MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  Both of them breathed hard as they grunted and moaned. They were fucking like rabbits for a good twenty minutes.

  “Oh, shit, Cliff. Oh, God, I’m coming!” My wife cried out in orgasm three times. With me, the most I’ve ever made Emily come was a single time in a session. When I’d hear her climax, I’d lose control and blow my wad.

  As I drove into the baseball field, I saw that my wife’s SUV was still there, parked near a large white van. I parked my car a good thirty spots away, then I brought my phone with me toward the van. As I neared it, I saw that it was rocking. I walked up to the back window and it was covered by a curtain, but I managed to see a little in the middle of the curtain. I could see a bed in the back of the van, and Cliff’s black ass was up in the air between Emily’s creamy white legs. She was moving with each of his thrusts.

  “Oh, fuck, bitch!” Cliff said in a deep voice. “I’m gonna cum, bitch!”

  My wife’s arms pulled him toward her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles. My wife was preventing him from pulling out.

  “Aargh!” Cliff groaned, pushing inside as deep as possible.

  “I’m coming, too, baby,” my wife whimpered. She moaned loudly as she climaxed.

  Finally, my wife released her legs. Cliff rolled off of her and lay next to my wife, breathing heavily. His black dick was still fully erect and shined with their juices. A stream of white liquid oozed out of my wife’s used love box.

  “Damn, bitch, you said I had to pull out but you didn’t let me.”

  “That’s okay, baby,” Emily said. “Taking your sperm inside of me was the best part.”

  Cliff squinted his eyes. “Are you on the Pill?”

  “No, but I like the risk sex,” she replied. “I’ve always been that way. You know, I’ve had sex with other men my entire marriage. Even when I got pregnant with our kids.”

  “Yeah, but I’m a black man. What will happen if you give birth to a black baby? How are you gonna explain that to him?”

  Their conversation had me very aroused. I looked around, and it looked like nobody had seen me. I ended the call, returned to my car and drove home.

  When my wife came home an hour later, I immediately tried to get her in bed. Emily was surprised and said she needed to shower first, but I pulled her straight to our bed. My wife was very animated as I ate out her pussy, and I couldn’t help but notice there were white globs of semen inside cunt and flecks of semen in her pussy hair. I tasted her black lover’s come and it wasn’t bad, a little nutty and salty. Then I slipped my penis inside, not lasting long before I added my load to her creamy cunt. After I finished, I rolled over next to her and kissed her passionately.

  “Damn, what has gotten into you, honey?” Emily asked. What she didn’t know is that it wasn’t what had gotten into me, but what had gotten into her tight little box, that had gotten me so excited!

  WIFE GOES OUT WITH FRIENDS

  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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  Hi, my name is Rachel. I sometimes go out with my friends Brittany and Jessica, for a girls’ night out. We are all married with children thirty-somethings, and we try to go out once a month to have fun. The last time did it, things were crazy and I thought you’d want to hear my story.

  The three of us went to a cute little restaurant downtown that specializes in sushi. We sat at the bar and talked about our lives – you know, work, kids and husbands. While sipping on martinis, a few college guys approached us. The one who approached me was a handsome black man. I really loved the scent of his cologne. The guy said his name was Damion. As we talked, I could tell instantly that there was strong chemistry between us. I’d had a couple of drinks by then, so I was a little drunk.

  My friends had already sent their guys away, telling them they were married, while I was still chatting with mine. The crotch of my panties were wet and I was seriously considering making out with this guy.

  “You know Rachel, my husband is out of town this weekend,” Jessica said. “If you’re too drunk to drive home tonight, you can stay in the guest room of my house.” Then she turned to Damion, saying, “We have a king-size bed in the guest room. It’s big enough for both of you if you need a place.”

  “Well, I sure don’t want to drive drunk,” Damion said. “That would be very wrong, you know.” He winked. “I think we should share the bed.” I agreed. I called home to let my husband Chris know I was crashing at Jessica’s house.

  Damion and I drove our cars to Jessica’s home. Once we got into the guest room, things heated up fast. As we kissed, I felt his powerful erection straining against his blue jeans. He dropped his pants and I reached down into his boxers, finding a nice eight-inch cock as thick as my wrist. His cock was only a couple of inches longer than my husband’s penis, but it was just so much thicker. It felt like hardened steel covered with a layer of velvety soft skin, and the purplish black color was simply intoxicating. I stroked his cock with my hand while kissed me.

  I removed Damion’s shirt and asked him to lay down on the guest room bed. He complied and now his huge black dick was standing straight up at me. I leaned down, licking and kissing my way down the pole, with my hands on his hips as I took his cock inside of my mouth. He put his hands behind my head, running his fingers in my hair and holding my head as I sucked on his thick dick.

  That cock was just too big to pleasure with just my mouth. I moved a hand to the base of his shaft, the other to his balls, and proceeded to provide him with the best oral sex I could muster. After a few minutes, he was on the edge of coming. I sped up the pace as I felt his balls tensing up in his nut sack, and they jerked and contracted as he blasted my mouth with his sperm.

  I smiled and swallowed. “That was delicious.”

  “Now let me lick your cunt,” Damion said.

  I laid on the bed and spread out my creamy white legs. Damion put his face between my legs and licked my white pussy, swirling his pink tongue around my clitoris. The black stud inserted a finger inside me, then a second, as he continued licking. My pussy tightened as I moaned in pleasure. I felt an incredible feeling of pleasure in my loins, and it spread up and down my back then enveloped my entire body.

  “Give it to me, Damion! I want that black cock inside me!”

  The black stud positioned himself between my white legs. I grabbed his thick cock and aimed it at my wet entrance. He pushed himself in, an inch at a time. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and kissed him as he pistoned his dick inside. The sheer size of his organ felt amazing, and just the excitement of being with a new guy – let alone a black guy who was ten years younger – it was all just so erotic. I lifted my legs up against him as he powered his dick inside of me.

  I’d never had an orgasm without somebody touching my clitoris before, but now I could feel it approaching. This cock was so big and thick that it was totally bringing me off.

  “Keep going, honey,” I moaned. “My pussy is going to come. You’re dick feels so right in me. I love it, baby! I love it, I love it, I love it!”

  Damion quickened his pace. His breathing was faster and I knew he was about to climax. Suddenly, I felt a blast of pleasure course through my entire body. I groaned out in ecstasy. “Oh, fuck, Damion! Fuck!”

  Just as I came, my black lover grunted and pushed that huge cock as far inside as it could possi
bly go. I felt his cock pulsating, twitching as he delivered his load of virile sperm deep inside of my pussy.

  Damion rolled off of me, and we kissed for a few minutes. He told me he needed to get back to campus, and he quickly got up, dressed and left.

  That was the only time I ever saw Damion. However, that encounter ended up being the best thing that ever happened to me. I regained my desire for sex, and my husband was very grateful. It’s been a while now and I’m eager to have another amazing sexual experience. But Jessica and Brittany are saying it’s my turn to cover for them with their husbands, and they want to spend a little secret sexy time with new lovers. I guess it’s only fair. Until my next hookup, I have some incredible memories to keep me sexually excited!

  HER TIME AT THE BROTHEL

  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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  “Hey Daniel, check this out,” my wife Stephanie said. “You won’t believe how much they’re paying.” She was laying in bed next to me with her iPad. She was looking at an email she’d gotten from the Afterglow Ranch, a legal brothel in Nevada not too far from California. I’d heard about those brothels on a TV show. The woman in the email said they’d noticed my wife’s pictures online and she could make a lot of money as a prostitute. Hundreds of dollars a day, maybe even thousands, they claimed.

  That didn’t surprise me. Even at twenty-seven years old and having given birth, my Stephanie still had a great body. My wife sports a nice pair of c-cup breasts, a toned waist, and a nice bubble butt. So, of course there’d be men who’d like to sleep with her.

  “I know you’re a proud man,” Stephanie said. “But you’re unemployed and you’ve been out of work for months. We’re out of money and out of time. I mean, we have kids to feed.” She ran a hand down my chest and pouted her lips. “What do you say, honey? Just until you find work?”

  Honestly, I had mixed feelings about my wife working as a whore. I’d always fantasized about her having sex with other guys, but I wasn’t sure if I really wanted her doing that. But then, what she’d said was true. I’d been out of work for some time and my unemployment compensation wasn’t high enough to cover our expenses. If she could make as much as they said, I figured she would bring in over $100,000 per year working at the brothel. Despite my reservations, I agreed to her proposal.

  Soon my wife flew out to Nevada and moved in with a couple other girls who worked at the Afterglow Ranch. Stephanie spent most of her time there, but she flew back home to visit us every other weekend. The cash she was banking really made it worthwhile. My wife was getting fucked by anywhere from two to ten men in a day, sometimes even more. Some of the men only wanted a blowjob, and some just wanted to talk. But the vast majority of the johns wanted full intercourse. Stephanie claimed they always used condoms, though, which was the law.

  I decided to surprise Stephanie one weekend. I left our children with my parents, hopped on a plane to Las Vegas and drove a rental car to the brothel. When I arrived, they treated me well and I met Carol, the owner of the place. Carol was in her sixties and looked pretty butch and had gravelly voice, but she was very pleasant and spoke highly of Stephanie. She said my wife was one of the most popular girls they had.

  “Do you want to see her in action?” Carol asked. I said yes, of course, so she took me into a back room. A guy was sitting in a chair in front of a bunch of monitors, watching the action in all of the brothel’s playrooms.

  “The safety of our girls is critical,” she said. “Your wife is in there right now.” Carol pointed at a screen. Sure enough, I saw Stephanie on the screen wearing just a red bra and panties, sitting on the bed with a middle-aged, dark-skinned black dude wearing a pair of gray shorts. The black guy wasn’t in good shape and had a large stomach. “That guy is Maurice. He’s in love with your wife, thinks she’s his girl. He’s what we call a suitor.”

  “What’s a suitor?” I asked.

  “A suitor is a guy who spends a lot of money on a girl, courting her like she’s his girlfriend. They give jewelry, perfume, money. A suitor wants to be her only man, or think he’s her only man. Of course, the girls have many suitors.” Carol then instructed the guy sitting in the chair to broadcast Stephanie on the big screen, and he pressed a button.

  On the big screen, I saw Maurice kissing my wife’s neck. Her eyes were closed, her head craned back as she received his kisses. The black man’s hands roamed all over my wife’s back.

  “Turn up the volume,” Carol said.

  “I love your cock, Maury,” Stephanie said sultrily, reaching into the guy’s shorts and tugging his boner. I couldn’t believe how clearly we heard them. The brothel must have had a microphone over the bed. “I love big cocks, baby. They feel really good inside my pussy.”

  “Yes, she does,” Carol said with a laugh, looking at the screen. Then she turned to me. “Stephanie said she’d never had a large cock before she worked for us. Now she’s been with a variety of men, and she knows what she’d been missing.”

  I turned back toward the screen. My wife was using her mouth and hands to roll a condom onto the black man’s cock. The thing was huge. That cock had to be a foot long and nearly as thick as a soda can.

  “Damn,” I said. “I doubt my average-sized penis will satisfy her anymore.”

  Carol smirked. “I doubt a small-to-average cock ever did. Even if it did, it won’t be enough after having babies. Giving birth really expands it out. Stephanie needs a larger cock just to feel much of anything anymore.”

  My wife was down on her hand and knees. Maurice held her ass cheeks in his paws. He gave her a playful spank before pushing his cock inside of her.

  “Ooohhh, baby,” my wife groaned, her face melting with pleasure as he pushed his cock farther inside, stroke after stroke. Finally he was all the way inside and she moaned like crazy, her breasts bouncing back and forth as her body rocked with each thrust. I saw her slip a hand down between her legs, diddling her clitoris. “Oh God, baby, I’m coming,” she said, her voice shaking as she orgasmed.

  Maurice slapped my wife’s butt and said, “lay down on your back.” My wife did as she was told, and she spread her legs for him. The black guy moved on top of her, that big stomach of his resting against her belly. As he fucked her, he leaned down and the two of them kissed wildly.

  “She really loves that,” Carol told me. “Not only does Maurice have a decent-sized dick, but that belly of his rubs her clitty just right.”

  I’m afraid Carol was right about that. As the black guy thundered his cock relentlessly inside of Stephanie’s cunt, she cried out in orgasm over and over. I knew she wasn’t faking them because I saw her legs drop to the mattress each time, and she’d push up her groin against him. I knew from experience that those were signs of her climax.

  “Damn, baby,” Maurice said. “Oh shit, oh shit, I’m coming!” His thick black ass cheeks clenched and I saw his big testicles ride up as he climaxed inside of Stephanie. Finally he rolled off and they kissed. Not long after, my wife donned a red robe and she walked with Maurice out of the playroom. I heard them walking down the hallway. When Stephanie got to the front of the brothel and saw me, her eyes lit up. “Danny!” My wife threw her arms around me. “It’s such a surprise, honey!”

  My wife showed me the bar and the front section of the brothel, but then she had to return to work. The next man who arrive
d was a tall, muscular black guy. Carol said this black guy was a professional basketball player, and he also packed a large cock. I asked if I could watch again but she said no, that was a one-time deal. “I don’t want to interfere with her work.”

  I left the brothel and didn’t see Stephanie until late that night, after her shift had ended. We talked for a while, but then she had to stay the night inside the brothel without any visitors. I returned home.

  Happily, I landed a great job just a few months later. And, although it violated the rules, my wife managed to maintain her business from our house. Maurice and a handful of her regulars have been flying to our house and spending sexy time with my wife. Stephanie charges the same amount as she did at the brothel. The clients are happy that she’s working under the table because now they don’t need to use condoms with her. A few of her regulars told their friends, and now her prostitution business is growing nicely. I’ve been tempted to put a camera and microphone into our bedroom so I can watch Stephanie getting pleasured by her clients. Maybe I will!

  MY BLACK WORKOUT PARTNER

  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 a twenty-seven year old named Olivia, and I’m a married mother of two kids. I have a great marriage, but after having children I found my sex drive dropped a lot. Part of the decline was probably due to me gaining forty pounds that I hadn’t managed to lose.