MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  I then asked her the question that had been in my head. “Are you tired of the game?”

  She took her time answering, like she was thinking carefully, then said no but this week had been a lot, and she wanted me to know I was what mattered to her. I think if I could ever pinpoint a moment I was most in love with her, it would have been then! I told her that and kept driving. After ten minutes I tried to lighten the mood.

  “Do you know how much sex you had this week?”

  “A LOT,” she replied. We both laughed.

  “You had five different men in a week, if you count me.”

  “Of course I count you,” she said. Then she paused. “I guess that makes me a real slut now.”

  “It’s like that song that says ‘save the last dance for me.’ I don’t mind if you ‘dance’ with the others, as long as I got the last dance.”

  We drove on, both lost in our own thoughts. She asked me out of the blue if I ever felt left out of “the game.”

  “No, why?”

  She asked if I ever had fantasies about actually being involved, like with a threesome or swapping? I had, of course, and told her so. I quickly added that what we were doing was still the hottest fantasy to me. I told her the idea of her with me and another man at the same time had never been a real fantasy of mine. She asked what about with two women and you? I laughed and said every man has that fantasy I think, why? Would it turn you on to see me with another woman?

  She didn’t answer directly. “What about Ann? Does she turn you on?”

  I had told her for years that I thought Ann was hot, so I asked her why she was asking. Kaitlyn said the other day when they had lunch she and Ann had talked about me quite a bit. She said she told Ann some of what we were doing and Ann was curious if we did threesomes. At that point I interrupted and asked if Ann is bisexual. Kaitlyn said she wasn’t sure but some of the things Ann talked about seemed to indicate that. I asked if she and Ann had done anything together the other day when they picked up that guy on the beach. I was getting pretty excited at the conversation at this point. Kaitlyn said no, but she did admit that Ann’s body was a turn-on. I asked what she was leading to? Kaitlyn said she thought Ann would be open to doing a threesome with us.

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, or just a twosome with the two of you. Ann thinks you are hot.”

  I was in shock. Kaitlyn said there are some other of her friends who think I am hot, too. I had to ask who, of course. She said Marilyn (a nurse who worked with her who looked a lot like Megan Fox did years later). She knew I had the hots for Marilyn for two years from comments I’d made.

  “Well, if we could do a threesome with Marilyn, that I would do! Is she bisexual?”

  She said Marilyn had asked her more than once if we swing. My head was swimming. Kaitlyn looked over at my crotch and reached over. She said, “I can tell you like that idea.”

  The next couple months were placid compared to that beach trip. When we had been home for about a week she came home one day and said she had gotten the mail and there had been a letter from David in it. She showed me the letter, and in it he said he was sorry if she had been aggravated with him and he wanted to apologize. He also said he wanted to see her again and wanted to come for a visit. It said she was beautiful and the best sex he had ever had. I read it as she looked on and she asked me if she should respond. I asked her if she wanted to. She thought a minute and said NO, very firmly. I could tell that night was not something she wanted to repeat, so I said ok, leave it alone then. I said no answer is often the best answer.

  Kaitlyn came home from work one day and said she had some bad news for me about Marilyn. It seems that Marilyn was in a relationship and wouldn’t be available for any fun. I pretended to be devastated and we both laughed about it. I admit I was disappointed, and think Kaitlyn was also. Our sex life was comparably tame for the for a while. One day I got a call from an old friend, Will. I knew him from college where we were on the football team and had become friends. He was a wide receiver, about 6’2 and with long legs and arms. He was blonde haired and very good looking, the girls thought, but very shy around them. He never dated which was hard to understand. I had told Kaitlyn the story more than once of how one August afternoon after a grueling two hour practice, I was sitting on a bench in the locker room. I was coated with sweat and using a towel to get it off of my face and shoulders.

  From where I was sitting I could see into the shower area and could see several of the players in there under the water. I saw a guy, his head covered in soap suds, using a bar of soap and lathering his cock. I remember my thought was “HOLY SHIT!” I wasn’t sure who it was because of the soap on his head, but the guy’s cock hung to about 4” above his knees, limp. I kept looking, totally amazed. Suddenly I realized it was Will. I yelled out to him “what the hell is THAT?” He looked over and asked what? I said “that THING you’re soaping, hanging there?”. He said in a goofy way, “oh, that’s my pud.” I said I wanted to borrow it for a few days, just to get the reputation. I couldn’t believe he didn’t date, and told him so. I really don’t think he understood what I was talking about when I said I wanted to borrow it. He was that innocent and told me later that he had never had sex and was afraid of girls. His body was naturally what every guy would love to have and work for, but his muscles were his natural build and he had no idea women would drool over him. I told him later that I knew a couple girls who would love to go out with him and would set him up. I knew better than to mention sex with them, I didn’t want to scare him.

  Later that season, some other guys on the team saw what I’d saw and they began teasing him (out of envy). One day he was standing in front of a mirror naked. His cock hung into the sink, halfway to the drain!! One of the guys yelled “Get your dick out of the sink, Will”. He got teased unmercifully about it, but was good natured and took it well. I told him one day I wanted to set him up with a girl I knew, and we could double date. He said ok, didn’t ask about her or what she looked like. Like I said, he was goofy about girls. We wound up going out to a club with my date and another girl I knew. We had a good time and they seemed to get along well. After that night they dated a couple more times and I had no reason to know any details. I ran into Margo (his date) on campus and she asked me if she could buy me lunch. I had the feeling running into her wasn’t entirely an accident, so said sure. We got lunch at the cafeteria and she said she wanted to ask me a couple questions about Will. The first was why I had not warned her about him. I wasn’t sure what she was referring to. She said I should have told her how good looking he is. I laughed and said I don’t evaluate other men’s looks. Then asked if that was a problem? She said no, not a problem she just wasn’t expecting anyone that good looking. She said he was shy, and I said I knew that. She then said I should have warned her about his “equipment”. I could hardly hold back laughing at that, but managed to play dumb. She said they had tried sex twice now and he was so big she had problems. I told her most girls would love that, and she grinned and said she was “working on it”. I plead ignorance and said I had no way of knowing, so could hardly have warned her. She didn’t believe I hadn’t known. I asked her if I had told her about that, would she have not gone on the first date with him? She laughed and said yes but she probably would have been dying of curiosity and found out sooner than the third date. We finished our lunch and went our separate ways. They kept dating and I felt like I had done both of them a good turn.

  The year after was when I met Kaitlyn and my life changed from playing the field to a steady relationship. I never told her the story about Will until well after we got married. She vaguely remembered meeting him at a couple football social functions, but all she could remember about him was he was tall and good looking and shy. She joked that had she known what I told her, she definitely would have paid more attention to him.

  Will and I had stayed in touch over the years distantly. He had gone on to grad school, married and had a couple kids by then. He was
working for a major university near Chicago. When he called he said he was coming to where I live for a seminar, and would love to see me. I said that sounded great and I would love to, and he asked what hotel would be good for being both near me and the seminar. I gave him a couple hotel names. He said great, he would be in touch.

  The evening he called I told Kaitlyn about the call. She hadn’t heard the story about Will in quite a while, and asked me if this was the same guy from my story? I said yes. She had a devilish grin and said “Am I going to get to meet him?”

  When she said that I looked at her and said for her to spell her question. She said “huh?” I asked if there were two e’s in that meet, or “an E and an A.” She still didn’t grasp where I was going.

  “Do you want to meet him, or MEAT him?”

  Finally she understood, and giggled. She said she would at least like to see the guy from the story and if possible see that famous pud as he called it. I assured her she was going to be part of his visit as we would probably meet him for dinner somewhere. I had not seen him in a long time and told her he may still be very shy, or at least very married and loyal. But at the very least she would get to meet him, “with 2 E’s.” That answer seemed to be okay with her. I heard nothing from Will for a few days, but then he called one night and told me the dates he would be in town and the hotel at which he had reservations. The hotel was just a mile from our house. We agreed we would have dinner at a restaurant I like the night before his meetings started. I asked him if it would be okay if I brought my wife with me. He said he would love to see who I had married after all the ones I had gone through. We had a laugh at that. He said he would call after he had checked in to confirm.

  The day he was arriving Kaitlyn seemed a bit wound up. She asked me what she should wear more than once, and how I thought it should go. I reminded her he had been shy and I had no idea how he is now. I remember saying even if things proceeded where she would like it’s doubtful he would understand “the game” and didn’t need to know about that. It was a bit hard for others to grasp why we would do that, and there was no need to explain it to anyone. That afternoon I got a call from Will saying he had just checked in, and had to make some calls for work. He asked how we were going to meet for dinner. I told him I had made reservations at seven o’clock at a place we like and we would pick him up at his hotel. He said he would be in the lobby and was looking forward to it.

  I was amused at how Kaitlyn was acting, wound up just from an ancient story. She dressed carefully and we decided she should go for the classy look, not for the sexiest one. She looked great and I told her. We drove the short drive to the hotel and I told her to stay with the car while I went and found Will. I walked into the hotel lobby and saw him immediately. He had lost some hair line, but basically looked the same. We shook hands and hugged like old friends. I told him my wife was in the car and we walked out of the hotel. As we approached the car Kaitlyn got out and greeted us. I did the introductions, and will said he always knew I would wind up with a beauty. I remember thinking wow, he has gotten some social graces he didn’t have. I said thanks, yes she is. It was time to go so we got in and drove to the restaurant. When he was getting in the car she looked over to me and mouthed, with no sound “WOW.” After we got a table we looked over the wine list. It turned out Will had become a wine aficionado and I let him order a bottle.

  We talked and relived some of the old days. Kaitlyn was quiet for the most part, listening to boring football stories. Will said I had helped him a lot in college, that if I hadn’t helped him he may never have had a date the whole time. We laughed about that. He said one of the girls I had introduced him to wound up setting him up with one of her girlfriends, and that’s who he is married to. He was grateful he said. Kaitlyn said she had heard some stories about how I was before she met me, that I was a total wolf. He verified that and said I had taught him that shy isn’t what women seek. It was nice to hear that he had absorbed some of what I tried to instill in him. He said he needed to go to the men’s room and got up.

  “You didn’t tell me he was that charming,” Kaitlyn said when he was out of sight.

  I laughed. “Well, he wasn’t back then. He was a doofus.”

  “He’s yummy!”

  I knew that was coming. He’d kept his looks and added some charm. When he came back I asked him how he had kept in such good shape, and he said he tried to work out every morning before work. The wine flowed and we talked on and on. By now it was almost ten o’clock. He said he had an early meeting and should be getting back to his room. I paid the check.

  “How many days will you be here?” Kaitlyn asked.

  “Three.”

  “You should come over to our house before you leave. I’m a good cook.”

  He smiled. “That sounds great. How about Friday night after my meetings are over?”

  It got set up as we drove him back to his hotel. As we drove home, I asked if she was inviting him over for more than dinner. She laughed. “He may wind up being the dinner, if things go right.” I told her that she’s a BAD girl, which she liked hearing. We went home and had awesome sex, fueled by the evening’s conversations.

  Kaitlyn was determined that the dinner Friday would be perfect. She went shopping for groceries Thursday after work and got several bottles of wine of different varieties. When I saw the wine bottles I asked her if she was going to try to seduce him by getting him smashed. She said the wine was for her courage as much as for him.

  Thursday night we talked about how this was changing our normal procedures, and if there were any red flags to doing it. We both decided that with Will being from out of town and not knowing anyone, we knew it should be fine. She asked my opinion about the best way to do things, and I told her I would pick him up at his hotel and try to let him know it might be a memorable evening if he allowed it. I told her she needn’t be nervous, his main concern would be how I would react. I would tell him we swing and I love watching her but I don’t get involved. The main thing with him was going to be to have him relaxed and willing to let things happen. She said if I could do that it would make her a lot less apprehensive. We didn’t talk about exactly how or where things would happen. My inner thoughts were that for years after I saw Will naked in the locker room and what I had heard from the girl I set him up with, I had always wanted to see what size that huge cock became when it was hard. Truthfully I was envious, I guess, and my imagination ran wild when I contemplated it. I will say even after the internet and seeing hundreds of porno movies, that to this day, I’ve never seen a larger cock than his was. I was wondering if my memory was flawed, and was hoping to find out. The fact it would be with my wife, and I would get to see it made me hard. I wanted it to work out as much as she did and I told her that. She looked at my crotch and said “I can see it does turn you on”, then suggested we go to our bedroom. When we got there I took off her top and shorts and kissed her while standing. I reached down and felt her pussy. It was drenched in warm wetness. I unzipped my slacks and let them fall to the floor, and pushed onto her back on the bed. Her legs opened, and I started licking her. My tongue felt her heat and wetness as I flicked it on her clit. It took only a minute until she had a strong orgasm, then another. I was more than ready and got up onto my knees. Kaitlyn reached out and grabbed my cock, guiding it to her pussy opening. I went in, and remember how HOT her pussy felt. I began stroking using long, slow strokes. When I was totally buried inside her I started doing circle motions, round and round in her hole. She moaned deeply. I started talking to her as I fucked her, which always drove her wild.

  “Do you want that huge cock?”

  “Oh, YES!”

  “How much of it do you want?”

  “I want ALL of it!”

  “Do you like big cocks?”

  “Oh my God, YES!”

  I told her she is a slut, and when I said the word slut she had a huge orgasm. I started fucking her hard and fast, and she had another. I felt like I was about to exp
lode, and wanted to. For me, it was one of those orgasms a man has where he feels like his insides are all pouring out of his cock and into her. When it finishes you are totally drained. I rolled off of her and onto my back. We lay there both lost in our own thoughts. Finally she said “I must be crazy, you are all any woman could need.”

  That surprised me. “I guess we are both crazy, but we are doing this together, remember that.”

  She said she would stop any time I ask.

  “I don’t want it to stop. Do you?

  She chuckled. “NO.”

  “Get some sleep, baby. Tomorrow you a big day.”

  We both laughed, and she turned off the lamp and cuddled into me.

  Friday was a normal Friday for us. We went to work with the underlying excitement about the evening never far from our thoughts. There was a certain amount of nervousness about it with me since I knew Will shy back in college and may not have overcome it. He also was now married with two kids and may have some moral objections about our kind of fun. If he had the slightest reticence it would be a no go. Kaitlyn got off work at three and was heading home to prepare the meal and get things set up. The weather was glorious and she decided we would eat out on our patio dining table near the pool. We had arranged that Will would call me when his schedule was clear and he did call a bit after one saying he would be done at half past three. I told him I would pick him up at 5:15 at his room.

  I went to the house and showered and changed to casual clothes and helped Kaitlyn in the kitchen some. She seemed squared away about everything and I said that. The shy insecure girl I had been married to was gone, replaced by a confident competent woman. She said she had some personal things to do while I went to get him, like showering and doing her hair. She said she was going to shave, and hoped he liked it smooth. I laughed and said every man I know does, not to worry. I drove over to the hotel and the 5 o’clock Friday traffic was a nightmare as I had expected. When I got there I parked and went up to the fourth floor to his room. When I knocked it took him a while to answer. He had been in the shower and had a towel wrapped around his waist when he opened the door. He said he had taken a nap and slept longer than he meant to. I said no problem and just sat on the chair in the corner.