MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  Early the next year, Kaylee gave birth to our first son. After that she met another black guy, DeTrall, who fathered our second son the following year. She moved from black man to black man, having a baby with nearly every one of them, and hit the full seven babies in nine years with a year to spare. Although the children aren’t cheap, we have the money to take care of them from the inheritance and I couldn’t love them any more if they’d come from my own loins.

  You might be wondering about my brother-in-law, Preston. His wife Cindy loved what Kaylee was doing but she didn’t want to have black babies. Preston was fertile so she put her husband in rubbers and began going out to bars and meeting guys online, sleeping with handsome, sexy bad boys. Cindy did even better than us, managing to have eight children under the deadline. I must say that she chose wisely because between her good looks and the good-looking studs she chose, they have a beautiful family. Of course, Preston is on the birth certificate so that they’re officially his children (and the biological fathers aren’t the kind of guys to raise kids anyway), and he’s turned out to be a great father with a beautiful family.

  The whole situation really spoiled Cindy and Kaylee. They’re unwilling to give up their open sexuality, maintaining a number of different lovers at any one time. But Kaylee keeps me satisfied, too, and she tells me all the details of her dates, which I adore. She recently told me that she’s pregnant again. This one won’t make us any money but we’re both happy to have another child on the way. Preston is excited because Cindy just got her tubes tied, so now Preston can take his wife bare for the first time in nearly ten years. It’s hard to imagine a happier ending!

  BLACK DADDY FROM THE DAY CARE

  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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  After giving birth to my son, my love life with my husband Jayden dried up. We weren’t getting much sleep, which didn’t help. But I was just so focused on my career and taking care of our young child that we didn’t have as much time for each other. So as we focused on our family, we started to drift apart as a couple.

  Then something changed in our relationship. One day, while dropping off my two-year-old at day care, I noticed a guy who was dropping off his daughter. He was a tall, handsome black man and his infant daughter was lighter skinned, a mulatto. (Later I would see his daughter picked up after work by his wife, a blonde knockout.)

  I think he saw me checking him out and he smiled in my direction. He walked over and introduced himself as Novian. His wife worked at a bank in the opposite direction so she had trouble reaching the daycare in the morning, he said. He was unemployed at the time so he was able to drop off his daughter. He said he’d have been happy to pick her up from daycare but his wife wanted to do that, to feel that she was a good mom.

  “What about you, Maddie?” I told him about my job at a photographer at a private school. I explained that the pay is just okay but the real advantage is that when our son is older, he’ll be able to attend for free. Novian nodded and as we talked, it was obvious that he really understood my situation. His love for his daughter and wife was obvious, and that made him seem all the more attractive.

  Over a period of weeks, I would often see him at the daycare and we would talk in the parking lot after dropping off our kids. At one point, when I had the day off work, he asked if I’d like to continue our conversation at his house. “My wife is at work, so we’d have the house alone.” He was such a sexy man but I knew it would be taking a risk. Still, I agreed and followed him to his house.

  He lived in a cute little house about a half hour outside the city. When we walked inside, he immediately turned to me and kissed me. I was surprised at how quickly it happened but I kissed him back, allowing his tongue to slip inside of my mouth. I ran my hands over his firm, muscular ass and back. I was so turned on by him, my panties were so wet I felt like I’d peed my pants. Novian was so sexy and my body wanted him, needed him.

  He led me into the living room and we began to undress in front of the couch. As I slipped my panties down my legs, I felt sexier than I had in years. I felt like a woman again, alive again. When he removed his pants and I saw his black cock, I gasped. It had to be twice as long as my husband’s penis. I’d always known that Jayden was a little on the small side but this cock was so large, thick and beautiful. It screamed masculinity and power. I felt in awe as I held it in my hands and began sucking on the end. I could only take about a third of it inside my mouth and I worried that I might not be able to take all of it inside of me. Novian was breathing hard and praising me, though, and I gave it my all.

  He had my lay down on the couch. As I did, I expected him to lick my pussy but he didn’t, just moving on top of me. I was a little disappointed because I’d never been able to orgasm from intercourse, only from oral sex, but I was eager to feel that big cock inside of me. I felt that large cockhead pressing against my slick, wet folds, then he pushed forward a couple of inches. It was stretching me apart and I caught my breath. “Go slow,” I pleaded. He pushed in deeper and deeper, very slowly, until he finally had the whole thing inside of me. He leaned down and we kissed while my pussy got accustomed to his girth.

  Then he slowly began moving his hips, picking up speed and soon was pounding me hard and fast. I’d been scared of how it might feel but it was absolutely fantastic, far better physically than anything I’d experienced with my husband or my old boyfriends. I realized that it was actually the perfect size for me, that I was finally being filled by the right man. I started to zone out, concentrating on the immense pleasure I was feeling in my loins. I felt his lower abdomen rubbing against my clit, and soon I felt an intense orgasm gripping my body. I groaned loudly, arching my back as the strongest climax of my life shot up and down my spine and through my limbs. I was simply in awe of this amazing man and the pleasure he could give.

  Novian pulled out and instructed me to get on my hands and knees. Although it was a little uncomfortable on the couch, with my knee pushing against some springs, I complied and leaned against the back of the couch. I felt him penetrate me from behind and he fucked me good and hard before finally cumming, filling my cunt with sperm. As he pulled out, there was semen dripping down my legs and a glop hit the couch. I picked it up with my finger, licked it up and swallowed it with a smile. We kissed some more, then we got dressed and I returned home.

  After that, I started to see Novian whenever I could, sometimes during my lunch breaks and other times before or after work. The sex with him was divine and addictive, and I didn’t feel any shame or regret. I wasn’t doing anything to my husband, just getting the physical affection and pleasure that I needed as a woman. I still have sex with Jayden every month or so, and he seems satisfied with that. I’d always planned on being sexually satisfied within a happy marriage. I didn’t see it happening quite this way but I’m not complaining.

  DURING THE SEPARATION

  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 ficti
on. 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 Kaitlyn. I was so happy when I first met my husband Nick. We were both in our early twenties and I hadn’t had a boyfriend before. People always told me that I was pretty but the boys weren’t asking me out, so I was pretty insecure. Then I had this nice boy ask me out. He had just graduated college and was working downtown in marketing at a major clothing company. I thought he was decent looking and he treated me right.

  When we first slept together, I was a little disappointed that his penis was only four inches long but I tried not to show it. The sex was fine, I guess, and in less than two years we were married. My family thought it was great, my friends loved him, everything seemed wonderful on the outside.

  But I felt that something was missing. Although he had a college degree, he was working a job that didn’t require a degree. He was only making $15 an hour which isn’t much at all in the city. And he’s just so unmotivated. On social media, he posts that a picture of our DVR and brags about the TV show he’s watching. He’s just so boring and lame that I couldn’t stand it anymore. And frankly, I wanted a better sex life. I loved him but I wasn’t in love with him anymore.

  After talking about it with my friends, I decided to tell Nick that we needed to separate. I hated to have to do that because he loves me and he’s a good guy, and I broke his heart. I told him that I wanted him out of the apartment in two months, by the end of May. He agreed to leave by the end of April. I didn’t know where he was going – I didn’t ask and didn’t want to know. Although I still kept the thought of us getting back together in my head, I didn’t say that to him because I didn’t think it would be fair to keep that hanging over his head.

  As soon as we were separated and I let people know about it, I was surprised at how many men started approaching me for sex. During our marriage, probably because I was unhappy, I’d put on some weight. I was forty pounds overweight but I didn’t have any trouble getting guys to want to have sex with me. Married guys, single guys, all over the place. The guys were in better shape than me, sometimes even guys who work out all the time!

  The first guy was Mark, a single guy who rides a motorcycle and works for a water system company. He would come over twice a week just for sex, then we’d have dinner and he would leave. The sex was different and great – not only did he have a six inch cock but he ate my pussy, too. He said he didn’t want anything more than sex and he didn’t want to be exclusive. I told him that it was fine with me, as long as I didn’t know about the other people he might be seeing, and that if I dated others I wouldn’t tell him about it. It seemed like a great arrangement.

  I worried that I was starting to get feelings for Mark. One of my girlfriends suggested that I wouldn’t have that problem if I were dating more than one guy. That made sense to me, and when I was approached by a sexy black guy at the supermarket, I didn’t hesitate to give him my number. His name is Rasaun and he works in sales at one of the store’s wine vendors, delivering wine to the grocery stores in the area. Rasaun said he was single, though I later learned he had two women that each thought he was their girlfriend. I worked him into the rotation so that I would see Mark on one day and Rasaun on the next. I was having sex at least four times a week and I was loving it!

  Rasaun was good in bed, too, and his cock was a little bigger and thicker than Mark’s. I measured it and it was just under eight inches long. Nothing crazy but it did feel really good. I was laughing at how pathetic my husband Nick’s little penis was and felt. I know it isn’t right because he was born with that and can’t change it, but a girl really needs something bigger to enjoy intercourse, at least I do. And if you don’t have a respectable penis you should at least eat pussy and be good at that. Nick hardly ever ate my pussy, and when he did he wasn’t good. When I’d only been with Nick I thought he was okay because I didn’t know better, but now I realized just how far he fell short.

  Then I met Kevin, a really sexy guy who all the women wanted. He actually worked as an underwear model and also a bartender. I figured he was just a player but I was okay with that. Soon I was sleeping with him as well, usually once or twice a week when he’d call late at night. I figured that he was only calling me if he struck out at the bar but I didn’t really care because I wasn’t exclusive to him, either. Sometimes I’d have sex with Mark or Rasaun in the evening and then Kevin would come over late at night. I was having sex twice a day sometimes, and neither guy was my husband! Kevin really loved doggy style and spoon fucking, which weren’t my favorites but I love how each guy likes different things and they act differently as they grunt, shooting their cum deep inside of you. I was so happy and satisfied.

  But everything changed earlier this year when I found out that I was pregnant. I was on the pill but I wasn’t perfect about taking it, and I hate condoms. I didn’t know which of the three guys was the father but obviously I couldn’t count on any of them for anything but sex. I realized at that time just how great of a guy Nick was, and I contacted him. Luckily he was still single and he was willing to take me back. He’s moved back in with me and he’s agreed to raise the child as his own, even if the baby is black. He’s such a great guy!

  ONE BABY FOR EACH LOVER

  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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  During my teens and early twenties, I had a lot of fun dating different guys. There are simply a lot of opportunities out there for an attractive young female. Guys about your age, guys a little older, a lot older – good looking, sexy guys are always hitting on girls. And I figured that you’re only young once so I might as well live it up. The one problem, of course, is that the kind of guy that girls want to have sex with isn’t the kind of guy who will stick around and be a good husband and father. But I figured that the best way to handle things is to have fun while I’m young, and then settle down with a nice guy later.

  When I reached the age of twenty-nine, I realized that it was time to get a guy while I was still attractive. There were a lot of geeky guys who weren’t able to get a girl when they were younger and they were being snatched off the market by the other girls doing the same thing as me. So when I was asked out online by a nice guy who worked in high-tech, I agreed to the date. His name was Noah. I learned that he was almost a virgin, having only had sex once when he was a teenager. He seemed like a good provider and real husband material, so I dated him.

  “How did I do, Ella?” Noah asked, laying next to me after filling the rubber during our first time in bed. He was terrible, of course. He tried his best to eat my pussy but he was inexperienced and it was more annoying than pleasurable. And his little penis was neither long nor thick, and if he hadn’t been moving his hips I wouldn’t have even known we were having intercourse. But I told him that he did a good job, knowing that over time with some direction he would get better at eating pussy and learn to get me off.

  At the time I had a group of four men that I would see for sex. Most of them I’d been seeing for years. Two were white, one was latino and one was black. They were all strong, muscular, sexy, arrogant and well-equipped. They were great lovers but it wasn’t just what they did in bed, it was who they are. Th
ey’re the kinds of guys that women desire and men naturally respect and defer to. They’re the kinds of men that women want to father their children. But a number of them were violent and had drug addictions, and none of them would be good husbands or be trusted to raise a child.

  Although Noah was a good guy and would make a good father, I didn’t want him fathering my children. I’d told him that I wasn’t exclusive to him at that point in our relationship and he was fine with that, but over time I began slowly letting him know just how sexier and better my other lovers were. It seemed to bother him but at the same time he got turned on by it, and his little boy-sized weiner would just come alive and ooze pre-cum. It wouldn’t take him long at all to fill the rubber.

  Finally one night in bed, I made it clear to him that if he wanted to be my husband, he would need to continue to be open to my other lovers. He told me “yes.” At that point I agreed to marry him, and soon we were engaged and married the following summer.

  Once we were ready to start a family, I let him know that I wanted to have a baby by each of my lovers first. Noah was all agitated over this, and I learned that his real concern was about my black lover Everson. He was scared that I would have a black baby and everybody would know that it wasn’t his. I explained to him that Everson had babies with lots of white women, some married, and their husbands and boyfriends all raised his babies as their own. “You’re going to be a great father to Everson’s baby,” I assured him.

  Although I was on the pill, I’d always insisted that Noah wear a rubber when we had a sex. He’d never had sex without a rubber so it wasn’t a problem when we were married and I went off the pill. I tried to time my lovemaking sessions so that each lover would get the chance to have one baby. The first year I had Drew’s baby, then the next year a baby by Harry. I waited a year in between before having a baby by Gustavo, my latino stud. The baby was born with a darker complexion and a little bit flatter nose, but nobody in the family said anything about it. They all believed they were Noah’s babies. They may have wondered how a soft, nerdy guy like Noah could have such attractive babies but if they did, nobody said anything.