MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance
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Although I’m not the kind of girl who sleeps with a guy on the first date, it was impossible to resist Dre. When I felt that big cock of his through his jeans at the club, I knew that he was packing some serious size. When I got the chance to see it, I was simply stunned. It was nearly twice as long as my husband’s four-and-a-half incher, plus his cock was uncircumcised and very thick. I’d only been with a couple of men before dating Tyler and I’d never seen an uncircumcised guy before. It was different but I soon learned how to expertly suck his big black cock.
I was a little scared at first, taking his huge cock inside of me but with lubrication it fit in easily but nicely. Believe me, I never needed to ask Dre if he’s inside of me, you can definitely feel him! The feeling of fullness was simply spectacular. For the first time in my life, I knew that I was experiencing sex the way it was supposed to be. I’d always had to fake my orgasms with Tyler but now with Dre, there was no need for that – I would always orgasm with him at least a couple of times, and often as many as ten times in a session. I’d always thought that I was less of a woman because I couldn’t climax, but now I realized that the problem wasn’t me – it was my weak, soft husband and his tiny little package. Making love with an adequately hung bad boy was truly a life-changing experience, and in more ways than one…
After a couple of months of separation, Tyler and I managed worked out our differences and I moved back into the house. It wasn’t long after I had returned to the home that I started to feel nauseated. A pregnancy test simply confirmed what I already knew to be the case – I was pregnant and I knew that my black lover Dre was the biological father. Tyler and I decided that we were only going to have one child, so I had him get a vasectomy after our daughter was born. I guess I was a little careless with birth control during our break, and now we were going to have a black baby.
Tyler was understanding of the situation and he wanted me back regardless. We explained what had happened to our friends and families. They understood that it wasn’t cheating because we were on a break and we were possibly getting divorced, and they accepted our decision to keep the baby. We were especially happy when we learned that our second child would be a boy, so we’d have one of each.
Tyler agreed to take responsibility for raising our son, he was adamant that Dre needed to man up, get a job and help take care of the child. Dre said that he would surely be there to help in any way that he could. We gave Dre a key to our home so he could come and go as he pleased. At one point it occurred to me that the best thing would be to have Dre move into the house with us so that he could be available around the clock. I suggested this to my husband and he agreed. We moved my black lover into the guest room, and he did promise to try and find work.
Once he moved into our house, Dre kept trying to get me to resume sleeping with him. Being pregnant, I was awfully horny and I missed the fantastic sex, but I told him that I couldn’t because Tyler and I were back together again.
But then something happened I hadn’t expected. Dre confronted my hubby. Dre told him that he’s in a relationship with me and that I’m his baby mama for life, and he refused to help take care of me if he wasn’t able to have sex with me. At first Tyler didn’t like the idea, but to his credit he understood where Dre was coming from. Tyler agreed that we could resume having a sexual relationship but I needed to get my tubes tied at birth because he didn’t want any more black babies, and also he wanted it secret so our friends or family wouldn’t know we were still having sex.
From that point forward, I started sleeping with Dre regularly, sometimes more than once a day. Often times my black lover would come home late at night after partying and slip into bed with me. When Tyler would wake up from the sounds of our love making, he would just kiss me on the cheek and excuse himself to the couch.
That spring I gave birth to our son, Andre Jr. I kept my word, got my tubes tied at the same time as the birth. Tyler and I have a beautiful family, one boy and one girl. Tyler recently confessed to me that he gets turned on by his wife making love to her strong, well-hung black stud. He loves to watch and listen to the sounds of my pleasure as I’m brought off expertly by my black lover. Tyler knows Dre is a much better lover but he finds the situation exciting rather than something to fear. And frankly he has nothing to worry about because our marriage is stronger now than ever. And guess what? Last week, for the first time ever, Tyler managed to bring me to orgasm!
As for my black lover Dre, my hubby has nothing to worry about. He simply isn’t a one-woman kind of guy. Dre is still clubbing and sewing his wild oats every night. In fact, Dre has flat-out told me that he doesn’t love me and he’s only in it for the sex, and to help raise Andre, Jr. That is totally fine with me. I have one man who is dependable and loving (my hubby), and also a lover who is incredibly sexy and well-equipped and gives me the best sex of my life. I’m enough woman to satisfy both my husband and my black baby daddy. We’re all one big happy family!
MY WIFE IS ADDICTED TO BLACKS
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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“Please stop that, Austin,” said my wife Kayla. We were laying together in bed watching TV and during a commercial break I had asked once again if she’d fulfill my fantasy. She wasn’t game. “I don’t want to sleep with other men. I’m not that kind of woman.”
“But you’ve always fantasized about having sex with a black guy. Why wouldn’t you want to try it?”
“I said I think black men are sexy. Back when I was in college, if a sexy black guy had approached me, who knows, something might have happened. But I’m married now and I’m not going to sleep around.”
What my wife didn’t know is I’d approached a guy at my office about seducing my wife. Amante is thirty-three years old, 6’3 with black skin and recently divorced from his wife. One of the girls who works on the line supposedly dated him while his divorce was going on, and she said he’s hung like a bull. I showed Amante a picture of my blonde wife Kayla in a bikini, really showcasing her great figure. He liked what he saw but it took me a little while to convince him that I was serious. Eventually he agreed to stop by my house on Friday night at ten.
That Friday night I had arranged for a babysitter. Kayla and I went out for dinner and a movie and we had some drinks at dinner. Kayla is a lightweight when it comes to alcohol, and she had two large glasses of wine with dinner. She was buzzing and I made sure that we got home before ten to send the babysitter home. Then I went into the dining room, uncorked some of my wife’s favorite wine, and I poured each of us a generous serving.
“I’ve already had a lot to drink,” Kayla said, her voice a little slurred.
“But I want to make a toast,” I said, raising my glass. “To eight amazing years with a beautiful woman.”
She toasted with me, consuming a more than half of the wine I’d poured, and then she excused herself to the bathroom. While she was gone, I refilled her glass. When Kayla came back, I mentioned some gossip about our neighbors. She enjoyed the conversation and she wasn’t paying attention to her drinking, and soon she’d finished her glass.
“Would you like some more?” I offered
“I really shouldn’t,” she replied.
“Okay then, just a splash,” I said, pouring her a regular serving. “This is the 1993 vintage and it’s is the best one I’ve ever tasted.”
“Wow, you’re really horny tonight,” Kayla said. My little penis was rock hard, straining against my jeans as I rubbed against her crotch.
“You’re just so pretty,” I said. “Why don’t we go to the bedroom.”
When we got there, she was on fire. Kayla wanted to go right at it but I was trying to slow things down, making sure that my black stud had time to arrive. After a few minutes of foreplay, I had Kayla laying on the bed. I slowly licked her pussy lips, slowly moving in toward her clitoris. With two fingers inside her, thrusting in and out, I started licking her love button. Kayla moaned and flopped around.
“Oh God honey, I think I drank too much,” she said.
“Why, is the room spinning or something?”
“No, not yet anyway.”
Right then I heard my phone make a ring sound, indicating I’d received a text. I got up and checked the message. Amante was right outside our front door.
“Just a second, honey,” I said. “Don’t move.”
“What’s going on?” Kayla asked as I ran out of the bedroom.
I opened the front door. Amante was wearing a long black trench coat, smiling broadly.
“Is your wife ready for some dark meat?” he asked. Opening the trench coat, I saw he was totally naked. His body was athletic and his black cock was huge.
“Hot damn, Kayla’s gonna love that thing,” I said. “She’s all warmed up for you.”
I walked into the bedroom with Amante behind me. My wife jolted up, covering herself with a pillow, a looking surprised. “What the heck is this?”
“I thought I’d surprise you with a threesome,” I said. “This is Amante.”
He dropped his trench coat to the floor. My wife’s eyes widened, looking straight at his cock. “Oh, my God! Wow! It’s true, then, what they say about black guys!”
Amante stepped across the room next to the bed, near Kayla’s face. She leaned over, grabbed his cock and started to fellate him. As she did that, I dove back between her legs and resumed eating her. My penis was so stiff as I watched my little blonde honey running her tongue all over Amante’s thick black monster, swirling her sweet tongue around the head and sucking him. She tried twice to take it in her mouth but each time she gagged. When she tried for a third attempt, Amante stopped her.
“That’s okay, baby. Let’s try putting it inside of you.”
“I’m a little small down there,” she said. “I think it would hurt me.”
“Don’t worry,” Amante said. “I won’t hurt you.”
“How about you lay down and I get on top,” Kayla said. I stood at the end of the bed as Amante prostrated himself on the bed. Kayla didn’t go straight for his dick, though. She straddled him, bent over and started kissing him. I could see his big black fingers slithering through her blonde hair as she hunched her groin up and down. I saw his black hands sliding downward across her body and grab her butt, and then they slid up over her shoulders. I moved to the side of the bed so that I could see their faces. My wife’s eyes were closed as they kissed.
Kayla moved upright again, now grabbing his big black serpent in her hands. She got above it, aimed it right at her juicy slit and rubbed the head on her to lubricate it. Finally, she placed his black beast right at the entrance of her tight little white vagina. She lowered herself on it, groaning, slowly bobbing up and down.
“Fuck, that thing is huge,” she said, breathing heavily. Slowly it penetrated her farther, inch by inch. “Oh, God! Son of a bitch!” It took my wife a few minutes, but she eventually got herself fully filled by that black cock. “It feels totally different from yours, honey.”
“Is it good?” I asked.
“Oh fuck yeah, it’s amazing!” She started to ride him slowly, letting nearly half of his cock out of her before sliding back all the way down. “My God, this is like heaven!”
While she was taking him, I worked my way to the dresser and pulled out the anal lube. While lubricating my cock, Kayla leaned forward and kissed Amante again, still moving up and down on his gigantic cock. It was a perfect opportunity with her ass up in the air. I knelt down on the bed, put a squirt of lube on her ass bud, and then I slowly worked my little penis inside.
Kayla grunted, her head laying on Amante’s shoulder. “Oh, shit honey, be careful.” I worked my way inside. I leaned forward, pressing against her back, fondling her breasts as I thrusted my penis in and out of her asshole.
“Damn,” my wife moaned in total bliss. Amante was moving his hips up, controlling the thrusts in and out of her cunt. I could feel the movement of his cock inside of her in her vagina as her penetrated her other entrance. I kissed Kayla’s neck as I thrust inside of her ass. As the three of us moved together, I couldn’t help but feel that was the natural order of things, maybe the way God had intended it. My wife’s black lover penetrating her with his enormous black cock, filling her vagina perfectly and fully, complemented by her white husband’s much smaller penis in her smaller, tighter hole. The three of us were moving in a rhythm, in a frenzy of lust.
“Shit, bitch,” Amante grunted. “I’m gonna cum.” Amante’s powerful black hands gripped my wife’s hips tightly so that she couldn’t move away, her vulnerable white womb defenseless against the imminent onslaught of his virile black sperm. Instinctively, I reached down behind him and lightly massaged his balls, coaxing them to release their genetically superior seed.
“Give it to me, Amante,” Kayla pleaded. “Fill me with your black baby batter!”
“I’m cumming!” Amante screamed. He thrust violently with his black spear, pushing it deep inside of my wife. As I massaged his balls, I could feel his testicles jolting, jerking as they erupted, blasting my wife’s womb with millions of his sperm. I could just picture in my mind those millions of African baby makers swimming inside of Kayla, searching for her eagerly-awaiting egg. I couldn’t last any longer. My little white penis popped, squirting my seed harmlessly into my wife’s ass.
Since that night, Kayla has really become addicted to big black cock. Kayla still fucks Amante a few times a month but her primary lover is a new guy named Darius, who is also tall, strong, muscular and black. In addition, she now has a few black fuck buddies who stop by late at night to have sex with her. I feel so proud of my wife for opening up sexually and learning to enjoy new experiences. I must admit that our sex life is far better than it ever was before, and she allows me to have sloppy seconds when she’s finished with a lover. I think I love that almost as much as she does. My real desire, though, is to join her in a threesome again!
SHE NEVER MENTIONED THAT
THE GUY IS 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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“So I was wondering something,” my wife Samantha said. “Brandon, do you think Alexis is pretty?”
“Sure, your friend is cute,” I said. Alexis’s brown curly hair was cut short, her face was a bit mousy and she had an extra twenty pounds or so, but she was a fun girl and I found her attractive in a girl-next-door kind of way.
“Well, you know our sex life has been kind of stale lately. I was remembering how you said that you’d like to see me have sex with another guy. I starting talking with Alexis and she mentioned th
at she thinks you’re handsome and her boyfriend is into swinging. I mean, she didn’t outright ask me about it, but I think she made it pretty clear that she’d like to swing with us.”
I was shocked. My Samantha is a raven-haired knockout with a skinny waist, large breasts and a round ass. Even after giving birth to our son, she still has a killer body and always turns heads. I’d always fantasized about seeing her with another guy. One time while we were drunk, I asked her if she’d be interested in dating another man. My wife just laughed and said no. That was a few years ago now. But here, out of the blue, she was bringing it up.
“Do you know anything about her boyfriend? You don’t want to get involved without knowing what you’re getting.”
“I don’t think the guy is her ‘boyfriend,’ actually. He’s just a guy she’s hooking up with. His name is Daniel. I saw his picture and he looks attractive to me. Honestly, she did pretty darn well. If you’re interested in Alexis and you want to do this, I’m saying I’d be willing to give it a try.”
We had a short discussion about it, how it might go down, and we decided to do it. We invited Alexis and Daniel to our house on Friday night for drinks, apps and a game of cards. Of course, everybody knew that sex would be on the agenda, too. I was sexually excited the whole week, anticipating getting to fuck my wife’s cute little friend. Samantha seemed especially horny, too, and that week we had some of the best sex we’d enjoyed in years.
When the night arrived, I heard the doorbell ring and answered the door. There was Alexis looking great, dressed in sexy red sleeveless top and a black skirt. But what surprised me was the guy. I couldn’t believe Alexis had been able to snag such a great looking man. Daniel was a 6’3, broad-shouldered, dark-skinned black man. The guy was clearly a body builder, with his chest muscles clearly visible through his shirt. He introduced himself and shook my hand firmly. He seemed very confident, and I admit that I felt intimidated by his attitude, as well as his size and strength.