MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance
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He flipped her over and he began to pound her doggy style. Teri told him that he was inside even deeper now, filling her completely. “It’s like your cock was made for my pussy.” Her face was down in the pillow, her ass up high. He was thrusting hard and deep, holding her hips and occasionally slapping her ass. I could see welts on her ass cheeks in the shape of his huge black hands, but she was moaning in pleasure.
Finally, Cassius announced that he was coming. “Ahhhhhh,” my wife moaned long and deeply. He thrust inside her as deep as he could, then jerked his body a few times as he unloaded his precious seed into her womb. They collapsed together and kissed slowly but passionately as a trickle of white sperm slowly leaked out of my wife’s cunt.
Ashlie never found out what happened that night. Ever since then, Cassius stops by our house two or three times a night to spend some alone time with Teri. I watch the kids while she entertains her black lover on our marital bed. When he leaves, I join her and she tells me all the dirty details while we make sweet love. I know things will get ugly when Ashlie learns that her man isn’t faithful but after stealing two of Teri’s old boyfriends, I guess he had it coming – or is that cumming?
MY WIFE DIDN’T TELL
ME THE GUY IS BLACK
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.
* * *
“I was wondering, Brandon,” my wife Samantha said, “do you think my friend Alexis is pretty?”
“Sure, she’s cute,” I said. Alexis’s brown curly hair was chopped short, her face was a little mousy and she had an extra twenty pounds on her, but she was fun and had an attractive in a girl-next-door kind of way. “Why do you ask?”
“You know that our sex life has been kind of stale lately, and I remember how you said that you’d like to see me with another guy. Well, I was talking with Alexis and she mentioned that she thinks you’re handsome and her boyfriend is into swinging. I mean, she didn’t outright ask but she made it pretty clear that she’d like to swing with us.”
That surprised me. Samantha is a black-haired knockout with a skinny waist, large breasts and a round ass. Even after giving birth to our son, she still has a killer body and never fails to turn heads. I’d always fantasized about seeing her with another man. One time while we were drunk, I asked her if she’d be interested in dating another guy. She just laughed and said no. That was a few years ago. Now, out of the blue, she was bringing it up.
“What about her boyfriend? You don’t want to get involved without knowing what you’re getting.”
“Actually, I don’t think he’s her boyfriend, just a guy she’s dating. His name is Daniel. I saw his picture and he looks decent. She did pretty well if you ask me. So, if you’re interested in Alexis and still want to do this, I’d be willing to give it a try.”
After a short discussion, we decided to give it a try. We invited Alexis and Daniel over to our house on Friday night for drinks, appetizers and cards. Of course, everybody knew that sex was pretty much on the agenda. I was pretty hot the whole week, anticipating having sex with Alexis. Samantha seemed especially horny, too, and that week we had some of the best sex we’d had in years.
That night, I heard the doorbell ring and I answered the door. Alexis looked great, dressed in sexy red sleeveless top and a black skirt. But what surprised me was her date. I couldn’t believe that Alexis was able to snag such a great looking guy. Daniel was a 6’4, broad-shouldered, dark-skinned black man. He was clearly a body builder, with his chest muscles clearly visible through his t-shirt. He introduced himself and shook my hand. He seemed incredibly confident, and I must admit that I felt a little intimidated by his attitude, as well as his size and strength.
We came inside and talked over appetizers and drinks. I could tell from my wife’s body language that she was totally smitten by the tall black stud. Although the conversation started off with the four of us talking together, Daniel and my wife walked over toward the living room while Alexis and I chatted in the kitchen. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my wife in her little black dress backed up against the wall, smiling as Daniel leaned close, his huge frame looming above her. I saw her place her hands on his biceps, then his chest. Daniel responded by running his powerful black hands down her body, caressing her gentle curves.
“Are you watching her?” Alexis asked.
“Sorry, I’ve never seen my wife with another man before.”
Alexis put her hands on my hips, leaned forward and kissed me. “I like to watch, too.” Her hands cupped my ass. “But why don’t we give them something to watch?”
Alexis slowly unbuttoned my shirt, kissing her way down my chest as she did. When she got it off, she pressed her chest up against my chest. I started to take off her blouse but she stopped me. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” she said.
She took me by the hand and led me to the bed in the guest room. She took her blouse off, revealing her black bra underneath. She unbuckled my belt, pulled my blue jeans and briefs down, and pushed me back onto the bed. Alexis placed one hand around the base of my cock and slowly began to lick it. Then she ripped open a foil wrapper and rolled a condom over my penis with her mouth.
I heard the voices of Daniel and Samantha coming up the hallway. I saw them pass by as they walked into our bedroom, leaving the bedroom door half-open. Although neither door was closed, I could only see a little sliver of the action going on in the adjacent room. But I could see my wife’s white hand running up Daniel’s dark, muscular back. Between Alexis’s masterful tongue and the show in the other room, my penis was fully erect.
Alexis kissed her way up my stomach then laid on top of me. I caressed her soft, milky white skin as we kissed.
“Oh, my God!” my wife laughed in the other room. “You’re huge!” I looked toward the door but I couldn’t see their bodies, just the edge of the bed. “I don’t think I can take all that!”
Alexis was looking at the door, then looked back at me, nodding. “He’s enormous. I don’t know if all black guys are that big but Daniel sure is.”
Alexis grabbed my five incher and slipped it inside of her hairy cunt, then began slowly riding up and down. She looked down into my eyes. “Daniel’s cock is amazing but sometimes it’s almost too much. I won’t let him touch my ass with that thing. And for blowjobs, I prefer a smaller penis like yours. I can fit the whole thing in my mouth. Mmmm.” She leaned in and kissed me. I reached my arms up around her back, holding her against me as she slowly rocked.
“Oh, wow! Oh, God, Daniel!” My wife’s breath was labored, moaning. “I’ve never felt anything like that before. Oh, my!”
Alexis giggled. “Daniel is really big.” As Alexis rode me, I was listening to my wife moaning and whimpering as she praised Daniel for his skills and his cock. As I flipped Alexis over to take her doggy style, I heard my wife crying out in wild, ecstatic pleasure. “Unbelievable,” my wife said. “I never knew I could cum so hard!”
I gripped Alexis’s hips and tried to concentrate on her, but it was hard. My wife was always so quiet in bed with me, but with her black lover she sounded like a porn star. “I’m cumming again, baby!” My wife called out two more orgasms before Alexis and I switched into the missionary position.
Alexis was playing with her clit as I fucked her. Just as I was nearing my climax, I heard Daniel groaning. “I’m going cum, bitch! Cum deep inside of yo
u!” I heard Samantha begging him to cum inside of her as I shot my load into the condom.
Alexis smiled. I asked her if she came and she nodded. “I think I had a little one.”
I went to the bathroom to toss out the condom. As I did, I sneaked a peak into my bedroom. Daniel was standing at an angle with his back to me, but I could see that my wife was on her knees between his legs, licking and sucking him back to life. Although I couldn’t see everything, I could see his huge black balls and the last five or six thick inches of his mighty manhood. The slurping sounds of her oral ministrations were incredibly erotic.
I went back to bed with Alexis and we cuddled under the covers. During the night, I heard Samantha and her black lover having sex two more times. In the morning, they showered together and I could hear pounding against the walls and my wife’s orgasmic moans. My wife came down to breakfast in a satin robe, appearing totally exhausted. When Daniel walked up behind her, stretching his huge black arms around her, and she cocked her head up to kiss him, I felt my penis stir. We all agreed that we had a great time and would do it again.
We only did the swinging thing a couple more times before Daniel broke up with Alexis. However, Daniel still stops by at night two or three times a week to pleasure my wife to exhaustion. Right after he leaves, I hop in bed with Samantha and I slip my penis inside of her oily, semen-soaked beaver. Sure, she feels a little bit looser than she did before but the knowledge that her black lover has been there more than makes up for the lack of friction. I wouldn’t have it any other way!
BLACK IS BETTER
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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“Can you assure me that Kaitlyn is safe?” I had expressed my concerns to the police chief about my wife performing this assignment, so he invited me to the station to speak with his detective.
“Jon, we can’t make you any promises,” Detective Jackson said. “Kaitlyn is a police officer. You are well aware that she’s performing a dangerous job.”
“This job is far more dangerous than a normal assignment.”
He nodded soberly. The cops were trying to catch Kemontre Smith, perhaps the most powerful drug dealer in our city. He was known for being a violent and ruthless thug. As a juvenile, he’d allegedly killed his girlfriend by stabbing her 28 times but was acquitted when a witness suddenly refused to testify against him.
And Kemontre’s violent ways hadn’t changed. Over the years, a friend or business partner who wronged him would occasionally disappear, and later the body would be found floating down the river. The police wanted Kaitlyn to go undercover so that she could get access to him. I was concerned for her safety but I understood the importance of catching him, so I agreed.
It was well-known that Kemontre had a thing for white women. Kaitlyn was totally his type – a thin, attractive blonde in her late twenties. As part of the assignment, she was to pose as a single woman at his favorite bar. The goal was for her to move in with him so that the police could see his criminal enterprise up close from the inside.
It worked. Kemontre hit on her and she accepted. They dated for a month and then, last week, she moved into his place in the ghetto.
“Kaitlyn has planted cameras in every room in the house except the bathroom,” Detective Jackson said. “We have police stationed nearby in case it gets dangerous. Probably the worst scenario would be if Kemontre were to figure out that she’s a cop or if he found one of the cameras.”
“So you can see and hear everything that’s happening?” I asked.
“Come on, I’ll show you.”
He took me down to a room. There was a wall covered with small widescreen monitors, and one very large widescreen TV in the middle, probably about 50”. On each screen was a different camera angle, with more than one camera per room. Below the screens was a desk with a computer and keyboard, manned by a uniformed officer.
“There right there,” he said, pointing at one of the monitors. It showed Kemontre and Kaitlyn sipping on cocktails in the kitchen. Kemontre was wearing a “wife beater” t-shirt and jeans that were falling down, and I could make out his large diamond stud earring. He backed her up against the counter and began kissing her. Kaitlyn, holding her drink up to her side, was returning the kiss. “Okay, Kurt, go to the other angle. Over there.”
But then, Kemontre took her hand and led my wife out of the kitchen.
“They’re going to the bedroom,” Kurt said.
As they stepped into the bedroom, the large TV screen switched to Kaitlyn and Kemontre kissing at the end of the bed. Slowly they were taking off each others’ clothes until they were both naked. She was pressing her delicate white body against his dark black frame, dry humping him.
“DeMonte is packing some serious heat,” Kurt said with a chuckle. “Look at the size of that weapon!” As my wife dropped to her knees, I could see DeMonte’s cock. It had to be a foot long and unbelievably thick. As my wife sucked on his cock, her eyes were locked on DeMonte’s. I could hear the sounds loud and clear as she licked and sucked the head while also stroking his mighty shaft. His black monster hardened in her hands. It didn’t get any longer but it thickened a bit more, nearly to the size of a coke can.
“She really loves that cock, too,” Kurt said, a gleam in his eye. “She’s a total slut for his big black cock. I’ve never seen a girl go so wild!”
“That’s his wife,” Detective Jackson said. “And a fellow officer. Show some respect!”
DeMonte laid down on the bed and Kaitlyn got on top of him. She lined up his big cock with her slit, rubbed the head up and down, and then lowered herself on it. “Oh, God, Montie,” she cooed, “you’re so fucking big!”
Kurt typed on the keyboard and the angle changed. I was now watching my wife’s face as she rode her black stud. Her eyes were rolling back in her head. “It feels so fucking good. I’ve never had a cock this good.”
“You like that, bitch?” DeMonte asked. “You like that?”
“Mmmm-hmmm!” Kaitlyn leaned down and kissed him as she rode up and down on his cock. His black hands roamed across her back and grabbed her white ass.
“Ooh!” Kaitlyn exclaimed as DeMonte rolled them over. He was now on top of her. She had her legs up next to his, moving in rhythm with him. “Oh, God, DeMonte!” Her face and chest were flush, her breathing labored. “I’m cumming!” I could see her stomach contracting involuntarily as she rode out a long, powerful orgasm. She was holding her breath for a long time, then finally screamed in pleasure. “You’re so fucking good, DeMonte! Your cock is amazing! I’ve never had sex as good as this!”
They switched to the doggy position. My wife’s ass was up in the air, on her elbows with her face low against the bed. Her face showed a look of exhilaration and pleasure, but also concern. “Don’t go so deep,” she said. “Your cock feels so good in my pussy, but you’re hitting my cervix. You’re so fucking big, baby. Almost too big. Yes, baby, like that. You’re touching all the right places.” DeMonte was slapping her ass, and I could see the red marks on her ass from him slapping her. “Yes, that’s it. Smack that ass, baby. I’m a naughty little slut.”
Again the camera angle changed. I wasn’t really happy about that, as I loved watching my wife’s face. She was always quiet in bed with me, and seeing her powerful orgasms and the way she talked in bed with DeMonte was quite arousing. But the n
ew angle was good, too. It was from behind them. I could see DeMonte’s huge cock pounding in and out, and her overfilled pussy stretched tight as a drum, so full that part of her pussy was moving in and out of her with each thrust.
“Here it go, bitch!” DeMonte groaned and pushed in deep. I could see his shaft jerking. His balls pulled up, twitching as they unloaded deep inside my wife’s womb. She was on the Pill but I was a little worried. She had tried the Pill with me but she couldn’t remember to take it consistently, and it resulted in two pregnancies. Now that I had a vasectomy, we didn’t need to worry about birth control any more. As he slowly withdrew his softening black cock, I hoped he wasn’t impregnating her. When his cockhead plopped out, it was clearly covered in semen and his sperm was dripping out of her semen-soaked snatch. She turned onto her side and they began kissing.
“As you can see, Jon,” Detective Jackson said. “We have cameras all over the house and we are monitoring it 24/7. You have nothing to worry about.”
HIS BEST FRIEND
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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As I cuddled on the couch with my husband Jayden’s best friend, I found myself wanting more than just cuddling. He’d always had a good looking face with a sweet smile, pretty eyes and nice brown hair, but I’d never really felt any attraction to him. But now things had change, at least on my part.