MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  “Lay down,” my wife instructed the young guy. He lay down on the bed and she began to suck his cock. As she sucked on it, her cheeks pulled in by the vacuum, Tremain stepped up behind her. That’s when I saw his cock. My penis is pretty average at five inches, but Tremain’s whopper had to be twice as long and four times at thick. He walked up behind my wife’s ass, put the head at her entrance, grabbed her ass cheeks and pushed himself inside.

  “Mmmm,” my wife moaned, her eyes rolling back as she continued performing fellatio. She kept moaning but soon abandoned Michael’s cock, focusing solely on the pleasure she was receiving. “God that feels good. I love your cock. Give me that big black fucking cock!”

  Tremain looked over at me and smiled, nodding as his hips bounced against her ass. “Yeah, that pussy is tight. You picked a good one here, Ian.”

  Michael was moving moving his cock, making it move right near my wife’s face. She seemed to get the idea. She moved up on top of him and began riding him cowgirl. Tremain got up, knees on the bed, and pressed his cock inside of my wife’s asshole.

  Brooke put a hand behind her, holding his legs back, grimacing. “Go slow, baby. My ass isn’t used to something that big.” But soon the three of them were moving in unison on the hotel bed, slowly thrusting inside of her. “Oh, God, it’s amazing. I can feel both your cocks moving inside of me.”

  “You like that, huh?” Tremain said. He looked at me. “You want to jump in here? Put your dick in her mouth?”

  I could see that Brooke was totally out of it, as if in a trance, concentrating on the new and intense pleasures she was receiving.

  “That’s okay,” I said. “I’m going to head back to my room. I told my wife I’d call her. Have fun, guys.” I carefully opened the door just enough to get out, made sure that nobody was walking down the hallway saw anything, and went back to my room.

  I waited up a couple of hours but Brooke never showed. Eventually I just fell asleep. Finally I heard the room door open. I saw the sun slanting through the blinds. The clock said it was 5:52. She slipped in bed beside me.

  “Were you up all night?” I asked.

  She nodded. “You saw what happened the first time. Double penetration. The guys came inside of me at the same time. Then Michael left while Tremain and I took a shower. He got hard again and he fucked me hard in the shower. After we got out, we lay down and talked for a while. He got hard again and we fucked a third time. That one lasted forever. I thought his cock would never come.”

  “It wasn’t good?”

  “Oh, it was good,” she said, snuggling into the sheets. “His cock is fucking amazing. I mean, just the size and the way it’s angled, it’s just the best. The best part was feeling two cocks in me at the same time, feeling them sliding in and out. It was intense. Even after Michael left, I was so wet just thinking about it. Tremain gave me five orgasms and Michael gave me one.

  “Wow.”

  She nodded. “Yeah. He asked if I could party again tomorrow, meaning today. He said he’d pay for the second day. I told him that I had another client but maybe the next time he’s in town.”

  We dozed for a couple of hours, then Brooke got dressed and sneaked out of my room. We were pretty sure that she’d made it out of the hotel without being seen. I left a half hour later and made it back to our house. When I got there, I wasn’t surprised that my wife was in bed sleeping.

  That Wednesday we got the call from BNET that we were selected to provide their solution. My team was jubilant, knowing that it meant our jobs were safe again and we’d hit our quarterly bonuses to boot.

  Yesterday, about three months after we won the bid, Tremain mentioned that he would be in town for a convention and wondered if I could give him Sunshine’s number. Unfortunately, I told him that I’d learned that Sunshine had retired from the escort business. In reality, my wife had just finished the first trimester of a pregnancy and we aren’t sure if I’m the father or if it’s Tremain or Michael. In any case, Brooke has lost her libido and it’ll be a while before she’ll be ready to have sex again. When she is, I know we’ll both have lots of hot memories from Tremain’s hotel room to get us excited!

  MY BLACK BUDDY

  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 last two years, I’ve been keeping a terrible secret from my husband. Usually two or three days a week, I have sex with my black lover. It’s true – I have a black fuck buddy.

  I don’t mean to cheat on Mason. He’s really a great guy, sweet and caring, just a wonderful life partner. But after years of having plain vanilla sex, I just felt a void. Something was missing.

  It was around that time I was doing the laundry in our apartment complex’s washing room and this handsome black guy walked in wearing blue jeans and a wife beater.

  “Damn,” he said, putting down his laundry basket. “There some fine ass women in this place.”

  “Thanks,” I said. “I’m Rebecca.”

  He introduced himself as Ravonte. He said he was living with a girl on the third floor but she was just a friend. I told him that I was married but he wouldn’t stop hitting on me. I admit it, I was flattered at the attention. Although I appreciate my husband’s compliments, it was nice to hear it from another man. I thought it was just idle chit-chat when I told him that I work Wednesday through Sunday, but I soon realized that he was listening carefully.

  On Monday around ten in the morning, I heard a knock at the door. It was Ravonte standing there in a nice t-shirt and jeans, holding a bottle of Mad Dog 20/20. I could smell cologne on him and I suspected that he had something in mind, but I let him in anyway, then locked the door behind him.

  “You said Mason would be at work so we should have some time to talk,” he said, uncorking the wine and pouring us each a glass. “Get to know each other.”

  As we talked, I found myself very attracted to him. At thirty-two, he was eight years older than me and he just seemed so much more worldly than my bookkeeper husband. Ravonte lived such an exciting life working as a tow truck driver, and I was laughing at the crazy stories he told me. Soon I was feeling more than a little tipsy and I was having trouble resisting this sexy black man.

  When he leaned in to kiss me, I eagerly kissed him back. I’d never kissed a black man before and I loved the excitement of kissing this new guy. I reached down and unzipped his jeans, then put a hand into his crotch. When I felt how large he was I stopped kissing him and looked down, just shocked at what I felt. I’d always known that my husband was a little on the small side but this was incredible. I’d really only planned on kissing Ravonte before kicking him out, but now I knew that I needed to feel this amazing cock inside of me.

  I secured the deadbolt on the front door, then led my black stud to my bedroom. As we kissed, sitting on the bed, I felt myself getting so wet. With my husband I need to use artificial lubrication, but I was so turned on my Ravonte that I didn’t need it. I was only wearing a t-shirt and panties, and he had it all off in seconds.

  Ravonte dropped his jeans and underpants, and stood next to the bed with his cock near my mouth. I wasn’t very practiced at giving blowjobs as I usually just have missionary sex with Mason, but I was so turned on my this handsome black man that I tried my best to suck him off. I couldn’t take even half of him inside of my mouth, and I think I was doing it wrong because he told
me to just lay down on the bed.

  When he got on top of me and lined his cock at my entrance, I was almost shaking with excitement. I’ll never forget that first time of feeling it slip inside of me. Mason often gets upset when I ask him whether he’s inside of me, but the reality is that you can’t feel much when a guy is small. But when Ravonte pushed his giant member inside of me, I felt every little bit of it.

  I don’t want you to think that Mason doesn’t satisfy me, though. He does bring me to orgasm with his tongue. He’s pretty good at eating pussy. But licking a woman’s clit is kind of like licking the top half of the head of his penis. The clit has a shaft, just like the penis, but it’s buried inside the upper part of the vagina. And when you’re fucked my a guy with a large cock, like Ravonte, you finally realize what sex is really all about. You’re fully filled and there’s pressure and friction against the clitoral shaft, but also the clit itself often rubs against the base of his cock.

  Ravonte fucked me in the missionary position, putting me through three orgasms. The whole time I was laying there just in awe, loving the full feeling of pleasure that I’d never experienced before. Then he had me get on my hands and knees as he fucked me doggy style on my marital bed, giving me two more orgasms before he shot his cum deep inside of me.

  After that, I couldn’t go without having sex with Ravonte. We’re not serious or anything – it’s just about sex – but it works for both of us. I love my husband and have no intention of leaving him. I still let Mason have sex with me once every week or two, and he has no idea that I’m being unfaithful because we only meet up while my husband is at work.

  Frankly, I’d been considering leaving Mason for somebody who could give me the kind of sex I needed, and I feel that Ravonte has saved our marriage. I wish Mason wasn’t so insecure and could accept my need to sex satisfaction to supplement our relationship, but he isn’t and so I’m forced to sneak around. If you ask me, men like Mason should thank men like Ravonte. A man like Mason is my meat and potatoes, and a Ravonte is that sweet, decadent chocolate dessert. They aren’t in competition – they go together!

  THE STRENGTH TO SURVIVE

  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 Katie. I’m a thirty-three year old mother of three. My husband Jason and I have been happily married for eleven years.

  I never cheated on Jason when we were dating, but I’ve always been a very sexual woman and I love getting attention from men. And the men who turned me on the most are the men who are strong, powerful, sexy, sexual and dominant – people call them “bulls.”

  Jason is the greatest guy in the world and a wonderful father but he’s nothing like those men. When you see a man who’s a bull, you can tell immediately. A bull is the kind of guy who gets any woman he wants, even if she’s another man’s girlfriend or wife. There’s an excitement about a bull that touches you at your very core and makes you want to have sex with them.

  I’ve always wondered why women are taught to date nice guys with good jobs, but we’re so much more attracted to bulls. Then I had my college biology class and I think I understand it now. Humans are animals and female animals want to breed with the strongest and best male. As it turns out, the men who give you the strongest and healthiest children, the men who have the strength to survive, aren’t monogamous and they don’t like raising children. Human women are forced to choose between weak, inferior “nice guys” who will stay with you or strong, dominant “bulls” who love ‘em and leave ‘em.

  Even though I was a very sexual girl by nature, I did what everybody told me to do. I agreed to date Jason even though he was pretty soft and weak because he was a nice guy. When we graduated college, we got married.

  Then one day I met a sexy guy at the Laundromat. He was six feet four inches tall with tattoos all over his broad shoulders, well-defined chest and huge biceps. He had a handsome, sexy face. He looked a little like Jason, but a far better looking version. I felt so incredibly turned on by him.

  “People call me Blade,” he said. We started chatting about our clothes and soon I felt like he was hitting on me. Blade mentioned that he’s an amateur fighter and he had a collection of UFC memorabilia in his apartment. When he asked if I’d like to see it, I couldn’t help but agree. After the laundry was done, I followed him in my car and got to his place. As soon as we reached his bedroom, he began kissing me.

  I was so turned on, my pussy was so wet, and I really need to feel him inside of me. His bedroom was a mess and dirty but I ignored it. I unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, which was almost twice as long as Jason’s little penis. As I took it inside my mouth, savoring its size and feel, I wondered how many of these large cocks I’d missed out in college by dating Jason. His cock got larger and thicker as I sucked it, and soon we were both naked and I was lying down on his bed.

  When he got on top of me, kissing me, I had a fleeting thought that I should make him use a condom. I follow my cycle and only have sex with Jason during or shortly after my period. Here I was in the middle of my most fertile time, a married woman allowing this stranger to stick his thick, beautiful cock deep inside of me. But that concern was overcome by my strong sexual attraction to this amazing man, and as he pushed that thick cock inside of me, I soon felt myself having an intense orgasm.

  After a few minutes, we switched positions and I rode him on top. Again I came as I kissed him. I loved how his big cock felt inside of me, filling me completely. I was rubbing my clit against his pelvis, and it felt amazing. Then we switched into doggy style. I felt so beautiful, so sexy as he fucked me hard. He was talking dirty, calling me a “nasty little bitch,” and I loved it when he spanked my ass hard. Our sexy time finished with Blade holding my waist tightly in his strong hands, shooting his cum deep inside of me as I orgasmed with him.

  When I went home, I acted like nothing had happened. I didn’t feel guilty at all, which surprised me. I think I just realized that I deserved to have that kind of sexual pleasure and excitement in my life, and what Jason didn’t know didn’t hurt him. A month later, when I found out that I was pregnant, Jason was happy that we had a baby on the way. And he’s been so proud that our son is handsome and popular with the other kids.

  After our son was born, we decided we needed a larger home. We moved into a house out in the suburbs. I was living a pretty normal married life until that fall when I met Darryl. Like Blade, Darryl was very handsome, sexy and sexual. He was married at the time and I spoke with his wife, who said that he was an unsupportive asshole and totally useless apart from having a big dick and being great in bed.

  When I ran into Darryl one day at the pool in town, we chatted and the sparks were flying. We had sex and he was a fantastic lover, bringing me to orgasm after orgasm. By the spring, I was pregnant with our daughter and Jason had never came inside of me during the fertile part of my cycle. Our daughter is beautiful, the spitting image of Darryl, and Jason was none the wiser.

  Our daughter was nearly a year old when I met Jayshawn. I was working in the office and he was a manager in the warehouse. He was good looking with a sexy body and strut, and I’d admired him from a distance for a while. One time he was passing through the office and I struck up a conversation with him. There was clearly a mutual attraction, and I really wanted to have his baby. But there were a couple of problems. First
, he was black and Jason would know that the baby wasn’t his. Second, he said that after our daughter was born that we shouldn’t have any more kids.

  Over the years, Jason had mentioned his fantasy of me having sex with another guy. He seemed especially turned on by the idea of me having sex with a black man. I’d always told him that I’m not the type of woman to break her marriage vows like that. But that night, in bed, I told him that there was a guy at work that I found very attractive and I was willing to give it a try. I also pointed out that our sex life had dropped a lot since we had kids and this might get things started again. Jason’s little penis was rock hard and oozing precum, and when I asked if he’d be okay with it, he gave me a squeaky little “yes.” He asked me to make sure that the guy used condoms.

  After that, I started sleeping with Jayshawn on a regular basis. I had him use condoms the first couple of times, then we started going bareback. His cock was the biggest one I’d ever felt – nine inches long and very thick – and the orgasms were powerful. He wasn’t an attentive lover at all, only focused on himself, but the contrast between my white body and his black body and the size of his cock resulted in him bringing me to climax easily and often.

  Months later, when I “accidentally” got pregnant, Jason was nervous but happy and excited. After the birth of our youngest son, I got my tubes tied. Things were a little rocky at first with Jason’s family, but he explained that it was all his idea, his fantasy, and I just went along with it. They now accept little Malik the same as the two white ones that they believe are Jason’s kids. Jason is a great father to our three kids and we have a beautiful, happy family!