MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance
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CHILLING IN HIS BASEMENT
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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A few months ago, my friend Taylor was driving to the grocery store to pick up a couple things and I was riding shotgun.
“Hey, Chloe,” she asked. “Would it be okay if I stop by a friend’s house and buy some weed?”
“Sure,” I said. I love getting high as much as anyone. She turned down the street on the right and went down bumpy dirt roads until she reached a house in the back of the neighborhood. The house looked pretty new but it was one of those manufactured houses, so it had a kind of flimsy look to it. She pulled in the gravel driveway and we both walked past the fence and around back.
“He has his own entrance,” Taylor said, smiling. We walked down the stairs to the basement. It was dark and the sweet smell of marijuana filled the air. At the far end of the basement was a couch and a couple chairs, and sitting in a chair was a tall black guy with a bandana on his head, sitting playing a video game.
“Hi, Trey,” Taylor said.
“Hey, babe. You want a hit on this?” He had an hookah filled with weed and an open bottle of Jack Daniels with a shot glass. We each took a shot of Jack and then sucked on the hookah.
Taylor, sitting on the couch next to me, held the smoke in her for a long time. Then she slowly let it out of her nose. “I was hoping you might have a dub for me.” The shit was good and it was hitting me hard.
He nodded. “Sure, I have some good shit. You got the money?”
“No, I’ll hit you back next week.”
He shook his head and paused his game. “You know I don’t play like that. It’s cash or ass.”
Taylor looked at me, her arms crossed. “Can you loan me some cash?”
“All I have is my debit card.”
Trey was looking me up and down, and seemed to like what he saw. “What’s your name?” he asked.
“Chloe.”
He nodded. “Have you ever seen a black man’s cock before? I’ll give you two dubs for a blowjob.”
I folded my arms. “I’m engaged to be married,” I said. “I’m not going to cheat on Evan.”
“It ain’t cheating, baby. You ain’t married yet. Besides, everybody knows that eating ain’t cheating.” He stood up and pulled down his sweatpants and underwear. In his left hand was a semi-erect cock that was huge, way bigger than Evan’s or the boys I’d been with. “You don’t want to get married without every trying this, do you?”
I knew I really shouldn’t but I was high and one thing just led to another. I got down on my knees on the shag carpet and began to suck on his cock.
“You go girl!” Taylor said. “Suck that black cock!”
The thing was huge but I played it off like I’d done it a million times. I flicked my tongue over the head, then suck on the few inches I could take inside while I tugged on the rest of the shaft. I also played with his balls. Trey was groaning like mad.
“Yeah, bitch. You suck that fucking black dick. You take that cock in your mouth.”
I pulled off my shirt and jeans, down to just my purple leopard-print bra and panties. I was getting so turned on by Trey’s ripped body and big cock, and I figured that I’d already gone this far so I might as well go all the way. I got back on my knees but he immediately pulled me back up.
“No, that’s good.” He leaned down and kissed me, unhooking my bra and pulling down my panties. “I want to fuck you like a dog.” He bent me over the side of the couch with Taylor still sitting there on the other cushion watching me.
“It feels really good,” Taylor said, her eyes wide and smiling big. “I love his cock.”
Trey’s hands caressed my body and played with my tits, and then I felt his cockhead pressing against my slick, wet pussy. I felt him press inside and I gasped at his size. “Wow,” I said. “Oh my.” He kept pushing it in a bit deeper with each thrust. “Wow, that’s good.” It really felt amazing. I’d been worried that it might hurt but it didn’t at all. There was just pleasurable pressure all along the inside of my vagina as he filled me, his manhood slipping deeper and deeper. When I felt his head tap against my cervix, I put a hand behind me and pushed back against him.
“Too deep,” I said.
“All right, baby. I’ll be careful.”
He started thrusting faster, deep but not hitting my cervix. I was feeling the most incredible pleasure. I felt really awkward with Taylor staring right at me, and I felt better when she finally went back to sucking on the hookah. That big cock was rubbing against my clit with each thrust and soon I couldn’t help but moan loudly. “Oh God…. Fuck it’s good… I’m cumming!” The orgasm was strong, intense, and I blacked out for a moment.
When I came to, I felt Trey’s hands on my hips, holding me tightly as he pounded hard and deep. The tip was hitting my cervix. It hurt and I bit my lip, trying not to cry.
“I’m cumming, bitch. I’m cumming, you slutty little whore!” He pushed in deep and I felt his cock pulsating as he shot his sperm deep inside of me, right into my womb. He was pushing against my ass cheeks with hard little thrusts, and my face was down in the cushion. After a moment, he finally finished and pulled out of me with a little “plop” sound. He pulled up his jogging pants, wiped his forehead off, and said to Taylor, “I’ll get you the bags.” He walked through the door behind him while I put back on my bra and panties, then my jeans and shirt. He came back out with two bags of weed.
“Your pussy is nice and tight,” Trey said, smiling at me. “Real wet, too. That’s good shit.”
I kissed him and told him that it was a one-time thing because I had a fiancee.
“Yeah, we’ll see about that.”
After having been with him, having sex with my fiancée really wasn’t any good anymore. I realized just how small Evan’s penis was compared to other guys, and I found myself needing more than he had to offer. I thought about going back to see Trey for more action but then I started to feel nauseated. You guessed it, I was pregnant. Although Evan is responsible and uses condoms whenever I’m fertile, they aren’t one hundred percent and I’m definitely hoping that Evan is the father. We’re getting married next month and I’ll be six months pregnant. I’d hate to have a black baby and have to explain to Evan and his family how it happened. But that’s what happened when you mix alcohol and weed!
BLACK AND BRITISH
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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From the time that I’d met him, I’d always been faithful to my husband Joe. He’s a really good guy and a great provider, and I’d thought that our sex life was a little ho-hum but satisfactory. That all changed, though, when I was taking our young son to the YMCA for swim lessons. I m
et the swim class instructor and I was totally enamored by him.
“Hi Alyssa,” the twenty-five-year-old black man said in a gorgeous British accent, shaking my hand as he stood there dripping wet and wearing nothing but a speedo. “My name is Terrance. I am the instructor for this class.”
“Pleasure to meet you,” I said. And it was. The thing that really struck me, aside from the large bulge in the front of his speedo, was his accent. I loved everything about him – the fact that he was a couple years older than me, his dark black skin, his trimmed facial hair, his tall muscular body, his handsome face – but I really just have a thing for a foreign man’s accent. It’s not ladylike for a married woman to fawn over a man like that but that’s exactly what I was doing. I felt wetness between my legs, my body instinctively easing the way for this beautiful black man to put his manhood inside of me.
As I sat up in the stands watching him, I loved the way that he seemed like a father to the children. It made him seem even more attractive to me. And I loved watching his ripped body moving through the water. I certainly had no intention of cheating on Joe but I didn’t see any harm in looking. There were other mothers there, too, and we all traded naughty comments as we admired the handsome instructor.
Over the course of the semester, I would always come and watch the swim lessons. Most of the time at the end, Terrance would find a reason to walk up to me to chat about my son’s progress. We also spoke about things outside of the swim class, and he said he found me quite attractive. Honestly, I’d managed to get rid of the baby weight and to regain my girlish figure, and I’d never had any difficulty attracting attention from men so I wasn’t surprised that the attraction was mutual.
At one point near the end of the semester, though, Terrance said he would like to speak with me privately about my son’s progress. He called over one of the female instructors who watched the children while we went back to his office. I wondered what exactly he might have to say.
As soon as we were behind the door, he locked it and turned and put his hands around my waist. “Alyssa, you are so beautiful. I must have you.” He began kissing me and I felt his cock pressing against my waist. My pussy was wet, my clit tingling with excitement, as our tongues danced. The windows to the room were turquoise and opaque, so nobody could see in. The only thing that concerned me was that I’d gone off the pill. Joe and I were using condoms for birth control until we were ready for the next baby. I counted the days since my last period started and it was two weeks and three days. It couldn’t have been a worse time as far as the risk of pregnancy was concerned.
“I’m not on birth control,” I told him. “Do you have a condom?”
He shook his head. “That’s okay. I’ll pull out before I come.”
He quickly removed my dress, then my bra and panties. When he removed his speedo and I saw his cock, I was stunned. His cock was huge! I wasn’t sure that I could take all of that inside of me. My husband’s penis is less than five inches fully erect and nowhere near that thick – this thing looked like a fire hose! He led me over to the couch and we got into the sixty-nine. The couch was uncomfortable but I loved feeling his tongue on my pussy, and I enjoyed sucking on his cock. I used the technique I’d learned from a girlfriend, sticking out my fingers to brush against his testicles as I slowly jerked the bottom of his shaft while I sucked the top. It was hard taking something so large in my mouth but I did the best I could.
“Okay, get up,” he said. He pulled me to my feet and bent me over the couch. I really prefer missionary with my husband but with Terrance this seemed so dirty that I really liked it. He was fucking me like and animal, like a horse when that big cockhead began pushing its way inside of my slippery vaginal walls. I knew it was wrong to cheat on Joe but it felt so good as he pushed himself inside, deeper and deeper. I moaned and reached back beneath me, rubbing my clit. As he fucked me, the couch was banging against the wall and his balls were slapping against my ass. It didn’t take me long before I came hard, my pussy clenching around his mighty schlong and bathing it with girl cream. I was almost at a second one when he rolled me over onto my back.
“I’m so hot for you, Alyssa. You are so pretty,” he said, then leaned in to kiss me. My neck was at a weird angle against the couch and it hurt as he was pounding into me, but I tried to ignore it. His body was so strong, so beautiful and dark against my fair skin. Soon I erupted into a strong orgasm and I saw stars, nearly passing out. I heard Terrance grunt himself and he pushed in deep, then collapsed on top of me.
Suddenly I realized what had happened. “Oh my God, Terrance. Did you just cum inside of me?”
“Yes,” he said sheepishly. “Sorry.” He got up and put on his speedo. “I’m sure you’ll be fine.” Then he walked out of the office. I got dressed, fuming and worrying about what might happen. As sexy as he was, and as hot as the thought of having his baby might be, I had a white husband and I didn’t want to fuck up my marriage.
Sure enough, a few weeks later I was late and a pregnancy test confirmed it. I confessed to Joe what had happened and I asked him what he wanted me to do. He was angry at first but also turned on, and he wanted to know all the details, like the size of Terrance’s cock and how amazing it felt inside of me. I didn’t want to share because I didn’t want to hurt him, but he insisted. And then he masturbated. To his credit, he was mature about it and after a long conversation, we agreed that I should have the baby and that Joe should raise the baby as his own. Eight months later, I gave birth to a beautiful, healthy black boy. Two years after that, I had second baby (my husband’s) and got my tubes tied.
I’m lucky that my husband was so understanding about it. People often ask us if we adopted our black son and I tell them that it’s my biological son. They give us strange looks but most people don’t ask too many questions. Joe is a great dad to all three of our children and our family couldn’t be any better if we all had the same skin tone.
UNABLE TO STAY
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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Ever since we were kids, I’d always had a crush on Lily , a beautiful blonde girl who lived in the front part of the neighborhood. Growing up in small town Indiana, I had a pretty normal childhood and like every boy, I had a girl I was sweet on. I would see Lily on the school bus and wish that I could be her boyfriend. She was such a sweet girl, so beautiful, and everybody liked her. Her mother was a school teacher at the elementary school on the far side of town and her father was an electrician, and they always seemed so nice when I saw them at school functions. I felt it was our destiny to be together.
Unfortunately, although Lily liked me as a friend, she didn’t look at me as a boyfriend. “You’re such a nice guy, Ben,” she said one day, standing by her locker. “But there needs to be chemistry. I need to feel passion. Don’t you understand?” Even though I said I understood, I really hoped that she would change her mind.
When we were seniors in high school, I thought I lost her forever. She met a guy named Nolan, a black guy who was visiting from Germany. I’d heard a lot of the girls talking about how handsome Nolan was and how they all wished he would be their boyfriend, but I’d never met him. Then one day I saw him playing high school basketball. Our team, the Trojans, got crushed by the Gorillas, the team from two towns over, and their star player was none other than Nolan, a tall muscular guy wi
th dark black skin. I saw Lily in the stands, watching him with rapt attention, as he manhandled our team.
I don’t know how the two of the them met but soon I heard the rumor that they were dating. I asked her about it and she confirmed it. “It’s true,” Lily said with a big smile. “Nolan is my boyfriend.” I’d heard rumors that Nolan was quite a stud and never was faithful to any of his girlfriends but I didn’t want to bring that up to her. I just told her that I was happy for her. My friend Jack said he’d heard from Nolan that Lily was really wild in bed, that she loved sucking on his big black cock, that her favorite position was doggy style and she liked to have her ass spanked, and that she was incredibly orgasmic from Nolan’s big cock. I wondered if that was true but I never brought it up. She seemed like such a sweet girl, it just didn’t seem right to me.
After we graduated, I went to college about a half hour away. I was only there for a semester when Lily told me that she was moving to Germany. She said that it was Nolan had a criminal record and now had a warrant out for his arrest. He was going to return to Germany and then switch his name on his passport to his mother’s last name so that they could return back to Indiana without getting arrested. I wasn’t sure that it would work but I gave her a hug and wished her the best.
I didn’t hear from Lily for years. During my college experience, I didn’t manage to get a girlfriend. I went to some parties but I never really clicked with a girl. Part of it was probably my lack of game but also I just kept thinking of Lily.
After graduating with my computer science degree, I got a job with a technology company in Indianapolis. I worked there for a year and was doing great, but my love life was still lacking. That’s when I saw Lily send me a request on social media. I accepted her request and I learned that she had just returned to the States and was living with her parents. Nolan decided to stay in Germany and her visa ran out, and Nolan wouldn’t marry her. She had no choice but to return to the United States. She said that she missed me and she wanted to see me. I agreed.