MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

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  Five months ago, I had an experience that changed my life forever. My name is Carson. I’m 34 and wife Kendall is 31. For the last few years, we’d opened up our relationship by allowing Kendall to date other guys. At first she was only dating one other guy, but over a period of time she began to expand the number of lovers. Currently she has a handful of lovers, but one guy in particular, Dylan, is the main “bull” in her life.

  Kendall met Dylan when he ran into her at a fair a few towns over. After checking out the charitable items for sale, we walked down to a local restaurant to have drinks and an appetizer. I noticed a handsome, bodybuilder type guy in his mid-twenties checking her out, and he walked up and sat down at the stool next to her. Kendall quickly worked into the conversation that I was her husband, but to my surprise Dylan wasn’t deterred at all. He offered to buy her a drink, which she accepted, and they started talking. Within half an hour he’d gotten her phone number.

  From that point onward, the two of them were inseparable. Dylan would often take my wife out on dates, then bring her home to have sex with her in our marital bed. Other times she’d stay the night at his house. She confessed to me that Dylan was the best lover she’d ever had, and he’d always make her orgasm, often multiple times. She said his cock wasn’t huge, about seven and a half inches, but he was just so sexy, manly and dominant that she was on fire for him. Although I’d never watched them have sex, I’d seen them kissing and making out, and it always got me hot. But I didn’t have much time to watch them because I was watching the kids downstairs.

  We had a daughter not long we got married, and we had our son just recently. We’d always used condoms for birth control, but when we started to allow Kendall to play she went on the pill. She was nervous about it, though, as she’s not very good at remembering to take a pill every day. I assured her that she had nothing to worry about, as I would be the father if she got pregnant. Sure enough, less than six months later she was pregnant and I’d been using a condom with her every time, while her lovers were bare backing her. After the birth she was adamant that two kids were enough, though she started to waver a bit after meeting Dylan. I would bring it up in bed, mentioning how he’d make a beautiful baby, and one time while drunk she agreed.

  But the thing I really wanted to do was to see them in action. I asked her if she’d run in by Dylan and she agreed, though she told me not to get my hopes up. “I don’t think he’d want another man in the room,” she said. “I think he’s kind of homophobic.”

  “I’m not talking about anything gay,” I said. “I just want to watch and masturbate.”

  A few days later, Kendall told me that she had some good news. “You’ll want to get a baby sitter,” she said. “Your wish is going to come true.” I was over the moon, and I quickly called our most reliable sitter and asked her if she’d watch the kids at her place. Although it was an unusual request, she agreed.

  When Friday night finally arrived, I couldn’t contain my excitement. Kendall and Dylan came back from a night of bar hopping and dancing, dressed in cowboy boots, blue jeans and button-up western shirts. I heard keys at the front door and looked down the stairs. As soon as they stepped inside the house, Dylan began to kiss and fondle my wife, his big muscular arms bulging out of his shirt. They started undressing each other right there just inside the front door. His shirt was off, showcasing his large pecs and strong arms and washboard stomach, while my wife’s shirt was off and he unhooked her bra. At that point they looked up at me, and they walked hand in hand up the stairs. We all walked into the bedroom and shut the door.

  “Tonight is your turn,” Dylan said, in his deep gravelly voice. He unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, along with his underwear. His cock was a few inches longer than mine, hairy and veiny, and he ordered me to suck on it.

  I hesitated, not expecting this. “I was just going to watch.”

  “Suck my cock,” he commanded. I got down on my knees and did my best at trying to suck his cock. I covered my teeth with my lips and slithered my tongue all over his cockhead. It felt strange, warm and hard in my mouth, and I wasn’t sure if I was doing it right. I reached out and grabbed his ass cheeks, then started to bob my head on the shaft. He felt his big, strong hands grab ahold of my head and begin pulling me against him. I was proud that I’d managed to avoid gagging, and I swelled when I heard him groan in pleasure.

  “That’s enough,” he said. “Get on your feet and get naked.”

  I stripped off, wondering what was about to happen. Was he going to fuck me in the ass? I looked over at Kendall, who seemed very pleased, smiling ear to ear as she stripped off her remaining clothes.

  “Lay down on the bed,” Dylan ordered. I followed his instructions, my little four inch cock standing straight up, drooling with pre-cum. Kendall lubed my cock with olive oil, then she got on top of me and eased herself on top me of me anally. It was anal cowgirl, which we’d never done before. Then she turned herself around into the reverse cowgirl, and then she laid back on top of me. Dylan moved in between her spread legs, ran his cock up and down her slit, and got on top of her.

  It was crazy. Although Dylan’s big cock was thrusting inside of Kendall, our three bodies were pressed together. I saw my wife’s arms up around his back and I did the same with my own arms, putting them up over his shoulders and pulling him close to us. We were moving together as a machine, and Kendall was moaning like crazy as Dylan’s big, powerful body pleasured us both. I wanted to move my hips, to get some full thrusts, but I didn’t have much ability, my body pressed hard into the mattress. Dylan leaned down and kissed Kendall, and I was turned on by it all. I heard her moan in orgasm and felt her body jerking and jolting as the pleasure shot through her limbs.

  “God, I’m gonna cum,” Dylan said. He quickly got off of Kendall and moved over to the side of the bed, putting his cock into Kendall’s mouth. I grabbed her hips and managed to get a little more movement now, moving inside of her ass, while she sucked his cock and massaged his ball sack. Dylan was standing there, slowly thrusting his hips a bit, his hands at his sides.

  Suddenly, Kendall took his cock out her mouth and put it right into mine. Dylan grabbed my head and pushed his cock in deep as his cock exploded, filling my mouth with his seed. I struggled to get away but I couldn’t move, with his thick warm blasts of man yogurt sliding through my mouth and down my throat. I tried as best as I could to lick that cockhead, and then sucked on it, as if to get out every last drop.

  “Damn,” Kendall laughed. “I didn’t know he was going to cum right then!”

  We all laughed.

  “I’m glad he did.”

  That was our first threesome. After that, we had four more sessions together. Then Kendall started to feel sick. You guessed it, we found out she was pregnant. As I hadn’t had vaginal sex with her without a condom in years, we knew I wasn’t the biological father. Although she was sleeping with two other men during that time frame, one of them used condoms and she’d slept mostly with Dylan anyway. For his part, Dylan was very excited and happy to have a baby on the way. He’d impregnated four different women, including two married women, and he’d never paid a dime in child support. He had nothing to worry about from us, of course, as we were both happy to raise his beautiful babies!

  TRYING IT

  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 husband Cooper is a truly great guy. He’s smart, a good provider, and just an all around wonderful man. But he isn’t really big in the sex department, and I’d been fantasizing about sleeping with other men. Although I’d seen some of the stories he reads and knew he enjoyed the stories about watching wives with other men, he wasn’t doing anything to make it happen. So I pushed him a bit, and sometimes when having sex I’d pick a video where the guy was well-hung. Cooper’s penis is probably pretty average, just five inches when erect, and I’ve mentioned to him many times that I’d love to try it with a bigger guy.

  Sometimes the two of us will go out to clubs to dance. When I do, I like to dance with other guys and it really turns Cooper on. I wanted to see how he would react in real life to seeing his wife with another man, and judging by the bulge in his pants, he was ready for it. I would always leave the club all turned on, and my husband enjoyed that and was eager to get inside of me. When he’d do it, I’d always make a point to mention how well-equipped those men felt based on their crotches, and how I’d love to feel a big cock inside of me.

  “How’s this, Molly?” Cooper was pounding me with fast strokes, as if that might help.

  “That’s not it,” I replied.

  Cooper soon lost control and shot his little dab inside of me. As he lay beside me, half asleep, I stroked his chest with my hand.

  “Cooper, honey,” I said, letting my hand slide down toward his penis. “I have a strong desire to have sex with other men. I need to know what it’s like to feel a larger cock inside of me.”

  He seemed worried. Although he admitted the idea was arousing, he was worried that if the sex was better with other men that I’d leave him.

  “You have nothing to fear, honey,” I said. “You’re like my meat and potatoes. The other guys are like a sweet, tasty dessert. You’re not in competition.” I smiled. “You want me to do it, don’t you? You want to see that big cock pushing inside of me, fucking me, and filling me with his sperm.”

  His little thing was fully erect again, as I slowly stroked it. “Then you’ll get the chance to eat my cream pie. You’d like that, wouldn’t you honey.”

  His only response was a squeaky, “yes.”

  Once I had his approval, I was ready to start my new sexual adventure. On the weekend we went out to the club, as we normally do, but this time I let one of the guys there know that I was interested in a little more than dancing. The guy I picked was Harmen, a black guy about ten years older than me (I’m twenty-seven) who was built like a tank, a very sexy man who whispered to me that he had a ten inch cock.

  I brought Harmen over to the table and introduced him to Cooper. I could tell that my husband was intimidated by this sexy, strong black man. He was bigger and more masculine than Cooper, his physical superior in just about every possible way. I made a show of putting my hands on Harmen and kissing him right in front of Cooper. I reached over to my hubby’s crotch and felt his stiff little stub, and I felt confident that this was going to work for all of us. I asked Harmen if he’d like to join us at our house for drinks and he agreed.

  I rode back home with Harmen, who told me that he really had a thing for fucking white women. He said he’d slept with a number of married women, and often times the husbands want to watch and jerk off in the corner. A few of the wives, he said, had carried his babies. “They start off just wanting sex, but in the end they feel a strong desire to have the baby of a real man.” I assured him that it wouldn’t happen with us. I was on the pill, I explained, and we weren’t planning on starting a family any time soon.

  When we reached our house, Harmen went straight for it. He began kissing me wildly, his black hands caressing me and getting me even wetter than I already was. When we reached the bedroom, he ordered Cooper to undress me, removing my dress, then my bra and panties.

  Harmen looked at me appreciatively, then he ordered Cooper to do the same for him. He was hesitant and looked at me, so I encouraged him. “Do it, honey.” When he unzipped Harmen’s jeans and pulled them down, he was wearing a pair of blue pair of briefs with an enormous bulge. Cooper hesitated, then pulled down his briefs, unveiling a huge black erection. The thing was gigantic, every bit the ten inches that he’d promised and impossibly thick. Cooper looked frightened by it.

  “This is what a real man has in his pants,” Harmen said. “This is what women want. It’s what they’re born to want, a real man with a real cock. Don’t judge her for that. Every woman wants it. It’s natural.” Harmen stroked his shaft. “It’s beautiful, bro. You need to love it as much as she does. Say it, I love the big black cock.”

  “I love big black cock,” Cooper said.

  “I love real men. Strong, powerful, dominant men. Superior men. Say it.”

  “I love strong, superior men,” Cooper said. “Molly deserves to be fucked by a man like you, and you deserve to get to fuck her.”

  “That’s right,” Harmen said, with a big smile. He instructed me to lay down and spread my legs. My pussy was sopping wet, eager for that amazing tool.

  “Guide me in,” Harmen said, turning to Cooper. My husband took ahold of that big black cock and put the head right right at my vagina. Harmen’s huge black frame was on top of me, dwarfing me with his muscular body. He pushed himself a few inches inside of me, and I groaned in appreciation. It felt even better than I’d hoped. With each new stroke he went in deeper. Soon he was fully inside of me. My hands were up around his shoulders, loving what he was giving me.

  I saw Cooper standing to the side, naked from the waist down, whacking his little pud as he watched earnestly. The look on his face was a mixture of pleasure and pain, but I could tell from his hard dick that he was loving it. I was bouncing on the mattress as my black lover pounded me hard and fast, grimacing and grunting as he took his prize. I felt an orgasm begin and my body contracted as tingling pleasure shot through my body.

  “I’m cumming,” Harmen announced. We were going to orgasm together! I held him close to me as his cock grew even larger, and he pumped my pussy full of his sperm. I saw Cooper standing against the wall, his head thrown back, a look of ecstasy on his face as he squirted his meager juice onto the carpet.

  Harmen withdrew his huge cock and went to the bathroom. Cooper immediately jumped in, putting his face between my legs. He began slurping and sucking my used pussy. I put my hands on his head, praising his work as he licked me through a wonderful orgasm. My husband rose up triumphantly, his face shiny, covered with my black lover’s seed.

  When Harmen returned, his big black cock was semi-erect and hanging down toward his knees. I sucked him back to full hardness, then he fucked me doggy style, adding yet another load to my cunt. Afterward, Cooper resumed his place and performed cunnilingus on me yet again, bringing me to another climax.

  That night, Cooper slept in the guest room. Harmen woke me up once in the night for another round of sex, and then we fucked again in the shower in the morning. When he finally left the house, I was totally sexually exhausted. Cooper sheepishly admitted that he’d heard us having sex during the night and in the shower, and he jerked off to the sounds. I suggested that he should ask Harmen to come back and visit us again, which he did.

  Harmen now comes to our house once or twice a week to service me. I’d like more but I realize that he’s not a one-woman kind of guy. Harmen claims he’s sleeping with three other white wives at the moment, and I believe it. But I’m not a one-man woman myself, and I’m interested in bringing other well-hung men into our bedroom. I still have sex with Cooper every week or two, and he’s happy as a clam. Happy as my well-fucked clam, that is!

  BAREBACK RIDING

  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’d like to tell you about an experience I had last summer. It was a hot July weekend, so my wife Claire and I drove out to the ocean. We were at one of the most popular beaches, which I prefer because there are a lot of young women there to admire. Claire was wearing her bikini and getting a lot of attention from other guys.

  One guy in particular seemed interested in her. He was a tall, handsome black man, looked like his early 20s, with a great physique. The most interesting thing about him was the bulge in his trunks – it looks like he was packing some major equipment. Just the thought of Claire slowly pulling those trunks down and a large cock popping out had me excited.

  I mentioned the guy to Claire and she’d noticed his interest, too. “He’s really cute,” she said. We conspired to have me walk to the restroom. While I was gone, she asked him to apply her sunscreen. When I returned, I got quite the sight of seeing this big black man rubbing my wife’s legs and ass cheeks with lotion. I also noticed that there was now something huge pressing against his trunks, and I was getting hard myself just imagining those two together!

  We made some small talk, and we learned that his name was Ericson and he was renting a nearby cottage with a few of his friends. He suggested that we head over to his place for drinks and we agreed. As we walked down the beachside walkway toward his cottage, Claire couldn’t contain her excitement.

  We each had a shot at his place, then he turned on some music. Claire and Ericson danced while I watched. Soon he went in for the kiss, and it didn’t take him long to remove her bikini top. My wife’s perky breasts were revealed, and he began to suck on them with those African lips. Claire moaned, her hands on his shoulders as she enjoyed her nipples getting sucked.