MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  Faith rolled her eyes at me. Dressed in a sexy crimson blouse, she was impatiently waiting as I made my telephone call.

  “There’s one thing that would make me upset,” Jacob said. “No unprotected sex. I wouldn’t be happy if you did that.”

  “Don’t be silly,” I said. Jacob and I always used condoms for birth control. And since I’d never consider abortion, it should go without saying that I wouldn’t do that. Besides, I was a married lady and I wouldn’t break my vows. “I’m not talking about sleeping with the guys.”

  In the background, I heard my daughter’s voice. Jacob stopped briefly to talk with her, then he returned the phone. “Honey, I gotta go. I think we’ve said it all. You’re a grown woman and you are free to do as you please. I’m not going to tell you how to live your life. I know you’ll make the right decisions.”

  After hanging up the phone, Faith and I walked down the street toward the frat house. The building was old and dusty. Honestly, it kind of looked like a plantation house. As we approached, I could hear rap music blaring away inside the place. At the doorway was a young black man with thick eyeglasses and held a paper list in his hands. I assumed he would check to make sure we were invited, but he just waved us inside. “Come inside, ladies.”

  As we walked inside, we found a packed room with dozens of people milling about. Roughly half of the girls there were white. The other girls, and all of the boys, were black. I’d never been around so many black people at once and I felt a little scared, but Faith was comfortable around them and she took my hand, steering me toward the beer keg at the end of a long wood table. Grabbing red solo cups, we poured ourselves some liquid courage and began sipping.

  “Hey, don’t look but those boys over there are checking us out,” Faith said.

  I gave a sly glance in that direction. Sure enough there were two strong, dark-skinned black boys standing near the ping pong table, each boy holding a plastic cup in his hand. The first boy had dreadlocks and wore Abercrombie and Fitch. The second boy wore blue jeans and a black hoodie over a t-shirt. I guess they caught us looking in their direction because they made their way across the room through the crowd. The boy with dreadlocks said his name was Darryl. The other boy, the one in the hoodie, introduced himself as Tyrone.

  Darryl and Faith really hit it off and soon they stepped over against the nearby wall. “Darryl seems to like your friend,” Tyrone said. Then he shrugged. “That’s fine with me. I love brunettes.” As I chatted with Tyrone, I thought he was incredibly sexy. He was standing close to me, his muscular frame up against my soft white body, and he leaned in when he spoke so I could hear him over the music. I noticed the scent of beer on his breath, as well as the spice of his cologne which was very nice and different from my husband’s. Tyrone explained that he was in the fraternity and he lived on the second floor upstairs. He was a Florida native like me, growing up just outside of Tallahassee, and I learned that he was a sophomore with a major in marketing. After we finished our beers, he refilled our cups. When he handed me my cup, he glanced down at my hand.

  “Hey, you’re married?”

  I nodded. “My husband and I are living apart while I go to school.”

  “Damn, that isn’t easy,” he said. “I mean, I’m sure you’ve heard the saying that long distance relationships don’t work.”

  “I’ve heard the saying,” I replied. “But I think it’s all about the quality of your relationship.”

  “Hey, I understand. I didn’t believe it either. But then I learned the hard way.” Tyrone explained that his girlfriend from high school was accepted into a university down in Miami. He thought they could keep it together, staying loyal to her and visiting her campus every month. Then he learned that she was seeing another guy on the sly the entire time. “We were just apart for too long. It’s like they say, a short separation will strengthen love but a long separation will kill it.”

  “You deserved better than that,” I said. “Cheating is terrible.”

  “What’s terrible is that I did it to myself. Honestly, she was right to want to meet someone new.” He swallowed the rest of his beer. “I think it’s great to be sexually exclusive when the two of you are together and getting it on all the time. But if you agree to only sleep with one girl but you can’t sleep with her because she lives too far from you, that’s insane. I caused myself to miss out on lots of great opportunities. The way I see it, college is a once in a lifetime opportunity for young men and women to try out other partners and just have fun.”

  I looked over at Faith. Her back was against the wall, leaning against it as she hung on his every word. Clearly she was digging Darryl.

  “I think I’m going to get a bottle of beer from the kitchen,” Tyrone said. “Are you into craft beer?”

  “I really don’t drink much.” I’d drank just two beers and already I was enjoying a nice buzz. It was probably because I was drinking on an empty stomach. I hadn’t eaten anything in hours.

  “You gotta try one,” Tyrone said. “It’s much better than that cheap macro stuff in the kegs.”

  He returned from the kitchen with a couple of pint glasses filled with beer. I took a glass and sipped on it. The taste was quite strong, almost like it was a mixture of beer and whiskey.

  “Are you sure this is beer?” I asked.

  “It’s good, isn’t it? It’s aged in whiskey barrels in Tennessee.”

  The more we talked, the more I found myself attracted to Tyrone. It was so much fun talking with him and it didn’t hurt that he was handsome and sexy.

  By that time, the party was starting to die down a bit and people were leaving the house or stepping up to the bedrooms above. Faith came over and told me that she was heading upstairs with Darryl to check out his gold fish. Downing the remainder of my beer, I said I’d go up with her. The two of them walked up the stairs with me and Tyrone following just behind them. I wasn’t sure on my feet, and it was clear to me that I was pretty well drunk at that point. I noticed some of the other black boys smirking at us as they walked us up the stairs toward their bedrooms.

  We soon reached Darryl’s room. Faith and Darryl sat inside on the couch with the room door left open. I was still outside, leaning against the hallway just outside his room, my head spinning from the alcohol. That’s when Tyrone leaned in and began to kiss my neck. His powerful black body pressed against mine and I found myself getting wet. I told myself that I was just making out with him, so it was okay. Running my hands over his body, I caressed his firm ass and legs while we kissed. Then he pulled me inside the room and shut the door.

  I glanced over at Faith. The two of them were kissing wildly. Faith’s shirt was already off and Darryl was unhooking her bra. He pushed her back on the couch, laying on top of her as they French kissed. My head was spinning from the alcohol and I didn’t know what to do.

  Tyrone started kissing me again. The boy was a great at it, and I enjoyed the scent of his skin against mine. He removed his shirt as we kissed again, then I removed mine. Soon we were embracing skin to skin. Tyrone pulled my jeans down and I realized that I was in front of this black stranger, wearing nothing but my bra and panties. I remembered what Jacob had said, that he was fine with me experimenting like a single girl in college.

  “You’re just so beautiful,” Tyrone said. “Let me taste that sweet pussy of yours before you go home.”

  I’d always loved oral sex. He lay me down on the bed and put his fingers into the sides of my panties. I raised my hips to assist him in removing them. My pussy was wet and very swollen, so eager for him. Tyrone lay on top of me, kissing my breasts and sucking my nipples. After he kissed his way down past my blonde pubes, he began to lick my love box. Although it felt good at first, he didn’t really know what he was doing and it started to feel unenjoyable.

  As I lay there, I was getting even more intoxicated. My arms were stretched across the bed, and I feared that the room might began to spin on me. Tyrone pulled down his pants and underwear, exposing his ge
nitalia. When I saw it, I was simply shocked. His cock was enormous, nearly down to his knees, easily twice the length and far thicker than Jacob’s little tool. He brought his cock to my mouth and then held the back of my head. Licking and sucking his cock, it became harder and thicker. Next to us, I heard Faith groaning in pleasure. Darryl had her in the doggy position, bent over the couch, and he was spanking her large white buttocks. She was clearly in heaven.

  Tyrone removed his big cock from my mouth. I lowered my head onto the bed. As he slid up above me, even though I was quite drunk, I knew what I needed to do. I lifted my head. “Hey, I’m not on birth control. You need to use a rubber.” He paused, but Darryl said he had a box of Magnum rubbers beneath the bed. Tyrone got up and looked under the bed, and he pulled out a black condom wrapper and returned to his position at my quim. I saw him ripping open the black tin foil and dropped my head back onto the bed.

  I felt Tyrone’s massive cock pressing against my womanhood. Slowly he pushed it inside, inch by inch, a thrust at a time. I worried I wouldn’t be able to fit all of him but soon I felt his big black testicles against my ass cheeks.

  It was unbelievable feeling his cock inside of me, so different from Jacob’s little thing. My cunt was fully filled, stretched to the limit. Tyrone leaned forward and I responded by putting by legs around his waist and locking my ankles. I raised my arms and held them around his strong shoulders. I loved the contrast of his dark black frame against my white arms and legs, finding it to be totally erotic. That big cock was touching all the right spots, and it was so big that I felt my clit moving a little big with each movement of his. Soon I felt my climax approaching, and I reached down to touch my clit. That’s when the orgasm ripped through my body. “Oh, God!” I started moaning, but it turned into a full out scream as orgasm after orgasm rocketed through my limbs. I could tell by Tyrone’s breathing that he was nearing his own climax. Grunting, he pushed his big black cock all the way deep inside of me, and I felt his cock pulsating as he fired millions of his black sperm inside of me.

  Tyrone lay down on top of me and we kissed slowly for a bit, his cock still inside of me and slowly pumping in and out. Although I barely knew this boy, I felt so safe surrounded by his strong black frame.

  I don’t know what happened next but the next thing I remember was in the morning, when Faith tapped me on the shoulder and told me to wake up. I was covered with only a white sheet.

  “Hey sleepyhead, it’s time to get up!” Faith said with a big grin. She was wearing just her bra and panties, and pulling up her jeans.

  “Oh, my head,” I said, as my brain felt like it was pulsating. A stream of sunlight streamed in from between the curtains, and I raised a hand to cover my eyes.

  “Damn, girl, you really loved Tyrone’s big cock, didn’t you? You were moaning and groaning like a whore. How many times did you have the big O?”

  I looked around the room. “What time is it?”

  “It’s almost eight o’clock in the morning, girl. Let’s get out of here.”

  Glancing over at the couch, I saw Darryl sleeping beneath a sheet. Tyrone wasn’t in the room.

  I managed to get out of bed, though on wobbly legs as I still felt a little drunk. I noticed that something felt strange between my legs. Looking down, I saw that my pussy and inner thighs were covered with dry semen.

  I looked down to the floor. Laying on the carpet was the Magnum condom wrapper from last night. The top of the foil was ripped open but the condom was still inside of it. Clearly Tyrone had tricked me, and rode me bareback.

  “Fuck!” I exclaimed. I tallied the number days since my last menstruation. More than two weeks. It really couldn’t have been worse as far as pregnancy goes. “Shit, I hope I’m not pregnant!”

  But there was nothing I could do. I put my clothes on quickly and we left the room, and did my first walk of shame with Faith back to our dormitory.

  OUT OF REVENGE

  By Polly Andrea Busch

  Copyright 2016 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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  When I learned that my husband Gavin had cheated on me, I felt like my world was shattered.

  “I didn’t plan it, Natalie,” he said. “It just happened.” He claimed he’d been working a lot of overtime on a project with a young assistant fresh out of college. As they worked through problems together, they grew closer. They also shared more about their private lives and feelings. Finally, in a hotel room while at a conference in Atlanta, they started a sexual relationship that continued for six months. It ended with the girl left the company for a job half way across the country.

  At thirty-three, I was already starting to worry that I might be losing it. Having my husband cheat with a woman eleven years my junior really pushed me over the edge. At first, all I could think about was what was wrong with me. Was I not pretty enough anymore to keep him interested? Was I now a boring, middle-aged mother?

  I went out with my girlfriend Sarah to talk about it. We went out to Mark’s, a favorite bar of ours, to talk about what was happening. She was very supportive and listened to me pouring out my feelings. At one point, a young man who looked college age to me approached me. He was a handsome guy but way too young, of course, and I was married anyway.

  He introduced himself as Aiden. He looked so young and he seemed pretty nervous. When he offered to buy me a drink, Sarah said, “she’d love one!” I looked over at her and she just smiled and winked.

  “Thanks,” I said. “I’m flattered but I can’t. I’m married.”

  Aiden paused, looking unsure what to believe.

  “She’s single,” Sarah insisted. “She wears that ring at her work so guys won’t hit on her. But she’s not working now and she needs to get out.” Sarah looked right at Aiden, waving her hand rapidly. “Go ahead, buy her a drink.”

  Aiden went ahead and ordered me a Manhattan.

  Sarah got up from her seat, leaned over into my ear and said, “I’m heading out. You have the house all to yourself tonight.” She was right – Gavin was out of town on business and the kids were at my parents’ house. “And you have a handsome young man here who is interested. Go ahead and have some fun. Gavin did it first so it’s perfectly okay. You’re justified.” She put the strap of her purse over her shoulder and started to walk away.

  “Hey, you’re my ride.”

  Aiden jumped in. “I’ve got a car.”

  Sarah smiled, pointed at Aiden, gave me a wink and walked out the front door of the bar.

  So I sipped my drink and talked with Aiden. I really did have a great time talking with him. When I finished my drink, I let him buy me another. He seemed like a really great boy who just didn’t know how to talk to girls. If I were his age, he would be somebody I would have dated him, no question. And as I thought about it, I realized, why not? The whole forsaking-all-others had already been destroyed by my husband. In fact, if I were going to forgive him, it would probably help if had some fun with this handsome young guy. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or what, but I decided I was going to bed this college-aged boy.

  He put my address into the GPS. On the way there, I put my hand on his thigh as he drove. He smiled at me, no doubt aware of my readiness. I slipped my hand down the inside of his legs, gently running my hand over his crotch. I could see his hardening manhood pressing against his jeans.

  When we reached my house, I invited him inside. I
walked over to the liquor cabinet and asked Aiden if he wanted a drink. He declined. I poured myself a shot of vodka and downed it. I wasn’t sure I felt too comfortable with this young man seeing my thirty-something naked body and caesarean scars, but I knew the alcohol would help.

  Right there, I turned around and started kissing him. As I ran my hands up his back, he wasn’t pressing for more. I was clearly the one in charge and I loved that. Slowly he ran his hands all over my body, grabbing my butt firmly.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he said.

  He started to unbutton my shirt. I stopped him, realizing that I really wanted to change into something a little sexier than what I was wearing. I had him wait in the kitchen and told him I’d be right back. He seemed a little unsure, probably worried that I was changing my mind about him. I ran into the bedroom and stripped down. I dabbed some perfume on my neck, stomach and legs, then I put on a sexy set of lacey black and white bra and panties I’d bought but never worn before. Throwing on my silk black robe, I walked out to the kitchen, took the boy by his hand and led him into the bedroom.

  I know some women say that being with a younger guy makes them feel old. For me, it made me feel like I was young again, and oh, so sexy. Our hands roamed all over each other’s bodies. I slowly removed my black robe and I loved the look in his eyes as he checked out my body. Then I slowly unbuttoned my way down his shirt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I pulled them down, then his underwear, and took his penis in my hands. It was beautiful, so nice and hard with just a little bit of veins, with a large swollen head at the end.

  I took him inside my mouth and looked up at him, playing with his balls as I sucked on him. He closed his eyes and moaned a bit, and I loved that. I worked hard, swiveling my head a bit and swirling my tongue, doing anything to give him pleasure. I put my hands on his young, firm buttocks and pressed my head forward, taking that penis all the way inside my mouth and almost deep throating him. Staying in place, I ran my hands up and down his legs, then went back to playing with his balls and sucked in the head.