MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  When we met for lunch at Panera, I noticed that there was a little spark between us. The conversation flowed freely and she seemed to look at me like a man now, not just a brother. At the end I asked if I could see her again. She agreed and we kissed.

  As we started dating, I learned that her life had changed. While she was in Germany, she’d had three sons by Nolan and her kids were at her parents’ house. I met them and they seemed like great kids. Lily explained that she’d thought that Nolan would marry her, especially with three kids, but he just kept refusing. He was working off the books for his uncle so he wouldn’t need to pay child support. I swelled with pride, realizing that I could provide where the deadbeat Nolan fell short. I could step up to the plate and take care of her children.

  After we dated for three months, Lily and I finally had sex. She insisted that I wear a condom, which I was fine with. Frankly I would have been happy to wear a raincoat and galoshes if that was what it would take to be with Lily! I remembered the rumors that Jack had told me years ago and worried that my four-and-a-half inch penis wouldn’t satisfy her. But she didn’t give me a blowjob, so I started to believe that the rumors weren’t true and she just wasn’t that kind of girl. When we had sex she seemed a little uncertain of what was wrong and asked me to try pushing in harder and faster. I tried but it was clear from the look on her face that something wasn’t quite right. I’d jerked off that morning so I was able to last a good ten minutes before cumming. Lily didn’t orgasm but she smiled and said that it was okay, that she didn’t need an orgasm to enjoy our lovemaking.

  We were having sex pretty much once a week and I was burning through those condoms. The more experience I got, the more I started to wonder about those rumors. Lily admitted to me that her favorite position was doggy style and she liked to have her ass spanked. I tried that and she seemed to like it, but again acted like something was wrong and asked me to thrust harder and faster. I did as she asked but she still seemed unsatisfied. I asked her what was wrong and she just smiled condescendingly, saying, “Don’t worry about it, Ben. It’s fine. You’re doing the best you can with what you have.”

  We had dated for just under a year when I proposed, and we got married the next summer. I adopted her three boys and I consider them my children. Lily and I are now thirty-eight years old. I’ve been using condoms every time since we first started dating. Although I wanted to try for a baby, Lily said that she didn’t want to go back to changing diapers and three kids is enough. I told her that I wanted to take her bareback and she understood. Three months ago she got her tubes tied and I’ve finally got the chance to take her raw. It feels just amazing having my penis bare inside of Lily and I have to struggle to last even a few minutes. I’m having the best sex of my life and I couldn’t be any happier!

  SABBATICAL FROM MARRIAGE

  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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  “Okay Alexis, fine,” Jim said, exasperated as we talked in the bathroom. He’d just had his shower and was wearing only a towel. “I don’t understand why our love life isn’t good enough for you, but if--”

  “It’s fine,” I replied. “I never said--”

  “But if you feel that you need to sleep with other guys and get it out of your system, fine. You can have a sabbatical for a year.”

  “What’s a sabbatical?”

  “It means you’re free of your responsibilities for a year. You can act like a single woman. Date whomever you want. Live out your fantasies.”

  “Thank you, honey,” I said, giving him a kiss. He’s such a great guy, so understanding. We’d married young because I was so afraid that I would end up alone, without a family. But now we were in our mid-twenties with a three year old daughter and I was worried that I had missed out on all the fun and adventure. Your twenties should be your time to try new experiences, to date new people like my friends were doing. Instead I was with the same guy I’d been with since we’d started dating in college. Sure, Jim was a great husband and a wonderful father but I felt that I really needed to try other men to fully appreciate him – and to feel that I hadn’t wasted the best years of my life being married.

  I had a friend, Tasha, who was an active dater. She had a number of guys that she sees, one guy in particular named Mike who she says is great in bed, but a few other guys that she sleeps with when Mike isn’t available. She’d always said that her relationships were just physical and she knows that Mike sleeps with other women. I kind of hinted that maybe I could have Mike as my first extramarital encounter but she surprised me by getting offended. “That’s disgusting,” she said. “I’m not dating the same guys you date.”

  But Tasha had somebody for me. She knew a guy Chad who had dated her sister a few years back. “He’s not boyfriend material. He rides a motorcycle, drinks a lot and uses drugs. He was violent and they had to break up because of safety issues. But he’s great in bed.” She showed me a picture of Chad sitting on his bike and he did look dangerous, a middle-aged guy with a strong jaw, black t-shirt and tattoos, but he also looked very attractive. I told her that I’d like to meet him. She gave me his number and I agreed to meet him at O’Malley’s.

  When I saw Chad walk into the bar, I was totally attracted to him. His handsome but rugged face, his swagger in his walk and his confidence were huge turn-ons. I knew that I was going to sleep with him. We had some drinks and he drove me on the back of his bike to his apartment. I was scared to ride with somebody who had been drinking but he managed to get us there safely. His apartment was totally a bachelor’s pad but I didn’t really care. We immediately started removing our clothes and soon I was sucking on his cock. It wasn’t that much bigger than my husbands, between six and seven inches, but his body was muscular and well-toned. When we had sex, he didn’t kiss me but he had just a great rhythm in fucking. I played with my clit while he fucked me and he brought me to three orgasms. I’m not sure it was even so much what he did but just the way he did it, or maybe because he’s older, or just that he’s so goddamn sexy. Whatever it was, he brought me to orgasm with ease. I told him that I definitely wanted to see him regularly. Soon I was seeing him once or twice a week.

  Not long after meeting him, I was hit on by a guy at the supermarket. He was a black guy named Freddie. He was in his thirties and married. He wasn’t wearing a wedding ring but I could see the mark on his finger. When I pointed it out to him, he said that his wife is stationed overseas and she’ll be gone for another year. “We have an understanding,” Freddie said, shrugging. “I don’t ask her and she doesn’t ask me. It works for us.”

  He was very charming and handsome, even though about ten pounds overweight, and I was curious about being with a black guy. I gave him my number and the next week I went over to his house to watch a movie. We didn’t watch much of the movie, though – soon he was kissing my neck. My pussy was awash with cunt cream, I wanted him to bad, especially after feeling his cock through his jeans. It felt huge and I couldn’t wait to get his pants off. His cock was as big as I’d hoped. I didn’t measure it but I wouldn’t be surprised if it were nine inches long and very thick. When he stuck it inside of me, I totally loved the way it felt inside of me. The way it slipped easily inside of my soaking wet pussy while stretching me to the max just felt heavenly. We fucked in every position imaginable and I had four intense orgasms. When we were finishe
d, my pussy felt warm and sore, and my clit was throbbing. I soon started seeing him a couple times a week, too.

  Although my needs were largely satisfied by Chad and Freddie, I wanted variety and needed to experience everything that the dating world had to offer. I used Tinder to meet guys just for hooking up, sometimes one night stands and others became regular fuck buddies of mine. Each guy was different with different strengths and specialties, like Kevin who loves to eat pussy and Caleb who likes to pull my hair and spank my ass while fucking me from behind. All of them are different and I loved them all.

  Of course, I didn’t have any sex with my husband during the year. We were pretending that I was a single woman so he contented himself by jerking off to my stories of sexual escapades. On some occasions I would bring home a guy and let Jim watch us fuck. I always made an effort to moan and groan extra loud for him, giving him a good show. I’d maintain eye contact with him while I sucked on my lover’s cock, and then while I was getting fucked I’d tell my lover how much better in bed his is than my husband, and how much bigger and better his cock felt inside of me. Jim’s little weiner would just come alive from that, his penis rock hard and oozing precum as he watched and listened, then he would jerk on his little stub until it squirted down his fingers. Afterwards he liked to lick my pussy clean, which I permitted him because I enjoyed it, too. But no intercourse for him for the year, that was the rule.

  When the year was over, I felt sad that I was going to have to return to our normal, boring married life. But I was thankful to have had the opportunity to try everything that’s out there. I managed to work in sixty-seven guys over the course of the year, and I did it without contracting any diseases even though most of the guys went bare. But there was one little reminder – near the end of my sabbatical, I got pregnant. I don’t know the name of the father or even the race of the baby, but I know that Jim is totally supportive and ready to help raise our second child. We’d always decided we would have two kids so it wasn’t really a problem for us. When the baby is born, Jim has agreed to get a vasectomy so this will be our last child - unless, of course, Jim is willing to let me have another crack at freedom and there’s another accident. Yeah, it’s probably asking for too much but you can’t blame a girl for hoping, can you?

  BELLA’S BLACK BULL

  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 Bella. When I was in high school, I was a cheerleader for the football team. The most popular player on the team was Tremaine, the wide receiver. He was handsome, tall, strong with broad shoulders, just a perfect black specimen. Everybody had a crush on him but he was very popular, getting all the girls numbers. I knew he liked me, too – he has a thing for white girls, especially blondes like me – but we never did anything more than flirt.

  Being a pretty girl myself, I also attracted a lot of interest. One in particular was a boy named Nate. He was a little short and not very athletic, but he made the football team as a backup. (From what I heard, he was so eager and such a hard worker that they let him on the team, even though he wasn’t good enough to play.) I wasn’t all that attracted to Nate physically, even though he was a nice guy, so I turned down his advances. But when he asked me again in college, I agreed and I realized that I liked being his girlfriend. When we were seniors, we became engaged to be married. But something happened that made me question everything.

  I was cheering at the college level when our team played against Ohio State. A little school like ours doesn’t often get that chance in those games but it gets us attention and the players say that it’s a learning experience. The other team was filled with big, athletic, dominant black players while our team was filled with noticeably smaller and less-talented white kids. The game ended 63-0.

  What made the game so great for me is that my old love interest Tremaine was the star wide receiver for the Buckeyes, just as he’d been at high school. It was amazing to watch him play at the college level. He humiliated our cornerbacks, instinctively knowing where the ball would be. He outran, outreached and just plain outclassed our team.

  That night, after the game, I got a call from Tremaine.

  “Hey baby,” he said. “I saw you on the sidelines at the game. You still have that amazing body.” He asked if we could meet up at a popular bar on Main Street.

  “Sure,” I replied. “But I’m engaged to be married. Do you remember Nate?”

  “From high school football? That little scrawny dude?” He laughed. “Yeah, he was always into you. I guess now he’s really into you.”

  We both laughed at that. But the truth is that we were waiting for marriage to have sex. Although I’d slept with quite a few guys during high school and college, I’d managed to keep that quiet. Nate thought that I had only had sex once. I’d been on the pill since I was in high school and I’d only recently gone off, with the expectation that we’d try to get pregnant on our wedding night the next summer.

  We sat at the bar on the second floor, looking down on the street. Tremaine told me that he’d always wished that we’d dated because there was a strong connection between us. I didn’t say it out loud but I knew it was true – I never felt the kind of raw sexual attraction to another man that I’d felt with Tremaine. But my parents were conservative and I grew up in a conservative all-white church, and I was pretty sure that they wouldn’t approve of that kind of relationship even if they couldn’t admit it. He invited me back to his motel room to talk further.

  I felt Tremaine brush his leg against mine. I wasn’t sure what to do but I didn’t move. He leaned in for a kiss. I hesistated, knowing it was wrong because I was engaged. Maybe I wasn’t thinking straight because of the two strong Mai Tais. But my body yearned, ached for a man like Tremaine and I kissed him. I loved feeling his tongue penetrate my mouth, thrusting inside of me as our mouths made love. He put his powerful hands gently on my thigh, up my waist and under my shirt. My pussy was so wet I felt like I’d pissed my pants, and my clit was erect and tingling. Society said it was wrong but my body knew that it was right. It was so right, so very natural, and I didn’t need to fight it. I didn’t want to fight it.

  “Get a room,” a guy down the bar said.

  “That’s a great idea,” Tremaine said. “Let’s go next door.”

  We walked down the block to a cheap motel and he got us a room. Once inside, Tremaine took off his shirt, exposing his gorgeous ripped body and broad shoulders, then removed his jeans. I walked up behind to him, put my hands around his stomach and began kissing his neck. He turned around and began kissing me while unbuttoning my shirt. Soon I was laying on the bed in just my panties, kissing tenderly as we enjoyed the build-up. Tremaine’s cock was obviously large and straining against his underwear. I pulled back the elastic, reached down and felt his massive manhood. I’d been with some boys with eight inch cocks before but this one was an inch or two larger, not to mention much thicker.

  Although we were waiting for marriage I had given Nate some handjobs and I knew that his penis was only about four inches long and about as big around as a hot dog. Tremaine’s equipment was so much bigger, so much greater, that they couldn’t even be compared.

  “I really need to feel you inside of me,” I said, stroking the shaft of his weapon.

  He pulled off his underwear, then got in between my legs. I lifted my hips off the bed
and he pulled off my panties. He put his mouth on my pussy and licked it. I started to moan but then it ended just as quickly. He moved up on top of me, aimed his thick, turgid cock at my entrance and pushed inside. “Oh God,” I moaned, and began to climax within seconds. It filled me fully, almost too much, as he slid deep inside of me, in and out. He was pounded deep inside of me and bringing me intense pleasure with his perfectly-sized penis. It was like he’d been created especially for me, like his manhood was destined for my womanhood.

  He gave me three intense orgasms before we switched to doggy style, where he gave me two more. Finally I could tell by his breathing that his climax was nearing. “Do it, baby,” I pleaded. “Cum inside of me, Tremaine. Fill me with your sperm.” He was pounding harder, incredibly fast, his hands holding firmly on my hips. Then I felt him reach up and grab my hair. He pulled my head back hard and it hurt a bit, only enhancing the pleasure between my legs. Finally he grunted and pushed in deep, followed by short thrusts as he shot everything he had inside of me. I knew I was fertile and unprotected, and although I know it’s wrong, I truly hoped that he was giving me a baby. We kissed for a while on the bed, then we got dressed and left.

  A few weeks later, I learned that my prayer had been answered. I learned that I’d gotten pregnant from my encounter with Tremaine. I confessed everything to Nate, who was obviously very hurt but he forgave me. He wanted to know all the details, including Tremaine’s cock size and how it felt inside of me. I told him everything because he insisted, even though I knew I was humiliating him by comparison. But he seemed to want to know the details and he masturbated after hearing them.

  Our wedding is next month. I’m seven months pregnant with a boy and I’ll look a little silly wearing all white, but that’s what girls do these days. Nate and his family have accepted the situation. He’s going to raise the baby as his own. He’s such a great guy! Honestly, there are a lot of guys raising kids who aren’t their biological children, whether step parents or guys who don’t even know. At least Nate knows the situation and he’s man enough to be a father to our baby – a gift that lasts a lifetime.