MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance
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“I’ll hold the phone,” Saunders said. Max handed the phone to him and got between my legs, lapping up my sticky love nest and putting me through two orgasms in the meantime. As great as it felt to get fucked by Saunders’ cock, he hadn’t made me come. Between the two men, though, I had it all. Max ripped open a condom wrapper, put on a rubber, and slipped inside of me. He only lasted a few minutes before shooting off again.
I had a lot of great sex with Saunders, both alone and with Max present, over the next two months. Then I started feeling strange and found out that I was pregnant. When I confronted him, Saunders admitted that he wasn’t snipped and he lied just to be able to have bare sex with me. I broke up with him and haven’t heard from him since. I was already four-and-a-half months along when I found out so I knew it was too late for an abortion.
My due date is next month. Luckily, Max is excited and not angry. Obviously we’re going to have to explain to our friends and family that I was having sex with another guy. We’re going to tell people that I did it with Max’s knowledge and permission, but I’m still very embarrassed about it. Max says it’s a blessing because now I can have other partners out in the open. He even says that he’d be okay with me having more babies, including black ones. After all, we already have one so what would be the harm in another. I’m not sure I want any more kids but he does have a point.
LEVELING THE FIELD
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’ve been in the hotwife lifestyle for nearly eight years. When I told my husband Riley that I wanted to have other lovers, he agreed that I could have them but wanted me to share all the details of my encounters with him, and perhaps even let him watch. As we established our ground rules, we talked about the possibility that I might get pregnant by a lover. The idea of this happening was a turn on for both of us, and we agreed that if it happened that I would keep the baby and that Riley would raise the child as his own.
Over the years, I ended up getting pregnant twice. Both times I discussed going off the pill with Riley and he was supportive of having each child. Each time I had unprotected sex with Riley and my lovers. We’re pretty sure that our oldest daughter is Riley’s but our youngest daughter is the spitting image of one of my lovers.
Recently I started dating Leonell, a handsome black man who loves his wife and his five children. In making love with Leonell, I began to feel the desire to have this man’s baby. When Leonell asked me if I would go off the pill, I told him that I liked the idea but I’d have to speak with my husband first.
“I don’t know, Amanda,” Riley said. “If you have a black baby, everybody will know that it’s not mine.”
“There are lots of blended families these days,” I replied. “People adopt children and have kids from prior relationships. Anybody who has a problem with it is a racist.”
Riley and I had some serious discussions about it and finally agreed that this was something we should do. One thing that Leonell pointed out, though, is that I make love with my husband usually three times a week but due to his work and family commitments, I’m only able to see Leonell about once every week or two. That gives my husband an unfair advantage in trying to impregnate me. I agreed and discussed the situation with Riley. Considering the large advantage Riley had in the number of encounters, we agreed that the only fair thing to do would be to put Riley in condoms to level the playing field.
It was a little difficult at first. Riley didn’t like having to wear rubbers and complained that he couldn’t feel anything. Frankly, I’d gotten him Lifestyles Extra Strength with Spermicide so they probably didn’t feel as good as some of the thinner and more sensitive brands so he probably had a point. But I didn’t mind that it took him longer to ejaculate, often twenty or thirty minutes of intercourse. We also brought some water-based personal lubricant from the drug store and as long as he kept us well-lubricated, it was fun to have sex for a longer time and in different positions.
For his part, Leonell made more time for me. He made excuses to get away from his family and even took some time off of work. In addition, whenever he could sneak out of his apartment at night, he would drive over to our house and slip into bed with me for a quickie. Sometimes Riley would wake up in bed to the sounds of me having sex with Leonell, moaning about how great his thick cock felt inside of me. When that would happen, Riley would kiss me and excuse himself to the guest room. All in all, I was having sex with Leonell about three times a week.
It only took two months for the pregnancy test to come back positive. I’m now seven months along with our first baby boy, and Riley and I are very excited about the upcoming birth. Leonell is very proud and excited as well, and he says he’s confident that the baby will be his. Frankly, given that none of the condoms had broken or slipped off, I think he’s probably right. In a couple of months we’ll know for sure. In any case, Riley will be raising the baby and I’m getting my tubes tied at the hospital, so our beautiful family will be complete.
RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY HUSBAND
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 Kate and I’m a hotwife. When I was in my early thirties, my husband Chase and I didn’t have any kids even though we’d been married for eight years. I went on the pill several years before that when it seemed that my husband was not going to give me kids and I started taking lovers.
I took my first lover after about four years of marriage. Hubby was into friendship and companionship rather than an all around relationship so I started to cuckold him. After about a year I came home one night and told him all about it. Chase was upset at first but I described what I did to my lover and my lover did to me. He got all upset and jealous and humiliated, but also excited. Finally he masturbated. Since then I’ve told him all about my dates. He met one of them and they got on famously. That kind of upset me for some reason, I don’t know why.
About that time, Chase started talking about me coming off the pill. I had three guys who I saw regularly, one black and all with respectable sized equipment. I really wanted to have a baby but when I started talking seriously to hubby he started to get cold feet. I think he was scared that it would be the black guy who would get me pregnant. (That wasn’t a fear of mine. For me, black impregnation had a sense of excitement!)
Chase knew about my lovers and he met one of them. He never watched me with another man but I tell him about it afterward. I’d always felt that the idea of having another man’s baby growing inside of me would be amazing. I don’t know if that’s being mean to hubby or not, but that’s how I feel. I’ve fantasized about having a baby by each lover as a sort of reminder, including the black one. And I definitely hate condoms! I love the
feel of semen spurting into me with those grunts that most men make when they’re cumming.
I’d had to learn that being mean to hubby would be to NOT give him the cuckold experience. He got so hot and stiff when I told him about my dates, especially with the black guy. I could see his little cock just come alive.
So one day I threw away my birth control pills. The next night, I had some pillow talk with hubby and played a fantasy, pretending that I’m pregnant and had him imagine watching my lover impregnate me with such great sex that I become totally abandoned in his arms. Chase got really excited by that. He became so excited that he literally leaked semen out of his little dick. And then he masturbated. I suggested to him that he could have even stronger reactions if it happened for real! He was still doubtful, though, even when I sucked him off. I figured it wouldn’t take too long to convince him, though, as I couldn’t remember the last time he was able to ejaculate twice in a row like that. (BTW, that was a very special treat for hubby. I don’t let him inside of me anymore, only my lovers. I usually just masturbate him by hand if he’s been an especially good husband. If he’s been really, really exceptional I give him an oral treat. I think he lives for those, the big lug!)
I realized around that time that I didn’t want hubby getting his satisfaction from our little nightly chats. I wanted his satisfaction coming from watching a lover plant his seed in me, watching the moment of fertilization. I was chatting with another hotwife online and she explained to me some things I needed to do. The first thing she taught me was to take control of his “satisfactions” and only allow Chase to have one at my option. She said to talk to him while massaging him, and when he was ready to cum he has to tell me to stop.
“Promise him that if he’s a good hubby and tells you in time,” she said, “you’ll reward him and let him finish when you feel that he deserved it. But if he fails to tell you in time, you give him a punishment. My hubby was very good and always managed to stop me before it happened, and once or twice a week I’d reward him by letting him cum. One night I was feeling extremely naughty, and when he told me to stop, I continued anyway and his little dick squirted. I scolded him for not telling me in time, and for the next week he was not allowed to touch himself, nor did I touch him. By the end of that week he had love stones that I would never let him be free of again.”
What a good idea about telling to stop before he came! A couple of nights later I tried that for the first time. I promised Chase that I would suck him if he told me to stop before he came three times during the day as I masturbated him. Since he lives to be sucked off by me he did very well. I eventually told him that since he hadn’t fixed the screen on a window and had the furnace serviced he was a bad boy and i would not suck him. It worked like a charm! I told him he couldn’t touch himself either until I felt that he was a good boy. Boy was he horny!
I really wanted to have my black lover totally humiliate my husband. My black lover at that time was too nice and shy for that scenario. But then I met a younger guy Ted at a party that my black lover took me to, and the guy was full of himself and really assertive. Ted was quite the stud and we exchanged phone numbers. We talked and he said he liked the idea of humiliating a white person, especially a white husband. He said he’d be willing to make love to me in front of hubby without a condom and fill me with his seed. I got so hot just thinking about it. I was getting used to the idea that hubby's sexual humiliation was actually a way of creating an intense sexual experience for him – much more intense than he could get any other way.
I slept with Ted to make sure that he was good and that he had respectable equipment, and that he could humiliate my hubby during his breeding of me. I was still having a hard time adjusting to the idea that to love my husband is to hurt him. But I’d spoken to other hotwives and I knew that while there are many ingredients that make a happy cuckold husband, two of the most important are pain and assurance. The anguish of the stinging pain mentally, in conflict with the physical burning ache in his groin, would bring him a sexual intensity that would cause him to tremble in delight. And as much as I love him, that’s what I wanted for him.
“Your husband doesn’t have any stronger doubts right now than other husbands during their training,” a hotwife friend explained. “And right now you are training him to be a cuckold. You have to remember that he’s surrendering his most valuable possession in life to another man. Don’t be ashamed to shower him with all your loving assurance now, and don’t be afraid to baptize him in the pain of humiliation when the time comes.”
Ted left me a voicemail saying that he wanted to breed me and give me a black baby. I played the voicemail for Chase. He was very turned on by the idea but also very scared. That night, in our nightly chat, I let him rub his little dick in between my pussy lips while we talked about what it would be like to have Ted breed me. Of course, I made sure not to let hubby inside of me and not to let him cum. I told him that I was ovulating and I would invite Ted over to our house tomorrow night. Although he wasn’t permitted to cum until then, I would allow him to cum while masturbating to the scene.
The next night, I made hubby sit in the corner and watch me totally surrender myself to Ted and beg him to impregnate my white womb. My lover and I both teased and taunted hubby (verbally) and he was speechless. I was moaning loudly, praising Ted for his large cock and his great skills as a lover. Although I was being especially verbal for hubby, Ted’s cock really did make me moan out loud. Chase was so humiliated, and so excited his little white dick was a continuous ooze of sperm just watching.
I became pregnant that cycle. Looking back, I feel that my hubby being there and being a part of it in that way helped make him the wonderful dad he became. We now have three children, two of whom are black. Our marriage and our sex life have never been better. I encourage all wives who have ever thought about this lifestyle to think about it carefully but if it’s right for you, give it a try!
BREEDING ATHLETES
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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“Blake, we need to talk,” my twenty-four-year-old wife Skylar said when she got home from work. I was in the kitchen beginning to cook dinner.
“Is something wrong?” I asked.
“No, everything is fine.” She went to our bedroom, changed into her regular clothes, then walked up next to me. “Are you familiar with Anderius Johnson?”
“Of course,” I replied. Anderius Johnson was arguably the greatest running back in the NFL, playing for the New York Jets. Although I’m not an NFL fan, we lived in New Jersey, not too far from the stadium where the Jets played. And Skylar’s father was himself one of the greatest NFL running backs of all time.
“I got a call from Anderius’s agent.” She put her hands on my arms as I stood at the stove and sauteed diced onions and garlic. “He knows about how great a running back my father was, and how I was a star runner in college. He wants to have babies who will have his athletic ability and hopefully play in the NFL one day. His wife doesn’t have the right genes.”
Yeah, I thought, his wife Angelique isn’t an athlete. She’s a gorgeous supermodel on the cover of beauty magazines.
“He wants boys who can play the game,” she said. “And he’s willing to pay us for the chance.” She pulled my arm and faced me. “Two hundred thousand dollars per baby.”
I
was stunned at the number, but I knew that Anderius was good for it. That kind of money would be life changing for us.
“Will we have to pay for the IVF out of that money?”
“He wouldn’t use IVF,” she replied. “He wants to do it the natural way. I’ll go off the pill and you’ll have to use condoms. He’ll come by when he has a chance or I’ll stop by his hotel room.”
The idea caused my penis to stir. From some reason the idea of that handsome, muscular black stud breeding my wife was frightening but at the same time a real turn on for me. As I cooked dinner, Skylar told me that she called her father first to see what he thought about it. She’d been concerned that he wouldn’t want to have black grandchildren, but he was actually very excited about having a grandchild who possibly could play in the NFL and he encouraged her to do it. We discussed it all night and the next day, and finally decided that this was the right decision for us. She met with his agent and signed the paperwork he’d proposed. It required me to put my name on the birth certificate and to take full legal responsibility for the babies or else there wouldn’t be any further payments.
Over the next few months, Skylar would have sex with Anderius usually twice a week. Most of the time she would go over to his house. When he was playing on the road, he would bring her along to his hotel and my wife got to watch the Jets games from the best seats. And on a few occasions, when she was ovulating and couldn’t make it out, Anderius would come to our house to breed my wife. When he did, I liked to stand at the end of the bed and watch.
I loved watching Skylar taking the running back’s huge black cock inside of her mouth. He was so much bigger than me, both in length and width. It looked like a horse cock. She couldn’t take him all the way but each time she got a little better. Skylar didn’t perform oral sex on me, just handjobs but Anderius really liked that and she was becoming quite an experienced cocksucker. Seeing her sucking and licking one of his balls while eagerly jerking his shaft was a sight to see.