MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance
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“Honey, you know that Heather is going to spend some time in women’s prison. She wants somebody who will fill her role while she’s gone. Would you be okay with that?”
“You mean take in her children?”
“Yes, that.” She paused. “She also wants me to take care of Rakim’s sexual needs.”
I was stunned at what she’d said, but as she explained the whole thing, it made sense to me. Maddie would act as a temporary wife for Rakim, satisfying all of his needs and keeping the family together until Heather could resume her duties. She promised that she would still have sex with me and that it wouldn’t affect our relationship. We spent a few nights talking it over and finally agreed that we’d help her friend in this way.
As soon as Heather began to serve her sentence, we moved her two boys into the guest room and her daughter into the spare room. Rakim moved into the master bedroom, and we bought a bunk bed for the guest room so that I could sleep with the boys.
We learned that Rakim was quite a sexual animal, making love nearly every day. We could hear the sounds of their lovemaking through the bedroom wall. I would lay in bed listening to them making love, my wife calling out in orgasm as he pounded her hard. “It’s so big,” she would say. “It feels so much better than Ethan’s little penis.” I don’t know if she was aware that I could hear some of the things she said, but when Rakim was done he would throw on boxers and a robe and head downstairs to raid the refrigerator. I would go into the room behind him, the room smelling like sex, my wife looking fully spent with her legs spread and her vagina dripping his come, beckoning me to eat her pussy clean. At first I was reluctant, but I’ve grown to like the taste. Eating her cream pie is now my favorite thing to do with Maddie.
One thing unexpected happened. Although she was on the pill, Maddie ended up getting pregnant. When the baby was born black, we had to explain to our family and friends what was going on. There were a lot of hard questions, some judgment, and we lost some friends over it but now we’re able to live our lives out in the open. And we have new friends who aren’t racist and judgmental.
When Heather finally was released, Rakim and Heather’s kids moved back to their house. But Maddie didn’t want to give up her sexual relationship with her black baby daddy. Heather was pissed off at first but they managed to work it out. Rakim stops by our house a few times a week at night, usually just for sex and seldom staying the night. When Maddie became pregnant last year, we weren’t surprised that our second child was also black. Rakim is a great father, spending time with both of his families. He’s still pursuing a recording label but sexually, in my wife’s eyes, he’s already a star!
THE BLACK LOVERS DATING CLUB
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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Earlier this year, my friend Alissa confessed to me that she cheats on her husband. I was surprised because she seems like your typical suburban wife with two kids and a happy marriage. She seemed to have it all. But she informed me that a number of her friends like to use a service called the Black Lovers Dating Club, which they call The Club for short. I learned that there are Clubs near all of the major cities around the country. The women go out with their friends “to the Club” to have drinks, but they’re doing more than having drinks – they’re having sex with attractive black men.
“You’re gonna love it, Kaitlyn,” Alissa gushed. “The men are incredibly attractive, well hung, and great in bed. And before they have sex with you, they play these videos that really set the mood.” I asked what was so great about the videos but she said I’d need to see them for myself.
A couple months ago, I told my husband Nick that I was going out with the girls and he stayed at home watching the kids. When we reached the club, the entrance was a non-descript door in the alley. The bouncer was a tall, fat black guy who knew Alissa and let us through. Once we got inside, we were brought up to a lineup of sexy, handsome black men to select. Alissa picked one named Kareem and I picked Kadrick, a thinner but still muscular black guy with dreamy eyes.
A older blonde woman, Gail, brought me to the room and instructed me to strip down to just my bra and panties. I noticed there was a large flatscreen not far from the bed. Gail said that Kadrick was getting ready and in the meantime I should watch the movie. “One rule, though,” she said. “You can’t discuss anything you see in the movie. You don’t talk with him, you have sex with him.” She pressed a button on a black box beneath the set, and she walked out as the movie began.
“Kadrick is one of the country’s most successful surgeons,” the narrator said, showing the city’s skyline. “His practice is widely regarded as the best in our region.” The video showed Kadrick wearing an expensive Italian suit and driving a blue Bentley convertible, pulling up in front of a Ritz-Carlton. “He was recently voted the city’s most eligible bachelor for the third time in five years,” the narrator said. Briefly it showed Kadrick dressed like a surgeon, saying, “There’s nothing more rewarding than saving people’s lives.”
The scene switched to a gorgeous young brunette in her early twenties, sitting with a handful of equally stunning friends in a high-end restaurant. “Kadrick is so charismatic,” she said, her eyes lit up. “When he talks to you, you just swoon. Everybody is just drawn to him like a magnet when he speaks, wherever he goes. He always knows the right thing to say and he’s so sexy. I have a boyfriend and I never have sex outside of a relationship, but I would definitely make an exception for Kadrick.” Her friends smiled and nodded. The camera moved to her blonde friend who said, “Really, I mean, every girl wants him. He’s so fucking hot!” They all giggled.
The movie then showed Kadrick driving his Bentley up to an incredible mansion. As he walked inside, the women who worked for him looked at him adoringly, and he ordered the men around and they obeyed, as the narrator noted that this 3 million dollar home is just one of his five homes, including a penthouse in New York City and a mansion in Miami. Then the movie faded to black.
I have to admit, I was very turned on by what I saw. Kadrick was obviously quite a catch. For a woman in her thirties with a wonderful but average husband in the suburbs, the chance to be with a man like that was very attractive. I was all wet just thinking about it. Just then, from behind the black curtain on the far wall, stepped Kadrick. He was wearing nothing but a pair of red silk boxers. He slipped into bed with me and began kissing me.
I was so turned on, my pussy aching for him. He slowly ran his black hands over my bra and my panties, teasing me with his touch. I was writing on the bed, hot as a pistol for him. I caressed him, feeling his strong, muscular legs and back. Nick used to be in decent shape when I met him but he’s let himself go, and it was so nice to feel this strong, fit body against me. I could feel his manhood pressing against me through our underwear, and I needed to see it.
He lay down while I got on my knees and removed his boxers, freeing his large equipment. My husband is a little on the small side at four inches when erect, and Kadrick was twice that length while seme-erect. I took his large tool in my hands and began sucking him, twirling my tongue around his cockhead. Kadrick was groaning in delight. I placed one hand under his big black balls, the other pumping his shaft as I sucked him. Soon he was fully erect.
Kadrick had me lay down on the bed and he put his head between my legs, licking me. My body tensed as he lic
ked my clit, and bringing me to a solid orgasm. “I need to feel you inside of me,” I pleaded. He moved up between me, lined his thick member with my eager entrance, and leaned forward to kiss me as he pushed inside. I’d wanted to watch him penetrate me but I kissed him wildly as I felt that huge cockhead pushing me apart, tearing me open, making me his woman. He pushed himself deeper with each thrust. I feared I couldn’t take it all but soon I felt those black balls slapping against my ass cheeks.
My pussy felt full and the pleasure was intense. Somehow, I felt my clit getting pleasure with each stroke without being touched. I felt electricity welling up from my lower back, then shooting up my entire body and washing back down, and I cried out as I experienced the most incredible orgasm of my life. I looked in awe at this amazing man, honored to have the chance to have sex with him. He put me through a second orgasm before he switched to doggy style and gave me yet another. We finally finished spooning, and I loved hearing him groan in my ear as he shot his semen inside of me. He pulled out of me and gave me his sperm-coated cock to suck on and lick clean, then we cuddled for a few minutes before he told me he had to leave.
That was my first experience with the Club. I went back one other time and spent some quality time with Delander. According to the video, he’s a businessman who owns nearly half the property in the city, and all the young women are after him. I don’t know how somebody as busy as that can keep himself in such great shape, but I’m glad to get the chance to get a taste of what he has to offer. It’s expensive and I have to pay in cash, but luckily my husband makes enough money that I can afford to go there once a month. I’ve never felt so sexually alive in my life, all thanks to the Club!
GIRLS TRIP TO CANCUN
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 Lucy. Last winter, when I went with three of my college friends on a trip to Cancun, I thought it would be a lot of fun but I had no idea what would happen. We’re all in our mid-twenties but my friend Jenna and I are both married. Our friends Erin and Charlotte, though, are both single.
“We’re going to have a great time,” Jenna said when we were waiting in line for security. She smiled. “I have a hall pass.”
I smiled back but I realized now that there were three women who were going to party without restrictions. I didn’t ask Matt for a hall pass and highly doubt he would have given me one – he’s really a traditional, monogamous kind of guy. But I figured that I could still spend some time dancing with some hot guys and that would be fun.
When we arrived at Cancun, Jenna and I checked into our room. Our single friends decided that they would put on their bikinis and hit the resort’s beach. Although I’d gained about twenty pounds since the birth of my two kids, I dieted before this trip and was happy to put on my bikini and join them.
It was the week before spring break but apparently some of the colleges were on break and the beach had dozens of college-age men and women drinking and dancing. The resort was playing tropical music and everybody was having fun. There was also a bar on the beach and we each got a cocktail, clinked our glasses and cheered.
“Let’s talk with some of the college boys,” Erin said with a mischievous smile, a mostly-empty pina colada in her hand. “Maybe they’ll buy us some drinks.”
I was a little hesitant, so Erin and Charlotte both walked over to a group of guys and started talking with a couple guys wearing straw hats.
“Check him out,” Jenna said, turned her back to the guy and sipping her drink. “The guy in the red shirt.” I slyly checked him out. I saw a white guy in a red shirt standing next to a black guy in a white shirt, and both were scoping out the crowd. The guy she was interested in was a good looking, muscle-bound guy with a buzz cut, probably a jock. Although Jenna married a computer guy, in college she always liked to sleep with jocks.
“Yeah, he’s cute.”
“I’m going to sleep with him,” she said. “Mark my words. I’ll talk with him while you talk with his friend.”
We both walked over to them and started a conversation. The white guy introduced himself as Cody, and the black guy was Owen. As I chatted with Owen, I learned that they were both offensive linemen on the college football team. The guys bought us drinks. Owen started telling me about their team but I had to admit that I don’t know anything about football. He was handsome and really cocky, which I thought was cute in a young boy way, and I thought he was very attractive. I looked over at Jenna, who was now standing against a tree and kissing Cody.
“Are you feeling all right?” Owen asked. Between the jet lag and the drinks, I started feeling a little woozy.
“I’m okay,” I said. “I’m just feeling tired.”
Jenna walked up to us, hand in hand with the white boy. “Cody is going to show me in his room,” she said. “We should be back in a half hour or so.” Obviously, she was about to make good on her promise. “I have my phone with me.”
“Okay, have fun,” I said. Then suddenly I realized that I’d left my cell phone in the room. I turned to Owen. “I need to go back to our room and get my phone.”
“I’ll go with you.”
On the elevator ride, it occurred to me that Owen probably thought that I was taking him back to my room for sex.
“You know I’m a married woman,” I said. “I’m just going to get my cell phone in case Jenna calls me.”
“Understood,” Owen said, pursing his lips and nodding.
When we got inside the room, though, he immediately took me in his arms and began kissing me.
“Oooh!” I said, surprised. I loved feeling those strong arms around my body, though, and due to the drinks I allowed him to stick his tongue in my mouth. He was a great kisser, and although I wasn’t going to have sex with him, I figured there wasn’t any harm in kissing him back.
Owen was aggressive, pushing me toward the bed and getting on top of me, kissing me crazy as his hands caressed my body. I felt my body bucking up against him, my pussy aching to be fucked, and loving the look and feel of that strong black body enveloping me. The room was a little cold and I briefly thought about getting under the sheets, but I thought this wouldn’t last much longer before I told him that we had to stop.
He rolled us onto our sides and we continued kissing. I felt his hands reach behind my back, untying my bikini top. When he pulled it away, my breasts were exposed to him. I felt awfully naughty, my bare chest up against his. I held his face in my hands as we kissed, and soon he pulled off his shorts and out popped his cock. It was a lot longer than my husband’s penis, which frankly isn’t saying much. It wasn’t like a porn star’s cock or anything but it was big, and I was eager to take it in my mouth. As he put it inside my lips, I realized that I’d already “cheated” and I might as well go ahead and have a good time. I sucked his cock as best as I could, my head bobbing up and down on his black cock.
When Owen put his cock inside of me, it was unbelievable. Part of it was simply feeling another man inside of me, and part of it was that he was black and just so sexy, but everything about it was just magical. My legs were up in the air, bent at the knees against his waist, Owen kissing my neck as he thrusted over and over inside of me. I seldom reach an orgasm with my husband unless he’s using a vibrator or performing oral on me, but Owen was able to bring me off twice without really even trying. I think I was j
ust so excited to be with this amazing guy that the whole experience brought me off. Minutes later, he grunted and came inside of me.
As we cuddled in a post-coital embrace, somebody knocked on the door. We quickly threw on our clothes and Owen opened the door. It was Jenna. She looked at me with her mouth agape, then looked over at Owen. “Oh my, Lucy. I didn’t know you had it in you. Good for you!”
After knowing that I’d been caught, I realized that I might as well just let loose. That week I slept with five more young guys, one black and one Mexican. When I returned home, I felt completely reinvigorated and ready to resume monogamy. My husband was happy that I was so sexual when I returned and our sex life improved dramatically for months before settling back down again. Maybe I should go to Cancun more often!
COMPETITION IS A GOOD THING
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 my husband Ryan and I decided we were ready to have a baby, I told him that I thought it would be best if we had a sperm competition.
“But Isabella,” he said, “when we agreed that you were going to sleep with other guys, it was just for sex.”
“I know honey,” I replied. “But sperm are designed to race, block and even kill each other. Sperm competition is natural. It’s the way that nature intended it. May the best man’s sperm win!”