MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  “I didn’t want you to be so good at this,” I said to him. Then we kissed some more. My panties were soaking from my arousal as I walked back into the office. I was so curious to know what it would be like to have sex with that beautiful black man.

  That night, I texted Holman. Although it scared me to death, I suggested that we meet in a hotel for sex on Thursday evening. I didn’t have to make dinner that night because my daughter was in dance until 8:00 and my husband would pick up my son from a friend’s house and drive him to little league, and they wouldn’t be home until around 8:30. When he agreed, I was afraid but very excited.

  When we finally had sex in the hotel room, it was amazing. My husband’s penis is about five inches long, which I believe is average, but Holman’s cock was very long and thick. I didn’t measure it but it was about 50% longer and so much thicker. I don’t perform oral sex on Brian because it doesn’t seem like something a nice married lady would do, but with Holman I felt so sexy and naughty that I took his cock inside of my mouth. I loved feeling it’s soft velvety warmth, even as it hardened inside of me. Holman slowly moved his hips, the head of his big cock pushing a bit too far into my mouth at times, but I tried my best to cover my teeth and to lick and suck his cockhead. He seemed to like it, though.

  Holman had me lay down on the bed, then kissed me on the lips and moved down my chest. He held and kissed my breasts, which I adored. Then he reached my pussy. I squirmed and moaned loudly as he licked me, inflaming my already burning lust, pleasing me with his tongue. Then he picked my legs up, putting my ankles over his shoulders, and took hold of his thick cock. He aimed it at my entrance, ran the head over my clit a few times, and then gently pushed inside. For the first time in my life, I felt another man’s penis entering me. It felt so much different, so much larger, and I loved it.

  Holman started by fucking me slowly, leaning back a bit, and I loved seeing his muscular frame. Soon he dropped my legs down and leaned forward. While on his forearms, he fucked me hard and fast. My clitoris was tingling as I felt an orgasm rise and race through my body, making me groan in delight. As it receded, I immediately felt another one welling up and coursing through me. He moved me onto my side, fucking me from behind in a spooning position. I’d never done that position before and it was great. We then had me ride him on top in the cowgirl before we switched to doggy style, where he finished inside of me. After that we cuddled for a while, then he was hard again and went had sex again. All in all, it lasted nearly an hour.

  On the way home, I could feel my clitoris pounding inside of my panties, and I fingered myself while driving to the dance studio. I brought my daughter home and when my husband arrived with my son from his baseball game, nobody seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary. The world had changed completely for me but it was like I was in a different world, simply unnoticed.

  Holman and I made love only about once a month for the next six month. I didn’t really feel guilty about what I was doing but at one point I just got sick of the lying and deception. I finally sat down Brian and told him that I’d been cheating on him. Although I’d figured that would be the end of my marriage, we talked about it and realized that there’s no reason that our marriage should end and we should lose everything we had just because my vagina wasn’t where it was supposed to be at certain times. We still loved each other and had a great life, and neither of us wanted to lose that. I told him, though, that I didn’t want to give up Holman or the chance to have other encounters in my life, so if we were going to stay together we couldn’t exclude the possibility of other relationships. To my surprise, he agreed to it.

  I’m not in any way minimizing the pain that he felt, but I do feel that in the end it worked out for the best for both of us. We’re still a happy couple, socially monogamous with a great family. I still have sex with Brian, but I also go on dates with other men. Right now I have four boyfriends, and I go on a weekly date with each of them. I love the sex, yes, but I also enjoy just loving and sharing a life with four amazing men. My children and family are unaware, and I would hate for anybody to know. All of my boyfriends are married and none of their wives are aware of it, so unfortunately I’m still sneaking around in some ways. But you can’t have everything in life.

  I realize that at some point Brian might date another women and I hope that I’ll be able to handle it with the maturity that he’s shown to me. But for now, it’s a perfect relationship that really shows a great example of how two mature adults can handle romance in the twenty-first century.

  AFFIRMATIVE ACTION BABY

  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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  My wife Leah and I were raised to believe that education and careers are very important. “The more you learn the more you earn,” as they say. We both went to college in the Boston area and started our careers before we got involved in any serious relationships. On my side, I really didn’t have much experience. Leah, on the other hand, had a lot of fuck buddies and friends with benefits while in college.

  We were both twenty-seven when we decided we should start a family. Leah had been working for a few years in a marketing firm and she felt established enough there to take on a baby. I work for a cloud management company and I’d been promoted to manager, with the prospect of junior director dangling just above me. Our friends were starting to have children, too, so it seemed like a good time for that.

  “Steven, I need to talk with you about something.” I knew that it was pretty serious when Leah had me sit down on the couch next to her “to talk.”

  “We both want the best educational opportunities for our children, right?” she asked.

  “Of course,” I said, wondering where this was leading. We’d already agreed that private schools were best for our kids.

  “We both want our children to attend the elite universities, and one of the biggest advantages in admission is affirmative action. In particular, black applicants are far more likely to get admitted.”

  “Right,” I said. “But we’re both white.”

  She put a hand on my knee and looked into my eyes. “The best thing that we can do for our children, if we want them to have the greatest chance for success in life, is to use a black man’s sperm to fertilize my eggs.”

  I was shocked at what Leah was suggesting. But she explained that she’d already discussed it with her parents and they were fully on board with the idea. Not only would this allow our children a better opportunity to get into college, but they would also benefit from affirmative action in hiring and starting their own businesses.

  “I understand that you assumed that our children would be born using your sperm. But if we’re going to focus on what’s best for the children, we really shouldn’t be selfish about this.”

  I told her that I wasn’t trying to be selfish. Honestly, I just didn’t think a white couple would be the best people to raise black children. Leah was offended and suggested that I was being racist. I assured her, though, that I was concerned for the children being raised in such a circumstance. She replied that she’d already looked into it and there are ways that we can bring culture to our children, including by having their biological father know them and visit them. The more we discussed the idea, we realized that this was the wisest and most progressive approach to take.

  I thought that we were going to find a strong
sperm donor and use IVF but it turned out that Leah already had a particular black man in mind. His name was Chaylen and he’d attended Boston College with her and was a star running back on their football team. I learned that Leah was one of his fuck buddies back in college, and it was considered a great honor to have been one of the girls chosen to fuck Chaylen. He was handsome, intelligent, well hung, and a future millionaire when he made it to the NFL. He was predicted to be a first or second round draft pick until a torn ACL slowed him down considerably and ended his nascent football career.

  Leah said that Chaylen was the best lover she’d ever had and she wanted my permission to rekindle her sexual relationship with him. She’d found him on Facebook and he worked a half hour away at the Ford dealership, and she asked if I would support having Chaylen as the biological father of our children. I told her that he sounded like a perfect man for the job.

  That night, Leah called Chaylen on the phone. She learned that he was married with four children but he was interested in resuming their sexual relationship if they could be discreet about it. When she told him that he would get the opportunity to father her children and that her husband would raise the babies, he seemed especially interested. They found an evening when Chaylen’s wife Sandra was working late. After he put his kids to bed, Chaylen sneaked out and drove over to our house.

  Leah was wearing a sexy black bra and panties when Chaylen arrived. They both went at it immediately and I was surprised by their passion. I’d never considered Leah to be a very sexual woman but with Chaylen she was moaning and moving like a woman possessed. It wasn’t long before she was on her knees with Chaylen’s cock in her mouth. She’d told me that he was well hung but I was surprised at just how big he was in person. That huge chocolate spear was sliding in and out of my wife’s dainty little hands and mouth, her eyes focused on his, and she massaged his balls as she twirled her head as she sucked to give him extra pleasure. I dropped my pants, used some lubricating gel and began jerking off to the show.

  Once in bed, the two of them went at it like old pros. They had sex in position after position, but my favorites were seeing them looking eye to eye in missionary, and then doggy style when he pulled her hair back hard and loudly slapped her bubble butt. She was moaning like a whore the whole time and she cried out in orgasm more times than I could count. When he finally finished inside of her, they continued kissing with him deep inside of her, his black paws running over her body as his come leaked out around his cock. Soon he was hard again and they went for another round of fucking. They went for three rounds and over an hour before they were through.

  Leah, wearing a red silk robe and a pair of white panties, walked Chaylen to the door. “I’ve missed that so much,” she said, rubbing his cock through his jeans.

  “You’ve missed my cock, baby?”

  “Sex,” she said, her face pouting. “I’ve missed having sex.” I didn’t understand what she meant. After all, we’ve had sex pretty much weekly for years, and more frequently than that when we’d first met.

  “It’s back now, baby,” he said, giving her a kiss goodbye as he went out the door.

  “You can do that to me anytime,” she said, waving goodbye to him from the front steps.

  Chaylen began coming to our house two or three times a week for sex. He never stays the night, just stopping by for sex and leaving. Over these past five years, Leah has given birth to two boys and a girl. She’s now pregnant with our fourth baby. We’d always talked about having only one or two kids, but Chaylen wants more. They’re a real blessing to us but they’re expensive and I don’t want to spend the next ten years changing diapers. I asked Leah if the next one will be her last and she thinks it might be, but there will probably be more. Chaylen is encouraging her to have seven and she kind of likes the idea. She said that I’ll need to get a part-time job to supplement my income because she expects all of our children to attend private school. That’s what happens when you’re the father of such a large family!

  SHE’S CHEATING WITH HER

  SISTER’S BLACK LOVER!

  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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  A few months ago, my wife Teri told me that her little sister Ashlie wanted us to meet Cassius, the guy she was dating. They’d been dating for a few months and she wanted her sister to get the chance to meet him.

  That kind of surprised me because Teri and Ashlie weren’t the closest sisters. They’d always been very competitive with each other. In fact, Teri told me that Ashlie had stolen a couple of her boyfriends back in grade school. But then my wife explained what was really going on: Ashlie wanted her family to meet her boyfriend but she was too afraid to introduce him to her parents because he’s black. We decided that we would invite Ashlie and Cassius over to our house for dinner on Friday night. We asked a neighbor to watch our two young children overnight because we thought it was too early to introduce the kids to a new person, but also so that we could have adult conversations and have a dip in the hot tub.

  When they arrived at our house, Cassius smiled and shook my hand. He had a firm grip that matched his powerful body. His skin was incredibly dark and shiny, and it was clear that he spent a lot of time in the gym. Seeing him standing there with his arm around the waist of Ashlie, his freckle-faced young white lover, was arousing. I remembered hearing Teri giggling on the phone with Ashlie about sex.

  We walked over to the kitchen. I poured drinks for everybody, and then we made small talk with Ashlie and Cassius as we finished preparing dinner. I noticed that my wife seemed awfully flirtatious with him, and I could tell that she found him immensely attractive. I wondered if she was thinking about Cassius’s enormous manhood. According to my wife, Ashlie told her that she loves Cassius’s cock but it’s so large that sometimes she has trouble taking it all, even using plenty of lubrication. And it’s also so long that Ashlie is unable to accommodate his entire shaft inside of her. Just the thought of that mighty black monster lurking beneath his pants gave me a semi.

  After dinner and a couple more cocktails, we decided to head for the hot tub. While Ashlie was inside changing in the bathroom, my sexy blonde wife stood right in front of Cassius and did a sexy strip tease, slowly unbuttoning her blouse to reveal the black bikini top. Then she turned around and shimmied out of her blue jeans, her ass pressed against Cassius’s lap, giving him a real show. She was clearly intoxicated and didn’t seem afraid of teasing her little sister’s boyfriend.

  Just as the three of us settled down in the hot tub, Ashlie arrived in her white bikini, sipping on a pint glass of margarita. She looked awfully cute with her thin body, freckled cheeks, and brown hair up in a ponytail, but she didn’t have Teri’s full curves. When she joined us in the tub, she seemed a little jealous of the attention that her sister was giving her boyfriend.

  We’d been in the hot tub for over half an hour and it was getting dark. When we stepped out of the hot tub, Ashlie was very wobbly. She’d clearly had too much to drink and she said that she felt like she was going to get sick.

  “Honey,” Teri said, “would you please help Ashlie?” She placed a hand on his chest. “I’m talking with Cassius.”

  She had a look in her eye like she had more in mind than just talk. Teri had been a little wild when she was single but one thing that she’d never done was sleep with a black guy. We’d talked ab
out her possibly taking a lover to spice up our love life but so far nothing had ever happened. I wondered if she was thinking about getting something black inside of her.

  “Cassius and I are going to spend a little sexy time in our bedroom. Keep Ashlie away, okay?”

  I agreed. Ashlie spent a good twenty minutes kneeling in front of the toilet. I told Ashlie that she and Cassius were too drunk to drive home and they were staying the night with us. She was going to sleep in the guest room and Cassius would sleep on the living room couch. She took a quick shower, drank a glass of water, and went to sleep in the guest room.

  I soon as I was finished taking care of Ashlie, I sneaked over to my bedroom. I tried the door but it was locked. I pulled down the metal pin above the door frame, poked it inside the lock, and opened the door. When I opened the door, what I saw shocked me.

  “My sister was right,” Teri said with a giggle. “It’s huge!”

  Cassius was laying on top of my wife, balls deep inside of her.

  “Shit, girl, I’m all the way inside of you. Your sister can’t take it that deep.”

  “I’ve gotten looser after giving birth. My husband used to feel good inside of me but sex hasn’t felt very good since the kids. Now I understand it. There’s no friction. My vagina is bigger and I need a bigger cock to fill it.”

  Cassius was grunting as he squeezed his monster deep inside of Teri. She was breathing hard, moaning with every thrust, her hands gripping the sheets on my bed. “Oh, God! Oh, God!” My wife stopped breathing, her face grimacing as she rode through a powerful orgasm. Cassius penetrated her relentlessly with his turgid black weapon.

  “It feels so fucking good,” Cassius said, sweat trickling down his back. “So much better than your fuckin’ sister. I got the whole shaft inside.” Some beads of sweat were falling off his face and onto her blond hair and back.