MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  Instead of going to the office every day, Hannah was now spending most of her days out with the team and at the stadium, wearing a cute little baseball uniform and her hair up in ponytail, topped off with a baseball cap. Hannah loved watching the games, especially with all of those sexy young athletic guys – she calls them the “boys.”

  “Your wife and I have some real chemistry,” Jhalil said. “I’d like to have a sexual relationship with her. Hannah said that I should ask you if it’s okay.”

  At first I was shocked, but as we talked I realized it was something I’d always fantasized about and I figured this might be a great opportunity. Although I was a bit surprised that Hannah hadn’t asked me first, I figured it was fine. I told him that my wife had my permission to sleep with him.

  That evening during dinner, I mentioned to Hannah that I’d gotten a phone call from Jhalil. Her mouth dropped open and she said Jhalil had been hitting on her pretty hard. Although she was very attracted to him, she explained that she’s a married woman. When Jhalil was persistent, at one point she told him to call her husband and see if he’d be okay with it. It was more of a joke, though – she never thought he would actually phone me!

  When I explained to Hannah that I’d given Khalil my blessing to sleep with her, she was totally shocked. But by the end of dinner, I could tell she was thinking about sleeping with the sexy black baseball player with the multi-million-dollar contract.

  A few nights later, Jhalil invited my wife to have dinner at a ritzy restaurant in the city. Before she left, Hannah packed toiletries and a change of clothes, so I wasn’t surprised when she called after dinner to let me know that she’d be staying the night at Jhalil’s condo. When she returned home the next morning, we made love while Hannah related all the dirty details.

  Jhalil drove Hannah in his Cadillac Escalade to his condo in the city. The guy had a 12,000 square foot home on the 24th floor of a downtown tower. After they shared some drinks, the two of them went to the bedroom. They started by lying down on the bed, kissing wildly with their clothes on. His hands ran all over Hannah’s body, and she really loved that. Soon Jhalil removed my wife’s blouse and bra. When he removed his clothes, he was sporting the biggest cock my wife had ever seen – it was nearly a foot long and as thick around as her wrist, uncircumcised with a big purple head at the end. “I want to feel that inside of me,” Hannah said, removing her skirt and panties. “I want to feel completely full inside.”

  Hannah looked deeply into her black lover’s eyes as he lined up that big cock at her eager entrance. She was incredibly wet for him, she said. They kissed as he slowly pushed his black monster inside of my wife’s cunt. Even though she was wetter than ever, his manhood was so large that it took him a few strokes to get it fully inside. The young baseball player began thrusting violently, pounding her at a tremendous pace. Hannah’s arms were wrapped around his muscular black body as she received what was easily the greatest pleasure in her life.

  Although Hannah had experienced cocks larger than mine in college, she’d never experienced the feeling of anything quite so big. My wife was hunching up her groin to receive his mighty weapon, and she wrapped her ankles around his waist. Jhalil slipped a hand down to her crotch, diddling her clit with his finger. She was in ecstasy, moaning and groaning loudly, whimpering and crying as he gave her orgasm after orgasm.

  My wife said her back was arching, her head thrown back as she rolled through climax after climax. Hannah couldn’t help but tell him how amazing his cock felt and how he made her feel like a woman.

  Jhalil straightened his arms, lifting himself up, and my wife looked down between her legs, admiring the beauty of that magnificent black cock pulling all the way out, then thrusting mightily back in. Hannah heard the sounds of her wet pussy slurping as he took his pleasure, and she loved the contrast of his dark black muscular frame against her soft white body. Hannah rode through another powerful orgasm when Jhalil blasted his semen inside her.

  After some cuddling, my wife moved down to Jhalil’s cock and began to suck him. She seldom does that for me, but Hannah told me that the sheer size of his cock gave her the desire to pleasure him with her mouth. It didn’t take long before her black lover was hard again. The two of them had sex four more times that night in a bunch of different positions. And then in morning, they shared one last session in the shower before Jhalil called for a taxi to take her home.

  As I listened, I loved every bit of her story except when she allowed him to come inside of her. I had a vasectomy after our second child was born and Hannah wasn’t using a thing for protection. I knew she’d never get an abortion, so we couldn’t afford to take that risk. Hannah just rubbed her hand slowly on my chest, smiled and said she’s not worried about that. She said she’d read a story online that Jhalil has two baby mamas and each receives over $100,000 per year in child support, so we’d be fine if that happened, but she’d make him use condoms from now on if I insisted. I thought about it, then told Hannah I trusted her judgment and would support her in whatever she wants to do.

  Over the last two months, my wife has been sleeping with Jhalil at least three times a week. Sometimes my wife stays the night at his condo, sometimes they have sex in a vehicle, and sometimes he comes to our house at night after the kids are in bed. When he leaves, I always jump in bed with Hannah and slip my little penis inside of her wet, swollen cunt. I love the slick, oily feeling of his semen lubricating her velvety love nest. I honestly feel no fear or jealousy, just happiness knowing how much pleasure my wife is getting and the excitement of knowing her fertile womb is being filled with the seed of such an amazing man. We’ve talked thoroughly about the possibility that she might get pregnant, and we’re both excited about it. If that happens, I will raise the child as if it’s my own.

  This weekend Jhalil is taking Hannah on a two week long vacation at a resort in the Virgin Islands. I can’t wait to hear the dirty details when Hannah returns!

  MY WIFE IS DOING INTERRACIAL PORN

  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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  One evening, while sitting around the table, we were looking at our bills. My wife Abigail had been laid off from her high-paying job at an investment company and couldn’t find comparable work. She’d always made more money than I did and I really couldn’t easily make extra money to make up the deficit. My wife’s unemployment compensation was about to run out. The two of us were discussing how to keep the roof over our heads.

  “You know, Nick,” Abigail said jokingly, “maybe we should listen to Tony and I should go into porn.”

  We have a friend who runs a porno company in California. At one point he suggested that my wife try working in porn because it pays even better than her job at the investment firm. Abigail is in her late twenties with a pretty face and a body that turns heads, even though she’s had two children. At the time, pornography wasn’t something she’d have considered, but desperate times were calling for desperate measures.

  “I mean, honey, I’m not working now,” Abigail said. “I could fly out there, film some porn movies, and come back home with the money. Tony said I could make over $100,000 a year doing it. In the meantime, I can keep looking for work back home.”

  We discussed the idea, and we agreed that she should give Tony a call. Tony told my wife that he’d love to have her out there. He
told her that his company does exclusively interracial scenes, meaning black men with white women like Abigail. Tony said she’d earn $1200 for a typical scene, $2000 for an anal scene, and $5000 for a double penetration scene. He further said that the popular girls work about ten scenes per month. He guaranteed my wife ten scenes if she would fly out there for a month, and Abigail could see whether she liked it or not. Sadly, it was an offer that we couldn’t refuse. My wife got a plane ticket and she flew out there the next weekend.

  Tony gave me a complimentary login and password to their interracial porn website. About a week later, Abigail’s first adult movie appeared on their site. After our kids were asleep, I locked the bedroom door and streamed the video onto our HDTV. My wife was sitting on a black leather couch in an open-concept house. You could hear a guy asking her questions.

  “My name is Summer Beach,” Abigail said. “I’m twenty-seven and I’m married with two kids.” My wife was wearing a green blouse and jeans. Abby said she was from the Midwest and this was her first time making a film. My wife said she’d never have sex with a black guy before. When the guy asked what the biggest cock she’d ever felt was, Abby said she’d experienced a couple of seven inch cocks back in college. When asked about her hubby, my wife crinkled her face. “My husband’s penis is pretty small.” Abby held up a couple fingers. “He claims he’s five inches long but it’s more like four, really. And it’s not very thick, either. Sometimes I can’t tell when he’s inside me. The only way I know we’re having sex is because I feel his hips moving against me. Yeah. My husband is pretty good at eating my pussy but I’m more interested in getting a good, hard fuck.”

  Then I saw her eyes look behind, to the side of the camera. Two black guys then walked onto the scene, one on either side of my wife. Both guys were fully naked, tall and muscular. The black man on the left was Jamal, a dark-skinned black man with a huge cock, far bigger and thicker flaccid than my penis is erect. The dude on the right was called Kevin, and he was lighter skinned and nowhere near as big as Jamal. I’d estimate he was six or seven inches long.

  Abigail got down on her knees and put a hand on each guy’s cock. My wife would lick and suck on one, then turn her attention back to the other man. In just a matter of minutes, both of the men were fully erect, though the huge dick did not fully stand up straight – it only went sideways. My wife stood up and the two guys removed her blouse and bra. When Abby dropped her blue jeans, she was wearing a pair of white panties.

  My wife began kissing Jamal wildly, one hand around his back and the other holding his cock below, her body dry humping against him while she moaned, that black cock pressed up against her belly as Kevin kissed her neck from behind and fondled her creamy white legs and ass.

  Jamal removed her panties and laid my wife down on the couch. The camera then showed his massive member laying on top of her belly, really emphasizing just how deep that black monster would go inside of her. Abby, for her part, sucked on the white guy’s smaller. My wife let the cock out of her mouth for a moment. “Put that cock inside me,” Abby begged Jamal. “Please let me feel that huge dick inside of me.”

  The black guy lined his monster up at her tight entrance and slowly, inch by inch, began to push it inside of her. Abby moaned loudly, despite her mouth being filled with dick. Once Jamal’s humungous dick was nearly all the way inside of her, she let Kevin’s dick go. “Oh, God,” she said. “That black dick feels so good. I’ve never had a dick like inside of me.”

  “You like that, bitch?” Jamal asked, his cock thrusting rapidly inside of her.

  “Oh, shit, yes, baby.”

  Jamal leaned down and he kissed my wife passionately. Abby moaned as he pounded her white cunt. They broke off their kissing and Jamal rose up. I saw that my wife’s breasts and neck were bright red, flush from her clear arousal. “Your dick feels so good inside of me, baby. I love getting fucked by you!”

  Abby was always quiet in bed when we made love, but I hoped she was just acting for the camera. My wife resumed sucking on Kevin’s dick.

  After a few minutes, the three of them changed positions. Jamal wasn’t fully hard any more, and Abby sucked him until he was erect. Then Jamal layed down on the couch, and Abby got on top of him, riding him in the cowgirl position. My wife moaned as she took his dick inside of her.

  “This feels like heaven,” Abby said, leaning forward and slowly riding him. Then Kevin got behind my wife, his white dick all lubed up, and he lined it up with her ass. “Go slow,” Abby said, grimacing as Kevin slowly pressed his dick inside of my wife. Jamal held Abby’s hips as the white guy buried his dick balls-deep inside of my wife. Slowly, the two of them pumped inside of her.

  “Oh, fuck, that feels so good,” Abby moaned, nearly out of breath. “That feels so intense. My cunt is filled and my asshole, too. I had no idea sex could be this amazing!” The three of them moved in a rhythm together. “Oh, God, I’m coming!” Abby was nearly crying as she moaned through a powerful orgasm. Abby experienced two more orgasms before they finished.

  I had hoped they’d fill both of her holes with cream, but they disentangled beforehand. Hannah kneeled next to the couch, tugging on the black guy’s cock as he blasted Abigail’s face with huge blasts of semen. One of the blasts hit my wife in the eye. Abby managed to keep smiling, though squinting, her face looked like a glazed donut.

  Abigail turned her attention to the white guy’s dick and sucked it. Only moments before, Kevin’s cock had been inside her asshole, and that surprised me. Kevin’s cock exploded and blasted my wife’s face with even more semen. Abby smiled at the camera and waved as the scene ended.

  During the following three months, Abby filmed more than thirty movies. Most of the flicks were double penetration scenes, and quite a few of them involved gang bangs. Every one of them involved black guys. Abby returned home every other weekend, and we had the hottest sex of our married lives during those times. My wife said she loves how my small penis fits so easily inside of her during anal sex, and she praises my oral skills, saying I eat her out better than any porn star.

  Everything changed, though, when she found a new job in the investment field paying nearly what she’d made at her prior position. My wife is now retired from the adult movie industry, but we have enough memories (and movies) to last us a lifetime.

  It appears that we have another memento from her industry, too. Abby hasn’t had her period since she returned home. My wife was taking so many guys with no condoms, and she wasn’t using birth control. Most of the guys didn’t cum inside of her, but quite a few of them did. I’d gotten a vasectomy after our second child, so we knew that if she’s pregnant it won’t be my baby, and it’s almost certainly black. Abby is nervous and afraid to take a pregnancy test, but we’re going to know the truth pretty soon whether she likes it or not.

  MY WIFE AND THE BASEBALL COACH

  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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  “Bye honey, I have to go,” Emily said. Our son was already in the SUV, eager to go to his little league game. My wife gave me a kiss on the cheek and ran out to the vehicle. I was staying home working while she went to our son’s game.

  Emily had attended all of our son’s games that season. My wife even dressed the part, putting on makeup and perfume, and wearing a sexy baseball uniform. Although Emily was 32 years old and had two
kids, my wife could easily pass for being in her mid-twenties. She has a great body that really filled the uniform in an amazing way, and she has long curly blonde hair that I adore. For some reason, although she hates sports, Emily seemed very excited to go to my son’s games that year.

  A couple hours later, around the time I would have expected Emily to arrive home, I received a call from her. I answered it but her voice was distant, and it sounded like she was talking with somebody else.

  “You know, Cliff,” Emily said with a sultry voice, “I’ve been waiting all season to do this with you. You’re just so sexy!”

  This totally shocked me. I knew that Cliff was the little league coach. The guy had been a highly-regarded pitcher during college, but then he ruined his pitching arm. According to the moms of the boys, Cliff kept in great shape with a trim, muscular body.

  “Please keep this to yourself,” he said. “I don’t want the other mothers knowing about this.”

  I jumped inside my car and drove toward the field. My cell phone automatically connected to the car’s Bluetooth, and soon the audio of their encounter played over my car’s speakers.

  “Wow, that thing is huge, baby.” Emily’s voice sounded excited.

  “I’m a black guy, baby. You ever done a black guy?”

  “Yeah, a couple times in college,” she replied. “But they weren’t anywhere near as big as you. Your cock is enormous!”

  I was surprised by her words. She’d told me she’d only slept with one guy in college before me, and that was her high school boyfriend.

  I heard rustling and sighing sounds, and then my wife began moaning. “It feels so good, baby.”

  “Damn, it’s all the way inside your pussy,” Cliff said. “Most women can’t take it all. I love having my whole shaft covered with tight, white pussy.”