MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance
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“I have something to confess to you,” she sniffled, trying to regain her composure. “Hunter, for the last two years I’ve been having sex with other men. And some of the men were black.”
I was totally shocked when I heard it and I felt like I’d been kicked in the gut. But I listened and tried to understand it from her perspective.
“I really love you, Hunter. But you don’t satisfy me in the bed the way my old boyfriends did. Before you, I always dated losers. They were handsome, sexy, well-hung, but they were worthless jerks. Only when I met you did I realize how wonderful a man could be. But I missed the powerful attraction, the intense orgasms that my old boyfriends could give me. I didn’t want to leave you for them, but I really need to be sexually satisfied.”
“What do I need to do? What don’t I do in bed with you that they do?”
“It’s not like that, Hunter. I’m so sorry, I really didn’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s about the penis size, isn’t it?”
“Well, that’s part of it. I love feeling filled by a man, feeling him stretching me out. It feels so much better--”
“I can use a penis extension.”
“No, honey. You just don’t understand. It’s not what you’re doing, it’s who you are.” She smiled kindly at me. “You’re wonderful just the way they are. But there’s just that one thing they can give me that you can’t.”
We talked it over and I realized my own limitations. Sure, I was more supportive and a better provider than her ex-boyfriends, but there were areas where they were superior to me. I realized that the other men she dated weren’t in competition with me – they were partners in pleasing my wife. Together we were the total package. I agreed to allow her to continue dating the other men.
We’re still waiting to learn whether Ava’s sex videos are in Jerry’s collection. She said that she’s only slept with three black men while we’ve lived in the apartment. Most of the guys she dated were white because she hates to use condoms and didn’t want to take the chance of having a black baby.
However, Ava confessed that she felt comfortable going bareback with her white lovers because they were basically taller, stronger, more confident and violent versions of me, and I wouldn’t be able to tell if the babies weren’t mine. After we had our second son I got a vasectomy, so I was worried that she might get pregnant again. She agreed that if she’s going to have other lovers, it made sense for her to get her tubes tied so that we won’t have any accidents. By the time the night was over, we were in total agreement on everything.
“Thank you, honey,” she said. “You really know how to please your wife!”
LEASING OUT THE EXTRA ROOM
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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Our finances had been a little tight ever since the birth of our son two years ago, so I suggested to my wife Mackenzie that we consider renting out our spare bedroom. I figured we could probably ask for $300 or more per month.
“Tom, I have an ever better idea,” she replied. “Let’s rent it out with AirBNB. We could charge $50 a night and make more money than that.”
I’d never used AirBNB but I’d heard about the new service that allows people to rent out their private residences for overnight stays, just like a hotel room or a bed and breakfast. After looking into it, I agreed that it sounded like a great idea but we would need to make sure that anybody staying in our house was a decent individual. Mackenzie agreed and said that she would do the screening.
Two weeks later, we had our first customer. His name was Kendric and his picture showed a muscular black guy with dreadlocks. He said he was coming to our town for a family reunion. After discussing the importance of safety with my wife, I was surprised that this was the man she’d picked but I trusted her judgment.
When Kendric arrived for his extended weekend, Mackenzie met him at the door. I was a little surprised at her reaction. I saw her slyly checking him out and, for his part, he seemed flirtatious as well. While she was standing there giving him towels and telling him about our house rules, there were clearly sparks flying. Mackenzie was twenty-three and I’d known her since she was a teenager and she’d only been with one other guy before me. But she always drew attention as a pretty faced, brown-haired brunette with large breasts and a bubble butt. And she was clearly smitten by the twenty-six-year-old Kendric.
Whenever I sense that Mackenzie is aroused, I try to get her in bed. That night in bed she was wearing a turquoise-colored negligee with no panties. I tried to make love with her but she rebuffed my advances.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I had a talk with Kendric,” she said, taking my hand. “He likes white girls and he thinks I’m pretty.”
“Okay.”
“I think he’s really sexy.” She swallowed hard. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be with a black man. I feel a really strong desire for him and I really want you to let me sleep with him.”
I was silent for a moment, not sure what to say, but my penis was rock hard. “Okay.”
She slipped out of our bedroom, closed the door behind us, and went inside the spare room which was adjacent to ours. I heard the door to Kendric’s room slowly close behind her. At first I heard nothing and wasn’t sure what was going on, but then I began to hear their voices. The bed in the spare room is next to the wall of the master bedroom, and the wall is pretty thin, so I was able to hear a lot. Mackenzie was moaning and it was clear that she was getting it good.
“Yes, baby,” she moaned. “Just like that.” She moaned louder, almost a cry, and I knew from experience that she was orgasming.
I sneaked out of bed, walked down the hallway and opened the door just a crack. The room light was off but the little lamp on the far side of the room was on, giving just enough light. I saw my wife, her lingerie still on, thrusting her groin up and down as she rode her black lover’s body. I couldn’t see her face, just her hair, but I could tell that she was kissing Kendric passionately. His strong black hands caressed her white ass as she fucked him. I began stroking my penis as I watched.
Soon they switched to doggy style, Mackenzie’s favorite position. As it happened, I got to see what he was packing. His cock was only about seven inches long but it was very thick, and it was clear from my wife’s moans that she was enjoying it immensely. “Your cock is so big,” she said, moaning as she turned back to face him. “It touches everything just right. It feels so good.” He managed to give her two more orgasms in the doggy position before he pushed in hard and came inside of her. The two of them collapsed down on the bed, giggling, and Kendric pulled the sheet up over them.
I went back to the bedroom and finished masturbating, squirting my load into a tissue. I waited up for a while to see if Mackenzie would return to our bed but after a while I figured she was staying the night with her black lover and I fell asleep. The next morning, Mackenzie was happier than I’d seen her in ages. She could us all a great breakfast and we sat around the breakfast table talking about Kendric’s family reunion, as if nothing had happened the night before.
When Kendric left an hour later for the reunion, I pulled Mackenzie aside and grabbed her ass. “Wow,” she said, “You’re penis is hard.” I told her that I’d witnessed her with Kendric and it really turned me on. We had a quick little roll in the hay while she told me
how great Kendric’s cock felt and how hot it was making love to a different man, especially a black one. I only lasted five minutes before I came.
Mackenzie and Kendric had sex twice a day during his stay with us. After he left, we both agreed that renting out the room had been a great experience in every way. Mackenzie showed me that she’d just book the room for the next week and then the following weekend. I wasn’t surprised when I saw the pictures and realized both of our next two renters would be athletic, sexy and black.
HER FRIEND WITH BENEFITS
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’m Luke. I’m a twenty-two years old and I just started a job in database management. I have a woman in my life but I’m not sure if you’d really say that she’s my “girlfriend.” Her name is Victoria and she’s my friend. I’d guess you’d say that we are friends with benefits.
Vicky and I have been friends all through college. She was always pretty popular, and hardly a weekend went by where she didn’t have a date. I tried going to parties and bars but I wasn’t able to get much female attention. Certainly none of the women that I’d be interested in were interested in me. I didn’t have any interest in dating women who were far below my league.
Although Vicky was often mistreated by the guys she dated, she kept dating, trying to find someone who would treat her right. The whole time I was thinking, “that’s me!” But Vicky never seemed to look at me that way. But one time I finally got the courage to ask her out. I was afraid that I might be destroying our friendship but I had to ask. So one time, while I was buying her an ice cream cone at the Dairy Bar, I asked her if she’d ever thought about dating me.
“I don’t know,” she said, her tongue licking the top of the soft serve. “I’m not really ready to be in a relationship. I feel that I should finish my college degree and get established in my career before doing that.”
As we walked back to my car, I realized that she was right. But I told her that I was attracted to her and I wanted to be more than just friends. “It’s killing me to love you and share things with you, but not be able to do anything physically with you.” She agreed and said that we could be friends with benefits.
That weekend, I took her out to the movies as I often did. But when we got back to her apartment, she kissed me and invited me inside. I wasn’t exactly a virgin, having once sorta had sex back in high school, but being with Vicky was amazing. She’s so beautiful and I was so excited that I only lasted a couple of minutes before filling the rubber.
I was totally in love with her at that point, but she was still seeing other guys. The main guy she was dating was a black guy named Nigel. He was on the basketball team and was known as quite a player in more ways than one. Often times I’d seen her walking around school with him, beaming in adoration. I’d also heard a lot of people whispering and laughing that Vicky thought she was his girlfriend but she was nothing more than a fuck buddy to him. But I have to admit that Nigel was tall and handsome, a talented athlete with a likely career in the NBA. All of the girls at the college wanted him. I can’t deny that Nigel is the better man and I could totally understand why she’d do anything to try and make it work with him.
As we dated, I kept trying to move our relationship forward. I got her to eventually agree that we are boyfriend and girlfriend, and I brought her home to meet my parents. Slowly she seemed to be warming to the idea of us being a couple, but she wasn’t ready yet to be exclusive. She was still seeing Nigel about three times a week. I really wasn’t concerned about that because I loved seeing how happy he made her, but I hated the fact that he wasn’t using protection.
Vicky insisted that I use condoms every time even though she was on the pill, but she allowed Nigel to take her bare. I would make love with her about once a week, and sometimes she had just had sex with Nigel right before she did with me. I told her that I didn’t like that but she kept doing it.
“I’m only horny sometimes,” she would explain, laying down on the bed and spreading her legs. “So you both have to share.” She would point towards her crotch, her inner thighs wet and sticky, her bush matted down with his semen, and beckoned me to eat her pussy. I swear that she was doing it intentionally. Frankly, though, she would come especially hard when I ate her after she’d just been with Nigel, and I really enjoyed seeing her orgasm like that. Then I’d slip on the condom and just enjoy the fuck, knowing that I’d already satisfied her and done it well.
Four months ago, something happened that moved our relationship forward. Nigel was arrested for a armed robbery, pretty much ending his basketball career, and then there was a rumor that he’d knocked up another girl on campus. There was a huge fight between Vicky and Nigel, and the bottom fact is that she broke up with him. I acted like I felt sorry about it, but if I’m honest about it I was glad that he was out of the picture so that I could have her to myself. A couple weeks later, she found out that she was also pregnant. Vicky was crying uncontrollably, but I told her that she had nothing to worry about and that I would marry her and raise the baby as my own. I was so happy when she agreed and I put the engagement ring on her finger.
Vicky and I are very excited about our new life together. She looks so adorable with that big, growing belly and she’s rubbing it all the time. We’re both hoping that the baby will be a boy and that he will have his father Nigel’s basketball skills. No matter what, though, we know that no matter the baby’s skin it will be my baby, and I can’t wait to be a daddy.
So don’t listen to the skeptics. Sometimes dreams do come true and you can start out as friends with benefits and realize that you’re perfect for each other. Vicky tells me all the time that she can’t believe that she found somebody man enough to accept her sexuality and even raise her black baby. She says I’m the perfect guy for her. She’s certainly the right woman for me!
THE HUSBAND’S DARTBOARD
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 Paige first started dating other guys, we had a conversation about dating rules. For example, we agreed that she would allow me to see her text messages and posts on dating sites, and that she’d be honest with me about all of the details of her dates. Another thing we talked about was birth control.
Paige and I closely follow her cycle to avoid pregnancy, only having sex when she’s not fertile. Paige said that she’s particularly interested in having sex with other guys during her fertile periods, and I suggested that she use condoms with her lovers.
“I don’t know, Brayden. I don’t like the idea of having a rubber barrier separating me from my lover,” she said. But then she said one of the guys she was texting with had something sexy in mind where I could
choose the condom called “the husband’s board,” and the details were a secret. We both agreed to it.
That weekend, Paige’s first love came over to our house to take her out for a date. We have a finished basement with a bar, pool table, dartboard and a digital jukebox. I was downstairs when Paige and her black date Allonzo walked in. He came up to me and shook my hand. I’d seen his picture but he seemed even larger in person, towering over me at 6’3. Allonzo was a well-dressed, dark skinned black man, very confident, and Paige was all over him. Honestly, I felt a little intimidated by him. But he asked for a scotch on the rocks. I made him a drink, as well as a Malibu and diet for Paige, and I sipped on my diet coke as we made small talk. Soon they were ready to leave to hit the bars.
“Before we go,” Paige said, smiling. “it’s time to play the game. The hubby board.”
She pointed in the direction of the dart board and I turned around. On the board were a dozen black condom wrappers, held up with pins.
“Here you go,” Paige said, handing me three darts. “I put up twelve condoms on the board. You stand behind the ten foot line and you throw. You’ve probably noticed that those are Magnum condoms – regular ones don’t fit on him. You get three darts – three chances to select a condom for us to use. I’d suggest that you hit on the four corners of the wrapper so you can pierce the wrapper without damaging the condom. Whatever unbroken condoms you select with the dart, Allonzo needs to use this weekend. And we promise we won’t do it more than three times. So if you select three condoms, we’ll be safe.”
I swallowed hard. I wasn’t that good at darts and I was standing far away. “What if I don’t hit any?”
“If you don’t select any condoms, then Allonzo gets to go bareback.” She shrugged. “That’s okay with him, right?”
“Fine with me,” he said.
“I am fertile right now, though,” she said, putting her hands around my waist from behind and whispering into my ear. “And I want to have sex with him so badly, I’m pretty sure it’ll be three times. So if you don’t want me to get pregnant, you should probably select three condoms.”