MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  I drove around the area for a couple of hours, then called Layla and let her know that I was out early and would be at our room in an hour and a half. When I arrived, she greeted me in a t-shirt and jeans, giving me a sexy kiss and asking me to take a shower while she got ready for some romance. After I finished showering, she took eagerly gave me a blowjob. When I went down on her, I tasted the silky, slimy residue of her black lover’s semen inside of her, and she had an intense orgasm while holding my head against her box. Then we made love and I added my own juice to her well-soaked snatch.

  That was the only time that I’d ever caught my wife cheating on me. Still, I love to think back to it while we’re making love, and picture that strong black stud filling my wife’s mouth and cunt with his seed.

  BLACK HUNK FROM THE GYM

  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 sorry, Patrick,” my wife Gianna said. “I need other lovers. It has nothing to do you with. This is about what I need.”

  I’d caught my wife having sex with a guy she’d met online. I’d read her texts to him where she discussed how much she loved his big cock, how it felt so much better than my much smaller little dick, and how she loved being with a strong, manly guy like him. She didn’t apologize or anything, and just said that I needed to accept her the way she is. It was hard for me at first, but eventually I realized that she was right.

  It wasn’t long before she started another affair. Gianna and I started working out the gym and we encountered a huge black guy there, a body builder named Everson. The guy was probably six foot six and made of solid muscle. One time I was showering after a workout and I couldn’t believe what the guy was packing between his legs. He saw me looking and just laughed at me, saying that white guys are always staring at him.

  “Would you like to touch it?” he asked.

  I’m not gay or anything, but I was curious what it would feel like. I took his big horse cock in my hand and I jerked it a little bit, and I felt it growing in my hands. He asked me to suck him off. I wasn’t sure, but I dropped to my knees and began to suck that mighty cock. I was afraid somebody might see us there and I kept looking around, but nobody saw us. I licked and sucked Everson’s cock as best as I could, and he put his big strong hands on my head, holding me as I pleasured him. Soon he started thrusting inside of my mouth and blasted me with large ropes of silky semen, which I swallowed.

  Everson pulled it out with a pop, and I didn’t know what to say. I just told him that I’d like it if he’d join me and my wife for drinks at our house. He said my wife is a fine piece of ass and he’d love to fuck her. A few nights later, he came over to our house. Gianna was incredibly excited, never having fucked a black guy and eager to try a man even larger than her last paramour. When he arrived we didn’t even get to drinks. He started kissing her straight off, and my wife was rubbing his erection through his jeans, telling him how big it was and how much she needed it. He slipped a hand under her skirt and rubbed her pussy through her panties, and said he liked her hairy pussy.

  In the bedroom, Everson was totally dominant. He told me to strip my wife naked, and then he had me fluff him. I licked the pre-cum off his partially erect dick and sucked him until he was fully erect, but now he walked up to my wife and began hissing her, that mighty manhood pressed against her belly.

  “God, Emerson, that cock is unbelievable. You’re built to please women. You make my husband’s tiny little thing look like a joke.” She dropped to her knees and kept her eyes locked on his as she expertly sucked on his huge, thick black cock.

  After just a few minutes of that, he instructed Gianna to stop. He had me lay down on the floor and stick my little white penis inside of my wife’s ass in the reverse cowgirl. After that, he pushed her back so she was laying on top of me, and he penetrated my wife with his mighty black cock. I could feel that huge black monster sliding inside of her as we fucked, and both of their bodies were sandwiched on top of me. His huge black body enveloped us, and we were helpless as he took his pleasure, his face near mine as he kissed my wife’s neck. Twice my wife cried out in orgasm, and I loved feeling her muscles contracting on top of me, and through the inside of her anus.

  Then I heard Everson groan deeply, pistoning that cock inside of her hard and fast, and then pressing deep. I swear I could feel that huge cock pulsing as it flooded my wife with his sperm, his ball sack twitching against my leg as he deposited his full load.

  Gianna and Everson then kissed and cuddled with me trapped below, but he wasn’t finished. Soon he was fucking her again, furiously pounding her with that giant pussy pounder. This time as he neared his climax, he pulled his cock out and took it in his hand, moving up next to my wife’s face. He blasted her with a rope, and then moved his cock to my face. I saw his milky white semen shooting as it hit my right eye, blasting my face with a few shots of warm sticky man juice.

  Since that time, we’ve had him over our house many times. I’m not gay or anything but I really enjoy how strong and masculine he is, and how he likes to take control over other men, including me. I think I love Everson and his big cock almost as much as Gianna does!

  AN EAGER AND WILLING 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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  My name is Leah. I’ve always considered myself to be a good girl and I’ve always believed that I’d never cheat on my husband. Nate is my best friend and we’ve been together for years, and I figured we would be together forever.

  I was just twenty-two and working a low-end job in the mail room when I met Quincy. I’d always thought it was just an expression to say that somebody “took your breath away,” but it literally happened when I met him. He was a tall, handsome black man with an incredible body who just oozed sexuality. He had tattoos on his right arm and a diamond stud in his left ear. I shouldn’t have been surprised when I heard that he’d worked as a stripper.

  “Hey, Leah,” he said, with that gorgeous smile. “I love that dress.”

  “Thanks,” I said. Of course, I’d worn it for him, hoping that he’d notice. There were a lot of pretty women who worked in my office and I was surprised that he seemed to focus his interest on me. He was so good looking and I felt such a strong attraction to him. I felt bad knowing that I had a husband at home. But at the same time, I’d never felt this way about a man before and so many people had warned me that I’d married too young.

  I tried to resist, and I guess I was giving Quincy mixed signals. I would flirt with him, putting my hand on his leg at lunch but I wouldn’t kiss him. He wasn’t happy that I would rebuff his advances, and to make me jealous he starting flirting with Allie, another girl in the office. I was a little upset but I realiz
ed that I wasn’t being fair to either Quincy or my husband. If I wanted to experiment, I needed to make a change.

  “I’m sorry,” I said to Nate, tears rolling down my eyes. “But we need to spend some time apart.”

  “Are we getting divorced?” he asked.

  “I don’t know. But I need some time to myself.”

  I went back to work and told Quincy that I was moving out of my house, and that I was now free to date him. He was happy that I’d made the decision and he said I could move in with him. I quickly packed my things and moved into his Quincy’s apartment. Nate figured out pretty quickly that I was seeing another man, but there wasn’t much he could do about it.

  “I still love you, baby,” Nate said. He’d called me at work. “If you decide you made a mistake, you can always come back to me.”

  “Thanks baby,” I said. “I still love you too, but it’s something I need to do right now.”

  Of course, I didn’t have any intention of leaving Quincy. The sex with him was simply incredible. It always felt like a chore with Nate, an obligation that I needed to do because I was married to him and I loved him. But with Quincy I just felt so beautiful, sexy and sexual. I loved feeling his strong, powerful body above me, and I felt safe with him. I loved the contrast in our skin colors, with his huge black member slipping inside of my tight white box. It didn’t hurt that he was well-hung, either, twice as long as Nate’s little four incher and many times as thick. The feeling of fullness during intercourse was just amazing, and I also loved just playing with that big cock when laying next to him in bed. I never had any trouble climaxing with Quincy.

  Things changed, though, when I started seeing signs that Quincy was cheating on me. He’d go out to grab something from the corner store and he’d be gone for four hours. Sometimes he’d go to see “a friend” and not return until the morning. I sneaked a look at his cell phone and saw that he was actually seeing three different girls at the same time. I felt so stupid!

  I was still talking with Nate pretty much every day, and I was telling him everything. I probably shouldn’t have told him all the details but he insisted. He claimed it didn’t bother him when I told him about how great the sex was with Quincy, and how great his large cock felt inside of me. I think it probably did, though. All the time he said he still loved me and would take me back. One night, after Quincy was gone the whole night with another woman the day before my birthday, I decided I’d had enough. I packed my things and went home to Nate, and he welcomed me back home with open arms.

  I realize now that I was a fool to risk what I had with Nate over Quincy! Even if you spend an hour in bed having sex, as we often did, you need somebody who is faithful and is there for you the rest of the day. That’s what I have with Nate, and no amount of sexual satisfaction could ever make up for that. Even when he found out that I was pregnant. We knew it was Quincy’s baby – I’d always insisted that Nate use a condom with me, but Quincy was so dominant that he always got his way – yet Nate stayed with me 100%.

  Quincy says he won’t ever see the baby and he keeps asking me to abort it, but Nate has stepped up and he’s going to raise the baby as his own. “I don’t care what color the baby is,” he says, “you’re my wife and it’s our child.” I don’t really care if Quincy never sees his child or pays support – Nate is the father in every way that matters and he’ll be a great dad!

  OUR BLACK NEIGHBOR

  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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  Unfortunately, I’ve been very busy trying to build my business and I’ve spent a lot of time away from home. My wife, Ellie, has complained that I’ve been neglecting her. She’s been spending a lot of time on the computer and her phone, and she doesn’t want me to see what she’s doing. I’ve also noticed our love life dwindling, and she often tells me that she’s too tired or not in the mood for sex. Finally I confronted her about whether she was having an affair.

  “I haven’t cheated on you, Ashton,” she said. “But there is somebody who I’m interested in, and if things progress the right way, I’ll let it happen.”

  I tried to talk her out of it, to give me another chance, but she wouldn’t listen to me. In fact, she called the guy and set up a date with him. When she said his name was Kaprice, I immediately knew who he was. He’s a black guy who lives in the condo complex right next to our neighborhood. I’d seen him a number of times admiring my pretty blonde wife while she’s out jogging. Ellie arranged to meet him at a hotel downtown, which she paid for with my credit card. Even worse, she insisted that I drive her there and watch Kaprice make love to her.

  Ellie dressed in a sexy, well-fitting night gown with sexy red stockings and high heels. When I saw him in the hotel lobby, he smirked and shook my hand. Kaprice is a tall guy and built like a tank, and he squeezed my hand hard. The two of them pretty much ignored me as we rode the elevator up to their room. Once there, Ellie was all over her black lover. He unzipped her dress and she slipped out of it, and soon she’d removed her bra and panties as well. Completely naked but for her stockings and heels, she laid down on the bed while Kaprice sucked and licked her breasts, causing her nipples to turn hard and pointy.

  My little white penis was throbbing, aching and hard as steel, so I dropped my pants and masturbated to the sight.

  Kaprice ordered my wife to undress him, and she obeyed. Although she’s normally dominant around me, she was totally subservient to this black stud. She pulled down his boxers and I was shocked when I saw the size of his cock. It looked like a thick black plantain, close to a foot long and bending upward. My wife slowly put her lips around the engorged head of that mighty black cock, her eyes looking straight into mine as she gave him a long, slow blowjob. She was acting so incredibly slutty, and I was jerking my meager shaft as I watched.

  Then Kaprice ordered Ellie to lay down on the bed, and she complied. He took that big black dick of his, aimed his black weapon at her womanhood, and pushed the head inside of her. I saw her face grimace in pain as he forced that huge black cock inside of her. She was stretched beyond belief, tight as a drum, her hungry pussy filled with the biggest and strongest cock ever. Ellie gave out a long, guttural cry as he pushed the shaft in with two quick thrusts.

  She threw he head back, moaning like a whore, and her cries of pain soon turned into wails of delight. Ellie lifted her legs up around him and pulled him closer with her arms, begging him to fuck her good and hard. Her black lover was pounding her with incredible force, and I could tell from her breathing and moaning that an incredible climax was about to hit her. I watched that huge cock of his, pounding rapidly in and out of my wife’s stretched cunt, soaking wet from her eager pussy.

  Ellie was squirming in pleasure, talking incoherently as she praised this black stud for fucking her so well. She was cumming long and hard, one long rolling orgasm. The most I’d ever done was to give her a single orgasm, but this amazing black man was giving her climax after climax, still pounding her relentlessly with his thick black penis. He sped up even faster, and I realized his own climax was nearing. He groaned loudly and pushed in deep as he filled her my wife with his sperm, his heavy black testicles unleashing millions of sperm inside of her cunt. Just then, I reached my own climax, my little boyhood spraying my seed harmlessly onto the hotel floor.

  Ellie, cuddling with her black lover in a post-coit
al embrace, told me that I should go home now. “I’ll call you when it’s time to pick me up.”

  That was Sunday morning, after having spent the weekend on my tab fucking her black stud. On the car ride home, she explained to me that he’d fucked her royally all weekend, and that she’s now his fuck toy and she will do whatever he requests. She told me that she loves being his “submissive white bitch and fuck toy.” I don’t know why, but I’m afraid I love it as well.

  HER SEXY SIDE JOB

  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 Will. My wife Camryn is a twenty-five-year-old mother of our three year old son, and she’s been looking to find some work to do at night or on the weekends. One day, while looking through the local independent newspaper, I saw an advertisement for a company that offered “bikini telegrams.” From the description, there was a little singing involved but it wasn’t so much a singing telegram as sending a pretty woman in a bikini to somebody’s door for a special surprise. As my wife is both beautiful and sexy with a great figure, I urged her to give it a try.