MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  Toby was my big “sugar bear.” He weighed over 300 pounds. But now that he’d lost weight and was down to 200 pounds, I found myself immensely attracted to him.

  Jayden and I had different tastes in television, while Toby and I shared a lot of common interests. Here we were, watching a popular network sitcom, and both loving it. Jayden had always been fine with our cuddling but everything was now changing. And as he held me close to him, I felt my body signaling its readiness between my legs.

  Toby seemed to sense that thing had changed. He looked into my eyes. “I love you, Lauren.”

  “I love you, too, Toby.”

  When he leaned in to kiss me, though, I hesitated.

  “We can just cuddle, right?”

  He looked disappointed, but he nodded. I felt terrible. Toby had never had any luck with women. Frankly, his weight was the problem. Now that he’d dropped to a normal weight, he would likely get a lot of attention from women. I certainly didn’t want him to think I wasn’t attracted to him.

  “I’m really into you,” I said. “But I’m married. And Jayden’s—”

  “My friend,” he said. “Yeah, I know.”

  Although we continued to watch the show as just friends, I knew that I wanted more. Later that night, when Jayden came home, I told him about what had happened.

  “I know you’ve been okay with me cuddling with Toby. I was wondering if maybe you’d like to do more than that?”

  Jayden’s eyes tightened. “What do you mean?”

  “You know, like maybe we could try a threesome or something? I mean, I don’t know.”

  Jayden seemed very surprised. “You want to have a threesome with me and my best friend?”

  “If you don’t want to, I understand. It’s just that there’s something between us and I’d really like to explore it.”

  At first I felt bad that I’d said anything at all, as he was clearly not interested in the idea. But then Jayden made it clear that although he didn’t want to do a threesome with another man – and certainly not one of his friends – he was okay with me and Toby consummating our love. That night, when I made love with Jayden, it was hotter than the normal wifey-hubby sex. We were both very turned on, no doubt thinking about Toby having sex with me.

  When I ran it by Toby, he was surprised to hear that Jayden was okay with it. He didn’t believe me at first and I had to swear to him repeatedly before he finally believed it was true.

  “Yeah, of course,” he said. “I mean, Lauren, you’re just so beautiful…”

  “I can’t wait to see you tonight,” I replied.

  Before he came, I took a shower and dabbed perfume on my thighs and between my breasts. I put on a red lacey bra and panties, then put on gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt. When he arrived, he seemed a little nervous but I acted like everything was normal. We sat down, spooning as we watched TV on the couch. We watched for a good fifteen minutes and he hadn’t made a move. So I decided to reach over ran my hand over his crotch. I felt his manhood moving beneath his jeans, and I wondered how large it was. He leaned in to kiss me as I unzipped his pants. He tossed his jeans aside and I slipped my hand inside his underwear.

  Toby’s penis wasn’t huge or anything – it was about six inches long and average width – but it had a strong upward curve. It was very hard, and as I slowly stroked it, I loved seeing the look of pleasure on Toby’s face. He lifted off my shirt and he looked with lust and appreciation at my bra. He kissed me between my breasts, then up to my neck. He tried to unhook my bra but didn’t seem to be able to do it. Rather than letting him fumble, I reached behind me and unhooked it. He gently pushed me back and made love to my breasts, kissing the nipples and sucking on them.

  Laying beneath him, I removed my sweatpants. Toby looked like the happiest and luckiest man in the world as he looked down at my body, my stomach gently heaving, wearing nothing but sexy red panties. I lifted my hips as he pulled my panties off. He removed his underwear, got between my legs, and positioned his penis right into my wetness, at the opening of my womanhood.

  Toby and I kissed wildly as he lay on top of me on the couch, his penis penetrating me fully. Even though it was about the same size as my husband’s, it felt very different from its shape and angle. As he thrusted, it felt great and it really touched the right places inside of me. I reached down between my legs and rubbed my love button as he thrusted, our tongues dancing on one another. In only a minute or so I felt an intense sensation of pleasure starting in my groin, and it spread out through my body as my body wrenched in the grip of a powerful orgasm.

  As I came, Toby looked up above me, his eyes vacant. “Oh God, honey.” He thrusted faster, then he pushed in deep, and he fired his semen deep inside of me. We both rode out our simultaneous orgasm and then kissed together, then we laughed as we held hands. It was beautiful and amazing.

  Since that time, Toby and I have made love about once a week. I still have sex with my husband, of course, and there hasn’t been any real jealousy or concern from Jayden. However, I experienced a pang of jealousy when Toby told me that he asked out a girl on a date and she accepted. On the one hand I feel bad that I’m probably going to lose him, but on the other I feel great knowing that I showed him that he could experience attraction and love with a woman.

  STRONGEST AND BEST

  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.

  * * *

  “I want to make love to a black guy,” my wife Tiffany said. She was applying her makeup in our bathroom. “One with a really big dick.”

  I was stunned. I’d walked into our bedroom to pick up my headphones but I froze when I heard the conversation. She was on the phone with Mary, her younger sister. Mary pretty much only dated black guys. My wife always talked down about it, that she wasn’t into black guys so I was surprised to hear her saying that.

  “I know, I know,” Tiffany said. “But what he doesn’t know doesn’t hurt him. And now that my tubes are tied, I don’t have to worry about getting pregnant, so…”

  There was a pause, then Tiffany said, “Kenjon? Okay… That’s fine. Yeah… Ten inches? Wow… As long as he’s sexy and has a big cock and he’s a good lay, I’m down for it.” I sneaked out of the bedroom, went back down to the kitchen and resumed eating my cereal. I was still pretty much in shock. Then I heard my wife coming down the stairs.

  “Hey, honey,” Tiffany said, “I just want to let you know, Mary’s coming over tonight so I can help her with some homework.”

  “That’s fine,” I said. “No problem.” Of course, I knew what was really going on. My wife was planning to sleep with a black guy while I was at work. But I figured out a way that I could get in on the action.

  After Tiffany left for work, I set up our baby monitor in the corner of our bedroom and set our computer to record the action, but also to stream it to my cell phone. I slipped a bottle of lube into my pocket and left for work.

  While I was working, I occasionally checked the video feed on my phone to see if anything interesting was happening. Nothing was happening and I wondered if she’d changed her mind. But then, a little after 7:40, I saw Tiffany and Mary walking into our bedroom along with a tall, very muscular black guy, no doubt Kenjon. I noticed that Mary and Kenjon were fully clothed. Tiffany, though, was wearing nothing but a black teddy.

  As soon as I saw the video of them entering
the bedroom, I went down the hallway to one of the office bathrooms and locked the door. I pulled out my bottle of lubricating liquid, turned on the bathroom fan to make some noise, lubed up my rock-hard five inch penis, and quietly masturbated as the show began.

  Mary left the room, leaving my wife alone with her black stud. Tiffany’s hands were roaming all over Kenjon’s body, and he was kissing her neck. Tiffany lifted off her black lover’s shirt, and he moved her so that she was laying on the bed. My leaned in and began to eat her pussy. My wife was flopping all over the bed, her fingers grabbing the sheets tightly as her black lover licked her pussy. Although I couldn’t hear anything, I could see my wife’s face and I knew that she was orgasming.

  Kenjon moved up on top of her. My wife put her arms around his broad shoulders and they began kissing. Then be took his thick, black cock and lined it up with my wife’s cunt. The look of ecstasy on her face was incredibly erotic as he began pushing his thick cock deep inside of her. He put her legs up over her shoulders and leaned forward. Her legs were pressed against her chest as he pounded hard. Tiffany’s face was turned from side to side, her mouth wide open as she moaned in pleasure.

  Dropping her legs down, Kenjon placed his hands on my wife’s neck. I started to get concerned at that moment, and I could see my wife’s eyes widen as he began to hold himself up using her neck. He was thrusting violently inside of her, his face grimacing menacingly as he stabbed her with his giant cock. Finally he pushed in deep. His cock and balls pulsed as he filled my wife with his cream. At that moment, I lost control and my penis popped in my hands, dribbling spunklet drops down my fingers. My wife’s hands went up around her black lover’s back and down to his waist as they kissed.

  That was the first time that I’d watched my wife with a black lover, but it wasn’t the last. Over the last three months I’ve watched her fuck over a dozen different black guys. All of them were dark-skinned, muscular, and well-equipped. Tiffany has really come alive, and she seems so much happier than I’ve seen her in years. Her new attitude is incredibly sexy, and we’re having sex all the time now. I wish she’d started fucking black guys sooner!

  HE WAS RICH BLACK AND FAMOUS

  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.

  * * *

  When my wife Riley began listening to urban music, I was a little surprised. She usually listened to news talk on public radio, and when she listened to music is was often popular music or folk. But over the last couple of months, I couldn’t help but notice that my wife was listening to hip-hop. In particular, she was listening to songs by a new rapper called Ray Calms. Her niece Abigail was a big fan of his, and she’d gone to a bunch of his concerts.

  “You should give it a try, Jackson,” she said. “It’s urban poetry.”

  “Sorry, that’s not my thing,” I replied. “But you enjoy yourself.”

  I decided to buy tickets to a Ray Calms concert to surprise my wife. It was a Friday concert and I had reservations for us to go out to dinner afterward. But Abigail informed us that she’d won a radio contest and she’d scored backstage passes to meet Ray Calms and his crew after the show. Although we were supposed to go to dinner, I couldn’t deny Abigail her chance to meet her idol.

  After the show, the three of us went back stage. It was a kind of cramped space, though it had some nice furniture, and they were drinking alcohol. Ray Calms seemed to take quite a fancy to both Abigail and Riley. My wife let him know that Abigail was young, and he turned his attention to my wife. Being in her mid-twenties, with straight brown hair that goes half-way down her back and a thin body, she’s still a beauty.

  Ray was having a private conversation with my wife. She stepped over to me and whispered in my ear that Ray wanted to know if he could take her to his private room in the back to show her his personal collection of memorabilia. I asked Riley how she’d responded.

  “I told him that I was down for it but I’d have to ask my husband first.”

  I hesitated, then told her that it was okay with me. Ray, his bodyguards, and my wife went down the hallway. I hung out with Abigail for a good hour before she returned to the room with a dazed, fresh-fucked look on her face. I was pretty pissed.

  “What exactly did you do back there?” I said.

  “What do you think? What does a guy do when he invites you to his room to show you something?”

  “You fucked him? Really, Riley?”

  “You said it was okay,” she said. “I asked you first.”

  Things were pretty chilly at dinner. Abigail thought it was so cool that her auntie had gotten to spend some time alone with Ray Calms, but I was pretty steamed at the situation. Riley ran her foot up my leg. “I asked you first,” she said. Finally, I calmed down, realizing that there had just been a misunderstanding.

  After dinner, we dropped Abigail off at her house. Then, as we drove home, Riley told me exactly what had happened with Ray Calms. He had a little room in the back with mattress on the floor. It was pretty dirty, like a college guy’s dorm room, but she was turned on to be with a famous guy like Ray Calms. His cock was huge, easily twice as long as mine and very thick. She gave him a nice blowjob and then he fucked her doggy style on the mattress.

  “I don’t want to bruise your ego or make you feel bad, but his cock just felt amazing. I’d had some guys with decent sized cocks before I met you, but I never experienced anything like that. Physically it was just magical, but it was more than that. Just knowing that he was rich and famous, it felt amazing.”

  “I hope you at least used a condom?” I asked.

  “No, he doesn’t use condoms,” my wife said. “I asked him but didn’t have any, and he wouldn’t use one if he did. Don’t worry, though. He said he was tested and he’s safe.”

  I suddenly felt a chill up my spine. My wife and I use condoms for birth control.

  “Did he come inside of you? You didn’t let him come inside of you, did you?”

  “No, I didn’t.”

  I exhaled deeply.

  “I didn’t let him, but he did it anyway. He said he’d pull out but he came deep inside when he was fucking me doggy style. And then we did it missionary and he came inside me again.”

  I felt like I’d been punched in the stomach, but I also felt my cock getting hard. When we got home, I ate my wife’s semen-soaked pussy, then I rolled on a condom and fucked her. The whole time, she was telling me how she could barely feel my little thing inside of her and how much better Ray Calms felt inside of her. It only took me a few minutes to blast off into the condom’s reservoir.

  It’s only been a week, so it’s too early to tell whether Riley is pregnant. But just the thought of it has me rock hard. Our sex life is now better than ever, supercharged by the thought of my wife being impregnated by a sexy black rapper.

  PREGNANT BY HIM

  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 pe
rson, 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’m Alex, a twenty-six year old married man. My wife, Grace, is twenty-two years old and she’s a very religious Christian. She attends High Holy Temple of the Nazarene, a large Pentecostal church. Pentecostal means that the congregation believes in “speaking in tongues.” The church also holds its congregants to a strict dress code called “holiness standards” that mostly addresses how women should carry themselves: no makeup, no jewelry, and no shorts. And the women aren’t allowed to wear pants, just dresses. Women aren’t permitted to cut their hair, even to trim it a little.

  My wife is a wonderful woman and the most honest person I’ve ever met. She follows the dress standards but, like many religious women, it doesn’t mean she’s a prude in private. Far from it! When I met her, we had sex on the first date. In addition, she wasn’t married and she’d had a child out-of-wedlock. The father was a sexy African model and he refused to allow her to put the child up for adoption; he wanted to take the child back to Africa to sell on the black market. Grace refused, and ended up raising the child alone.

  While we were still dating, I asked her how many sexual partners she’d had. Grace was very embarrassed to admit that she had slept with nineteen different guys, and she’d contracted venereal disease three times but had it treated.

  I found Grace’s stunning natural beauty, complete honesty and innocent nature, combined with an inability to control her raw sexuality, to be totally intoxicating. When we married, I highly doubted that she would manage to be monogamous.

  My wife’s church is mixed race, with a fairly equal mix of whites, Latinos, and blacks. Although Grace is attracted to men of all races, she’d always been primarily attracted to black men. She confessed to me that she loved everything about them: the way they look, move, and sound. In addition, in her experience, they were better endowed than other guys. She’d secretly dated a number of guys at the church but she wasn’t seeing anybody but me at the moment.