MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  Alyssa ordered her usual Cosmo and I requested a mojito. Sipping it, I noticed it was very strong. The three of us sat on one of the couches with Orlando in the middle, and we chatted about our husbands and children. Orlando told us about his fast-paced life in the music industry. Honestly, I was very turned on by him – his look, scent, personality, his accomplishments – everything about him. By the time we finished our drinks, Alyssa and I were both smashed. Orlando put his arm around me, leaned in and kissed me. In the state I was in, I kissed him back. The experience was magical. I felt like electricity was shooting through every inch of my body.

  The black hunk removed his shirt and then turned to my friend. They kissed, then Alyssa asked Orlando to unzip her gown. Soon Alyssa was wearing just her lingerie. I asked him for help, too. He got behind me, placed his strong black hands around my waist, and instead of unzipping me he kissed my neck. It felt so erotic and I just closed my eyes, enjoying that moment. He finally unzipped my gown and I shimmied out. Now Alyssa and I were wearing just bras, panties, stockings and garter belts. At that point I realized that we were having a threesome with this wealthy black stud. I’d never done a threesome before but I was eager to learn.

  He took us into one of the suite’s bedrooms. Orlando removed his jeans, now wearing only a pair of boxers, and we sat down on the bed. We were sitting on either side of him, and we both started kissing and fondling him. I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his underwear, and I knew he was well-equipped. I put a hand on his crotch the entire time we necked, trying my best to get him fully erect.

  I could resist no longer and pulled down the waistband of his underwear, unleashing his mighty black cock. When I saw it, I literally gasped. It looked like one of those huge fake dildos they sell at adult stores as gag gifts, but this thing was real. His cock had to be a good ten inches long and as thick as a tennis ball! I seldom give my husband a blowjob, but then his little thumb-sized peener doesn’t exactly inspire my lust. But Orlando’s strong, tall, mighty manhood was such a turn on, and I wanted to do anything to please and satisfy it. I leaned over and sucked on his cock.

  From the corner of my eye, I saw my friend’s bra fall to the floor as the black man’s cock filled my mouth. His masculine scent and flavor got me even more excited, and I really loved the contrast of his hard maleness beneath his velvety black skin. I licked and sucked, all the while playing with his testicles. His big black balls were a solid match for his cock, also oversized and no doubt packing gallons of virile sperm to impregnate white ladies like us. Orlando moaned as I orally pleasured him, but soon he asked me to stop. I tossed aside my bra and panties, and now wore nothing but a garter and stockings.

  Orlando got down on the bed and I got on top of him. Alyssa crouched over his mouth, holding the back of the bed while he at her pussy. I held his huge black cock, rubbed it on my pussy lips to wet it, then I lowered myself onto it. As I rode that black stud, I went a little deeper with each movement. His cock was so much bigger than my husbands, and it felt simply amazing. I felt full inside, and I especially enjoyed feeling the plum-sized head rubbing my g-spot as I slid up and down.

  It wasn’t long before we flipped over and Orlando plowed me missionary style. I locked my legs around his waist, begging him to come inside me. Although I use a diaphragm for birth control, I didn’t bring it with me because I hadn’t planned on having sex. But it had been just a week since my last period and I felt pretty sure that I wasn’t fertile. Orlando climaxed, pushing deep inside me, and I felt his cock pulsing as he shot his sperm into my womb. We kissed passionately as he remained inside, the last of his black baby batter seeping out of that mighty cock to fill me completely.

  After only a couple minutes, our black lover was hard again. This time Orlando fucked Alyssa doggy style while I watched. It took him a good fifteen minutes to ejaculate, and he brought her off repeatedly before that. The three of us took a nap in the luxurious bed, cuddling together as we napped. When we woke a couple hours later, we quickly got dressed and returned to our hotel room.

  Frankly, I felt a little embarrassed about what we’d done and didn’t want to tell anybody about it. But when our friends arrived that night, Alyssa told all the details to everyone. The other girls were shocked, excited and jealous. Megan, the future bride, had a glimmer in her eyes and half-jokingly talked about paying a visit to Orlando herself.

  Our time with Orlando was a wild start to the weekend, but it only got wilder from there!

  SEDUCED BY HER 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 wife Sierra turned to me. “Honey, what do you think about opening up our marriage?” I wasn’t completely surprised by the question. We’re in our mid-twenties and healthy, but our love life had become predictable and boring. And although she claimed she’d only been with five guys, I’d heard rumors Sierra had been promiscuous in college. I figured she was itching for more than I could give her.

  I communicated to Sierra that I would support her having other lovers. We laid down some ground rules, though. For example, I needed to know who, what, when and where. After that conversation, my wife soon had a profile on dating apps and web sites. She advertized herself as a happily married woman looking for variety to spice up her love life.

  In just a few months, my wife was balancing four boyfriends (fuck buddies if you ask me) who she saw on a regular basis. They sometimes would go on dates but they’re certainly not exclusive to her and she’s not exclusive to them.

  In addition to her boyfriends, Sierra was meeting new guys. Sometimes they were one night stands. Other times she was testing them to see if they’d make good regular lovers. I’d estimate she was sleeping with three different men a week, and we’d make love about three times a month.

  The one lover of Sierra’s who stands out from the others was Murphy, a tall, strong black man in his late thirties. The guy has a great body, but matched with a cruel and domineering personality and a violent temper. Murphy was always angering Sierra, but she would forgive him because the sex with him was the best. “The sexual chemistry is amazing,” she said.

  It wasn’t just his big, eight-inch cock. Sierra admired and adored his strength and power, as he would control the situation at all times. While Sierra was usually dominant around me, she was totally submissive in the presence of her black bull. Murphy was simply that kind of guy, commanding respect and admiration from everyone around him. In fact, we knew three other white wives who were being serviced by Murphy. In each case, their husbands naturally respected and obeyed him.

  “A man can just sense when another man is superior,” Sierra once said to me. “Muphy is the kind of guy that other men respect and women desire.”

  The thing I loved (and hated) most about Murphy was that he’d always keep pushing the boundaries. He was never satisfied to merely take what he wanted – he always needed to push further, to take even more.

  “Have you ever had your ass taken before?” Muphy asked me one night. We were standing in the kitchen not long after they’d come home from the bar.

  “Hey, I’m not gay,” I replied. “I’ve never had sex with a man.”

  “You’re not gay?” Murphy said angrily. “Bullshit. You’re gay for me tonight. You’re gonna be my bitch!”

  “I think that would be so hot,” my wife said
sexily to me. “I’d love to see you taken by another man.”

  Murphy had me follow him into our bedroom. Reluctantly I obeyed him, with my wife following behind. He unbuckled his jeans and dropped his shorts, wearing nothing but a shirt and gold necklace at that point. His thick ebony cock stood firm and glorious, beckoning me.

  “Down on the floor, boy,” he ordered. “Suck that black cock.”

  I glanced over at Sierra, who smiled and nodded. “You’re going to love sucking him,” she said. “A cock like that is just so beautiful, so powerful and manly.” I stepped up to him but he stopped me.

  “Take off all your clothes.” I stripped naked, throwing my clothes to the floor, kneeling in front of Muphy. His long, thick cock sported a huge purple head and had a large sack slung below. His massive equipment dwarfed my thin five incher, and it made me feel humiliated, like less of a man. It was true, though; I wasn’t a man at all compared to this strong, black stud. I should have been jealous of him but I found myself simply admiring him, loving his beautiful body and strong dominant personality. He had it all – great looks, huge muscles, broad shoulders, and a huge cock. Muphy’s so-called “weaknesses,” like his bad temper and violent past, were in fact unappreciated strengths. He was an incredible male specimen overflowing with power and masculinity.

  “Watch those teeth,” my wife said helpfully as she stood near the door. “Keep your tongue flat when you have a cock in your mouth.” I opened wide and accepted his huge manhood inside of my mouth. I could only take the head and a few inches of the shaft, but I started to bob up and down. I licked his shaft, flicked my tongue over his purple head, and I sucked him some more. Murphy threw his big black paws around my head, holding me in place, pulling my head toward him as he moaned.

  “Yeah, that’s right, bitch. Suck that cock. You like it don’t you? You’re a little slut for black cock.”

  “Mmm hmmm,” I murmured. I looked into his eyes, my mouth filled completely. It was the truth. I loved giving him pleasure, using my mouth to fulfill his desires. I was salivating as I reached up and massaged his nut sack.

  “Don’t touch the balls,” he said.

  I didn’t know if I did it wrong, maybe touching him too hard. But I followed his instructions. I placed my hands on his big, strong thighs and I pumped my mouth up and down on his manhood. Murphy was rocking his hips, pushing his cock in and out of my mouth at a rapid pace.

  “That’s enough,” he said. He pushed my head away, which shocked me. “Get onto the bed. Bend over so I can fuck that sweet girly ass of yours.” I rose to my feet, wiped my face, and did as he instructed. My body was laying on the comforter with my ass up in the air. I sensed his big black body behind me, his huge cock threatening to penetrate my asshole.

  “Here’s the lube,” Sierra said, handing Murphy a bottle. I heard a squirting sound and felt cold liquid on my asshole. I turned around and saw Murphy lubing up his huge cock. I felt conflicted, worried about how big his cock was and whether it would hurt. I wanted to run, but at the same time I really wanted to experience that huge, manly cock inside of me. I wanted that amazing stud open me up and take his pleasure with my weak, feminine body.

  Murphy tossed the bottle back to Sierra. “Now it’s time for a tight, ass-clenching fuck.” I felt his big strong hands grab my waist, and I knew he was about to take my cherry.

  “Relax, honey,” Sierra said. “You need to relax your sphincter, like you’re going poop. Just open it up and let him inside.”

  I tried my best to relax, but when that huge cockhead pressed against my entrance, I instinctively clenched.

  “Relax, boy,” Murphy said.

  Again I tried to relax. I felt his big head push inside of me. It felt quite strange but I was surprised at how great it felt. It was almost like my asshole had been designed to do this, for anal pleasure. Murphy pushed in further and further. I focused on staying calm as I felt his warm manhood going deeper, probing. When I felt his heavy balls resting against my legs, close to my ass cheeks, I felt so proud. I’d taken all of him!

  “Yeah,” Murphy groaned. “You took all of my big cock, bitch. You’re a greedy little whore, ain’t ya?”

  He fucked me slowly but soon picked up his pace. My little white penis was rock hard, rubbing against the comforter. It was uncomfortable and I’d wished it were rubbing against the soft sheets, but I remembered that it wasn’t really about me. This was about him taking his pleasure. Murphy groaned loudly. Then I felt a sharp sting as he slapped my right ass cheek.

  “Yeah, you like that, bitch. You like that thick cock in your ass.” He smacked my other cheek very hard. “Don’t you, bitch?”

  “Yes, sir, I do,” I said. “I love your big cock.”

  “Beg me,” Murphy said. “Beg me to fuck you.”

  “Fuck me please, sir,” I pleaded. “Please fuck me fast and hard!”

  He gripped my ass cheeks and pounded hard. It was painful inside and I gritted my teeth, but I knew as a man that he needed to speed up as he neared his climax. I tried not to whine as the pain ripped through me. I was so eager to feel him finish. My body rocked back and forth, my tiny thumb-sized boyhood rubbing against the bed, my head thrown back, my body tightened as I yearned for him to finish.

  “Uuungh!” he pushed in deep, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks as he climaxed. I felt his cock grow even larger. It pulsed as he filled me with semen. As I took what he was giving, I swelled with pride knowing I’d given him so much pleasure. I was now his little fuck doll, and damn if I hadn’t done a great job at it! The ring of my asshole was tight around the base of his cock, raw in a mix of pleasure and pain.

  Although that was the first time I’d been with another man, it certainly wasn’t the last. Murphy comes by the house and fucks me regularly now. I must admit, I’ve become a world-class cocksucker. I’ve also bottomed with a number of my wife’s lovers. At first I was worried that my asshole would remain loose after being taken by these well-hung men, but it tightened up quickly and naturally without any long-term pain or issues. I feel really empowered knowing I can give a man that kind of sexual satisfaction. It’s a different kind of power!

  THEY’RE NOT MY HUBBY’S CHILDREN

  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 met my first serious college boyfriend and told my parents that I was going to follow him from New York City out to Los Angeles, my parents cautioned me against it. “You haven’t dated enough guys,” my mother said. “You need to sew your wild oats before you settle down.” My parents, as you can gather, were rather liberal and wanted me to live a modern woman’s free lifestyle.

  I broke up with that boyfriend and I managed to have a lot of hot sex. I had some monogamous relationships, and in between them a lot of hot casual sex. I’d tell the guys that I wasn’t looking for anything serious and I was dating somebody else at the time. They loved that, of course, and reply that they’re not looking for a commitment either.

  Eventually, though, I got bored with the single life. Although I loved my job, I wanted more in my life. I was twenty-eight at the time.

  That’s when I met my husband, Joshua. He was a decent-looking guy who worked for a company not far from where I lived in Jersey City. Although he couldn’t compare to the guys I’d been dating as far as and charisma go, he seemed like the kind of guy
that you could bring home to your parents. Honest, dependable, saved his money, showed up on time, and he wasn’t out at all hours of the night crawling around. He was a little quiet and didn’t get out much, but when he asked me out I surprised him by saying yes. I found that I really enjoyed his company and he opened up when we were alone. He seemed like great husband material. Although he wasn’t much to speak of in bed, I thought I was retiring from sex.

  After a couple years of marriage, I started to feel the itch. I needed something more than Joshua had to offer. I don’t just mean physically, although he’s pretty small compared to many of my past lovers. But I really wanted to have the kind of hot, exciting sex that I’d enjoyed in my single days. I discussed my needs with Joshua and he agreed to allow me to date others. I started off by playing the field, which I enjoyed, but soon I simmered down to just two steady boyfriends.

  Later, when we decided it was time to start our family, I went off the pill. I was using condoms with my husband but he thought I was using them with my lovers, too. But I was soon having unprotected sex with my lovers while using protection with Joshua. When I got pregnant the first time, he knew I was sleeping with other guys and it was possible that he wasn’t the biological father but he was going to be the father no matter what. I gave birth to a beautiful healthy baby boy. Although I didn’t point it out to my hubby, our son was the spitting image of Craig, one of my lovers.

  After giving birth to our son, I went back on the pill. A year later, I went off the pill and got pregnant by Steve. Like Craig, Steve was a tall, charismatic man with an athletic body, a very sexy and sexual man. He gave us a very beautiful daughter. We were done with having children at that point, and I had Joshua get a vasectomy.

  So now I’m on the pill again, and I have a handful of lovers who I see on occasion. They aren’t boyfriends are anything – our relationships are purely sexual. Joshua loves being able to go bareback now that he’s snipped, though he says he wouldn’t mind if I had another child. I asked him if he’d be okay if I went bareback with my lovers and got pregnant, and he says he would be okay with that and raise the child as his own.