MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance
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For now I’m happy to have sex without the worry of pregnancy, but I kind of like the idea of having a third child that my husband knows isn’t his. He likes to talk about seeing me pregnant with a black baby. I had an amazing black lover a few years ago who had a thing for getting married white women into “dangerous” situations, but I couldn’t risk getting pregnant with a child that obviously wasn’t Joshua’s. But now that Joshua is on board, I just might rekindle that romance!
TAKEN AT THE SUMMER CONCERT
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 Isabella. A couple weeks ago, I had an experience that I’ll never forget. I’d like to tell you about it.
My boyfriend Matt surprised me with a ticket to the Pending Five concert. He knew I loved their music and thought it would be a fun date. He’s such a sweet guy and of course I agreed.
On our way inside the concert, I caught a guy checking me out. He was very handsome with a rugged look, wearing just a white t-shirt and blue jeans. With broad shoulders and heavily muscled, and judging by his two friends, I could tell he was a blue collar guy. I recently graduated with a degree in communications and Matt has a degree in computer science, so those aren’t the kinds of guys I ever considered dating. But I found myself incredibly attracted to him, and one time he caught me glancing his way and he smiled. I blushed, and I felt myself getting all warm and wet between my legs. I wasn’t wearing panties, just a short skirt and blouse, and I worried that I was so wet it might leak down my legs!
After getting inside the facility, we bought some beers and found our “seats” – standing room only, actually. I talked with Matt for a while but I couldn’t help thinking about the handsome stranger I’d seen out in line. When the concert started and the lights dimmed, my attention turned to the opening act. I wasn’t familiar with the group, but Matt knew them and loved their music. It was so loud it was almost deafening.
I started dancing to the beat when I felt a body brush up against mine. I turned around and saw the handsome stranger. He was looking ahead at the stage but then saw me looking at him. He looked down at me and smiled broadly, showing a big toothy smile.
I turned away quickly, trying to focus on the show. But I felt his body slowly rubbing up against mine. I was getting so turned on by him. I felt him put his hands on my thighs at one point, his body moving with mine. I felt a large bulge in his jeans pressing against my lower back. Glancing over at Matt, I realized that he was totally unaware. So I just enjoyed the playful little dance, and put my hands back on his legs.
After a bit I felt him remove his hands. Then I felt his hands slipping up inside of my skirt and playfully rubbing my ass cheeks. I was stunned. Suddenly, I felt something warm and thick nuzzling up against my pussy. I turned back to face the stranger, and he put a finger to his lips, as if to shush me. I turned back forward, watching the concert, as I felt his large manhood pushing inside of me.
I gasped as the head made its way inside. He was so much larger than my boyfriend, and I wasn’t used to feeling something so large. With every inch inside I felt some discomfort, but also pleasure as he pushed and stretched me open. He kept going deeper and deeper, and I felt myself moaning in pleasure. He was touching places inside that had never been touched before, large enough to effortlessly rub my g-spot with every thrust.
“Do you like it?” Matt was looking right at my face, yelling to be heard over the music, a look of sheer excitement on his face.
“Yes, baby,” I said loudly. “This is the best experience I’ve ever had! Thank you!”
My boyfriend leaned over and kissed me, then returned to watching the concert. I felt the stranger put his strong hands on my hips. He started pumping inside of me with speed and force. I reached my fingers down and rubbed my love button in a circle, and soon I was nearing my climax. When it hit, I couldn’t help but moan out loud in orgasm. I just let it go, knowing that it would be covered up by the music. I felt my pussy squeezing, contracting around that thick cock. I felt him push deep inside of me, his back up against me. I knew he was coming as I felt his testicles up against my ass cheeks, and his cock was softly jerking inside of me. Then I felt him slowly withdraw his cock.
I pulled my skirt down and turned around to look at him, but the stranger was gone. I returned to watching the show, and during the intermission I asked Matt to take me to a nearby bathroom, where I cleaned myself up. Although my vagina was totally saturated with white semen, I was happy that very little had run down my legs. I don’t know if my pussy was just so swollen from his large member or if my body simply wanted to retain the seed of that gorgeous hunk. Whatever the case, I was able to quickly clean myself off, put my hand into my boyfriend’s hand, and return to the concert.
That was the last time I ever saw that stranger. I kept looking for him during the concert but he was nowhere to be found.
It’s been a few weeks now and I’m a little late for my period. I’ve also felt a little nauseated. Matt’s very excited, and it’s clear that he’s hoping I’m pregnant. We’ve already been talking about getting married so if that’s the case, it wouldn’t be a bad thing at all. Whatever the case, I will always remember that beautiful man who took me at the concert.
MY WIFE IN THE KISSING BOOTH
By Polly Andrea Busch
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“Hey Logan,” my wife Hailey said, holding a flyer in her hand. “Check this out!”
The local YMCA was holding a fundraising carnival and there were twenty booths with all sorts of fun kid-friendly activities. Our son was involved in their activities during the summer time, and we wanted to help them out. I told her it looked like a great thing to support.
“Candy asked if I would be willing to work in the kissing booth,” Hailey said. “I told her I’d do it but I’d need to ask you first.”
I wasn’t surprised that they’d want Hailey in the booth. She’s a beautiful twenty six year old woman with a sweet, innocent smile, and she never fails to attract attention from men when we’re in public. No doubt she’d help them raise a lot of money. I told her that I’d support her if that’s what she wanted to do.
When the day of the carnival arose, I walked around the various booths with our son. There was a lot of attention at the various booths, but two booths had more activity than the others. One was a dunking booth where you could sink some of the personnel from the local high school, including the principal and a popular math teacher. The other booth was the kissing booth, where there was usually a line of ten men willing to donate $5 to kiss my wife.
I saw Hailey kissing the men, some of them unattractive but quite a few of them very handsome. I could tell by the look on her face and
her body posture whether she was into the guy. One guy, a bodybuilder in his mid-thirties, put his hands on her while they had a long, slow French kiss. People were hooting and hollering as they waited their turns.
I took my son over to buy a hot dog and chips at a booth on the far end. We played some of the other games, and when we finally returned to the kissing booth to find Hailey, I noticed she was gone. A sign out front said “be back in 15 minutes” and Janice, a counselor from the YMCA, was inside the booth. I asked where Hailey had gone, and she said that my wife had walked off with a black guy towards the cabins. (The cabins for the summer camps were down the hill, slightly to the east of the carnival booths.)
“They shared a really intense kiss,” Janice said, smiling. “It was really hot. And I know she liked him, too, because he gave her his number on a slip of paper.”
I asked Janice to watch my son while I searched for my wife. I walked down the path, through the pine trees until I reached the cabins. I heard some voices coming from the back of Cabin 4, so I walked over to the side window and peeked inside.
Hailey was completely naked in a bunk bed, laying on the bottom mattress with no sheets. On top of her was a dark-skinned black man with a ripped body. He had a huge cock between his legs and it was aimed right at my wife’s pussy.
“Be gentle,” she pled. “I’ve never been with a man like you. My husband’s penis is nothing like that.”
The black guy slowly pushed it inside of her, and I heard her moaning as he kissed her. He was slowly pushing it in deeper and deeper, and she loved it. “Oh god, it feels so good, baby!” She was looking right into his eyes, a look of surprise and ecstasy on her face, and I knew she was sincere.
I felt jealous and angry, and especially unhappy knowing that she wasn’t on the birth control pill. We were using condoms for birth control and she was allowing this stranger to take her bare.
“Oh god, I’m coming!” My wife arched her back, her eyes rolling back in her head as she experienced the most intense pleasure of her life. She cried out that way four more times as they made love in position after position. They finished in doggy style, with her black lover slapping her ass hard as he fucked her with power and passion before he pushed in deep and filled her with his sperm. He slowly slipped out his cock and I saw his semen leaking out of her cunt and down her leg.
Rather than confront her, I sneaked back up the hill while they dressed. Later on she returned to the kissing booth, and she kissed dozens more men. When we went home, she said it was fun but she didn’t feel right kissing other men while we’re in a relationship. Funny thing, that weekend I went through her purse and I found eleven names and phone numbers on scraps of paper in her purse.
WE BOTH LOVE THE RISK
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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To my husband Jack and me, the hottest thing in bed is pregnancy risk. Nothing gets him hotter than seeing me flirting with another man and fantasizing about seeing my belly swell with that stud’s child.
“Hey Kaitlyn,” Jack asked, holding up a black basque. “How about this?” He loves to shop with me for lingerie to turn on my lovers. I nodded and told him that Delroy would love it.
Right now I’m dating a very special lover. Delroy is a 6’2, well-built black man with a large cock and dominating personality. He was introduced to me by my friend Stephanie, who is also one of his lovers. Last year she had his baby and her husband is raising the child as his own, as he should. One thing I love about Delroy is that he’s totally selfish. I know some women will disagree, but I don’t think a real man should focus on the woman’s needs. When a man is strong and dominant, that’s a huge turn-on and I get pleasure when he takes his own pleasure from me. The only thing he needs to do is care about himself, and simply being with such a man is so incredible that I orgasm like crazy.
Besides, after Delroy leaves Jack walks into the bedroom and pleasures me orally. I really enjoy the gentle feeling of my husband’s tongue on my love box after I’ve just experienced the rough, primal sex I receive from Delroy. He’s gotten very good at getting me off that way, in addition to licking me clean.
I’ve been dating Delroy for about six months now and Jack is encouraging me to go off the pill. I do feel a strong desire to have this amazing man’s children. At the same time, though, I’m really enjoying just being there for him sexually. Although I’ve never asked him about what he does with other people, and he’s never asked me what I do, I know that Stephanie and I are not his only lovers. Stephanie once told me that he’s picking up new women all the time, and he has a strong preference for married white women.
I know that if I have Delroy’s baby he won’t be around to raise the child. He’s mentioned that there are women claiming he’s the father of twelve children but he denies he’s the father of any of them. If he hasn’t paid child support for any of them, why would he support my child?
“You need to come off the pill, honey,” Jack said, caressing me in bed one night. “One day he will be back in prison and you’ll have missed your chance.” He had a good point. Delroy is on probation for domestic abuse and drug-related charges. He keeps getting locked back up over violations and it’s only a matter of time before it happens again.
I’ve already given birth to two other children, neither of which came from my husband’s seed. Both of my children’s fathers are strong, dominant, sexy, masculine men. Delroy would be our first black child, though. I’m a little worried about how others will react when they learn that we’re living an alternative lifestyle. Still, the very thought of my belly swelling with my black lover’s baby is a turn on for us both. It will be so humiliating for my husband when everybody can see that he’s raising another man’s baby.
Two weeks ago, I finally threw away my pills. My first date with Delroy while fertile will be this weekend. I put Jack back in condoms, even just for blowjobs and handjobs, so that there’s no risk of him accidentally impregnating me. I’m tingling with anticipation, waiting for that incredible black stud to have his way with my body, using me for his pleasure with that big, thick cock of his and filling me with her sperm. I can’t wait!
SHE HAD TO TRY IT
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 Meghan is 28 years old, pretty and petite, with medium-sized breasts that look amazing on her small body. She’s always been a tease and loves to show off her pretty long legs to other men, and to wear short skirts that show off her shapely thighs and the top of her stockings. In the past, she’d been careful not to let things go too far. That changed earlier this year.
We were at a club when, as is our custom, she sat at the bar and allowed men to chat her up and touch
her a bit. Many times I’d watched as a handsome stranger’s hands went all over her body while her hand rubbed his crotch. Afterward, I’d meet Meghan out on the sidewalk and we’d race home, where she’d hold me down on her warm, writhing pussy.
“Yes, Noah. That’s it, baby,” Meghan cooed. “Eat my lover’s semen. Lick it all up!”
We both found this very exciting, and I’d stick my tongue in as deep as possible, while she’d tell me how big her lover’s cock was and how great it felt inside of her. Her pussy would be wet as hell as she’d come all over my face. Then I’d make love to her.
But soon this evolved into Meghan allowing the men to go further. She started allowing some of the men to finger her pussy beneath her skirt. This turned me on immensely, but it would still end with her coming home with me. As I’d eat her pussy, she’d tell me about the other man’s hands that had just been there, her legs parting just a bit to allow him full access. We both knew it was only a matter of time before she went a bit further and had sex with one of those men.
Three weeks ago it finally happened. The guy was Meghan’s type in many ways: tall, muscular, well-dressed, with a cocky strut and an arrogant attitude. The one major difference, though, was this guy was black. I could tell that Meghan was very excited by this guy, and I noticed that she was acting very submissive to him. She was totally under his spell, and I wondered if this might be the first guy she banged during our relationship.
I saw Meghan’s head disappear under the booth, when he pushed her down below the table. She was down there a good ten minutes or so, and I could tell from the look on his face that she was giving him a blowjob. I saw his eyes close and his mouth open a bit as he pumped his African seed down my wife’s throat. When my wife finally came up for air, she looked at him for approval, and I knew she needed to be bedded by this virile black man.