MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  I never cheated on Cole before we were married. Although he wasn’t a virgin, he wasn’t very experienced. He’s not very charismatic and he’s pretty quiet in public. Basically, he’s the kind of guy that girls love to marry but aren’t very interested in sexually. When I met him, he was so excited to have a girlfriend as pretty as me. For my part, I didn’t find him to be all that sexually attractive but his personality more than made up for it. After dating for six weeks, I finally let him have sex with me. He was so excited that he came quickly, leaving me unsatisfied. Frankly, given how small his penis is (not even five inches), I don’t know if he could have gotten me off with that, anyway. But overall I was satisfied with our relationship. He called and showed up when he was supposed to, and he was somebody I could bring home to mother. Although I was faintly bored, things were good.

  But then I met our neighbor, Tom. He was very handsome and sexy, with a confident swagger and very charismatic. I just melted talking with him, and he was quite flirtatious with me. I felt so wet between my legs and I knew that I was going to end up sleeping with him. I didn’t want to hurt Cole, so I made sure to be discreet. I’d often sneak over to Tom’s house after work or when Cole was out running errands. And the sex with him was amazing. He had a long thick cock, nearly twice as long as my husband’s, and it felt amazing inside of me. I never failed to orgasm with Tom. He was such an incredible man and I felt a strong desire to have his child.

  Later on, when Cole and I decided that we were ready to start a family, I tracked my cycle and played a little game with it. When I was actually ovulating, I would always have a headache or be tired with my husband. Of course, secretly I was having sex with Tom every day during that time, sometimes twice. Tom was so excited knowing that he was getting to impregnate another man’s wife that his cock would get even bigger and harder. A day or so after my ovulation ended, I would tell Cole that I was now fertile. He, too, was excited about having baby making sex and getting laid every day. But I knew that the window had already closed by that time, and in fact Tom’s baby was already growing in my womb.

  WORKING AS A MODEL

  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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  At the suggestion of one of our mutual friends, I decided that I would have my wife Abby take a set of model-like photos for posterity while she’s still young. Abby is a beautiful woman, with enormous G-cup breasts that never fail to attract attention and a thin, curvy body that accentuates her bosom.

  Looking online, we found a photographer. His name is Khalan and his web page was filled with beautiful yet tasteful pictures. When I spoke with him over the phone, I could tell by his accent that he was black. He seemed very knowledgeable and friendly, and I hired him that night.

  When Khalan arrived, I was surprised to see how handsome he looked. The guy obviously worked out a lot at the gym, and although his nose was a little wide, the guy looked quite stunning. Abby was dressed smartly, looking stunning in a short skirt and a transparent silk blouse. The attraction between the two of them was intense, and I got a semi just thinking about the two of them together. We all talked over cheese and crackers, sipping on wine to help us all relax. Then we went to the bedroom to begin the photo shoot.

  At first Abby was a little uncertain about what to do, but at Khalan’s direction she soon was posing like a pro. Soon he asked my wife to remove her blouse. She unbuttoned it and down t dropped, exposing her huge tits in nothing but an undersized bra. He continued clicking away as she posed in different positions. Hoping to help things along, I walked up behind her and undid her bra. It fell onto the sheets as her breasts were now fully uncovered. Abby crossed her arms below her breasts and lifted fingers to cover the nipples, but she managed to cover up very little. Khalan seemed stunned, staring at her rack, and told her that he’d never seen a woman with such gorgeous breasts. Abby then dropped her arms, allowing them to be fully exposed.

  “You really do like them,” Abby said, pointing at Khalan’s crotch. The bulge there was impressive, and he was clearly well-equipped.

  “I certainly do,” he replied.

  Without any direction, Abby began laying back on the bed, playing with her breasts. “I think black men are very sexy.” She spread her legs a bit, exposing a flash of panties inside her skirt. My cock was rock hard now. Khalan, for his part, continued taking pictures. I walked up to the end of the bed, pulled down her skirt and panties, and tossed them onto the floor. She was now completely nude. She began fingering her clit, her legs spread wide as he took pictures of her moist pussy.

  “Look, honey,” Abby said, looking at me. “My pussy is so wet for him. I want to feel a big black cock inside of me.”

  Khalan looked at me. I shrugged. “What can I say? It’s every guy’s fantasy to see his wife fucking another guy. Especially a black guy.” I dropped my jeans, pulled out my little white penis and jerked on my shaft.

  The black cameraman set his camera down, stripped off his clothes and got on top of my wife. I gasped when I saw his cock. That thing had to be ten inches long. He licked her breasts, sucking on her stiff nipples, and soon she was moaning in pleasure. My wife’s hands were on his cock, holding it and stroking it a bit. Khalan began kissing her and then lined up his monstrous meat at my wife’s tight, wet entrance. He pushed himself in a few inches and Abby’s eyes popped open.

  “Oh God!” my wife said. “It’s so big!”

  “Does it hurt?”

  “No, it feels amazing! Unbelievable!”

  Khalan kept pushing himself in deeper, inch by inch. I saw my wife’s hands gripping the sheets as she groaned her appreciation. Soon he was fucking her vigorously, and Abby’s legs were up around his waist, holding him tight against her.

  “Oh, God, I’m cumming!” Abby threw her head back, arched her back, and groaned loudly as a fierce orgasm rocketed through her body. He put her through a second orgasm before he flipped her over and fucked her like a dog. She came a third time before his climax neared. I saw his tight black buttocks clenching, his body sweating, as he reached his climax. He grunted and pushed in deep inside of her. His cock jerked, his balls clenched, as that magnificent black man filled her white pussy with his virile sperm.

  Khalan quickly got dressed, picked up his camera, and continued taking pictures. My wife’s pussy was gaping open, with her black lover’s seed dripping out of her quim. I was so turned on that I put my head in her crotch and began licking and sucking her clean. Abby ran her fingers through my hair as I ate her pussy, then I slipped my little penis inside of her spent cunt. I only lasted a couple of minutes before I lost control and my shriveling penis drizzled inside of her.

  Khalan called a couple of days later and reported that the pictures looked amazing. He emailed to us and we loved them. In fact, Abby loved them so much that she suggested I invited him back for another session. When he arrived, though, he didn’t have his camera. Abby didn’t seem disappointed or even surprised, though, so I don’t think it was a business call. He’s now coming over about twice a month and Abby couldn’t be happier!

  THE HANDSOME ESCORT

  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 had an interesting adventure last year that I’d like to share with you. My company was holding an event down at our Houston office. Our team was presenting in front of a number of heavy hitters from across the industry. As an executive on the management team, I was expected to be there. My husband Ian is a teacher and he wasn’t able to take off work to join me, so I was going alone. But the president of the company made it clear that I shouldn’t be there alone.

  “Gabriella, I’m simply saying that it would be best if you had your husband with you,” he said. “It looks better if you’re not alone.”

  “A lot of people are single,” I replied. “They can’t bring anybody along.”

  “Honestly, even single women at your level bring along somebody. They often hire an escort to accompany them to functions.”

  I thought about it and realized that he was right. The solution would be for me to call an escort. I found one online and gave them a call. I looked at the pictures of the men online and I found them all to be rather attractive, though one in particular caught my eye. His name was Grady and he was very well-built, with a washboard stomach, large biceps, and a handsome face. At first I wasn’t sure about bringing a black man to the event, but then I figured that we’re in a new world today and there’s nothing wrong with a white woman and a black man going to an event as a couple. Besides, as a married woman, he was simply escorting me. I had no intention of having sex with him and surely everyone would understand that.

  Grady met me at my hotel room. He was dressed in a sharp Italian suit and he looked quite dapper. He had a deep voice and he was very charismatic, and there was definitely some sexual chemistry there. Grady took my arm and we got inside the limousine and went to the event.

  At the event, everybody was very friendly and cordial. Nobody asked what my relationship was to Grady, which was both a surprise and a relief, and I was excited to see what a brilliant conversationalist Grady could be. People were simply enthralled by him and his stories, and I felt proud to be at his side.

  Afterward, we returned to my hotel room. I’d had a few glasses of wine and I was feeling pretty good, and I wasn’t sure whether I should simply send Grady away.

  “The night isn’t over,” he said. “I’m a trained masseuse.”

  I love a massage so I invited him into my room. In the bathroom, I slipped out of my evening gown down and removed my bra and panties, then wrapped a towel around me. When I walked into the room, Grady whistled.

  “You’re one beautiful woman,” he said. Grady was now wearing just his boxer shorts. “I hope you’re getting a lot of sex at home because you were made for lovemaking.”

  I blushed at his comments and thanked him. He directed me to lay down on the bed and I did. Then he began giving me a wonderful massage. I really enjoyed it, but also loved having this strong, handsome man on top of me. I could see his black legs on either side of me, and the idea of having sex with him had me very excited. After a half hour of this, he asked me if I wanted something more.

  “It’s my job,” he said, staring into my eyes. “To take care of your needs. Would you like something more.”

  Although my husband and I are in a monogamous relationship, I was on the other side of the country. He would never know. “Yes,” I replied.

  He slowly moved up on top of me, and we kissed for a long time. I loved it as his hands roamed all over my body, kissing my face and neck, down my chest and breasts, down my stomach. Then he spread my legs wide and gave me wonderful oral sex. Ian never really enjoyed doing that, and Grady was simply an expert at it. He brought me to two toe-curling orgasms.

  Then Grady removed his boxers, exposing his cock. I was stunned at how large it was. Ian’s penis is only six inches long and not very thick, but Grady had to be nine inches and much thicker. When he lined up that giant cock at my entrance, I was concerned that I might not be able to take all of it. But as he inched it inside of me, my vagina stretched to accommodate him. The feeling of having that cock inside of me was amazing, and having this muscular, dark-skinned man on top of me had me so wet. I ran my hands slowly across his back and buttocks, loving the feeling of his strong, masculine body as his cock plunged repeatedly inside of me. I don’t know how, if it was his pelvis rubbing against me or just the size of his cock putting my clit in the right position, but I was getting nice clitoral stimulation with each thrust and soon an electric orgasm shot through my body, followed by a second. Honestly, it was a totally different experience from having sex with Ian, so much better. We made love in many different positions that night, with lots of kissing and caressing in each.

  After paying Grady for his services, I crashed into bed and slept soundly, thoroughly sexually satisfied. Of course, I never told my husband about what happened. From that point forward, every time I’ve gone on business trips I hire an escort. Every one of them did a great job in bed, but Grady was the best. The next time I’m in Houston, I’ll definitely look him up.

  BARE AND BLACK

  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 name is Liam and I’m 32 years old. I’ve been married to my wife Alexandra for four years this March, and she is 23 years old. Something very significant happened this past summer and I want to tell you about it. Like a lot of women these days, Allie doesn’t like the idea of taking artificial chemicals into her body. She refuses to take the birth control pill and she’s insisted that I wear a condom every time that we make love. From the time I’ve met her, I’ve never made love to her bareback.

  In August, Allie and I attended a party at the Hilton downtown. There was a lot of dancing but since I don’t enjoy dancing, I spent most of the night at the bar chatting with some of the guys. Every once in a while I’d cast a glance back in Allie’s direction and I couldn’t help but notice that a young black man was paying a lot of attention to my wife. The guy was a good bit taller than me and in great shape, and I could tell that Allie appreciated his attention. The two of them danced through the evening, though she would stop between sets and share a drink with the guy. He introduced himself as Carston.

  By the time the night was over, Allie and I were both a little drunk. Carston hadn’t consumed quite as much, and when he offered to drive us back to our place, we agreed. I seemed to get more drunk during the drive, and when I got home I sat down in the recliner. I didn’t think I’d fallen asleep but later I woke up and realized I was sitting in the living room in darkness. I turned on the lamp and walked toward our bedroom. But as I neared the room, I could see light coming through the open bedroom doorway and hear noises inside. When I reached the bedroom and looked inside, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Allie was naked on the bed, her legs bent at the knee and pressed against the thighs of her muscular black lover, who was pounding her hard. Allie was moaning uncontrollably, arching her back as she received his cock. I couldn’t believe how thick it was, and he was clearly
long as well because he would pull out a good five or six inches of cock with each mighty thrust without fully leaving her body.

  “I’m getting close, baby,” he said.

  “Be careful,” she warned. “I’m not on the pill.”

  That’s when I realized that he was fucking her bareback. His began fucking her harder, faster now, and I knew he was about to come. His face grimaced and he grunted, pushing his cock in balls deep. It was that moment that I knew he had no intention of pulling out, that he was going to shoot his load inside of my wife. His arms were underneath Allie, holding her tight against him. As I ran toward him, I saw his heavy black sack resting against my wife’s creamy white ass cheeks. I could see his balls twitching, his cock beginning to gently twist as he filled her with cream. I screamed and grabbed his shoulders and tried to push him off. But he was so strong, so big that it didn’t even phase him.

  “Get off of her!” I yelled.

  Carston had a look of pure bliss on his face as the last of his baby batter seeped out and was soaked up by Allie’s snug beaver. Finally he pulled out and semen leaked out of her cunt, landing on the mattress sheets.

  I was so humiliated and upset at Carston for what he did. I wasn’t happy with Allie either, and I haven’t made love with her since that incident, partly because I was angry but partly because I don’t think she’d be interested in my much smaller penis after sampling her black lover’s whopper. Since that time, Allie missed her period in August and again in September. She’s going to take a pregnancy test but we already know the answer. I still can’t believe that after making her husband use condoms for four years of marriage, along comes a handsome young black stud and she allows him to take her bareback. And now I’m going to have to raise a black baby and explain that to my family and friends. How humiliating!

  WATCHING AT THE BAR

  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.