MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  Meghan walked up to me, a little dance in her step. “That’s Deshane. He wants to drive me home. Is that okay?” I knew what she meant. I told her that of course it was okay, and I got in our car by myself and raced to our house. I knew I didn’t have much time before they’d arrive. When they did, Meghan poured each of them a shot of whiskey, and after downing their drinks, then they sat down on the settee. I watched them kiss slowly and passionately, and I saw her hands going toward his crotch and trying to unbelt his jeans. Soon they were both undressed.

  When he pulled off his pants and underwear, I was shocked at what I saw. The guy’s cock was enormous – I’d guess nine inches long and nearly as thick as my wrist. I was in awe as my wife knelt before him and licked the full length of his manhood. When she pulled back his foreskin, it revealed a big purple crown that glistened with precum.

  Deshane was laying back on the settee while my wife went to town, eagerly licking and sucking on that ungodly cock. I saw her pussy glistening from behind, watering like mad at the prospect of feeling that giant black cock inside of her. I wanted to get down and lick that gorgeous cunt of hers but I didn’t know how Deshane would react, so I stayed in place, watching eagerly as I masturbated. Suddenly the black man pushed Meghan onto her back, onto the floor. Then he lifted her legs over his shoulders and pushed his cock against Meghan’s delicate white entrance. My wife squirmed as he teased her, rubbing that big purple head up and over her clit.

  Meghan cried out in ecstasy when her black lover pushed his big cock inside of her. Her feet were up in the air, flopping around with each thrust, and she continued to groan in delight as he thundered in and out of her pussy.

  “Oh God, it’s so big! It feels so good!” Meghan’s face was flush, her breath shallow, and I knew she was approaching her climax. “Errr…. Aaaaahhh,” she moaned long and slowly, her stomach tensing and releasing as the orgasm ripped through her. When I saw her intense orgasm, I came as well, shooting a wad onto the floor.

  The black stud’s cock was pounding fast and furiously, pistoning inside of my wife’s tightly-stretched pussy. Meghan’s arms were around Deshane’s back, her hands roaming from his broad shoulders down his strong back to his large African buttocks. She held him close to her as he announced he was about to come. He threw his head back, grimacing as he pushed deep inside, grunting with each pump as he filled my wife’s tiny entrance with his sperm.

  Deshane wiped his forehead with his forearm, then got up and looked down proudly at Meghan, his cock half-erect and covered with their combined juices. My wife was laying there as if passed out, and soon he turned to the kitchen and got himself another shot of whisky. After he downed it, he pulled my wife to her feet and led her off to our bedroom. I stood outside the bedroom door and masturbated again to the sounds of their lovemaking.

  It was a good hour before he finally had his fill of my wife. When he walked downstairs to get his clothes, I stepped inside and found Meghan laying on the bed, totally exhausted. I looked at her gaping pussy, dripping semen and glistening with juices. She spread her legs out, and when I got close she pulled my head down to her love tunnel. I kissed her inner thighs, then slowly circled in on her pussy lips. It wasn’t long before I was going at it with abandoned, licking and sucking her well-used twat. My tongue dug in deeply, searching for every drop of her black lover’s seed. I didn’t know my tongue could go so deep! Meghan writhed around in response, holding my face in place as I worshipped her pussy with my mouth. I brought her off twice before we cuddled and fell asleep.

  Deshane has been over a handful of times since then. Sometimes he fucks her for an hour and other times he will stay the night. Either way they do it behind closed doors, and when he’s gone I dive into my wife’s cream-filled snatch, pleasuring her to exhaustion.

  Meghan says she loves getting fucked by Deshane but she wants to take on other lovers as well. I’m encouraging her to do just that!

  THE GIRL THAT GOT AWAY

  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 Nick. I’m twenty-six years old and I haven’t had much luck in the love department. Frankly, I think I’m still in love with a girl from college.

  Her name was Olivia. She wasn’t just a buxom brunette with a pretty face. She was sweetest, most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. She always seemed happy and she would light up a room. And I loved talking with her. We actually had a lot in common, having grown up just a few towns away from each other. We always had the best conversations. But when I finally mustered up the courage to ask her out, she turned me down.

  “I really like you,” Olivia said, putting a hand on my knee. “You’re such a sweet guy and you have so much going for you! But I look at you as a friend, like my brother. You want to be my friend, don’t you?”

  Of course, I wanted a lot more than her friendship, but I had no choice. A couple months later, she started dating Brody, a guy from the basketball team. Sure, he tall and handsome with a great body, but he was a total jerk who treated her like shit. She would cry to me, telling me all the awful things he said and did. I asked her why she wouldn’t break up with him.

  “Because I love him,” she cried.

  I heard from her friend Tamara, though, that the sex with Brody was fantastic. “She says his cock is really long and thick, and it feels so good inside her. She loves bad boys with big cocks. Olivia says she loves to suck on his big, fat cock and swallows his big loads. And he fucks her in the ass with that big dick, too. She doesn’t like anal but she’ll do anything that he tells her to do.”

  I felt my stomach drop when I heard that, and not just because my penis is a little on the small side. I didn’t realize that she’d slept with that many guys to even have those preferences! The more I talked with Tamara, the more I realized that this sweet girl than I’d imagined.

  After Brody got caught cheating on her a couple more times, she finally broke up with him. I hoped that I could date her on the rebound but in less than two weeks she started dating Seth. He was a friend of mine and we went to high school together. I was talking with him one day when Olivia approached us, holding her books in her hands. She was totally mesmerized by my friend, and I wasn’t really surprised when she started dating him. He’d always been very popular with the girls in high school, as well as college. I never understood that because he was such a selfish asshole and borderline violent. His face looked kind of like a caveman to me, but the girls all said he was handsome.

  “That bitch Olivia,” Seth said one day, smiling wickedly as we ate in the cafeteria, “she’s a really nasty slut. Nasty!” He claimed that she liked to lick his asshole and give him sloppy blowjobs, and wanted him to slap her and choke her in bed. “I love to treat her like the worthless bitch she is.” Of course, he was dating a bunch of other girls, too – she was just a booty call to him. He’d call her late at night for sex and she’d come to his dorm room. He’d have his way with her and then kick her out.

  I told him that I didn’t believe him and I wanted to see it for myself.

  “You want to watch me fuck your friend?” Seth smiled. “Sure, why not? I’ll set up my camera and send it to you.”

  The next night he sent me a text saying it was about to go down. I turned on my computer and opened the app. Sure enough, there was Seth’s room in high definition. He got out of bed, opene
d the door and let in Olivia. He turned on the radio and rap music started playing. In just a matter of seconds, they were kissing each other. They undressed each other, and soon she was kneeling between Seth’s legs, sucking on his big hard cock while looking deep into his eyes. I felt sick to my stomach as I watched my sweet, innocent friend acting so slutty. Her lips were moving and I heard the sound, but I couldn’t make out the words.

  I thought at that point that he’d return the favor, eating her pussy, but he got on all fours and Olivia put her face into his butt cheeks. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I saw her flicking her tongue out as she licked Seth’s asshole. After a few minutes of this, he bent her over the bed and began fucking her doggy style, slapping her ass hard. I could hear the slaps and saw red marks on her cheeks.

  That didn’t go on long before he pulled out of her cunt and slipped his cock inside her asshole. She turned back to him and I saw her lips say “go slow.” He pushed himself inside of her and went slowly for a second, but then started pounding her like a rabbit. Her face showed anguish, but I wasn’t sure if it was intense pain or intense pleasure, or perhaps even both.

  A few minutes later, Olivia suddenly pulled away, turned around and knelt between his legs again. She was sucking on his cock like an obsessed woman, even though his cock was just inside of her butt. I was disgusted, even more than seeing her eat his asshole. She was slurping on that cock, looking right into his eyes, as he blasted her mouth full of his cum. She smiled broadly, opened her mouth to show him her mouth filled with semen, and then swallowed. Then the two of them got dressed, he walked her to do the door, and she left.

  Despite what I saw, it never really changed my feelings for OIivia. I still somehow think of her as a pure, virtuous girl. The problem is that women like that aren’t interested in guys like me. I often masturbate thinking about her and fantasizing what it would be like to be her boyfriend. We’re both out of college now and I have a good job, so I thought about calling her up. But I saw on social media that she’s dating a loser from town who’s an alleged drug dealer and who’s in and out of jail for assault. The next time he’s locked up, I’m going to ask her out!

  NEW GUY IN TOWN

  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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  “Really beautiful!” I looked up from the table and saw a handsome brown-eyed stranger, maybe a few years older than my twenty-one years, looking into my eyes. What (or who) was he calling beautiful, I wondered. He’d taken my breath away, and I found myself unable to reply. “Did you make them?”

  That’s when I realized he was referring to the ornaments on the table.

  “I did,” I replied. Every year my church made Easter decorations for sale at the town’s Spring Gala. This year I’d made large ceramic eggs about the size of grapefruits, decorated with crosses and scriptures. I’d put a lot of effort into them and they’d been a big seller. The money we raised helped to pay the part-time pastor’s meager salary and a part-time secretary. “Are you a Christian?”

  “Yes, I am,” he said, smiling broadly. He was tall, wearing faded blue jeans and a t-shirt that really showed off his great body. He clearly worked out a lot. “I’m Andrew,” he said, extending a hand.

  “Hannah,” I said, smiling broadly. “Do you go to church around here?”

  “No,” he said sheepishly. “I just moved to town. I’m living with my brother right now.” He picked out one of the eggs, a green one with yellow lettering, and handed me forty dollars. “My mother would love this one.”

  “I hope you’d consider coming to church with me,” I said as I wrapped his egg in paper and put it into a box. Even as I said it, I realized my error and I started to blush. “I mean, not coming with me. I mean, consider coming to my church. Greenville Baptist Church. It’s a wonderful place.”

  Just then Martha walked across the room at a rapid clip. The middle-aged woman was supposed to take over for me about five minutes ago, but she was usually ten or fifteen minutes late, so for her she was early. “I’m here, Hannah,” she said, in a sing-song voice, as she stepped behind the table, taking off her coat and putting in behind the chair. “How are we doing?”

  “We’re doing great,” I said. I told her we’d made over $100 so far.

  “I just bought one of Hannah’s eggs,” Andrew said, smiling. “It’s really beautiful.”

  Martha looked back and forth at us, with a knowing smile. “Do you go to church?” she asked.

  Andrew grinned. “Hannah’s already told me about Greenville Baptist. I’m willing to look into it.”

  “Maybe Hannah would be kind enough to show you the church? It’s only a few blocks down the road. There’s a service going on tonight at seven.” She leaned in toward Andrew. “She’s single, you know, and I can tell she likes you!”

  “Martha!” I couldn’t believe she was sending me out with this stranger. I told everybody that I was still dating my old high school boyfriend, Taylor. But he was over 1,000 miles away at Florida State. Everybody told me that I shouldn’t waste my time with a long-distance relationship, and even though they all thought highly of Taylor, they were always trying to get me to move on and date somebody else.

  “I’m free right now.” Andrew shrugged. “I mean, if you are.”

  “Sure,” I smiled. I donned my spring jacket and walked out of the hall with this handsome stranger.

  “The church is right up the road?”

  “Yes, right up ahead on the right. But I need to tell you, what Martha said back there wasn’t true.”

  “You aren’t attracted to me?”

  I stammered, blushing. “No. I… I mean, no, that’s not what I meant. You’re a very attractive guy--”

  “I think you’re very pretty,” Andrew replied.

  “I have a boyfriend!”

  “Oh,” he said, lifting his eyebrows and pursing his lips. “I see.”

  I explained to him that my boyfriend was away at college and we’d been dating since high school and we planned to get married after he graduated.

  “Are you in love with him?” he asked.

  I was about to immediately say “yes,” but I hesitated. The feelings I was feeling for Andrew had me wondering if I was fully committed. I’d been waiting for marriage to have sex with Taylor, which wasn’t too hard to do with him living so far away, but I felt the warmth and wetness in my loins, the tingling in my body with Andrew. Every fiber of my body wanted this handsome, sexy stranger.

  “That’s a big step. You’d better be sure, you know.”

  “Everybody tells me that. I’ve been going to Greenville Baptist my whole life,” I said, changing the subject. “It’s a great faith community. People are loving and caring, and they believe in family and children. It’s just wonderful to be a part of a church like that.” I turned to look at Andrew. “You’re living with your brother?”

  “Yeah, I’m staying in his spare room. I got into some trouble back home.” As we walked down the road, Andrew opened up to me about his past. He came from a broken home. His father spent most of his life in prison, and Andrew had spent a lot of time in juvenile detention for violence, vandalism and theft. He’d spent some time using drugs but he’d turned his life around. But recently somebody had robbed the gas station in his town and people were pointing the finger at him.

  “I told them I was home alone.
Everybody thinks that’s just a story but they don’t realize how often you’re home alone by yourself. You’re at home watching TV or reading, and then you go to sleep. But everyone assumes that I did it because of my past.”

  I felt so sorry for him. I realized that his past was largely attributable to his terrible upbringing, and a person should be forgiven if he truly repents. Just because a person has made mistakes in the past doesn’t mean that he’s a bad person. And the fact that he’d shared his problems with me made me feel closer to him.

  I showed him the church briefly and we stood together outside the doors, and as we looked in at the empty church hall, I briefly saw myself marrying Andrew there. I couldn’t believe that I was falling so hard for this guy I barely even knew. Then we walked back toward the Spring Gala, where Andrew had parked his car. I mentioned that I didn’t have a car and I’d have to wait for Martha to drive me home.

  “You know, I can give you a ride home if you like.”

  “You don’t have to,” I said. “But that’s very sweet of you.” He took my hand in his. Although I wasn’t sure if I should do that, I let him. I just felt so safe with him.

  As we drove, he said he wanted to show me something that he’d brought with him from his home. I didn’t know what it was, but I agreed. When we got to the spare room, I asked to see it.

  “Hannah, there’s something magical between us,” he said. He put his hands on my hips. “You feel it, don’t you?”

  “Andrew, I can’t--”

  He leaned in and kissed me, and I couldn’t help but kiss him back. I felt my body melting into his arms. Every thought of Taylor down in Florida skipped my mind, and I felt my loins swelling, my clitoris hard, eager for this strong, handsome stranger’s body. All those years I’d told myself that I was a strong Christian girl saving myself for marriage, but I realized that the real reason was that Taylor wasn’t man enough to do the deed. It wasn’t my moral strength but the lack of true temptation. Here I was now with this strong, virile, masculine young man, and I needed him desperately. I took off his shirt and admired his beautiful, chiseled chest. I loved his strong facial features, so manly.