’d been surprised to find out how horny I was when pregnant. My swollen lips were constantly rubbing against my clit, keeping me always aroused. JeCowan was the beneficiary of my amorous mood, as we had sex once or twice a day on most days. I didn’t neglect Cameron, though, sneaking into his room in the night to masturbate him with my hands and sometimes even giving him a blowjob. I didn’t need his DNA for anything, but he is my husband after all and I wanted to make sure that he was satisfied.

  There was some tension in our household, though. JeCovan was physically intimidating Cameron and he made him do all the cooking, cleaning and laundry. He even made my husband wear a pink apron while he did the household chores. While Cameron was doing the work, my black lover was watching television with me, going to the gym to work out, or just doing whatever he felt like.

  At one point, JeCovan made Cameron give him a blowjob right in front of me. It was the most amazing thing. Cameron was on his knees, wearing nothing but the pink apron. JeCovan kept holding Cameron’s head against his groin, pushing his cock in as far as it would go. It would cause my husband to gag, and when he managed to take it without gagging, JeCovan would hold his nose and force it to happen.

  “Don’t gag, you little bitch,” he said. “Tell me what a worthless bitch you are.”

  “I’m a worthless bitch,” he said.

  When JeCovan got close to his climax, he ordered Cameron to open his mouth and stick out his tongue.

  “Now say, ‘I’m a little queer boy, shoot your cum all over me.’”

  Cameron said it, then put his tongue back out as JeCovan jerked his black shaft. He began grunting as he blasted rope after rope of semen all over my husband’s face and in his mouth. Then he ordered Cameron to get on his hands and knees. As he anally penetrated my husband, whose cum-covered face looked like a glazed donut, his pink apron hanging down, I realized that I could never look at Cameron as a sexual partner the same way. His inferiority was obvious, and I had zero desire to have sex anymore with such a lowly person. JeCovan was slapping my husband’s ass, pounding him hard and fast as he neared his climax. Finally, he screamed as he pushed forward and shot his load inside my husband’s ass.

  A few months later, I gave birth to our son, a beautiful black boy we named Levander. Given the realization that I’d had about my husband, I’d discussed the situation with both of them and we agreed that JeCovan can live with us indefinitely. I no longer have sex with Cameron, but he still gets to masturbate in the spare room. He also has learned to enjoy receiving pleasure from JeCovan’s big black cock and satisfying his masculine needs. Sometimes I think he likes JeCovan’s cock almost as much as I do. I’m pregnant again but this time there’s no need to worry about who is the father. The only question we have now is whether it’ll be a boy or a girl. JeCovan is hoping for another boy. Cameron is hoping for a girl. Me? I’m hoping for twins!

  THE BLACK MOVING COMPANY

  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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  “They’re here, James,” my wife Kayla said, standing at the front door. Just past her, in the street, I could see the large moving van pulling into our driveway.

  We were packing for a move a few towns away and everything was ready to go, except for some ramen noodles and other simple food items in the kitchen and a makeshift bed on the living room floor. We’d hired a moving company to pick up our stuff and we wanted it to go as easily as possible.

  Two black men stepped up to the door and introduced themselves. The older guy was named Bobby and appeared to be in his forties. The younger guy, Jerian, looked to be of college age. Though dressed in shorts and white t-shirts, both guys were clearly in great shape. As the pair walked upstairs, Kayla turned to me. “They’re both really cute!” Then she turned back and watched them walking up the stairs.

  Kayla is a beautiful brunette with curly hair, and we’re both in our late twenties. We’ve always fantasized about Kayla having sex with another guy, and usually when we talk in bed about it we are picturing a black man. Of course, the guy that we imagine has a huge cock but we know that it’s not always that way in real life. Seeing these two handsome black men in our house clearly had Kayla excited. I walked up behind her and put my arms around her waist.

  “Are you thinking that this might be a good time to try another guy?”

  She nodded her head. “I like them both.”

  “Maybe a threesome? Or a foursome?”

  She laughed. “I don’t know if they’d be down for that, but I would!”

  We waited until they finished loading the truck, which took nearly an hour. When they were done, all that was left was our blankets and pillows on the living room floor. The two men walked in from the truck, both very sweaty from all their hard work. Bobby approached us, told us that everything was packed, and asked if there was anything more that we needed.

  “There are lots of things that I need,” Kayla said, unbuttoning her blouse and showing more of her bra. “I’m just wondering what you guys have in mind for a tip.”

  Bobby looked at me. “That’s up to you,” I said, shrugging. “I’m just watching.”

  Jerian, for his part, was clearly becoming erect. There was something very large straining against his shorts. “You’re a beautiful woman, ma’am. I’m up for anything.”

  Kayla looked over at Bobby and said, “Why don’t I start with Jerian here.” She came over to him and removed his t-shirt, then unzipped his shorts and pulled them down. Out popped a huge cock, probably ten inches long and very thick. “Oh my goodness,” my wife said, pumping it with her hands. “That thing is huge!” She quickly removed her clothes and lay down on the bedding. “Just pull out before you cum, okay?”

  “Yes, ma’am. Boy, you’re so beautiful,” Jerian said. He got on top of her, put his cock at her entrance, and started to push inside. He was having trouble getting in and seemed surprised by it, and I wondered if the young man was a virgin. But Kayla wrapped her arms and legs around him and they began kissing passionately. He eventually managed to get himself all the way inside of her and was thrusting rapidly. Kayla was starting to breathe hard and was moaning, but after just a couple of minutes he lost control and came.

  “Oh, shit!” The boy pulled out and looked totally sheepish as he got up. “I’m sorry, I forgot about it. You’re just so gorgeous and everything…”

  “It’s okay,” she said. There was a trickle of cum leaking out of her pussy onto the bedding as Jerian dressed and walked out toward the truck. “It’s your turn, Bobby.”

  Bobby undressed and had a ripped body for a man nearly twenty y
ears older than us. Although his cock was only about seven inches long and nowhere near as thick as Jerian’s, it was still significantly larger than mine. When he mounted Kayla, it was clear that he knew what he was doing. He used his finger to play with her clit, and he soon had her orgasming. After a few minutes of the missionary position, he rolled over so that she was on top, and he sucked on her breasts while she rode on top of him.

  “Your cock feels so good,” Kayla said. “Even better than Jerian’s cock.” Then she leaned down and they kissed as his hands roamed over her dainty white body. Then he told her that he wanted to try doggy style. She got on her hands and knees as he fucked her from behind, spanking her ass as he fucked her.

  “Yeah, I’m gonna smack that ass,” Bobby said. Kayla was groaning in pleasure from the pounding he was giving her. She wasn’t reacting verbally to the spanking, but there were red marks in the shape of his hands where he was slapping her and she seemed to love it.

  “Oh yeah, baby,” Bobby grunted. “Here it comes!” He pulled his cock out and moaned as he fired thick ropes of cream onto my wife’s ass cheeks. Kayla rolled over onto her back and gave Bobby one last kiss.

  “That was amazing,” Kayla said, smiling at Bobby.

  “Best tip I ever had,” Bobby said.

  “Best fucking I ever had,” Kayla replied. “You’re awesome!”

  As Bobby dressed, he said they’d get the truck over to our new house and start unloading it. I heard Jerian honk the truck’s horn and Bobby walked outside and jumped in. I then took off my clothes and got down on the blankets with Kayla. I went to kiss her, but she pointed down toward her crotch.

  I moved down between her legs and began to lick her creamy, battered snatch. I’d never tasted semen before but it wasn’t bad at all, just a strange and salty taste. As I licked her clean, she told me how great Jerian’s cock felt but that it was actually a little too big for her. Then I mounted her and began making love to Kayla in the missionary position, kissing slowly and sensually. I was so excited from what I’d seen that I didn’t last much longer than Jerian had, and I added my sperm inside of her. We had a lot of great memories in that old house but Kayla’s first encounter with a black man – two black men! – is one of the best of all.