MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance
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She craned her neck back and they kissed as her black lover pounded her relentlessly. His hands caressed her body, adoring her beautiful body, and soon she felt an amazing sensation well up inside of her. It started with her groin and lower back, then shot up and down her spine and out to her limbs. It was the grandmother of all orgasms, and it seemed to go on forever, rolling from orgasm to orgasm as he thrusted harder and faster. He switched into the full missionary position and it was clear from his breathing that he was going to cum. Soon he pushed himself balls deep inside of her. She felt his cock jerking inside of her, his balls twitching against her ass cheeks, as he shot millions of his black seed inside of her, just as she had yet another strong orgasm. She felt herself lose consciousness.
Awhile later, she awoke on the bearskin rug to the sound of Max’s truck pulling up outside. Her body was naked, and a trail of white cream oozed out of her pussy. Oh no! Lillian got up, grabbed her lingerie and ran into the bathroom. She quickly jumped into the shower and rinsed off, hoping to remove all signs of her earlier coupling. When she got out, she got back into her white lingerie and greeted Max.
“Hey baby,” Max said, smiling. “It’s all taken care of. We’re free.” He put his arms around his wife and they began kissing. Then he walked her over to the bearskin rug and they made love.
WHITE FILLY AND DARK STALLION
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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From the outset of our marriage, Olivia was clear that she’d have lovers on the side, as many as she desired. This was the agreement she was offering, and I would either accept it or she’d find another man to marry. I've always liked a woman who goes after what she desires, and I accepted her terms without hesitation.
We never really had a sex life together. I tried to make love to her, but my penis is on the small side and she didn’t find it pleasurable. She said it tickled her and was irritating. Plus, I felt angry at myself for doing it wrong, and neither of us wanted that frustration.
On our Jamaican honeymoon, Olivia sent me out to find her a well-hung, and preferably black lover to take care of her physical needs. I found a tall, muscular black man and I asked him if he’d like a drink. His name was John and we had a good chat, and the conversation soon turned to sex. I explained that it was my honeymoon but my tiny boyhood is far too small to please my beautiful bride, and she needed a man with respectable-sized equipment to satisfy her. John offered his services to take care of my wife in bed. I was very aroused by the whole conversation, realizing this was actually happening, and I asked him to come with me into the hotel.
Once at our room, I unlocked the door and saw Olivia on the bed using her large black vibrator on herself, thrusting it inside her wet snatch. John smiled as we walked inside.
“Honey, I found a man for you.”
Olivia looked shocked, but then she smiled as she saw the handsome black stud. “Good job, Nick. I thought you’d never find a way to please me in bed, but you just did!”
John slipped into bed with Olivia, kissing her and running his hands all over her body. She held his strong body with her little white hands, and she cast me a naughty smile. I tugged excitedly on my little penis as I watched the show from the foot of the bed. They quickly removed each other’s clothes, going at it like crazy. John’s big black hands were caressing my wife’s white skin all over, grabbing her buttocks as he licked her breasts. Kissing her, he got on top of her.
For a bit, he rubbed his massive ten-inch cock up and down my wife’s entrance, then he finally pushed himself inside her thirsty hole. The sight of that dark black cock sliding inside of her pretty pink pussy is one I’ll never forget. I couldn’t take it, and soon I shot my load onto the floor.
Olivia was screaming, begging him to pound her harder, her body arching in ecstasy as she orgasmed from his powerful moves. After a bit, they switched to doggy style (Olivia’s favorite) and she continued her series of climaxes. Finally John announced he was near his climax, and he pushed in deep, filling my wife with his sperm. I reached my second climax at the same time, with a little bit of boy juice leaking from my tiny tool. Afterward, the two of them kissed and caressed while sharing sexy talk.
That was Olivia’s first black lover. After we returned to the States, she said she wanted a black boyfriend to service her on the regular. Since that time, she’s enjoyed black meat from a number of different men. She always picks men who are tall, strong, confident, intelligent and well-hung. After she’s been serviced by them, she likes for me to clean her and please her with my tongue. She says that after receiving a powerful dicking, it feels good to have a gentle warm tongue bathing to clean and please her.
I know that there are other men who share this lifestyle. I’d like to hear their stories and share mine with them. I’m especially interested in men whose wives have gotten pregnant by their black boyfriends and who have raised the black babies as their own. Olivia is talking about doing this and I’m very excited by the possibility, but also a little concerned. I want to be the best father I can be for them!
PREGNANT BY MY 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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My name is Kara. I’ve been married for eight years to Noah, and he’s the most wonderful man in the world. We have three children and we’re expecting our fourth child in August. This child will be special, not only because it will be our first boy but because this child will be black.
Although Noah is a kind and wonderful person, and he’s a good provider, but he’s not really the best looking guy around. He doesn’t have the strong, muscular body that I find so attractive. I knew when we were first dating that something was missing. Sexually, our relationship felt “hollow.” It wasn’t that he couldn’t bring me to orgasm – he sometimes did – but even when I orgasmed I still felt like I wasn’t satisfied. My body simply wanted more than he had to offer. And I’m not just talking about his penis size, which is a problem – he’s only four inches long – but just in general he’s not a manly kind of guy.
We’d been dating for a couple months when I met Rick, a handsome older guy with a great body. He was hitting on me pretty hard and I loved the attention, and I knew I was going to end up sleeping with him. I felt terrible and wondered if I should just break up with Noah. But I decided to do the right thing. I sat down with Noah and explained my feelings to him, and that I needed to have other lovers like Rick. I also told him that I wanted my children fathered by strong, handsome men like Rick. Although I could sense his discomfort at the idea, Noah agreed that he wanted us to stay together as a couple and he’d support my desire to have other lovers.
Things went swimmingly from there. I would go out on dates wi
th Rick and I’d come home well-used, filled with my lover’s seed. Noah was always eager, even desperate to see me when I’d arrive home, and he’d eat my pussy clean before rolling a condom over his little thing and rubbing it inside of me until he climaxed. I think he liked the idea of my lovers even more than I did!
We were married for two years when I went off the pill and had Rick’s baby. My second baby was by another lover, Brendan. The third was by Jay. All of my children’s fathers were tall, strong, handsome, arrogant, well-equipped, masculine, sexy and sexual. They are the kind of men that women desire and other men respect. Noah loved and admired all of my lovers, but he hated them, too. It was an interesting dynamic. It was most obvious with Jay, my lover who was Noah’s polar opposite. He hated Jay the most, but he loved to see me with Jay more than any of my other lovers.
After the birth of our first child, I suggested to Noah that he get a vasectomy since I wasn’t going to have his children. He replied that it would lessen his enjoyment if he did that. He preferred being able to impregnate me but knowing that he wasn’t allowed. I shrugged. That was fine with me.
My current steady is black. When my husband learned that I was dating Antwonne, he was very nervous. He was afraid that I might get pregnant with a black baby.
“I’d be so humiliated,” he said. “Everybody would know that I’m not the father.”
At the same time, though, I could tell that the idea had him very turned on. His little thing would get so hard and it just oozed sperm. His little nut sack was boiling over, knowing that his wife’s womb was going to get filled with a black man’s sperm. I would give him a nice hand job before my dates, telling him about how great it would when my belly swells with Antwonne’s baby.
Recently Antwonne got arrested for a parole violation but we’re hoping he’ll be out of prison in time for the birth. A lot of women have to worry about paying their bills when their baby daddies are unemployed or incarcerated. Two of my children’s fathers are incarcerated at the moment, and only one of them is employed. All of them drink alcohol and use hard drugs. They might not make good parents or providers, but that’s where Noah comes in. Between my husband and my lovers, I have it all!
THE FAULT IN OUR STUD
By Polly Andrea Busch
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The past year my wife Kaitlyn has been dating a handsome black guy named Tyreese. She describes him as a super lover and says he does thing for her that I never could. If the guy had any fault, I would say that it’s the fact that he has never let me watch them together.
“I’ve asked him, Jack,” my wife explained as we were laying in bed. “Tyreese doesn’t want another man anywhere near him.”
“But I wouldn’t touch him or anything,” I replied. “I just want to see you getting pleasured by him.” Normally, when she’d come home from her dates, Kaitlyn would lay down on our bed and spread out her legs, revealing her semen-soaked love nest. I would then lick and suck on her, sticking my tongue in as deep as possible to clean out every drop while she described her encounters in detail, then I’d take up station on top of her and do her in the missionary position. I would always get so hard listening to her descriptions that I wouldn’t last long at all.
One thing we’ve tried recently, though, was having Kaitlyn call me on her phone just as she’s about to get into bed with Tyreese. She’s put her phone on speaker and then I mute at my end. That way I can hear everything but they can’t hear me. Even so, I try not to make a sound, sitting there quietly listening at home sitting on the bed, masturbating like crazy.
“That’s right, baby,” my wife would coo. “Give me that thick, black cock of yours. Ten inches of virile black meat. It feels so much better than my husband’s little thing. He’s only four inches long. That’s barely enough to tickle a woman. But your cock feels so good inside of me. I feel filled when you thrust inside of me, baby.”
I knew that she was saying that for my benefit, but her dirty talk still turned me on.
“Yeah, bitch,” Tyreese said in his deep black voice. “You like that black cock, don’cha? Yeah, I got what you need. You want a nice guy to pay the bills for you and a big dicked bad boy to give you a good fucking.”
“Yes, baby!” I could tell from Kaitlyn’s voice that she was nearing her climax. “Give me that big black cock! Come inside of me, baby. Put a black baby in my womb!”
When I heard that, I immediately exploded. A firm squirt of liquid popped into the air, and the rest of my stuff dribbled down my hand. I continued tugging on my boyhood until I’d finished completely. Then I went to the bathroom as I cleaned up. While I was in there, I heard Tyreese groan in orgasm as he filled my bride with his come.
“Come inside me, baby,” my wife slowly, softly pleaded over his grunts. “That’s right, come inside of me. Every drop of your sperm inside of me. That’s right, baby.”
“I love you,” Tyreese said.
“I love you, too. I love you madly!”
I’ve only listened to them that one time, but since it was such a success we’re going to do it again. I still hope that one day I’ll get to be there in person, watching my bride get taken by her handsome, sexy black stud. One can always dream!
MY MEXICAN WIFE LOVES BLACK GUYS
By Polly Andrea Busch
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My name is Diego. I am thirty-four years old and the father of nine children. My wife Valentina is a devout Catholic and refuses to use birth control. Although I’m not that religious, I respect her devotion to her faith.
That is not to say that my Valentina is a perfect Catholic. The Church teaches that sex outside of marriage is a sin but my wife has a boyfriend. In fact, she has had a steady lover during almost our entire marriage. Sometimes she is dating more than one man at a time. The worst part, though, is that she prefers black men.
At first I didn’t know that Valentina was cheating on me. I saw some signs, like she stopped being interested in making love. Then I saw on her computer that she was communicating with another guy named Deandre. I found blurry pictures of them together in a hotel. One showed my wife taking off her shirt, another showed a muscular black man with broad shoulders and tattoos, and then a picture of my wife sucking the head of his cock while looking up into the camera. I was shocked not only because they black guy’s cock is so much longer and thicker than my five inch penis, but she never gives me oral sex because she says it’s degrading.
When I confronted Valentina, she admitted that she was seeing Deandre but she refused to stop. She said she needed to be with a strong, macho man and I was too nice to turn her on.
“You are a good man, Diego,” she said. “You are a good husband but I need a man who is
strong and powerful.”
I began to sleep on the couch but she continued to date her boyfriend. About a month later, she learned that she was pregnant. I was pretty sure that Deandre was the father. When our first son was born black, I was humiliated. I told my family and I thought they would support me. But they said that marriage is for life and they don’t believe in divorce, and I should work it out with Valentina.
After the birth of our son, Deandre wanted to try for a girl. My wife gave birth to another boy and then a girl. Not long after that, Deandre was arrested on drug-related charges and I was happy to get my wife back. It didn’t last long, though. Soon she met Jemal, a handsome black playboy who lives in our apartment building. He became the father of our second daughter.
My wife didn’t intend to get pregnant only by her lovers. We have sex without using rubbers every week or two, but so far I haven’t managed to give her a baby. She dates her boyfriend usually three or four times a week and sex is always part of it. Sometimes they just come by my house, sleep with Valentina, and then they leave.
I have to work long hours to provide for my nine children. My wife is pregnant again, this time with twins. She thinks that I might be the father of the children she’s carrying, but she doubts it. There are two other men who she’s slept with more frequently than me. At least one of the guys is Salvadorian, though, so at least people might think I’m the father!
NAUGHTY CHURCH GIRL
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.