MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  Luke, my husband, suggested we become members at a local gym. When I signed up, they suggested I might want to hire a personal trainer to help me exercise and to keep me on course. That sounded like a good idea, so I went ahead and did that.

  I couldn’t believe my eyes when I met my trainer. The guy was handsome and sexy, and I was totally into him immediately. He said his name was Darryl. He was a black man with bright white teeth and an awesome body. He wore shorts and a cropped t-shirt that displayed his great abs, as well his tattoos. Darryl could tell I was attracted to him, but we managed to keep the conversation professional. He showed me how to use the equipment at the gym, and how to make proper movements when I’d exercise. Sometimes he’d place his hands on my hips when I was trying a movement, and he’d lean in close against me. I would get so wet from his scent and the feel of his touch.

  In just a few months, I lost all of my extra fat. My weight wasn’t all the way down but I’d gained a lot of muscle and tone, and I felt and looked like I was in the best shape of my life. I suddenly felt sexy again. Luke and I started having sex more frequently, but the chemistry between my black trainer and me was just undeniable. I hate to admit it, but I often fantasized about sleeping with Darryl when I was with Luke.

  Then one night, when I was about to leave the gym, Darryl approached me. He confessed that he was totally attracted to me physically. He understood that I was married, but he wanted us to enjoy a physical relationship. I was stunned by his honesty, and I admitted that I was attracted to him as well. Pulling out my phone, I called Luke and told him I’d be home late. Then I got in my car and followed Darryl’s car to his apartment.

  At his house, Darryl asked me if I’d like a cocktail. I was excited to be with Darryl but also nervous, so I asked for a double shot of tequila with lime. Darryl sipped on some Hennessy while I drank my tequila, and soon I was buzzing. We went to his bedroom, which was actually quite clean for a bachelor. He leaned in and kissed me. I felt his hands roam over my ass, across my thighs, and then up my back. I hugged him close, inhaling his scent and cologne. I felt the large bulge in his shorts pressing against me and I knew this man was well-hung. I grabbed his shorts on either side, pulled them down his legs, and freed that huge black cock. The thing was a monster, eight or nine inches long and incredibly thick. It was semi-erect and growing, pointing menacingly at me. I gently placed my hands around it, and it felt warm and inviting.

  I knelt down in front of my black Adonis, as if worshipping his body, and lowered my mouth onto his cock head. This was something I seldom did with my husband. A blowjob seemed like something a nice married woman wouldn’t do, but I felt so sexy and free with Darryl. I swirled my tongue around his head, and twisted my head during each movement to create a corkscrew effect in my mouth. Darryl put his hands on my head, pulling me toward him, encouraging me to take more. I could only take so much, though, so I jerk his shaft with one hand and massaged his sack with the other as I sucked his cock.

  Suddenly, Darryl growled and pulled my head firmly against him. I felt his testicles jerking as his thick black shaft twitched inside my mouth, firing rope after warm sticky rope into my mouth. I kept massaging his nut sack, licking the underside of his head as he fired his seed. I looked straight into his eyes, smiling as I licked my lips and then swallowed his gift.

  “Now lay back on the bed,” Darryl ordered. I complied, my legs spread wide for him. The black stud gave a quick couple of licks on my cunt, then he moved up on me and aimed his black monster right at my most vulnerable place. Like a burglar breaking into a home, he pushed his weapon deep inside of me. He was so much thicker than my husband, it was frankly no contest, and I felt the most amazing pleasure from him. With every thrust the black man pushed deeper, relentlessly drilling down into my cunt.

  I suddenly realized I should have asked him to use a condom. My husband Luke had a vasectomy after our second child was born, so I wasn’t using any birth control. But that flicker of concern was killed by his amazing cock. It was stimulating my g-spot, and really all parts of my pussy that had never been touched before. In less than a minute, I’d started to come.

  Darryl and I switched into the cowgirl position, and then to doggy. In every position he hit different places inside. This sex wasn’t just better than what I did with Luke, it was an entirely different experience. Darryl’s black skin against my white body was such a turn on, and that was part of the reason he could so easily give me a series of orgasms.

  In the missionary position, my black lover kissed me. Darryl was an amazing kisser, and that big cock of his filled me fully, thrusting in and out relentlessly.

  Soon Darryl grimaced, then he grunted and arched his back as he came, shooting millions of African sperm inside right to the heart of my unprotected womb.

  When I got home that night, Luke and I made love. When my husband slipped his little white penis inside, he commented that I seemed wetter than usual, and I felt a little loose. But he was so happy that I was excited for sex, and admitted afterward that it was our best sex in years. The next morning I called my doctor about taking the Pill again. Luckily, I didn’t get pregnant from that first encounter, and we’ve had many sessions since that time.

  I’d recommend a black personal trainer for every woman out there. It’s not just about getting in shape, it’s about having experiences that enrich your life. Darryl didn’t just help me lose the weight, he helped my marriage by jump starting our love life!

  TWO GUYS AT THE SAME TIME

  By Polly Andrea Busch

  Copyright 2016 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 think I’ve found somebody,” Lauren said. My wife was running her fingers up my chest as we lay in bed.

  Lauren and I were both in our mid-twenties. We’d both been raised in the Catholic Church and we’d married in the Church, too. For years we’d discussed allowing Lauren to take a lover but she’d said that there wasn’t anyone else she wanted to sleep with.

  Obviously that had changed.

  “His name is Danez,” Lauren said. “He’s been hitting on me for months but I’ve told him no. But he’s very handsome, strong and sexy, and I’d like to date him. And one of the girls in the office dated him and says that he has a big one. I’ve always wanted to date a black guy.”

  “He’s black?” I wasn’t expecting that.

  “Yes, Ryan, he’s black.” She gave me a strange look. “Isn’t that okay?”

  “Of course it is, honey. His race doesn’t matter.” My cock had already been stirring from our sexy discussion but it turned rock hard when I heard that the guy was black.

  Earlier that week, my wife had surprised Danez by accepting a date with him. After getting my blessing they went out as a couple. Soon they were going out three or four times a week while I would stay at home waiting anxiously for my wife to return home. When she’d arrive, her clothes and makeup would be messed up. I would ravish her used body, enjoying sloppy seconds after her black lover had been there. While we made love, Lauren would tell me all the dirty little details from her date with Danez while I was eating her out, which would always get me hot and hard. Lauren said that his cock was long and thick, and she really enjoyed the feeling of having such a large cock filling her. She claimed that sex with Danez was easily the best sex of her life. I was so excited to hear her tales that I wouldn’t last long, adding my own meager lo
ad to her soupy snatch. Sometimes she would just give me a blowjob or handjob while telling me about her dates, and I would squirt off all over her hands.

  But her relationship with Danez wasn’t just about sex. They were very close as a couple, and she even met his family. They told her family that she was separated from her husband and in the process of getting divorced. She had formed a close relationship with Danez’s mother and sister, and they treated her as part of their family. I found it especially erotic knowing that they weren’t just sexual partners but also full boyfriend and girlfriend.

  Then something happened that changed the whole cozy relationship. Lauren started feeling nauseated. After a couple of days of this, we started to get suspicious. She took a pregnancy test and, sure enough, a baby was on the way. I had assumed the child was mine, but Lauren wasn’t sure. She pointed out that Danez was cumming inside of her about three or four times a week, while I was cumming inside of her only one every week or two. We found out that, during the second trimester, we could do paternity testing at the same time as the amniocentesis. When the results came back, we learned that Lauren was carrying a healthy black baby boy.

  I discussed the situation with Lauren and she discussed it with Danez. We decided that Danez and I would share Lauren, that we would both be her husbands. I told my family that I’d learned that Lauren was cheating with a black guy and the baby was his, so we were divorcing. It was a pretty simple situation, actually. We filed uncontested divorce paperwork and we managed to get it approved and through the court in just a matter of months. Not long after the baby was born, Danez married her in a civil ceremony. Lauren’s family didn’t attend the wedding, of course. What my family didn’t know is that I was part of the wedding, attending in place of Lauren’s father, and I gave her away to Danez.

  Of course, I continued to be her real husband in the eyes of the Catholic Church. I’m her husband in God’s eyes and Danez is just her legal husband. Lauren refers to both of us as her “husbands.” Although my name is on the baby’s birth certificate as the father and I’m paying her child support, the baby has Danez’s last name and my family doesn’t have any contact with the boy. After giving me a baby, Lauren said, she now wanted to give Danez a child.

  Lauren moved into Danez’s one-bedroom apartment in the city, but they’re hoping to move into a bigger apartment soon to accommodate their growing family. You see, Lauren is pregnant again. Luckily, though, we know who the father is. Lauren only has bare back sex with Danez. Ever since the wedding, I’ve been having sex with my wife about once every two weeks, always with a condom. Now that she’s pregnant, I can have bare sex with her again. And there’s even better news – I won’t need to use them in the future, either. Lauren is pregnant with a girl, and she’s getting her tubes tied when the baby is born. With both a boy and a girl, we all feel that our family is complete. Now Danez and I can both ride her bareback without any worry of pregnancy.

  I think our family is a model for black and white relations. We’ve found a way to live together and to share resources in a fair and equitable way. Lauren loves having two husbands, one black and one white, to share her life with but also to share in the finances and discipline of our children. Between child support and helping them pay for their rent, it’s not easy for me but I love my new, blended family. I think it’s the family of the future!

  HER BLACK SKI INSTRUCTOR

  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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  Earlier this year, my wife and I decided to vacation for a week at a ski resort. I’m not the world’s greatest skier but I’ve skied since I was a teenager. Ava had never skied but she was eager to learn. The resort we selected is known for great ski instructors, so we decided to give it a try. We signed Ava up for one day of ski classes.

  I was all ready to hit the lifts when my wife met with her new ski instructor. I saw the guy who would be teaching her and he wasn’t what I’d been expecting. He was a tall, muscular black man covered in tattoos. He introduced himself as Ray-Ray. Though the guy was totally professional, I could tell from the way he checked out my wife that he found her attractive. And frankly, that didn’t surprise me. Ava is a very attractive woman. Although my wife doesn’t have large breasts, she has a trim and athletic body with a pretty face, and her long curly black hair reaches down to her shoulders.

  What surprised me was that Ava looked every bit as attracted to him, and she even flirted with him. In the past, she’d always claimed that she wasn’t attracted to black guys.

  I tried to focus on skiing, but the whole time I was on the lift riding up the mountain, I couldn’t help but look over at the bunny hills. I saw Ray-Ray standing behind my wife, holding her pretty white body against his while he showed her how to stand. Ava was smiling, clearly enjoying the attention of this sexy black man. When the two of them rode up the mountain, he’d stand right next to her, talking as they held onto the rope. Later during the day I saw them sitting together in the resort sipping on hot chocolate.

  When I met up with Ava for dinner, she told me she’d had a great time. I noticed, though, that she seemed dreamy and distracted. Later that night, while in bed, I learned what was going on with my wife.

  “Aiden,” she said, “would it be okay with you if I spent some time alone with Ray-Ray?”

  “You already have,” I replied.

  “No, that’s not what I mean…” She ran a hand up my chest. “I think Ray-Ray is incredibly attractive and he likes me, too. You’ve always liked those movies where the wife has sex with another guy, so I was wondering if it’d be okay with you if I spent the night with Ray-Ray.”

  I felt shocked, not expecting that from her. But we had a mature conversation about it and I agreed that she could sleep with Ray-Ray while we’re at the resort. Ava agreed that her sexy time with Ray-Ray wouldn’t result in her making love less frequently with me. And since we use condoms for birth control, I asked her to use condoms with Ray-Ray.

  She hesitated. “I actually mentioned condoms and Ray-Ray said that he never uses them. And his cock is pretty big. I’m sure your rubbers wouldn’t fit him. And he said he’s been tested and he’s clean.”

  “But you’re not on the birth control pill,” I said. “What if you got pregnant?”

  “Don’t worry,” she replied. “I will ask Ray-Ray to pull out before he finishes.”

  That night, Ava and I had some of the hottest sex of our married lives. She was wetter than I’d ever felt her before. I normally would coat the condom with lube before intercourse, but we didn’t have any need for it that night. Both of us were both fantasizing about Ava getting royally fucked by her handsome bad boy black paramour. My wife came twice before I ejaculated into the rubber.

  The next morning, when we were getting out of bed, my wife got a text from Ray-Ray. Supposedly he wanted my wife to stop by his room for mimosas before breakfast. When she told me about the message, I gathered that she was asking me if it would be okay. I told her it was fine, I would get breakfast alone and then I’d ski while she spent time with Ray-Ray.

  Ava quickly hopped into the shower, put on a sexy see-through bra and panties, threw on blue jeans and a blouse, and dashed out of the room.

  I didn’t see the Ava at all that morning. At one point I called her phone but she never responded. A little before noon, I went back to our room to chan
ge and head out for lunch. When I got there, I found a “DO NOT DISTURB” sign hanging on the door handle. Through the door, I heard Ava giggling.

  “Oh yeah, bitch, just like that,” Ray-Ray said, groaning. I distinctly heard slurping sounds. “I like that thing you do with your tongue. I bet your husband likes that.”

  “I seldom give him blowjobs,” my wife replied. Then I heard the slurping and Ray-Ray’s moaning resume.

  “All right, baby, that’s enough of that,” Ray-Ray said. “Bend your ass over on the bed.”

  I looked around to make sure nobody saw that I was eavesdropping, then I put my ear against our room door. I heard the bed squeaking and my wife moaning in pleasure.

  “That feels so fucking good, Ray-Ray. Your big cock is so fucking good.”

  “You like that better than fucking your husband?”

  “Oh, God, it feels so much better,” she said, moaning. I could hear his body slapping against her ass cheeks. “I can barely feel his little penis inside me. Your cock is just perfect, Ray-Ray. That cock really fills me up. My pussy is so fucking wet for you.”

  “I love that tight white pussy, baby. You’re so fucking tight.” He was fucking my wife faster now, and his breathing was becoming faster and harder. “I’m fucking close to shooting my nut.”

  “Do it, baby,” my wife pleaded. “Shoot your cum inside of me, Ray-Ray. I want to feel that big black cock shooting inside of me.”

  “Ummmghhh,” the black stud groaned loudly. My wife was moaning as he grunted, no doubt firing rope after rope of sperm deep inside my wife’s fertile womb. I heard him breathing loudly, and he started laughing. “Shit, bitch, I really filled your cunt up that time. Look at that come pouring out. A ton of it rolled out and it’s still dribbling down your legs.”

  “Really?” she said. “Oh dang, it’s getting all over the sheets. Would you grab a towel from the bathroom?”