MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance
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I’m so glad that Reverend Lucy Anne made that suggestion because having two husbands is the perfect situation for me. I have two wonderful husbands who fulfill my needs and we have a beautiful, growing family.
GOING BLACK IN THE DEEP SOUTH
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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“Sam, this is gonna be so much fun!” Cady said as we drove off toward Georgia.
Cadence had been married to her husband for four years and I’d been married for three. Her great grandmother Helen had passed away. Although she hadn’t been close to Helen, she wanted to be there for her mother and also to see a lot of her family that was coming in for the visit.
As we drove, it was also a great time to talk with Cady. Although she was happy with Drew, she was a little bored in her marriage. I felt the same way – it wasn’t that anything was wrong, it’s just that something was missing.
On the first night was stayed at a Radisson. On the second night, though, we were running low on funds and Cady suggested that we stay the night at a local motel in North Carolina. The place looked like it hadn’t been renovated since the 1960s but there weren’t any bars on the windows and it was getting dark, so I said okay.
When we went inside to get a room, the guy behind the desk was black. Not blacks like most of the ones in the north, with light chocolate skin, but African dark. We also saw maids working at the motel who were similarly dark skinned. We were hungry and asked the guy behind the desk about restaurants. He told us that nearly all the restaurants on the strip were fried chicken establishments but they also served some northern food.
Although I was a little nervous about it, Cady wanted to experience the “southern thing.” So we went to fried chicken shack in walking distance to the motel. The street was well lit but I felt a little scared walking there, but we made it safely. Once inside, I was surprised to see that the entire place was filled with dark-skinned black people. It was like a time warp with them wearing bright colored clothes. We ordered fried chicken, collard greens and mashed potatoes with gravy, and sat down together.
I couldn’t help but feel that we were unwanted. Everybody was staring at us while we ate. But then two tall, somewhat overweight men in jeans and suit coats hobbled over and introduced themselves as Bubba and Tyrain. They welcomed us to North Carolina. Bubba said, “Don’t worry. The black ladies just don’t like competition from the white ladies.”
Bubba reached under his coat and pulled out a flask. “I have some Southern Comfort for you.” Cady took a swig and I figured I would go along with it. While we chatted about the area and our plans, we’d taken quite a few swigs and we were all laughing. I stopped even thinking about the other people in the diner and just had a great time.
When we’d finished eating, Cady and I were pretty drunk. I stumbled a little when getting up from the table and the guys offered to walk us back to our motel. “It’s dark out there, you know,” Bubba said. Cady took them up on the offer and they walked us back. When we reached our room, Cady asked them if they wanted to come inside. I opened my eyes wide and said, “Cady?” But I think she was even more drunk than I was.
We got into the room and soon Bubba was kissing Cady and they began undressing. Tyrain started kissing me and I wasn’t sure how to react, but I didn’t want to appear racist so I kissed him back. He was so much taller than my husband, but also thicker with muscle and fat. The guy was just big all around.
Soon Bubba and Cady were undressed and she was on her knees, sucking on a big, thick black cock. The thing had to be eight inches long and thick, like one of those huge pickles at the butcher shop. Cady went at it like a pro, sucking and licking that mighty black weapon. Tyrain was only wearing boxers and this point, but with the huge bulge in front I knew I had something similar in store for me. When I reached down and took a hold of it, I gasped. I pulled down his boxers and I was holding on a cock even bigger than Bubba’s. It was nearly a foot long and every bit at thick. I was scared that I couldn’t take it all.
I got on my knees and took Tyrain’s cock in my mouth. It was much harder than sucking on my husband’s erect boyhood. This was a man’s cock and I had trouble fitting it inside of my mouth. I had to just suck on the head, and then lick up and down the shaft while playing with the balls. The guys were moaning in pleasure so we were doing something right.
Unfortunately we’d only gotten a room with a full-sized bed. It was big enough for me and Cady but not for four people to have sex. But Bubba took Cady and bent her over the bed near the pillows and penetrated her doggy style. “Oh God, it’s big,” she said, catching her breath. “Please go slow.” His dark black fingers were on her ass cheeks as he pushed himself deeper inside, far deeper and better than her husband ever could. Soon he was pounding deep hard inside of her, pulling her hair as he fucked her. But I noticed that there were a couple inches that weren’t going inside. I think he was just too big for her.
Tyrain had me lay down at the other end of the bed. As he put his knees on the bed on either side of me, his big thick weapon aimed on top of me, I felt scared. He leaned down and kissed me, though, and I was definitely wet for him. He took his cock in his hand, placed the tip against my delicate married womanhood, and began to push inside of me like a black burglar breaking inside a white man’s house. I felt myself being stretched wide, ripped open. There was some pain and I wondered if there was blood. It was like losing my virginity but this time it was for real. Real sex with a real man with a real cock, pushing himself inside of me and taking what he wanted, stretching out my insides for his pleasure. I was holding my breath with each thrust as he went deeper and impossibly deeper. Finally I felt his testicles pressing against my ass and the tip of his cock against my cervix. I felt proud that I’d managed to take all of him.
Tyrain fucked me good and hard. The whole experience was erotic, getting fucked in an old run down motel in North Carolina by two black guys, my friend Cady moaning in pleasure next to me. But physically it was amazing, too. His cock was so big and it felt amazing as it slid inside of me, touching me in places I’d never been touched before, rubbing my g-spot with each thrust. It was incredible feeling so full inside, like my white vagina was the perfect size for this black man’s beautiful cock. As we kissed, his big belly was rubbing against my stomach and it was tickling my clit, helping to bring me to three screaming orgasms. After the guys reached their climaxes, they got dressed and said goodbye.
We didn’t talk about what happened on the drive down to Georgia. I could tell that Cady was embarrassed about the whole thing when she said, “You know I was drunk, right?” There was no other mention of our stay in North Carolina. However, after visiting with her family in Georgia, on the way back we stopped again at the same hotel in North Carolina. We didn’t see Bubba and Tyrain again, but we met three new black guys and I had my first threesome of my life. It was amazing!
GOING BLACK IN THE GHETTO
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 perm
itted 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 wife Sydney and I moved to the New York area, we wanted to find something cheap enough to afford but close enough to work that I could get there in a reasonable amount of time. Ultimately we settled on Jersey City because it’s just outside NYC and there is public transportation (the PATH) to take us to the subway.
“This place is nice, Nate,” my wife said, as we looked over the apartment. It overlooked the Hudson River and supposedly had a view of the Statue of Liberty in the far distance on a clear day. The only downside was that Jersey City, while nice in places, was still pretty ghetto in large parts and had a very high violent crime rate. But Sydney was excited. “Let’s take it!”
Soon we were taking the PATH to the subway to work every day. Everything seemed fine for the first few months but then I noticed that our sex life was starting to dwindle. Sydney just didn’t seem as interested in sex as she had in the past. Normally we’d have sex once or twice a week but it had gotten down to one or twice a month. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, figuring that it was just a natural ebb and flow. But one day I came home from work early and I realized what was really going on.
I came through the doorway and I could hear music playing in the bedroom, along with some voices and some laughter. It was a man’s voice who sounded black and my wife’s voice. They weren’t talking loudly and even though the music wasn’t so loud, I couldn’t make out what they were saying. But the kitchen was dark. I slipped off my shoes, tiptoed over to the stove and looked over the counter.
The bedroom door was open and my wife was standing there holding a wine glass. Next to her was a tall, dark skinned black man wearing sweats and a t-shirt.
“It’s that sexy body of yours, Keldron,” Sydney said. She seemed a little tipsy.
“I think it’s that big black cock,” he replied.
She giggled and put a hand on his chest. “You know I love that big cock of yours.”
He kissed her and I saw her arms go up and around his broad shoulders, her empty glass still in her hand. They kissed passionately for a moment, then they both quickly took off their clothes. I was jealous at what I was seeing but my penis was hardening in my pants. Soon Sydney dropped to her knees and began sucking on her black lover’s cock. The window in the bedroom was wide open, with a beautiful view of the river in the background. The back of Keldron’s ripped body obstructed much of the view but I could see that his cock was very thick in her mouth and she had her eyes locked on his as she sucked on the first few inches of his cock. That cock had to be huge.
Then Sydney rose to her feet and she got on her hands and knees on the bed. They were fucking at an angle away from me, but I could see enough. “Oh God, it’s so good,” my wife moaned as he pushed that big cock inside of her. He was holding her hips and pushing himself in deeper and deeper. He spanked her hard and then pushed further. Sydney was groaning in pleasure at her black lover’s touch. When he was fully inside of her, he began to pound her at a furious pace, then reached forward and pulled her hair.
“You like that black cock?” he asked, slapping her ass.
“Oh yes,” she cooed. “It feels so good. So much better than my husband’s little pin prick.”
“Yeah, it fills you up all good and nice. It’s made for white pussy.”
I started to stroke my little penis in the kitchen as I huddled in the darkness, watching them make love. They switched to girl on top and she was fucking him nice and slow, and I had a nice view of her tits as she rode him. Even though it was dark, I tried to keep my head low so that if they looked my way they wouldn’t see me. Soon they switched to missionary and as they kissed, I saw his pinkish red tongue slipping inside my wife’s mouth as his thick cock pounded relentlessly inside of her.
“I’m gonna cum,” he said.
“Cum inside of me, baby,” Sydney moaned. She wrapped her legs around his, her arms around his back, pulling him close to her as he exploded, his body jerking as he flooded my wife’s womb with his seed. I was pulling on my penis the whole time and the sight of his climax caused me penis to shoot off, squirting juice against the kitchen cabinet.
I’ve never told Sydney what I saw that day. But I installed some cameras in the bedroom and now I have lots of videos of Sydney having hot sex with her black boyfriend. But what Keldron doesn’t know is that she’s sleeping with other guys, too. She has two other regulars, all black with large equipment, who she sees every week. There are other guys, too, but those appear to be mostly random hookups. I’m a little worried that she’s going to get a venereal disease and give it to me, but I’m so turned on by the situation that I’m more afraid to let her know what I know. Around me she acts like the perfect wife. And honestly, she really is!
SHE’S A COAL BURNER
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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Even before I’d met Lauren, I’d heard that she was a “coal burner.” That’s the term some of the guys use for a white woman who likes to sleep with black men. They called her other names like “slut” and “whore,” too, but I never had a problem with a woman enjoying her sexuality. What’s wrong with that?
When I met Lauren, she already had a toddler who was black. The biological father, Cedrick, had left her and their son right after he was born, so she had to raise the child alone. I didn’t have a problem with any of that. I loved her sexiness, her sexuality, and her openness to new things. Even though I normally like girls with no tattoos, I liked them on her. It just showed the way that she was honest about life and willing to do what she wants no matter what society thinks.
I asked her out and she accepted. “Sure, I’ll go out with you, Jackson,” she said. “But I’m also dating other people.” I was okay with that, figuring that it would only go on while we were getting to know each other. She was dating at least a handful of other guys and they were all black. Sometimes I’d see them driving away before I’d pull up to her house for our date. Other times I’d be going home for the night when one of her black lovers would arrive at her house.
Lauren was very open about her sexuality from the start. There was never any question that those black guys were having sex with her. Often times I’d see a tall, muscular black man leaving the house right as I was arriving. She’d take me right to the bedroom and we’d make love. She would always want me to eat her pussy first. I could see and taste her pussy filled with semen, and I could smell her lover’s scent and cologne on her. She would groan in pleasure, telling me that nobody eats her pussy like I do. Then she would return the favor, giving me a fantastic blowjob until I came in her mouth. She always swallows, too. One time she jokingly said that I’m hung like a chipmunk. Ever since, she calls me Chipmunk in the bedroom. “Your little penis is so much easier to blow than those black guys, Chipmunk,” she would say. “They’re so big that it’s uncomfortable for me.” (Honestly, I’m five inches so I’m pretty average I think. I can’t help it that her black lovers are hung like horses!) Sometimes, instead of having me finish in her mouth, Lauren would get on top of me and ride me. Just before I cum, she would move off
and jerk my shaft so that my load would squirt onto her lower belly.
When we got engaged, my family wasn’t too happy that I was marrying a woman with a black child. They’d also heard the rumors around town and didn’t think she was a good woman. But I told them that she’s a perfect woman and that I love her and trust her implicitly, and they would need to accept her if they want me in their life. And her black son was “our” child and I was raising him as my own.
People have now grown to accept us. Tara, my friend’s wife, actually introduced Lauren to Keraun, one of her favorite black lovers. She recently gave birth to a baby that we believe is Keraun’s child, though we’re not sure. We’ve been married for seven years and in that time she’s given birth to four babies, all black, and every time she was sleeping with more than one black guy at the time. She knows our oldest son was fathered by Cedrick but the other kids are anybody’s guess.
When we walk down the aisles at Wal-Mart, people give us some funny stares. A happily married white couple with five children, all black, looks a little strange. Sometimes Lauren will check out a good looking black guy and he’ll ask her out right in front of me, as she’s obviously open to having black lovers and she has a white husband to raise the children.
I’ve always wanted to watch Lauren having sex with her black lovers, but she’s never let me do it. Sometimes I sneak over near the bedroom door and listen, though. I’ve heard her moaning like a whore. “God you’re so big,” she says. “You feel so good inside of me.” I hear her cry out in climax, like she does when I eat her pussy. “Cum inside of me,” she begs them as they fill her with sperm. Later, when they towel off and leave, I know that she will spread those legs and present her creamy snatch to me. My penis gets so hard as I lick her pussy clean. Then she gives me an amazing blowjob. I squirt my load inside of her mouth and she swallows it, and gives me a big smile. “I love you, chipmunk!”