MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  “Honey, I’ve told you that penis size doesn’t matter to women. It only matters to men who are obsessed with it. The vagina only can feel the first few inches anyway, and the g-spot is only a couple inches in. It’s all about the clitoris, anyway.”

  “I know,” I said. “I just… I’ll have to get used to the situation, that’s all.”

  Elizabeth invited Andres over to our house to tell him the good news. When he stepped inside, I was immediately intimidated by him. It wasn’t really because he was a dark-skinned black man, covered in tattoos. He was just so physically imposing, standing 6’4” and built like a tank. I don’t know how a guy has time to work out to look like that, but obviously he’d done it.

  As we spoke, standing at the kitchen counter, I could feel the intense physical attraction between Elizabeth and Andres. When we first met, Elizabeth didn’t seem particularly attracted to me. “It takes time for a girl to build an attraction from getting to know a guy,” she said. Yet strangely, with this guy Andres who she was meeting in person for the first time, she had a clear look of lust in her eyes and I could tell by the way her body was moving that she was eager to sleep with him. I just felt so small and intimidated by Andres, and it was obvious that he was a superior male.

  “That’s great,” Andres said. “I hate condoms and I love raw sex.”

  Elizabeth, her eyes gleaming as she smiled at Andres. “And since I’m on the pill, there’s nothing to worry about.”

  Andres kissed her and her body just melted onto his. They kissed and caressed each other’s bodies, and soon he took her hand and walked her into our bedroom. It was like Elizabeth had just forgotten I was even there. I heard some giggling and moaning, so after a while I walked to the bedroom door. It was cracked open, so I peered inside. They were both naked and Andres was on top of her, his muscle-bound body ripped as he slipped his huge cock inside of my wife’s cunt.

  “Oh my!” she said happily. “Damn, that feels good.”

  “You like that?” he asked.

  “God, it’s so big,” she said breathlessly. “It just feels so wonderful, spreading me open and filling me. Damn, it’s good!”

  Elizabeth lifted her legs up against him, and as they fucked I could see the look of ecstasy on my wife’s face. “I’m about to come,” she said, then she groaned through what sounded like a powerful orgasm. She announced four orgasms like that, each one more powerful than the last, before Andres could take no more and he blasted my wife with his seed. The couple lay together, embracing and kissing in the afterglow.

  Andres came over to our house to service my wife three or four times a week for six months. Then Elizabeth learned that she was pregnant. Obviously the pill had failed. After giving birth to our son, the trial was nearly over anyway and they didn’t allow her back in. It didn’t really matter anyway because Andres really wanted to try for a girl. Elizabeth gave me the news that she’s pregnant again two months ago. We were disappointed when the ultrasound revealed that Andres had fathered another boy, but we’re excited to welcome another child into our family. Elizabeth says this is the last baby but Andres still wants a girl and I think he’ll get her to change her mind. I’ll let you know what happens.

  KAITLYN’S STORY

  By Polly Andrea Busch

  Copyright 2016 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 nineteen years of age or older. All rights reserved.

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  My name is Ryan. I’d like to tell you about my relationship with my wife Kaitlyn. She was nineteen years old when we met, a virgin with no sexual experience at all but she was very curious and willing. When she was younger she’d had an ordinary face and body, but as she’d matured she’d blossomed. But Kaitlyn wasn’t aware of her looks and how they’d changed, which I found refreshing because she wasn't conceited.

  After we’d dated a couple months, she was ready to explore her sexual side with me. We’d had unexpected sex one night, and she immediately went to a clinic and got on birth control pills. The effect they had on her figure was amazing and her breasts became large full D cups with no sag or fold. She had long, dark hair down to her shoulders with beautiful skin that tanned into an olive gold tone and felt velvety smooth when you touched her. She’d blossomed into a beautiful woman almost in front of me, it seemed. But in many ways she was shy and insecure about herself. We dated for five years while we both finished school then married.

  Because Kaitlyn had no previous sexual experience before me, I saw a chance to make her into the woman I had always dreamed of sexually. She was a very willing student and open to new things which we explored together. She’d been in nursing school, and by the time we got engaged she was an RN. She’d developed desires about some of her patients after seeing their bodies. We used to talk about these desires but the first ones she expressed were about other women, which of course turned me on a great deal. We used her desires as a spark to our own sex and it was HOT! We kept it on the fantasy level for five years but as time passed the fantasy changed and we loved exploring them.

  As a nurse, Kaitlyn was exposed to all kinds of people and she’d often come home with good stories about things that’d happened in the hospital and about some of the patients. As time passed I noticed that her stories about attractive male patients seemed to become more frequent, and she told their stories with a more excited tone.

  One night we went out for pizza and beer with two married friends of ours. The other woman was a nurse at the same hospital. Her name was Samantha and she got quite tipsy and talkative as did Kaitlyn. Sam brought up a patient she’d had cared for that week and how large his cock was. Kaitlyn seemed to get very excited about hearing about it and the conversation went to sex and Sam's comments about having to redo the guy's catheter twice and how his size excited her so much she was wet the rest of the day. We all laughed and had a great time about their stories. Kaitlyn made a comment or two about large cocks she’d seen while caring for her patients. Although I have just an average, six-inch-long penis of average girth, I felt no insecurity about where they were going with their stories.

  Sam and her husband left and Kaitlyn and I had another beer and talked. I asked her a question, which, as I look back was a pivotal moment in our relationship.

  “You’re a very sexual woman and I am the only man you have ever had sex with, as far as I know."

  Kaitlyn agreed.

  “Do you ever have the desire to sleep with other men?”

  “NO!” she said adamantly.

  “If you did, that’s totally a normal desire and understandable. You know, maybe you’re wondering what you missed out on.” Kaitlyn had been in a girls academy and wasn't able to date until she graduated high school, and I knew that she’d felt deprived. Her other younger sisters never had to endure the academy’s curfew and had normal junior high and high school years. My wife bitterly resented that. When she’d met me she was fascinated by my reputation as being dangerous guy to date. I never realized that until much later when I heard it out from several girls after we had all gone on in life. I was twenty at the time and I’d slept with 24 girls before Kaitlyn.

  “If you ever had those desires and you felt you needed to act on them, I’d want you to be honest with me about it.”

  “Of course I would,” she said, brushing it off.

  We left and went home and had great sex twice. She was so wet and passionate I wondered if the conversations that evening had fired her up more than she knew. I dismi
ssed it as the alcohol and forgot about all of it.

  The conversation we’d had that night was soon forgotten. Our life together was fun and our sex life only got better. Kaitlyn was quite willing and I had a rather creative imagination. Those were the days before internet pornography, so there was a level of ignorance of sexual matters compared to today. One day I went to an adult store and saw a vibrator shaped like an egg. To describe it, it had an egg with a thin wire about 2' long leading to a battery pack with off/on and intensity control knob on it. We decided one Saturday afternoon to go to a disco and have some fun. Suddenly it occurred to me what to do with the egg.

  “Do you have any old jeans that you don’t wear anymore?” I asked.

  “Yes,” she replied. “Why?”

  She had no idea where I was going with that, but she got the jeans and snipped off the end of the pocket. I told her that tonight you need to wear panties under your jeans. She got dressed and I took out the egg vibrator. I told her to fish it through the hole and put the egg inside the edge of her pussy. She grinned and said "I'm wet already that won't be a problem". Once placed, she put the battery pack into the pocket that had been snipped. I said ok now you can turn it on/off whenever you desire and to test it. She turned it on.

  “Oh my God!” she exclaimed. “This is going to be fun!”

  That was a memorable night. It was fun trying to guess when she had it ON by her facial expressions and actions. We were at a club with loud music, and there weren’t any breaks in the music until the DJ made a mistake between two songs and there was a pause that lasted a few seconds. When it happened, I could hear a light hum coming from her. She looked at me and smiled, and I grinned back at her. Kaitlyn and I danced, drank and had a great time. She danced with two other guys as well.

  When she got back from a dance, I asked her how often it was turned on.

  “It’s on more of the time than it’s off!”

  Around 2 am we left the club, walked out next to our car and began kissing. Kaitlyn was very fired up. I reached down and felt her crotch to see if the egg was buzzing. Yes, it sure was. But I got a surprise. Her jeans were soaked halfway to her knees!! I said no way we're going to make it home and unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down to her knees. I looked around to make sure nobody was watching, then I had her turn around and put her hands on the trunk. When I stepped up beside her, my penis hard as steel in my hand, I was as excited as I've ever been in my life. I entered her and she started moaning. She was the loudest I’d ever heard her during lovemaking. People walking out of the club had to have heard her and looked over, but at that point we didn't care. She had several strong orgasms and I felt her pussy clenching my cock. When I came it was one of the strongest orgasms I've ever had, so strong I felt like my insides were pouring into her. We then got into the car and drove home for a night of total debauchery.

  As I look back now, I realize that the events of that night set up a level of trust between us. We were having fun together, but it also showed me that my sweet little wife had the potential to be a “bad girl,” and that turned me on tremendously.

  Kaitlyn continued with her nursing career, becoming a surgical nurse involved in very complex operations, everything from brain surgeries to heart transplants. I was working in marketing and it required me to leave town for two or three days a week. We were both happy with each other and with our careers. We decided to put off having children for a few years.

  One day Kaitlyn came home from work very excited. “You won’t believe the operation we did today,” she said excitedly. There was a new operation for impotent men that involved surgical implantation of two balloon-like implants, and a doctor at her hospital performed the first one ever in our state that day. Two incisions were made lengthwise on the underside of the man's penis, and the balloons were placed along the length of the shaft on either side. Then the doctor placed an air pump inside the man's scrotum and grafted the balloons to the pump with a short tube. Then they closed the incisions with stitches on both sides.

  Kaitlyn explained that then they did a test by the surgeon pressing on the valve on the pump inside and he began to squeeze the pump several times. As the doctor squeezed, the man's penis began to rise and became fully erect. The doctor then turned the valve the other direction and the erection collapsed as the air left the balloons. It was a fascinating operation and she was excited to have been part of the first one, and they continued to perform them over the following months.

  One evening my wife came home very wound up. She said they’d done another balloon implant that day and the man was a diabetic who was only thirty-eight years old but totally impotent. When the other nurse took the sheet off of him at the start of the procedure, Kaitlyn gasped. The doctor laughed.

  “What are the largest balloons in the box?” the doctor asked.

  “Four inches,” the other nurse replied.

  The doctor said he thought he could graft two together on each side because it would take that much. They performed the incisions on the underside of the man's penis. The surgery went as the others, the grafts as planned and they stitched the man's penis closed. Kaitlyn said, “That poor guy has so many stitches.” She then talked about the rest of it, and I saw that she was quite excited. She was standing near the patient’s head and said as they pumped it up, it looked like an arm rising.

  “How big was it?” I asked.

  She picked up the glass Coke bottle on the table and picked it up. “It was this big!” She turned the bottle down on its side. “And it was this thick!”

  I felt my penis begin to stir in my pants. “A really big cock turns you on, doesn’t it?”

  “Oh yes,” she said, slowly nodding with a big smile.

  “Was I the length or the thickness that turned you on the most?”

  “Both!”

  I knew then that a really large cock is what she would want if she ever decided to find out what she had missed.

  A few weeks later, when we were laying in bed, she asked me if I remembered when I’d asked her to be honest with me if she ever had the desire to fuck another man. I said I did. She told me that the other morning she’d been on the way to work and saw a guy waving for help. He was dressed in a nice suit and very handsome. She said she knew it was a stupid thing to do but she stopped and rolled the window down. He asked her if she could take him to work because his car had died. She told him that she’s a nurse and needed to get to the hospital, but would call him a tow truck once she arrived. (This was before the days of cell phones). The man thanked her and she drove to the hospital.

  As she drove to work, she was tempted to turn around and take the stranger to our house and let him use the phone. She said she’d been extremely horny and probably would have seduced him if she’d done that. She’d resisted the temptation, though, and went on to work.

  “I know that you wanted to know if I ever felt tempted to do that, though,” Kaitlyn said.

  I thanked her for telling me. I realized, though, that sooner or later she’d give in to her curiosity and I told her so. We talked about wife swapping, which was rampant at the time. I told her there were clubs and many people go to swap parties. But the more we talked about swapping, the more we realized that it simply wasn’t her style, nor mine. We were both wary about other people finding out or running into someone we knew, so swapping was ruled out. Kaitlyn emphasized that while she wanted to have sex with another man, she wouldn’t want it to hurt me in the process. I told her I wouldn’t be hurt by it, and we’d figure out how to do it safely as a couple. So over the next couple months we were thinking about it, knowing that one way or another it was going to happen, whether I was involved or it was her going alone.

  Eventually we decided we should explore her desires far from our home, somewhere where we didn’t know anybody. She was a beach fanatic and we spent several weekends a year at the beach, which was a five hour round trip. There were several nice places to go there at night for fun. Kaitlyn was still very shy a
nd uncomfortable with the idea of picking up a man at a club.

  “With your looks, you won’t have to pick up anyone,” I said reassuringly. “Men will come up to you and pick you up.”

  “Well, men don't hit on me for some reason.”

  “It’s a vibe thing. You’re shy and some people may take that as being, you know, a little stand-offish. The more confident you become, the more guys will approach you.”

  We continued to go out to our local clubs and I’d ask her if she saw any men who she found attractive. I was surprised how picky she was. On most nights, there were only one or two men who met her standards. She learned from this experience to look at men in a different way than she normally did, as a possible sexual experience instead of just a good looking guy. We built her courage up gradually and decided that our next trip to the beach she would make a first attempt.

  Kaitlyn is 5'6, 118 pounds, with long shapely legs and beautiful golden brown tanned skin. Her hair was shoulder length dark brown and full. Her breasts were 34D cup and her waist was 22". She liked to dress to show her figure, and as this game went on I’d go shopping with her and find things that made her look smoking hot.

  We went to the beach and got a motel room. That Saturday night we had dinner at a restaurant and talked about the things we were planning to do. I asked if she felt nervous.

  “Yes,” she admitted. “But I want to do it.”

  We left the restaurant and went to a club. She had worn a red halter top with no bra and tight white jeans. We got a table two rows from the dance floor and ordered drinks.

  “Do you see anyone you like?”

  “No,” she said.

  We had another drink and she kept looking and making comments about the men. Suddenly her eyes lit up.

  “Hey, I like that guy standing next to the dance floor.”

  I saw a good looking guy with long hair standing by himself and watching people dance.

  “He looks okay,” I said.

  Kaitlyn leaned in toward me. “What should I do?”