MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  I also worked in my husband into the mix. He would come by and visit me about once every couple of weeks. He didn’t know it but sometimes I would hook up with another guy earlier in the day before sleeping with Isaac. But although he was jealous, he really liked to hear the stories about my adventures on campus, and I’d often tell him about a recent hookup while we were making love.

  Sometimes when we couldn’t get together, I would leave my phone on with the volume turned all the way down so that my husband could hear us talking and the sounds of our lovemaking. I made a point to be vocal with my lovers, telling them how great their large cocks felt inside of me, and vocalizing whenever we’d change positions. As I explained to Aidan, while I verbalized some things for his benefit, my moans and groans were real, and my multiple orgasms weren’t faked at all. (Aidan likes cunnilingus and always manages to give me an orgasm with his tongue, but his five inch penis isn’t very thick and I never orgasm from intercourse with him.) Aidan said he appreciated getting the chance to hear me with my lovers and he loved masturbating as he pictured it all in his head.

  One of my favorite lovers is Jayvon, who happens to be black. I don’t have a thing for black guys but he’s a very handsome, cocky guy with a great body. All the girls love Jayvon and I was eager to give him a try. I don’t know if it was just him or if the rumors are true, but Jayvon had the largest cock of any guy I’d ever slept with, and I’ve slept with over 200 guys so far. I measured it and it came to nearly 10 and a half inches long, and it was nearly as big as a Coke can around. Although I was always very wet for him and we used lubrication, it always took a lot of time and effort to fit him inside of me. Even as he fucked me, although it felt great it also felt like I was overfilled and overstretched a bit. I’d noticed that guys with big cocks move your clit a bit with each thrust, making orgasm possible during intercourse, but with Jayvon it was just over the top. The stimulation internally and externally was incredible, and I would come so hard with him that I’d often black out. I knew right away that I’d have sex with him as much as he’d allow.

  There’s one little problem with my experiment, though. I just found out that I’m pregnant. I have no idea who the father is. I figured out roughly the time when it happened and I’d slept with eleven different guys during that two week span. Luckily I have my journal so I remember who the guys are. My husband Isaac wasn’t one of them, so I can rule him out as the biological father. I was a little scared to tell him about it but he wasn’t angry at all, and in fact was excited. The only thing we’re worried about is that Jayvon might be the father and the baby might be black. I slept with him three times during those two weeks, so it’s a possibility. We won’t know until our baby is born, but regardless Isaac and I are excited to be starting our family a little earlier than we’d planned.

  HER OFFICE HUSBAND

  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’m Jason. My wife Brooklyn is a pretty 23-year-old brunette and she recently confessed to me that she’d like to sleep with other men. One time she mentioned over drinks that she had a thing for our neighbor Stan, and she agreed to sleep with him if I could arrange for it to happen. I bought some cameras and set them up in our bedroom at various locations and angles, and made sure that they all worked before I worked on getting them together.

  I invited Stan over for some beers to discuss some work I wanted done in my garage. It didn’t take him long to realize that we had something else in mind, and soon Brooklyn had him in our bedroom naked. I learned that I needed to move the microphone a bit because I didn’t get the best recording of my wife’s moaning as he fucked her with his big cock. Still, it was a good first attempt and I uploaded it to an online site.

  That’s when something strange happened. My wife’s “office husband,” her co-worker Mason, found the video online and asked her about it. Brooklyn was very embarrassed but Mason explained that he and his wife also have an open relationship. He came right out and propositioned her. Although she didn’t like the idea of mixing business and pleasure, she’d always wanted to have sex with Mason and she agreed, explaining that he’d need to do it at our house, in our bedroom. And, since we only use condoms for birth control, he’d need to wear a rubber. He said he didn’t like rubbers but he’d think about it.

  I wasn’t at home when the two of them got together, but I got to see the full video afterward and spliced it all together to make a great amateur film. Brooklyn was dressed like a sweet little virgin, in a tight little skirt with white stockings.

  “So, how big is your husband’s penis?” he asked.

  “It’s not very big,” she said. “Less than five inches.”

  “That can’t satisfy you,” he replied.

  “That’s what you’re here for,” she said, her hand rubbing his crotch. “I’ve wanted to try that big cock of yours for months.” They were kissing and necking, and his hand was running up her creamy thighs and massaging her crotch. Brooklyn’s small breasts were heaving, her legs squirming as he touched her masterfully. Soon he had all her clothes off and she was on top of him, easing her pussy down onto his big, thick rod. I noticed that he wasn’t wearing a rubber but there was nothing I could do, as it had already happened.

  “Oh god, it feels so good,” she said, slowing taking it inside of her. “Your cock is so thick. I’m so wet for you.” I didn’t think she could take all of him but she did, and soon she was bouncing hard like a naughty little cowgirl. She was moaning in pleasure as he tweaked her nipples, and soon they came together. I saw Mason’s legs tensing up as his balls unloaded their ammunition deep inside of her cunt.

  Since that time, my wife has starred in a number of videos with Mason. I’ve uploaded all of them to the internet, and I’m proud to say that they’ve been pretty popular on that site. I love seeing that big, thick cock giving my wife incredibly orgasms that I never could, her face in pure bliss as he shoots his seed deep inside of her. So far she hasn’t gotten pregnant. I’m worried but Mason refuses to use condoms. I know it’s only a matter of time before he makes me a daddy!

  HER MOTORCYCLE BAD BOY

  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 Kyle and I’ve been happily married to my wife Gabrielle for six years. Although our love life has always been satisfying, I’ve always fantasized about seeing her get fucked by another man. Of course, I’ve never admitted that to her. Gabrielle is 28 years old with nice hips and small breasts. She’s a beautiful woman and often attracts attention from men. I’ve never given her an orgasm through intercourse but she says that’s okay, she doesn’t need an orgasm to enjoy being with me.

  Gabrielle works at a dentist’s office and she te
lls me about how naughty the married women are who work there, often engaging in extramarital sex. I’d always figured that she just enjoyed hearing about other people’s adventures and didn’t have any interest in doing that herself until recently when she went out with some of the girls for a girls night out. They went to the local strip club which was hosting a male stripper crew from out of town. A number of her friends commented on how they’d like to have sex with guys who look like that.

  Later that night, in bed, I asked her if she’d wanted to do something like that. She was a little embarrassed but admitted that the thought crossed her mind, but she wouldn’t cheat on her wedding vows. I kissed her and slipped my hand down her thigh toward her love pot, and I noticed that she was soaking wet. When I got between her legs and slipped my little penis inside of her, I fantasized about a well-endowed man fucking her silly.

  The next week, we were invited to a party hosted by one of her naughty friends. I claimed I had to work late that night unexpectedly, so Gabrielle ended up going to the party alone. When I came home, the house was empty. My wife rolled into the house just before 2 am, and she looked a little tipsy and awfully tired. She threw her clothes on the floor and slipped into bed.

  I put the moves on her but she resisted, saying she was too tired. But in the process I felt her pussy and she was soaking and swollen, and it was clear that she’d been fucked by some other guy. My little penis hardened at the thought, and I gently asked her about it. Gabrielle admitted that she loved me but she really wanted to try sex with a well-endowed guy. There was a guy there named Dino, a half-Italian and half-Puerto Rican guy with a motorcycle, who claimed to have a bigger cock than anybody around. When he was challenged, he dropped his drawers and his flaccid cock was huge, it had to be eight inches long. Gabrielle expressed interest in it and soon the two of them went upstairs to use the guest room.

  Dino quickly undressed my wife. She sucked on his cock briefly and was amazed at how big it felt in her hands, and how it grew even longer and thicker as she sucked the head and pumped the shaft. He had Gabrielle lay down and spread her legs wide. She expressed concern that she couldn’t take a cock that big, but he said “don’t worry.” He began pushing his cock inside of her inch by inch. Soon the guy had the full ten inches inside of her, and he was fucking her at first with full, long strokes. Her clit was tingling with arousal, and she felt herself at the edge of orgasm. Then he began pounding her harder, his strong muscular body on top of her. He fucked her in a number of different positions and gave her four intense orgasms before he shot his cum deep inside of her.

  Gabrielle has really blossomed since that encounter. She’s met dozens of guys, mostly using Tinder and other dating apps, and she’s had sex with over twenty in the last six months. She likes men who are tall, handsome, and very well-endowed (at least eight inches long erect and very thick). It’s partly the size of their cocks but also their attitudes and confidence that lead her to orgasm with them.

  One time she confessed to me: “I don’t want to hurt your feelings or bruise your ego, honey, but men like that do things for me in bed that you never can do. They’re so sexy and their sexual abilities are just incredible. Being with a real man makes me feel like a real woman.” It did bruise my ego a bit, but I appreciated her honesty. And frankly, her sexual awakening has brought us both more sexual satisfaction than I could have ever dreamed of.

  FINISHING HER EDUCATION

  By Polly Andrea Busch

  Copyright 2014 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 Emily. My husband Jacob and I met in the military and we both married young. Partly it was for the benefits, but we also we in love. But over time I realized that I should have gone to college before getting seriously involved with a man. When I informed Jacob that I was thinking about going to college, he was supportive of my decision. Although I would live on campus, we would make time to still see each other. And Jacob would take primary responsibility for taking care of our two kids during the week. It wouldn’t be easy, we agreed, but it would pay off in the end when I got my degree and a higher paying job.

  I remember when I first walked inside of my dorm room. I saw a young girl dressed in a t-shirt and blue jeans. The girl had white skin, large ample breasts and a rather large butt for a girl her size, with black wavy hair down to her shoulders and a cute pair of black-rimmed eyeglasses. The girl was putting her clothes into a dresser drawer. She turned around in my direction and smiled.

  “Oh hi,” she said. “You must be Emily!” The girl gave me a huge smile and a big, warm hug. “My name is Faith. We’re going to be roommates!”

  “I’m Emily,” I said, introducing myself.

  “I’m so excited to be here!” Faith jumped up and down, bouncing on her toes. “I’ve never been away from home before and I’m so excited to be free!”

  “I hear you,” I said. I hate to say it, but I was happy to be free of living a boring life with my husband.

  We unpacked our stuff and moved into the dorm room, and as we did we talked about our lives. I learned that Faith was a small town girl from Iowa. According to her, the two main reasons that she’d chosen to come to Florida for school (aside from the weather) was to get away from her parents and to be able to date black guys without judgment.

  “What’s wrong with dating white guys?” Although I’d never dated outside of my race, I’d always thought that black men were attractive but I didn’t see any need to be obsessed with them or anything. But I did appreciate the looks I got from black men. As an attractive brunette in my twenties, I’ve turned a few heads over the years. But I’d put on an extra fifteen pounds after giving birth to my two kids, with most of it going to my breasts and booty. While I still got attention from men of all races, I did notice a bit more attention from black men recently.

  “I don’t have anything against men of my own race,” she said. “But the black guys were always the boys who paid attention to me in high school. I think they really like a girl with a booty on her.” She picked up a folded blouse and laid it in her drawer. “But in Iowa I had to date them on the down low. My parents don’t approve of it. They claim they aren’t racist but the one time I brought a black guy home, my father was out of his mind. He scared the guy right out of the house!”

  I nodded and then asked the question I’d always been curious about. “So tell me, is it true what they say about black guys?”

  Faith’s eyes widened. “Do you mean their dicks?” She smiled. “Yeah, it’s true. Not every one of them, but on average it’s definitely true. A number of them are just plain huge. I’ve slept with eighteen different black men and I would say that eight inches is average for them. And that’s eight thick inches!”

  “Eighteen men,” I said in amazement. “The only guy I’ve ever slept with is my husband.”

  “That’s eighteen black men,” Faith said. “I’ve slept with white men too, and also an Asian guy. I know it for a fact that the black men have much bigger dicks.” Faith sat down on the edge of my bed. “How long is your husband’s penis?”

  “Oh jeez,” I said. “I haven’t measured him or anything but if I had to guess, I would say he’s probably about four or five inches long.”

  Faith looked disgusted. “Is it thick at least?”

  “How thick is thick? I mean, it’s like…” I thought of something to measure it against. “I’d sa
y it’s about the thickness of an uncooked hot dog.”

  Faith laughed. “That’s just awful. Sorry, I know he’s your husband and all but I would never be in a relationship with a man that tiny. I think sex is important, at least it is to me. And I’m talking good sex – not a little boy tickling you with little nub!”

  We both laughed at that.

  On Monday we started our college classes. It felt so strange being away from my husband and the kids, and I started to feel home sick. I called Jacob and the kids every day on the telephone but it really wasn’t the same as seeing them every day. But slowly I was getting used to sharing a room with a young college girl and enjoying the life of a college girl.

  A couple days later, Faith told me that about a party that was being held at one of the fraternity houses on Saturday night. There would be plenty of alcohol, she said, and lots of opportunities to dance with hot guys and hook up. She asked if I’d like to go with her and I said sure, it’d be fun.

  When Saturday arrived, we dressed to the nines for the party. Just before we left, I asked Faith to wait for a second. I called Jacob to make sure that he was okay with the whole thing.

  “Go ahead,” he said. “Go hang out with your roommate and have a good time. You should meet new people and mingle.”

  “I know,” I said. “But I wanted to make sure you don’t have a problem with it. You know, there will be a lot of single men there. There’ll be alcohol, too, from what I’ve heard. Probably kegs of cheap beer – you know, college beer. I’m thinking I’ll likely spend the night hanging out with Faith and chat with people, maybe do a little dancing.”

  “That sounds good to me.” Jacob paused and then said, “Listen, you’re getting the chance to live the life of a single girl again. I wouldn’t want to take that from you. Go out and make friends and have fun with them.”

  “I will,” I replied. “I just want to make sure that you’re okay with it. There’ll be young men there and lots of drinking. I don’t want to do anything that would make you upset.”