MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  Ever the helpful husband, I pulled down her bikini bottom, exposing her cute pussy and landing strip.

  “Your turn,” Claire said playfully. She dropped to her knees and pulled down his trunks. His cock was incredible, around a foot long and quite thick, too. My wife took it in her hands and began to slowly tug on his shaft, and sucking on his big purple head. My testicles were hurting a little, my penis in need of attention, so I dropped my own trunks and began to stroke it as I watched them.

  Claire paused. “Do you have any condoms?”

  Claire was looking up at him, her back to me, so I shook my head no. Ericson saw my gesture.

  “No,” Ericson said. “I’m fresh out.”

  “That’s okay,” I said. “She’s on the pill.”

  Ericson put her down on the grungy couch, got in between her creamy white thighs, and invaded her tight white pussy with his black monster. He slipped in easily, she was so wet for him, and soon he was fucking her fast and furiously. He kept his body close to hers, kissing and looking her in the eyes. Ericson only lasted about five minutes before he reached his peak. He groaned and swore, pushing in deep as he blasted my wife with his sperm.

  He removed his cock from her, releasing a gusher of semen that drooled out of her pussy and rolled down her inner thighs.

  Claire hadn’t gotten her satisfaction, though. She pulled him back to her and they kissed, her hands all over his body. She also tugged on his cock, and soon he was fully erect again. This time she bent over the couch and her young lover fucked her doggy style. I was standing in front of her, watching her breasts swaying with each thrust, her eyes rolling in pleasure, her face flush with sexuality. He was holding onto her hips, and I could see her ass cheeks moving with each thrust. Her hand was beneath her, rubbing her clit, and soon she had a loud, powerful orgasm. I was so turned on that I beat my little penis furiously, my boy juice squirting onto the linoleum floor. Ericson soon joined us, holding her hips firmly as he penetrated her balls deep, blasting my wife’s cunt with more of his black baby batter. When she rose up from the couch, her pussy was swollen, gaping and red with overuse.

  We thanked him for the drinks and the great time, but we had to go. We never saw Ericson again. But it’s been a source of fantasy and reminiscence ever since. Sometimes we like to talk about encountering him again at the beach but this time with his friends, too. Claire said she really enjoyed feeling such a large cock inside of her and she’s willing to try it again. I’m encouraging her to do just that.

  WHEN I GOT CAUGHT

  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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  There are lots of reasons why people cheat on their significant others. Men usually just see a woman they like and can’t keep it in their pants. But I think that when women cheat, it’s usually for different reasons than men. Often times you’re getting back at him for cheating, or maybe he’s simply not paying you enough attention. I’m not saying that it’s right, just that I think women do it for different reasons. That was certainly the case with me.

  In my case, I cheated on my husband Charlie because I felt unhappy with our marriage. When I met him, I thought he was everything that I should look for in a man: smart, educated, and from a good family. He was somebody that I could trust and who would be a good provider and good father to my future children. But he was never my type, and when I went off the birth control pill I noticed that my attraction to him changed. I’ve read research about it since that time and learned that the Pill screws with a woman’s hormones, making her attracted to a man who isn’t right for her. That lack of attraction resulted in the two of us fighting.

  “I don’t understand, Kennedy,” he said. I was always finding excuses to turn him down for lovemaking. I had a headache, I was tired, I had to get up early in the morning – it was always something. “Why aren’t you interested in making love anymore?”

  I didn’t want to tell him the truth. I’d gone off the Pill so that we could start a baby, but now I was feeling dissatisfied with Charlie as a partner. I was looking for somebody who was handsome strong, and more dominant. Frankly, I wanted a man who was more of a man. I’d always been warned to stay away from guys like that, the macho guys, but I was at a point where I needed to try it. I needed to find out the truth for myself and figure out whether this marriage was something I wanted to maintain.

  That was my state of mind when I met Clayton. I was in Reno for a long weekend at a work conference, staring out the window, sipping my morning coffee and eating a Danish when he walked up to me. Clayton was a very easy on the eyes, a handsome black man who looked a lot like a younger Denzel Washington. I noticed there wasn’t a wedding band on his hand.

  “It’s quite a software package they’re selling,” he said, sipping on a glass of orange juice.

  “It sounds amazing,” I agreed. “My company actually uses a competitor’s software and I think it’s a little better.”

  “Really?” he asked. We started talking about business but as we did, I found myself immensely attracted to him. Although he was wearing a sweater over a white button-up shirt, I could see his large muscles and broad shoulders. I could tell that he was attracted to me, and I caught Clayton’s reflection in the window as he checked out my backside. At twenty-six I still have a firm, attractive body with a nice round bottom and an ample bosom, and I’ve been known to turn heads. Even though I was married, I felt myself falling for this handsome, charismatic man.

  As we sat through the conference, I found myself fantasizing about making out with Clayton in my hotel room. It was terrible, I know. I tried to concentrate on the software vendors and their presentations, but my mind kept going back to sex. I was just starting my ovulation, so I suppose it shouldn’t have been surprising that my mind was going in that direction. But I still felt bad for Charlie back home and I didn’t plan on doing anything with Clayton, or at least nothing more than just kissing.

  That evening, after the conference was over, Clayton offered to buy me dinner. I accepted, telling myself that it was a business dinner and not personal. But during the meal he held my hand and told me that he found me to be incredibly attractive. Clayton explained that he wants to settle down with the right woman, and that he admired my intelligence and savvy, as well as my beauty. “You’re the kind of woman I’m looking for.” I had mixed feelings about that. I wasn’t sure I was ready to end my marriage, but I was definitely interested and flattered.

  I’d had a drink at dinner, and afterward we sat at the hotel bar and had more drinks. I hate to admit it but I was intentionally getting myself a little tipsy so that I could get up the courage to make out with Clayton. When he invited me back to his room, I agreed.

  As soon as we were inside his room, he began to kiss me passionately. I moaned as Clayton’s hands roamed across my body, giving me shivers. This strong, handsome man was caressing my body with his hands and I felt like a woman – a desirable, beautiful woman. When he unzipped his pants, I didn’t think there would be anything wrong with giving him oral pleasure. I was shocked when I saw how large he was – he had to be twice as long and far thicker than Charlie. Charlie says he’s four and a half inches long but I measured it once at it was more like four and a quarter. I didn’t think it really mattered until now, with that large black penis in my hands. I think it was just symbolic of how strong and masculin
e Clayton is, and symbolic of just how Charlie is lacking.

  After I pleasured him for a while, Clayton pulled down my panties. He played plenty of attention to my breasts, which I adored, then kissed his way down to my love nest. I was over the top as he performed cunnilingus on me, and I had a strong orgasm. Then he moved up on top of me, his strong black body above me, and pushed his big manhood inside of me.

  “Oh God,” I pleaded. “Go slowly.” It was so much larger than my husband’s, and I wasn’t sure I could take it all. But we French kissed as he slowly pushed himself in, slipping in and out in slow thrusts, which I loved. The lovemaking was slow and romantic at first, but it began to become faster and more passionate. I had another orgasm just as Clayton reached his climax, and he stopped on top of me, still inside of me, and we slowly kissed. Finally his manhood softened and he slipped out of me.

  As I got dressed, I started to feel guilty. I’d been denying my husband sex and now I made love with this sexy black stranger during my ovulation? Clayton seemed to sense my unease, and he told me that I was an amazing woman and he wanted to see me again. I told him that I needed some time alone to think. He offered to walk me back to my room, but I declined his offer and walked back by myself.

  The next morning I’d thought that our dalliance was over. But we were flirty during the conference and that night I again made love with him in his room. And the next night, we did it again. I must admit that the lovemaking with Clayton was the best of my life, and I thoroughly enjoyed every moment of it. But when the conference was over, I told him that I wanted to focus on my marriage and I didn’t want any distractions.

  When I returned home the next night, Charlie was waiting for me with a bouquet of flowers. I smiled and accepted them, and I felt guilty about what I’d done. When we got home, he immediately wanted to make love to me. I felt it was the right thing to do and I didn’t stop him. I have to admit that it was disappointing to me, coming up well short in comparison to the sexy, well-equipped Clayton. But he tried very hard and he managed to give me a small orgasm, and I was satisfied with that. We pulled the sheet over ourselves and went to sleep.

  My period didn’t come that week. After another week and then another, I started to get very scared. I began crying, fearing that I was probably pregnant by Clayton. I wouldn’t ever consider an abortion, and if I gave birth to a black baby Charlie would know it wasn’t his baby. Although there was a chance that it was my husband’s child, I had to tell him the truth.

  I confessed everything to Charlie. He was clearly hurt but he said he wanted to try and work it out. I also called Clayton, who encouraged me to leave my husband and to move in with him. Charlie begged me to stay with him, and said that it’s our baby no matter who is the biological father. After a lot of drama and heartache, I finally decided to stay with Charlie.

  As I suspected, our baby was born black. He could have left me, but Charlie was man enough to step up to the plate and help to raise our baby. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that Charlie is a real man after all. Being a man isn’t all about strength and masculinity, it’s about being responsible. Even if he’s not my type, Charlie is all the man that I’d ever need.

  MY SPRING FLING

  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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  For weeks I’d been looking forward to spring break down in Panama City, Florida. I’d hoped that my boyfriend Brady would have come with me, but he’d already graduated college and was working a real job, and he hadn’t accrued enough vacation time yet. But that wasn’t all bad. I asked one of my girlfriends if she’d like to come along.

  “Of course, Caroline!” I could tell that Kaylee was sincerely excited. “I’ve never been to Panama City before. We’ll have so much fun!”

  On the plane flight down, as I flipped through my magazine, I wondered just how much fun we’d have. I was still a virgin, as Brady and I are religious and we were planning to wait for our wedding night. But at the same time, I was going with Kaylee who was single and ready to mingle, a real party girl. I just hoped that I wouldn’t do anything that would compromise my relationship with Brady.

  After landing at the airport, we rented a car and drove over to the hotel. It was a beautiful place right on the beach. I looked out our window and saw all these college-age kids in trunks and bikinis partying in the sunshine. A cool spell had rolled in and I’d worried that the temperature might be below room temperature, but happily it missed the panhandle and it was as warm as summer up in Wisconsin.

  Kaylee and I got into our bathing suits, grabbed our magazines, put on our sunglasses and headed down to the chairs on the white sandy beach. The hotel had waitresses that came out to us. I ordered a zombie and Kaylee ordered a mai tai, and we toasted.

  “To single girls having fun!” Kaylee offered.

  I paused. “I’m not single, though.”

  Kaylee grinned. “If you’re not married, then you’re single. Besides, we’re on vacation. Every girl is single when she’s on vacation.”

  We both laughed at that, toasted and drank a sip. I’d always heard the rumors about women in committed relationships acting naughtily on vacation. But that wasn’t the kind of girl I was, and I knew that I’d never do anything like that.

  Just then, I felt something hit my leg. I looked up from my magazine and saw a Frisbee on the sand right next to my leg.

  “Hey, sorry.” A muscular, dark-skinned black man was standing next to my chair, towering over me. He was very handsome with bright white teeth, smiling sheepishly. “I missed that toss.”

  “It’s okay,” I said, lowering my glasses. “Accidents happen.”

  “Thanks for being understanding.” He picked up the Frisbee. “I’m Liddell.”

  “Caroline,” replied.

  He turned around and ran back to his friends. As he walked away, I checked out his strong, firm body.

  “You really like him, don’t you?” Kaylee asked. “Are you thinking you may have gotten into a serious relationship a little too early?”

  Physically, he was just the kind of guy I desired. He was taller, stronger and better looking than Brady, but my boyfriend was a really good guy. I went back to reading my magazine.

  We swam in the pool, drove around town checking out the place, and finally got dressed to go out to dinner. We decided on an Italian restaurant downtown that had gotten strong reviews. There was a wait so we sat down at the bar. While we were looking at the menu, Liddell sat down on the stool next to me.

  “Caroline, right?” he asked. “Don’t worry, I won’t hit you with a Frisbee.”

  We both laughed. I saw that a cute white guy, also very muscular and tanned, sat down on the stool on the far side of Kaylee. I heard him introduce himself as Mark. The two of them were now in conversation, so I figured I’d roll with it. Liddell ordered me a drink, and we sipped while conversing.

  As I talked with Liddell, I learned that he was a basketball player at his college, but he was studying engineering. He talked about his brothers and sisters, and it was clear that he loved his family. I noticed that he was very charismatic and a great conversationalist. Brady is often quiet with strangers, and I end up being the one who is more outgoing by default. It felt nice to be in a conversation and let the man take the lead. The more we talked, the comfortable I became. I felt myself falling for this handsom
e black stranger.

  After having dinner with Mark and Liddell, we were heading back to the hotel. Liddell explained that they’d used Uber to get there, so they didn’t have a car. We offered them a ride. Kaylee drove with Mark sitting in the passenger side, while I sat with Liddell in the back seat. During the ride, we spoke a little and I felt his hand on my thigh. I didn’t know what to do, whether I should brush him away, and then he leaned in for a kiss. I hesitated, and he stopped.

  “Is something wrong?” he asked.

  Liddell was so handsome, and with the drinks I’d had I wasn’t thinking straight. “No, it’s great,” I said. I leaned toward him and we kissed. Our tongues were dancing together, swirling around each other in a sensuous dance. I felt my nipples hardening, my crotch getting wet as my body instinctively prepared to make love to him. I noticed that he was excited too, with an incredibly large bulge in his jeans. It was so exciting to me, even though I knew it was wrong. I had a boyfriend back home and here I was, kissing this strange black man that I’d just met hours ago.

  Kaylee parked the car in the hotel parking garage. I glanced down at my phone and saw that it was nine o’clock.

  “Mark has something he wants to show me back in his room,” Kaylee said, turning back to face me. “So I’ll be with him for a few hours, and you’ll have the room to yourself. You have my cell phone if you need me.”

  “Okay,” I said.

  I was standing in the elevator holding Liddell’s hand. When Kaylee and Mark stepped out of the elevator on the second floor, I knew that it was just the two of us going back to my hotel room. Liddell moved behind me and slowly caressed my body, and I was tingling with excitement. The elevator stopped and I heard the ding.

  It was now or never. I told myself that I needed this. It wasn’t something I was doing to Brady – it was something I was doing for myself, and I shouldn’t make it wrong.