MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  For the last six months, I’d been having a torrid sex affair with a black man named Myles. He was a divorced man in his mid-twenties, with a handsome face and a sexy body. The guy was totally cocksure of himself, but he had every right to be. He was incredibly masculine and attractive, and every woman wanted him regardless of whether they are single or married. I knew he wasn’t exclusive to me and it drove me crazy, but I also understand that a real man like Myles isn’t a one-woman kind of guy. That’s what guys like Elijah are for. Elijah is attentive and a good provider, he just isn’t much in the sex department. It’s the one small area that men like Myles shine.

  But I soon learned that Myles had a kick for impregnating white women. A lot of bad boys enjoy this – certainly my white lovers had done the very same thing – but it’s a totally different situation when the baby is black. Elijah is naïve and easily taken advantage of, but I worried that even Elijah would know that something was wrong if we had a baby that was born black. But Myles didn’t want to use condoms and I didn’t want him to, either. And we both yearned to have Myles’s baby growing in my womb.

  I don’t know if it’s being mean to hubby or not, but most women are incredibly turned on by the idea of giving their husbands a cuckold baby. Secretly having a white bad boy’s seed growing in my womb was an incredible experience for me – twice. Although the thought of having a black baby growing in my womb was even hotter, I was afraid of how Elijah, his family or his friends might react. Still, the lure of a sexy black bull is powerful, and in the heat of the moment I allowed him to cum deep inside of me while I was fertile. After doing it once, I figured the damage was done, and so I allowed him to continue doing so. Afterward, though, I was scared to death.

  And so, as Elijah grunted – pushing that little weiner deep inside of me – I half-hoped that he had a chance. That my egg wasn’t already fertilized days ago by my strong, virile black lover. That my hubby’s little penis wasn’t far too little and far too late. As weak and geeky as Elijah might be, at least he was white and a baby by him wouldn’t ruin our marriage. He closed his eyes, wiped his brow with his forearm, and gasped for air. Then he smiled, leaned down and kissed me. “That was great,” he said.

  Elijah lay down next to me, his hand intertwined with mine, and fell asleep. As he did, I hoped that I’d picked the right husband. I hoped that he was man enough to stick with his wife no matter what, and to step up to the plate. Even if a wife has a black baby, she is still his wife and he still promised to love, honor and cherish her until death do us part. Elijah is a sweetheart and totally supportive. That’s why I love him and that’s why I married him. I have faith that he will rise to the occasion and become the loving, supportive father that our black baby will need.

  SHE CAN’T FIND A NICE GUY

  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 just don’t understand, Samuel,” my friend Allison sobbed hysterically into the telephone. “What’s wrong with me? Why do men treat me like this? I just want a man to treat me right.”

  It was almost two in the morning and we’d been talking for half an hour. Allison was complaining about her boyfriend Delon. Ever since she was in high school, Allison dated the bad boys. They treated her like trash, cheating on her and often being physically abusive. They’d leave her or she’d be forced to break up with them.

  About four years ago, Allison started dating her current boyfriend Delon. He was a tall, athletic, charismatic and cocky black man, and she fell hard for him right away. She put up with his heavy drinking and drug abuse, as well as his violent tendencies, saying he was misunderstood and nobody had ever given him a chance. But she wanted him to be monogamous and he refused. He said that if she wanted to be his girlfriend, it would be an open relationship.

  At first she’d tried to make it work, being faithful to him while he dated freely. She gave him an ultimatum, to give up his other girls or she’d leave him, but when he refused she caved and stayed with him. Finally, hoping to get back at him, she opened an account with an internet dating service.

  That’s where I came into the picture. We met on a dating web site. It started off largely platonic, just having coffee or dinner. After six months of dating she finally let me have sex with her. She insisted that I use a condom, as I wasn’t her primary partner. That was fine with me – I was just happy to get the chance to make love to her. The condoms did reduce the sensation and I had trouble feeling much of anything, but I was so excited that I managed to fill the condom in short order. When I was finished, she cried. I asked her what was wrong but she just shook her head and said, “nothing.”

  Allison didn’t seem all that interested when we had sex. That surprised me because she’d described the sex with Delon as being incredible. In fact, she said the neighbors would pound on her bedroom wall because she’d moan and groan so loudly. Allison claimed she was trying her best to keep quiet but she couldn’t control it, and they started playing music to cover up the sound. After being with her, I wondered if she’d just been exaggerating.

  She held my hand in hers and told me that she’d had other friends like me back in high school, nice guys who were kind and emotionally supportive while she dated her boyfriends. “I never had sex with any of them because the attraction just wasn’t strong enough, and looking back I feel bad about not letting them have anything more. I’m glad that we did this.”

  Allison informed Delon that she was dating me to make him jealous. I guess it worked because he slapped her hard, sending her to the ground and leaving a welt on her face. She pointed out that it was an open relationship. “If you’re willing to be monogamous, I’ll end it with Samuel right now.”

  Delon said, “Not a chance. I’m not a one-woman man.”

  I comforted Allison after that, as I always do. She calls me every day. I ask her about her day and she tells me how she’s feeling, but the one recurring theme is how poorly Delon treats her. I’ve told her many times that I love her and that I’ll treat her the way she deserves to be treated. But Allison always responds that she loves him dearly and wouldn’t ever consider leaving him.

  I feel really bad for her. All Allison really wants is a guy who will treat her right, but she just can’t see that I’m the person she’s looking for. She has be relegated to the friends with benefits role, and there aren’t many benefits. She says that she’s really a monogamous person at heart and she doesn’t feel right having sex with more than one man. Although she had sex with Delon four or five times a week, she only allows me to have sex with her about every month or so, often when he’s done something horrible to her or she’s drunk. Even then it’s usually just a handjob, although sometimes he gives me a blowjob or allows me to roll on a condom and penetrate her. She calls me her “emotional friend” but I want to be more than that, to be her lover as well as her friend.

  Recently there’s been another problem between Allison and Delon. She found out that she’s pregnant with twins. When she told Delon he went ballistic and again acted violently. He called Allison a slut and said that I’m the father of her babies. We took a prenatal DNA test and it shows that I’m not the father, but Delon refuses to believe the results and refuses to take the test himself. I told Allison that she has nothing to worry about, that I will marry her and raise the children as my own. She almost agreed, but she told me that Delo
n is the real father and she needs to try and work it out for the sake of their children.

  “Listen Allison,” I said, taking her hand. “Any animal can father a child. It takes a real man to be a dad. I want to be the dad of your children. You can put my name on the birth certificate as the father. I’ll help raise them and pay for them. And if I’m the father, you won’t have to worry about Delon changing his mind and going to court to take them away from you.”

  Allison’s eyes welled up with tears. She hugged me and told me that she was so happy, and yes, I could be the daddy to her children. I brought up marriage again but she said she’s not ready for that – she’s not ready to give up on Delon. Honestly, I just need to be patient. I know deep down that eventually she will realize that I’m the person that she’s destined to be with. I don’t like waiting but I know she’s worth it.

  SHE’S DATING A FEW GUYS

  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’m Alex, a fairly typical thirty-eight year old man. I’ve been married to my wife Keira for the last fifteen years. She’s a thirty-six year old raven-haired beauty I met at church. We’re very happy together.

  One time when we were dating, Keira noticed that I was interested in reading stories about “hot wives,” where the husband is faithful to the wife but she’s permitted to date other guys. Sometimes I’d bring it up and ask Keira if she’d like to do that. She was worried that she’d fall in love with the guy. Besides, she’d say, it’s not her fantasy.

  I pretty much figured that was the end of that, and I was resigned to believing we’d continue with an exclusive relationship. But one day, lying in bed together after making love, she opened the door a little crack.

  “Honey, do you remember when I asked you about those stories you like and you asked if I’d be interested in sleeping with other men?”

  “Yes?”

  “Is that invitation still open?”

  Although I’d already came about fifteen minutes before and I usually need hours between erections, my penis quickly hardened to full strength. “Of course it is. Why do you ask?”

  She slipped her hand into mine, threading our fingers. “I’ve had some guys hitting on me at work and at the gym. You know, the usual stuff. But a couple of the guys were really cute and I like them. Do you remember Tony from the holiday party?”

  I thought about it and I did remember him. He was a cocky guy, divorced a couple of years ago. From what I’d heard he’s quite a ladies’ man, and he’d dated a number of the women in my wife’s office. In fact, one of the women at the party – a blonde knockout – was breast feeding Tony’s little present, and she informed Keira that he’s well-endowed and a magnificent lover. He’d hit on my wife a number of times over the years but she’d always turned him down.

  “He’s one of the guys that I’d like to date,” she said. “Would you be okay with that?”

  We talked about our fears and concerns, about jealousy and the danger of falling in love. We agreed that we were strong enough to live this lifestyle, and we just needed to keep the lines of communication open. Then we talked about the possibility of pregnancy. I’d had a vasectomy after our daughter was born so birth control really hadn’t been a concern.

  “How about using condoms?” I asked.

  “Tony hates condoms, and frankly so do I,” she said. “Here’s what I’m thinking. You know how I’ve been wanting another baby. If we do this, I’m not going to use any birth control. We’ll tell our friends and family that you’re getting your vasectomy reversed so we can try for another baby. If I get pregnant, you’ll raise the children as your own.”

  “Okay,” I said, swallowing hard. My cock was so swollen it almost hurt. “We’ll tell them I reversed the vasectomy. You’re my wife and I’m your husband. If you get pregnant, it’s our baby.”

  Keira smiled and leaned in, kissing me. “I think we have a deal.”

  Over the next few months, we started a new routine. Keira would go on a date three or four times a week. I would help her pick out her outfits. Before she would leave, she would masturbate me to completion. I would wait up for her to come home, then she would tell me all the dirty details of her encounter while I gave her delicious oral, withdrawing her lover’s creamy deposit. She soon had three regulars: Tony from her work, Frank from the gym, and Delon who she met online. All three guys were tall, muscular, dominant and arrogant, but what stood out to me is that Delon was black. I started to feel a little queasy in my stomach.

  “You’re dating a black guy?” I asked when I found out.

  “Is there something wrong with a white woman dating a black man?”

  “No, but honey… if he gets you pregnant and we have a black baby, everybody will know what’s going on. I’ll be humiliated. Can’t you date somebody else or make him use a condom?”

  Keira looked shocked. “I’m really surprised at you. That’s just so racist! Of course I’m not going to do that. If society looks down on some people, that’s their problem and not mine.”

  A couple of months later, we learned that Keira was pregnant. I was very worried about who the father might be. I knew I wasn’t the father because of the vasectomy, and most of the time Keira just masturbated me instead of intercourse (sometimes a blowjob when I was a very good boy). But there were three lovers who were constantly shooting their cum inside of her. I was on pins and needles as the birth neared.

  In the hospital, when Keira gave birth to a white baby boy, I felt relieved. It looked just like Tony, and we did a paternity test that confirmed that he was the father. I didn’t really care whether it was Frank’s or Tony’s baby, I just didn’t want to have to explain to everybody how we had a black baby! I signed the affidavit of paternity and added my name to the birth certificate, making me the legal father and ensuring that Tony couldn’t interfere with our family by trying to take custody.

  When she healed and it was time for her to resume her sexual activities, Keira told me, “I was talking with the guys and they agree that it’s not fair anymore to just let the three of them try to impregnate me. Tony already fathered a child by me, and it’s only fair that Frank and Delon should get a turn. Although I hate condoms, Tony will need to use condoms until the next pregnancy.”

  Although my cock started getting hard again at the news, I knew that this meant there was now a fifty-fifty chance that Keira was going to give birth to a black baby. She started seeing each of those guys twice a week and only seeing Tony once every week or two. When she happily announced that she took a pregnancy test and it’s positive, I was totally anxious. How would I explain a black baby to my friends and family? They’d certainly know it’s not my baby, and everybody would snicker about me.

  Nine months later, at the hospital, I was relieved when my wife gave birth to a white baby girl. We were pretty sure it was Frank’s baby, but a paternity test soon confirmed it. Again I protected our family by getting my name on the birth certificate, taking all rights and responsibilities as the father.

  “You were so worried the last two pregnancies,” Keira said, as she prepared for her first date since the birth. “I’m glad you won’t be worried this time.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You won’t have to worry whether the child will be black. Both Tony and Frank will be using condoms, so you can rest assured that the b
aby will be Delon’s.”

  She had a point, but I was still very excited and nervous about it. When the baby was born black, the operating room staff looked very surprised. Still, I signed the birth certificate and welcomed the baby into our family. My family didn’t really say much when they saw the child, and it was clear that they suspected that it might not be mine. Keira’s family was very happy, though. They didn’t mention the dark skin tone or the unusual hair, they just commented on how handsome and strong our last three babies were.

  After we took the baby home, we realized that we needed to come out to our friends and family. We explained everything about our lifestyle to them. There were a lot of questions and some unkind comments, and we did lose some friends over it, but it’s so much better now to be an open cuckold couple. A lot of the men that we know are happy to learn that Keira is available to them, and some of them used her while between relationships and during divorces.

  The best thing about being open is that we don’t have to worry about any further additions to our family. Right now, Keira has three regular lovers, all black. She’s decided that she’s had enough children and she went on the pill. But recently she was going through some old baby pictures and she’s talking about having another baby or two. I told her it’s a great idea!

  MOVING IN WITH HER EX

  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.