MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  “Can you believe that?” Bella ran a hand up my inner thigh. “Some husbands give their wives the chance to sleep with a handsome Caribbean guy on vacation?”

  Sipping my drink, I felt my penis pressing hard against my shorts. My wife’s hand was on top of it, feeling my attraction.

  “Does that idea turn you on?” Bella asked. “You like the idea of sleeping with Jorell?”

  “That sounds very hot,” I said. “But you’re not on birth control.” After the birth of our first child, Bella stopped taking the Pill. We’d been using rubbers while deciding whether and when to have another baby.

  “He would have to use a rubber, of course.” Bella started to play with my penis through my shorts. “So you’d be okay with it as long he used protection?”

  I told her I agreed. I learned that Jorell had invited my wife to his room that night, and she told him that she’d need to get permission. While I had dinner and listened to live music on the beach, my wife would have some sexy time with Jorell. Bella promised to come out to the beach and join me after they were done.

  Out on the beach, I ate some appetizers, the whole time thinking about my pretty white wife getting banged hard by her black lover. My little penis was rock hard and I had hold it against my using my waistband to prevent everyone else from noticing it. Eventually I headed back to our room to jerk off. We had a suite, so we were sharing a bathroom with the room next to us. I locked both doors, opened up a bottle of complimentary conditioner, and stroked my five inches of hard steel. I pictured Bella getting plowed by her black lover the whole time.

  I was approaching my climax when I heard voices in the hallway. I heard the metal lock on our room door turn, and then I heard people walking in.

  Quickly, I checked both door handles to make sure they were locked, then I turned off the light and stood motionless, holding my breath. The crack at the bottom of the door was more than an inch high, and I saw the shadows from their feet.

  “See, he’s not in here.” It was my wife’s voice. “Connor is out having dinner on the beach.”

  “That’s good,” Jorell said. “We put out the sign on the door, okay?”

  “The ‘do not disturb’ sign? Yes, let me get it.” A moment later, I heard the door open and close again, with the click from the loud locking mechanism. “All right, we’re all alone now!”

  I heard them kissing through the bathroom door. “Mmmm,” my wife moaned. “Your shoulders are so broad. Your body is just so muscular.”

  “You are beautiful,” Jorell replied. I heard more kissing, followed by the sound of a zipper dropping.

  “Oh my god!” my wife gasped, then she giggled. “It’s even bigger than I’d hoped! Damn, it’s twice as long as my husband’s little peashooter!”

  “It’s the black man’s cock,” Jorell replied.

  “Damn, I can barely fit my hand around it, it’s so thick! I don’t know if I can take all of this.” Then I heard sucking sounds and the black stud groaned softly. Bella giggled. “Even your balls are huge. God damn, you’re so sexy!”

  I felt incredibly aroused at the sounds I heard, and my little penis had never been so hard. Suddenly I remembered the full-length mirror on the back of the room door. I figured that if I could open the bathroom door just a crack, I could get a view of the action in the mirror. But I was scared I’d get caught, so I just listened and slowly stroked my penis.

  “Here’s a rubber,” my wife said. “I use them with my husband. You can use it if you want.”

  He laughed. “The cock is too big for that little rubber.”

  “I guess we’re going bareback, then,” my wife replied.

  “I will lick the pussy first,” Jorell said.

  “You don’t need to when you have a cock like that,” Bella said. “I’m so wet for you, baby. I need to feel that big fucking cock inside of me.”

  I heard movement, and then the springs of the bed squeaking a bit. I heard my wife moaning. “Oh, fuck, Jorell. Oh, fuck! God damn does it feel good.”

  The bed began to squeak in a rhythm, and I figured they were having intercourse. At that point I figured it was worth the risk. I quietly unlocked the door and opened it just a crack. In the mirror, I saw Jorell’s powerful black frame on top of my wife’s delicate white body, her legs wrapped up in the air as he hammered her relentlessly with his cock. His big pair of black balls was hanging below. I watched for a moment, then ducked back inside the bathroom and resumed jerking off.

  “Your cock feels so fucking good,” my wife cooed. “So much better than my hubby’s little thing. Your cock is amazing. I feel so full with you inside. It’s hitting all the right spots, stimulating my whole fucking pussy.” Bella started moaning loudly and announced she was coming. When she did, I lost control. I was masturbating furiously as a fountain of spunklet drops dribbled out of my penis.

  “Here I come, bitch,” Jorell said, his breath heavy and halting. He groaned loudly and grunted over and over. I heard the two of them moaning and kissing.

  “Baby, that was easily the best sex I’ve ever experienced,” my wife said in a sexy voice. “I came four times just from intercourse, and we came at the same time once. You’re such an amazing lover.” I peeked into the mirror again and caught a glimpse of them right as his thick black cock slipped out of her box. As it did, gobs of white semen slithered out of her pussy and drooled down onto the bed sheets.

  I quietly closed and locked the bathroom door, then I turned out the lights. A few seconds later, I heard footsteps coming toward the bathroom. Somebody tried the door but it was locked.

  “Our suitemates must have forgotten and left the door locked.” It was my wife speaking from the bed, so Jorell was at the door. “It’s okay,” she said, “use the towel over there.”

  I was scared that I might be locked in the bathroom for a while, but after a few minutes they decided to get dressed and return to Jorell’s room. After they left, I waited a few minutes then went back to the beach. About an hour later, my wife showed up in a bikini with a well-fucked look on her face, and she sat next to me.

  “How was your time with Jorell?” I asked.

  She smiled. “It was great!” She kissed me on my cheek as I took her hand. “It was so fun just to be with somebody different, but sex is still the best with you, honey.”

  I kissed Bella wildly, then said, “I know it, baby.”

  INTERRACIAL LOVE ON A CRUISE SHIP

  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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  My wife Kaylee and I were going on a four-day cruise from Tampa to Cozumel. We went with some friends of ours, Riley and Joe. Both couples had family members watching the kids, so we thought it would be a fun time to get some alone time, just the adults. We made sure to reserve adjoining rooms, too, ones up on the balcony with an ocean view.

  But we weren’t just looking forward to the cruise. Joe and I were also looking forward to getting alone time with our wives. My wife Kaylee is a beautiful blonde with shoulder-length hair, and she still has a great figure at twenty-six. Riley is thirty with shorter brown hair, and while she isn’t very buxom she’s still thin and attractive.

  “Hey, Nick,” Joe said to me. “Riley was talking with Kaylee and they have an idea. Instead of us sharing the rooms as couples, how about the guys take a room and the girls take a room?”

  “I du
nno,” I replied. “Why would we want to do that?”

  “Here’s what they’re suggesting. We agree that everybody is single for the duration of the cruise. They’re just two girls together on a cruise, and we’re just two guys. If we want to meet somebody and bring them back to the room, it’s fair game. Personally, I think it’s a great idea. I’d like to get some strange. Are you up for that?”

  At first I wasn’t sure what to say. I didn’t want Kaylee possibly sleeping with another guy, but I loved the idea of getting the chance to pick up women on the cruise. The ship was loaded with people and some of the women were quite pretty. And since Joe approved of the idea, I agreed. We put our baggage together in the same room and then went about the ship.

  At first, Joe and I hung around the ship just talking, drinking, and having a great time. Later on, we went for dinner. I noticed the girls sitting at a table with a couple of guys. The man sitting across from Riley was white, and the guy across from Kaylee was black. Both of the men were tall guys with broad shoulders with strong physiques. They were clearly flirting, so it was obvious that our wives had no trouble meeting guys.

  “Good for them, the little sluts,” Joe said. He said we’d try our luck at the bar later that night.

  As it turned out, we didn’t have much luck with the women at the bar. I guess we were a little rusty after being married for so many years. Plus, one of the rules was that we couldn’t take off our wedding rings. Although we told the women that our wives had an “understanding,” I don’t think they believed us.

  We headed back to our room around eleven. “Hey, look,” Joe said. Up ahead, under the moonlight, Kaylee was leaning back against the door of the girls’ room. Her black paramour was leaning over her, his powerful black frame dwarfing her tiny white body. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she had her hands around his waist as she looked into his eyes. Finally, my wife took him by the hand and they walked inside the room.

  “I’ll bet you Riley is in the other guy’s room,” Joe said. “Both of our wives are getting laid tonight.”

  “Yeah,” I replied. We opened the door to our room, dejected. Once inside, I was surprised we could hear the conversation in the girls’ room through the air duct.

  “Oh my, Durell!” my wife said. “Your cock is so big! How long is it?”

  “It’s ten-and-a-half inches in length, but I’ve never measured the girth.”

  “Damn, it’s so long and thick, much bigger than my husband’s penis. I don’t think I could take all of that in my mouth.”

  Joe’s eyes widened, and he smiled as we listened in.

  We heard sucking and slurping sounds, as well as Durell’s groans of pleasure. My wife is an excellent cocksucker, and I knew he was getting a real treat. We heard some movement a few minutes later, and then my wife moaned. “Oh yes, tight there,” she said. “A little to the left.” I figured he was eating her pussy.

  “All right, baby. It’s time for some black cock in that little white pussy.”

  “I’m so wet for you, Durell,” my wife cooed. “I’ve always wanted to feel a real man’s cock inside me.”

  I heard her moan as he inserted his black monster inside of my wife’s tight box. Joe excused himself to the bathroom to jerk off.

  “Damn, bitch, you fuckin’ tight! You’re fucking wet but so tight!”

  “You’re so big, baby! I’ve never felt anything like this before!”

  As they fucked, my wife kept praising his cock and how great a lover he was. Four times she cried out in orgasm, the last one simultaneously with Durell. When their little show was over, I went to the bathroom and masturbated. I was so hot that my penis squirted juice all the way across the sink.

  Over the next four days, that black stud Durell was fucking my bride all day and night. As Joe suspected, it turned out that Riley was getting well-fucked by her white lover, too. Riley mentioned to him that Kaylee had told her that sex with Durell was easily the best sex of her life, so much better than what she has with me. Joe and I didn’t get much luckier on the cruise, but on the last night Joe did manage to bed a drunk, very fat woman. The worst part about that was that he locked the door of our room, so I was locked out of my room all night!

  THE BLACK BILLIONAIRE

  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 Morgan. I want to tell you a story about when my husband Nick and I spent a long weekend on Ketteler Island, which is a remote island in South Carolina. We’d taken the ferry to the island on Thursday and we were staying at the inn on the south side of the island. This was our first vacation without our two kids, and we were hoping to spend the vacation working on a third. I’d charted my cycle and I knew I would ovulate that Saturday night.

  The two of us were expecting to spend a lot of time outdoors, but soon after we arrived at the island, a deep fog settled over us. We were staying at a beautiful inn, though, so we weren’t too unhappy about spending time indoors reading and relaxing.

  That night, while we were having dinner at the inn, I noticed two men at a table in the far corner staring at me. I’m a 2-year-old blonde haired, blue eyed woman, and I’ve been known to turn heads. Although I’ve gained ten or twenty pounds after the birth of our children, I believe it went to all the right places and I have a nice, womanly figure. It’s not unusual for me to turn heads and attract attention. Still, I thought it was unusual that those men were talking and looking in our direction.

  After we paid for our dinner, the two men came over to our table. The first man introduced himself as Orville and his friend as Sully.

  “Ma’am, are you familiar with Mr. Latrell Blackstone?” Orville asked.

  “Of course we’ve heard of him,” my husband said. “He’s that millionaire from the music industry who lives around here.” I nodded in agreement.

  “Billionaire,” Orville corrected. “Mr. Blackstone actually owns this island, and this small section is the only part of the island that is open to the public. He has a mansion on the far side.” He coughed, hesitated for a moment, and then continued. “The fog has caused us a number of problems. Mr. Blackstone has a private airport on the island but the fog makes it too dangerous to fly. Even the ferry is closed and it appears to be closed for days.” He leaned in, whispering. “To tell you the truth, I had arranged for some female companionship for Mr. Blackstone, but now he may be alone for the entire weekend. He’s quite unhappy.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that,” my husband said.

  “Mr. Blackstone has a strong preference for white women,” he said, looking in my direction. His friend behind him just nodded. “He loves blonde haired, blue eyed young ladies, such as you. The women who were going to spend time with him would have been paid $20,000 each. But given the dire situation, I’m sure Mr. Blackstone would be willing to pay $50,000.”

  Nick was offended. “Wait a second, are you suggesting that my wife--?”

  “Just a second, honey,” I said. “Surely if Mr. Blackstone can afford to pay $50,000, he can do $200,000. I mean, the man is a billionaire after all.”

  Orville grimaced. “You are a hard bargainer. Let me call and see.” He stepped away with his friend, turning his back to us as he made a call on his phone. While he did, Nick leaned across the table.

  “Are you crazy?” he said. “You’d spend the night with this black guy
?”

  “He’s not just a black guy. He’s a famous, sexy billionaire. I’ve seen his pictures, honey. He works out and he’s totally hot for an older guy. And for $200,000? Seriously, can you think what we could do with that kind of money?”

  Nick looked unhappy. “I know, honey, but…”

  “You don’t think we should do this, even for $200,000? You would turn down $200,000?”

  Nick was conflicted, but ultimately he said, “I guess we shouldn’t refuse that kind of money.”

  Orville turned around and stepped up to us. When he reached our table, he began to smile. “I have spoken to Mr. Blackstone and he agrees to $200,000. Is that a deal?”

  “Yes,” I said, smiling. Nick look conflicted again. “Right, honey?” Nick looked down towards his feet and nodded.

  “Please get your things,” Orville said. “You’ll be spending the weekend in Mr. Blackstone’s mansion on the other side of the island.”

  “The weekend?” Nick asked. “I thought it was just for the night?”

  Orville smiled wickedly. “Don’t be silly. Your wife will return on Sunday evening.”

  Nick and I put my bags into Orville’s van, then I kissed my husband goodbye and hopped inside. We drove us through a security gate and drove to the far side of the island. Although I couldn’t see much through the fog, when we pulled up next to the mansion I could see that the place was enormous and breathtaking. The two men took me to a bedroom where I was able to put my things away.

  “Did you bring any lingerie?” Orville asked.

  I felt a little weird talking about that, but I replied, “Yes. I brought a sexy little babydoll and panties.”

  “Why don’t you put that on? Mr. Blackstone is in his bedroom and he’s waiting for you.”

  For some reason, I thought I would have been romanced a bit more. I don’t know, maybe dinner first – at least something! But I quickly changed into my lingerie and Orville walked me down the long stone hallway to the mansion’s master bedroom.

  “Come in,” I heard a deep black voice say.

  I opened the door. Standing before me, holding two glasses of champagne, was the famous Latrell Blackstone. He was shaved bald. His beard was gray on the bottom but complemented by a darker, salt and pepper mustache. He wore nothing but a pair of tiny blue underwear with a large bulge up front, obviously containing a giant cock. It was clear that Mr. Blackstone worked out a lot because his body looked amazing for a man in his late fifties.