MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance
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THE BLACK GYNECOLOGIST
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 Dr. Kolanti Williams. I’m a forty-six-year-old black man married to a beautiful black woman I met in college. We have five wonderful children. I’m a gynecologist and a respected member of the community.
Growing up I knew that I would need to marry a woman of my own race, but I’ve always been attracted to white women. It’s nothing against my own race, it’s just that white women look so much more feminine to me. The way they look, the way they act, the way they move. Everything about them just announces femininity. One of my biggest regrets is that I didn’t spend more time dating white women before I met my wife.
That’s one reason that I established my office in a wealthy suburb. Many of the most beautiful white women end up married to wealthy men and they move there for the great schools and to be around other successful people. And when they need a doctor to examine their lady parts, they come to me.
I have a secret. When I’m behind the curtain, I don’t just examine the patients. I fuck them.
In April, I had a very beautiful patient. She was twenty-three and her fiancé is in medical school. They’re getting married in June and she’s gone off the pill, already trying to conceive. She came in for a routine exam. She has a gorgeous face and long, wavy black hair. With her legs spread in the stirrups, I got the chance smell the scent of her young fertile pussy. It never fails to turn me on, and my cock began to harden, slithering inside my boxers. Personally, I’m not a fan of the fully shaved look and unlike so many women today, her public hair was neatly trimmed but voluminous and largely intact.
I told her that I needed to do an internal probe to examine her cervix. Knowing that she couldn’t see what I was doing behind the curtain, I walked over to the sink. I opened the drawer and pulled out a Magnum condom. I made small talk with her as I quietly ripped it open, removed my boxers and rolled the rubber over my stiff, straining member. I then coated my cock with lubricating jelly and told her that the probe should give me a preliminary indication as to whether her reproductive system was in good working order.
I walked up to her and aimed my cock right at her soft white vaginal opening. Her juices were warm and inviting as I slowly moved it around and in, nuzzling it into the entrance of her love nest.
“Here we go,” I said. I heard her hold her breath as I pushed forward, putting a good four inches inside of her. I heard her gasp and whimper a little. Her pussy was very warm and snug, gripping my cock like a vise.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. “Please go slowly. I’m not used to something so big in there.”
I pulled back a bit, then pressed deep. I’d ignored her plea and pushed in eight inches of my thick cock, with only a couple of inches outside of her. She whimpered again. I quietly held my breath as I slowly began to thrust in and out of her. I tried to maintain normal conversation as I thrust in and out of her, but the pleasure I was feeling was incredible. Her white legs were spread up in the air, generously offering her love to my dark black body. I could tell by her moaning that the patient was getting intense sexual pleasure from me. In less than five minutes of silent, gentle thrusting, I could hold back no longer. I felt the pressure welling up inside my balls, my sperm desperate to fire inside that young white womb. I hoped she didn’t feel my cock pulsating as my testicles launched volley after volley of sperm, blasting out of my barrel right toward her cervix, caught only at the very last millisecond by the condom’s reservoir.
I pulled out the “probe,” cleaned it off and threw away the condom and wrapper. I told her that her cervix appeared healthy and normal. She thanked me, got dressed and went on her way.
Like any doctor, my greatest pride is when my patients refer me to other people. The women who come to my office recommend me frequently to their friends. Quite a few have brought in their college-age daughters, so I perform my services on multiple generations. I’m pretty sure that my female patients know that I’m having sex with them, and quite a few like to schedule weekly “exams.” That’s fine with me. If their husbands can’t give them what they need, or as frequently as they need it, I’m happy to take care of their gynecological needs. I have the best job in the world!
GOING NATURAL
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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About six years ago, I began making changes to my life to “go back to nature,” to cut out the artificial and live organically. My friend Bella was the inspiration. She’d been living this way and suggested it to me. One of the changes she urged was to reject society’s view that a woman should only sleep with her husband. This is a form of slut-shaming and control, repressing women’s natural sexuality.
“Look, Faith,” Bella said. “Monogamy is just unnatural. You’re living a lie. There are so many other relationships you should be having.” She told me that her husband got off on her having sex with other lovers and he loved to have sex with her right after she’d been with another guy. I told her that I’d talk with my husband Isaac about it.
I sat down Isaac and told him calmly that I loved him but I felt it was unnatural to only have sex with him. We continued to discuss the situation over the next couple of weeks. He knew that I loved him and he agreed that I should do what comes naturally to me, rather than living a lie.
I already had a few guys in mind that I wanted to sleep with, and soon I was dating a guy named Andrew. He worked in sales for one of my company’s partners and I interacted with him at work a couple days a week. He’s a very sexy man, divorced from his wife for a couple of years (after she caught him cheating), and I’d always wondered what it would be like to date him. Many times he’d approached me but I’d always rebuffed his attempts. He was surprised when I accepted his latest request.
My first time with Andrew was at an industry event in Cincinnati. He asked to take me to dinner and I accepted. I dressed in a lacy black bra and panties, high heels, and a sexy evening gown that really showed off my hourglass figure and my ample breasts. I brushed my shoulder-length brown hair, added a few sprays of perfume, and met him at an exclusive restaurant. He asked what had gotten into me. “I’ve just decided that life is too short to deny yourself all relationships but one.”
After dinner, we went back to my hotel room. As we kissed, I took off his boxers and pulled out his large cock. Looking back, it was really only about seven inches long but it seemed huge at the time because it was much bigger than my husband’s penis. Although I hadn’t performed a blowjob since my marriage, I gave it my best and sucked on his manhood. I was out of practice but he really seemed to like it. Soon he had my clothes off (though he insisted I keep the heels on), a
nd I bent over the bed. When he penetrated me, it felt amazing to feel its size filling me, and he was hitting it just the right way for my g-spot. I was so excited and wet for him, and his cock felt so good inside of me that I climaxed in just a matter of minutes, moaning loudly like a whore. He lasted a lot longer than I did, and finally shot his semen inside of me. We had sex a few more times before the event ended and I flew back home.
When I got home to Isaac, he was very excited and wanted to make love to me immediately, just as Bella had predicted. As we lay there in bed, he said he was worried that I might be pregnant. I had already told Isaac that as part of living a natural lifestyle, I wasn’t going to use birth control with my lovers. I don’t like the idea of pumping my body with hormones and I’d stopped using the birth control pill not long after college. Ever since I’d met Isaac, we had used condoms for birth control until our son was born, at which time Isaac got a vasectomy. He said he was worried that I’d get pregnant and asked me if I would watch my cycle and only make love with other guys when I wasn’t fertile. I took his hand and told him that I felt the strongest desire when I was fertile and reiterated that I wanted to live honestly and naturally. I assured him, though, that whatever happened would be okay, and we would get through it together.
About a month later, I met a handsome young guy when I was shopping at the local co-op. Almost everybody who shops there is white but I saw this tall, handsome black man in dreadlocks looking at some of the prepaid foods. I walked up next to him and started a little conversation. I learned that his name was Murphy and he worked for a nearby public radio affiliate. There was definitely mutual attraction and it was clear that we shared the same political outlook. We exchanged numbers and agreed to meet at his house for drinks.
When I told Isaac that I’d met Murphy, he was very turned on but also scared. His penis was rock hard, oozing its juice, and I didn’t have to tug on him long before he blasted his come all over my hands. Although he wouldn’t say it, I think he was scared that I might get pregnant by him and have a black baby. I told him that there are blended families all around the world and we’re lucky enough to live in an accepting part of the country, so if that were to happen we’d be just fine.
It turned out that Murphy had a cute little brick studio overtop a little coffee shop. When I reached his place, we sipped on some white wine but the attraction was so strong that it quickly turned into sex. I’d been taught in college that the rumor that black men have larger penises is simply a way of oppressing black men, over-sexualizing them in culture as a form of oppression. So when I saw Murphy’s impressive ten inch cock, dark and thick with a purplish head, I was surprised. I had trouble taking much of it in my mouth and I started to gag. At least when it comes to oral sex, a smaller guy like my husband would be better.
We continued making out on his bed. Soon I was completely naked. He ate my pussy, which I loved, and then lined up his enormous cock at my soaking, swollen entrance. I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to take him but he slowly pushed his way in. It felt intense, a mixture of pleasure and pain, as my body stretched to accommodate his large equipment. I didn’t think I could take all of him but soon I felt his large testicles slapping against my ass cheeks. We continued kissing, making love as we fucked hard in the missionary position. Although I normally need to use my vibrator or play with my clit to climax, I found myself cumming powerfully and easily. We had sex in five different positions and I came in every one of them. By the end I could feel my clit pounding with my heartbeat, it had been so overused. Finally, he shot his load deep inside of me.
When I got home, Isaac was very excited. He wanted to have intercourse with me but I told him that my black lover had filled me with his semen and he needed to clean me out nice and good with his tongue if he didn’t want me to get pregnant. Isaac seemed a little reluctant at first, but soon he was eagerly lapping up my pussy juices and Murphy’s seed, sticking his tongue deep inside for every drop. Then he got on top of me and slipped inside of my gaping hole. I barely felt him as he took his pleasure and shot his juice.
Although I’ve had many lovers over the last six years, Murphy has been a mainstay. I call him the “maintenance man” because one of us will give the other a call or text for a booty call. He usually stops by my house late at night. Isaac moves into the guest room for the night and Murphy joins me in bed, and after sex we cuddle and talk. He’s the only black lover I’ve had but I don’t feel the need for any others.
Over the last six years, I’ve had three more children. Two of the three are black, so we know that Murphy is the biological father. I don’t know the father of the white baby, but it doesn’t really matter because I have a husband who is the father of all my children. I’m pregnant right now with what will be my fifth child and I don’t know who the father will be. My primary white lover right now is Jackson and he’s married. I’ve told him that he wouldn’t be responsible financially but he’s worried that his wife might find out about it. But even if the baby is white, it’s not necessarily his; there are two other men we know that I’m sleeping with and who might be the father.
Honestly, I’m thinking about getting my tubes tied after this birth. I think it’s natural for some women to be infertile and I can have sex whenever I want, with whomever I want, and not need to use an artificial barrier or chemicals to stop a pregnancy. Isaac and I love our babies but I don’t want to spend the rest of my life changing diapers. But I’ll miss having sex knowing that my lover may be impregnating me at that very moment. Having baby making sex with a man who isn’t your husband is the best!
HE SAID HE’S SNIPPED
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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For years, my husband Max had asked me if I would be interested in having sex with another man. Although I was kind of interested in the idea, I didn’t want to risk screwing up our marriage so I said that I wasn’t interested in anybody but him. Eventually, though, I found a guy I met in line at a store and I ran it by my husband.
“You’re serious, Erin?” he said excitedly as we lay in bed. “I think it’s great!”
I told him that the guy I had in mind, Saunders, was black and asked if that was okay.
“It’s fine with me,” Max said. “In fact it makes it even hotter to me. Of course, he’ll have to use condoms.”
“That won’t be necessary,” I said. “He was tested last month and he’s free of any STDs. And he’s snipped so we don’t need to worry about pregnancy.”
When we first got married I was on the birth control pill. But about a year later, I went off to start our family. After the second baby, we began using condoms just in case we decided to have another. But now we were both thirty years old and we’d been using condoms for nearly four years.
“Okay,” Max said. “I guess it’s okay then.” He got up on top of me, began playing with my tits through my pajama top, and we made love. Max never takes too long to ejaculate but his little four-and-a-half inch squirt gun went off in record time, filling the condom. “Boy,” I said, “you’re really turned on!”
I spoke with Saunders and set up our first rendezvous. We decided to do it at a motel on the highway, and he agreed to let Max come along and watch. It was supposed to be a threesome but Max spent almost the whole time standing there in his poorly-filled boxers, recording everything on his cell p
hone. Saunders has a gorgeous, muscular body and he spent a good five or ten minutes kissing and caressing me, which I adored. Then I gave him the best blowjob I could. His cock was only about seven inches long, not giant by any measure but it was the longest one I’d seen since I began dating Max exclusively nearly ten years ago. After that, he rolled me onto my back and slid up inside of me.
I smiled at Max as he recorded us. “Do you like this, honey? Do you like seeing this big black cock thrusting inside of me?” My body was rocking with the rhythm, my legs up in the air and bent at the knee. “Does it turn you on to see this black man fucking your wife’s little white pussy?”
Max didn’t say anything. He just kept recording with one hand stroking his little boyhood.
“Bring that penis over to me,” I instructed him. He didn’t move at first, but then I ordered him. He finally came over next to the bed and put his penis near my face. I was enjoying the feeling of my black lover’s cock pushing inside of me, stretching me, hitting the right places. I took my husband’s weiner in my hand and stroked it as I watched Saunders hunching, humping over me. Max was aiming his phone between my legs, recording the magnificent thrusting I was receiving. I moaned and groaned, partly from pleasure but also for the camera. “God, he feels so much better than you, baby. It feels so much better than your little penis. Your little penis does nothing for me. Yes, Saunders, that’s it. Fuck me hard, baby. Fuck me with a real cock.”
Saunders flipped me over and began fucking me from behind. I moved so that my face was at the end of the bed and I sucked on Max’s penis as he recorded everything. Soon Saunders grunted, announced he was coming, and pushed deep inside of me. I felt my husband’s weiner sprinkle inside of my mouth right as Saunders’ cock pulsed inside of me.
I rolled over onto my back and turned so that my legs were at the end of the bed. I spread my legs and there was a tiny stream of white cum oozing out. “That’s for you, Max,” I said, fingering my clit. “Go ahead and lick my pussy. Clean me with your tongue.”