MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  “Go slow,” I pleaded. He slowly moved it inside of me, a little at a time. I was gasping, taking large breaths as he pushed deeper inside of me. It still felt too large but I was slowly getting used to it. I didn’t think he could fit it all inside of me but I soon felt his big testicles resting against my ass cheeks. I was fully filled and while there was some discomfort, it also felt amazing.

  He leaned forward and kissed me and I loved it as his athletic ebony body moved on top of me. He slowly picked up the pace, thrusting faster inside of me. I was breathing heavily and moaning lightly the whole time, enjoying tremendously every movement of that huge cock. I know it sounds terrible but didn’t feel bad at all for cheating on Devin. In fact, I was glad that I’d had the chance to realize that what Devin had to offer sexually just wasn’t enough to satisfy me. I needed more, much more, than he could muster.

  Ezell pounded harder, faster, and I knew he was close to cumming. “Yes, baby,” I said, lifting my legs up around his, my arms embracing him close to me. “Give it to me.” We kissed wildly, Ezell thrusting madly, until he pushed in deeply. I could his cock pulsing and the wetness inside as he unloaded his sperm inside of me.

  As we cuddled afterward, I suddenly felt a little uneasy. “I think I should go,” I said. I got up out of bed and pulled up my panties, despite the semen oozing out of me and down my leg. Although I’d been taking the Pill every day, it did seem a little weird knowing that my boyfriend’s seed was never inside of me but now I had millions of Ezell’s sperm swimming inside of me, filling every crevice, searching for my egg. I thought that Ezell would at least ask for my number but he just shrugged as I dressed. I grabbed my backpack.

  “Bye,” I said, waving as I left his room.

  DARK STALLION AND WHITE MARE

  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 Brendan. A few months ago, my wife Caroline and I went on vacation at a tropical resort in Mexico. Over the years, our sex life had waned and we hoped that our vacation would help reinvigorate our love life. It did, but not in the way that I had imagined.

  Noticing that things had gotten bad, I tried introducing some edible paint, sex toys and porn into the bedroom. Caroline didn’t seem very interested, though. Another time, in bed, I tried to get her to open up about her fantasies. “I don’t really have any fantasies,” she said. “I just want our sex life to be better.” But she asked me what my fantasies are. Although I was nervous about it, I told her that I fantasized about seeing her have sex with another man. She was pretty well shocked at hearing that. She admitted that she does have a fantasy – she wants to be with a “real man.”

  Normally Caroline uses her toy after we have sex, but she just pulled it out while we were talking. She said that I never make her orgasm and she thinks the problem is that I’m just not big enough. Caroline said she needs to be handled by a real man with a real cock, and she wants me to watch while it happens. While she buzzed her way to orgasm, I jerked off in the corner listening to her. We both came hard that night.

  For the next few weeks, we would have sex by having me jerk off in the corner while she used her vibrator and told me about how she needed to get fucked by a real man and how I didn’t satisfy her. For some reason, this turned both of us on but we were not even having sex at all, just masturbating. We were approaching our trip to the resort and I was wondering if we could figure out how to get things working again.

  When we arrived at the resort, Caroline spent a lot of time at the pool. She loves the sun and although she isn’t large on top, she has a great hourglass figure. While I was in the Jacuzzi, she got up to get a drink from the bar. I watched her walk over and sit down on stool next to a muscular black guy wearing Bermuda shorts. I couldn’t see the guy’s face but he had broad shoulders and shiny black skin. Although their backs were to me, I could tell they were talking. They were talking for what seemed like forever before she finally got her drink. She walked over with a smile on her face, holding a mojito, and said, “I have a surprise for you!”

  “What’s that?”

  “You’ll find out later,” she said, turning and laying back down on her chair.

  After the pool, we had a fun time walking on the beach and hanging out. The resort had a fun little musical show that we both enjoyed, and Caroline had a couple more drinks. About eight-thirty, Caroline looked at her phone briefly and said that she really wanted to go back to our room to “fool around.” I certainly wasn’t going to say no to that, so we went back to our room. We took a brief shower together, where we soaped each other up playfully, then got out and got in bed.

  I was in the middle of foreplay when there was a knock on our door. “That’s him,” she said. I was shocked. I heard somebody trying the door but it was locked. “Honey, go let him in,” she said.

  “What? We’re naked.”

  She pulled the sheet over her. “Get a towel and answer the door.” Wrapping a towel around me, I went to the door and opened it. Standing there was the black man in the Bermuda shorts that Caroline had spoken with at the poolside bar, but he was now wearing a white t-shirt as well.

  “I’m Marcel,” he said. “I’m looking for Caroline.”

  “I’ve been waiting for you,” my wife called from the bed. Marcel walked right past me and stood next to the bed. She threw off the sheet, showing her naked body to him.

  “Damn,” he said, taking off his shirt and removing his shorts. “You’re sexy little body is all ready to go.”

  When I saw his cock, I was shocked. The thing went more than half the way to his knees. It was soft and it was longer and wider than mine is erect! He walked over next to the bed so that his cock was near my wife’s face.

  “This is what I need,” Caroline said to me, taking his cock in her hands. She began to suck on it and it began growing, thickening, slithering in her hands. “This is a real man with a real man’s cock.” Her mouth bobbed up and down, taking in only the head and a little of the shaft. She’d stop every little while to lick his shaft and balls before returning to sucking. Soon he was almost fully erect.

  Marcel slowly moved onto the bed, on top of my wife, with them kissing the entire way. Her body was squirming up against him, his big cock laying on top of her crotch as he fondled her breasts, tweaking her nipples.

  “I need to feel it,” my wife pleaded. “I need that big cock inside of me.”

  Marcel aimed his cock at her entrance and pushed himself halfway inside. He was already deeper than I’d ever been. “God, I’m so wet for you,” my wife cooed. He pushed again and now was balls deep inside of my wife. He had to be nine inches long and he began thrusting hard. Caroline was in ecstasy as she received his thrusts.

  “Yes, baby, yes! I needed this!” She looked over at me, breathing heavily, her hands behind her head. “This is what a real man looks like.”

  He fucked her good and hard for a few minutes, my wife groaning and grunting in pleasure with each thrust, then fucked her doggy style. I was stroking my little penis in the corner, watching intently at the beautiful scene in front of me.

  “Lick my clit,” she said. “Tell my husband to lick my clit.”

  Marcel stopped thrusting and looked at me. “You heard the lady. Lick her clit.”

  I didn’t know what to do. They were fucking doggy style so her clit wasn’t really availa
ble to me. “How do I do that?”

  “I know you’re not good at it. Just do your little boy best. Lay down with your head up and lick my clit.”

  It was awkward but I lay down on the mattress, my head just under her crotch. Caroline spread her knees out, lowering herself so that I could crane my neck and reach it. As I licked her, I could see Marcel’s huge black cock pushing in and out. His mighty black testicles were swinging, sometimes slapping my cheek. He pounded her harder and harder. She was bouncing forward as she received each thrust, making it difficult to keep my tongue on her love button, but I did my best.

  Caroline moaned loudly as her black lover pounded hard and fast. “This is perfect,” she said. “This is real sex. It’s so fucking good.”

  “I’m gonna cum!” Marcel said. I was tonguing her clit when suddenly I felt warm, slimy something covering my tongue and mouth. I saw Marcel, his cock in his hand, aimed right at my mouth as I received his generous load. “That’s right, white boy. You take my cum in your mouth. Now swallow it. Every drop.”

  I was stunned but I swallowed his load. A little dribbled down my cheek and I caught it with a finger, then swallowed it, too. It wasn’t bad tasting, though it seemed to stick a bit to my teeth. Afterward, we all lay together on the bed. Caroline was giggling. She admitted that they’d planned all along for Marcel to cum in my mouth.

  Over the rest of the vacation, we spent a lot of time in bed with Marcel. Caroline had me suck his cock as a way of controlling me, but honestly I really did enjoy it. I’d always wondered what it would be like to suck a cock. I also learned to enjoy taking a man’s load in my mouth.

  Since we returned from vacation, Caroline has taken on a boyfriend. The guy is white but he has a cock almost as long and thick as Marcel’s. He won’t even let me watch, let alone let me join in, but she says that she wants to have a number of boyfriends at once. That way, if one guy is unavailable, she can have another one service her. We’re both excited about having the chance to have a threesome with one of her boyfriends. In the meantime, I love jerking off in the corner when she returns home from a date as she tells me how he fucked her silly. I’m a lucky man!

  MIX-UP AT THE LAB

  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 Nicole. My husband Robert and I are in our late twenties and we’re the happy parents of three lovely children.

  Robert and I had been trying to conceive for years with no luck. Eventually we decided to go to go to a fertility specialist to see if there was something wrong. Sure enough, we learned that Robert’s sperm weren’t up to the task. He had a low sperm count but in addition, his sperm moved slowly and were just generally of lower quality than a man should have. Following our doctor’s instructions, Robert deposited his sperm at the facility in late summer and we planned on using in vitro fertilization that fall.

  Due to my work schedule, I simply wasn’t able to get into the fertility clinic for insemination. But in October, we got a call from our doctor who asked us to come in to speak with us. He said it was urgent. We met with him at the clinic and he told us what had happened. Unfortunately, there had been a mistake in the handling of Robert’s sperm and it was accidentally used to impregnate the wife of another client and she was now two months pregnant.

  This was quite a surprise to us both. I asked if we could meet the other couple but the doctor said that he couldn’t provide that information due to confidentiality concerns. But Robert and I agreed to allow the doctor to identify us to the other couple so that we could discuss the situation. I wasn’t really happy about the idea of Robert having another child with another woman but there wasn’t anything I could do about it.

  That night, I got a call on our home phone from the husband of the pregnant woman. His name was Reshard and he was a professional male model. His wife, Anna Marie, was also a model. As his wife was white, he knew that his baby wouldn’t be entirely black but he wanted the baby to be his genetic offspring. It was clear to me that he was pretty angry about the situation (rightfully so) and he was talking about suing the clinic. He suggested that maybe Robert was behind the whole thing. I assured him that it wasn’t the case but Reshard said that the situation wasn’t right and we needed to make it right with him.

  “What do you expect us to do?” I asked.

  “Since your husband’s sperm was used on my wife, I want my sperm used on you.”

  I was totally shocked that he would suggest such a thing. Robert, who was sitting on the couch and looking at me, made a facial expression like he wanted to know what was being said.

  “You want the clinic to fertilize my egg with your sperm?” I asked aloud, largely for Robert’s benefit. “So your wife would have Robert’s baby and I would have yours?”

  “It’s only fair. Anna Marie doesn’t really want kids. She’s getting her tubes tied as soon as the pregnancy is over, so now I’m out of luck. If your husband ever wants to see his baby, he’d better be willing to make it right with me.”

  After I got off the phone, I talked about it with Robert. I was a little surprised but he seemed to think Reshard’s suggestion made sense. “If we did that, each of the four of us would have one biological kid and would live with the mother. And the fathers could visit.”

  The more I thought about it, the more sense that it made to me. I looked up Reshard and Anne Marie online and they were both very attractive people. There were some videos of Reshard and I realized that I thought he was very handsome and very sexy. I realized that it wouldn’t be a bad idea to have a child with this beautiful male specimen. Robert isn’t a bad looking guy but he really comes up short when compared with a guy like Reshard. I told Robert that if he wanted to do it, I was willing to go along with it.

  Reshard was happy when I told him that we were on board. He explained that money with tight with them at the moment so we would need to pay for the artificial insemination. When I explained that we weren’t going to pay for it by ourselves, Robert suggested that we just go ahead and do it the natural way. I told Reshard that my husband had suggested that and he laughed. “Just a second,” he said, and the sound on the phone became muffled. Soon he came back and said, “That works me me. Anne Marie is okay with that.”

  Over the next couple of months, I met with Reshard for sex four or five times a week, usually at our house but sometimes at a nearby motel. I hate to admit it, but honestly it was the best sex that I’ve ever had in my life. Robert’s penis is six inches long but it’s pretty thin. Reshard’s cock is only a couple of inches longer but it’s so much thicker, and it really felt good slipping in and out of my vagina. Just making love with such a good looking man, and seeing the contrast between my white body and his ebony skin, got me so turned on. I have to fake orgasms with my husband but with Reshard the orgasms came quickly and easily. And it was just so exciting having sex with a virile, sexy man knowing that you are trying to make a baby.

  Although I knew that Robert couldn’t get me pregnant, I didn’t have any sex with him during those two months. I can’t explain it but it just didn’t feel right to me. When I found out that I was pregnant, I was overjoyed. And it was even more amazing when we were at the doctor’s office looking at the ultrasound and learned that we were expecting triplets – twin boys and a girl! Reshard was simply proud as peaches. In order to prevent peeclampsia, I knew
I needed to take the biological father’s sperm inside of me frequently, so I continued making love to Reshard until I delivered.

  As you might have expected, after seven months of pregnancy, I gave birth to three beautiful black babies. The doctor tied my tubes after the birth, and a few days later I was released from the hospital to go home. A week later, Robert and Reshard were at the hospital when Anna Marie gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. To everyone’s surprise, though, the baby was also black. Apparently, even with Robert’s sperm being given a huge head start through the artificial insemination, and despite Anna Marie’s tilted uterus and other obstacles, Robert’s weak little swimmers were simply outgunned and outclassed by Reshard’s potent, virile sperm.

  On the bright side, Robert doesn’t need to worry about spending time visiting Anna Marie’s baby. That had been our plan but now that we knew the baby was Reshard’s, we agreed to just let them raise their baby. In exchange, they agree to not get “involved” and let us raise our three babies in peace. Robert is a great father, changing diapers and doting over our three little bundles of joy.

  I still think about sneaking out and meeting up with Reshard. After giving birth, my sex drive has pretty much dried up for my husband but I still desire the sex I shared with my black lover. Now that my tubes are tied, there’s no need to worry about pregnancy and I’ve already had sex with him before, so Robert has no reason to be opposed to it. I’m not sure if I will ask my husband for permission or just sneak around, but one way or the other it’s only a matter of time before I experience what I felt with Reshard again.