MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance
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“Shit, bitch! Shit!” Aaron pushed his cock balls deep inside of Isabella’s cunt. She was moaning as his huge testicles contorted, pulsing as they unleashed millions of sperm into my then-girlfriend’s womb, filling her fully and completely. As they kissed and cuddled, I grabbed my keys off the counter and slowly eased out of the apartment. I closed the door behind me and locked it, and I drove around for a couple of hours, arriving home at my normal time.
When I walked inside, Isabella greeted me like nothing had happened. But my penis was erect and I told her I’d been thinking about her all day, and I started kissing her. We normally have sex at night before I go to sleep, but she allowed me to take her to our bed right then.
When I ate her pussy I’d been expecting to find a cream pie but she’d obviously showered. Still, I was able to bring her off with cunnilingus. She came again during intercourse, playing with herself as I rubbed my little penis in and out of her, no doubt fantasizing about Aaron.
Everything was great until a few months later when Isabella found out that she was pregnant. She confessed to me that she’d been having sex with Aaron as well as a friend of his named LeDaun. While we’d been having sex once or twice a week, she was having sex with each of her black lovers two, three or even four times a week. She pointed out that we’d never said that we were exclusive and she wasn’t cheating, but she wanted me to know that she wasn’t sure who the father was.
I told Isabella that I’d never ask her to be exclusive and that as far as I’m concerned, it’s my baby. We got married two months later. When the baby was born, I cried and fell in love with the little tyke immediately. I honestly couldn’t love him any more if his skin were as fair as mine or Isabella’s.
I also told my wife that I’m not asking her to be sexually exclusive but I’d like her to keep me aware of what’s going on and tell me all the details of her dates. Also, I requested that she ask her lovers to consider using condoms or pull out of her if she’s at her fertile time of the month. Right now she’s not seeing anybody else but she tells me that she will probably open up to other lovers once our son is a little older. I can’t wait!
HER UBER DRIVER
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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When my wife Natalie and I started talking about her taking other lovers, we came up with some ground rules on how things would go. The idea was that she would keep me in the know about who, what and when she’s dating. Basically, she would treat me as her “best girlfriend,” telling me all her feelings and the dirty details of her encounters. I would not be permitted intercourse with her on the same day as any of her dates, but I could perform cunnilingus on her when she came home. We weren’t ready for children yet and had been using condoms for birth control. Knowing that most of the guys she would date wouldn’t be okay with that, she went on the pill and kept me in condoms.
She went on a handful of dates and eventually met Jason, her current boyfriend. She goes on dates with him about twice a week. Jason is a twenty-three-year-old white guy who works out in the gym for hours a day and, according to Natalie, he’s great in bed. Although she’s confessed to me that she’s in love with him, Jason isn’t a one-woman kind of guy and he’s told her that he’s just in it for the sex. With my prodding, she’s been going on dates trying to find a second steady boyfriend to help fill her time. She’s met a number of guys but she hadn’t had any luck finding a long-term partner.
One thing that I wanted to try was secretly going on a date with her. I’d tried taking her to a bar and sitting away from her, allowing her to be hit on by other guys. But I wanted to see more of her interactions. Her next date was on Friday with a sexy black guy in his mid-thirties named Marcus. He recently got released from prison and he didn’t have his driver’s license, so he was going to take Uber to the club.
“Sam, I have an idea,” Natalie said. “Why don’t you pretend to be an Uber driver? You can drive me to Marcus’s place, then take us out to the club. When we’re done, you can pick us up and take us back to his place. Then you can drive me home afterward.”
I thought about it and it seemed like a brilliant idea. When she told Marcus that she’d take care of the Uber ride, he was good with it.
Natalie dressed up in a sexy crop top, shorts that showed off her nice bubble butt, and sandals. I wore jeans, a t-shirt and a ball cap. Luckily the guy only lived fifteen minutes away from us in the downtown area. It didn’t look like a safe neighborhood to me. There were bars on the windows, a lot of boarded-up closed-down businesses, and a people wandering around aimlessly on the sidewalks. When I pulled up at his place, a garden-style apartment complex, Natalie called him on her cell phone. A few minutes later he stepped outside.
I have to admit that Marcus was a handsome guy. He was tall and well-built, though certainly not in as good of shape as Jason. For a guy who just got out of prison, his jeans and shoes looked very expensive and he was wearing a button-down shirt.
He hopped into the back seat with Natalie. I watched in the rearview mirror as the two of them made small talk. There was clearly some sexual attraction between the two of them. I pulled up to O’Malley’s Break Room, Natalie gave me some cash and they hopped out. I watched as they walked hand-in-hand into the bar. I drove around town and stopped at a coffee shop, wondering what was going on. Natalie sent me a text saying that Marcus is a great kisser and she can’t wait to get him in bed. When I finally got a call to pick them back up, it was nearly two hours later.
Marcus and Natalie jumped into the back seat of my car. I could smell alcohol and it was clear that my wife was the one drunk. Soon they were making out in the back seat and my penis was stiff, straining against my pants, as I watched his huge black body against her tiny white frame.
“Pull it out,” Natalie said. “I want to see that big cock.” Marcus looked into my eyes. I just shrugged. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down mid-thigh. His cock was enormous, easily eight or nine inches, and thick and veiny.
“Mmm, that’s it,” my wife said, reaching over and grasping his cock. “It’s so big I can’t even close my fist around it. I like a big black cock.” Then she leaned over and started giving him a blowjob. I tried to concentrate on the road. In the mirror I was her hand on his balls and her head bobbing up and down.
Marcus threw his head back and was groaning. “Yeah, bitch. Suck that cock. You little slut, you suck a good cock.”
“Your cock is so big, so much better than my husband’s little penis,” she said. “I can’t wait to feel it inside me.”
When I reached his house, Natalie again paid me and the two of them walked inside, his hand on her ass as they went inside. I drove straight home and jerked off in the bathroom. I was so hot thinking about them fucking that my juice squirted nearly a foot into the air before landing in the sink.
I didn’t hear anything from Natalie until the next morning when she called to have me pick her up. She was very drowsy and said they’d been up most of the night fucking between naps. When we got home, I tried to get some sex from her but she said I knew the rules, she fucked him Friday night but also Saturday morning, so I needed to wait until Sunday for sex.
On Sunday morning when she woke up, as we were laying in bed, I asked her for the details of her date with Marcus. Apparently he’s an incredible lover and he came inside of her four times a
nd the sheets were covered in semen. I started kissing her neck and pulled off her t-shirt. She reached over into the nightstand, pulled out a condom and rolled it over my penis with her mouth. Then she rolled me onto my back and slowly grinded on me as she told me how great his cock felt, how it was perfectly sized for her pussy, bringing her off easily and hard. I only lasted about five minutes before I fired off like a shotgun blast. When she got off me the condom’s reservoir was filled.
“Damn,” she said. “You really liked that, didn’t you?”
“It was fucking amazing,” I said, exhausted.
Natalie is seeing both Marcus two-to-four times a week now. She says she’s in love with him and she’s helping him get back on his feet. She still sees Jason, too, and she’s having one night stands as well. Natalie doesn’t like sleeping with two guys on the same day and her lovers take precedent, so there are weeks going by where I don’t get any sex with her. But my penis is hard as steel with her exploits, and I’m finding that jerking off to the image of Marcus fucking her gets me hotter than ever.
PUTTING IT IN FOR THEM
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 Gabe. For the last few months, my wife Morgan has been dating another guy with my full knowledge and permission. One of her co-workers, a black guy named Zion, started hitting on her. At first she turned him down, but one night over cocktails she admitted that she’d really like to have sex with Zion.
Morgan and I are both in our mid-twenties. Morgan was the only girl I’d slept with and she’d only slept with a handful of guys before me. One thing she’d regretted, she said, was never having dated a black guy. Zion, she informed me, was very handsome and sexy, and he’d slept with quite a few women in her office, including a couple of married women. I told her that if she wanted to date Zion I’d be okay with it, assuming that she could handle having a boyfriend without falling in love with him and leaving me. She assured me that she loved me and that wouldn’t happen. I also asked that her lover uses condoms, not only for birth control but to prevent diseases.
The next time that Zion hit on her, he was surprised when Morgan accepted his advance. They began going to lunch together at work and she started texting him a lot. They started going out on dates about twice a week, usually Monday and Wednesday and sometimes on Friday or Saturday. Morgan told me that Zion was seeing a lot of different women and he wasn’t often available. Sometimes he would “double shift,” hooking up with my wife for sex before going out on a date with another woman. That way, he didn’t feel as much pressure to have sex on the later date. Dates on the weekend were reserved for women that he knew would put out.
Morgan had always had a sweet nature but she was especially kind after she started dating Zion. She said that she wouldn’t neglect me in the bedroom and wanted to thank me for being such a generous husband and allowing her to do this. When we’d make love before Zion, I would often have trouble maintaining my erection while putting on the condom and I’d often have trouble ejaculating. But when Morgan would come home from one of her dates and we’d slip in bed, I was always incredibly stiff. She would roll the condom over my penis while telling me all the details of her date. Even with the reduced sensations from the rubber, it never took me longer than ten minutes to come inside of her.
Morgan asked me if there’s anything that we’re not doing that I’d like to do in bed. I told her that I would like to watch her and Zion together, and to roll the condom over his cock. She said it sounded hot to her and she would ask him. Thankfully, Zion agreed to let me do that.
That Wednesday, Zion came over to our house. When I saw him at the door, I was stunned. I’m not gay or anything but Morgan wasn’t kidding when she said he was handsome. Aside from his beautiful face, he had a muscular body and was smartly dressed from head to toe with a touch of spicy cologne. I could totally understand why women, even married ones, gave into him so easily.
Morgan walked up behind me and the two embraced, his hands caressing her body over her jeans and shirt. “I’m so hot for you,” he said. “Let’s do this.”
In our bedroom, I stood to the side while the two of them kissed and undressed each other. I’d expected that Zion’s cock would be huge but it was fairly normal, only about seven or eight inches. Then Morgan lay down on the bed and called me over to eat her pussy. While I was going down on her, Zion walked to the side of the bed and my wife sucked his cock.
After I gave her two orgasms, Zion walked up behind me and said, “I’m ready.”
As I leaned back, I saw his cock aiming at my face. “The condoms are over--”
Zion grabbed my head and slipped his cock inside of my mouth. I was stunned, not expecting that at all. He began thrusting his cock in and out of me.
“Watch your teeth, bitch,” he said.
“Keep your tongue flat,” my wife said helpfully. “That will cover your bottom teeth. Then curl your upper lip over your top front teeth.”
I’d never given a blowjob before but I tried my best. I licked his cock up and down and sucked on the head. Again, he pushed his cock inside of my mouth and thrusted. He seemed to like it, thrusting with one hand on his hip and the other behind my head. After a few minutes of this, he held my head with both hands and started thrusting quickly. He pushed in deep inside and I started to gag, powerless in his powerful black hands, just as I felt him shooting rope after rope down my throat. When he released me I gasped for air and swallowed his load down.
Zion walked over to Morgan who began sucking him again and brought him back to full hardness. Then she handed him a condom and he walked it over to me. “Is this what you wanted?”
I nodded as I ripped open the wrapped, pulled out the rubber and rolled it over his thick brown cock.
“Wet it,” he said. “Suck it wet.”
I quickly gave him a suck to lubricate it, tasting the rubbery flavor of the condom, then he moved up between my wife’s spread legs. She was playing with her clit as I grasped his cock and inserted inside of her cunt. The two of them fucked in the missionary position, doggy style, and then girl on top. Morgan was for more vocal in bed with Zion than she was with me, and she seemed far more eager for him. He brought her off three times before he finished with my wife on top of him.
So far I’ve only watched them that one time but I’ll have the memories forever. I loved the look of sexual intensity on Morgan’s face as she fucked her black lover. She’s talked about taking other black lovers but for now, it’s just her and Zion and we’re all sexually satisfied.
JERRY’S SECRET AMATEUR MOVIES
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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“Oh my God!” I couldn’t believe what I wa
s reading online on my iPad. “Jerry’s in big trouble.”
“Jerry who?” my wife Ava asked. “You mean Jerry Holsom?”
“Yes, that Jerry,” I replied. “The FBI is raiding his house. According to this story, Jerry has been hiding video cameras in his apartment complexes and filming the people having sex.”
The color disappeared from Ava’s face. “Oh my goodness.” I wasn’t surprised by her reaction. After all, we lived in one of Jerry’s apartments. She sat down on the couch next to me. “Do you really think Jerry would do something like that?”
It was hard to believe. Jerry Holsom always seemed like such a great guy. He became famous when the Cincinnati newspaper ran a story about how he’d lost ninety pounds eating only hamburgers at Beefway Burgers. Beefway jumped on the story, pushed Jerry as their spokesman, and suddenly a guy employed mixing paint at a local hardware store was now a highly-paid spokesman for a hamburger franchise. A few years later, he purchased a handful of apartment complexes near his home in Kentucky. But now his nice guy image was crashing down in a dirty movie scandal.
“I don’t know, honey,” I said. “But I wouldn’t worry about it. As long as the movies don’t get out publicly, I don’t think we have anything to worry about. We did nothing wrong.”
But I noticed Ava’s face was still pale. “What if they recorded me having sex? I feel so violated.”
I nodded and continued reading the story. Then I chuckled when I read the next part of the story.
“You have nothing to worry about,” I said. “Get this – it looks like Jerry has a thing for watching white women having sex with black men. According to the story, he didn’t keep any of the movies except for interracial movies.” I laughed. “Wow. It says that Jerry has video of over a hundred white wives cheating on their husbands with black guys. Damn, that’s a lot of white trash bitches.”
“Don’t say that,” Ava said, starting to cry.
“Honey, what’s wrong?”