MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  Weeks later, I came home from work early and my wife wasn’t there. I sent her a text to ask where she was, and she texted back that she was at the store and she’d be home by the time I arrived. But I noticed her car parked in front of Amanda’s place. I thought that was awfully strange because Amanda doesn’t arrive home until a couple of hours later. I wondered whether Brittany was in there with Lecarin, and I thought about pounding on the front door of the apartment. But then I decided I would try another tactic.

  Going to our bedroom, I turned on the baby monitor and set it to channel 3. Sure enough, Brittany was in the bedroom with Lecarin, lying on the bed wearing a pajama bottom and a t-shirt. The sexy black stud Lecarin was next to her wearing a pair of boxer shorts, running his hands all over my wife’s white body. His hands slipped underneath her t-shirt. As he caressed her large bosom, my wife said, “I’m sorry but I can’t because I’m married.”

  Lecarin moved to pull off her shirt, and Brittany raised her arms to help him. They kissed passionately, then he slowly moved his way down her body. My wife breathed hard, her nipples erect, and she was clearly aroused. When he grabbed the waistband of her pajama bottom, she raised her hips to assist him.

  I felt very jealous but my penis was as hard as steel from watching this. I ran to the bedroom drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube, then returned to the monitor. Lecarin’s shorts were now off and that thick, black monster of his was standing erect. It was only a couple inches longer than my penis but it was much thicker than mine.

  My wife was sitting up on the bed and she began sucking his cock. Her mouth was fully filled as she looked her black lover in the eyes. Brittany was only able to take about half of it into her mouth, but Lecarin praised her efforts. My wife placed a hand on his shaft and stroked it while her other hand massaged his testicles. Finally, Lecarin pushed my wife back onto the bed.

  “Please, baby, give me that big cock,” Brittany said, wild with lust, her legs spread as she gazed into her black stud’s eyes, her fingers rubbing her clit. “I want to feel that cock inside of me, filling me completely!”

  Lecarin took station between my wife’s legs. Her white pussy was now threatened by that long, thick black cock, aimed menacingly at her quim. He pressed the head of his manhood against her delicate entrance and slowly inched himself inside.

  “Oh wow,” Brittany moaned, breathing heavily. “This feels so good. It’s much better than my husband’s little thing.” Finally, Lecarin was balls deep inside of my wife. “Yes… oh yes, honey, I feel so full. My pussy is stretched tight. My pussy was made for a cock like this.”

  Lecarin was kissing her neck as he picked up the pace, thrusting fiercely into my wife’s cunt, and she groaned out her appreciation as she held him close to her. I heard the bed squeaking with every thrust, and a slurping sound as that black serpent slipped in and out of my wife’s sopping snatch. I couldn’t take any more and my little penis squirted its juice like a sliced lemon, landing harmlessly on the carpet.

  “Damn, I love fucking you white bitches,” Lecarin said, his breathing labored. “Your pussies are so fucking tight.” My wife’s arms wrapped around Lecarin’s shoulders, her ankles around his waist, holding her black stud close as their tongues danced inside each other’s mouths. Brittany was moaning her approval, groaning as her grateful pussy was battered by his thick cock. Over and over, my wife cried out in pleasure, “I’m cumming, baby,” Brittany would say, arching her back as waves of intense pleasure rolled through her body.

  After a good twenty minutes, Lecarin began breathing even harder. “I’m gonna come inside you, bitch. I’m gonna fill that white pussy with my sperm!” Finally, he pushed in balls deep and ejaculated his baby batter inside her, as my wife had another intense orgasm.

  As Lecarin and Brittany held each other in a post-coital embrace, my wife told him that she wanted to have sex with him all the time, and they could get together while I was at work. At that point I turned the channel back to channel 5, and turned off the monitor. I got dressed, jumped in my car and drove around for a while, then came home at my usual time.

  Over the last few months, my sex life with Brittany has improved dramatically. She doesn’t know this, but I like to get my wife into bed as soon as I get home, which is probably just minutes after she’s finished with her sexy black stud. I’ve noticed that she feels looser when we make love. I’ve also noticed that she’s wetter, too, and she tells me that it’s because her sex drive is back. Of course, I know the wetness is a combination of her juices and her black lover’s semen from her earlier sex session.

  When we make love I always pull out, shooting my come on her belly because Brittany hasn’t used birth control since the baby. In the last few days, we haven’t been having sex because she’s felt nauseated. I’m wondering if she’s pregnant by her black lover. We’ll know soon enough!

  THIS IS YOUR WIFE’S LOVER

  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 Ladarius. I live in the city but I like to drive out to the suburbs, sometimes hours away, to service the white wives. There are dozens of wives who I’m servicing. When one of them is busy or she’s on her period, that’s fine because I just move on to the next one. Hardly a day goes by that I don’t have sex at least once, almost always with a different woman.

  And one of my women is your wife.

  A few months ago, I was in your neighborhood servicing a white wife a few doors down from you. Her husband works the graveyard shift so I stop by her house after her kids are in bed and fuck her nice and good. She’s a little overweight but I don’t mind a woman with a little booty on her like that. Of course, she started running her mouth, telling the other bitches about how big my cock is and how great it feels in her pussy.

  One of the women she told is your wife.

  Now let me tell you about the first time that I fucked your wife. It was a couple weeks ago and you were at work. You thought your wife was at work, too, but she called in sick. You and the kids were gone so we had your house all to ourselves.

  “I’m so excited,” your wife said, running her hands down my chiseled chest. “You’ve got me so wet.”

  “Yeah, baby,” I said. “Is this your first time?”

  “It’s not my first time cheating on him,” she said. “But it’s my first time with a black man.”

  “So you cheat on him with white guys?”

  Your wife nodded. “I try to date guys who look like him, but taller and stronger and better looking. That way, when I get pregnant with their babies, he thinks they’re his kids.”

  She began unbuckling my belt.

  “How do you know they aren’t his kids?”

  “I make my husband wear rubbers,” she said with a wicked smile. “I tell him that I don’t like the Pill, that it makes me retain water and don’t want my body filled with hormones. Of course, the real reason is it lets me pick which guy gets to impregnate me. I’m okay with having sex with my husband sometimes but I want to make sure that I get pregnant by the strongest, best possible lovers. My children deserve to have the best genes, not ones from a nerdy guy who happens to have a good paying job.”

  “You’re a pretty nasty bitch,” I replied. “Doing that to your husband.”

  Actually, what she was doing wasn’t uncommon at all. About 20% of kids have a biological father d
ifferent from the man who raised them. I loved hearing that she was using rubbers with her husband. When I’m fucking a wife who’s on the Pill, I always try to get her to switch to condoms. It’s easy to get a woman to forget the condoms when she’s with a strong, sexy man like me. It’s harder when she’s white and you’re black, but even so I’ve managed to knock up eight white wives. Only one stupid bitch aborted my baby. The other seven women did the right thing and had my baby. Their white husbands were pissed off at first, but they are nice guys and raised my babies as their own.

  I love nice guys.

  Your wife led me to the bedroom and we quickly got undressed. Underneath her clothes she was wearing a sexy white bra and panties. She then kneeled down in front of me, put a hand around the base of my dick, then she looked up into my eyes. “I hardly ever do this for my hubby,” she said. Your wife kept her eyes locked on mine as she sucked my cock, her tongue swirling around the top of my shaft, slowly rotating her mouth and head to give me some extra pleasure. Her other hand was gently massaging the bottom of my ball sack. I gotta hand it to your wife, she is one talented cocksucker.

  But then I pushed her head away. Your wife rose to her feet. I grabbed her hips and bent her over the bed. Aiming the head of my cock right at her honeypot, I was so hard. Your wife’s cunt was dripping wet and I could smell the strong odor of pussy. I knew she was ovulating just then. I ran the head of my dick up and down to wet it, then pushed myself inside her, all nine inches in one thrust.

  “Damn, you’re so fucking wet, bitch. You’re nice and tight, too.”

  Your wife moaned loud and deep. “Oh, God, that black cock feels so good. It’s so thick and deep inside me.” I leaned forward, slipped a hand beneath her and rubbed her clitty, and thrusted inside of her fast and hard. Her wet curly pubes were clinging to my black shaft with every thrust.

  I stook straight up and gave your wife a hard spank on the ass. “Get up on the bed, on your hands and knees, bitch.” Your wife followed my command and looked back at me, wagging her cute butt at me. I penetrated inside of her again and started slapping her ass.

  “Mmmmm, yes,” your wife said. “Spank that naughty white ass.” She dropped onto her elbows, giving me a deeper angle, and I pounded her hard.

  “Oh, baby, not so deep,” she said. I slowed a little bit for her, not going quite so far.

  Your wife turned and looked back at me. “Remember to pull out, baby. Don’t cum inside of me. I’m not on birth control.”

  That had me so hot. I didn’t say anything but I couldn’t help it. I grunted loudly, though. Your wife realized I was coming because I immediately felt her trying pull away. She didn’t have a chance, though. I was holding her hips in a death grip, leaning forward and down, my cock deep inside and and pressed right against her cervix. My balls were twitching as I unloaded my seed.

  “You fucking asshole!” your wife said, glaring back at me. “I’m fertile right now, you fucker!”

  Sweat dripped down my face and I tried to catch my breath. “Oh yeah, bitch. That was some good shit! So fucking hot!”

  Once I’d released all of my sperm inside of her, I released your wife’s hips and she flipped over. Looking down between her legs, she looked horrified. Her pussy was totally saturated, gleaming with semen, and a white trickle was dripping out of her cunt. She looked up at me, pissed. “You black motherfucker, I’m ovulating. I can’t have a black baby. My husband will know it’s not his baby.”

  “Damn, girl, don’t worry about that. You’ll be fine. If you ain’t, you can just get an abortion.”

  “I’d never get an abortion,” your wife said. “That’s out of the question.”

  Of course, when she said that I smiled. I sure hope it happens. I know that you’ll be a great daddy to my black baby.

  BUT HER OTHER LOVER 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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  I met Elizabeth at the gym a few years ago. We were both recent college grads and we were worked in the same career field. I sensed there was mutual attraction there and I wanted to date her, but she said that she wasn’t ready because she’d just gotten out of a long-term relationship with her college boyfriend.

  Then, a few weeks later, I saw her at the mall kissing some black guy. The guy was tall and handsome, with a powerful athletic build. Frankly I thought the guy looked like a thug and I doubted the guy had a job, but she was all over him.

  I confronted Elizabeth about it and she explained that the guy’s name is Tayshawn. Although she was dating Tay, she knew it wasn’t going anywhere. Besides, he wasn’t somebody she could bring home to mom. But she was having a great time hooking up with him and she wasn’t ready to give him up yet.

  Understanding, I told Elizabeth that I didn’t want to stop her from having fun. Just because she has a sexual relationship with this black stud didn’t have to mean that I couldn’t be her boyfriend, though. We could have an open relationship of sorts, I proposed. I’d only date her but she could continue spending time with Tay. That way, we could get to know each other and see if this was something we wanted to pursue.

  Liz agreed and we started dating. Everything went great and soon we met each other’s parents, and we started going to family get-togethers. We were totally a real, serious couple. In addition, our sex life was great together. We were burning through a box of condoms a week.

  Eventually we moved in together and that’s when things got interesting. A few nights a week, Liz would go on a date with Tayshawn. Sometimes she would sleep over at his house, especially on the weekends, but sometimes she’d bring her black lover home to our apartment. On those days, she’d tell me ahead of time and I’d sleep on the living room couch.

  I was pretty much okay with the situation, although in some ways I felt she went a little too far. For example, she gave Tayshawn a key to our apartment. Sometimes he would enter our place in the middle of night, slip into bed with Liz and start having sex with her. I’d wake up to the sounds of my girlfriend moaning and groaning, the headboard banging against the wall. I didn’t appreciate that because I really need my sleep before work.

  I didn’t make a big fuss over it, though. I would just give Liz a kiss on the cheek, grab my pillow and blanket, and head to the couch. I would still hear them from downstairs but on the bright side I would sometimes masturbate to the sounds. At first I was intimidated by the way Liz sounded and acted when she had sex with Tayshawn. My girlfriend seemed far more excited by him than she did by me. I once asked her if she was simply putting on a show for him, but she admitted that it wasn’t an act – her black lover was simply amazing and she couldn’t help but cry out, moaning loudly in pleasure as he fucked her. On the bright side, Liz says she really enjoys it when I eat her pussy. A good, hard fuck from her black lover really satisfies her, but I can satisfy her in different ways.

  When Liz would return from her dates with Tayshawn, I noticed that her panties were always semen-stained. Even though she was taking the Pill, we always used condoms to be extra safe. Liz said she didn’t want to risk getting pregnant as she’d never consider getting an abortion. I confronted her about it and she just shrugged. “Tay refuses to use condoms,” she said. He claims “real men don’t use rubbers.” Also, he said it’s racist to refuse to take his seed inside of her.

  I responded that she uses condoms with
me and I’m white, but Liz said Tayshawn was firm on this. “One of the things I love about him is that he doesn’t compromise. It’s one of the reasons that he would be a bad partner, but he’s a sexy, amazing lover.”

  One night, after Tayshawn was finished with my wife and left the house, I grabbed my pillow and blanket and went to bed. Liz was still awake reading a book, and I slipped into the bed with her.

  “God, he fucked me really nice tonight,” my wife said, smiling as she looked at me over her reading glasses. “I had enough orgasms for a week!”

  “I heard it,” I said. I grabbed one of her feet and began to kiss it. “How about a little encore performance?”

  “I can’t take anymore tonight,” she said. “He fucked me four times, good and hard with that huge cock. My pussy is so sore right now.”

  “I’m not talking about having sex,” I said, kissing my way up the inside of her leg. “I want to eat out your pussy.”

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Liz said, pulling her knees up and together. “I really need to shower first.”

  I took her knees and pulled them apart. She resisted at first, but then released her legs and spread her womanhood wide. I could see that her pussy was red and swollen, totally used and spent. Her inner thighs glistened and her bush was matted down, sticky with her lover’s semen. The insides of her pussy lips were dripping with her stud’s sperm.

  I put my face directly at her vagina, stuck out my tongue and lapped up my first taste of his semen. Although it tasted salty and pungent, it wasn’t all bad. I stuck my tongue in deep, licking as much of his cum as I could get out and swallowing it. Liz ran her hands through my hair, moaning like a whore as I licked her pussy, cleaning her of the remnants of her earlier coupling. After putting her through two orgasms, I rose triumphantly from between her legs.

  “Now I’m going to have sex with you,” I said. I rolled a rubber over my erect penis and slipped my little tool inside of her. My wife didn’t complain as I thrust slowly and gently inside, kissing her as we made sweet love. I was so excited from the whole situation that I shot my wad quickly into the rubber’s reservoir.