MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance
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She giggled and put her arms around my shoulders. “It doesn’t work that way and you know it.”
I dropped my pants. When Ashlyn saw my cock she gasped. “Oh my goodness, that thing is enormous! Eric’s thing isn’t even half that size! And it’s so thick!”
“Why don’t you suck on it?” I asked.
“I’ve never done that before,” she said, hesitating. “We just do the missionary position.”
“That’s okay,” I said, not wanting to ruin the moment. I led her back to the bed, laid her down and spread apart her young creamy thighs. I smelled the whiff of her pussy, a scent that never fails to excite me. I began licking on her pussy and she began to writhe on the bed, moaning in pleasure. “That feels so good,” she said. “My husband doesn’t do that.”
Then I moved up on top of her. I kissed her passionately with my big cock on top of her stomach, dry humping her as I caressed her limbs. She was totally on fire, desperate for my manhood. I took my cock in my hand, aimed it at her sopping wet pussy, and began to slowly push it inside of her. She was incredibly tight but I managed to push in.
“Oh God it’s big!” Her eyes were wide as I inched my way inside a little further with each thrust. “It’s stretching me out!” It wasn’t long before I had my entire eight-and-a-half inches inside of her, my balls resting against her ass cheeks.
“It’s in!” she said, her eyes glowing and smiling hugely. “I didn’t think I could take all that!” Then suddenly she got worried. “I’m not on the pill,” she said. “I’m fertile right now. I don’t believe in abortion and I can’t have a black baby. Eric will know it’s not his baby.”
“Don’t worry,” I told her. “I’ll pull out.” I leaned in and kissed her as I began to slowly push my cock inside that tight little cunt. Her pussy was clenching around my cock, and I couldn’t pound her fast if I’d wanted to. I played with her breasts a bit, sucked on her nipples, and continued to slowly fuck her.
“Oh goodness,” she said. “I think I’m going to orgasm, maybe. I’ve never done that before.”
When she said that, I started to fuck her even faster. I moved up a little higher on her so that my lower body would rub against her clit. Sure enough, her breathing quickened, her face was flush, and soon she was moaning loudly through an orgasm. The whole thing was so erotic that I couldn’t take it any longer. I pushed inside and blasted her fertile young womb with everything I had. It felt like my balls were being emptied as I shot rope after rope, with millions of my sperm deep inside of her now looking for her egg.
After we finished making love, we got together under the covers and cuddled. I’m guessing that she forgot about my promise to pull out because she was just so sweet and affectionate, and soon we both fell asleep in each other’s arms. In the morning we had another fuck and this time she had her first try at doggy style sex. I even spanked her ass a bit and she really enjoyed it. While she was in the shower afterward, I got dressed and slipped out of the room, and I checked out of the hotel.
I never saw Ashlyn again. I always wondered whether she got pregnant from our encounter. I’ve impregnated quite a few married white women and they’ve had my babies, but this one is still a mystery. I certainly wouldn’t want it to hurt her marriage but I do hope that she’s out there somewhere raising my baby.
FINDING HER A BLACK STUD
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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Over nearly twenty years of marriage, I’ve enjoyed allowing my wife Madison to date other men, especially black men. She loves men who are strong, handsome and dominant. I think a lot of husbands wouldn’t understand how I could allow those men to bed my wholesome, shy bride. But for some reason I’ve always felt a desire to see her flirting with other men and think about their babies growing in her womb. While making love, I would suggest my wife allow her lovers to take her in the nastiest ways, and it always turned both of us on.
The first problem we encountered was how to find someone with both the right look and personality, as well as being great in bed. The problem was resolved when I attended my sister’s wedding. There was a tall black man there, in great shape, who was supposedly a sergeant in the Army. His name was Justus and he danced with my wife frequently during the night, obviously enjoying the cleavage and large warm breasts on display from her low-cut dress. Back at our table, Madison told me she could feel his hard cock pressing against her as they danced.
“It felt so big, Jacob,” she said. Obviously she was proud of how she’d turned him on.
Later that night, I invited Justus back to our room, suggesting that I had vodka and beer back in our room. It was after midnight, Justus knocked on the door. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt now, and I let him in.
Madison was in bed wearing just a t-shirt. We’d been kissing and gearing up for lovemaking. She was surprised that we had a visitor, and she seemed concerned that Justus was there. But I told her that I’d invited him and that all was well. We talked for a couple of minutes, a bit awkwardly.
“If you’re going to sleep with my wife, now’s the time,” I said. Madison seemed shocked at my words, but she didn’t resist as the strapping black stud took her in his arms and began having his way with her. As he kissed her neck and fondled her body, she sighed in pleasure. When Justus laid her down on the bed, she opened her soft white thighs to permit her black lover’s mouth to taste her love box, her bosom heaving as she moaned and gripped the bed sheets.
Then he unbelted his pants and dropped them to the floor, unveiling a long and thick black cock. I was so turned on watching this black Adonis move between my wife’s legs, stick his hard cock at her entrance, and start thrusting inside of her. His cock was at fully depth inside her wet, warm, velvety cunt. I loved watching his muscular buttocks tensing and releasing as he rode my wife, and hearing her moans and groans of pleasure. She was shuddering, arching her back, grunting like an animal as she took the pleasure he was giving her.
“Do it baby,” my wife pleaded. “Fuck me hard and come inside of me. Fill me with your black sperm. Give me your baby!”
I was masturbating at that point, and her words were such a turn on that I reached my climax, shooting my semen into the air and onto the floor. I continued pulling on my penis as the two of them kissed in a post-coital embrace. Soon Madison was suckling on his big cock, her eyes locked on mine as she worshipped his manhood with her mouth, bringing him to full staff again. My wife then rode on top of her black lover, rubbing her crotch against him as she praised his big, thick cock.
Since that first encounter, Madison has dated countless men. She has had a steady boyfriend during almost our entire marriage, and roughly half of her lovers were black. But regardless of race, she loves men who are well-hung “bad boys,” with great bodies, a violent temperament, and an arrogant demeanor. I can tell that other women love them as well, from the looks they give her men, and I can’t help but admire them. Deep down I think we all know that those men are the strongest and best, the ones who are fittest for breeding and who make the best biological fathers for children.
Over the years, Madison has become quite a little cock hound. She calls herself hopelessly boy crazy and eager in bed, and she’s been a wonderful wife and a great mother to our children. I couldn’t ask for anything more in a wife!
MY WIFE’S BLACK BOYFRIEND
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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When I first suggested that my wife Ava date other men, she didn’t believe I was serious. The more we talked about it, though, she realized I was serious. Ava was playing with my manhood, which was very hard given the situation, and she smiled at me.
“I’ll think about it,” Ava said.
Two weekends later, Ava and I hit out favorite bar. It was pretty quiet that night but I noticed a black man sitting by himself at the bar. The guy appeared to be in his mid-fifties, but he kept himself in great shape. I noticed that he was checking out Ava’s legs and breasts, and she noticed his attention as well. At one point he introduced himself as Jeoffrey, and he seemed like a nice guy. But even as we talked, I was picturing him in bed with my wife. I asked my wife whether she was interested in playing with him and she nodded.
Once the bar announced last call, I invited Jeoffrey back to our place. He didn’t believe us at first, but then he realized we were serious and he agreed. Once we got home, he soon was all over my wife. Soon they were both naked. When he stripped down, I realized he wasn’t as muscular as his broad shoulders had suggested, but the guy had a large cock – it must have been nine inches long, twice the length of my penis, and it was quite girthy. Ava gasped when she saw it and wrapped her hands around it adoringly.
“It’s beautiful, Ethan,” my wife said, grinning. “He’s got a big one!”
“Give her that big cock,” I said. “I want to see you putting it inside my wife.” I felt jealous of the guy, but at the same time my smaller penis was incredibly hard at the idea. Jeoffrey smirked as he glanced at my much smaller tool.
Ava tried to roll one of my condoms over the head of his prick. She had great difficulty getting it on, given the size of his manhood, and eventually I told her not to bother.
“Okay, honey, if you insist,” my wife replied, shrugging.
She pulled her black lover up against her, and as they kissed standing up, he aimed his cock right at her entrance and pushed himself inside. It went inside easily, all nine inches of black steel. I felt pain in my gut as I watched the look of ecstasy on my wife’s face as he slowly thrusted inside her. Ava was sopping wet, and his cock made a slurping sound with each stroke. I was masturbating as I watched the two of them together.
Ava was in another world, her eyes vacant as she moaned in pleasure. Her black lover picked up the pace, his big cock a blur inside of her. Soon he bent her over the bed to take my wife doggy style, her large booty up in the air for him as she offered herself freely. I loved watching him pound her hard and fast, her cheeks wobbling at bit as his body slapped against hers. Suddenly Jeoffrey pulled out and shot his load all over my wife’s lower back, stroking his cock as he delivered his load. Watching that erotic scene caused me to climax, too.
After that encounter, Jeoffrey began to visit Ava on the regular. At first we bought a box of extra-large condoms, but later we all got tested and showed that we were clean. From that point forward, he began to finish inside of my wife. They go out on dates sometimes, then come home for some sexy time. On other occasions, Jeoffrey stops by late at night just for sex, and then he leaves. I love to follow up after them.
“Now it’s your turn,” Ava would say, smiling. Her cunt would be red and swollen, her crotch glistening from her arousal, a trickle of white semen dripping out of her. I’d slide in between her creamy legs, licking and sucking on her cream pie, cleaning her completely. Having reclaimed her pussy, I would then move on top of her, slip my penis inside of her and fill her spent cunt with my cream.
My wife’s black boyfriend has added so much to our marriage. We’re having sex more frequently than we had in years, and she loves intercourse with a well-endowed man. My favorite part is the cream pies. I only wish we’d started doing it sooner!
MY WIFE’S BLACK FRIEND WITH BENEFITS
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 Emily and I’m writing this to share with you an experience I had with my husband Ryan a few weeks ago. I know Ryan would love to know that men all around the country are fantasizing about me and our little adventure.
For weeks, Ryan had been asking me about an affair I had with a guy before we got married, back when it wasn’t clear that we were exclusive. One detail I’d mentioned was that the guy was black and that really got Ryan’s engine running. There was a black stud at his office named Kincade would was bedding all the single women in the office, as well as some of the married ones, and Ryan wanted to know if I’d be interested in meeting him. I saw his picture and thought he looked quite handsome, but I told him that I wasn’t sure. I didn’t want my husband to think I’m a slut!
But then one night Ryan comes home from a night at the strip club and I’m all ready for him, wearing lingerie, stockings, high heels and perfume. I walk up and kiss him, and soon I’m performing oral on him. Normally he will tell me to stop well before he came, but that time I’m surprised by a blast of warm semen in my mouth. I didn’t mind and happily swallowed it.
“How about a nice, hard cock to please you?” Ryan asked.
“That sounds really nice,” I replied.
Suddenly in walks Kincade, fully naked, and tugging on a huge uncircumcised black cock. That thing was shaped just like my husband’s but it was a few inches longer and thick to match. He didn’t shave his hair, either. I don’t know if that’s a black thing or what, as the black guy I’d dated before my marriage didn’t shave either.
I quickly decided to just roll with it. I took that beautiful cock in my mands and began to rub the shaft, and loved the way the foreskin would pull back to reveal a swollen purple head. I kissed the head of his cock, massaging it with my tongue and my full lips.
Ryan was watching the whole time, sitting there tugging on his little thing. I put on my best show for him, licking the black stud’s balls and running my hands up his washboard stomach while telling him how hot he looked. My hubby didn’t last long before he squirted off a second time, just moments before my black lover filled my mouth with sperm.
That was just the beginning of the night. Kincade stayed until early morning, and we had sex three times in every possible position, each time ending with that black hunk filling my willing tunnel with his gorgeous sperm, while Ryan watched and masturbated.
This weekend Kincade is coming back, and my husband says we’re going to do a threesome. I’ve never done a threesome with another man before, and I’m so excited just thinking about it. I normally don’t do anal sex, but I’m really excited about having both holes filled at the same time. Even better would be to give a guy oral at the same time. If it goes well, I’ll ask Ryan if he can set that up!
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nbsp; TWO MEN ONE 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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Although I don’t consider myself gay or bisexual, I’m not one to turn down a good time. I guess you might call me “heteroflexible.” I never anticipated being involved with another man, but my wife Isabella recently had an encounter that changed our lives forever.
We were hanging out at the pool at our condo complex when a black guy walked up to the pool and all the ladies’ heads turned. He was twenty-something, well-built with a handsome face and a tattoo of a Chinese dragon going down his left arm. Isabella was definitely checking him out.
“You like him, don’t you?” I asked.
“I think he’s hot,” she said, lowering her sunglasses. “Don’t you, Matt?”
I had to admit that he was good looking in a classical sense. Later on, my wife decided to put down her magazine and take a dip in the pool. She was slowly walking into the water. Right then, the black guy was tossing a Nerf football with a young boy, and he missed a pass and it splashed water all over Isabella, making her jump.
“Sorry about that,” he said in a deep, sexy voice. “Bad throw.”
He introduced himself as Sammy and said he was a friend of one of our neighbor Kevin. As they talked, I could see the clear attraction between the two of them. They chatted for the better part of an hour before leaving the pool. Not long after, Kevin showed up and Sammy got out of the pool, leaving with his friend.