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 I first met Sarah, she was literally “the girl next door.” We lived in a duplex and our apartments were right next to each other. She was beautiful, smart and sweet, and worked as a secretary downtown. I was really attracted to her and I thought she was attracted to me, too. I got up the courage to ask her out but she said, “Mike, I like you as a friend.”
As we got to know each other better, I understood where she was coming from. Basically, she thinks there are two types of guys: the kind you marry and the kind you date. Sarah looks at me as being “the kind you marry” but I simply didn’t have what she was looking for. I lacked a graduate degree and a six-figure job. But I was working my way toward both of those goals. I’d graduated college with a degree in engineering, started working as an engineer at a technology company, and I intended to get my MBA. At twenty-two, I simply was too young to have accomplished all that. On time at Starbucks, I decided to ask her where I stood.
“What if I get my MBA and I have a high paying job? Would that make a difference?”
“You know I like you, Mike,” she replied. “As I said, if a guy has what I’m looking for, I’ll give him a chance.”
I really loved Sarah and I didn’t have a problem waiting for her. I knew, in the end, that she would realize what I catch I really was. I was certain that one day she would be my wife.
Sarah sometimes dated guys who were in their thirties and forties. They often had sports cars and other signs of wealth, but those relationships never seemed to go anywhere. It might have been the age difference or the fact that they had kids almost her age. In quite a few cases, she was surprised to learn that those men were still married and just cheating on their wives. I always felt worried that one of those guys would steal her heart but those encounters never seemed to go anywhere.
While waiting for Mr. Right to come along, she spent most of her time with “the kind you date”: good looking stylish guys with great bodies who had nothing going for them, other than being sexy. There were aspiring musicians, rappers, artists, and guys with dead end jobs who lived with their parents and spent all their money on cars and clothes. I’m not gay but I have to admit that I understood why she was into those guys – they were really great looking. I’d see her walking hand-in-hand with those guys into her apartment, especially on Friday and Saturday nights, but also sometimes during the week.
There’s one guy who started dating her frequently, though. He’s a black guy named “Magic” Marteese, an aspiring rapper. He certainly looked the part of a famous rapper, obviously working out all the time and wearing fashionable clothes. Normally her bedroom was a revolving door, but she kept bringing him back and I was curious why.
Our bedroom windows face behind the duplex and they’re covered by bushes, but there’s a good two feet between the bushes and the building. Sometimes at night, when it’s dark, I like to sneak out behind the window and listen to her making love with her bad boy lovers. The windows are small and high up, and they slide to the right, so you can’t see through them just standing on the ground but her bed is near the window and she usually keeps her window open, and that allows me to hear everything, even if she has some mood music playing.
“Oh God, baby,” she’d moan in the midst of an orgasm. “It feels so good. Fuck me with your dick.” I hear her heavy breathing and her dirty talk and it would get me so excited. Usually I’d go back to my apartment and masturbate, but a few times I’d done it right there in the dark. I tried to time my ejaculations so that right when her stud is shooting his sperm inside of my sweetheart, my own seed would squirt against the concrete side of the duplex.
After seeing Marteese stop by a few times, I decided I needed to hear them in action. I hid behind the bushes with a bottle of Astroglide, listening to them.
“Yeah, that’s right,” he said, breathing heavily. “Suck that black cock. You like it, don’t ya? Tell me you like it.”
“Mmm Hmmm, I love your big black cock. It’s so fucking big.”
Then I hear more sucking and moaning sounds. I’d wondered if that was why she kept bringing him back. She’d complained once that the guys she dates who are marriage material often have small penises, but she pretends to enjoy sex with them to be a good partner. Since my penis is just under five inches, I worried that I wouldn’t be able to satisfy her.
“Oh, God, baby,” she grunted. “Go slow.”
“You like that big cock, don’t you?”
“I love it, Marteese. Go slow, baby. I need time to take it.”
Then I heard a slap and her moaning. “Yeah, you like that. I’m gonna slap your nasty, slutty ass. You’re a nasty whore.” Another slap.
“Yes, I’m a nasty whore,” she moaned breathlessly. “Pull my hair.”
I could hear the bed squeaking and their bodies slapping, so they were fucking fast and furious now. I was masturbating fast myself, jerking my little boyhood quickly with my pinky finger stretched out to brush against my balls with each stroke. “I’m cumming!” she cried out. I had to be quiet but in my mind I called out her name, “Oh Sarah!” I couldn’t go any longer and I sprayed like a squirt bottle, splattering the wall beneath her room. Even after I was spent, I stayed and listened to the hot sounds of their lovemaking.
“Take it baby,” he exclaimed. “Yeah, suck my black cock. Suck every drop there, bitch. Swallow it. Swallow every fucking drop. Yeah, that’s a good little white whore.”
That was years ago. After I got my MBA and got a new job making more money, Sarah agreed to date me, even though I was only making $88,000 at the time. Even though I wasn’t making as much money as she wanted, she said I had potential. We dated for months before she let me make love to her, and when we did it was all quiet and gentle, nothing like what I’d heard happening from outside her bedroom. She said she enjoyed our lovemaking, though, and she didn’t need to orgasm to enjoy our time together. “It’s the closeness that’s most important.” Last year, we got married. You see, the nice guy wins in the end!
ENCOURAGED TO GO BLACK
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 the longest time, I’d had the fantasy of seeing my wife Hailey have sex with another man. The thing that turned me on most, though, was the idea of her sleeping with a black man. I’d approached her about the possibility a number of times but she’d always said that she wasn’t sure about it, that it just seemed wrong because we’re married. I figured that it would never happen in real life until one day when, in bed after having sex, she brought it up.
“Connor, you know how you asked me to sleep with another guy? Preferably a black guy?”
“Yes.”
“Do you still want me to do that?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I think I’m ready to do it.” Hailey then explained that she’d met a guy who she really wanted to sleep with. His name was Darryon and he was a fuck buddy of Kendra, one of her female co-workers. Although Kendra complained that he wasn’t willing to commit and would only meet up with her for sex, calling her at the last minute at night, she admitted that he was great in bed and wouldn’t give him up. She showed Hailey a picture of him naked and my wife was shocked not only at how handsome and well-built he was, but also at the size of his penis. “It was thick as a rope and it had to be a foot long, and it wasn’t even hard!” She’d found his profile on social media and wanted to contact him.
We talked about it for a couple hours and ended up making love a second time. We were both very hot and excited about the very idea of it. We decided that Hailey would contact Darryon on social media and see how he reacted. If he was up for it, she would go on a date with him. We also discussed birth control. Hailey wasn’t using anything since I’d gotten a vasectomy after our second child was born, and she suggested that they use the pull-out method. I thought they should use condoms in case he had any diseases. Hailey agreed that it was a good idea but she wasn’t making any promises, and said she’d just have to see things played out.
Sure enough, Darryon soon reached out to Hailey and they were communicating online. For a few days, they were doing a lot of messaging. Finally he asked my wife what time she was having dinner.
“About seven o’clock. Why?
“Great,” he said. “I’ll pick you up around eight.”
We made sure to finish dinner a little early so that Hailey could get ready for her date. She dressed up in a tight skirt and white top, and brushed her curly brown hair and dabbed on some perfume. Beneath it all she was wearing no bra and a pair of see-through panties. I told he she looked great as she left, jumped in his car and drove off. I put the kids to bed and it was a long night, wondering what was happening. I had my phone with me but I didn’t hear anything until she came in through the door just before one in the morning. Her lipstick was smeared, her clothes were in disarray, and she was barefoot with her shoes in her hand. She looked well fucked.
My cock was so hard that I was desperate to get her into bed. I told her that I wanted to have sex with her while she told me what happened but she said she was tired and very sore, and she really couldn’t handle any more sex than she’d just had. But she agreed to let me masturbate next to her while she told me what happened.
Darryon took her to a nice restaurant on the strip overlooking the ocean. Since she’d just had dinner, he bought each of them a drink, then he said that his office was right across the street and asked if she wanted to see it. She agreed and they went over to his place. It was a fancy building and they had to go through security to get inside, which she found impressive and a turn on. His office had a beautiful view of the ocean and the strip, with a large screen TV and a pull out couch, which was already set up as a bed.
Darryon didn’t spend much time showing her around before he began kissing her. He was undressing her quickly and she felt his large manhood pushing against her through his pants. Soon they were naked and having sex in front of a large picture window, but between the light of the moon and the stores on the strip and the beautiful view, Hailey felt entirely comfortable yet turned on to be doing it in front of a potential audience.
She explained how hot it was to see his black cock in person. Although it didn’t get as hard as mine, it was hard enough. She took his cock in her hands and gave him a blowjob, slowly licking it and twisting her head with each suck. He held her head in his hands, his muscular body illuminated from the outside light, as he moaned in pleasure. Laying on the bed, he put his mouth between her legs and ate her pussy, and he made her cum. Then he got on top of her and the bed was creaking as they had sex in the missionary position. She was concerned that she wouldn’t be able to take such a large cock but he managed to get all but a few inches inside of her, and she loved how his thickness stretched her open. He was pounding her hard, and she had to slow him down and hold him back so that his cockhead didn’t pound against her cervix.
They switched into doggy style and then female superior. While she was riding him, she had her hands on his shoulders and was looking out at the amazing view. Just knowing she was fucking a guy who could afford a place like that had her totally wet, and he was holding her ass with his hands as she rode up and down, carefully not to take too much. She dropped down and kissed him, still hunching her groin against his, when he moaned and gripped her ass more tightly. When she felt his cock twitching, she realized that he was shooting his seed inside of her. At that point it was too late, and she didn’t resist as he rolled her over onto her back, continuing to kiss her as his balls blasted her womb with his sperm. They lay together, talking and kissing, and soon he was hard again. They fucked a second time and he added a second load deep inside my wife’s cunt.
As I heard Hailey’s description of what happened, I couldn’t help but reach a powerful climax, shooting a rope of sperm a good six inches into the air. Hailey giggled. “Wow, honey, you really shot a good one!” I went to the bathroom to wash my hands and my penis off, then I got a fresh pair of underwear and we cuddled and went to sleep. The next night we made love and we were both very turned on, having some of the best sex we’d had in years.
Soon Darryon was having sex sessions with Hailey two or three nights a week. Usually she would leave after the kids were in bed. They would go to a restaurant in the same area, then have sex at his office. Hailey asked if they could go to his home some time but he said it was being renovated and wouldn’t be ready for the next few months, and in the meantime he was living in his office. (Personally, I think he was living full-time in his office but who really knows.) After her sex sessions, she would return home and I would reclaim my wife, having sloppy seconds with her.
Everything was great for about eight months. Then, Hailey started feeling ill. I suggested that she take a pregnancy test. Sure enough, she’s pregnant and she’s now two months along. I wasn’t surprised when Hailey said that she’d never get an abortion. I’m nervous, though, as everyone will know that the baby isn’t mine. But for now I’m just turned on seeing her belly slowly expanding, her breasts getting larger, as our third child gets ready to appear. I can’t wait!
SECURING THE INHERITANCE
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 can’t believe it either, Kaylee,” my wife’s brother Preston said to her. “But it’s right there in the will.”
Kaylee’s parents had recently died with a multi-million dollar estate, leaving behind their 25 year old daughter and 27 year old son. Their deaths weren’t entirely unexpected, given that her father was in his eighties and her mother had terminal cancer, but it was still shocking and heartbreaking for all of us. But was even more shocking was what we found in the will.
“It says we each get $100,000 for each child we have by age thirty-five,” Preston read. “In addition, if we have at least seven children, we get two million dollars. If we don’t earn that portion of the money, it goes to the university along with the rest of the money. It’s all right there.”
Kaylee’s father had loved his alma mater and it wasn’t surprising that
they’d give a substantial amount to it. But the fact that they were giving their children nothing unless they had children was surprising. And requiring seven to inherit millions seemed over the top.
“I guess they really wanted grandchildren,” Kaylee said.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
That night, I discussed the situation with Kaylee. We’d already tried to have a baby but had no luck. Eventually we went to the doctor and learned that I’m sterile. Obviously, this was a problem for getting the inheritance.
“You know, Caden,” she said. “It doesn’t stop us from having a family. If I can’t have your baby, then I can use another man’s sperm.”
“We could use a sperm donor, sure,” I replied. “We can find a guy who’s smart and who looks like me.”
“That’s not what I had in mind,” my wife said. She explained that she wanted to explore her sexuality and she’d always had a thing for black guys. “I know my parents would hate seeing me with a black guy but now they’re dead. They’re the ones who created these stupid rules, so it would be especially fun to give them black grandchildren.”
I didn’t really like the idea of that, but the more we discussed it the more I realized that this was a good option for us. If they’re not my children anyway, what does it matter?
It turned out Kaylee already had somebody in mind. While interning at her father’s law firm, she knew an attractive young blonde who worked in mailing. One time she brought in her man Keantay, a sexy, well-built black guy who worked in finance. He hit on her and while she added him to her social media accounts, she told him that she couldn’t date him because she was married. However, she loved checking out his half-naked selfies and hearing the blonde brag about how great he was in bed. Now that she needed somebody to father her children, she let Keantay know she was available.
Judging by my wife’s reactions in bed, the sex with Keantay was incredible. He made her moan like a whore, fucking her with strength, speed and power. Kaylee loved sucking his big cock, too. It was too big for her to take to its base but she kept working at it, getting better and taking more into her mouth. Sometimes she would suck him to completion, greedily sucking every drop from his ebony schlong as she played with his balls. Then she’d open her mouth, showing her tongue coated with semen, before swallowing it down.
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