MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  “Oh, it’s true,” she said with a laugh. I was pretty sure she was talking about his penis size. According to my wife, Rakim was equipped with a long, thick cock.

  Dakota didn’t often speak of Rakim but I’d always found it fascinating. When we were dating, she told me that she didn’t believe in premarital sex. Although we ultimately did the deed before our wedding, she wouldn’t even give me a handjob until we had dated for six months. But one time after a few drinks, Dakota confessed to me that she gave Rakim a blowjob on their first date, and during the short time that they dated she was giving him a blowjob nearly every day.

  “We were going to but it just didn’t happen,” she continued. “A neighbor caught us before we could do it.”

  I knew what she was talking about. Rakim had taken her to the local drive-in. Instead of watching the movie, her black boyfriend quickly got her clothes off and they were making out. Dakota was desperate to feel his thick cock inside of her. She wasn’t on any birth control but she was willing to take the risk with him. Just before he was about to take her bareback, a racist neighbor of hers recognized his vehicle. He shined a flashlight inside the car and prevented their coupling. Her parents grounded her for months and forced her to stop dating him.

  “Oh, jeesh, Allie.” My wife sounded surprised. “If I were single that would be one thing, but I’m a married woman now.” She paused as her friend responded. “I really shouldn’t. I’m a married woman.” Another pause. “There’s nothing wrong with talking, but Allie….”

  My wife started to whisper quietly enough that I couldn’t hear what she was saying. After about ten minutes, she called into me.

  “Harry, honey?”

  “Yes?”

  “Allie’s having some bad issues at work and she needs some girl time. Would it be okay if I go out with her and have a drink?”

  I paused for a moment. I was pretty sure that she wasn’t planning on meeting up with Allie at all, but having some drinks with her old black boyfriend. Although I felt a little tightness in my stomach, I found myself very aroused. I didn’t really see any harm in her spending some time flirting with her old black lover. Although I didn’t hear everything in her conversation, what I’d heard made me feel confident that she wouldn’t cheat on me, so I told her to go ahead.

  On Friday night, Dakota got all dressed up to go on her date. It was so hot watching her primp and prepare for her old lover. One thing that concerned me was that she put on a sexy new set of red-and-black bra and panties that I’d never seen before. I saw the tags thrown in the trash, so I knew that she had purchased new lingerie for her date. Dakota said she’d be home around eleven and I shouldn’t wait up for her, but I figured that reminiscing with her old boyfriend would get her aroused, so I waited up anyway.

  My wife didn’t get home until nearly three in the morning. I was asleep when I heard her walking through the darkness toward the bedroom. I saw her shadowy figure stumble to the doorway, then standing their holding her arms out against the doorway, holding herself up. She seemed totally smashed.

  “You’re home?”

  She just nodded.

  “Did you drive yourself home?”

  “No,” she said, slurring her words. She stumbled forward into the room, took off her clothes down to her panties, and then dove into bed and pulled a sheet over herself.

  Dakota was laying on her side, facing away from me. I moved up against her and smelled tequila on her breath and a man’s cologne on her skin. I ran my hands down her body, then grabbed her hands and moved her onto her back.

  “It looks like Rakim finally got what he wanted,” I said. “Was he as good as you were hoping?”

  “I told you I was going out with Allie.”

  “I overheard you talking with her.” I kissed her up her neck, then up to her lips. “So how was he? Was he good in bed?”

  As I kissed and caressed her, Dakota told me the details of her encounter. She met Rakim at the bar downtown. They had a great time talking about what they’ve done since high school. He kept ordering more rounds of drinks. For some reason Rakim never seemed to get drunk, but she had a couple too many to drink and got smashed. She was too drunk to drive, so he offered to drive her home. But he drove her to his house first and as soon as they got through the front door, he pounced on her.

  I asked her to describe everything that happened in detail. As she described it, I kissed my way down her body until I reached her panties. She lifted her hips to help me remove them. As I did, I noticed that the crotch was sticky and I could smell the strong odor of male semen. That surprised me because Dakota isn’t on birth control and we always use condoms when we make love. Dakota smiled and said she’s sorry but Rakim said he doesn’t like condoms. I remembered how she nearly allowed Rakim to penetrate her without protection in high school and now, after all these years, the lovers had finally made it happen.

  While Dakota described how she sucked his enormous cock, I went to licking her semen-soaked snatch. I dug my tongue in deep, licking and sucking up as much of Rakim’s sperm as possible to prevent any accidental pregnancy. I pulled apart the hood of her clitoris and began to lick her clit directly as she described how amazing his cock felt, the feeling of fullness that she’d never felt before as it pounded her white vagina. She said that she didn’t want to hurt my feelings or bruise my ego, but it was easily the best sex of her life and she came nearly a dozen times.

  Although it felt like a punch in the gut to hear that, my penis was harder than ever. I quickly grabbed a condom from the nightstand, rolled it on and slipped my member inside of her used cunt. I’m not sure if she was loose from Rakim’s ample tool or if she was simply very wet from a combination of her own juices and Rakim’s semen, but in any case my rubber-encased penis felt like it was penetrating a bowl of warm soup. Although the lack of friction didn’t help, I was so excited from the whole situation that I soon shot my load into the condom’s reservoir. As we cuddled in bed, I got up the courage to ask her what I really wanted.

  “Do you think we could do a threesome?”

  Dakota reached for her cell phone and texted Rakim. He said he was down with it. A couple of nights later, he arrived at our house. Dakota and Rakim started kissing madly the moment he got through the doorway. When we got in bed, Rakim asked me to fluff him. He was semi-erect when I took his huge tool into my mouth. I loved the way his cock hardened in my mouth, though it never got as hard as my cock does. I hoped to suck him to completion and take his cum in my mouth, but he pulled away and began to fuck Dakota in the missionary position. I moved my cock over to Dakota’s face and I received an excellent blowjob. I shot my cum inside of my wife’s mouth just a moment before Rakim blasted his sperm deep inside of her cunt.

  It’s now been a couple of weeks since my wife’s encounter with her black lover. It’s been a huge benefit to our marriage as we are making love every night and having some of the best sex of our married life. Rakim told Dakota that he doesn’t want another threesome but he’d like to date her on the regular and Dakota is thrilled at the idea. Although I support it, I’ve asked my wife to either go on the Pill or get an IUD. She said that she’s thinking about it. In the meantime, my wife says she will tell her black lover that it’s okay for him to come inside of her during the safer parts of the month. When she’s ovulating, Rakim can pull out if he doesn’t want to get her pregnant. Although I’m a little concerned that something could go wrong, I trust my wife’s judgment and I’ve never been more sexually satisfied than I am today!

  COME BACK TO OUR PLACE

  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 co
pyright 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 name is John. My wife Isabelle is 32 and I’m 37. We have some friends who are swingers and one of my wife’s friends talked with her about dating other men. She asked me what I thought and we talked about it, and eventually we agreed to open our relationship in this way. Isabelle is a beautiful woman with firm, medium-sized breasts, a slim waist and rounded hips.

  Isabelle has always had a high sex drive, and due to our work and kids I wasn’t really giving her what she needed. Although I’ve never been able to bring her to orgasm through intercourse alone, I thought that was pretty normal and I did a pretty good job with my tongue. Sometimes we would watch porn with two men and one woman, and she seemed to really enjoy those movies. I’d also talked about watching her with a man who has a bigger cock but she’d say that mine was big enough.

  One time we almost did a MFM threesome with our swinger friends. They introduced us to a guy who enjoyed participating in them and Isabelle said he was handsome. We went out to a bar to meet him and she was dressed in a sexy blouse and a short skirt. She flirted with him and I thought that we were going to have a good time together that night, but right before we left my wife changed her mind. “I’m not ready for this,” she said. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be.”

  More recently, we went to a minor league baseball game and there were two black guys who were checking her out. I went to get some beers and when I returned, they were chatting with her. I couldn’t help but notice that they couldn’t keep their eyes off my wife’s shapely legs. She was wearing a short skirt and at the right angle, you could probably see a little of her panties. The guys were much younger than us, probably college age or a little older. Kelvin didn’t have the best looking face but he had a perfect body, very muscular with a washboard chest peeking out from his t-shirt. Asaad had a better looking face and was taller, but he didn’t have the muscles. It was obvious that Isabelle enjoyed their attention.

  After the game, they invited us to go to the tavern for some drinks and pool. We had a good time their, having drinks and nachos as we played pool, then when it was time to leave I asked Isabelle if we should invite them back to our place.

  “What for?” she asked.

  “For dinner.” I shrugged. “Maybe more.”

  Isabelle gave me a wicked smile. “That sounds like fun. Let’s do it.”

  At our house, she made the guys some sandwiches. While they were watching TV, I pulled her aside behind the island in the kitchen and fingered her pussy. I asked her if she liked them.

  “Yes, I do. I’ve always liked black guys.”

  “You want to fuck two black guys at once, don’t you?”

  I could tell by her reaction that she was very turned on by the idea. I told her that I’d ask the guys.

  “You know,” I said, interrupting their TV viewing. “It’s getting late. If you two would like to stay the night, we’d be happy to have you stay. My wife has a king sized bed, so there’s room enough for all three of you.”

  The two guys mouths dropped.

  “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Asaad asked, setting the rest of his sandwich down.

  “It’s up to you. My wife is a free spirit and she likes the two of you.”

  The guys looked at each other, then back at me. “Yeah, we’ll stay here tonight.”

  I went back and informed Isabelle that things were going well. She said she wanted a quick shower and she’d put on some lingerie, so send up the guys in twenty minutes. I did just that. When they arrived in our bedroom, Isabelle was waiting for them on the bed wearing a sexy babydoll. Kelvin and Asaad both quickly stripped. I was pleasantly surprised to see that both of them were well-equipped. Kelvin, though having the perfect body, only had an eight-inch cock about as thick as a kielbasa. Asaad’s cock was a whopper, easily ten inches long and thick as a coke can. My little four inch penis was fully erect, and I stripped off my clothes so that I could masturbate to the show I was about to see.

  I turned off the overhead bedroom light, so the only light came from the lamp on the bed stand. Kelvin and Asaad jumped into bed. They knelt down at either side of her face, and she had a hand around each cock, was going back and forth sucking them. I slid onto the bed, pulled down her red panties to reveal her hairy pussy, and I put my face in her snatch and began to lick her. Isabelle was hot as a firecracker, moaning as I ate her slowly. I then sucked on her nipples, which were already stiff and erect. I saw that Kelvin wanted to mount her, so I backed away. He aimed his black knob at my wife’s slippery opening, then leaned forward and forced himself inside, his veiny shaft slipping right in.

  “Oh God,” Isabelle gasped. “It’s so much bigger than my husband’s little thing.” She sighed. “It’s so fucking great!” She went back to sucking on Asaad’s cock as Kelvin fucked her nice and easy, slowly pumping in and out. My wife’s back was arching, her body quivering. He pounded her with slow, deep strokes until he was in balls deep, his equipment slapping against her ass with each thrust.

  “I want to fuck you with this cock,” Asaad said.

  “Lay down, then,” she said. Kelvin took the hint and dismounted. Asaad lay down on his back and my wife got on top of him, slowly lowering her pussy onto him.

  “God damn, you’re big,” she said, slowly inching herself down. “Fuck! It’s good, though. Just damn!”

  Slowly she got herself on top of him. I walked over and grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer, lubed up my cock, and began masturbating.

  “Let me see that,” Kelvin said. As I watched my wife riding high on her black lover’s giant cock, Kelvin lubed up his cock and aimed it at her asshole. “Oh my,” she said. “I don’t know…” But she lay down on top of Asaad, exposing her asshole to Kelvin. He pushed himself slowly inside.

  “How is it?” he asked.

  “Mnnnhhh,” Isabelle said. I wasn’t sure if she was experiencing pleasure, pain or both. Asaad was motionless while his friend got himself inside. But once Kelvin had fully penetrated her, they both began to slowly thrust inside of her. Her white body was enveloped by the bodies of these two young black men.

  Up until then, I hadn't thought about pregnancy. I’d had a vasectomy when I was with my first wife, so we didn’t need to worry about that between ourselves. “You’d better pull out,” I warned Asaad, “if you don’t want her to get pregnant. She’s not on the pill.” He looked at me and nodded.

  Isabelle was kissing Asaad beneath her while Kelvin kissed her neck. My wife’s pussy was making slurping sounds as she got royally fucked. I slowly stroked my meager manhood as I watched.

  “I’m almost there,” Kelvin said. Although still going pretty slow, he was picking up the pace as he fucked my wife’s ass. “I’m going to come.”

  “Oh God,” Asaad grunted. “I’m gonna come. I can’t pull out.” He was caught in a three-person sex machine, my wife grinding her cunt around his cock as Kelvin reached his own climax. “Do it, baby. Come in my pussy!” When I heard her say that, my hand jerked my little pop gun in a blur, and I squirted a little drip onto the carpet. I saw Asaad’s thick shaft begin to jerk, his balls twitching as he pumped my wife’s vagina full of his seed. Just then Kelvin finished, his hands squeezing my wife’s ass cheeks as he pumped her shitbox full of semen.

  As Asaad and Isabelle kissed, his cock slowly slackened and popped out, followed by a gush of cream. “Yes, that’s it, baby. Give me every drop.” Somehow, deep down, I think I knew it would end that way. Kelvin pulled out of her ass and cleaned himself off in the bathroom while Isabelle lay in Asaad’s arms, kissing his neck and lips while her hand slowly rubbed his muscular chest. Kelvin then joined them in bed and they pulled the sheets over them. I took my pillow to the spare room for the night.
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br />   The next morning Isabelle made them breakfast. After she gave them both a long, sexy kiss, I drove them to their apartment. After I returned home, Isabelle told me that they’d fucked a second time during the night and once again in the morning before I awoke. I went to make love to her and took her to our bedroom. She lay down and spread her legs. I hesitated for a moment, inhaling the pungent smell of her pussy. She grabbed a hold of my head and with two hands pulled my face into her pussy. She put a leg over my shoulder, hooking it behind my neck to hold me in place. I gently darted my tongue into her and over her clit, making her moan. She was clearly enjoying it, and my penis was rock hard. “Clean up my pussy, honey. Eat every little drop of their come.” Her words were nasty but honestly I loved it, and I enjoyed licking up her black lover’s load.

  Since that time Isabelle has become very outgoing and dates a lot of different guys. She currently has four regular lovers, and she’s always trying out new guys as well. I love the way that she’s grown in confidence and as a lover!

  MY HUSBAND’S YOUNG ASSISTANT

  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’ve been married to my husband Evan for five years. We both enjoy watching videos about cuckolded husbands, especially when the wife is fucking black men. For some reason I can’t explain, it’s a huge fantasy for both of us. And over the last few years, he’s been encouraging me to try it in real life.