MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  “Well,” Kylie said, smiling, “We did it. I’m not going to say what we did because it’s a family show but we spent some real alone time together. I think this means that John really wants to be with me. I know that I want to be with him.”

  Just as she was finishing her interview, Godrell knocked on the door. He said that he forgot his flip flops in Ashley’s room. It was obvious that Kylie was checking out his ripped physique and his large, firm ass that was visible through his shorts. Kylie whistled then fanned her face with her hand. “Whew, that guy is hot!”

  Kylie then approached Godrell and asked him why his flip flops were in Ashley’s room.

  “I don’t talk about those things,” Godrell said with his thick Jamaican accent. “I am a gentleman.”

  “You can’t keep anything secret here,” Kylie said.

  “Ehh,” he shrugged. “By the time that John knows anything the show will be over. You win, you lose, it is too late.”

  I could see the wheels turning in Kylie’s head as she glanced down at his crotch and saw the large bulge in front. “You have a point.” She looked up at him, then giggled. “I’m sorry but I’m just curious. I’ve always heard people say something.”

  “About the black man and his large penis?”

  She nodded.

  “You want me to show you?”

  She nodded.

  Godrell took her hand and led her into Ashley’s room. I was expecting it to be just a quick little peek but minutes started going by and we could heard the sound of slurping behind the door. Soon we heard Kylie say, “Oh my God, go slow please! It’s… oh, God, it’s big! Wow!” Soon we could hear both of them breathing heavily and Kylie moaning in pleasure. “Slap my ass,” she asked him. We heard him slapping her ass hard. Again, about half an hour later, Godrell walked out of the room. This time, though, he wasn’t carrying and pillow and he was wearing his flip flops as he smiled at the camera and waved.

  John was none the wiser about what had happened, and neither girl knew what the other had done. But things got crazy when we had the finale. First Ashley walked out on the dock to meet John at the far end.

  “I don’t know who you’ve picked,” she said. “But I need to tell you something first. While I was here, I had the chance to encounter a handsome young man named Godrell. He’s strong, sexy, charismatic – just an amazing black guy. And we made love together and it was amazing. I don’t mean to hurt you but being with him made me realize something. I’m twenty-five but I’m still young. You’re a wonderful man and most women would love to spend a life with you. I could just give up on love, give up on life, marry you and start putting on fifty pounds and stop having sex. But I’ve realized that sex is important to me. And I want real sex. I want sex with a strong, sexy guy like Godrell. And while you’re a really sweet guy, there’s nothing that you can do that could ever make up for that. I’m sorry, John.” Then she walked away, her perfect little white body swishing its way down the dock.

  John seemed stunned as he gave his interview after his talk with Ashley. He was expecting to have to let her go gently but she rejected him. But he managed to smile about it as he adjusted his glasses. “Obviously, I made the right choice in picking Kylie.”

  When Kylie walked up the dock to meet John, the scene was tense. It was the moment America had been waiting for.

  “Kylie, I’ve loved getting to know you over the last couple of months.” John was quivering as he spoke to her.

  Kylie was almost in tears, her lips pursed and starting to shake her head.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “I can’t do it, John,” she said. “You’re a great guy and you’re everything… I mean, you’re a doctor! But after we spent some time alone together, I realized that we’re just not compatible.”

  “Not compatible?” John seemed dazed, the tropical breeze slowly blowing through his hair. “I thought we had a great time together.”

  “We did,” she said. “But I need more than that from a man. I need a man who is powerful, dominant, who knows how to be a man. I met a man here--”

  “Godrell?”

  She seemed shocked. “You know about him?”

  “Ashley said that she was sleeping with him.”

  Her face scowled. “That bitch!” She caught herself and her face softened. “I mean… John, listen, this isn’t about Godrell. This is about you and me and what I want out of life. I know that a guy like Godrell isn’t going to be monogamous. He’s not a one-woman kind of guy.”

  “But I’d give you everything,” John protested. “He’ll only give you a tiny part of him.”

  “Don’t even bring up tiny parts,” she snickered. “Listen, there’s a woman out there who doesn’t like sex, who doesn’t care about sex, who’s just looking for a roommate who will help pay her bills. You’re exactly the kind of guy that she’s looking for. But I need more than that. I need passion and sexiness and… yes, good, hard sex! I don’t want to settle. I deserve more than that. You understand, don’t you?”

  It was a powerful ending. John walked away rejected by both women in favor of a sexy beachcomber. Later on, we caught some film of Godrell walking on the beach with Ashley, Kylie and an attractive white woman in her thirties. Rumor has it that she’s the wife of a dentist, and a mother of two, who is staying at the resort. While the dentist is away on business, she’s having an affair with Godrell. I don’t know if they’re having threesomes or if the three women are simply accepting of the fact that Godrell is a ladies’ man. Either way, it made for a beautiful ending of the season!

  MY WIFE’S SECOND HOME

  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 David. About a year ago, at the age of twenty-seven, my wife Allison was promoted to director at a software company. As part of her new position, she was expected to spend three months at their new office in Biloxi, Mississippi to help get it up and running. After that, she would spend one week out of every month there. The rest of the time she would work at headquarters in Cleveland. While she was down there for the first three months, we rented a small apartment in Biloxi for her to stay in.

  During those three months while she was there, I would visit one weekend out of the month. It wasn’t cheap to fly so often but with her promotion we figured we could afford it. The first time that I arrived, we both nearly tear our clothes off and jumped in bed. But she didn’t seem quite as excited the second month, and during the third month she didn’t seem eager at all. I found it a little surprising that her sex drive seemed to be waning but I understood that she was working long hours trying to get the new office off the ground.

  The third month was May and it her birthday was the second Saturday. We’d talked about how we would celebrate it when I arrived on the fourth weekend, but I decided to plan a little surprise for her and show up for her birthday unannounced. I got off the plane and drove my rental car to a local florist. I’d spoken with her on Friday night and I knew that she was supposed to be working in the office, so I knew that the apartment would be empty and I’d have time to put out some rose petals and chocolates for her.

  When I arrived, I noticed that there were two cars parked in front of her place. I slowly walked up to the front window and peeked inside. At the far end of the apartment, sitting at the dining room table, was Allison. She was sipping
on a glass of wine and having dinner with a black man. I was stunned and I didn’t know what to do. Allison stood up, took the dishes and disappeared into the kitchen. The black man stood up and, when she came back to the table, he began kissing her. He took her tiny frame inside of his bulging muscular arms and ran his hands all over her body. I felt a wave of jealousy roll over me but I also felt my penis begin to harden. Then the pair walked up the stairs toward the bedroom. I looked at my cell phone and waited five full minutes, then I quietly slipped the front door key inside the handle and opened the door. I could hear Allison giggling and moaning from the bedroom. I slowly stepped up the stairs. The bedroom door was open but I didn’t want to step up to it. Happily, the full-length mirror was on the wall, giving me a partial view of the bed.

  “Happy birthday,” the black guy said.

  “Happy birthday, indeed,” Allison replied, her hand pumping the enormous black rod between his muscular legs. “Isaiah, you have the perfect cock. It’s twice as long as my husband’s, twice as thick, and oh so black.”

  “Dark chocolate is the best in your mouth,” he said.

  “Mmmm hmmm,” my wife said. I saw her mouth descend upon his mighty black phallus. Her dainty lips enveloped it, and she licked and sucked it expertly as she played with his balls. Allison would seldom give me a blowjob saying they’re “disgusting” but she seemed to love Isaiah’s big cock. After a few minutes of this, her black lover mounted her doggy style and slowly violated her with his black cock.

  “Oh, yes,” she moaned. “It’s so big and thick. You really stretch me out.”

  Isaiah’s huge black paws were holding her white hips as he picked up the pace. Soon she was moaning like a whore as he pounded her fast and hard. “God! God! Shit!” she swore. “Oh, fuck, that’s good!” I was shocked because Allison never used that kind of language with me, in or out of bed. But clearly this black stud had brought out a sexual animal in her that I didn’t even know existed. He reached and pulled her hair, forcing her head back. “Yes, yes, baby!”

  “You like that, bitch? You want that black cock?”

  “Gimme that black cock! Fuck me!”

  Suddenly, Allison began a grunt that evolved into a moan. “Coming!” she said. “Ohhhh fuck, ooohhh yeah!”

  Allison orgasmed again when she fucked him cowgirl, and a third time when they fucked in the missionary position, before Isaiah finally emptied his balls, filling my wife completely with his sperm. Allison was giggling as they cuddled under the sheets, and I took the opportunity to slip out of the house. I got a room at a cheap motel and flew out alone, never letting Allison know what I saw.

  The opening of the Biloxi office went a little longer than expected, but after four months she was living with me again back in Cleveland. On those occasions when I’d fly out to her apartment, I went through her things and realized that Isaiah had moved in with her. Although I noticed that she seemed a bit looser when she’d come back from Biloxi, and she learned a number of new sex techniques, overall things were great between us. Without her black stallion breeding her for the three weeks in Cleveland, she has her sex drive back. While she’s down in Biloxi, I fantasize about the amazing sex scene I witnessed in her apartment. Recently Allison was feeling strange and she learned that she’s almost four months pregnant. She’s acting very worried and I wish I could tell her that it’s okay if the baby is black, but I don’t want her knowing that I was spying on her. We’ll know the answer soon enough!

  PULLED OVER BY A BLACK COP

  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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  The police lights flashed behind us, and we heard the squeal letting us know that we needed to pull over. My red-headed freckle-faced girlfriend Katherine always had pale skin but she looked even paler as she put on her turn signal and pulled over on a dark stretch of the road. It was nine o’clock at night in the early fall.

  “Shit, Sean,” she said, looking into the rear view mirror. “Are you fucking shitting me? Nobody ever drives down this fucking road!” She pounded her hand into the steering wheel of her Miata convertible. “Fuck my life. I can’t get a DUI!”

  We’d just left a backyard party at her uncle’s house about ten minutes before and we’d both had a bit too much to drink. Her aunt had offered to let us stay the night but Katherine refused, saying she was fine to drive. Although she wasn’t as plastered as I was, she certainly wasn’t in the best shape to drive us back to our college campus.

  The policeman came over to the window. He was a black man, probably in his thirties, with muscular arms and a handsome face. “Good evening, ma’am. May I see your driver’s license, registration, and proof of insurance?”

  Katherine nodded, pulled him the information and gave it to him. He took it back to his car.

  “What the fuck do I do?” she asked.

  “Stay calm,” I said, my head spinning a little. “Maybe he won’t notice.”

  We made small talk as the office sat in his car, his face illuminated by what a computer screen. Finally, he turned off his flashing lights. Then he stepped out of the car and walked up to the car.

  “Okay, ma’am. You’re name is Katherine?”

  “Yes.”

  “My name is Jabari.” He pulled up his pants at the belt. “Now, I can smell the strong smell of alcohol.”

  “That’s because I’ve been drinking,” I said.

  “No, it’s on her breath,” Jabari said. “Is he your boyfriend?”

  “He’s… yes, my boyfriend.”

  “You don’t want me to give you a breathalyzer, do you, sweetheart?”

  “I’d love it if you didn’t.”

  “Of course you do. But you see, we have certain procedures that we have to follow. When I pull over a beautiful woman suck as yourself who has been driving erratically, I’m required to make her put her lips around my equipment and blow it. And if she passes the test, she gets to leave without receiving a DUI. Does that make sense to you?”

  “Umm…” Katherine looked at me.

  “Go ahead, honey,” I said. “Follow the procedures.”

  “Okay,” Katherine said. “I’d be happy to blow your equipment.”

  “Step out of the car,” he said, looking around to make sure that nobody was around. It was dark, though, and the only sounds were the crickets. Katherine opened the car door and stood next to him. I could see him unbuckle his pants and I heard his keys jangle as his trousers fell to the ground.

  “Wow, you’re big!” Katherine said. I could only see the top of her red hair over the car door as her head bobbed. I could hear slurping sounds and occasionally the popping sound when his cock popped out of her lips. “You’re so much bigger than my boyfriend’s little penis. I mean, he’s not exactly little. He’s five inches, we measured it.”

  “Yeah, it’s big,” the officer said. “Suck my cock, you white whore.”

  I felt embarrassed by Katherine’s description of my penis but frankly I’m comfortable with my manhood. I don’t think I’m small. From what I’ve read, five inches is totally average. At least for a white guy.

  “All right, now,” Jabari said. “Drop your shorts and bend over the car.”

  “I thought we were talking about just blowing--”

  “Drop your panties and bend over,” he ordered forcefully.

  Katherine shimmied out of her sho
rts and panties and then bent over the driver’s side door, facing me. Jabari moved up behind her grabbed her hips and looked down toward his cock. Katherine looked scared as she looked into my eyes. I knew what she was thinking. She wasn’t on the pill and we used condoms for birth control, and now this black man was going to penetrate her without protection. She’d had her period about two weeks ago and there was a good chance that she was fertile right now. But what choice did she have?

  “It’s okay, baby,” I reassured her, taking her hand in mine.

  “Oh my God!” Katherine’s eyes popped open, and her face changed from fear to surprise. “Oh God, please go slowly. You’re so big!”

  Katherine leaned forward over the door, into the car. I could see her freckled young breasts swaying as Jabari started pounding her hard. “Oh fuck, it’s big. It feels so good!”

  “You like that, don’t you?” Jabari said in a deep voice.

  “God, it’s good. It’s fucking amazing! I didn’t know sex could feel like this! I need a cock like this!”

  I felt like I’d been hit in the stomach but I continued holding her hand, watching the ecstasy on her face as this powerful black man fucked her hard with his thick black cock. Suddenly, Jabari gritted his teeth and grunted. He pushed hard into Katherine, sending her face almost into mine, as he delivered his sperm deep inside my girlfriend’s womb. He took a deep breath, slapped her ass, then said, “That was some good, tight pussy. Whew! You’re free to go.” Then he pulled up his pants, buckled himself up, got in his car and left.

  Katherine looked shell shocked as she looked at me, pulling up her panties and shorts. She didn’t say a word as she got back in the car, started it up and drove us back to campus. It’s been over two months since our encounter with the police officer and we haven’t mentioned it since. However, Katherine has recently started feeling nauseated and we’re a little worried. Although Katherine had premarital sex, she was still Catholic and believes that abortion is murder. I’ve told her, though, that if she’s pregnant I would help her raise the baby, even if it’s black. That didn’t seem to make her feel any better, but she’s going to take a pregnancy test and see for sure what’s going on. Let’s hope she’s not!