MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  “Yeah, that’s right. Suck my dick, you little bitch. You like that don’t you? You like it, bitch.”

  “Mmm hmmm,” I said, looking up into his eyes, my mouth filled with his manhood. Although I said it largely for his benefit, it was actually true. I loved using my mouth to give this amazing man pleasure. My mouth was salivating, and I reached up to begin massaging his nut sack.

  “Don’t touch my balls,” he said. I don’t know if I did it wrong, maybe touching him too hard, but I complied. I moved my hands to his big, strong thighs and I began pumping my mouth on his manhood. Murphy was doing the same, pushing his cock in and out of my mouth at a fast clip.

  “That’s enough,” he said. He pushed my head away forcefully, which shocked me. “Get on the bed, boy. Bend over on the bed so I can fuck that ass of yours.”

  I got onto my feet, wiping my face, and did as he told me. My body lay against the comforter as I sensed his big black body behind me, that mighty black cock threatening to penetrate my asshole.

  “Here,” Sierra said, handing him a bottle of lube. I felt cold liquid on my asshole, and I turned to see Murphy putting lube all over his huge cock. I felt conflicted, worried about how big his cock was and whether it would hurt, but at the same time really wanting a huge, manly cock like that inside of me, not a finger-sized penis like my own. I wanted to feel that amazing stud open me up and take his pleasure with my body.

  “There,” he said, tossing the bottle back to my wife. “I’m ready for a tight, ass clenching fuck.” I felt his big strong hands grab my waist, and I knew that he was about to take my anal cherry.

  “Just relax,” Sierra said. “Inside you have your sphincter and it closes. You need to relax it, like you’re going poop. Open up and let him inside.”

  I did my best to relax. But as that big cockhead pressed against my entrance, I couldn’t help but clench.

  “Relax, boy,” Murphy said forcefully.

  I against tried to let everything go as his big head pushed its way inside of me. It felt very strange but, at the same time, I was surprised at how great it felt. It was almost like my ass was designed for this, for anal pleasure. He pushed in further and further. I focused on staying calm and I could feel him pushing in deeper and deeper, something inside of me probing inside. When I felt his balls against my legs, close to my ass cheeks, I realized I’d taken all of him.

  “Yeah,” Murphy moaned. “You took it all, bitch. You’re a greedy little whore.”

  He started by fucking me slowly, but soon he picked up the pace. My cock was rock hard, rubbing against the comforter. I wished it was against the soft sheets but this wasn’t about me, it was about pleasing Murphy. He was groaning loudly. I felt a sharp sting as he slapped my right ass cheek.

  “You like that, bitch. You like that big cock in your ass.” He smacked my left cheek hard. “Don’t you?”

  “Yes, I do,” I said. “I love your cock.”

  “Beg me,” he said. “Beg me to fuck you.”

  “Fuck me please, master,” I pleaded. “Fuck me fast and hard, sir.”

  He gripped my ass cheeks and pounded hard inside of me. It was painful and I was gritting my teeth, but I knew as a man that he was nearing his climax and he needed to do this. He needed to go full throttle until it happened. I whined a bit as the pain tore through me, eager to feel him finish. My body rocked back and forth, my little penis rubbing against the bed, my head back and tightened as I yearned for his finish.

  “Uuungh!” he pushed in deep, his fingers tearing into my ass cheeks with a death grip, as he orgasmed. I felt his cock growing even larger inside of me, and I felt it pulse as he filled me with his cream. As I was filled with his semen, I was swelling with pride knowing that I’d given him so much pleasure. I was his little fuck doll, and damn if I wasn’t good at it. The ring of my asshole was tight around the base of his cock, a mixture of pleasure and pain.

  That was the first time that I’d been with another man but it certainly wasn’t the last. Murphy fucks me regularly and, I must confess, I’ve become quite an expert cocksucker. I’ve also bottomed for a number of my wife’s lovers. I’d been worried that my ass would stay loose but it tightened up quickly and naturally, without any long-term pain or issues. I love knowing that I’m able to give a man that kind of pleasure. In a way, it kind of makes me feel powerful!

  HE’S ROUGH IN BED

  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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  Like a lot of guys, I’d always fantasized about seeing my wife sleep with another man. And like most guys, I figured it would always remain nothing but a fantasy. Although my wife Reagan doesn’t usually turn me down for sex, she isn’t really all that sexual and she seldom orgasms during love making. So I figured that the odds weren’t high that she’d do something so naughty and sexual.

  But things changed when my old friend Jaydee came back to town. We’d been friends as kids. Jaydee was good looking and very popular with the females, especially white girls. Frankly, I think a lot of them liked the idea of trying sex with a black guy. Later on when I went off to the college, he joined the Army. I hadn’t seen him in about ten years when I ran into him at the bar. I bought him a drink and we chatted for a while. Later, I invited him back to my home.

  When Reagan met Jaydee that night, I could tell that she wasn’t turned on. That might have had something to do with the fact that we were both tipsy at the time, but he was also very arrogant and bragging, and that’s never been her thing. I ran into Jaydee at the bar again a few nights later and he told me that he thought my wife was very pretty but he liked how she wasn’t falling all over him. “I like a challenge,” he said. I told him that he should meet her again when he’s sober, or at least when she’s had something to drink as well.

  The next Saturday we went to a favorite restaurant of ours. The food is decent and it’s within walking distance of our house, so we’re able to have some drinks without needing to drive. We were both sitting at the bar and having some cocktails when I got a text from Jaydee. I sneaked into the bathroom and replied, letting him know where we were. When Jaydee showed up, my wife wasn’t exactly pleased but he sat down with us and we talked while drinking more. Reagan’s tolerance isn’t all that high and I could tell that she was pretty well intoxicated at that point. The bartender signaled that she’d had enough for the night, and we decided to walk back to our house.

  Once we were home, I helped Reagan up the stairs and lay her down on our bed. Her legs were spread, revealing her white panties beneath her black skirt. Jaydee stripped down and lay down next to her and began running his hands over her. His cock was only a couple of inches longer than mine, but it was also a bit thicker. He undid her skirt and pulled off her panties. Reagan’s eyes were closed but she was reacting positively to his moves, appearing quite receptive and was kissing him back. But when she opened her eyes, she suddenly began to resist him.

  “I thought you were my husband,” she said, pushing against him.

  “I am your husband,” he replied.

  With just three thrusts, Jaydee got his big black cock up inside of her. She was playfully pushing back against him as he pounded her repeatedly with his tool. He put his hands around her throat, almost like he was choking her. Reagan just moaned in pleasure, and she rubbed her groin up against him. “Oh god, I’m cumming!” She hunched
up, her stomach muscles clenching, as she had her first orgasm from intercourse. Jaydee followed suit, quickly squirting his semen up inside my wife’s belly.

  After he pulled out, he said it was my turn. I took his place between her legs and I loved the feel of her warm, spent pussy. Jaydee had his half-erect cock at my wife’s mouth now, and she was licking his manhood while I fucked her. I didn’t last long before I added my cum, filling her completely. Jaydee was now hard again, and she gave him a wet, sloppy blowjob. It took her a good fifteen minutes to get him to cum again, and he blasted his seed down my wife’s throat. She swallowed his load, dropped her head onto the pillow and fell asleep.

  The next morning neither of us mentioned that anything had happened. I suspected that Reagan had been so drunk that she’d blacked out and didn’t remember anything that had happened. But later, when I talked about meeting Jaydee for drinks, she seemed eager to do it and I figured she wanted more of her black lover. For my part, I loved seeing him unload his sperm inside of my wife and I wanted to see a repeat performance. The next time we got together my wife had her first multiple orgasms, but that’s another story!

  SEDUCING THE WHITE WIFE

  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’m Kelvin, a 38 year old black man. Some people may look down on me for this but I’ve slept with hundreds of white women, including dozens of married women. And seven of those women had my baby. In each case, their husbands raise my babies as their own, as they should.

  It’s not that I don’t like the sisters. I’ve slept with plenty of them, too. But there’s something about sleeping with a white woman, especially a married woman that gives me that special feeling inside. It’s like you’ve made it, you know?

  Even better is when she has your baby. I can’t explain the feeling of knowing that part of you will live on. And having those white men pay for my kids and spend their time raising them is just the cherry on top.

  One woman I’ve been chasing recently is Cadence. She’s in her mid-twenties and lives in a typical suburban neighborhood, with a bunch of look-alike track homes all built too close together. She’s a manager at a distribution company and you’d think she has it all but she knows that something is missing. She did the safe thing, dating and marrying a wimpy white guy Robert that her parents would like.

  What she didn’t think about was that you only live once and we are sexual people. She needs real sex from a real man, and she’s not going to get it from Robert.

  “Robert is the most wonderful man in the world,” she told me, sipping on her Manhattan. “But he’s too nice. He’s a great dad to our son, too, but when I’m in bed I’m not looking for a nice guy.”

  I nodded, listening as I drank my old fashioned, and I explained to her that I sleep with a lot of married women and women in relationships. “Some of them just want to try out a black guy. But most of them are looking for more. When I say ‘more,’ I’m not just talking about my nine inch cock, though they like that. I mean they want a man that’s exciting and risky. They want to feel alive, and you need a man who is alive to feel that way.”

  As she listened, I could tell that she was considering it. “I wouldn’t want to do that my husband.”

  I shrugged. “Enjoying a little romp isn’t something you do to somebody else. It’s something you do for yourself. Wanting good sex is just natural, and one guy can’t give you everything. Just like you can’t get everything from one of your girlfriends, right? Each one adds something different.”

  We kept talking. The more we did, the closer I was getting to getting inside of her panties.

  The great thing about my lifestyle is that I don’t have any responsibilities. I rent a room in a small house with a friend. The rent is cheap and that allows me to afford a luxury car and expensive clothes. I don’t have a girlfriend or children, so I spend a couple hours every day at the gym. I keep myself in great shape and focus my time on meeting and seducing women. I never let them see my crib, though. I’m playing a fantasy and I like to keep it that way. Women like Cadence see this exciting single guy living a fun life and they want a taste of that. Just a taste.

  “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Cadence said. We were in her bedroom alone. She’d just finished working at a convention and she was able to sneak away from a long lunch break before returning to the office. “But you’re just so sexy.” She was on the bed, on her knees wearing nothing but a white undershirt and white panties. I was wearing just my jeans and I walked up, and we slowly kissed.

  “You’re such a beautiful woman,” I said. Her body was undulating against mine as I lay her down. We slowly kissed and groped, then she lifted her hips as I slipped off those white panties and tossed them to the floor. I began licking her wet, swollen cunt and she was gripping the sheets, her face flush as she gently moaned. My tongue flicked over her love button and she groaned in delight.

  I stopped quickly, and she got on her hands and knees and unzipped my jeans. Pulling them down, she smiled joyfully as my cock popped out. “It’s so big,” she said. She put her hands on my shaft and I leaned back as she began sucking me. Her technique wasn’t great but I figured, like most married women, she gave up on blowjobs shortly after her wedding. She was out of practice if she’d ever known how to do it right. But that was fine, I just enjoyed it for a moment, then I removed her shirt and pressed her down on the bed.

  When I put my cockhead up against her slit, I waited for a moment, savoring the pleasure of feeling her warm, wet quim. Then I pushed myself inside, slowly inch by inch.

  “I’m so wet for you,” she said. “I need lube with Robert but I’m so hot right now.”

  I kissed her, my body on top of hers as I went inside deeper and deeper. She moaned, her hands caressing my body as I slowly plumbed her pussy. After a while, we rolled over into woman on top, and I loved laying beneath her as she rode me.

  “Your cock is so good,” she whispered huskily, her head just inches above mine, her long hair down around my face. “It feels incredible inside of me. You’re hitting all the right places.” As she rode me, her ass cheeks were rubbing against my ball sack on the down stroke, and I was loving it. Finally I couldn’t take any more. I starting thrusting upward against her, my hands on her ass cheeks, and soon I felt my cock explode. I was pressed deep inside of her, holding her ass against me.

  “Oh fuck,” she said, her face turning pale. “You were supposed to pull out.”

  “You never said that.”

  “I’m not on the pill,” she said. She lifted herself up and looked between her legs. My softening cock slipped out and my semen was dripping out of her. “Shit!”

  I chuckled. “I didn’t know. With you on top, I couldn’t have pulled out anyway.”

  She got up and ran into the bathroom. I saw her looking at her cunt, then she jumped inside of the shower. While she was in there, I got up and got dressed, then knocked on the shower door.

  “I’ll see you later, okay?”

  She didn’t respond for a moment, then she said, “yeah.” I hesitated, then walked out of her house.

  I didn’t hear from Cadence for a month. When I heard from her, she’d had her period but she told me that she’d been scared to death. She decided that she needed to sit down with Robert and have a conversation about their relationship. Although she loved him,
she needed the chance to enjoy other men and other relationships. They decided that she could have lovers but she’d keep him in the know about who, what and when. Now we could date without having to worry about her fucking up her marriage, she said.

  It’s been three months. Although she uses condoms with Robert, we’re still having bareback sex. She asks me to pull out and usually I do, though sometimes I don’t when it’s the safer part of her cycle, and sometimes even when she’s fertile. We both know that she could get pregnant but we both love the risk sex. Robert understands that pregnancy is a possibility and Cadence would never get an abortion, but he promised her that he will accept and raise any children that might happen.

  I love the risk sex, too. I look forward to the day that Cadence gives birth to my child. Until then, I’m enjoying giving her the sexual experience that she craves and that Robert can’t provide. The way I look at it, Robert and I are two parts to the whole. Neither one can give her everything she needs. But between the two of us, we’re the perfect man for her!

  WITH A SIDE OF CHOCOLATE

  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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  My name is Chase. I’m 34 years old and married to my wife Gracie who is 28. We’ve been married for eight years and we’ve managed to stay in great shape. Our love life has been active, usually having sex about four times a week. I have a decent-sized penis, about seven inches long and thick as a kielbasa, and I work out regularly at the gym. Gracie gets a lot of attention from men, whether she’s wearing a bikini, dress clothes or sweatpants. She has firm c-cup breasts, with a slim waist and well-toned legs. Like a lot of men, I’ve fantasized about my wife having sex with another man. I’m writing to share with you an unusual experience that happened to us and I’m hoping that it will inspire some of you to have similar encounters of your own.