MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  “That’s wonderful,” Mom said, passing the green beans to Dad. “But when are we going to see you with a wife and children? You know, you’re not getting any younger.”

  Uncle Mark laughed, a twinkle in his eye. “I have a lot of women in my life. Beautiful college-age girls. I’m not going to give that up for anything. I like my wife just the way it is.” He gave me a wink.

  “That’s not the kind of lifestyle that we believe in,” Dad said. “I don’t live that way.” He looked at Ashton. “And I hope that my son will marry a girl and start a family.”

  “Nothing wrong with that,” Uncle Mark said. He lifted his glass as if making a toast. “Family is a wonderful thing.” Then he took a sip.

  Ashton had always admired him. Uncle Mark worked on Wall Street and he seemed to have everything that he desired – lots of money and beautiful women. And it wasn’t all about the convertible. Even when Uncle Mark was younger, he was always getting numbers from beautiful women. He seemed to be the only person Ashton knew who understood how to attract women.

  After dinner, Uncle Mark said goodbye and he walked out through the garage. Ashton stepped out and walked down the driveway. Uncle Mark was already in the driver’s seat, starting the car.

  “Uncle Mark, stop,” Ashton pleaded.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I need you to help me,” Ashton said, putting his hands on the driver’s side door. “I need help with girls.”

  “With girls?” He laughed. “You heard what your father said. He doesn’t want you living this kind of lifestyle.”

  “I’m not trying to date hundreds of women. I’m just trying to date one. Will you help me?”

  Uncle Mark paused for a moment, then slowly nodded. “Hop in.”

  They went for a drive around town. As they drove, everybody was looking at Uncle Mark sitting in his beautiful new convertible. Ashton could feel the confidence, the power that he exuded.

  “No matter what I do, they just aren’t interested in me,” Ashton complained. “They say they want a nice guy but they date guys who are jerks. They date guys who hit them or who cheat on them. Like Christina, this girl I like. Christina is always complaining to me that she doesn’t understand why she can’t find a nice guy, why all the guys she dates treat her badly. But I’m a nice guy and I’m right there, and she doesn’t want me. She wants these… these jerks!”

  “Let me translate what she said into English,” Uncle Mark said. “She doesn’t want to date a nice guy. She wants to date an asshole. She’s trying to find an asshole with a heart of gold, a jerk who will treat her well. And you’re not an asshole. You’re not a jerk, so you never get the chance.”

  “But how can an asshole have a heart of gold? If he did, he wouldn’t be an asshole?”

  “Bingo,” Uncle Mark said. “What they’re looking for doesn’t exist. That’s why they get burned and burned. They want a guy who is sexy on the outside and a nice guy on the inside. The outside comes first. You first have to prove that you’re strong, dominant, selfish - even downright evil. That makes you sexy. But you? You’re failing right from the outset.”

  “But they say they want a nice guy. Why don’t they date nice guys?”

  “I don’t think you’re listening to what I’m telling you. There are two types of guys – assholes and nice guys. First, they eliminate the guys they think are sexually unattractive. Bye bye, nice guys. Then, out of the pools of guys that are left, they try to find one who will treat them right.”

  “So a nice guy doesn’t even have a chance,” Ashton said. “They will just date bad boy after bad boy.”

  “Only for a while. Eventually they will realize that there aren’t any assholes who are nice guys, and they will settle for a nice guy. In their mid-thirties, when they’re getting older, a little wrinkled, having a little trouble keeping off the weight, then they’ll marry a nice guy.” Uncle Mark smiled. “See? The nice guys win in the end.”

  “So there’s no hope for me?” Ashton asked. “At least not until I’m in my mid-thirties?”

  “There is hope,” Uncle Mark said. “I’m going to teach you how to do it.”

  * * *

  “Christina, I really don’t want to get involved in your business,” her roommate Shannon said. “But I was talking with Kyler and he said that Rakeem is cheating on you. Rakeem has been hooking up with Anna again for the past two months.”

  Christina felt shell shocked. Shannon and her boyfriend Kyler were her friends. They wouldn’t lie to her. Would Rakeem really do that to her?

  “And Anna isn’t just talking about it, she has evidence. She posted on Facebook pictures of her in Rakeem’s bedroom. The bedroom of his new apartment, that he’s only had for three weeks now.” She paused. “Look, Christina, don’t take this the wrong way but really, he cheated on Anna and he cheated on Dee. You know what they say, ‘once a cheater, always a cheater.’ You should know that he’s going to cheat on you.”

  Christina didn’t know what to do. Yes, Rakeem had cheating on his ex-girlfriends. Sure, every boyfriend she’d ever had was a cheater. But Rakeem was the kind of guy she needed. He was tall, handsome, and sexy. He was muscular and athletic, and women were always after him. What other choice did she have? Some pathetic wimp like Ashton? Sure, he’s a nice guy and he’ll probably have a good job some day, but that’s where it ends. A relationship needs to start with a strong physical attraction, with passion. The only guys you should date, she thought, are the ones that give you butterflies – the guys that make you feel that intense reaction. If a guy can’t create that reaction in you, then he might be a great friend but he’s not boyfriend material.

  But for years she’d dated guys like Rakeem and it just never worked out. Sure, they gave her amazing sex, giving her powerful orgasms and making her fall in love with them. They had always treated her poorly, then they would apologize and promise to change. Then she would forgive them, take them back and they’d go right back to their evil ways. Was there no way out of this romantic prison? Did she really have to choose between sexually attractive devils and nice guys who are weak and unattractive? Ashton sighed. She thought she’d had something special with Rakeem but apparently not. She pulled out her cell phone and called him.

  “Rakeem, you piece of shit, I know what you’re doing.”

  “What the fuck you talkin’ about?”

  “I know you’re fucking Anna. Ashley saw the pictures of her in your bedroom on Facebook.”

  As Christina talked with Rakeem about it, she heard his side of the story. Apparently Anna had asked if she could stop by his house just to talk with him about what happened in the past. He said okay to that. At one point, she said she was going to the bathroom while he was in the living room. She sneaked into his bedroom, stripped down naked and took selfies of herself lying in his bed.

  Shannon rolled her eyes. “You’re believing that shit? Are you fucking gullible?”

  Christina didn’t know who to believe. But the more they talked on the phone, the more she believed Rakeem. Shannon was just judging him because of his past. Yes, he’d made mistakes in the past but Anna is a different person and Dee is a different person than her, and Rakeem had never done anything to make her distrust him. Shannon threw her hands up into the air as Christina told him that she loved him and missed him.

  “I miss you, too, baby.”

  * * *

  “First, you need to change your look.” Uncle Mark pulled a shirt off the rack. “How about this?”

  “It’s really nice but it’s not my style,” Ashton replied. Obviously his uncle had expensive tastes.

  “Well, it’s going to be your style. You need to look rich and cocky, with an evil streak. You’ll need to change your hair and your clothes first. Then we’ll work on the rest.” He pushed the shirt into Ashton’s hands. “Try it on.”

  After they left the mall, Uncle Mark had bought him three new outfits. Between shoes, jeans and shirts, Uncle Mark had spent over a thousand dollars. Ash
ton wasn’t sure about how he’d look in them, but he had to admit that they looked really sharp.

  “You’re also going to need to change up that hair,” Uncle Mark said he watched Ashton put the bags into the car. “You need something a little edgy. Personally, I like the goatee. It says, ‘This guy is a prick,’ you know? And you need to work out at the gym. Put on some muscle. Broaden those shoulders, you know?”

  “I’ll try that, I promise,” Ashton said, hopping into the passenger seat. “But I can’t afford a car like this. I know the girls like it.”

  “Some of them do. A lot of them don’t.” He started the car and they drove out of the parking lot. “Besides, you just need to get past the initial attraction. That’s your problem. You need the right look and the right words. Once you get a girl that far, you’ve got her hooked. Then she’ll start looking at the rest of you and see that you’re a guy with a lot to offer.”

  “You said I need the right words. I need your help with that how do I just start talking to a girl?”

  “How do you open?” He looked over at Ashton. “I’ll show you. We’re going to a bar I used to go like downtown.”

  Ashton felt great. For the first time in years, he felt like he might have a shot with a girl he’d like. He knew that Uncle Mark had the answers. About five minutes later, they pulled into the parking lot of a TGI Friday’s.

  “This is it?” Ashton asked.

  “Yeah, this is it.” He hopped out of the car. “I love this place.”

  “TGI Friday’s? You want me to try here?”

  “Listen, my boy,” he said, leaning toward his nephew. “This place is filled with young single women. They don’t have a lot of money so they aren’t looking for a millionaire or anything. They’re here alone or with their friends after work. They want to buy some cheap appetizers and well drinks, and maybe meet a guy. I had a lot of success here in my day.” He started walking toward the restaurant. Ashton sighed, then jumped out of the car and followed him.

  “Okay,” Uncle Mark said as they stood in the lobby. “We’re going to sit at the bar. When we’re there, we’re just going to talk to each other at first. Talk to me, talk to the bartender, but don’t talk to the girls. They want attention and they can’t stand it if you ignore them. While we’re talking, I’ll find some girls that I like. Then you watch how I do it.”

  The pair sat down at the bar and Uncle Mark ordered them each a whisky on the rocks. The NFL Network was playing up on the screen above them, and they made some talk about the Cowboy’s coaches. Then Uncle Mark leaned in and whispered, “Over there, the redhead and the brunette.”

  At the far end of the bar were a pretty redhead and a beautiful brunette with long black wavy hair. They were sipping on cocktails, looking in their direction and whispering.

  “They know I looked their way. We have move immediately,” Uncle Mark said, standing up. Ashton followed and they walked over to the women.

  “Hey, my nephew and I were having a little disagreement,” Uncle Mark said, speaking primarily to the brunette. Both of the women appeared to be in their mid-twenties. “He has a friend at college who thinks her boyfriend is cheating on her. So she went through his cell phone to see if he was texting another girl. I think that’s wrong, that it’s an invasion of privacy. But Ashton here thinks that it’s okay to do that. What do you ladies think?”

  “I don’t see anything wrong with that,” the redhead said. “I mean, if she already has reason to think he’s cheating.”

  Uncle Mark nodded. “All right, that’s one.” He glanced at Ashton. “One agrees with you.” He turned back to the redhead. “I’m sorry, what’s your name?”

  “Megan,” she replied. “And she’s Alyssa.”

  “Megan and Alyssa,” he repeated. “I’m Mark. Nice to meet you. Can we buy you some drinks?”

  Ashton was surprised at how easily Uncle Mark had opened the conversation. He’d started the conversation with a controversial question and it seemed to break the ice pretty well. As Uncle Mark talked with Alyssa, Ashton worked on Megan. After a few minutes, Uncle Mark said they needed to leave and asked Alyssa for her phone number. She took out a pen and wrote down something on a napkin and handed it to him, and he stuffed it in his pocket. After paying for their drinks, they left.

  “Did you get her number?” Uncle Mark asked as they exited the restaurant.

  “No, I didn’t ask.”

  He shook his head. “You always gotta ask. You’ll get turned down nine out of ten times. It’s just part of the game. But you always have to ask.” He pulled out the napkin and looked at the number. “Who knows, it might not even be her real number. But if I still lived here, I’d give it a try.” He threw the napkin into the trash as they returned to the car.

  “That’s how you open,” he said, driving down the road back to Ashton’s parents’ house. “You start with some easy conversation, let her express her opinions and listen to her, you know. Pretend like you care. You buy her a drink, then you ask for her number. It’s that simple. Now, she was with another girl. That makes it tough. When a number of girls are out together, you really can’t get them to separate. That means you get the number for another night. It’s really just a numbers game. You ask out a hundred girls and you get thirty phone numbers and that gets you ten dates.”

  As his uncle continued, Ashton tried to listen but it all sounded so easy. Apparently for Uncle Mark it was that easy, but it wasn’t for him. It seemed like the women could just sense weakness. Their lack of interest in him hurt his confidence, and his lack of confidence repelled them.

  “Okay, let’s say it works and I get a girl who likes me. What do I do then?”

  “You? I don’t know what you’d do, but I’ll tell you what I do.” Uncle Mark smiled. “I want them to have be tipsy, after a drink or two. Then I take them back to their apartment or to my hotel room if I have one. I like to be forward about it. I’ll say I want to show them the brochures from my latest property acquisition or something else that sounds interesting. The moment they hit the room, I put the moves on them.”

  “And that works for you?”

  “Yes it does,” he said, pulling into the driveway of Ashton’s parents’ house. “Most of the time, yes.” He patted his nephew on the shoulders. “Show confidence and show an edge. You’ll be fine.”

  As his uncle drove away, Ashton decided that he would try his uncle’s advice. But he still had his heart set on Christina. Was there some way that he could use his uncle’s tactics to get Christina?

  * * *

  “You know I’d never cheat on you,” Rakeem said, standing near his unmade bed. His shirt was off, exposing his large biceps and ripped chest. “I love you with all my heart, baby.”

  “I know, honey,” Christina said, unbuttoning and removing her blouse. “I’m sorry I ever doubted you.”

  Soon Rakeem had her pants down around her ankles and his long, black fingers were down inside of her panties, rubbing her clit. Christina felt waves of electricity shooting through her body, entranced by his magical touch. He removed his pants and underwear, and stuck his big black erection into her face. Christina responded obediently, dropping to her knees and taking his massive member inside of her mouth and sucking on it. Just seeing his pitch black skin, his muscular body and large menacing cock thrilled her and got her pussy dripping wet. Her clit was eager to be pleased, and she rubbed her clit with one hand as she tugged on his shaft with the other as she blew him. His powerful black body towered over her, holding her head in his strong hands and groaning in pleasure as he received what she was offering. He slapped her face.

  “Yeah, that’s right. Suck on that cock. You want every drop of a black man’s come, don’t you?”

  “Mmhmm.” Christina’s mouth was full, her cry muffled as she sucked on her black lover’s cock. She sucked it sloppily, her saliva dripping down his cock onto the floor. Rakeem slapped her face again. “Suck it, bitch. Suck on that cock.”

  Rakeem picked her up an
d pushed her onto the bed. Then he got on top of her, lined up his big thick cock at her tight young entrance and pushed inside. She was so wet for him that he slid in easily in just two thrusts, his heavy black balls resting against her ass. Christina’s was moaning like a cheap whore as Rakeem fucked her good and hard, focused only on his own pleasure and, in the process, giving Christina the pleasure she desperately craved. A few minutes later, Rakeem could last no longer and he exploded, filling her fertile womb with his virile African seed.

  * * *

  A month had passed since Ashton had met with his Uncle Mark. He’d grown out a goatee and bought some cologne with a strong, manly scent. He’d begun dressing like a man with means and he was getting used to the look. He felt confident in himself, and he wanted to try it out his new look and approach with Christina.

  Ashton had spoken on the phone with Christina during the month, and she gave her familiar complaints about Rakeem and how he ignored her, mistreated her, and didn’t want anything from her but sex. In the past he’d felt sorry for her, but now he felt a bit of anger. He realized that Christina wasn’t simply an innocent victim. She made a conscious choice to reject him, and guys like him, in favor of men like Rakeem. She didn’t look at him as a sexual being, as somebody who wanted and needed sex. He was little more than her “gay friend,” somebody she could share her feelings and romantic issues with.

  But during their most recent call, Christina was crying. Something was clearly wrong and he didn’t know what it was. She said she missed seeing him and wanted to talk to him face-to-face. Ashton agreed, knowing that he’d changed in that time and things had changed. He was going to ask her out, no matter what the consequences. Instead of worrying that it might destroy their friendship, he felt that it was something to be desired. Either they would become a couple or their “relationship” would end, freeing him to date others. He could only win.

  When they finally met at the pizza shop, Ashton could tell that Christina had been crying. She complimented him on his new look, then they sat down and ordered. In their conversation, she confessed that she’d just gotten some bad news – she’d caught Rakeem in bed, in the act, with a young blonde waitress who works at the Iron Platter. The reason she’d gone to his place unannounced was that she’d just found out that she was pregnant with his baby. Although Rakeem supposedly had four children by three different women and denied them all, she hoped that he would treat her differently. After all, she knew him personally and whatever happened between him and those other girls was different. They were different women with different relationships with him, and Rakeem told her that he loved her and she could tell he meant it. Still, when she told him about the pregnancy, he denied that he was the father, called her a “cheating white whore” and a “fucking slut,” and told her never to contact him again.