MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  I invited them inside and we talked over appetizers and drinks. I could tell from my wife’s body language that she was totally smitten with this tall black hunk. Although the conversation started off with the four of us talking together, Daniel and my wife walked toward the family room while Alexis and I talked near the kitchen. From the corner of my eye I saw my wife in her little black dress, standing with her back against the wall, smiling as Daniel leaned close, his huge frame overshadowing her. I saw her place her hands on his biceps, then his chest, rubbing them approvingly. Daniel responded by running his powerful black hands down her soft white body, caressing her gentle curves.

  “Are you watching your wife?” Alexis asked.

  “Sorry, I’ve never seen her with another man before.”

  Alexis put her hands on my hips, and she leaned forward to kiss me. “I like to watch, too.” Her hands grabbed my ass. “But why don’t we give them something to watch?”

  Alexis slowly removed my shirt, kissing her way down my bare chest. When she got it off, she pressed her chest up against my chest. I started to take off her blouse but she grabbed my hands. “Let’s do this in the bedroom,” she said.

  Alexis took me by the hand and led me into the guest room. She took her blouse off, revealing her lacey black bra. She undid my belt, dropped my blue jeans and underwear down, and pushed me back onto the bed. Alexis put a hand around the base of my penis and slowly licked it. Then she ripped open a foil wrapper and rolled a condom over my manhood with her mouth.

  Down the hallway I heard the voices of Samantha and her new black lover Daniel approaching. I saw them pass by as they walked into the master bedroom, leaving the door half-open. Although both bedroom doors were open, I could only see a sliver of the action happening in the adjacent room. But I saw my wife’s white hands running up Daniel’s dark, muscular back. Between Alexis’s amazing tongue action and the show in the other room, my penis was totally stiff. Alexis kissed her way up my belly and then laid on top of me. I caressed her soft, milky white skin as we kissed.

  “Oh, my goodness!” my wife laughed in the other room. “That’s one huge ass cock!” I looked toward the door but I couldn’t see their bodies, just the edge of the bed. “I don’t think I can take something that big!”

  Alexis was also looking in their direction, and then she looked back at me. “Yeah, it’s true. Daniel’s dick is truly enormous. I don’t know if all black guys are big but Daniel is a monster.”

  Alexis gripped my little five inch penis and aimed it up at the entrance of her hairy cunt, then began slowly riding me. She looked down into my eyes as she moved up and down. “Daniel’s cock is amazing but sometimes it’s too much for me. And I sure won’t let him touch my ass with that thing. For blowjobs, I prefer a man with a small penis like yours. I love fitting the whole thing in my mouth.” She leaned in and kissed me. I stretched my arms up around her back, holding her against me as she slowly rocked.

  “Oh, damn! Oh fuck, Daniel!” My wife’s breathing was labored, moaning deeply in the other room. “I’ve never felt anything like that before!”

  Alexis giggled. “Daniel is really big.” As she rode me, I listened to my wife groaning and whimpering as she praised Daniel for his skills and his mighty cock. I flipped Alexis over to take her doggy style, and was just getting into the rhythm when I heard Samantha crying out in wild, ecstatic pleasure. “That was unbelievable,” my wife said just after, breathing heavily. “I never knew I could cum so hard!”

  Gripping Alexis’s hips, I tried to focus on her but it was difficult. My wife was so quiet in bed with me, and here with a well-hung black lover she was moaning like a porn star. “Oh god,” Samantha cried, “I’m cumming again!” My wife called out two more orgasms before Alexis and I switched into the missionary position.

  My wife’s friend was diddling her clit as I fucked her. Just as I was nearing my climax, I heard my wife’s black lover groaning. “I’m going cum, bitch! I’m gonna shoot my sperm deep inside of you!” Then I heard Samantha begging him to do it, just as I fired my load into the condom.

  Alexis smiled at me. “That was fun.” I asked her if she came and she nodded. “I think I had a little one.”

  I got up from bed, went to the bathroom and tossed the used condom. As I did, I sneaked a peak into the master bedroom. Daniel was standing at an angle with his back to me, but I saw my wife on her knees between his legs, licking and sucking his cock back to life. Although I couldn’t see everything, I saw those huge black balls and the last five or six thick inches of his mighty manhood. The slurping sounds of my wife’s mouth on his cock were incredibly erotic.

  I managed to stop watching, return to the guest room and cuddled under the covers with Alexis. Through the night, I heard my wife and her black lover having sex two more times. Then in the morning, the two of them showered together. I heard pounding against the shower walls and my wife’s orgasmic moans as Daniel took her yet again. Samantha came down to breakfast wearing a red satin robe, appearing totally pleased yet exhausted. When Daniel walked up behind her, enveloping her with his huge black arms, she cocked her head up to kiss him. We all agreed that it was a great time and we’d love to try it another time.

  We did the swapping thing a few more times, then Daniel broke up with Alexis. It wasn’t a bad thing, though. Daniel now stops by at night two or three times a week to pleasure my wife to exhaustion. As soon as he leaves, I slide into bed with Samantha and slip my little penis inside of her oily, semen-soaked cunt. I’ve noticed that she feels a bit looser than she did before dating Daniel, but just knowing that her black lover had been there makes up for the lack of friction. I wouldn’t have it any other way!

  SHE’S MOVED HER BLACK

  LOVER IN WITH US!

  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 lost my job last year. Although I tried to find work in the area, after six months I started applying to any decent job no matter where it was located. Finally I found work in my field but it was out of state, nearly four hours away from my house. Since our kids are in school, moving was out of the question. We decided that Betty would stay in our home with the children and I’d rent a motel room until I could find work closer to home. On the weekends, I would come home to visit my family. It was always great seeing Betty on the weekends – it was almost like we were dating again. But after being gone a few months, I heard some rumors from our neighbors suggesting that Betty was spending time alone with a guy. I honestly didn’t believe them, partly because Betty isn’t the cheating kind but also because the neighbors said her lover was black. In all the time I’d known her, Betty had never expressed any interest in black guys. In fact, she’d sometimes make disparaging comments about black people, so I couldn’t imagine that she’d date a black guy.

  One time after spending the weekend home with Betty, I went into the closet to get some extra shirts. I was stunned at what I saw. The closet was filled with a man’s clothes and shoes and they weren’t mine. I then went into the bathroom and found razors, cologne and other toiletries that weren’t mine. I even found a picture on her tablet showing her embracing and kissing a tall, muscular black guy in our kitchen. I didn’t want to believe it, but it appeared that a black man was living in our house while I was gone.

  I confronted Betty about what I’d found. She admitted every
thing, telling me that when I was unemployed she felt bad about our distant relationship, and she became emotionally involved with a guy named Tyrone. Although Betty didn’t plan for it to happen, their relationship slowly evolved into a physical one.

  After I moved out of the house, the two of them began actively dating during the week. Tyrone would stay the night and he began slowly leaving things at our house. Finally, after a few months of this, Betty invited him to just move into our bedroom. On the weekends, when I was home, he would sleep at his apartment.

  I asked Betty what she was going to do now that I’d caught her. “Now that it’s all out in the open, I’m going to have Tyrone live her full-time.” Betty said she thought it was disrespectful of her to ask Tyrone to leave his house on the weekends, and now that I knew their secret there was no need to hide anymore. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. But Betty demanded that I move into the guest room while the two of us worked on our marriage and she decided whether she wanted to leave me for Tyrone.

  Worried about the sexual aspect of their relationship, I asked my wife whether her black lover was better than me in bed. She confessed that sex with Tyrone was easily the best of her life, and that his cock was eight inches long and very thick. Although he didn’t go down on her and she really enjoyed receiving cunnilingus, getting fucked hard and good by Tyrone was something she would never want to do without.

  The week after our conversation, I had trouble concentrating at work. My wife was trying to decide whether to continue our marriage while she was getting fucked masterfully by a strong black stud. I was very nervous about everything but also incredibly aroused, and I must have masturbated a dozen times that week. When I spoke with Betty on the phone and confessed that I found it arousing, she sounded both happy and relieved. She was hoping that the three of us could work out something that would keep all of us happy.

  That Friday after work, I drove all the way back home. It was a long drive but I finally reached my house at ten o’clock that night. When I came inside, only the kids were home. My oldest daughter said that Mom and her boyfriend were out on a date and that they should be home soon. She added that Tyrone was the man of the house and that from now on I would stay in the guest room. “Good night, daddy,” she said, kissing me and then going to bed.

  About an hour after that, Tyrone and my wife walked in through the front door. My wife’s hair was messed up and her makeup smeared, and her black boyfriend had his arm around her waist. They were rather giddy and I could smell alcohol on them.

  “Pleased to meet you,” Tyrone said, shaking my hand. “We moved your things into the upstairs guest room. I hope you don’t mind.”

  Betty nodded. The two kissed and groped each other for a few minutes. I’d never seen my wife look at me the way she looked at this black lover – a look of pure desire. “Let’s go to bed,” my wife said to him. Then the pair made their way up the staircase into my old bedroom.

  I waited downstairs for a bit then walked up to the guest room. It’s adjacent to the master bedroom, and I could hear my wife giggling and muffled words from Tyrone through the wall. Soon I heard her moaning deeply. “Oh Yes… Yes, oh goodness, yes, baby, that’s it.” I heard our marital bed squeaking as he fucked my wife. “Your dick is so big,” she groaned. I could make out her words and heavy breathing clearly, despite the sound of the headboard pounding violently against the wall. “It feels so good. I love fucking you!”

  I couldn’t take any more. Flipping the switch to turn off the hallway light, I opened the bedroom door and watched the two of them. From the moonlight outside of their window, I could clearly see their shadows. Betty was on top of her black lover, her hands holding on the headboard, thrusting her groin violently up and down on her lover’s big cock. Those huge black hands were holding my wife’s ass.

  Still gripping the headboard, Betty threw her head back and screamed, “Oh, God, mother fuck! I’m cumming again!!!” By my count, this was the fifth time I’d heard my wife announce an orgasm during this fuck. The most that I’d ever been able was to give her one, but this black stallion was giving her powerful orgasms with ease. He moved his black paws up to her breasts. Betty seemed to be holding her breath, then she squealed out the last of her climax. Finally my wife collapsed on top of him and they kissed passionately.

  Although I don’t consider myself to be small, I knew that my four inch white pee-shooter was simply no match for her black lover’s bazooka. For some reason I can’t really explain, though, I found the situation arousing. I dropped my pants down, quietly spit into my hands for lubrication, and I stroked my hard little penis.

  Tyrone flipped Betty over into the missionary position. “Now I’m gonna fuck you like a dog,” he said. Betty got onto her hands and knees. Tyrone slid his spear most of the way in, then eased in the last few inches, deeper and deeper with each thrust. I could make out my wife’s face, a look of sheer bliss. “Oh God, it’s so deep, Tyrone baby. You touch everything inside of me. It feels so fucking amazing.”

  Her black lover placed his hands on her hips and pounded inside of her with a powerful combination of speed and force. Betty had one of her hands down on her crotch, rubbing herself as her black stud fucked her. When I would make love with her, she would never touch herself but now she was manipulating her love button with abandon, desperate for more orgasms. Suddenly she cried out, sounding nearly in pain as another hurricane-force orgasm ripped through her body.

  Just then, my little white penis squirted. I jerked as my seed dribbled down my fingers, some of it landing on the floor. While my wife and her lover continued fucking, I closed the door, carried my pants downstairs and washed my hands in the bathroom. When I walked back out of the bathroom, I heard Betty and Tyrone laughing.

  “That was so fucking hot,” Betty said, smiling broadly. As they walked past me, both naked, Tyrone said, “Whew, you done fucked up, boy. Your wife here is a fine ass fuck!” The two of them walked into the kitchen and got glasses of water. Then they returned upstairs and continued their lovemaking.

  Afterward, Betty told me that Tyrone didn’t want her sleeping with me anymore. Since she was his girlfriend now, he thought she should be exclusive to him, even though Tyrone was still seeing a number of other girls on the side. Betty wants something permanent from him and so she wants to see if she can work things out with Tyrone. If Tyrone won’t commit to her, though, she eventually will need to break things off with him. If that happens, Betty says she’ll consider giving me another chance. In the meantime, I continue living in the guest room of Tyrone’s house.

  It’s been that way for the last few months now. I listen to the sounds of Betty and her black stud through the bedroom wall, and sometimes I sneak a peek of them in action. Betty told me that she learned a lot about fucking from her time with Tyrone, and when she comes back to me I believe our love life will be better than ever!

  MY WIFE AND THE NEIGHBOR’S STUD

  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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  Hello, my name is Zachary. My wife is Brittany and we’re both in our twenties. We’ve recently become parents for the first time. I wasn’t surprised that my wife didn’t seem interested in sex, given that we aren’t getting much sleep these days and all the hormonal changes from pregnancy. But being a guy and all, I still need to get some action. But hey, I just tried to
be sensitive and masturbate when I had the urge.

  Then one time we were setting up a new baby monitor. We’d been using one that only did audio but Brittany said she would feel more comfortable if we could actually see our child. Turning the device on, we were surprised at what we saw. It was a black and white video of somebody’s bedroom. The camera showed an empty baby’s crib but through the slats of the crib you could see the bed beyond it. Kneeling on the bed was a tall, muscular black man with a huge cock. And laying on the bed was a pretty white woman.

  “I want your black cock, baby. I need to feel that amazing thing inside of me.” It was clearly our neighbor Amanda’s voice, pleading for her black stud to fuck her. Amanda lives two apartment over from us and she’s Brittany’s friend. The rumor is that her black lover Lecarin has a lot of kids and doesn’t pay child support for them. One of his baby mamas got incarcerated so Amanda agreed to take care of the mulatto baby. And obviously, they’d installed a baby monitor.

  “Play with that pussy, bitch,” he said. “Show me how much you want this big black cock.”

  “I think we’re on the wrong channel,” I told Brittany. “Our camera is set to channel 5 but the receiver is on 3.”

  “No, honey, don’t touch it,” my wife replied, staring intently at the screen. “I’d always wondered if it was true about black guys having big cocks. That cock is huge!”

  The two of us watched as Lecarin fucked Amanda repeatedly. She moaned in ecstasy, telling her black stud how great his cock felt and how skilled he was at fucking. Brittany seemed totally fascinated by the show, and as soon as it was over we made love. That was the first time we’d had sex in many weeks and my wife seemed more excited sexually than she’d been in years. I knew that, while we were making love, she was fantasizing about getting banged by that big cock.