MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  A few months ago, the church appointed a new pastor, Calvary Brown. The guy was in his mid-thirties and, according to Grace, incredibly handsome and charismatic. When he came into the church, there were rumors that he was kicked out of his former church for cheating on his wife by having improper relationships with some of the younger women. However, those are just rumors. The church broadcasts on television and having somebody charismatic and telegenic is important.

  Last week, Grace told me that Pastor Calvary called her into his office. He told her that he found her incredibly attractive. He also said that he’d prayed about it. God told him that he wanted Grace to be his sexual partner and, in God’s eyes, she was his true wife and he was her true husband. Grace said she was flattered to learn this, and she had wondered whether the strong physical attraction she had to the dark-skinned pastor came from God. Before she left, they kissed passionately and agreed that they would meet in his office two hours before each service for some “private counseling.” I told Grace that if it was God’s will, I certainly wouldn’t stand in their way, but I hoped that I could get the chance to watch. She said that she would call me and let me listen in.

  Before the Monday night service, Grace arrived a couple of hours early. Underneath her conservative dress, she was wearing a sexy bra and matching panties. I was at my house in my bedroom, waiting for the call. Grace discreetly made the call, put her phone into her purse, and set her purse down on a chair next to his desk. When my phone rang, I pressed mute and turned up the volume.

  I could hear the two of them kissing.

  “You’re such a great kisser,” Grace said.

  “I want to kiss you between your legs,” he said. “I want to taste that sweet, white pussy.”

  “That’s it, baby,” Grace said. “Take off my panties. I’ll lay down on the desk while you eat my pussy.”

  My wife was clearly vocalizing everything for my benefit. I appreciated that but I hoped that Pastor Calvary didn’t catch on. Soon my wife was moaning. “Oh, yes, baby. Right there. Now stick in a couple of fingers… Oooh, yes…”

  After he put her through an orgasm, Grace offered to suck his cock. “Let me pull down those underpants… Oh, my goodness! Your cock is huge!” She sounded genuinely surprised.

  “It’s eleven inches,” Pastor Calvary said proudly. “Is it bigger than your husband’s?”

  Grace giggled. “Jeesh, he’s less than half that! He says his penis is five inches long but he’s definitely rounding up. Honestly, I think it’s more like four.”

  “Wow, that’s little.”

  “It’s okay,” she said. “I can’t feel him during intercourse but there’s always oral sex. And my vibrator. The worst part is that he can’t even thrust very much without his little thing slipping out.”

  “What about your baby daddy? He was black.”

  “He had a decent cock, probably eight inches, but nothing like this! And you’re so thick, too. I don’t know if I can take all of it.”

  Grace laid down on the desk and spread her legs. Sure enough, she was able to take all of it. She was moaning and crying in pleasure, praising the pastor for his mighty God-given rod. He had staying power, too. He lasted a good ten minutes and put my wife through four orgasms in the meantime.

  “Do it, baby. Cum inside of me,” my wife begged. “Fill me with your black sperm.”

  I heard Pastor Calvary groan loudly, then the two of them kissing.

  “I love you,” he said.

  “I love you, too, baby,” she replied. “I love you madly.”

  That was the last thing I heard before she ended the phone call. Later that night, I made love to my wife while she described in detail everything that happened with her black lover. Since that time, she now has sex with him in the church three times a week, on Mondays, Wednesdays and Sundays. A couple of times a week, he comes to our house at night after our son is asleep and makes love to my wife on our marital bed. When he leaves, I slip into bed with my wife and enjoy sloppy seconds with her well-used cunt while she describes their lovemaking in detail. Grace just found out that she’s pregnant, and we’re both wondering whether I’m the biological father or whether it’s Pastor Calvary. Either way, we know that God has a plan and it’s all in his hands, and that any baby that Grace has will be raised by me.

  SHE’S GONE AFRICAN

  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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  My name is William. My wife Alexis loves to watch documentaries about foreign countries, especially Africa. For the longest time she’s wanted to spend time living with one of the indigenous African tribes. So, for my wife’s twenty-fifth birthday, I surprised her with an African trip. She was overjoyed.

  Alexis studied the language of the Gitambi, a tribe that had opened itself up to tourism. I contacted the tribe through a tourist agency, and they agreed to let us stay with them for a week while we met the people and learned about their culture firsthand.

  When we arrived, we were greeted by Koshanti, a tall, handsome black man with broad shoulders. He was wearing nothing but a beaded leather apron and necklaces made of brightly-colored beads, and holding a large spear. Koshanti informed us that he’s the son of the village chief. Like the other men in the village, he had an athletic build and muscles no doubt the result of a physical lifestyle. He informed us that one of his four wives had passed away and we were free to stay in her house.

  Alexis did all the speaking and interpreting for us. As I watched and listened, it was clear from her body language and gaze that Alexis was attracted to our African patron. A couple of times I thought I’d caught her checking out his ass, which was visible despite the apron. When I asked her about it, she said that she was actually checking out his cock. Apparently he was sporting a thick cock about eight inches long. “I wonder how big it gets when he’s erect?” she asked.

  The rest of the day, we spoke with some of the women about how they lived their lives – cooking, child care, and getting water. As we did, I couldn’t help but notice that the women were attractive, their faces not that different from black women I’d seen back home, and they walked around with their breasts exposed. They weren’t wearing any more clothing than the men. Except for having to carry water from the river (and the bugs), it seemed like a pretty nice way of living.

  That night, after dark, we were going to bed. We had sleeping bags laid out on the floor, and Alexis was wearing nothing but a t-shirt and pair of panties. We were about to slip into our bedding when Koshanti arrived at our hut. He spoke to us in the Gitambi language. Alexis translated for me, explaining that as the acting chief of the tribe and the owner of our hut, it was his right to have sex with her. She turned to me and asked what to do. I asked her to explain that we were married. He replied that it’s not a barrier in Gitambi cusWilliam, and he is free to have sex with any woman not married to another member of the tribe. As a visitor, he explained, it was my obligation to offer my wife up to him. I looked at Alexis and I told her that we shouldn’t be rude.

  Koshanti stepped up to Alexis, took off her shirt and threw it on the ground. Alexis put her arms around his muscular black body and began kissing his chest. Koshanti’s large cock was hardening, and although it didn’t get any longer it did seem to thicken as it became fully erect. He was running his hands over my wife’s body, and rubbing her ass. Koshanti then sai
d something in his language, and Alexis got down on her hands and knees. Koshanti kneeled down behind her, aiming his thick, ebony weapon at my wife’s sopping white cunt. I was a little concerned because Alexis refuses to use birth control because she doesn’t want to put artificial chemicals into her body, so we use condoms for birth control. But I doubted my condoms would fit his African monster, and even if they would, he would be insulted at the request that he use them.

  As Koshanti’s black beast invaded my wife’s pussy, inch by inch, Alexis was moaning. “It feels so good, Koshanti. Your cock is so big.” His giant black paws were holding my wife’s waist as he pounded her from behind. “Oh, God,” she groaned. Then they started talking to each other in Gitambi. After a few minutes of this, he rolled her over and got on top of her. Although he was in the missionary position, his body was positioned in an awkward way. I wondered whether she had asked him to do this and he was unfamiliar with it. He was riding up high but she spoke to him again and he lowered his body so that his chest was against hers. I could see his huge black cock pistoning up inside of my wife as her head was nestled in his neck, her arms wrapped around his powerful black frame. “Oh, God,” Alexis moaned, and I could tell from her body’s contractions that she was cumming. Moments later I heard Koshanti grunting as he pushed his cock in deep. His balls were tensing and releasing, and I knew he was filling her with his African seed. He remained inside of her for a minute, then rose up and walked out of the hut.

  My penis, though much thinner and only five inches long, was fully erect. Alexis’s cunt was red and swollen, having been heavily battered, and semen was dripping out of her and all over the sleeping bag. I reached inside our travel bag, pulled out a condom and rolled it over my penis. Then I got on top of her and, thanks to their combined juices, was able to easily slip inside.

  “That was amazing,” Alexis said, just laying there. “It was so primal.” She wasn’t reacting at all to my movements, either unable to feel me after such a large cock or else simply focused on her encounter with Koshanti. “He didn’t even kiss me, just raw, animal-like sex. Pure fucking.” I was so excited from the show that in a manner of minutes my penis squirted its load into the condom, filling the reservoir.

  Over the week, Koshanti stopped by every night to have sex with Alexis. She said it was the best sex of her life, not just because of his huge cock but the excitement of having sex with a tribal man. Each time, after Koshanti left, she would tell me about the intense physical sensations he gave her as me made love. It was so erotic that I filled the condom in a matter of minutes.

  We’re now back home. Alexis just made it through the first trimester, and we’re about to tell everyone that we’re expecting a baby boy. Given that we use condoms every time and she was fertile during our week in Africa, we know the baby is Koshanti’s. We know it will cost a lot of money to raise a baby, but we’re hoping to save up enough money to visit the Gitambi tribe again. I really enjoyed seeing Koshanti’s thick black cock sliding in and out of my wife’s vagina. I think I might love it almost as much as she does!

  NEEDING MORE

  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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  “I think I’m ready, Landon,” Anna said. “I’d like to give it a try.”

  I’d been talking to my wife for years about my fantasy of seeing her with another man. Anna was skeptical at first, and she asked if I really wanted to sleep with other women. I assured her, though, that I didn’t have any such intentions. Even when we got past that, she was concerned about the possibility that she could fall in love with the other guy. Neither of us wanted anything to threaten our family. But we talked about it some more and, over time, we agreed that we were strong enough to handle this.

  Anna agreed that she’d take a lover and she’d share all the details with me. Additionally, we agreed that she’d ask the guy to use a condom. (I wasn’t just worried about diseases. I’d had a vasectomy after our second child was born and we weren’t using any birth control.)

  One thing that Anna had told me was that she was interesting in having sex with a guy with a larger package than I have. I started looking online and I learned about a toy called a penis extension. My penis is only five inches long, and I bought one that would add four inches as well as increase my girth. When I told Anna about it, she was a little skeptical but the reviews said the women loved it. It arrived on a Friday morning, and I told her that we would try it out in bed that night.

  When the babysitter arrived, we went out to some of the bars downtown and had a great time. I would sit in the corner while Anna would act like a single woman, doing shots and dancing with sexy young guys. One of the guys she danced with was a tall, muscular black man. As they were dancing, I could see the huge bulge in the front of his jeans, and as they were dancing they were grinding their groins against one another. They were talking into each other’s ears but I couldn’t make out what they were saying over the music. There seemed to be some real chemistry there, and I got an idea.

  When Anna excused herself to use the restroom, I approached the guy. He said his name was Karl. I explained to him that I was her husband but that we had an open relationship, and he could come over to our house and make love to her. He didn’t believe me at first, but after speaking with him for a while he finally agreed: he would wait ten minutes and then drive to our house for some frisky fun.

  When Anna came out of the bathroom, she gave a sexy goodbye kiss to Karl, then sashayed over to me and we walked out hand in hand. I could smell the alcohol on her and I could see in her eyes that she was wasted. Once we left the bar, she told me that she found Karl incredibly attractive and she was very turned on by his large equipment. She’d asked him how big it is and he said he’s almost ten inches long and very thick. I told her that she’d be getting a large dick tonight because I was going to use the penis extension with her. “I can’t wait,” she said.

  When we got home, Anna talked with the babysitter for a short while. After the sitter left, we went to bed. My wife was still totally drunk and she said she was feeling sleepy. I told her that she should take a quick shower and I would be waiting for her in bed with our new toy.

  While she was in the shower, I texted Karl: “Where are you?” A moment later came his reply: “In your driveway.” I walked downstairs and was almost at the front door when I saw him walking up the steps. I opened the door, told him that he needed to get in bed quickly, and we tiptoed up to my bedroom. Karl stripped and got in bed, naked. I took a bottle of lube from my dresser, then I turned off the light and slightly unscrewed the light in our lamp (the room’s only light) so that it wouldn’t work. I fumbled my way through the darkness and sat down in the chair on the far side of the bed.

  I heard the shower stop and Anna stumbling out. Soon she stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, which she quickly dropped to the floor.

  “Okay, honey,” she said with a slur. “Where’s that big fucking dick I’ve been dying to try?”

  “Right over here,” I said, sitting just past Karl. “You want that black guy’s dick, don’t you? Karl?”

  Anna tried the light switch on the wall but it didn’t work. “Hey, the light’s not working.”

  “That’s okay,” I said. “We can make love in the dark. Come to bed.”

  There was only a slight bit coming from behind her, f
rom the nightlight in the bathroom. I saw her body walk over to our bed and she crawled on top. Karl quickly began kissing her and feeling up her breasts. Anna was moaning. Getting on top of him, she lowered herself slowly onto his big cock. I could see her silhouette as she threw her head back and began riding up and down.

  “Oh God, honey,” she said. “The penis extension is amazing. It feels so real. It’s so nice having such a big cock inside of me.” I could see Karl’s hands were on her bubble butt as she rocked up and down. I squirted some lube on my cock and began stroking it as I watched the most erotic scene of my life.

  Karl then flipped her over and began fucking her in the missionary position. I could see her white legs up in the air, wrapped around his hips as he fucked her with force and purpose. Her arms held him close as they kissed. Finally I heard Karl grunting. His body tensed up and he grunted. Anna moaned deeply as she received his load. I came at the same time, my sperm dribbling down my fingers at the same time that Karl’s sperm were swimming up inside of my wife’s vagina. They kissed for a moment, then Anna began snoring. Karl sneaked out of bed, grabbed his clothes and left. I thanked him, then washed up in the bathroom and slipped in bed with my wife.

  The next day, Anna told me that she knew all along that it was Karl. She could tell by his muscular body, his movements and his scent that it was her black dance partner from earlier that evening. She’s now been dating him for over a month, seeing him three or four nights a week when the kids are asleep. Because they didn’t use condoms that first time, she said it didn’t seem right to ask him to start now. I agreed with that but I told Anna that if she’s going to ride bare back, I want her on the pill. When we tried for our two kids, she took right away. Already she’s two weeks late for her period and I’m starting to get a little nervous.

  Oh, I bet you’re wondering if we ever tried the penis extension. We did and Anna loves it! She wants me to use it all the time now. I find that I pound her harder and faster when I’m wearing it, and she enjoys feeling stretched and filled by my huge rubber manhood. After she’s satisfied, I take it off and she gives me a great blowjob. Our sex life is better than ever!