MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  In order to help pay the bills, my wife recently started dancing at a strip club downtown. She’s always had a thing for black guys and this particular club is run by black men and has a primarily black clientele. Sometimes I like to go in and watch her dance, with all the black gentlemen watching her as they sip on their drinks, sticking dollars inside of my wife’s g-string. Her particular act is to pretend to be a nerd, with her hair in ponytails and wearing glasses. I love to watch her swaying on the pole, as well as going to private tables to dance for the men.

  When I see Gracie giving a lap dance to one of these men, I do feel a little pang of jealousy. But honestly, my penis turns rock hard as I watch them lusting after my white wife. Some of the men put their hands on her, which I’d thought was against the rules. And if the guys give her a large enough tip, they go back to the VIP room and she gives them a blowjob. She’s raved about how large their cocks are, and how she’s had to adjust her technique to accommodate their large tools. She claims that she’s never slept with the customers, though.

  One night, I stopped by when they were having a “private party.” That meant that the place was closed to the public, and they could continue to consume alcohol even after last call. I walked up to the club entrance and they recognized me and let me inside. When I walked inside, I was shocked at what I saw. Rap music was playing over the loud speakers. Gracie was laying down on a table, wearing nothing but her g-string, and there was chocolate syrup being poured onto her belly and breasts. I sat back in a chair near the bar, watching the show from about ten feet away.

  “Yeah, that’s right, baby,” one of the men said. There were six black men sitting around the table.

  One of the guys stood up and he began to lick the chocolate off of her breasts. I could see her chest heaving, and the guy stopped for a moment to suck on her nipples. They were hard and pointy, and she was clearly excited by this. One after another, these young gang-banger looking men licked my wife’s belly and breasts.

  After that was over, she stood up on the table and began to dance for the guys. Her body was undulating, her bare breasts large and firm, and her nipples pointy and erect as she danced for them. I noticed a few of the guys had their cocks out and were jerking off, something you’d never see during regular hours. At one point she must have realized that one of the guys was nearing his climax because she lay down in front of him, squishing her breasts together and sticking out her tongue. The guy climaxed, shooting his load onto her tongue and between her breasts. The guys were loving it.

  What really surprised me was what happened next. Gracie got up and left the room, which I presumed was to clean herself off. When she returned she was completely naked and carrying a thick blanket. She lay the blanket down on the floor, got down on her back and spread her legs. One by one, the guys fucked her in the missionary position. They didn’t even bother to remove their jeans, just pulling them down. One after another they stuck their large black cocks inside of her. Gracie was moaning deeply and praising their large cocks. “Fuck me with that big black cock!” Each guy only lasted about five minutes before filling my wife with his semen. Gracie was clearly loving it, playing with her breasts and tweaking her nipples. Twice she announced that she was about to cum, and I saw her stomach contracting as she climaxed.

  The last guy was very tall and thin, and he had a cock that had to be nearly a foot long. When he finished, he didn’t cum inside of Gracie. Instead he pulled out and blasted his sperm all over her belly. His head was craned back, a look of ecstasy on his face as he jerked his shaft, splashing her stomach and tits with his baby batter. Gracie’s pussy was already overflowing with semen, and a pool of white sperm was on the blanket between her ass cheeks, having flown freely out of her cunt and down her ass.

  When it was all over, Gracie went to the back room with the blanket. The black guys went over to the guy behind the bar and gave him some cash, presumably a tip. When Gracie came back out, she was fully dressed and a big smile on her face.

  “Did you like the show, honey?” she asked.

  “I didn’t think you knew I was here,” I said.

  “I saw you walk in. Did you like the show?”

  I told her I loved it.

  “Great,” she said. “I made five hundred dollars. I’m going to start doing this every weekend!”

  My cock was straining against my jeans. When we got home, I immediately went down on Gracie, my tongue sticking in deep to clean out any stray semen from her black lovers. Then I stuck my penis inside of her loose pussy and in minutes shot my own load. Then we cuddled and went to sleep. It was the hottest sex of my life!

  DOUBLE BLACKED

  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 was surprised when my wife Faith agreed to fulfill my fantasy. Honestly, I’d always thought of her as a little prudish, a virtuous young wife and mother. But when I bought a Slingbox and started streaming adult movies onto our bedroom TV to spice things up, I noticed that she was very interested in the scenes where the wife has sex with more than one guy at a time. She especially liked the ones where the girl is getting double stuff, riding one guy in her pussy while a second guy is behind her fucking her ass in a sandwich. She’d be watching the screen intently while I fucked her, and she would orgasm pretty hard to those scenes. I finally got the courage to ask her if she’d be interested in doing that in real life.

  “It sounds interesting, Wyatt,” she said. “Is that something you’d like to see?”

  “Is it something you want to do?”

  “I asked you first,” she said. “Do you want to see me have sex with two guys at once?”

  I kind of hemmed and hawed, then finally admitted that my real fantasy was seeing her with a black guy. “But I wouldn’t mind seeing you fuck two black guys at once.”

  Faith was rather shocked at my request, but she admitted that she’d always been attracted to black men. “I just can’t imagine having sex with other men in front of you. I don’t know.”

  I assured her that everything would be fine, and that it’s something I really wanted to have the chance to see. We decided that we’d arrange for her parents to watch the kids while she played with the other men. We set her up with an account using on online match service for married women looking to play.

  We found a handsome black man named Isaiah who had a thing for married white women, and not only did Faith find him attractive, she was intrigued by his large prick. The thing was large flaccid than mine is erect! I was afraid to bring up the possibility of a threesome, but he said he had a friend who he sometimes has threesomes with. After buying her some sexy lingerie, we were on our way. That Friday night, everything went down. The kids were sent off to Faith’s parents house and she was dressed up in a short skirt, sexy stockings and high heels.

  The doorbell rang and I felt my stomach turn. It was about to go down. It was Isaiah and his friend Kamar. I was struck by how tall and muscular these guys were, and I felt a little intimidated. When Faith walked up, they whistled at her. We poured some drinks and talked. Isaiah informed us that he was a “maintenance man” for a lot of married women who needed some help taking care of the plumbing. Faith said that she was so turned on by how handsome they were, and she’d always wanted to sleep with a black man.

  Isaiah leaned in and began kissing Faith passionately, hi
s big tongue slipping deep inside of her mouth. My penis got incredibly hard, four inches of steel pressing hard against my pants. Soon Kamar joined in, and they moved into the living room. Both guys started undressing and my wife followed suit, down to just her panties and bra. Faith’s eyes widened when she’s saw Kamar’s cock. While Isaiah was easily eight inches of dark chocolate, his friend’s spear had to be at least ten or twelve inches long and it was thick as coke bottle. I felt a pang of envy at the lustful look she gave. She knelt between them, a hand on each cock and sucking the heads of each, pulling and licking them to full staff.

  Isaiah pulled Faith to her feet, pulled down her panties. Then he pushed her down onto the couch and nuzzled the head of his big cock up against her tight wet entrance, lubricating it in anticipation of penetrating her quim.

  “You need a condom,” Faith said. “I’m not on the pill.”

  “Shit, I don’t have any. I usually fuck bareback.” Isaiah looked at me. “Do you have any Magnums?”

  “No, just snug fits,” I said sheepishly. “I’m a little on the small side.”

  “It’s okay,” Faith said, looking at both men. “Just pull out before you cum.”

  I felt worried about the lack of birth control, but Isaiah pushed forward and slid his mighty cock inside of my wife.

  “Oh god,” Faith said. “It’s so big. It feels so good. Fuck me, baby. Put it deep inside my white cunt.”

  Soon Faith was cumming like I’d never seen her before. Normally she’s quiet in bed, but now she was moaning and groaning like a whore, her black stud’s cock fully embedded inside of her fertile white womanhood. Her stocking-covered legs were up around his body, her heels flopping, her legs moving a bit with each of his thrusts. She moaned and turned her head, taking Kamar’s enormous dick into her mouth. After a bit, she took his cock out and spoke.

  “God Wyatt, it feels so good. I love having this big, strong black man on top of me, and his cock is so much bigger than yours.”

  I was stroking my little penis, loving the show. I could tell she was talking for my benefit, which I appreciated.

  “That’s right, baby. Fuck me with that big black cock. You’re so much better than my husband. I feel like I’m finally being fucked, getting really fucked for the first time.” He began fucking her faster, and my wife locked her ankles around his back, holding him in place as he ejaculated. Isaiah grunted loudly as he filled my wife’s womb with his sperm. I felt incredibly worried that she might get pregnant, yet my little penis was so excited that it squirted off, my juice spraying onto the carpet.

  They got up off the couch and Kamar lay down on the rug. That huge black cock was standing tall, and I wondered if Faith’s little pussy could take all that. But she grabbed his cock head and slowly lowered herself onto him, inching his manhood inside of her. “God damn you’re big,” she swore, taking a bit more with each thrust.

  Faith turned around to me. “Get him ready,” she said. Isaiah was only semi-erect and I knew what she wanted. I went over to him, knelt down before him, and took his black cock into my mouth. It was coated with the combined juices of my wife’s pussy and his semen, and although the taste was unusual it wasn’t so bad. I sucked and licked him to fullness and then he pushed me away, and he walked up behind my wife’s cute butt. He slowly pushed himself inside of her, with Kamar’s giant phallus filling her cunt, and now Faith was in heaven. “Oh God, Wyatt! Oh my God, this is so incredible!” The two men were slowly thrusting, both of her holes filled with giant black cock. She was squirming in pleasure, and she announced two orgasms before Kamar shot his load inside of her, followed by Isaiah’s second load in her ass.

  That was just the beginning of the weekend. The three of them had sex for two straight days, leaving Faith totally exhausted sexually. It changed our life because Faith really opened up sexually, and now she sleeps with a lot of different men, mostly strangers. Also, a couple of months later her period was late. When we took the test, we found out that she was pregnant, and the next spring she gave birth to a beautiful black baby boy. I guess my fantasy changed our life in more ways than one!

  MY ELF WIFE HAS HALF-HUMAN BABIES

  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 L’Airdewayne Drezdain, a high elf living in the Great Forest. My wife Shandevaer comes from nobility, the great granddaughter of one of the Royal Knights. Although we are both hundreds of years old, we are young in human years, appearing to be in our mid-twenties.

  Although I am called the father of four children – two sons and two daughters – I have some suspicions. All of my children appear to be half-elven. They are far taller than pure elves and they grow older much more quickly. But my wife insists that they are my children, and that they are fully elven.

  I’d always noticed that the elf women are very attracted to the human men. Their men are taller, stronger, more violent and quick tempered, and (if rumors are true) far more well-endowed than the typical elf’s three inch penis. If you believe the twittering, they say that humans are twice as big on average. Yet how would these pure and virtuous elf women even know?

  My suspicions began before our first child was born. A band of humans had arrived in our forest for a meeting with Gon’Alder the Great Sage. There was quite a stir, with the younger women clearly smitten by the humans, in particular a warrior named Grold. He was a swarthy skinned man, roughly 6’3 and a man of pure muscle wearing plate mail armor, a shield and brandishing a great sword. The older women tried to keep him away from their daughters, and soon I learned that the villagers had asked us to let him stay in our tree house on the outskirts of the village. I agreed and although his body was too large for our beds, we laid down blankets in the spare room for him to lay upon.

  During the night, I noticed that Shandevaer was not laying beside me. I rose in the darkness, threw on my robe, and walked down to the guest room. The door was closed but I opened it just a crack. Being an elf, I could see clearly despite the darkness. My wife was standing in front of the burly human, his knees bent just a little and her mouth at just the right height, and she was performing oral sex on him. I was surprised at the size of the man’s equipment. It was easily three times the length of mine and impossibly thick, like that of an animal. Her tiny little hands caressed his testicles and she looked into his eyes as her elven tongue flicked over his monster. I felt humiliated and yet highly aroused.

  Next the two of them kissed, with a trail of her saliva attaching her mouth to his manhood. Then he lay down on the bed and she got on top of him. Slowly, she lowered her tiny elven vagina down around his penis. “The gods in heaven!” she moaned. “It is huge!”

  “Does it hurt?” he asked.

  “No, it is heavenly,” my wife replied. Inch by inch, she took more and more of him. She never quite took the whole thing but she had most of it inside of her, slowly sliding up and down as she leaned forward. “This feels unbelievable. Now I understand why the elven women desire you so. You aren’t just bigger, stronger and more confident than the elven men. You are built to please a woman physically as well!”

  It didn’t take long before she began groaning, erupting in a powerful orgasm, then another. Finally he rolled her over onto her back and began pounding her with that huge thing. In a matter of minutes, he flooded her with his sperm.

  I never ment
ioned anything to my wife, though I noticed that her vagina was quite loose after that midnight encounter with the human. Although it is notoriously difficult for elven men to conceive, the human men are far more fertile, and I wasn’t surprised when Shandevaer informed me the next year that she was pregnant with a child. When the baby was born, it was huge by elven standards.

  Since that time, Shandevaer always seems to disappear whenever human men arrive at our village. There are quite a few half-elven babies in our village, though the women deny it. They claim that there’s something strange in our village, perhaps magic that causes many of our children to grow taller, faster and stronger. But between their blushes and giggles, we know the truth.

  FORCED BISEXUAL BY HER BULL

  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.