MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  My little dick strained against my jeans, eager for action, but I couldn’t jerk off in the motel parking lot. I walked into the motel lobby and asked the clerk if Room 6 or Room 10 were available. Lucky for me Room 10 was available, so I paid for the room and got the key.

  When I got inside, I stayed silent and listened. Sure enough, I could hear the sounds from the room next to me through the paper thin walls. Honestly, I could hear the action better there than when I was standing outside of the door to Room 8. I quickly got out of my clothes, jumped onto the bed, and listened with my head near the wall as I masturbated my five inch penis. I heard the bedsprings squeaking as my black boss pounded my wife’s cunt relentlessly with that huge black dick.

  “Oh God, Javorius,” my wife cooed, “Give it to me! I love feeling a real cock inside of me!”

  “Your pussy is tight, bitch,” he replied. “You’re so wet but it’s so good, like a silky vice. A honey-covered vice grip.”

  “Your cock feels so much better than my husband’s little thing,” she said breathlessly. “It feels so good inside of me, so very good baby.” My wife moaned and then groaned loudly, and I knew she was experiencing a powerful orgasm.

  The squeaking of the bed stopped for a bit, then started again but this time it sounded differentl and not so fast.

  “Oh, yes,” Bree said, and I heard a slap. “Spank that white ass. I’m a bad little white girl. Fuck me like a little white whore and spank my ass!”

  “God, bitch,” he said. “Your pussy is so tight. Much tighter than my wife. And you take it all, bitch. My wife can’t take it all, even in doggy style.” I heard the sounds of their bodies slapping and the occasional sound of a spank on Bree’s tender ass.

  “I can feel the head of your cock tapping my cervix right when you thrust deep, right when your balls slap against me,” my wife said. “I fucking love that! I love your big, thick cock.” Bree groaned again as she orgasmed another time.

  The whole time I’d been trying to hold out as long as possible, but the sounds were so erotic that I couldn’t resist any longer. My little penis squirted, sputtering and spurting against the motel’s wall. Quickly I got dressed and checked out of the motel.

  A few months later, Bree informed me that she’d taken a pregnancy test and she was pregnant. I thought it was strange because we always used condoms, and I hadn’t had one slip off or break in over a year. I wondered if my black boss might be the father of the baby she was carrying. Bree doesn’t seem worried, though, so who knows. I’m really just excited that my wife and I will soon be having our first baby, and I get turned on thinking about the possibility that she might deliver a strong black baby!

  MY WIFE AND HER BLACK BOSS

  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.

  * * *

  One day I went to the office to surprise my wife Sarah with a nice bouquet of flowers. We’d fought a lot in recent weeks – mostly because she wants another baby and I think one child is enough for us – and Sarah has always loved flowers. When I arrived the receptionist seemed nervous, telling me that Sarah was at lunch for the next couple of hours and suggesting that I leave the flowers with her. I thanked her for the offer but decided to drop them off personally at her desk so I could leave her a handwritten note.

  When I reached Sarah’s cubicle, her coworker Mike leaned out of his cubicle and gave me a huge grin. “Hey, nice flowers, bub. I bet you’re looking for your wife, eh?”

  I nodded. “The receptionist said she’s out to lunch.”

  “Oh, I’m sure Sarah’s eating something right now,” Mike said with a sly smile. He looked up and down the hallway to make sure nobody was around. “Listen, you didn’t hear it from me but she’s down there in Rondae’s office.”

  I glanced down the hall toward the office. Rondae was her company’s VP of sales. My wife was just a junior sales associate, and she spoke adoringly of him. “Ron,” as Sarah called him, took quite an interest in my wife and was mentoring her. He was easily the most successful salesman there, so learning from him was a tremendous opportunity. My wife had also told me that Rondae had hit on her pretty hard for months. Although she found him to incredibly handsome and sexy, and she confessed to me that she’d have dated him if she were single, Sarah was married and wouldn’t cheat on her vows.

  I walked down to Rondae’s office. The office door was closed, and I quietly tried the handle and found it locked. Walking around to the side window, I saw the shades were pulled down. But there was an inch or so of window space that was uncovered, so I leaned in to take a look.

  There was Sarah’s on her knees next to her boss’s desk. He wore a dress shirt and tie, and his pants were down around his ankles. Sarah was fully dressed, wearing a red blouse and black miniskirt with white stockings, on the floor sucking her boss’s cock. Despite the rumors you’ve heard about black guys, his cock was only about seven inches long and pretty thick, nothing at all like I’d expected. Sarah was deep throating his manhood, tugging his shaft gently but firmly between each suck. Rondae’s head was tilted back a bit, his mouth wide open, and he was moaning as Sarah pleasured him with her mouth.

  “That’s right, baby doll,” he said. “Suck on that black cock, baby.” He reached down to hold her hair back, keeping it away from her mouth. When Sarah pulled her head away to catch a breath, long thick strands of her saliva were attached between her lips and his dick.

  After five minutes of oral, he lifted my wife to her feet. Rondae grabbed her hips, twirled her around and bent her body over his desk.

  “Fuck me, Ron,” my wife begged. “I need to feel your cock inside me.”

  Rondae looked toward the door, as if to make sure nobody was watching. Then he lifted up my wife’s skirt, pulled her panties down to her feet, and he slipped his big cock deep inside her. Rondae held Sarah’s hips as he pounded his cock inside of her. I could hear the slurping sounds her grateful cunt was making as his black serpent spread out her vaginal walls.

  “Oh, God, girl… I’m gonna come, baby. I’m gonna… Aargh!” I saw Rondae’s hands tighten his grip on Sarah’s hips. My wife looked back toward him, a look of panic on her face. Her black boss’s body tensed up as he pushed balls deep inside my wife’s pussy. I saw the base of his shaft pulsing, his testicles twitching, as he blasted her white cunt with his sperm.

  “You promised to pull out!” my wife said fearfully. “I’m trying to get pregnant by my husband. I went off the pill two weeks ago, and I’m ovulating right now!”

  I saw Rondae wipe his forehead with his sleeve, tired and sweaty. He slowly withdrew his spent weapon from my wife’s tight little beaver. When the head popped out, it was covered in white slime, and globs of semen spilled out of her overflowing orifice. My wife spun around, pulled her panties back up and lowered her skirt back down from around her waist, but the deed had already been done. Her vagina was thoroughly coated with his black boss’s baby batter, and millions of his sperm were rapidly swimming inside their new home, relentlessly searching for her defenseless egg.

  Saddened, I walked away from my wife’s office, dropped the flowers onto Sarah’s chair, and left the building. I didn’t bother to tell Sarah what I witnessed that day. That was three weeks ago, and Sarah seems very worried and distracted. Although she hasn’t told me, I know that her period is late. I should point out that her period has been late b
efore, so it doesn’t necessarily mean she’s pregnant with Rondae’s baby. As I write this, she’s in the bathroom taking a pregnancy test. We haven’t had sex in over a month, so if she’s pregnant she will have some serious explaining to do!

  INSEMINATED BY A BLACK MILLIONAIRE

  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.

  * * *

  Five years ago, my wife decided she wanted to become a surrogate mother. Kaitlyn and I are both in our twenties and we’d already had one child, which was all we wanted. (After our daughter’s birth, at Kaitlyn’s urging, I got a vasectomy.) But it was an easy pregnancy and my wife, being the caring person she is and always wanting to help others, thought it would be a nice way to help other couples that are having trouble conceiving. Of course, she would get paid tens of thousands of dollars for carrying the child, which doesn’t hurt.

  We researched the idea and finally decided to give it a try. The surrogacy agency set us up with a very attractive black couple. The guy was named Carlton N’dambi. I had never heard of Carlton before, but I’ve since learned that he’s the world middleweight boxing champion. The fellow was an African immigrant with a goatee and very dark skin, standing 6’4 with a strong, muscular body. His wife Hailey, I was told, was a blonde model from New York City. Sadly, Hailey was unable to conceive so the two of them needed to use a surrogate.

  Kaitlyn and I met Carlton and Hailey at a nice restaurant. I could tell that Kaitlyn was very attracted to Carlton, as she was crossing and uncrossing her legs and flipping her hair. I also could tell that Carlton felt the same way about Kaitlyn. When we got home, my wife told me he’d removed his shoe and ran his foot up her leg during dinner. I’d never had a problem with my wife being flirtatious, and I thought it was good that there was some chemistry between Kaitlyn and the man whose baby she was set to carry.

  After we tried a round of IVF and Kaitlyn failed to take (which is fairly common), I got a call from Hailey. She said now that we’d officially used IVF, we wouldn’t really need to go that expensive route any more. It cost $15,000 per treatment, and more importantly it’s not very effective, so if we all agreed we should use natural insemination from now on. Hailey said they’d happily pay us the $15,000 per cycle rather than pay the clinic, and it would help us achieve our goal more quickly.

  Honestly, I was shocked at that. I asked Hailey if she’d truly be okay with Carlton having sex with another woman. Hailey replied that it wouldn’t bother her at all, given the situation, and that it’s actually a fairly common thing in the surrogacy industry. She asked if Kaitlyn and I were okay with it, and I communicated to her that I would ask my wife about it later.

  When I ran the idea by my wife, her eyes lit up. Kaitlyn was very interested in having sex with this famous, athletic black millionaire. But, she stressed, she’d only do it if I gave it my blessing. I conveyed to her that we really needed the money and, for an extra $15,000 per cycle, there didn’t seem to be any good reason to say no. So, I dialed Hailey and accepted their offer. That night, Kaitlyn and I made love and she seemed especially hot, which I assumed was due to her fantasizing about having sex with her sexy black lover.

  Over the weekend, my wife and I went to a lingerie store and bought some sexy things for her to wear with Carlton. Kaitlyn selected a number of different outfits and modeled them for me. I thought she looked amazing in every one of them – or wearing nothing at all.

  So that Monday evening, after our daughter was in bed, Carlton arrived at our house for his first insemination date. Carlton was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, carrying a dozen roses. I could detect the smell of cologne on him. It didn’t seem like much of a business appointment if you ask me, but I was fine with that. I called up to Kaitlyn, and my wife came down the stairs from our bedroom wearing a red bra and matching panties beneath a transparent white robe. Kaitlyn kissed Carlton and thanked him for the beautiful roses. After quickly placing them into a vase in the kitchen, she walked with him hand-in-hand up the stairs to our bedroom.

  I decided to use my computer in the basement during their time together. Unbeknownst to my wife, I’d set up a hidden camera on her dresser so I could see and hear everything. I’d brought down a bottle of lubrication with me, and I was ready to see this incredible black stud have his way with my wife.

  When I powered the camera on, at first I couldn’t see my wife, just Carlton. He was standing next to the bed wearing just a pair of black boxer shorts. After we’d met Carlton, I had gone back and watched some of his boxing matches, and I realized Carlton was wearing the very shorts he would wear in the boxing ring. I could see a large bulge up the front of them, too, and it appeared he was well-hung.

  “Sorry, I don’t have fishnet stockings,” my wife said, speaking from off camera. “But I have these.”

  I saw the black boxer looking to his left, outside the range of the camera, and he smiled and nodded. “I love it, sweetie.”

  “Great, I’ll put them on,” my wife said. A minute later, she walked up to Carlton and embraced him, and they began kissing wildly. Kaitlyn’s robe was now gone and she wore white stockings and black high heels with her red bra and panties. My wife’s tiny frame was dwarfed her black lover’s monstrous frame. The two lovers’ hands roamed all over each other’s bodies. Carlton laid Kaitlyn down on the bed, his huge ripped body on top of her. She put her legs up at his sides, her high heels up in the air.

  “Damn, baby, you got me so hot.” Carlton was pumping his hips, rubbing his crotch against hers. I could see her pale fingers gripping his black shoulders, and she moaned deeply and breathed heavily.

  Carlton got up and pulled down his trunks, unleashing his huge black beast. That cock was at least nine inches long and thick as a cucumber. My wife’s eyes widened as she saw it. “Oh, my God, Carlton, it’s huge! I’ve always wanted to experience a cock like that.”

  “I guess it’s your lucky day, then,” Carlton said. He leaned down, pulled her panties off, and licked her cunt for a good thirty seconds. Although it wasn’t long, I saw Kaitlyn’s hands gripping the sheets to either side of her, and her face and neck were flush red. She held her breath, concentrating on receiving the pleasure, her body slowly tensing, her legs slowly squirming, until she let out a loud moan, followed by quick, shallow breaths.

  The black man stood up, aimed the tip of his thick black missile at my wife’s opening, and he pushed inside with a single thrust. It surprised me that it went in so easily. My much smaller penis normally took me a handful of strokes to enter her, but apparently she was so wet for this black manthat he could slide inside of her with ease.

  “Oh God,” my wife said, her eyes wide open. “That feels so good.”

  “You like that?” Carlton asked.

  “Oh, yes, baby,” she cooed. “After giving birth I’m not as tight down there as I was. My husband’s penis isn’t big and I can barely feel him anymore. But your thick cock, oh my, I can feel every inch of that. It feels perfect, like your cock was made just for my pussy.” My wife moaned. “Oh God, I really needed this. Nothing can compare to a big dick and getting a good old-fashioned cocking!”

  Carlton lifted her legs over his shoulders. Her high-heels were flopping as he pounded viciously inside her. Kaitlyn was moaning, almost crying as she praised his skills at lovemaking. He flipped her over and fucked her doggie-style, his black hands fondling her breasts
as he fucked her. I saw Kaitlyn’s hand reach between her legs and finger herself.

  At long last, the black stud grunted that he was about to climax. Kaitlyn quickly flipped over, crawled up to his cock, and she pumped his shaft with one hand, fondling his mighty black testicles with the other, with the head of his dangerous black weapon at the opening of her mouth. My wife’s tongue flicked all over his cock head, licking the underside of his cock as he screamed out. I saw blast after blast of Carlton’s semen blasting onto my wife’s tongue, as she massaged his shaft to extract every drop of his load, locking her lips around his cockhead. Then she looked into his eyes, opened her mouth to show him the mouthful of creamy seed, and then swallowed it. She moved her fingers up his cock from the base to the tip, pulling out every drop of goodness from his gun, and swallowed that as well.

  “Damn, you are one hell of a cocksucker,” Carlton said. “But that was supposed to go inside your womb.”

  “Well, I don’t know. Everyone says that the pull-out method doesn’t work,” she said with a wink. “I guess we’ll find out. If this takes a few more cycles, it’s fine with me. How about you?”

  “Oh, that’s fine with me, too,” he said, smiling broadly.

  Kaitlyn stood up on her knees, inched up toward Carlton and kissed him. “You’re easily the best lover I’ve ever had. That cock of yours is to die for.”

  At that point I turned off the camera, making sure to save the video to watch again later.

  Carlton came to our house two more times that week. Every time, Kaitlyn was wearing a new set of lingerie for him. She also went to the store and bought more stockings and high-heel shoes. Watching my wife with her strong, virile black lover was the most erotic thing that I’ve ever seen.

  After five months of Carlton having sex with Kaitlyn three or four times a week without a pregnancy, Hailey started to complain. She said that Carlton probably needed to be tested for infertility. But at that point the two of them stopped messing around, and he began unloading his semen inside of my wife. It didn’t take her long to get pregnant. And after that we got some great news – Kaitlyn was pregnant with twin boys! My wife’s belly expanded far more than it did with our daughter, and I was totally aroused knowing she was carrying black babies.