MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  Camryn emailed the company and included a full-body photo, as requested. The next morning she received a telephone call from Roger, the owner of the company. He asked her to stop by his office in a bikini so that he could ensure that she has the right look and possibly to talk about more. We asked a neighbor to watch our son and we went to his office that morning with my wife wearing a long white coat over her bikini-clad body. We waited for about ten minutes then he called us in over the office speaker.

  When we walked into his office, we were greeted by Roger, a good- looking black man in his forties, around 6’2” with a bit of a pot belly. After some idle chit chat, he asked Camryn to take off her coat so that he could see her body. My wife looked at me for approval and I nodded. She unbelted the coat and removed it, revealing her slim waist and perky breasts. Roger stood up behind his desk, looking at my wife’s body hungrily, slowly nodding.

  “Okay, now take off the rest,” Roger said. Again I nodded my approval, and she unhooked her bikini top and then dropped her bottom. He stepped around the desk and walked up to her. He felt her breasts, legs and ass. “Very nice body. Very firm.” He looked over at me. “You’re a lucky man.” Then he told Camryn that he was interested in hiring her, and that she should fill out the paperwork out front.

  On the drive home, Camryn was hot as a pistol. “I felt so violated,” she said. “But it felt so hot. Especially because he’s black.” She was jerking on my shaft, and I was trying to concentrate on driving while my four inches were painfully stiff. Eventually we pulled over into a wooded area and she got on top of me, riding cowgirl in the front seat of the car.

  That night in bed we talked about the possibility of seeing her in action with Roger. Camryn was non-committal, saying that she found him attractive but she’s married. She did add, though, that she’d spoken with another girl who worked for the company and apparently they secretly do more than just deliver bikini telegrams – they also perform sex acts for a price. While Roger normally takes half of the profits, she said, he allows the girls to keep all of their profits if they sleep with him. I ran my hands down her hip and up her inner thigh, and pointed out that she’s doing the job to bring in money so there’s little point in giving Roger half.

  A week later, my wife started delivering bikini telegrams to various birthday boys, often college kids or old retired men. Most of the time they were just business, but on quite a few occasions they wanted more from her. She almost always accepted their offers, and she required them to use condoms. But she also confessed that she was having regular sex with Roger without condoms, and she said it was the best sex she’d ever had.

  “I know you’ve always wanted to see this, so we filmed it for you earlier today,” she said one day, as we sat on our bed. She opened up her email and played a file on her tablet. It was a video of her with Roger in a bedroom. I felt my little four incher getting hard as I watched. Camryn and Roger were kissing each other passionately as her black lover’s hands roamed all over her body, playing with her ass and breasts. He asked her to do a little strip tease for him and she complied, slowly undressing for him and tossing her clothes onto the floor.

  The two of them go onto the bed doing the 69, and I was stunned when I saw his cock. The thing was nearly a foot long of powerful, veiny, ebony manhood. The video switched to a close-up of Camryn sucking that amazing cock, with most of it in her mouth as she played with his balls. He didn’t last too long, and my wife backed away just in time, with thick white ropes of semen shooting all over her tongue and open mouth.

  Amazingly, his cock didn’t slacken at all. He laid beside her in a spoon position, and slipped his cock inside of her from behind. The camera showed a close-up of that huge black spear penetrating her white pussy, stretching it beyond belief. After a long, slow fuck, he finally grunted and shot his load deep inside my wife’s belly.

  Camryn turned to me, her hand slowly masturbating me. “Did you like our movie?”

  I nodded. “I didn’t think you could take so much in your mouth, and all of it in your pussy. You’re one incredible woman.”

  My wife spread out her legs and offered me her cum-soaked twat. “Eat my pussy, honey. Lick out all of my lover’s sperm before he makes me pregnant.” I did as she requested, savoring the taste of their combined juices. Then I rolled on a condom, slipped my little white penis inside of her, and, after just a few minutes, I squirted off.

  Despite my best efforts, I failed to clean her sufficiently. Camryn is now pregnant with twins. As Roger is the only man she takes unprotected, we know that the babies will be black. After they’re born, she’s going to stay at home with the children until they’re old enough. Then, if she works hard and gets her body back into shape, she’ll go back to work giving bikini telegrams. In the meantime, I love watching the video of Roger inseminating her with that giant black cock. It’s so erotic!

  CAUGHT HER CHEATING

  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 wife Nicole is a pretty, shapely blonde of 28 years old who’s a bit on the flirty side. Nonetheless, I never really suspected her of cheating until just recently. She’d come back from a trip to the park with her sister and her young niece, and I was trying to find my cell phone. I looked inside of her hand bag and was surprised by what I found.

  Stuffed inside her bag was a pair of her lacey red panties, and worse, the crotch was crusted with what appeared to be semen. I looked further in there and noticed a half-used box of extra-large condoms. I found that quite strange given that I had a vasectomy after the birth of our daughter. There was also a card with a loving note on it from Devonder “to my sexy white baby girl Nicole.” I was shocked. Clearly, when she was supposed to be hanging out at the park, she was having sex with a black man.

  That evening, when she came home from work and got in the shower, I looked through her phone. She had been sexting with Devonder. She praised him for his “huge dick” that “feels so incredible inside.” Supposedly his cock gave her a “feeling of fullness” and brought her to intense orgasms. She told him that he’s so much better in bed than her husband, and that her husband’s little five inch penis isn’t enough to truly satisfy her. I felt angry and humiliated. She was supposedly going over her girlfriend’s house for drinks and to talk about her friend’s recent breakup, but I knew from her texts that she was going to meet her black lover.

  I called a friend and asked if he could watch our daughter for a few hours. After Nicole left, I dropped off our child at my friend’s house, then I drove over to Devonder’s place. He lived in a studio apartment in government subsidized housing, and I was a little surprised that she’d date somebody who lived there. Heck, I was surprised that she would date a black guy, period. I arrived just as she was going into his apartment, and I walked around the building to find the bedroom window. Sure enough they had the window open, and although there was a curtain blocking my view, he must have had a lamp on the far side of the room there because I could clearly see their shadows on the curtain.

  “Oh yes, baby,” my wife cooed. “I want you to fuck me.” From the silhouettes, I could tell that he was holding her body against him.

  “Yeah, you like that black cock, don’t ya? That big black cock in your pussy.”

  “That’s right, baby. Give me that big dick of yours. My pussy needs to feel a big di
ck like that. Stretch me out, baby.”

  I watched the two of them kissing, their arms roaming all over each other’s bodies. Then I saw her riding him cowgirl for a while, throwing her head back as she was grinding her groin against his.

  “Oh, God, baby… Your cock feels so good inside of me. I’m going to cum, baby. I’m going to cum all over you big black cock. Oh, God… OH, GOD!!!”

  After cowgirl they fucked doggy style, and finally finished in the missionary position. Throughout their session, she came loudly and hard four times. She was always pretty quiet in bed with me, but with Devonder she was animated and very vocal, verbalizing her adoration of this black stud. Finally he groaned.

  “I’m coming, bitch. Here it comes!”

  “Do it baby,” my wife replied. “Fill my womb with your black sperm. Give me a black baby.”

  I saw his shadow on top of hers, his black ass jerking intensely as he filled her belly with his baby batter. I’d wondered how her panties were soaked with semen if they were using condoms. Now I knew the truth – she was taking him bareback.

  I drove to my friend’s house after that encounter, picked up my kid and returned to my house. When Nicole came home, she acted like nothing had happened. A few days later, though, I told her about what I’d found and how I’d heard her and watched her shadow as she fucked her black lover. She knew she was trapped and confessed to everything. She says she loves Devonder’s black cock and has the strong desire for his baby. So far she isn’t pregnant, but we both know it’s only a matter of time. I just hope that I don’t lose her.

  GOING BLACK DOWN SOUTH

  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 Garrett. For as long as I can remember, I have desired to see my wife Angelina have sex with black guys. I guess I married the right woman because she told me that she’d be willing to give it a try, but she didn’t want to do it anywhere around where we live because the neighbors might know. The area we live in is nearly all white, anyway, so we’d need to go at least an hour away to find a place with a decent selection of sexy black studs.

  “I’ve found the guy,” she said excitedly. I walked up behind her and looked at her tablet. She was looking at the picture of a handsome, muscular black man named Tyzee. He had a washboard stomach, powerful arms and a barrel chest. According to his profile, his cock was ten inches long and thick as a Coke can, and he showed a picture of it that proved he wasn’t exaggerating.

  “I want to have sex with him,” she said. “I want to try a man with a big cock like that.”

  I’m pretty average as far as penis size goes, just under five inches. I could have been offended but I understood her desire to try something a little more significant than what I had to offer. As I looked at his profile, he seemed like a great guy for my wife to sleep with. The only problem was that he lived in Georgia and we lived in Maine.

  “I think it’s time for a road trip!” I said, smiling. We both took a week off work, flew down to Georgia, got a rental car and drove over to his house. When we pulled up to his double-wide at his mobile home park, I felt a little unsure about what we were doing. But when we knocked on the door, the chemistry between my wife and Tyzee was incredible. He welcomed us inside and offered us a seat, but it didn’t take long before the conversation turned to sex.

  Tyzee’s bedroom had a huge flatscreen TV on the wall, way too large for the room. He put a disc into his DVD player and a porno started on the screen. It was a blonde white woman having sex with a dark skinned black thug. That’s when Tyzee turned his attention to Angelina. The two of them began kissing and undressing each other, and soon my wife was down to nothing but her bra, panties and sexy seamed black stockings.

  Tyzee pulled down his boxers. “Now for the main attraction,” he said. His cock was enormous, at least twice as long as mine and far thicker despite being flaccid. “Here it is, baby. Why don’t you suck on my cock and get me started?”

  Angelina kneeled down on the bed, her hands and mouth worshipping that big black cock as she sucked him stiff. Tyzee, for his part, had his eyes on the TV screen and I could see the light from the set on his body.

  “That’s right, baby,” Tyzee said. “Suck on that black cock, you white whore.” He put his big hands on her head, holding her as she bobbed her head, taking more than half of his cock inside of her mouth. Although she never liked giving my blowjobs, she seemed over the top with excitement as she fellated this handsome black stud. “Blow that big cock, bitch.”

  Once she had him fully erect, Tyzee directed her to move into place so that he could fuck her doggy style while facing the TV set. He rubbed the head of his big dick all over my wife’s wet cunt, then pressed his cock inside of her. Angelina was watching the video, too, as he pounded her with that big cock.

  “God damn that’s big,” Angelina said. “It feels good, baby. Fuck me with that black dick.”

  Tyzee was staring at my wife’s pretty bubble butt, and he alternated between slapping her ass cheeks and holding her hips. His huge cock was thrusting inside of her slowly and deliberately, and he lasted a good twenty minutes before his face contorted, his pace quickened, and he pushed in deep, filling Angelina with his sperm.

  After Tyzee finished, we left and went to our hotel. The next morning we returned and Tyzee fucked her again, this time taking her in a number of different positions. He came inside of her mouth that morning, and then in her pussy the two times they fucked that night. For a whole week I got to watch my wife and her sexy black lover fucking, and I masturbated so often that I thought my penis would fall off. When we finally left, Angelina was totally satisfied.

  It was just the beginning, though, of our sexual adventures. Over the past year I’ve watched my wife have sex with nearly thirty different men, half of them black. She’s fucked younger guys, older guys – really all sorts of men. I love watching her get fucked by cocks that are much larger than mine, and jerk off while they please her in ways that I can only dream about. Angelina loves having many different lovers, especially black ones, and she’s always willing to let me have my way with her after she’s been with a lover. I’m hoping one day to do a threesome with her, but so far that’s just a fantasy. But when you’re married to a woman like Angelina, your dreams come true!

  MY ARMY 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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  If you’re like me, you love to read those letters about men who let their wives have other lovers. The problem is that some guys like to marry a good girl and try to turn her into a slut. I was smart enough to marry a beautiful, loving slut named Charlotte. We’ve been married for twenty years now and she’s kept me very sexually satisfied during those years,
in part by living vicariously through her sexy adventures. I’d like to tell you about that.

  When I met Charlotte, she was well known within my platoon as being quite a slut. Some buddies of mine recommended that I ask her out because she’s “easy,” a “sure thing,” you know. Lots of the guys on post had fucked her. To a lot of guys, that would be a sign to head for the hills. To me, it meant that she was the girl of my dreams. Not only was she beautiful and intelligent and fun, she was also very sexy and sexual, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  When I received my papers to be stationed in South Korea, she warned me that she wouldn’t be faithful while I was gone. “What happens while you’re gone won’t hurt you, Ben,” she said.

  But I assured her that I wanted to know everything. I wanted all the details if she slept with another man. “As long as you’re honest with me,” I said, “I’m okay with it.” And she did just that, sending me hot emails in great detail about the men she was having sex with back in the States – who had fucked her, how it happened, and how great it felt. I really loved those emails, and I jerked off to her adventures every night while I was overseas.

  When I returned home, I thought that we’d resume a normal married life. But Charlotte was having too much fun to go back to monogamy. In particular she had a black boyfriend, a single guy who worked out at the gym all the time. The guy had a horrible temper and I was worried to death that he’d hurt her. But while he dominated her and was very physical, he never really crossed the line. She admitted that she actually liked how he would spank her hard, and how he’d choke her right before he would climax. She said he gave her powerful orgasms and I really wanted to see it in person, but the guy wasn’t down for that.