MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  Then I saw a video that I couldn’t resist watching: it was Dekarl Wilson from the Jets fucking Hailey.

  “You’re a hot bitch,” he said, standing next to the bed wearing just a pair of workout shorts. They were in a well-lit hotel room, with light steaming in from the window through transparent curtains. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you for years.”

  She sauntered up to him, wearing a pant suit, and pushed her body against this young man about fifteen years her junior. “I love what you do on the field. But what I want to know is how good you are in bed.” She dropped a hand down and fondled his cock through his shorts. As they began kissing, I looked around to make sure nobody was watching, then I began to stroke my cock as I watched the scene unfold.

  “That’s it, baby,” Hailey said, laying naked on her stomach and getting fucked from behind. Her lover’s black muscular body was laying on top of her, his hips thrusting. “Your cock is so big and thick.”

  “Yeah,” Dekarl said, grunting. “I’m fucking that tight old presidential pussy. I’m fucking you, grandma. You like that, granny?”

  That made me laugh. Technically she was a grandmother but she was still in her thirties.

  “You betcha!” she said. “Granny likes that big, black cock. Pound that white pussy!”

  “Fuck, bitch!” Dekarl’s face was scrunched, grimacing, gripping her ass cheeks with both hands. “I’m gonna shoot my black cum inside that white pussy!”

  Right then I came, shooting ropes of semen half a foot into the air. “Oh, shit!” I didn’t have any towels to clean it up with but I reached into my bag and used some wipes to clean it up. Suddenly I came back to reality and realized I needed to get down to business. I thoroughly wiped the hard drive, using five different processes, then used software that covered the entire disc with other data and deleted it all three times.

  My cell phone rang.

  “Are you finished?” asked Hailey Palton.

  “Yes,” I said, walking out of the basement into the light of day. “Your secrets are now safe.”

  I smiled as I drove away, knowing that I’d copied all of her interracial fuck videos onto my flash drive.

  EVENING THE SCORE

  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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  Before I met my wife Trinity, I dated her friend Julie for a few months. I was head over heels for Julie at the time but there was always a problem with our relationship. In high school, she had dated a couple of other guys and they both had large cocks. One time in bed she admitted that my penis simply didn’t satisfy her the way her previous boyfriends did. I’m not a small guy, pretty average as far as I can tell, but I understood that sometimes people aren’t a good fit in the bedroom. When she broke up with me a couple months later, I asked out Trinity. I was afraid there might be a problem with dating my ex-girlfriend’s friend but they were both okay with it.

  Recently my wife learned that Julie had a new boyfriend. Tatum is a tall black man in his mid-twenties, just a couple years older than us. I asked some questions and learned that he works at Pep Boys downtown and he has three children from two prior relationships. Julie wanted us to meet him so she invited us out to dinner at Applebee’s and hoped that we would be friends.

  Over dinner conversation, I thought that Tatum seemed like a great guy. But I couldn’t help but notice that he was flirting with my wife. Trinity never dated a black guy because her parents wouldn’t allow it but she’d admitted to me that she thought they were sexy. After dinner, she admitted that she thought Tatum was very handsome and sexy, and that Julie was a lucky girl. She also mentioned to me that Julie told her that he sported an enormous cock. That night in bed, my wife seemed especially aroused and we had some great sex. I was wondering if she was fantasizing about fucking Tatum.

  The next day, Trinity got a phone call from Julie. Tatum didn’t know that I had dated her before and was angry about the situation. “It isn’t fair,” he said. “He got to sleep with both of you.” Of course, Trinity pointed out that I’d dated Julie years ago before we’d started dating. But Tatum was having none of it. “If he gets to sleep with both, I should get to, too.”

  That night in bed, we talked about it. I asked Trinity if she thought Tatum was being unreasonable.

  “Sort of,” she said, snuggling her naked body up against mine. “I mean, it was years ago. But I can understand why he wouldn’t want to hang out with a guy who slept with his girlfriend.”

  “I’d hate to think that my past with Julie would interfere with your friendship. Is there anything we can do about it?”

  “Not really,” Trinity replied. “I mean, the only way to make it fair, to even the score, would be if I were to sleep with Tatum.” When she said that, my penis began to move, stiffening.

  “Is that something that you’d like to do?”

  “I’m a happily married woman,” she said. “I wouldn’t do it unless you were okay with it.”

  “What about Julie?” I played with her breasts, twisting her nipples as bit as we spoke.

  “Tatum told her that he wants to sleep with me,” she said, looking into my eyes as she slowly stroked my shaft. “And Julie is okay with it. They aren’t in an exclusive relationship and she’s not the jealous type.”

  At that point, I realized that there was more going on than I’d believed. My penis was now hard as steel. I rolled her over onto her back and slipped my cock inside of her. She was sopping wet and the smell of her arousal was strong. Her breathing was heavy and she seemed to be enjoying it as I pistoned my penis inside of her before shooting my load inside of her. As we basked in the afterglow, we discussed how we were going to make it happen.

  On Thursday night, we invited Julie and Tatum over to our apartment for dinner. Tatum was dressed up for the occasion, with spicy cologne and a nice button-down shirt. At dinner, my wife sat next to Tatum and I sat next to Julie. As we sipped on wine, talking about work and the weather, I could tell that something was going on under the table. Later, I would learn from my wife that Tatum had his hands in her inner thigh and was fingering her over her panties beneath her skirt.

  After dinner was over, Trinity and Tatum kissed briefly, then walked hand in hand to our bedroom.

  “Trinity is going to be blown away,” Julie said, her eyes wide and grinning widely. “She has no idea what it’s like to feel a cock like that. It’s just amazing!”

  I laughed and told her that I hoped she had a good time. We sat down in the living room and I flipped through the cable channels but we couldn’t find anything that really caught my attention. Julie suggested that we go over to the bedroom and listen in. We tiptoed over to the door.

  “Oh God,” Trinity moaned loudly behind the door. “It feels so good inside of me!”

  “Yeah, you like that black cock, don’t you?” Tatum’s voice was deep, black and rugged.

  “I love it!” she said pleadingly.

  “Better than your husband’s little white dick?”

  “It’s so much better,” Trinity groaned. “Fuck me hard, baby. Fuck me with that black cock.”

  Julie turned to me. “You realize that it’s over for you two, don’t you? She’ll never be satisfied with a thin little five inch penis after feeling a thick nine inch cock.”

  I felt a pit in my stomach. Would my wife really be unsatisfied with our lover making just
because her lover is bigger?

  “Oh God!” Trinity squealed. “Oh God… Fuck, I’m cumming!”

  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Although Trinity had never orgasmed with me, she said that it didn’t really matter. She enjoyed the physical sensations and she loved just being with me. But now this black stud was giving her something that I never could.

  “Ahhhh!” Trinity wailed. “I’m cumming again.”

  Julie turned to me, crossing her arms with a satisfied look on her face. “It’s not just me, Devin. Any woman who’s had a real cock isn’t going to be satisfied with your tiny package. Trinity just didn’t know any better. Now she does.”

  After the noises stopped, there was mostly silence and a little laughter from the bedroom. When we heard the shower turn on, Julie and I walked back to the living room and waited for them to finish. Soon enough Tatum walked out of the bedroom fully clothed. Trinity walked out behind him wearing just panties and an untied silk robe.

  “That was amazing,” she said, holding him close to her as she kissed him. “You can fuck me any time.”

  “I’ll do that,” he said as he left the house with Julie.

  Happily, Julie was wrong. Trinity tells me that she still enjoys having sex with me and that my penis is satisfactory. Still, she has sex with Tatum two or three times a week, sometimes at our place and sometimes at his. She says the sex with him is mind blowing and she wouldn’t want to give it up.

  “But it’s not as important as the love we share,” she says, holding my hand as we cuddle in bed. “It’s not love at all with Tatum, it’s just sex.”

  Everybody feels better now that Tatum and I are in the same position, having had sex with both girls. He now allows me to watch, which I really enjoy. I feel excitement and happiness when I see Trinity groaning with pleasure and experiencing powerful orgasms. I don’t feel any jealousy, even when I see his black cock unloading his semen deep inside my wife. I just admire his raw physical and sexual abilities, and the way that he’s able to make women come so easily and often. Tatum is now talking about having a threesome with Julie and Trinity. I can’t wait!

  GOING BLACK AT CHAPEL HILL

  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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  “Studying will suck, Avery,” my friend Lauren said, as we walked through campus wearing our backpacks. We’d grown up in small town Florida together, in the same graduating class, and now we’d found out that we would be roommates in the dorms. “But we’re also going to have a ton of fun!” She turned to face me, her eyes wide and grinning. “There are so many cute guys here!”

  “Yeah,” I said. “There sure are.” Unfortunately, my high school boyfriend Devin and I agreed that we would remain exclusive throughout college, even though he was going to college in Florida and I was in North Carolina. Everybody said that long distance relationships don’t work but we agreed to try it. Devin is a really sweet guy after all and my parents love him, so I agreed to give it a try. But I was afraid that I would go through college missing out on all the opportunities to have fun and meet new guys. “Let’s grab a drink at Topo.”

  We sat on the deck at Top of the Hill, overlooking Franklin Street. “I want to check out the fraternities tonight,” Lauren said, sipping on a long island iced tea. “It’s going to be packed with girls tonight.”

  “I’m willing to check it out for a little while,” I said. “But you know I don’t drink.”

  “Not a problem,” she said. “They let in all the girls. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”

  That evening, we dressed to the nines in slinky dresses and high heels. Sure enough, there was a huge crowd of girls heading toward the fraternities around dusk. We went to the Kappas and there were two guys at the door who let us right in. It was hot and uncomfortable, just a sea of young female bodies pressing against one another. I lost Lauren at one point. I looked in a number of rooms on both floors but didn’t find her. Finally I decided to leave.

  “Hey, Avery!” Lauren yelled, running down the front steps in her bare feet, holding her red high-heel shoes. “Wait up!” She met me on the sidewalk. “That was so awesome. I gave my number to three guys.”

  “Are you interested in them?” I asked as we crossed the street, watching for traffic.

  “They’re cute. And one of them, yeah, he’s hot.” She shrugged. “Who knows. They can call me.”

  When classes started that week, I was surprised at the varying class sizes. My English class had less than fifty students while economics had nearly four hundred. That was more than the size of my graduating class at high school! But I learned to adjust. The professors were great and the students were very friendly.

  In my psychology class, there was a guy I would notice checking me out from across the room. The guy was tall with dark black skin and a muscular body. I learned from another student that his name was Ezell Mariss, a junior and the star wide receiver for the football team. He’d been recruited from Louisiana and had a full scholarship. Although he didn’t have the handsomest face, his body was unbelievable. People said he’d be a star player in the NFL some day and the girls at the school were after him. Supposedly he’d slept with hundreds of girls, which I thought was disgusting. Even so, I was flattered to have the attention of a sexy guy that all the girls wanted.

  One day after class, as I was walking across campus, Ezell walked up to me. He started talking with me about what the professor had said that day. As we talked about it, I found myself getting wet. Just smelling his scent and having him so close to me was very arousing. I loved the way he walked, his dark black skin, and his muscular body. He asked if we could study together and I agreed.

  Sitting downtown, we sat at the Mello Mushroom. Over pizza, I told him about my boyfriend, the only guy I’d ever dated. Ezell told me that he had three kids by two different women. I was a little surprised that he already had three kids at his age. My boyfriend Devin is careful to use condoms every time we make love, knowing that we’re not ready for that. But Ezell said that he wanted the children and that two of them were planned. The more we talked, I realized he was a good father and I was attracted to that.

  After studying, we walked back to campus. Ezell mentioned that he had a pet iguana in his dorm room and wanted to know if I’d ever seen one before. I told him that I’d like to see it. I followed him to his room. We walked inside and we set our backpacks down.

  “Where’s the iguana?” I asked.

  Ezell turned to me and took me in his arms, kissing me. I was totally surprised by this, yet very aroused. I know I shouldn’t have, but I kissed him back as I slipped off my backpack. I decided that it wouldn’t be cheating to just kiss this beautiful man. I ran my hands up and down his firm, muscular body. He felt so amazing compared to Devin’s soft arms and body. Ezell was breathing hard as he ran his hands over my body, caressing my ass. He unzipped zipped my shorts and pulled them down, and I shimmied out of them, wearing just my light pink cotton panties. He removed my shirt and I removed his, and he reached behind me and unhooked my bra.

  I felt so naughty, not only because I had a boyfriend but because Ezell was black. My friends and family wouldn’t understand, thinking that it’s wrong. A lot of the girls think that black guys are sexy but they won’t date them. I realized that it’s wrong to think that way and there’s nothing wrong wit
h what I was doing. I was a young woman making out with a sexy guy, and that was it.

  He turned us and led us over to the bed. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the shades were pulled down so nobody could see in. Ezell was wearing nothing but his boxers, laying next to me in the bed, kissing as he fingered my pussy lips through my panties. My hips were moving involuntarily, grinding against his thick black fingers, my juices flowing crazily as his tongue raced around, slithering inside of my mouth. My pussy ached for him. I realized that I was willing to do more than just make out with this beautiful man.

  I reached for his crotch and felt his large erection through the material. I was shocked and pulling his waistband down. His cock was enormous, at least twice as wide across and twice as long as Devin’s penis. I’m not saying that Devin’s big or anything, he certainly isn’t and he’s probably on the smaller side, but Ezell’s cock dwarfed my boyfriend’s little thing. He moved us into the 69 position, which I’d never done before, buy laying on our sides.

  It was so crazy. I took that thick black cock into my hands, not really knowing what to do, and began sucking it. It was upside down to me but I used the same technique I used on my boyfriend. Although the angle actually helped a little, he was so big in my mouth that I had trouble taking him without gagging. He kept moving his hips, too, pushing himself into my mouth, making it hard to suck him without gagging. But I tried my best. His tongue felt good on my pussy but I really couldn’t enjoy it, focusing on the blowjob.

  Ezell got up and moved up on top of me. He kneeled in between my spread legs, that huge black erection pointed toward my soaking womanhood. As he took his cock in his hand and lined it up with my pussy, I was tingling with excitement. For the first time in my life, I was about to feel a penis inside of me that wasn’t my boyfriend’s. And he was going to take me bareback. Although Devin and I always used condoms, I secretly went on the Pill a couple months before college. At some level, I think I knew that I’d either break up with Devin or that something like this could happen. Ezell took the head and slowly pushed it inside of me. It felt huge, almost ripping me.