MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  One time we had a party and one of our friends brought along a handsome black friend named Yusef. He was a big guy, built like a tank, and soon he was fucking Charlotte regularly with his eight inch cock. He allowed me to watch and I was so turned on watching my wife writhing and moaning as she was fucked by this sexy black man that I masturbated furiously. I was so excited that I shot a thread of semen three feet into the air!

  Throughout our marriage, Charlotte has slept with over a hundred men that I know about. She used to date mostly older guys, but as she’s gotten older I’ve noticed that her taste now tends toward the college age guys. There’s nothing I find hotter than my wife dating a college age black guy who is young enough to be her son. I’ve seen her take on as many as five college guys at once. One time she was riding on top of a guy when a second guy took her ass from behind. She had a cock in her mouth, too, with a guy on either side of her stroking their cocks and ready for action. Suddenly Charlotte had a bright idea – she took each of those guys’ cocks in her hands, jerking their shafts while all three holes were filled. The woman can multi-task, I tell you!

  You’re probably wondering if my wife got any STDs or pregnant from her encounters. I can honestly say that in twenty years we have never contracted any diseases, knock on wood. But she did get pregnant by her lovers. Charlotte gave birth to five babies. Two of our children are black and one is Hispanic. Of the two remaining children, the boy is the spitting image of one of her lovers who she was bedding at the time. The girl might be mine but who really knows – she looks just like her mother. There won’t be any more children, though, as she had her tubes tied after the birth of our fifth and final child.

  Charlotte is everything that I ever dreamed of in a woman – beautiful, intelligent, sexy, and hot as a pistol with a burning sex drive. I couldn’t ask for anything more!

  AT THE STRIP CLUB

  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 that really improved my relationship with my wife. Last year Allie and I were on vacation when we spotted an advertisement for a bodybuilding contest. She said she’d like to go to the club where it would be held and watch the contest. I wasn’t particularly interested, but I figured if it helped get my wife all hot and bothered, why not? So, we went to the club and Allie really enjoyed herself checking out the tanned, muscular young guys.

  After it was over, we had a couple of drinks at the club’s bar. Then a couple of the contestants, one black and one white, showed up at the bar. I suddenly had an idea.

  “If one of those guys were interested, would you like to fool around with one of them?”

  “Oh Trevor,” Allie said, blushing. “Yeah, they’re really hot.”

  Taking a big gulp of my rum and coke, I got up and introduced myself to the guys. I bought them drinks, congratulating them on their performances. I mentioned that my wife was very turned on by their appearances and they must have women on them constantly. The two guys shrugged, said they do okay, and they mentioned they were single at the moment. I stated that my wife was really horny right now, and that I wouldn’t mind it if one or both of them wanted to join us back at our hotel.

  The two guys seemed skeptical at first, but they realized I was serious and agreed to come along. Back in our room, I sat down in the corner while Allie sat on the bed while the guys, stripped. Their cocks were both erect and in her face. The white guy, Tony, was decently hung, around seven inches and rather thick. The black guy, Jareese, was about an inch longer and a bit thicker. Allie took one guy in each hand, pumping them. The scene was so sexy that I couldn’t help but drop my drawers and pull out my penis and begin masturbating.

  At that point, Allie put the black guy’s cock in her mouth still tugging on Tony’s shaft with her right hand. She sucked on him for a few minutes, then switched to tugging Jareese while fellating Tony. It was really a beautiful, sexy thing to see.

  Soon the guys began removing my wife’s clothing and all three were completely naked. Allie was laying on the bed with Tony sucking on her breasts and nipples, while Jareese was between her legs fingering her pussy. After the black guy ate her pussy, then Tony took his turn. I could tell Allie was enjoying it, and she was on fire for some loving.

  Tony was the first to mount her. Allie gave out a moan of pleasure as he pushed his cock inside of her. I loved watching her legs spread wide as his firm, muscular buttocks flexed and pressed. He fucked her a while before I saw him push deep inside, the base of his cock tensing and releasing as he flooded her with semen. Then he withdrew and Jareese took up station.

  “Give me that black cock,” my wife said playfully. She cried out in pleasure as he easily slipped his big cock inside of her. I could see the semen from her earlier coupling coating the shaft of the black man’s cock as he plunged rapidly inside of her, and some of the white juice was pouring down her legs. Jareese didn’t last long before adding his own sperm to her love box, but happily Tony was erect again and ready for more. He had Allie lean over the bed while he did her from behind. My wife’s was groaning in pleasure, playing with her love button as this muscular stud took her from behind. Jareese was standing right behind him tugging his shaft, and as soon as Tony pulled out Jareese slipped right inside.

  After the guys left, I had a nice sloppy lovemaking session with Allie. We both admitted it was the best sexual experience of our marriage and we hoped to do something like that again.

  A couple days later, while Allie was sleeping, I sneaked out of the room to hit the grocery store. When I returned, I saw Tony and Jareese standing outside of the hotel talking. I approached them and asked if they were hoping for another go with my wife.

  “We already did,” Jareese said. “Allie called us over an hour ago.”

  Sure enough, when I got to the room Allie was pretending to sleep under just a sheet. When I pulled it off, her body was clearly used, her vagina saturated with semen. I immediately dove down and ate her clean, then had my way with her. I told her I was sad I’d missed the show but glad she had a good time.

  19 LOVERS AND COUNTING

  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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  No matter how much you love your wife or how pretty you find her, it’s normal for your love life to become a little boring. We decided to spice things up a bit, and knowing that my wife Emma has slept with nearly twenty men in the last year, including having a number of threesomes, does nothing to lessen my love and attraction for her. In fact, I’m proud to be married to a woman who is attractive to so many men and who pleases them so well. My wife’s lovers range in age from 21 to 74, and she’s had sex with men of all different races. I want to share with you my story of
how this all took place.

  A few years ago, Emma and I were on a two week vacation on the southern coast in a cute little bungalow. After we unpacked our stuff, I went for a walk to check out the surrounding area. On my way back, I saw a black man in the bushes on the lawn next door. He seemed to be looking into the bathroom window, and at first I feared he was a burglar. But I could tell from the movement of his arm that he was likely masturbating. As I walked closer, sure enough he was masturbating. And I saw what he was watching: my wife Emma in the bathroom, drying herself off after taking a bath.

  I stepped away backward, then made my way back to the road and went back in our house. When I mentioned to her what I’d seen, Emma wasn’t angry at all. She’d always been an exhibitionist, though, so I shouldn’t have been surprised. But she asked a lot of questions about the young black man, about how good looking he was. I told her that he was college age and in good shape, trim and muscular, but I couldn’t comment beyond that.

  A few days after that, I again noticed the black guy near our bungalow. It gave me an idea. I suggested to Emma that she do a nice strip tease and rub her breasts all over during her bath, and perhaps even masturbate. Emma thought that was a great idea, and I went outside to watch as the young black man watched the show.

  I watched him pull out his cock and start jerking, and when I saw what he was packing I was shocked. That thing was twice as long as my penis! He seemed to really love the show, but at some point I wanted to do more than just this. So I walked up to him.

  “Hello?” I said.

  The guy jumped back and threw on his shorts. “Oh, shit…”

  “Don’t worry,” I said. “My wife is an exhibitionist. She loves having an audience.” I then explained to him that Emma had always liked black guys and slept with one back in college, and he should go in there and fuck her. At first he didn’t really believe me, but soon he calmed down. He said his name was Travis and he really loved white women. He said he’d be up for having sex with my wife, but only if I approved of it. Of course, I told him it would be hot for all of us, and of course I approved because it was all my idea.

  When I walked inside the cottage with Travis, I was a little worried as to how Emma would react. She turned her head around in the bath tub, surprised that the black man was inside with us, but happily was interested in having sex with the young man. She dried off and we all went to the bedroom, and at that point Travis was no longer shy. He quickly was licking and sucking on my wife’s breasts, and his fingers were rubbing on her clit. He threw off his clothes and revealed his huge equipment, which made Emma’s eyes pop. When he got on top of her, my wife moaned in deep appreciation of that large black cock.

  Travis, being quite young, didn’t last long, squirting his load deep inside of my wife. After he finished I took up station, slipping my much smaller white penis inside her slippery, slimy tunnel. Travis watched us make love, and by the time I’d finished he was hard again, ready for more. Emma curled her finger toward him, as if to call him to bed, and this time she rolled over onto her knees. She reached behind her and held her pussy lips open with her fingers, to let the black man have easy entry.

  Travis held her waist with his hands and pushed himself in deep. Soon he was fully inside of her, and Emma was moaning at how great it felt, and how he was touching every place inside of her. He pounded her furiously with that large black cock, then added another load to her. Finally he said he had to go and he left. We never saw him again.

  From that point forward, my wife has been sleeping with college age black men. Like Travis, they come on quickly and then leave suddenly, but we don’t mind that at all. Emma loves the variety and I enjoy seeing her so excited when she’s with a new man. So far she’s made love with ten young black men, and I’m working to keep a long line of well-hung black men in the pipeline. Although the other races and ages are great, it’s seeing my wife with those men that turn me on the most.

  The vacation did exactly as we’d hoped. It revitalized our love life, even if not in the way we might have imagined. Emma was always pretty open sexually but now she’s totally free, just a total slut for new cock. Our love life is better than ever and I wouldn’t have it any other way!

  CHURCH GIRL GOES BLACK

  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 my whole life, I’ve always loved white women. There’s nothing wrong with the sisters, don’t get me wrong, but there’s something about a beautiful white girl that just gets me hard as a rock. Another thing I love is having sex with married women. So you can probably imagine just how great it was when I slept with Ashlyn, a devout Christian evangelical who thought she’d never violate her wedding vows.

  I met Ashlyn a few years ago. I was staying at a hotel in Indiana for the week while working with one of my company’s partners on a major project. While I was there, a Christian group was holding a class called “Strengthening Your Marriage” or something like that. I got off the elevator and I saw all these cloth-covered tables with books and CDs, and all these happy couples slowly looking at the merchandise and chatting quietly. As I walked by, I read some of the titles and realized they were Christian. I just continued walking, turned the corner and walked toward the lobby. There were a bunch of the couples out there, too. I walked to the main door and saw an attractive, well-dressed young woman with brown hair standing there, in her early to mid-twenties.

  “But Eric, you promised,” she said. “This is for us to come together as a couple, with God. I just sat in the class for two hours by myself with all these couples around me. I was so embarrassed.”

  As she talked, I realized she was one of the Christians. I sat down in one of the cushy seats near the door and admired her. Beautiful face, nice perky breasts, and what was likely a nice ass hidden by a black skirt. I figured the odds of bedding her weren’t great but I was going to give it a try. I walked back to the conference table, bought the main manual for the class, then returned to the lobby and sat down. When she finished her call, I approached her.

  “My name is Markael. I’m sorry to eavesdrop but did I hear that your husband isn’t able to be here?”

  She introduced herself as Ashlyn. I learned that she was 23 years old. She and her husband Eric had met a year ago and been married for six months. They recently moved into the area from Louisiana for a job opportunity for her husband Eric. But the job had him working crazy hours. Right now, he was boarding a plane at the last minute out to Oregon to finish a major deal and he’d be gone for the week. She’d already been unhappy with how much time he was working and she’d scheduled this encounter to help bring them back together as a couple.

  “I’m sorry to hear that,” I said. “I’m in a similar spot myself.” I made up a bullshit story, telling her that I was married and that my wife is always flying around the country for her work. “Our kids are teenagers now,” I said. “I’m thirty nine now. So we’ve kept our marriage together.”

  I invited her over to the bar. I asked her if she drinks and she said a Cosmopolitan would be fine. I ordered a double vodka, neat and a glass of water.

  “How do you handle not seeing each other?” she asked, sipping on her drink.

  “It was difficult at first. But we talk on the phone when we’re apart. And we have an understanding about physical affection.” I explained to her that we ha
d an open relationship, and it wasn’t adultery because it was our agreement. She seemed a little disturbed by that at first, but the more we talked the more comfortable she became with the idea.

  “That’s not for me,” she said. “But if you two feel you’re right with God, it’s not for me to judge. Some people would judge me for drinking wine. I don’t feel that’s my place to judge.” Then she mentioned that she and her husband were virgins when they met and they’re still figuring things out. Eric, she said, has some difficulty keeping his penis erect and he blames it on the condoms. She said they’re using condoms for birth control because they’re planning to start a family very soon, once their work situation has settled down.

  Ashlyn looked down at her cell phone, then excused herself to the bathroom. While she was gone, I poured my vodka into her cosmo, and then refilled my drink with some of the water. When she returned, we continued our conversation. Luckily she didn’t notice the amount of alcohol or that the level was higher. After she’d finished her drink, she was quite tipsy. I told her that I’d escort her back to her room.

  She seemed to get drunker as we rode the elevator to her floor. She wasn’t walking straight and I asked her for her room key. When I opened the door, I walked her inside.

  “You know Markael,” she said, slurring her words. “I’ve always thought black men are sexy. If I weren’t…”

  I immediately went in for the kiss. She feigned a little resistance, but her tongue danced against mine as my hands roamed all over her body. I felt up her tits and began to unbutton her blouse.

  “I can’t do this,” she said. But she didn’t make a move to stop me. I tossed her blouse to the floor, unhooked her bra and released her large, firm young breasts. They had large brown nipples, which I love. “I’m married.”

  “We’re married,” I said, unzipping the back of her skirt. “I’m a married man and you’re a married woman. It’s okay.” When I pulled her panties down, I saw that she had a brown hairy pussy.