MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  Soon my shirt was off, exposing my virgin white bra. He reached around me and unhooked it, and it dropped down to the floor. He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled then down to the floor, then he removed my silky white panties. Andrew removed his jeans and I eagerly pulled down his underwear. Out popped his long, thick manhood. A couple of times I’d allowed Taylor to feel my breasts and touch my between my legs, and when I’d reciprocated I felt so disappointed at the size of his penis. It was really small when erect, maybe four inches or so, and as thick around as an uncooked weiner. But Andrew was a real man, twice the length of my boyfriend and very girthy.

  I dropped to my knees and took Andrew’s penis inside of my mouth. Although I didn’t know how to give a blowjob, I tried my best. I licked and sucked on it, and frankly it was hard to do it because of his size. But soon he pulled me up to my feet, kissed me and then pushed me back on the bed.

  Andrew got on top of me, kissing my breasts, which I loved. Then he put his hand gently on my face and we kissed passionately. Finally, he lined up his large, thick penis at my womanhood. I was so wet, so eager to have him inside of me. Taking the shaft in his hand, he aimed the heat right at my sweet entrance, then pushed forward. I yelped as he broke my hymen, ripping open my virgin vagina to take his pleasure.

  “It’s okay,” he said, pushing himself in deeper, inch by inch. My young womanhood was stretching open, perfectly fitting this gorgeous man’s penis, enveloping and gripping him, embracing him as he penetrated me. I felt almost out of breath, astonished at how great it felt with each stroke inside me.

  “Lift your legs,” he instructed, and I put them up in the air against his thighs. He quickened his pace, pounded me good and hard, and I couldn’t help but moan loudly. I felt an incredible feeling of physical pleasure well up in my loins, and I groaned loudly as a strong orgasm ripped through my body. As my orgasm subsided, Andrew leaned down and kissed me, and it wasn’t long before I orgasmed a second time.

  Andrew rolled over and had me ride on top of him. I loved trying that, being on top and getting the chance to control the speed but also to enjoy his beautiful chest and face. We kissed as I slid up and down on him, and I don’t mind admitting I enjoyed yet another strong climax. Finally he had me get on my hands and knees and he took me from behind, and he pulled my hair back and spanked my ass as he pounded me hard and fast. I couldn’t believe it but I really loved that.

  “Oh God, I’m coming!” Andrew pushed himself deep inside of me and I felt his penis get even larger, pulsing as he filled me with his baby batter. He leaned down against my back and I turned my head to kiss him as his body pumped every last drop of sperm straight to my womb.

  We cuddled for a bit, then I told him that I had to go to church. As I dressed, I asked him if he wanted to join me but he said not tonight. I felt ashamed at what I’d done, but when he offered to drive me to church, I accepted. I waved as he drove away, then I went inside to worship. I should have felt guilty being in church after that, but I must admit that I didn’t feel guilty at all. Everything felt so right, better than it had ever been.

  Taylor came to town two weekends later. After having given myself to Andrew, I felt like I owed it to my boyfriend given how he’d been so patient and understanding all those years. I have to admit that our lovemaking was a little disappointing. Partly it was due to Taylor’s inexperience, but his small penis didn’t help, either. He asked if I came and I avoided the question, telling him that I didn’t need to orgasm to enjoy making love with him.

  The next week I read in the newspaper that the police had arrested Andrew for the burglary, and they supposedly had fingerprints that proved it was him. I was late for my period and I took a pregnancy test, and sure enough I had a baby on the way. Taylor didn’t know about Andrew and he just assumed it was his, but based on the timing I’m sure that it’s Andrew’s baby.

  Taylor and I are getting married next month and we’re both excited to be marrying each other. Although Taylor may not be the most exciting guy, he’s an honest and reliable guy who will make a great husband. And I don’t regret getting the chance to experience great sex with Andrew. Those memories, and his baby, are something I’ll treasure for the rest of my life.

  CAUGHT MY WIFE CHEATING

  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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  I wasn’t intending to look through my twenty-six year-old wife Sarah’s emails, but she left her email open and I couldn’t help but see the new email in her inbox. The subject line said “RE: I Love You, Baby” and the sender was a guy named Armel Johnson. I couldn’t help but open it.

  “Love you baby. We’ll talk Friday night” was his reply. Just below it was her email to him.

  “Oh Armel, baby, I wanted to talk with you on the phone but you didn’t pick up. You know I love you with all my heart. These last six months have been the best months of my life thanks to you. The sex with you is the best I’ve ever had in my life. I’d never had an orgasm with Michael and I thought it was me. I always had to fake it. But with you they come some easily, so quickly and so hard. You’ve made me realize what a truly sexual woman I really am. I know you think it’s all about your size but it’s more than that. Even if Michael’s penis were twice as long and four times as thick, I don’t think the sex would be so great. It’s just being with a real man, one who’s so tall and strong and sexy as you. It’s everything about you, the way you look, move and smell. You just make me so horny and hot.”

  I was shocked at what I was reading, but there was more.

  “My parents raised me to not take chances, to date men who are safe and boring. ‘Nice guys.’ I guess that’s good for them but it leaves me feeling hollow inside. You know that something really good, important and satisfying is missing. I tried to deny it but I’ve always known at some level that the men I want are men like you: strong, dominant, sexy and sexual. A superior man, the kind that women desire and other men instinctively respect… I want to have your baby, Armel. I really do! But if I have a black baby everybody will know that I’ve been unfaithful. I don’t want to fuck up my marriage. Michael is a nice guy and a good provider, even if he’s lacking in the sex department. I love him and I value my marriage a lot. The sex with you is unbelievably fantastic, better than I ever believed possible, but it’s not worth losing Michael over. You do understand, don’t you? I really want to have your baby – desperately – but I can’t do it. Don’t leave me, baby! I love you!!!”

  I couldn’t believe what I was reading. I felt humiliated and jealous of this guy Armel. But I felt happy that no matter how great the sex that they shared, my wife valued our marriage higher than him.

  Later that day, I confronted Sarah. She started crying and said she knew it was wrong, but she met this guy at a restaurant while out at lunch. He was a black Adonis, with a handsome face and an amazing body, and he carried himself with confidence and swagger. She felt butterflies and an intense physical attraction, but knew that she couldn’t do anything about it because she’s married. But she kept talking with him, flirting with him over texts and social media, and soon she decided that this was something she needed to do. “I’d never felt these feelings for a man before and guess I wanted to know what it would be like to sleep with a man like Armel.”

  As she told me everything that happened, I really sympathized with her. She was simply doing
what came naturally to her. It may have run contrary to societal rules and expectations, but if it were truly wrong she wouldn’t have felt these desires. Honestly, although I was unhappy at the thought of her being in love with this man, the fact that she was having sex with this strong, virile black stud was a turn on to me. Even more, I was turned on by the idea of my wife getting pregnant by him. I shared with her my fantasy, and that our desires were in line.

  “Really?” Sarah couldn’t seem to believe it. “You’re okay with me having sex with Armel?”

  “Not only that, but I will support you having his baby.”

  Sarah’s eyes lit up and she kissed me. “You know, I’ve never loved you more than right now.” She quickly texted Armel and told him that she now had my blessing.

  We knew that Sarah would be ovulating in two weeks. I reserved a room at a beautiful resort for the whole week right around her ovulation. She took the week off of work and they spent the whole time together having baby-making sex. When she came back home, she was tanned and well-rested, and Armel’s beautiful baby was growing inside of her womb.

  After our son was born with dark skin, our family and friends were surprised. A lot of questions were asked, some judgment, and we lost some friends over it. But all in all, it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to us.

  Now Sarah has started dating another guy, Stan. He’s white but he’s a lot like Armel in that he’s tall, strong, dominant, narcissistic, and a pathological liar. “A guy like that would make a terrible husband or father, but a perfect lover,” Sarah once confessed. Lucky for her she has me to be her husband and the father of her children. Stan also wants to impregnate my wife. He has six children by five different woman and he says he’s just getting started. Of course, when you’re not paying for the kids, that’s easy to say.

  The only problem is that Armel wants to try for a girl now. Sarah’s not sure if she should have Stan’s baby first or if she should have Armel’s babies together in time. I suggested to her that she simply go off birth control, sleep with both men and let nature take its course. I’ll use condoms to make sure I don’t accidentally impregnate her. She seems to like the idea, so we’ll see what happens!

  KEEPING WARM

  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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  “It’s a new start,” I said to my sister as we moved the boxes into my new apartment. It was late November and snow was on the ground. I’d separated from my husband and moved to a small town in Illinois where my sister lived.

  She smiled, wiping her forehead. “What you need to do now, Lily, is get to know people around here. Become part of the community.”

  She was right. I’d managed to secure a transfer from one office to another at my company but that just paid my bills. I wanted to feel a part of something. I was twenty-nine years old and this wasn’t how I’d envisioned my life. I thought I’d have a couple of kids by now, not be separated from my husband and living in a shoebox apartment. Sighing, I opened the boxes and put away my things.

  A few days later, I was at the supermarket and I picked up a free newspaper that covered the local area. It mentioned that a local charity was giving gifts to poor children and they needed people to help wrap the gifts. Realizing this would be a great way to meet people around town, I called the number and offered my help. I was told to come in for the 1PM shift down at the Elks lodge on Saturday.

  When I walked inside the club, I was heartened to see the wonderful scene before me: people of all ages and types working together, laughing as they wrapped gifts. This is what I’d dreamed about.

  “You must be Lily,” said a middle-aged woman holding a clipboard. “Why don’t you help over at table four.” I looked and saw two young white women and a handsome dark-skinned black man working at the table. “His name is Olin.” She smiled. “He’s going to be our Santa Claus this year.”

  When I walked over and introduced myself, the other women seemed jealous of me. Olin was very pleasant, with a deep voice and a muscular physique. Although he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, I could tell he was ripped and I felt a strong physical attraction to him. We were wrapping a bunch of boy gifts, mostly trucks.

  As we talked, Olin explained that he loves helping children. “I didn’t have a father in my life, so I really want to provide that example for other kids.” My heart melted as he described his difficult life and upbringing, and how he was working to make things better for others.

  “What about you?” Olin asked.

  “I’m separated from my husband,” I offered, taping up a boxed monster truck. “I figured it would be best to start over somewhere else. My sister lives in town, so I moved here.”

  “That makes sense,” he said. “I love new beginnings.”

  After we finished our shift, Olin stopped me in the hallway.

  “I’d really like to see you again,” he said.

  “I’ll be at the toy delivery next week.”

  “No, I mean outside of this. I’d like to take you to dinner.”

  I was flattered that this handsome, sexy man was interested in me. Normally I wouldn’t date a black guy but he was really my type, and I loved the way he cared about children. I smiled and agreed to go out with him.

  Olin took me to dinner at Red Lobster. We had a great time talking about our families and values, and I really liked him. Although he described having a rough past, including a year in prison, I could tell that he was a good person who was just misunderstood.

  “The whole conviction really was payback by the police,” he said. “When I was a teenager, they tried to get me for killing my best friend to steal his pay. They had video of a guy, my height, my build, who killed him as he walked out of the ATM. But the video was blurry and it wasn’t me. The racist jury convicted me just because I was black. At least the court wouldn’t let them try me as an adult, so when I turned 18 they had to let me go. But when there was a burglary downtown the next year, they pinned it on me and I served a year in prison.”

  I felt so terrible about his whole story. Everybody was mistreating him, never giving him a chance simply because he was black and from a broken home. Although I could tell just by the way he looked and moved that he had a temper and a violent streak, he was firmly in control of his amazing body and I knew he was innocent. He was the perfect man – all of the appealing characteristics of a bad boy but with the sweetness and compassion of a nice guy. I’d never slept with a guy on the first date before, but that night I invited him into my apartment.

  Once we were inside, Olin put his dark black hands around my waist and we kissed. I felt so turned on by this man that my crotch was soaked with my arousal. I held his strong, ripped body close to mine as we made out for the longest time. Soon we ended up together on the bed kissing, and then he removed my clothes and his t-shirt.

  I unzipped his jeans, pulled down his shorts and was shocked when I saw his penis. It was a thing of beauty, long and thick, veiny down the shaft with a large plum-sized head and big testicles slung below. It was three times as long as my husband Dylan’s tiny little package, and impossibly thicker. I nearly laughed, just thinking how humiliated my husband would be if he saw what a real man’s package looked like.

  Although I didn’t give oral sex to Dylan, I was eager to please Olin with my mouth, to take this symbol of his masculinity and virility in my mo
uth. I opened wide and leaned down, encasing the head of his big cock with my mouth. I played with his balls with one hand, slowly stroking the base of his shaft with the other, as I sucked up and down on his cock. Olin put his hands on my head as I bobbed up and down, and he moaned deeply in pleasure.

  “That’s right, baby,” he groaned. “Suck on that big cock. Show me what a slut you are. My little white whore.”

  I sucked on him for a good ten minutes before he had me bend over the bed. He got behind me and took me from behind, pushing that huge black cock inside of me. It felt amazing as it pushed inside of my womanhood, stretching me open, using me for his pleasure. It was a totally different experience than anything I’d done before, a feeling of fullness made me feel truly like a woman. I moaned in ecstasy as that big cock slipped in and out of me, and I felt my clit being rubbed just a bit with each thrust.

  Dylan’s pathetic little thing wasn’t big enough to stimulate me through intercourse, but Olin was big and strong enough to do the job, and soon I was orgasming from intercourse alone. It was something I’d always wanted to do, dreamed of doing, but didn’t even know was possible. He gave me two strong orgasms just in that one position, then we switched to woman on top.

  As I rode on top, I was smiling ear to ear, just so happy to finally experience sex as it was intended. My clit was rubbing against his shaft with every down thrust, and in just a matter of moments I was orgasming again. It was so fucking wonderful, I actually started to cry! His biceps were bulging, his big black hands on my ass as I bounced on him. I leaned down and we kissed like crazy.

  We switched into missionary position, and I had two more intense orgasms before Olin finally reached his climax. I reached down between his legs and gently rubbed his testicles as he filled me. His eyes rolled back in his head, he grimaced and grunted, as he pushed in deep and flooded me with his sperm.