MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  “I invited Sammy over to our house later tonight,” my wife said, drying herself off with a beach towel. “I told him that we have an open relationship and he’d like to get to know me better. And he wants to try a threesome.”

  In the past, Isabella had met guys for hookups at our house and I would go somewhere else. On a few occasions, the guy would permit me to watch. But I’d never had the chance to try a threesome with another man. I wasn’t interested in touching the guy, but being able to be a part of it while my wife is pleasured sounded very erotic.

  That night, Sammy showed up wearing long shorts and a basketball t-shirt. Isabella and I were sitting in the living room watching TV when he arrived. I was in the recliner when he sat down on the couch next to my wife. It wasn’t long before he put his arm around her, then they started kissing. The whole scene quickly turned erotic. I decided to turn on a porno movie for background, picking an interracial scene, while the two of them removed their clothes.

  Normally we’d have sex in the bedroom, and I wasn’t sure how the three of us would do this on the furniture. But soon Isabella was sucking on her lover’s penis. I’d expected it to be a lot longer but it was only about seven inches, just an inch longer than mine. I loved watching the little heart-shaped indent above my wife’s butt cheeks as she fellated her black lover. He was laying down on the couch, and after a while she got up on top of him, riding him in the cowgirl.

  I quickly removed my clothes and stroked my manhood, eager to join the fun. I got behind Isabella and slipped my turgid penis up inside of her. I’d often heard her groan during intercourse, but the sound she made with two cocks inside of her was different, more guttural. She truly seemed to be out of her mind with lust.

  “Oh God, baby,” she cooed. “This is unbelievable.” The two of us moved in unison, pounding both of her holes with speed and determination. After just a few minutes, I reached my climax, filling her asshole with my seed. After I pulled out, I went to the bathroom to wash myself clean. When I returned, my wife was now on her back, her black lover on top of her pounding her in the missionary position.

  My penis was only half-erect, but it slowly grew as I watched her breasts bouncing with each thrust. I knelt down beside the couch and sucked her nipples, while playing with her breasts.

  “I’m gonna come,” he announced, his face grimacing.

  “Do it, baby. Come on my breasts,” Isabella pleaded.

  Out of the corner I saw him moving off of her, and I realized that I was blocking the very place he was about to spray. I moved back to let him in, but just then he grabbed my face and pushed his cock inside of my mouth.

  “Mmmhfff!” For a split second I struggled, but his arms were so strong I couldn’t move. His warm, thick manhood was inside of me and I could taste my wife’s juices. In a split second, I decided to just give in, to swirl my tongue around his cockhead. I felt his cock swell even larger, and it began to pulse inside of my mouth. Sammy groaned deeply as he blasted my mouth with warm, sticky ropes of semen, and I swallowed it as best I could. He was gently thrusting inside of me, and I swallowed his sperm down my throat.

  Sammy smiled. “You like that, didn’t you? You like a nice cock inside your mouth?”

  I wiped my mouth clean with my forearm and caught my breath. “That was great. I’d never done that before, with a man like that.”

  Sammy then bent me over the couch, with my wife laying on the couch beneath me, as he took my anally. I was afraid that it would hurt but it really didn’t, and although I’m not gay I really enjoyed feeling that thick shaft rubbing inside of me. My penis was rubbing against my wife’s stomach, and it soon shot off all over her belly. Sammy lasted a while before he came again, this time pulling out and finishing on my ass.

  That encounter was the hottest encounter I’d ever had up until then. Isabella really enjoyed sharing her lover with me, and we had a number of threesomes and foursomes after that. It was life changing experience for both of us!

  THE BLACK COWBOY

  By Polly Andrea Busch

  Copyright 2015 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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  In 1872, life was difficult for us. I was thirty and my wife Millicent was twenty-eight and we had a large home on the plains of Oklahoma. We had been blessed with five children, but two years of dry weather had limited our harvests and the pigs had gone ill. With things looking rough, Millie suggested that we open our house to borders. I didn’t like the idea but we had no choice.

  At first we hosted an old gentleman who was staying with us after losing his house. After a few months, though, he left and moved to Cleveland. We were looking for another renter when I heard a knock on the front door. I answered it and standing on our porch was a large, strong negro. He tipped his hat.

  “Howdy, sir. Are you George Hanson?” he asked.

  “I am.” I looked him up and down. He was dusty, wearing a shirt, jeans and boots. He’d tied his horse up behind him. “Can I help you?”

  “I’m looking for a room.” He pointed at the sign. “It says you’re boarding.”

  “It’s $10 a night,” I said. It was such a high amount of money that I knew he wouldn’t be able to afford it. The best hotel in the area didn’t charge that much.

  He slowly walked forward and stood in front of me. He towered over me, with a strong muscular frame, but I stood my ground. Then he reached into his pocket, handed me a ten dollar bill and said, “I’ll pay your price.”

  I didn’t want him staying with us but I really had no choice. I’d made an offer and he accepted it. Besides, we needed every penny we could get. Soon we were having dinners with the negro. We learned that his name was Willie and he was a “shootist,” a gunslinger who worked for hire. I was surprised to see Millie looking in his direction sometimes when she thought nobody was looking, checking out his muscular frame. I wondered if she desired to have sex with the negro.

  “Do you know where I can find a brothel?” he asked me. I told him that I’d heard there was one a few hours away near the border but I’d never been there. He was disappointed that nothing was closer than that, but I was curious about his experience with the brothels. Willie told me that he would pay $40 for a night of passion with a lady. I was shocked by that. Later that night, I mentioned my conversation to Millie.

  “You know, honey,” she said, holding my hand, her fingers intertwined with mine. It was raining heavily outside, the raindrops tapping the ceiling. “We could really use $40 a night. He’s a very sexy man but I’m a married lady. I’m sure you wouldn’t want me doing that.”

  I looked over at her. I hated the idea of that negro having relations with my wife but if that money would really help us. Not only save the house but even get us more seed and pigs. We talked about it and decided that it was something we should do. The next day, I told Willie that if he was interested in Millie, she would service him for $50 a night. I knew that was ten dollars more than he was used to paying but he smiled broadly. “Yes, sir. That will do just fine.”

  Three or four times a week, I would sleep in the boys’ room while Willie would sleep with Millie in our bed. I could hear the sound of the bed squeaking and Millie moaning as he gave it to her. She was usually so quiet with me but she groaned and grunted, telling him that his manhood was so large and felt so good inside her. The boys looked at me but I just shushed them, telling them to go to sleep.

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sp; Months later, Millie learned she was pregnant. We weren’t sure who the father might be, but when she gave birth to a negro baby, it was scandal in town. I insisted to everybody that it was my baby, though they didn’t believe me. A year later she gave birth to a second negro baby. A few months after that baby, Willie rode off, hired to kill a murdered in the Dakotas. We haven’t seen him since. But the money he paid us helped save our family when we needed it. The farm is doing better than ever and we’ve even hired two negro workmen to help in the fields. Millie asked if I’d considered making the same offer to those workmen, $50 a night for her company. I was happy when she asked. Truth is, I’d been fantasizing about that for months.

  WHITE FATHER OF BLACK BABIES

  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 my wife Bailey told me she was pregnant, I was ecstatic. Although we weren’t really ready yet for children and we were using condoms for birth control, I knew that they’re not always effective and that a pregnancy was still a possibility. And I was happy to have our first child on the way.

  At the hospital, when our son was born, the hospital staff acted very strangely at the birth. I was with my wife on the other side of the curtain so I couldn’t see it, but they were murmuring about something. When they asked me to come and cut the cord, that’s when I realized what was so unusual: the baby was black. Not even a light skinned mulatto but a fairly dark one.

  When Bailey saw the baby, she was shocked. “Oh my God,” she said, holding her newborn. She seemed stunned, like she didn’t know what to do or say. Later on, as our friends and family came to visit, there was a lot of private whispering with my wife. I didn’t say anything until we got the baby home, but then I felt that I had to confront her.

  “I admit it,” she said, crying as she breast fed our son. “I had an affair.” She claimed she only knew him as “Jay Ron” but he was tall, strong and black. When she called him after the birth, he yelled that he wasn’t the father and never to call him again. For some reason, although it made me jealous, the whole idea of the affair turned me on. I pressed her for details. She didn’t really want to share them but finally admitted that the guy had a huge cock, much longer than my average-sized four inches, and that sex with Jay Ron was the best she’d ever had. “I immensely enjoyed every session that we had in bed but I never wanted to hurt you. I never meant to get pregnant by him, but he wouldn’t use condoms. I love you, Tristan, and I don’t want to lose you!”

  We talked about what we were going to do. Eventually we decided that the best thing to do is to tell everybody that I’m half African myself, though I don’t look it, and that we did a DNA test that proves he’s my son. A lot of people didn’t want to believe it but when we told them about the DNA test, they accepted it (or at least pretended to for our sake).

  Once we were over that hurdle, we were actually free now as a couple. Once she was far enough from the birth to have sex again, she was soon eager for another black lover. She found her next lover, Detreece, using a dating app. Like Jay Ron, her new lover was tall, muscular, dominant, intelligent, well-endowed and black. Bailey would bring him over to our apartment a few times a week. I’d watch the baby downstairs while they would go upstairs and have sex, and I’d get turned on hearing Bailey’s cries of joy as he gave her powerful and plentiful orgasms. When they were finished, her black lover would leave the house, never staying the night. Later on I would cuddle with Bailey in bed, sometimes slipping on a condom and taking sloppy seconds.

  After Detreece was Lamont, followed by Karl, Montrell, Damian and Darius. Bailey didn’t intentionally have one baby by each lover, but we were both happy that it worked out that way. They were kind of a reminder of her past relationships. The great thing is that, because our first baby was black, we didn’t need to explain each subsequent birth. Everybody just accepted that we’d had another black baby, and knew that we’d provide a loving family for them.

  Right now, Bailey says she doesn’t want any more kids. “Seven is plenty,” she says. But her newest lover, Kordell, really wants her to have his baby. For my part, I’m encouraging her with her new relationship and just trying to support her, watching the kids while they spending sexy time together. Bailey knows that if she carries Kordell’s baby I’ll be the father, ready and willing to take care of it financially and in every other way. I can’t wait to see how this develops!

  SEDUCED BY A BLACK VAMPIRE

  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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  “What is that?” Lillian said, looking out the cabin window. It was raining outside and there was something moving behind the trees. And she was alone.

  It was her husband Max’s idea. He thought that spending a couple nights alone in a nice cottage would help them rekindle their love life. It was also, hopefully, going to make a baby. Although they were both in their late twenties with no children, their love life had already dwindled due to Max’s work commitments. He said he’d be there this weekend, though. Then his boss called and he had to take his laptop and make an emergency run into town to find an internet connection. He’d left an hour ago and Lillian was still in her lingerie and robe.

  Knock, knock. She turned and looked at the door. There shouldn’t be anybody anywhere around. Who could possibly be knocking.

  “It’s me, honey.” Max’s voice. “Let me in.”

  A wave of relief swept through her and Lillian unlocked the front door. When the door swung open, there was nobody standing there, and she saw something small and black swoop into the room. Was it a bird? She turned around and saw a bat fluttering around the room.

  “What should I do?” Lillian wondered. She wasn’t going to run outside into the rain but she didn’t want to be in a room with a bat, either. She started to cower against the wall.

  Then, suddenly, the bat disappeared. Standing where it had been was a tall, handsome black man. He had broad shoulders, a strong physique, and he was nicely dressed.

  Lillian freaked out. “Who are you? What’s going on?”

  The black man smiled. “I’m Kadrick. And I’m a vampire.”

  “A vampire? Don’t be ridiculous. Vampires don’t exist.”

  “They do in your dreams,” Kadrick replied. He took a step closer. “You took a nap on the bearskin rug by the fire waiting for your husband to return home. I’m literally the man of your dreams, the guy you really want to have sex with.” Suddenly, a bouquet of roses appeared in his hand.

  Lillian was unsure what to believe. It didn’t feel like a dream at all and she didn’t remember laying down by the fire, though one was crackling in the fireplace.

  “You have nothing to be afraid of,” he said, handing her the flowers. “It’s j
ust a dream. There’s nothing wrong with having sex with another man in your dreams.”

  Lillian still felt unsure but she accepted the flowers. She looked real. She smelled them and the scent seemed real. But this man was, truth be told, the kind of man she truly was attracted to. He was taller and stronger than Max, but she’d always had a thing for black men. Lillian had never dated men just for pleasure but if she were that kind of girl, she’d have dated a few black men before settling down.

  Kadrick walked up to her and began kissing her. Lillian kissed him back, and she ran her hands all over his body. She loved the feel of his muscular body and the spicy scent of his cologne. Soon he had her naked down to her white panties, and she was unzipping his jeans. She could see his manhood straining against his underwear and she knew he was better endowed than Max. When she pulled down his jeans and underwear down to his ankles, Kadrick’s long, thick cock was pointing right at her. It had to be ten inches long of thick dark chocolate.

  “Goodness it’s big,” Lillian said.

  “Put it in your mouth for me,” he said.

  “I’m not really good at this.” Lillian took his cock in her hands. “I don’t do this with my husband.” She put it in her mouth. She could taste his body, and loved the feeling of his hardness covered with soft skin. She flicked her tongue over his cock and he moaned in appreciation.

  It didn’t last long, though, before he had her lay down on the bearskin rug. She lifted her hips as her black lover hooked his fingers into the sides of her waistband, and he pulled her panties off of her. When his mouth reach her womanhood, she loved the feeling of his warm breath on her and the feeling of his tongue licking and his mouth sucking. She groaned in pleasure when he stuck in a couple of fingers and thrust them inside of her, touching her g-spot.

  Then he lay beside her, spooning against her, and slipped his huge cock inside of her pussy. She was worried at first that she couldn’t take all of it, but he kept inching it inside of her and soon he was inside of her balls deep. It was no contest, her husband’s little penis giving nothing of the pleasure that this thick black rod was giving her. It gave her an incredible feeling of fullness, not to mention rubbing her g-spot with every movement, and it filled her so tightly that her clit was pulled down and rubbing against his shaft with each stroke.