MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance
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ANYTHING FOR SCIENCE
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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“It’s the only way, Chris,” I said to my husband. “Guys aren’t just going to whip out their dicks for measurement. The smaller guys won’t feel comfortable showing their penises unless they’re dating a girl. You understand that, right?”
Of course he did. Chris was always embarrassed that his penis was just under five inches long. I’d had a few bigger guys before I met him but I’d never complained about it, and he was always able to get me off using his tongue. I needed to randomly test one hundred black men to find out their penis size to see if it’s true that black men have larger packages.
“Natalie, you know I believe in science. I just don’t like the idea of you having sex with other guys. Especially black guys with big dicks. What if they’re better than me?”
“Oh honey, they could never be better than you. What we have is special. Our love life is special because we love each other. It’s always the best when you’re with the person you love. I probably won’t orgasm. I doubt I’ll enjoy it at all.”
I had trouble not laughing when I said that. Clearly it was bullshit but Chris seemed to buy it.
“Okay, honey,” he said, giving me a peck on the cheek. “For science.”
I had the list of black students at the nearby college and I removed the female names from the list. Then I went through the material and began looking at their pictures. At first I thought I should just select the best looking guys – they shouldn’t be any bigger or smaller than the less attractive guys, right? – but then I realized that I needed to do this randomly. I selected two hundred black men out of the list and figured that, as some would have girlfriends or otherwise be unavailable, it would be enough for me to get one hundred samples. I sent out my first batch of ten emails and was surprised that all ten guys replied. The first to reply was a guy named Owen.
“Yeah, I’ll meet with you. What’s this about?” he asked.
“I’ll explain everything when you get here.” I told him that I was working out of my home office. He was able to meet me between classes, while my husband was at work and our children were at school. He arrived at my house wearing blue jeans and a hoodie, with a blackpack over his shoulders.
I walked up to the door wearing a silk black robe. Underneath I was wearing lacey red lingerie. I opened the door and his eyes widened.
“Come in,” I said. He followed inside. At thirty-six, this college boy looked so young to me but also so delicious. I took him by his hand and led him to our bedroom. “We’ll do this in the bedroom.” When we got to my bedroom, I asked him to put down his backpack and take off his hoodie, and he did.
“I’m conducting a scientific experiment to see the average penis size of black males.”
He smiled and nodded slightly. “Jeez. Yeah, so that’s what this is about?”
“Mmm hmm.” I walked up to him and put my hands around him. “How do you feel about that?” I could feel his cock pressing against my crotch.
“I’m good with that,” he said. He began kissing me and taking off his shirt and jeans. Then he removed my robe and admired my lingerie. Although I was quite a bit older than him, he seemed to like what he saw.
“Damn, you look beautiful,” he said.
“Thanks, handsome,” I replied. I pulled down his briefs and freed his cock. I was surprised to see its size. It was definitely very long and thick. I grabbed the measuring tape. After giving licking and tugging on it, I was satisfied that it was full length. It came out to 8.8 inches long.
“Excellent,” I said, beaming. “It’s a beauty.”
After that, we had sex on my marital bed. He wasn’t very sophisticated, just missionary and doggy style, but he was young. I totally enjoyed the feeling of his big cock inside of me. It filled me fully, and I had three orgasms before walking him out the door.
An hour later, my second prospect arrived. Rashaad was really thin and wore glasses, and he studying to be an engineer. He told me that he’d only been with black girls and he’d always wanted to try a white girl, and he really liked blondes. He measured at just 7.6 inches and not as thick as Owen, but he did a great job of eating my pussy, giving me three orgasms that way. Unfortunately, he only lasted a minute inside of me before coming. He was embarrassed but I told him that he did a great job and I was quite satisfied. I walked him out the door and then took a shower.
That evening, when Chris came home from work, he wanted to know all the details. Even though his penis is tiny, I could see the bulge in his pants. We normally have sex at night but the kids were out of the house and he was so horny that we went to bed right then. He went crazy eating my pussy, licking and sucking like a wild man. He was disappointed that he couldn’t see any semen in there. I told him that I’d showered.
“From now on, I don’t want you to shower,” he said, looking up from between my legs. “I want you to take you when you’re still filled with their cum.”
I agreed. Chris then mounted me and lasted only a couple of minutes before losing control inside of me. I then pulled out my vibrator and got myself off.
That’s how it went as I met with the black college boys. Often I would have sex with two or three of them in a day and take my measurements, then Chris would come home and immediately ravish my cum-soaked body. In just three months I got my full sample. Some of the guys were very large and some quite small, with average coming out to just 7.1 inches. That’s bigger than white guys but not by as much as I’d imagined.
“You know, honey,” Chris said, as we cuddled in bed after sex not long after I’d finished my test. “You didn’t really test black men. You tested college black men. I mean, don’t you think that it’s possible that the guys who go to college have smaller packages than regular guys? Maybe they are going to school to make more money to compensate for what they’re lacking?”
“You mean like you did?” I asked with a smile, holding hubby’s shriveled little white penis between my fingers. “Show the girls that you have something to offer?”
“I’m serious,” he said. “You need to sample a hundred black guys who didn’t go to college and see if there’s a difference.”
I think he just loved knowing that his sweet wife was fucking well-hung black men, and wanted to eat more cum from my pussy. But he did have a point.
ALL GOOD THINGS END
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 don’t understand,” I said to my friend Teri. “It just doesn’t feel as good as I thought it would. Cameron is an attentive lover and really tries but I never orgasm with him.” We were both virgins when we met and I figured that we just didn’t kn
ow what we were doing.
“Let me ask you, Taylor,” she said. “How big is his penis?”
I held my fingers up about three inches apart and scowled. “Not very big. He’s smaller erect than I thought a guy would be soft.”
Teri looked shocked. “Oh my! If I’m dating a guy I’d always check to see his penis size first. If he’s small, we’re not having sex. I just walk out of there and he never hears from me again. Damn… Well, that’s your problem. You married a guy with a small penis.”
“So there’s nothing we can do about it?”
“He should learn to eat pussy, that’s for sure. But no, you’re not going to get pleasure from intercourse with a guy who’s that small.” Then her eyes lit up. “You need a guy like Akuma!”
Akuma was an African guy who worked for Cameron’s company and he was staying with us for two weeks. One time I’d noticed him walking out of the shower and his cock went most of the way down his leg toward his knees, and I told Teri about it. She said that she’s dated a few black guys and they had large packages. Akuma was attracted to me and he hit on my a couple of times but I always turned him away.
“Well, I’m a married woman.”
“You need to ask your husband,” she said. “Sit him down and explain to him that he’s not big enough to satisfy you and you want to try Akuma.”
I followed her advice. When I talked with Cameron about it over dinner. I explained to him that I loved him and that I think he’s the most wonderful husband in the world, but I need to experience sex with a man with a large penis. I told him that I wanted to have sex with Akuma and I felt like I was going to end up sleeping with another man at some point because I’m unsatisfied, but I didn’t want to cheat on him. I wanted his permission and blessing.
Cameron seemed hurt by this but we talked about it. He admitted that he has a small penis and he knows he’s not bringing me to orgasm in bed. He expressed his concern that I might fall in love and I pointed out that he was only in the country for one more week, so he had nothing to worry about. I also assured him that I would still have sex with him. In the end, we agreed that it was the right thing for our relationship.
That night I slept with Akuma for the first time. It was so amazing – his dark black skin against my white body, his tall strong body against my soft body – but everything he did was different from Cameron, even just the way he kissed. It was great. I wasn’t very experienced at giving a blowjob but I was so turned on by the size of his cock that I fingered myself while sucking him. After a few minutes of that he bent me over and fucked me like a dog. I can’t do that position with my husband because he can’t penetrate me and thrust in and out with slipping out every time, but there wasn’t a problem with Akuma. It was like spending years cutting through a watermelon with a butter knife and finally getting the chance to use the right tool for the job. My pussy was dripping wet for him as he pressed that mighty black cockhead against the delicate folds of my womanhood and pushed himself inside. The feeling of his cock slipping inside of me was a revelation. “This is sex,” I thought. “I’m finally having real sex.”
My pussy was fully filled. With Cameron sex was so awkward, like a small child slipping his hand inside of an adult-sized glove, impossibly trying to make do. But with Akuma’s thick cock it felt so natural, and even though I felt some discomfort when the head of his cock touched my cervix, I loved knowing that I was truly filled, both in length and width. My pussy was a like a woman dying of thirst that had finally gotten a large glass of pure water. The physical sensations were amazing, and just knowing that I was being fucked on my husband’s bed by a strong black man sent me over the edge.
“Oh God, I’m cumming,” I wailed as incredible sensations of pleasure shot through my body. It felt different than using my vibrator, and I could feel my pussy contracting around his black cock, as if my body were trying to milk him to extract his precious seed. He then flipped me over and we fucked in the missionary position. I lifted my legs up and wrapped them around his coal black body, kissing him wildly as that thick battering ram pounded my pussy. I had two more orgasms before he reached his climax, and I began to orgasm as well. I could feel a fluttering sensation in my uterus, and I knew my body was sucking up his sperm, carrying his millions of sperm to my egg. After he came he collapsed next to me, and we kissed for a while until he fell asleep. After a few minutes he woke up and returned to the guest room.
I didn’t have sex with my husband that night, but I told him we would the next day. In fact, that morning I woke him up with a blowjob and switched over to a handjob, telling him all the details of my encounter with Akuma. I could tell that what I was telling him was getting him rock hard. I felt bad to hurt his feelings but it was clearly turning him on, and he wanted all the details about how much better Akuma’s cock felt and how much more attracted I was to my black lover than Cameron. He only lasted a few minutes before his little stub popped off, shooting about six inches into the air twice. “Wow,” I said, still masturbating him with my hands as his juice drooled from shriveling penis, “you really made a big boy mess!” Then I went to the bathroom and washed his sperm down the drain.
I had sex with Akuma every day until he left. I didn’t think anything could top that first encounter but it actually got better each time. And later I would give Cameron a great hand job while describing what Akuma and I did in bed. It was sad to see Akuma leave at the end of the week, but he left us with memories that really helped our love life. And he also left us with something else. I found out that I was pregnant. Given that I was fertile that week and I’d only been giving my husband hand jobs, I was pretty sure that Akuma was the father. Sure enough, nine months later when our son was born, the baby was black and almost as dark skinned as Akuma. And Cameron is a great father to our son, doting over him.
Cameron is also helping me on social media to find a new lover in our area. I’m looking for somebody handsome, intelligent, strong, well-hung, and preferably black. Cameron is pushing me to get multiple boyfriends but I’m not sure I’m ready for that yet. The plan is to go on a number of dates but to pick just one guy as my boyfriend. I don’t know if I could handle two or three boyfriends at once but you never know!
WHAT WOMEN REALLY WANT
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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Ashton was just about to knock on the dorm room door of Christina, the beautiful and sweet girl that he’d had a crush on all through college, but he noticed the “DO NOT DISTURB” sign hanging around the doorknob.
“Oh baby, it’s so good.” Christina’s moans were audible through the door. He could hear the faint sound of the bed springs creaking and the headboard tapping against the wall.
“That’s right, bitch. You like that black cock, don’t you? You like that big, thick nine inch cock in your pussy.”
It was Rakeem’s voice. She’d supposedly broken up with him for good but now she’s clearly back together with him.
“Yes, baby, you know I love the way your big cock feels inside of me,” she cooed. “A big cock feels so much better inside, so good, baby. I need a big cock.”
Ashton felt his stomach drop. He had always felt a little sensitive about his penis size. He’d measured it with a ruler and it was only four-and-a-half inches long. Christina had been his friend for years and they went to church together on Su
nday mornings at the Baptist church off campus. Although they were just friends, they would sometimes talk about their romantic problems. Ashton’s problem was that the girls didn’t seem interested in him. One time he confessed to her that he was a little small. (He rounded it up to five inches, but it was basically the truth.)
“Don’t worry about that,” Christina told him. “Guys worry about that, but girls don’t really care about that. They all feel the same. One day you’ll meet the right girl for you and she won’t care about your penis size. You’re such a wonderful guy, Ashton. You’re good looking, really smart, and so nice. There’s a nice girl out there for you, I just know it.”
He’d been hoping that she would realize that she was the right girl for him. Now, of course, he realized that penis size mattered to her after all. But really, even before that, she’d shown no interest in him other than as a friend. As a romantic partner, she’d shown no interest in him at all. She had other romantic problems, though – the guys she picked were always treating her poorly and cheating on her.
That was especially true of Rakeem. He had two prior girlfriends at college before Christina – both white girls – and the rumor around campus was that he was cheating constantly on all of them. In fact, he was still dating Anna when he started dating Dee, and he was still Dee’s boyfriend when he began dating Christina. So it’s not like she didn’t know what she was getting herself into. Like most girls, Christina liked the bad boys.
Hanging his head, Ashton turned and walked out of her dormitory and drove back to his dorm across campus. He needed to get a good night’s sleep, then he’d be back home to visit his family. His uncle Mark was coming for dinner.
* * *
“It’s amazing,” Uncle Mark said of his red Jaguar convertible. “And the girls love it,” he added before taking a bite of mashed potatoes.