MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  Later, in bed, Megan was an animal. “You want to fuck that black stud, don’t you?” I asked playfully as I kissed my wife’s breasts. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” she replied, her chest reddening with arousal. As we made love, I talked about what her black lover would do to her in bed. We were both fantasizing about her fucking Sakeem and it had us both quite randy. My penis, though only five inches long, was as hard as steel. Megan, for her part, was writhing around and came quickly and hard.

  Over the next month, the sexual tension was palpable. Megan was rather naughty, talking to him like a proper woman and wife but wearing short, revealing clothes. I could tell that Sakeem enjoyed what he was seeing and I noticed the large bulge in his crotch.

  One time Megan “accidentally” walked in on Sakeem when he was stepping out of the shower. When the sound of the water stopped, she stepped in wearing just a towel just as our black student stepped out of the shower. “Startled,” my wife dropped her towel, exposing her naked body to him, then her gaze went to his groin. Sakeem had an amazing black cock, incredibly thick and hanging more than half way down his thigh. He didn’t miss the opportunity, stepping up and kissing her. As she kissed him passionately, she felt that mighty black weapon slithering and hardening against her, readying to penetrate her white vagina.

  Sakeem turned the shower back on to cover the noise, but I heard everything well from just behind the door. Megan was panting and groaning, telling her handsome black lover how great his cock felt inside of her and how much better he was than her husband. My little white penis was completely outmatched, but it was every bit as hard and ready for action, and I stroked it as I listened. He was fucking my wife doggy style against the sink, inspiring three orgasms before Sakeem was about to cum. Megan dropped to her knees and took his cock in her mouth. Although it was huge and she had trouble taking it, I’m proud to say that my wife sucked it like a champion as she caressed his balls, her eyes looking up and locked on her lover’s eyes as he blasted his seed down my wife’s throat.

  Although the program ended at the end of the semester, Sakeem decided to stay with us for the entire four years. Although I’d had a vasectomy after the birth of our son, I felt no worry or angst when Sakeem would shoot his semen inside of my wife’s unprotected womb. During his stay with us, my wife and I added two beautiful children to our family, a boy and a girl, and I couldn’t love them any more if their skin were as white as mine. Megan wasn’t trying to conceive with her black lover – she simply gave herself openly and honestly, and let nature take its course. Sakeem is leaving back to Africa next month when he graduates. We doubt we’ll ever see him again but he’s going to leave us an address where we can send him pictures of his biological children as they grow.

  Now I understand why they’re called “exchange students.” We provided Sakeem with a place to live and a woman to enjoy. He, in turn, gave us unimaginable pleasure and provided us with two more children to grow our family. That’s what I call a fair exchange!

  PLEASING THE YOUNG BUCKS

  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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  Everybody has their particular fetish. For me, I really enjoy watching my 37-year-old wife Allison have sex with college-age black boys. We live in New Jersey and I usually ride the PATH into the city for work, so I encounter a lot of young black people who are using public transportation. I know the kind of guy that Allison prefers. When I see one that she’d like, I chat them up and show them some pictures of her on my cell phone. Frankly, they seldom turn us down. Most of them are quite happy to stick their cocks inside the warm, tight pussy of a pretty, middle-aged white woman.

  At first Allison wasn’t sure how she felt about the idea but she’s grown to love it. Often times I have them meet us in a hotel room. Sometimes they even have sex in the back seat of my car. Invariably the boys have decent size equipment, often having very large cocks, and Allison has really grown an affection for black cock. She now calls herself a “queen of spades,” and she almost always has an orgasm with her lovers.

  One concern that we have is about venereal diseases. Allison usually insists that the guy use condoms unless she feels comfortable with him. In the last few years she’s had sex with well over a hundred young guys. One guy claimed to be a virgin and she allowed him to fuck her bareback. Later on we heard that he’d come down with herpes. Allison got checked and she’s clean. But we learned our lesson with that. She’s a pretty good judge of character, though, and she’s more careful now than ever.

  On rare occasions, Allison has allowed some of the choice lovers to come to our apartment. I’m always a little worried about that but I do enjoy seeing her getting fucked nice and hard, moaning like a whore on our marital bed. “Pound me, baby,” she’d moan, riding on top of him. “I want that thick black cock!” The best part is when the guy finishes and leaves our apartment, I can then take his place with her in bed, slipping my dick inside of my wife’s sloppy, used pussy. It’s amazing!

  YOUNG GUY ON VACATION

  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 wife Kayla is 29 years old. My name is Dave and I’m 34. We’ve been married for seven years and we have two young children. I was worried that our sex life might decline significantly after we had kids but I was the lucky one – we still have a very active love life. Before I met her, Kayla mostly dated black guys and when we make love, she often fantasizes about having sex with a black guy. It’s fine with me because it’s all just having fun, and I figured that it would probably just remain a fantasy. “I’m not into dating more than one guy at a time. Besides I’m married,” she would say.

  But everything just changed. Last week we vacationed down in the Florida Keys, and our fantasies came true. We arrived at the resort and Kayla decided to hang out near the pool. She changed into a g-string and went out to the pool while I went to grocery shopping for dinner and to buy some alcohol at a nearby chain. When I made it back to our room, I heard my wife’s voice through the glass doors of the balcony. Curious, I walked over and opened the doors. There was Kayla sitting with a young black guy, probably in his early twenties. She introduced him as Cornell. “He’s here on spring break,” she explained. The guy was quite handsome, with a strong, muscular body. He was wearing a speedo and obviously packing some large equipment, and he was obviously semi-erect. It’s not surprising given that Kayla still has a great body, with large firm breasts and a cute bubble butt.

  I explained that I’d just hit the liquor store and asked Cornell if he would like a drink. He asked for a margarita. Kayla said that sounded good to her as well, so I prepared three of them on the rocks with salt on the rim. I brought them out to the balcony. We talked a
bit and then Cornell said that he needed to leave and meet up with a friend who was returning from surfing, and he left.

  That night in bed, we talked about how she met Cornell at the pool and that she’d invited him up to our room.

  “Were you planning on fucking him?” I asked.

  “I don’t know,” she replied, gingerly touching my little white penis. “Do you think he’d like to fuck me?”

  “Definitely,” I replied. “I could see that he was semi-erect. And that equipment of his must be huge!”

  “I know,” she said, smiling. “I really wanted to reach inside and see it. I love black cock.”

  “But he’s a stranger. I mean, we don’t know if he’s got any diseases or anything.”

  “He has a girlfriend,” Kayla said. “I’m sure he’s clean. Would you want him to use a condom?”

  At this point she was jerking me pretty consistently. I was so turned on by the thought of her fucking this young black guy, especially bareback.

  “Don’t you think bareback is sexier, honey?” She leaned down and sucked on the head, for a few seconds, then resumed tugging. “Hmmm?”

  “Yes,” I squeaked. Just then I lost control and spilled my little dab all over my wife’s fingers.

  The next morning, we had just finished eating breakfast and were about to head over to the pool when there was a knock at the door. I opened it.

  “I’m here to see Kayla,” he said, standing there in just a bathing suit. “She said to stop by at ten for a morning dip.”

  “That’s right,” Kayla said. “Dave really wants to see you dip it inside of me.”

  “Sounds good to me,” Cornell said. He walked over to my wife and started kissing her. His hands caressed her body, all over her hour-glass frame. Her breath was getting labored, her face flush, her body undulating as he ran his fingers over her bikini bottom and pleasured her pussy. I could just picture this sexy black man’s body on top of my wife, his body between her legs, his ass cheeks flexing as he pounded her with his mighty black cock.

  Cornell laid her down on our bed. He kissed her breasts delicately, and her nipples were pointing out like erasers. Then he kissed his way down her stomach and he began to eat her pussy. Kayla’s hands were gripping the bed sheets as she moaned, loving the feeling of her young black lover pleasuring her orally. “Oh fuck, it’s good,” she said. “Right there.” He slipped in a finger, then two, still licking her clit. Her body bucked up as she grunted, groaning through a powerful orgasm.

  He turned her onto her side and got behind her, then dipped his cock into her from the spoon position. Cornell’s big cock had my wife’s pussy fully opened and filled, her cunt lips tight as a drum around his thick Johnson. “Oh God, I’m cumming,” she cried, as he pounded her right through another climax. Her hair was a mess, her breasts flopping around, her body used expertly by this strapping young black buck.

  Cornell then put her into the doggy position. Her beautiful butt was up in the air, her back arched as he fucked her from behind. “God, that’s deep,” she said. “It’s so fucking big.”

  “You don’t like it?” he asked.

  “Oh yes,” she said. “God yes. It’s fucking amazing!”

  He pounded her good and hard, slapping her ass as he rode her, my wife’s pussy filled with black cock, rode hard like a bitch by this young black sex master. Finally, he announced that he was going to come. Kayla began moaning, simulating an orgasm as her black lover pushed in balls deep and deposited his sperm right inside of my wife’s womb. He leaned against her and she craned her head around, kissing him madly.

  The two of them had sex every day that we were in Florida, sometimes twice a day. One time she even stayed the night in his room. But she didn’t neglect me either, having sex with me every day as well, and when we returned home we were both sexually exhausted. I don’t know if we will do it again, but even if we don’t, we now have enough memories to last us a lifetime.

  BLACK GUY FROM THE BUS STATION

  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 want to share one of my experiences with you. My name is Austin. My wife Katherine and I are both in our late twenties. I’d never had any interest in the cuckold lifestyle until one night when were we having sex and Katherine asked me if I’d like to see her get fucked by somebody else.

  “Do you have somebody in mind?” I asked.

  “How about Urick?” she asked as she stroked my dick. Katherine was referring to a handsome black man who we’d often see at the station while waiting for our bus into the city to arrive. I knew he liked Katherine because I’d often caught him checking her out.

  “I think that’d be hot,” I replied.

  Katherine pushed my head down between her legs. I began licking at her moist quim, and soon I brought her to a toe-curling orgasm. As she did, her girl juice streamed out of her. “I could fuck him on the bus. We can sit in the back seat,” she said.

  It was true that the bus was usually mostly empty at the hour we’d leave and we could probably pull off something like that. Still, I was skeptical that Urick would go for that. We talked about it afterward and although I started to have cold feet, my wife was determined and I agreed. I have to admit, I spent much of the night with an erection thinking of my sweet little Katherine getting royally fucked by that handsome black stud.

  When we dressed the next morning, I noticed she dressed in sexy lingerie: red crotchless panties with white lace, a matching bra, and red stockings with garters beneath her little black dress. Then she put on a pair of black high heels that completed the look. I was awfully turned on watching her put on her makeup, knowing that she was primping for her black lover. But I was having second thoughts and suggested that maybe she shouldn’t go through with it. What if she got caught?

  “You’re going to block the view, silly,” she said. “Nobody will see anything.”

  When we got on the bus, it was empty. I was nervous with anticipation but also relieved that he wasn’t there. But then I saw him walk up the steps into the bus and sit down. Katherine, who was sitting in the far back, smiled at Urick and spread her legs open. Urick checked her out and smiled, slowly nodding as he looked at me.

  “Would you like to sit here?” I said, gesturing toward my wife.

  “Damn, you know I would!” He sat down next to Katherine. He began feeling her up and she was softly moaning. I’d moved up a seat and was sitting on the edge of the seat, just enough to block the bus driver’s view. Katherine’s eager fingers unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. “It’s nice and thick,” she said, probably for my benefit. “I want to suck it.” Then I heard the sounds of slurping and sucking behind me as I stared at the bus driver.

  My penis was straining against my slacks, and I turned around to see what was happening. Urick had his pants down around his knees, laying on top of my wife on the seat, his cock in his hand and about to penetrate her. I was stunned at the size of his cock – the thing dwarfed my little white member. It had to be nine inches long, thick as my wrist and topped with a large purple head.

  I turned back toward the bus driver and tried to keep my face straight.

  “Wow,” Katherine whispered, moaning softly. “It’s so big! It feels really good.”

  I turned half-way and saw my wife’s ankles over Urick’s shoulders, her black high hee
ls bouncing as Urick’s ass pounded up and down, impaling my wife’s quim with his black battering ram. Katherine was suppressing her moans but it was still audible where I was at, though hopefully not to the bus driver over the pop music he was quietly playing. She moaned in ecstasy, orgasming wildly.

  “Uhh, fuuuuuck!” Urick moaned, grunting as exploded. His ass cheeks clenched, his balls twitched, as he filled my wife’s belly with his sperm.

  “Yes, baby,” Katherine moaned. “That was so good. So fucking good. I love your big cock!” The two of them kissed, then they both put their clothes back on. Just in time, too, as a couple minutes later the bus reached the next stop and seven passengers got on.

  That was the first time that Katherine had sex with another man during our marriage but it certainly wasn’t the last. I’ll tell you more next time.

  SHARING HER NEW BLACK LOVER

  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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  “He’s back in town?” my wife Dakota said. She was standing next to the stove, talking to her friend Allison as she stirred the pot of chicken vegetable soup. “Of course I remember him! Rakim was my first boyfriend. We dated for a few weeks back in high school but my parents made me break it off. They didn’t like me dating a black guy.”

  I was sitting in my recliner watching television, but my attention was immediately drawn away from my show towards my wife’s conversation.