MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  DeShawn then instructed me to get on all fours. As I did, he took up station behind me. I was facing right into the dresser mirror, so I could see him grab his manhood and line it up against my entrance. He rubbed it up and down a few times, wetting his cockhead while teasing my clit, then I felt the pressure of the huge head entering a few inches inside me. The pleasure was amazing. I saw his powerful black hands grab my white hips, and then he began pressing his cock inside me, inch by inch, deeper and deeper, touching places my husband lacked the ability to reach.

  The feeling of fullness was amazing, and I felt myself moaning and groaning uncontrollably. “Oh, my fucking God, it feels amazing,” I said. “Your cock is so much better than my husband’s.” Suddenly, I realized my husband was in the room. He was sitting in the corner, his pants around his ankles, jerking off his tiny white weiner. I didn’t mean to insult Danny, but I couldn’t help but moan out the truth. I was experiencing something totally different from what I’d believed was sex. For the first time in my life, I was properly filled with cock.

  DeShawn’s horse cock didn’t simply hit pleasure points inside my vagina that had never been touched before and give me an amazing feeling of fullness, though it did all that. His girth was causing my clit to pull right against his cock, stimulating it in the most natural and magical way. My clitoris was being pleasured with every thrust of his huge black spear, and I realized that this was the way that intercourse was supposed to be. With a decent cock inside me, there wasn’t any need to artificially stimulate my clit with a finger or a vibrator during intercourse – DeShawn was a real man with a real cock, and everything just worked.

  Suddenly, the most powerful tingling sensation started in the pleasure pit between my legs, then worked its way up and down my spine, washing over me. I wanted to announce that I was coming, but the feeling was so overwhelming and I could only cry out in pleasure. It was the mother of all orgasms, and it just rolled on and on for nearly two minutes in a string of orgasms. It was hard to tell where one orgasm ended and the next began, but I probably had a dozen orgasms before DeShawn rolled me onto my back and began to fuck me in the missionary position, with my legs up over his shoulders.

  Honestly, I’d forgotten that my husband even existed at that moment, but that’s when I saw Danny move over to the edge of the bed right next to us. He got on his knees, placed his head into our conjoined groins, and began to lick on my clit. I was worried that DeShawn might not approve but he actually seemed to enjoy it. He looked down condescendingly at my husband, slowly moving his cock in and out of my cunt as my husband licked my love button.

  “Lick it up,” DeShawn said. “Lick up our juices. Her cunt and my cock. You like that, don’t you?”

  Danny murmured a “yes” and continued to tongue my clit. DeShawn’s cock was providing all of the clitoral stimulation I needed, but I appreciated the thought behind my husband’s efforts.

  “You know I love this big black cock, don’t you?” I asked.

  “Mmmm,” Danny replied.

  I held his head with my hands. “You love that big black cock, too, don’t you? You like to see it pounding your wife’s white pussy?”

  “Mmmm.”

  Right then, I had an idea. I kept my left hand holding Danny’s head. I grabbed the base of DeShawn’s cock with my right hand and, as he was pulling out mid-thrust, I slipped it completely out of my pussy and into my husband’s mouth. Danny struggled move his head away but I held it firmly in place as DeShawn thrusted his cock deep inside my husband’s mouth.

  “You like that?” I asked.

  “Oh, fuck!” DeShawn said, throwing his head back. He made a few little jerks with his hips, and suddenly I realized what was happening. His heavy black balls were twitching, his cock clenching and jerking – I had accidentally picked the moment right as DeShawn was cumming! I released Danny’s head and that thick black snake slithered out of his mouth.

  I giggled. I’d wanted to give hubby a little taste but he got the full course meal – his mouth was filled with about a cup of DeShawn’s thick, creamy semen.

  “Swallow it,” DeShawn commanded. Danny did as he was instructed, and then he went for seconds by cleaned off DeShawn’s cock with his tongue. He even used his fingers to pull out every drop! After a few minutes of that, DeShawn was rock hard again. DeShawn and I fucked again and this time DeShawn fired his cum deep inside me.

  DeShawn and I continued having sex, usually three or four times a week, for most of the next year until I gave birth to our first child. Although the child was black, we agreed that it was my husband’s baby. Danny has turned out to be a wonderful father. As for DeShawn, he transferred to another college a few states away so now it’s just Danny and me in the house. But with all the baby expenses, we are in need of a renter now more than ever. We haven’t started taking any applications yet but I have a strange suspicion that the guy I select will be well-built, well-hung … and black!

  MY BLACK BABY DADDY

  IS MOVING IN WITH US!

  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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  I’m a twenty-seven year old married woman named Annie. A couple years ago, my husband Tyler and I were having some marital issues. We decided that we would “take a break” from our marriage for a while. I moved out of the house and into a small studio apartment with our young daughter. During our break, I would sometimes hire a babysitter and go out with some single friends. One of those times I met a sexy guy named Andre. He was twenty-two, single, athletic and black. Although Tyler and I hadn’t talked about whether we’d be dating other people during our break, I figured it was probably acceptable. (And frankly, I didn’t want to have the talk because I liked the ambiguity – I didn’t want Tyler dating other women!)

  I’m not the kind of girl who has sex on the first date, but it was impossible to resist Dre. When I felt his cock through his blue jeans at the club, I knew that he was packing some serious heat. When I actually got the chance to see it, I was stunned. It had to be nearly twice as long as my husband’s four-and-a-half incher, plus it was uncircumcised and incredibly thick. I’d only been with a couple of guys before Tyler and I’d never seen an uncircumcised guy before, but I soon learned how to expertly suck his cock.

  At first, I was a little scared of taking his huge cock inside of me but with lubrication it fit in easily but snugly. Believe me, I never needed to ask Dre if he’s inside of me, you can definitely feel it. The feeling of fullness was simply spectacular. I had the feeling that, for the first time in my life, I was experiencing sex the way it was supposed to be. I had always faked my orgasms with Tyler but with Dre there was no need for that – I would orgasm at least a couple of times, and often as many as ten times. I’d always thought that I was less of a woman because I couldn’t climax, but now I realized that the problem wasn’t me at all – it was my husband and his tiny package. Making love with an adequately hung man was truly a life-changing experience, and in more ways than one…

  After a couple of months of separation, Tyler and I managed to work out our differences and I moved back into our home. Soon after I returned to the home, I started to feel nauseated. A pregnancy test only confirmed what I already knew – I was pregnant and I knew that Dre was the father. Tyler and I decided that we were only going to have one child, so I had him get a vasectomy after the birth of our d
aughter. I guess I was a little careless with birth control during our break, and now we were going to have a black baby.

  Tyler was very understanding. We explained the situation to our friends and families. They understood that it wasn’t cheating because we were on a break and we were possibly getting divorced, and they accepted our decision to keep the baby. We were overjoyed when we learned that we were having a boy to complete our family.

  While Tyler was happy to help raise our son, he was adamant that Dre needed to man up, get a job and help take care of the child. Dre agreed that he would be there to help in any way that he could. We gave him a key to our house so that he could come and go as he needed. At one point it occurred to me that the best thing would be to have Dre move into the house with us so that he could be available around the clock to help with the baby. I suggested it to Tyler and he agreed. We moved Dre into the guest room, and he promised to do his best to find work.

  Once he moved into the house with us, Dre kept trying to get me to have sex with him. Being pregnant, I was awfully horny and I missed my lovemaking sessions with him, but I told him that I couldn’t because Tyler and I were back together again.

  Then something happened that I didn’t expect. Dre confronted Tyler. He explained that he was in a relationship with me, that I was his baby mama and he wasn’t going to help take care of his woman if he wasn’t going to be able to have sex with her. Tyler didn’t like the idea at first, but he understood where Dre was coming from. He agreed that we could have a sexual relationship but that I needed to get my tubes tied at birth because he didn’t want any more babies, and he didn’t want our friends or family knowing that we were still together sexually.

  From that point forward, I started having sex with Dre regularly, sometimes more than once a day. Often times Dre would come home late at night after going to the club and he’d slip get in bed with me. When Tyler would wake up from the noise of our fucking, he would kiss me on the cheek and excuse himself to the living room couch.

  That spring I gave birth to our adorable son, Andre Jr. And I kept my word, getting my tubes tied at the same time as the birth. Tyler and I now have a beautiful family, with one boy and one girl. Tyler confessed to me that he gets turned on by the thought of his white wife making love to her black stud. He loves to watch and listen to my moaning and groaning as I’m brought off expertly by my well-hung black lover. Tyler knows that Dre is a far better lover for me but he finds it exciting rather than something to fear. And he has nothing to fear because our marriage bond is stronger than ever. And guess what? Last week, Tyler brought me to orgasm for the first time!

  As for Dre, my husband has nothing to worry about. He isn’t a one-woman kind of guy. He’s still clubbing and sewing his wild oats. Dre has flat-out told me that he doesn’t love me, he’s just in it for the sex and he wants to help raise his son. And that’s fine with me. I have one man who is dependable and loving, and a lover who is incredibly sexy and well-equipped and gives me the best sex of my life. I’ve found that I can satisfy both my husband and my black baby daddy quite well. None of us would have it any other way!

  MY WIFE’S AFRICAN ADDICTION

  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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  “Stop it, Austin,” my wife Kayla said. We were cuddling while watching TV and during the commercials I asked once again to fulfill my favorite fantasy. “I don’t want to sleep with other guys. I’m not that kind of girl.”

  “But you said you’ve always fantasized about black guys. Wouldn’t you want to give it a try?”

  “No, I said I think they’re sexy. When I was in college, if the right black guy had approached me, who knows, I might have dated him. But I’m married now and I’m not going to sleep around.”

  What Kayla didn’t know is that I had approached a guy at my work to try and seduce my wife. Amante is thirty-five years old, 6’4 with dark black skin, and recently divorced. One of the women on the line supposedly had a fling with him while his divorce was pending, and she claimed that he’s hung like a horse. I showed him a picture of my blond wife Kayla in a bikini, showing off her curvaceous body. He liked what he saw but it took me a little while to convince him that I was serious. Finally he agreed to show up at my house on Friday night at eleven-thirty.

  That night I arranged for a babysitter, and Kayla and I went out for dinner and a movie. Kayla is a lightweight, and I made sure at dinner that she had two large glasses of wine with dinner. She was buzzing and I made sure that we got home before eleven to send the sitter home. Then I went into the dining room, uncorked a bottle of our favorite wine, and poured us each a double-sized serving in wine glasses.

  “Honey, I’ve already had a lot,” Kayla said, with a little drunkenness in her voice.

  “I want to toast,” I said. “To seven wonderful years with an amazing, beautiful woman.”

  She toasted with me, drinking a little more than half of what I’d poured, then excused herself to the bathroom. While she was gone, I refilled her glass. When she returned, I brought up some gossip about our neighbors. She enjoyed the conversation and it didn’t take her long before she had finished her glass.

  “Would you like some more?”

  “It’s delicious but I shouldn’t,” she said.

  “Just a taste, then,” I said, pouring her a single serving this time. “This is the 2008 vintage and I think this is the best one we’ve had.”

  She nodded, downing the wine. I set down my glass, took her glass from her hand, and began kissing her. I ran my hands all over her body and I was dry humping her.

  “Wow, you’re ready to go tonight,” she said. My penis was rock hard, straining against my jeans as I rubbed against her crotch.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I said. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

  When we got to the bedroom, Kayla was on fire. She wanted to go right at it but I was trying to slow things down, making sure that my black stud had time to arrive. After about five minutes of foreplay and slowing removing our clothes, I had Kayla lying down on the bed. I was slowly licking all over pussy lips, slowly circling in toward her love button. I had two fingers inside of her, thrusting in and out, as I began to lick her clit. She was moaning and flopping around.

  “God, I drank too much,” she said.

  “Is the room spinning?”

  “Not yet.”

  Just then, I heard my phone ding. I got up and checked the message. It was Amante at the front door.

  “Just a second, honey. Don’t move.”

  “What’s going on?” my wife asked as I left the bedroom.

  I opened the front door. Amante was standing there in a long black trench coat with a big smile on his face.

  “Are you ready for some dark meat?” he asked. He opened the trench coat. He was completely naked. His body was very athletic and he was sporting a huge black cock.

  “God damn, she’s gonna love that,” I said. “I’ve got her all warmed up for you.”

  I walked into the bedroom with Amante behind me. Kayla jolted up, a look of surprise and fear on her face. “What the fuck’s going on?”

  “A threesome is going on,” I said. “This is my friend, Amante.”

  Amante dropped the trench coat to the floor. My wife’s eyes widened, looking straight at his crotch. “Oh, my God! I guess it’s true what they say about black
guys!”

  Amante walked over to Kayla’s face. She leaned over, grabbed his cock and started to lick it. As she did that, I dove back between her legs and continued licking her. My penis was rock hard as I watched my little blond sweetheart running her tongue all over Amante’s thick black shaft, swirling her tongue around the cockhead and trying to suck on the head. She tried twice to take it in her mouth but each time she started gagging. When she went back for a third attempt, Amante stopped her.

  “That’s okay, baby. I want to put it inside of you.”

  “I don’t know,” she said. “I think it would hurt me.”

  “I won’t hurt you.”

  “Why don’t you lay down and I’ll get on top,” Kayla said. I stood at the end of the bed as Amante layed down. Kayla didn’t go straight for his cock, though. She straddled his waist, bent over and began kissing him. I could see his thick black fingers slithering through her blond hair as she humped her groin against his abdomen. I saw his hands slide downward over her body and grab her butt, then they slid back up over her shoulders. I moved to the side of the bed so that I could see their faces. Kayla’s eyes were closed as they French kissed.

  Finally Kayla moved upright again, grabbed his mighty black serpent in her hands and moved above it. She aimed it right at her wet slit and rubbed the head back and forth to lubricate it. Finally, she placed his black beast right at the entrance of her tight vagina. She slowly lowered herself on it, groaning, slowly bobbing up and down.

  “Fuck, it’s huge,” she said, breathing heavily. Slowly it penetrated her, inch by inch. “Oh, God! Oh, my God!” It took her a few minutes, but she eventually got herself fully stuffed by that black monster. “It feels totally different.”

  “Is it good?” I asked.

  “Fuck yeah, it’s amazing!” She started to ride it very slowly, letting nearly half of it out of her before sliding back down all the way. “My God, this is heaven!”