MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  I joined Amanda in the shower and we began to fool around. When we got out of the shower, she quickly slipped in her diaphragm and we made passionate love. Nine months later, Amanda gave birth to a baby girl, Nicole. Although our daughter is definitely Black Irish like her brother, she looks like Amanda more than anybody else.

  A few years later, Amanda was spending a lot of time with other mothers on play dates. She had a good friend, Katie, whose baby daddy was a muscular black guy named Titus. Katie was under the mistaken impression that our children were mulattos, just like her children, and I think that’s one reason the two of them became so close. (I know this because when Amanda got pregnant, she asked if I was excited to have my first biological child. She didn’t know that the other two were mine!) Then suddenly, in the hospital, they had a falling out when our third child was born.

  Amanda said she has no idea why Katie just stormed out of the hospital and ended their friendship. Maybe it’s because my wife gave our son the first name Titus or the middle name Junior. Maybe it’s because our youngest son is the spitting image of her baby daddy Titus. Or maybe she’s just jealous that we have such a beautiful family.

  After the birth of Titus Junior, Amanda said that it was time for me to get a vasectomy. But she told me not to let anybody know about it. After all, even vasectomies are not 100% effective because the vas can grow back. And if that were to happen, she said, she wouldn’t want me to be embarrassed by having a child when people think I’m infertile. I’m lucky to have such a smart wife, and I’m lucky to have three beautiful, strong children. I guess it’s the luck of the Irish – the Black Irish!

  MY WIFE’S BLACK

  EX-BOYFRIEND

  By Polly Andrea Busch

  Copyright 2015 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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  “He’s back in town?” my wife Dakota said. She was standing next to the stove, talking to her friend Allison as she stirred the pot of chicken vegetable soup. “Of course I remember him! Rakim was my first boyfriend. We dated for a few weeks back in high school but my parents made me break it off. They didn’t like me dating a black guy.”

  I was sitting in my recliner watching television, but my attention was immediately drawn away from my show towards my wife’s conversation.

  “Oh, it’s true,” she said with a laugh. I was pretty sure she was talking about his penis size. According to my wife, Rakim was equipped with a long, thick cock.

  Dakota didn’t often speak of Rakim but I’d always found it fascinating. When we were dating, she told me that she didn’t believe in premarital sex. Although we ultimately did the deed before our wedding, she wouldn’t even give me a handjob until we had dated for six months. But one time after a few drinks, Dakota confessed to me that she gave Rakim a blowjob on their first date, and during the short time that they dated she was giving him a blowjob nearly every day.

  “We were going to but it just didn’t happen,” she continued. “A neighbor caught us before we could do it.”

  I knew what she was talking about. Rakim had taken her to the local drive-in. Instead of watching the movie, her black boyfriend quickly got her clothes off and they were making out. Dakota was desperate to feel his thick cock inside of her. She wasn’t on any birth control but she was willing to take the risk with him. Just before he was about to take her bareback, a racist neighbor of hers recognized his vehicle. He shined a flashlight inside the car and prevented their coupling. Her parents grounded her for months and forced her to stop dating him.

  “Oh, jeesh, Allie.” My wife sounded surprised. “If I were single that would be one thing, but I’m a married woman now.” She paused as her friend responded. “I really shouldn’t. I’m a married woman.” Another pause. “There’s nothing wrong with talking, but Allie….”

  My wife started to whisper quietly enough that I couldn’t hear what she was saying. After about ten minutes, she called into me.

  “Harry, honey?”

  “Yes?”

  “Allie’s having some bad issues at work and she needs some girl time. Would it be okay if I go out with her and have a drink?”

  I paused for a moment. I was pretty sure that she wasn’t planning on meeting up with Allie at all, but having some drinks with her old black boyfriend. Although I felt a little tightness in my stomach, I found myself very aroused. I didn’t really see any harm in her spending some time flirting with her old black lover. Although I didn’t hear everything in her conversation, what I’d heard made me feel confident that she wouldn’t cheat on me, so I told her to go ahead.

  On Friday night, Dakota got all dressed up to go on her date. It was so hot watching her primp and prepare for her old lover. One thing that concerned me was that she put on a sexy new set of red-and-black bra and panties that I’d never seen before. I saw the tags thrown in the trash, so I knew that she had purchased new lingerie for her date. Dakota said she’d be home around eleven and I shouldn’t wait up for her, but I figured that reminiscing with her old boyfriend would get her aroused, so I waited up anyway.

  My wife didn’t get home until nearly three in the morning. I was asleep when I heard her walking through the darkness toward the bedroom. I saw her shadowy figure stumble to the doorway, then standing their holding her arms out against the doorway, holding herself up. She seemed totally smashed.

  “You’re home?”

  She just nodded.

  “Did you drive yourself home?”

  “No,” she said, slurring her words. She stumbled forward into the room, took off her clothes down to her panties, and then dove into bed and pulled a sheet over herself.

  Dakota was laying on her side, facing away from me. I moved up against her and smelled tequila on her breath and a man’s cologne on her skin. I ran my hands down her body, then grabbed her hands and moved her onto her back.

  “It looks like Rakim finally got what he wanted,” I said. “Was he as good as you were hoping?”

  “I told you I was going out with Allie.”

  “I overheard you talking with her.” I kissed her up her neck, then up to her lips. “So how was he? Was he good in bed?”

  As I kissed and caressed her, Dakota told me the details of her encounter. She met Rakim at the bar downtown. They had a great time talking about what they’ve done since high school. He kept ordering more rounds of drinks. For some reason Rakim never seemed to get drunk, but she had a couple too many to drink and got smashed. She was too drunk to drive, so he offered to drive her home. But he drove her to his house first and as soon as they got through the front door, he pounced on her.

  I asked her to describe everything that happened in detail. As she described it, I kissed my way down her body until I reached her panties. She lifted her hips to help me remove them. As I did, I noticed that the crotch was sticky and I could smell the strong odor of male semen. That surprised me because Dakota isn’t on birth control and we always use condoms when we make love. Dakota smiled and said she’s sorry but Rakim said he doesn’t like condoms. I remembered how she nearly allowed Rakim to penetrate her without protection in high school and now, after all these years, the lovers had finally made it happen.

  While Dakota described how she sucked his enormous cock, I went to licking her semen-soaked snatch. I dug my tongue in deep, licking and sucking up as much of Rakim’s sperm as possible to prevent any accidental pregnancy. I pulled apart the hood of h
er clitoris and began to lick her clit directly as she described how amazing his cock felt, the feeling of fullness that she’d never felt before as it pounded her white vagina. She said that she didn’t want to hurt my feelings or bruise my ego, but it was easily the best sex of her life and she came nearly a dozen times.

  Although it felt like a punch in the gut to hear that, my penis was harder than ever. I quickly grabbed a condom from the nightstand, rolled it on and slipped my member inside of her used cunt. I’m not sure if she was loose from Rakim’s ample tool or if she was simply very wet from a combination of her own juices and Rakim’s semen, but in any case my rubber-encased penis felt like it was penetrating a bowl of warm soup. Although the lack of friction didn’t help, I was so excited from the whole situation that I soon shot my load into the condom’s reservoir.

  It’s now been a couple of weeks since my wife’s encounter with her black lover. It’s been a huge benefit to our marriage as we are making love every night and having some of the best sex of our married life. Rakim has told Dakota that he wants to date her on the regular and Dakota is thrilled at the idea. Although I support the idea, I’ve asked my wife to either go on the Pill or get an IUD. She said that she’s thinking about it. In the meantime, my wife says she will tell her black lover that it’s okay for him to come inside of her during the safer parts of the month. When she’s ovulating, Rakim can pull out if he doesn’t want to get her pregnant. Although I’m a little concerned that something could go wrong, I trust my wife’s judgment and I’ve never been more sexually satisfied than I am today!

  BLACK WHILE ON BUSINESS

  By Polly Andrea Busch

  Copyright 2014 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.

  “Was it good?” I asked, laying in bed. I’d just had love with my twenty-seven-year-old wife. She looked amazing. Although she’d gained a good twenty pounds since the birth of our son, she still had an amazing bubble butt and her breasts were even larger than before. But no matter how great she looked, the fact that she just laid there in bed during sex was bothering me.

  “Yes, it was great,” Tara replied. She flipped her blonde hair away and looked straight into my eyes. “Why do you ask, honey?”

  “I don’t know,” I replied. “Things just feel different with us.”

  “Not at all, honey,” she said, leaning in to kiss me. “I enjoyed it. Good job.”

  Recently, after my previous supervisor left my company, my new boss had been flying me around the country to meet with business prospects. I was spending most of my time away from home, only coming home every other weekend. My new supervisor said it would only last for a month or two until they hired a new vice-president, but I’d already been it had already gone on for six months with no end in sight.

  At first, when I would come home from my business trips, Tara and I were both excited to see each other. We would almost tear each other’s clothes off, rushing into bed to make love. However, over time Tara seemed less and less excited. I assumed she was simply getting accustomed to going without frequent sex.

  But the next day I learned the truth. Just before I was about to leave on the plane, I picked up my wife’s cell phone to find a photograph we’d taken on vacation. As I went through her photos, I was shocked to find dozens of recent photographs of her with a black man. The guy was a few inches taller than me, very muscular and very black. There were pictures of her with him at a night club. They were kissing and she was running her hands all over his body. And in one picture, clearly taken by him from above, she was down on her knees gleefully sucking on his enormous black cock.

  Although I was overcome with jealousy, for some reason that I simply can’t explain, those contrast of her pure white skin against his dark black skin caused my penis to become aroused.

  When I confronted Tara about it, she knew she was caught and admitted to the entire thing. For the last few months, she had been meeting guys at local clubs and through an app on her phone. She had three boyfriends that she would see throughout the week, sometimes seeing more than one man in a day. All of them were intelligent, well-built, well-hung, and black. Although she felt bad about cheating on me, she felt lonely and these men filled the emotional and sexual void that I’d created when I left her. And now that it was out in the open, she said, it wasn’t cheating anymore and her conscience was clear. As I left the house for the airport, I knew that my wife would continue to have extramarital sexual relationships while I was gone.

  A few days later, after a long day at work, I was sitting alone back at the motel. I would normally send Tara a Skype request around ten o’clock, after our son is asleep, but I was lonely so I decided to call her a couple of hours early. I dialed her over Skype. When she answered and the video appeared, I could tell that she was out of breath. Her makeup was smeared and I suspected she’d had a few drinks.

  “What’s going on?” I asked.

  “I’m here with a friend,” she said. I heard a black man’s voice saying something I couldn’t quite understand, other than the word “bitch.” Tara looked just off the camera and giggled. “Jamal and I just got home. Can I call you back later?”

  “Did you forget that it’s Skype night?” I asked. In order to keep our relationship close, tried to speak on the phone every day. We would have preferred to use Skype but the cost was just too prohibitive. I’m usually free on Tuesday nights, so it became our weekly night to see each other and reconnect.

  “I’m a little busy right now.” Just then, a muscular black man moved into the video. They began to kiss passionately, and as his hands roamed across my bride’s see-through black blouse and blue jeans, my cock began to harden. I realized that she was keeping the phone in place, giving me a great view of them making out. And that’s when it occurred to me to ask her if I could watch them together.

  “Honey, do you think you could leave the phone on? Set it down on your dresser before you get in bed?”

  Tara stopped for a moment. She looked off the screen, no doubt into Jamal’s face for approval, and then turned back to me. “Great idea,” she said, smiling. It didn’t take them long to make it up to the bedroom. She set the phone down on her nightstand rather than the dresser. It was a brilliant choice, allowing me to get a clear view of the action. She then moved to the end of the bed and they embraced. While they kissed passionately, I pulled down my pants and began to masturbate.

  As they made out, I saw his powerful black arms gliding down her back and feeling up her firm bubble butt. They quickly removed each other’s clothes. Jamal’s powerful, athletic black frame was equipped with an enormous black cock. It had to be a foot long and as thick as a can of Colt 45. My wife pressed her body against Jamal’s chest as she kissed him, dry humping as she gently massaged his shaft and balls.

  “Did you get the rubbers?” he asked.

  “Damn, I forgot to buy them,” my wife replied. She hesitated for a moment. “It’s been two weeks since my last period. I’m really fertile right now.”

  “Shit, bitch.” Jamal laughed and took a step back. “You done fucked up now. Maybe you finally let me try that booty for once.”

  “No, it’s okay, baby.” She pulled him back to her. “Just pull out.”

  Jamal pushed my wife back onto the bed, raised her legs over his shoulders, lined up his enormous manhood against her delicate entrance, and then penetrated her with a savage thrust. “God, I love your cock,” Tar
a said. “It’s so fucking big.”

  “You like that cock, bitch?”

  “Oh, God, yes! I love your cock! It’s so much bigger than my husband’s little white penis.”

  Tara was overcome with lust, moaning in ecstasy as she pushed her groin against him to receive his animalistic thrusts. Then he lowered himself onto his elbows, his hard black chest against her soft white breasts, and they locked lips. I could see his tongue swirling around inside my wife’s mouth. She seemed completely in awe of him as his ebony weapon stabbed relentlessly inside her.

  Finally, I heard Jamal groan. He arched his back and threw his head back. Tara put her legs around his waist and locked her ankles, preventing him from pulling out and forcing this amazing male specimen to fill her white womb. “I’m cumming,” she groaned. He pushed his weapon fully into her, balls deep, moaning as he fired his ammunition inside my wife’s fertile cavity. I knew his thick cockhead was pressed against her cervix, firing rope after rope into her unprotected cunt. I felt certain that she was being impregnated, that one his virile sperm would undoubtedly find her egg. As I watched her white hands caressing up and down his muscular back, I couldn’t take any more. My semen squirted onto the cheap motel floor.

  Their movements slowed. Jamal’s cock was still deep inside Tara as they kissed, the last of his baby batter seeping out to totally fill her. I figured the action was over, so I went to the bathroom and washed my hands. When I returned to my phone, Jamal was thrusting hard again. As they made love a second time, I noticed my wife hunching her back and moving with him. I had never seen her so excited and eager in bed. Tara was always pretty quiet in bed with me, but her she was grunting loudly as he put her through yet another orgasm. Jamal obviously pleased her in ways that I couldn’t. He lasted a lot longer this time.