MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

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 I first met Jenna, I thought that I’d hit the goldmine. Not only was she pretty, smart and fun, but she had a strong libido. We were having sex nearly every day, sometimes more than once. When I married her, I thought that it would continue. Unfortunately, as the years went by, she seemed to be losing interest.

  I went to a nearby adult novelty store to try and spice things up. I purchased a penis extension that added two inches as well as girth to my penis. I’m a normal sized guy, five inches long, but I thought it would be fun to see how Jenna reacted to feeling the larger cock.

  The next time we had sex, I told her that I had a surprise for her. I tiptoed to the bathroom, put the extension onto my fully erect penis, and I walked back to the bed.

  “Aaron!” she said with a laugh. “What is that?”

  “You’ll see.”

  I lubed up the outside of the penis extension with lube and began slipping it inside of her cunt. The moment it went it, her eyes popped open. “Oh my!” She put her arms around my shoulders. “Oh God, that feels good!” I couldn’t feel anything with my cock covered in thick rubber, but I fucked her good for fifteen minutes before removing it. Then she had me lay down and gave me a handjob to climax.

  As we lay in bed after sex, snuggling under the covers, Jenna told me how much she’d enjoyed it. “I really need sex with a cock at least that large,” she admitted. “Your penis is nice, too, but a large cock feels so much better. Thank you for getting that toy. I think we’ll be using it a lot!”

  Over the next few weeks, we had sex frequently again. It was almost like the old days. Her libido was back. I asked her if I should get an even larger one. “You don’t have to,” she said. “The size is good enough. The only thing is that it feels rubbery. I like to feel your real skin inside of me.”

  When she said that, I realized that our little marital aid only got us half way to where we needed to be. She needed to feel a real, large cock inside of her. I asked her if she wanted to try having sex with another guy for real, somebody with a large cock. “I think it would be fun, if you were okay with it.”

  As it happened, I knew a good-looking guy who I thought might be a good prospect. I’d met him at a work event when he was dating a hot young receptionist in our office. She’d told one of her co-workers that Zion was great in bed and had a large cock that made her “come so hard.” They broke up when she learned that he was cheating on her. Although I’d never talked with Jenna about black guys, I thought she might be into it.

  I had Zion’s business card and I gave him a call. We met at a bar and talked about it over drinks. I showed him some pictures of Jenna and asked if he might be interested in having sex with her. He seemed a little skeptical at first but when I assured him that I was okay with him having sex with my wife, he came around to the idea. We set a date and time for him to stop by our house.

  Jenna had no idea what was happening when Zion knocked on the door. I’d told her that we were going to have a romantic night together. She’d just had two glasses of wine on a fairly empty stomach, so she was pretty buzzed. When I opened the door and Zion walked in, she was surprised.

  “Honey, this is Zion,” I said. “He’s going to join us tonight.”

  Jenna quickly cut up some cheese and set out some crackers and I poured him a glass of wine. Over conversation, it was clear that there was a mutual attraction between them. I suggested that we go to the bedroom. “That’s a great idea,” Jenna said.

  When we reached our bedroom, I was standing behind my wife. I took her hands in mine and began kissing her neck. Zion stepped up, put his arms around her and began kissing her. She couldn’t resist with her hands held, but I doubt she wanted to. He soon slipped off her blouse, revealing her sexy black bra, while I removed her skirt.

  “I want to suck your cock,” Jenna said, slipping her hands out of mine. I was shocked by her language as she seldom talks dirty in bed with me. She was ravenous, pulling down his zipper and removing his jeans and underwear. Out popped a semi-erect black cock, and Jenna gasped. It had to be at least nine inches and it wasn’t even fully erect. “Oh my God,” she said, taking his manhood in her hands. “It’s amazing.”

  Jenna looked back at me. I wasn’t sure if she was looking for agreement or approval to suck him off. “That thing is huge,” I said. “I want to see you suck his dick.”

  My wife got on her knees and began servicing him, alternating between pumping his shaft and sucking his head. Jenna is an amazing cocksucker and I knew that her tongue was moving around in her mouth as she sucked his tool. Zion slowly moaned, his hands on his hips and leaning back. I admired his amazing black body, from his biceps to his well-defined abs. There was no fat on his body. I don’t know if they’re born that way or not, but I’d have to work at the gym forever to look like that.

  When Zion was fully erect, she smiled and looked up at him, still pumping the shaft with her hands. His cock hadn’t gotten any longer but it was so long and thick that I doubted Jenna could take all of it. “Did you like that? I love your cock. I want to feel it inside of me.” She stood up and I pulled her panties down while Zion reached around and unhooked her bra.

  I quickly undressed while Jenna lay down on the bed. My penis was fully engorged, and I stood next to the bed near her face. But she was totally focused on Zion. He slowly got on top of her, lined up his big black member with her tight, white pussy. For a moment he just stayed there holding his cock, barely moving it, the cockhead marinating in her pussy juices. “Don’t tease me,” she said. “I can’t take it. I need to feel you inside of me.”

  Zion slowly pushed the head inside of her, then a bit more, slowly inching his way inside. “Oh God,” Jenna moaned, breathing heavily. He leaned forward and began kissing her, my wife’s cries of pleasure muffled by their kiss. He began thrusting in and out, slowly picking up speed. I could see that he was pushing fully inside of her, balls deep at the forward thrust, and almost completely withdrawing when pulling back. I heard Jenna’s moan change tone, her back arching off the bed, and I knew that she was orgasming. He stopped kissing her, lifted himself up on his hands, and continued fucking her. “I’m cumming!” she announced, her body again receiving his pleasure. She seemed almost in pain, her face contorted, out of breath.

  It was then that she noticed me standing there. “It feel so good,” she said, reaching over a hand to take my shaft. I thought she was going to blow me but she just held my penis while staring into the eyes of her black lover. Then she released me and wrapped her arms and legs around Zion, and they began kissing wildly.

  The two of them fucked in doggy style and my wife came yet again. But when she was riding him on top, scrunching her groin against his, riding up and down on his cock, that’s when Zion reached his limit. “I’m gonna come. Gonna come!” Jenna pumped her hips faster, as if trying to milk his black cock of its seed. “Aargh!” he screamed, holding my wife’s ass as he unloaded his sperm deep inside of my wife. She leaned down and the two of them kissed wildly, then she rolled off of him and they lay together side by side.

  “Sorry, honey,” she said, holding Zion’s hand. “I didn’t mean to neglect you.”

  “No, it was great,” I said. “But I’d like to take a turn.”

  “How about later?” she said, her hand pumping her black lover’s semi-erect,
come covered cock. “If it’s okay with you, I’d like to spend some time alone with Zion.”

  I put back on my clothes and went to the living room. I could hear their moans through the wall. Eventually it was late and I decided to sleep in the guest room. Zion stayed the night, which surprised me, and twice I was woken up by the sounds of my wife moaning in pleasure in the other room. In the morning I heard the two of them fucking in the shower. Finally, sexually exhausted, Jenna walked him to the door wearing just a robe.

  Zion only stayed the night that one night. Since then, he stops by our house about three times a week. They have sex in our bed and then he leaves. I’m now making love to my bride about three times a week as well, instead of once every week or ten days as we had been. At first Jenna was reluctant to have sloppy seconds with me, but I was persistent and she allowed me to do it. Now she tells me that she enjoys making love to us back-to-back. I’m so happy that my wife got her libido back, and I have a thick, rubbery penis extension to thank for it – and, of course, her black lover Zion!

  REPARATIONS FOR SLAVERY

  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 Jake. I’ve been married to my wife Emily for ten years and we have six beautiful children, with a seventh child on the way. Although my childrens’ skin isn’t as fair as mine and Emily’s, I consider them to be my children and I couldn’t love them any more if they had come from my own loins.

  I’d always known that our life would be unconventional because Emily is unconventional. When I met her in college, she considered herself a feminist and was also concerned with African American studies and issues. When she informed me that she was a sexually liberated woman and that she didn’t feel it was right for a woman to have to be sexually exclusive to a man, but if I wanted to date her I would need to be exclusive to her, I didn’t disagree. I shared her understanding of female empowerment. And frankly, I thought the idea of her having sex with other guys was a turn on. She liked to date the school athletes, the guys who were strong and powerful, not at all like me. She literally slept with every guy on the basketball team. And most of the guys she dated were black.

  Later on, when we began to talk about marriage, I realized just how radical she was.

  “The white race has oppressed African Americans for centuries, especially African American men,” she said. “Our government refuses to do the right thing and pay them reparations for slavery. But we don’t need to wait for the government to act in order to right the wrong.”

  That’s when she explained her plan. She would get pregnant by black men and I would raise their children as my own. “White women, by giving them sexual and reproductive access, can help make up for the oppression of the past.” Although I thought her idea seemed somewhat strange, I learned there are other progressive women who are doing precisely that. After college, we moved into a small town in Massachusetts where the women practice this form of redistribution. Emily was able to get a job as a social worker for the Commonwealth and I started working at a mutual fund.

  Not long after we were married, Emily began dating Emmar, a tall, athletic black guy she met through her work. The State was considering taking away his children from one of his baby mamas because of his violent tendencies and criminal behavior.

  Emily explained to me that she thought the guy was handsome and sexy. “He’s never been given a chance to have a chance,” Emily said. She began dating him while helping to guide him through the system so that he could stop the Commonwealth from taking his kids. In the meantime, she was having him to come over to our apartment four nights a week for sex. I never got to see them making love, but seeing him running his dark black hands over her milky-white skin while they kissed never failed to get me hard. I would masturbate to the sounds of them fucking while I listened from outside the bedroom door. Judging by the sounds she was making during their fucking, Emmar was able to bring Emily to orgasm easily and often, far better than I was ever able to. She didn’t neglect me, though, as we made love every week or so.

  Soon Emily decided that it was time to start a family. She went off the pill and put me in condoms. She was also charting her cycle, and just to be safe she only allowed Emmar to fuck her during her fertile times. It only took two months before she was pregnant with our first son.

  After the birth, Emily kept me in condoms while she looked for a new baby daddy. One time we were walking downtown and we were standing next to a tall, muscular black guy. Emily started talking with him and it seemed clear that the attraction was mutual. I suspect that seeing her wearing a wedding band next to her husband, who had a brown skinned baby with nappy hair against his chest in a baby carrier, encouraged him to ask her out. The guy’s name was Cavonte and they soon began a torrid sexual affair. A few months later, she learned that she was pregnant with our second son.

  Although I was still fairly young, I’d had two children and I was able to find a doctor who would perform a vasectomy on me. It wasn’t too uncomfortable, with the help of a bag of frozen peas, and soon I was able to start having bareback sex with Emily again, which was wonderful. I really enjoyed feeling the slick feeling of her black lovers’ cum in her pussy lubricating our lovemaking. It wasn’t long before Emily met Patrion, another tall, sexy black man who soon fathered our first daughter.

  After those first three pregnancies, Emily started taking multiple black lovers at a time. On a typical week, she will go on a date with four different black men, and sex is almost always part of the equation. We never know for sure anymore which of her lovers is the biological father, but that’s fine with us because we know that Emily is the mother and I’m their dad. The other progressive couples in our community think that what we’re doing is wonderful, and they’re proud of us for helping the black community. We’re raising the next generation of strong, intelligent African Americans with enlightened, progressive values. If only more white women would open themselves up to this possibility, the world would be a better place.

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  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 was afraid that this would happen,” Hailey Palton said. The thirty-seven year old former governor of New Jersey took off the red-rimmed glasses that had become her trademark, set them down on the table, and looked me right in the eye. “I need you to wipe the hard drive clean. I can’t allow those videos to reach the public.”

  “You have nothing to worry about,” I said. “By the end of the week, every trace will be removed.”

  The stakes couldn’t be higher. Palton, the governor of New Jersey, was considered the frontrunner for the Republican nomination for president. Although New Jersey required all official business
to be conducted using secure government email, Palton had decided to use her own private email system.

  When it hit the newspapers, people had speculated that she’d done it to keep her method of running the government secret. But I knew the truth – she was trying to cover up her affairs with sexy, well-hung black men.

  Over her years as governor, she had sex with dozens of black men in her hotel rooms. The former beauty contestant was still very pretty in her late thirties, and she was able to attract famous athletes, including Dekarl Wilson, the star wide receiver for the Jets who is frequently seen on a popular reality show. Although publicly she was monogamous with her husband Ralph Palton, a former U.S. Senator from Missouri, it was whispered about in the scandal rags that Governor Palton had an insatiable sex drive and enjoyed a steady stream of black lovers. There was even a suggestion on an online site that Palton had gotten pregnant by one of her black lovers and got an abortion. But these rumors had never been proven, and if they ever reached the media her nascent presidential bid would be over.

  I would never allow that to happen.

  The guard opened the gate and waved me through the entrance to the lavish Palton compound. I shook my head. “Unbelievable.” Although the Paltons claimed to be average people, the truth is the political pair had unethically used their positions to enrich themselves. They’d gone as far as setting up The Palton Fund, a political superfund that was supposed to be used for helping the poor but was actually nothing but a huge slush fund to allow corporations and foreign countries to influence policy by enriching the Paltons and their friends and family.

  I drove over to the small 5,000 square foot building, called the “slave quarters” by the compound’s staff, an parked my car. I grabbed my bag, put the code into the basement lock, and walked down into the basement.

  When I sat down at the server and began to look through the files, I was shocked at what I saw. There had to be nearly two hundred videos of Governor Palton having sex with black men in hotel rooms. Her lovers were all strong, athletic, dark-skinned men with large cocks. I went through video after video, marveling at how she was able to take those large cocks in her mouth. She was such a slut for black cock! To save her campaign, I needed to ensure that none of these videos ever reached the internet. I started the removal process.