MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

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  “Come on, Madison,” I said to my wife as we sat at the dining room table, reviewing our bills. “We can’t move in with Raynard. Don’t you remember why you left him in the first place?”

  “Of course I do, Ethan. But we don’t have the money to live on our own right now. Raynard owns his own business and he’s doing very well.” She put her hand on top of mine. “It would only be for a few months or so, until you can get on your feet.”

  I knew that she was right. When I’d graduated with a degree in accounting, I had trouble finding work and took a job with a guy who was a total asshole and paid me terribly. (He did pay me bonuses for hitting monthly goals but they were virtually impossible to meet. I responded by pushing some of the work from one month into the next so I could hit it. The bastard could never figure out why my numbers kept zigzagging, earning the bonus every other month.) When I finally left his accounting firm and started my own practice, I only had a few clients. I knew it would probably take me a couple of years to fully get up to speed. Madison, with her job as a receptionist, helped with her modest income. We weren’t making enough money to break even, and our credit cards were getting maxed out.

  My wife Madison, an attractive woman with wavy black hair, dated Raynard for two years. Although he owned a dry cleaning franchise and was quite successful, he was also controlling and often violent. Madison was deeply in love with him and found him incredibly physically attractive, but eventually she managed to leave him. When I met her she was newly single. I asked her out and the rest is history.

  When Raynard offered to let us move in with him, Madison told him that she’d ask me. If I’d had any choice in the matter, I wouldn’t have agreed but we were running out of options. We just needed a place to live until my business took off, so I agreed. We gave our notice at our apartment complex, borrowed my friend’s truck, and moved our stuff into his house.

  At first everything was great. Raynard’s house is 3,400 square feet on a small lake. Madison and I moved into one of his guest rooms, where we had our own bathroom and close access to the kitchen. I was able to set up my laptop in the den to use as my home office. Although I noticed some flirty behavior between Madison and Raynard, I knew that she was committed to me. Besides, Raynard had a constant stream of beautiful young white women coming into the house. He’d take them into his bedroom and I’d hear them moaning in pleasure as he fucked them. When he was done using them, he’d call them a taxi and usher them out of his house. I figured that he had enough white women that he wouldn’t need to go after Madison.

  But one night, I was sleeping in and noticed that Madison wasn’t in the bed beside me. The night before I’d tried to initiate love making with Madison but she said she had a headache, and I’d had a little trouble sleeping due to having an erection much of the night. I decided to get up, slip into the bathroom and jerk off. As I did, I heard Madison laughing quietly down the hallway, in the direction of Raynard’s bedroom. I tiptoed down the hallway and saw that the doorway was open just a crack. I could see Raynard sitting on his bed, wearing just his pair of shorts, and Madison was sitting next to him on blankets with a muted Scottish tartan pattern. She was wearing a white bra, panties, stockings and garter belt. I noticed that there was a large wet spot in the crotch of those white panties. Madison seldom wore lingerie and I’d never seen her wearing that outfit before. I wondered if she’d bought it for Raynard.

  “It’s okay,” Madison said, running a hand over Raynard’s muscular chest. “What Ethan doesn’t know won’t hurt him. And I really miss having sex with you. You’re such a great lover.”

  “Better than your husband?”

  Madison laughed. “You’re so much more of a man than him. Your cock is so much thicker than his and it feels so good, so full inside of me. You made me cum so hard.”

  “Yeah?” Raynard leaned over as Madison nodded. He put his hands around her face and began kissing her. She reached inside of his shorts and began slowly pulling on his cock. She wasn’t exaggerating – his cock was only a couple inches longer than mine but it was so much thicker. I could see the big purple plum of his cockhead sticking outside of her fist as she pleasured him, kissing him. Then Raynard stood up, Madison rising with him. He unhooked her bra and it dropped to the floor. Then he picked her up and she said “ooh” as he threw her down on the bed.

  “I’m gonna fuck you good and hard, you little cunt.”

  “Do it, please,” my wife begged, rubbing her legs together. “I need to feel you inside of me.”

  Raynard grabbed the side of her panties and Madison spread her legs, lifting her hips to help him remove her white panties. Now that she was naked, Raynard slid up on top of her, aimed his thick black monster at her dripping wet pussy, and pressed that purple cockhead inside her pink folds.

  “Ohhhhh God!” Madison moaned. “I’ve missed this.”

  He pushed in deeper and deeper, thrust after thrust, until he was soon fully inside of her. He put his head down and kissed her neck and shoulder as he pounded her hard.

  “Your cock feels so good. It’s stretching me full,” my wife said, her arms holding his black shoulders close against her chest. “You’re so fucking amazing.” She was breathing hard, intensely. “Oh shit. Oh God, I’m cumming!” I saw her eyes roll back inside her head and her back arch, pushing her body up against Raynard, as she rode through a powerful orgasm. “Fuck, it’s so good, baby… so fucking good!”

  Madison rolled her head to the side, her face showing sheer ecstasy as Raynard pounded her relentlessly with his thick black cock. She then saw me standing at the doorway and had a look of shock on her face.

  “It’s okay,” I mouthed. “Okay.” I held up a finger and shushed her.

  Madison looked up into Raynard’s face and looked like she was about to say something, but then her voice quivered. “Ohhhhhhh… fuuuuuuck! You’re so fucking good!” She rode out another powerful orgasm.

  Raynard grunted as he pushed his cock deep inside of her and held it, then slowly stabbed her with quick jerks. I could see his balls twitching and his white cream coating his cock and dripping down her ass crack as he stayed inside of her, kissing her as he slowly lost his erection. His black cock slowly slithered outside of her, then popped out completely, releasing a torrent of semen onto his sheets. He lay down beside her.

  “Shit, bitch,” Raynard said, laughing as he held her hand. “You’re a good fuck. I missed fucking you.”

  She kept her eyes locked on his as she slowly walked her fingers up his chest. “Even with all those other women I see going in and out of your bedroom?”

  “You’re one of the best lays I got.”

  “One of?”

  Raynard laughed and kissed her. I took that opportunity to sneak away back to my bedroom. About a half hour later, Madison came into the bedroom wearing the nightgown that she’d worn to bed the night before.

  “I know you saw me and Raynard. Are you mad at me?”

  “No,” I said. “I thought it was pretty hot.”

  “Really?” Her eyes lit up. “I’m glad you see it that way. I love you with all my heart but I really need to have sex with a man like Raynard. He’s not the best partner in a relationship but he’s really good at sex. I hope the two of you can be mature about it and give me what I need in your own ways.”

  I got up from the bed, walked up to her, and lifted off her nightgown. “I agree, but I have my own needs.” Her pussy and inner thighs were shiny, glistening with her black lover’s cum. I kissed her and led her to the bed, spread her legs, and took my turn with my lovely bride.

  MY WIFE AND MY BOSS

  By Polly Andrea Busch

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  My name is Brayden. I'm 27 years old and have been married for eight years. My wife Samantha is 26. She’s the love of my life and we've been together since high school. Samantha is a gorgeous woman, stunning in my opinion, and I never even give another woman a second look. Besides her beautiful looks, she's also a wonderful person on the inside. Honestly, I have no complaints.

  This whole situation started about seven months ago when my boss Darryl’s personal assistant Karen left the company. Samantha was working part-time as a hair stylist but she’d worked as a secretary for an attorney in the past. Darryl asked if I knew anybody who could step in and help. So I spoke with Samantha about it and she was willing to step in and help out temporarily by acting as Darryl’s personal assistant. Darryl was really lost without Karen, and Samantha really stepped in and filled the void. She figured out Karen’s processes, fixed his calendar and made sure that he didn’t miss anything. It was pretty amazing, actually.

  Darryl is 48 and still in very good shape. He owns a chain repair franchises and does really well for himself. He’s the ideal for what a man should be. Not only is he successful but he’s big, strong and virile, much more of a man than I could ever be.

  Anyway, like I said, Samantha had been spending a lot of time with my boss and they have grown very close. Recently they started taking dance classes together. It’s something Samantha had always wanted to do and could never get me to go along with, but Darryl had mentioned that he often attends business parties where they dance and he’d love to know how. Samantha thought it would be a fun project. I was supportive of her plan and they seemed to really enjoy the whole thing.

  Recently Samantha made a comment that started the whole thing rolling in my mind, and now I just can't get past it. She innocently referred to their dance class night as a "date." For whatever reason, that really struck me, and I immediately started feeling differently about the whole thing. I suddenly started to view her as "going out" on a “date,” and surprisingly it turned me on. She’d always get all dolled up and normally looks unreal hot in my opinion. I guess that's the style of the dance class for everyone to look their best and be all dressed up. Whatever the cause, the end result is breathtaking to me. Darryl stops by and picks her up always wearing a classy suit (something I never wear). Bottom line is that they look fantastic together and they seem to know this. Maybe they are just feeling good and having their fun night, but they seem to really fit together as a couple and realize it, too.

  After that little innocent "date" comment by her, I brought it up in various ways here and there. Maybe looking for more fantasy fuel for my fire, maybe searching to see if there is more to it than I even think there is. And to my surprise and in ways relief, I think there may be. She nonchalantly admitted that if she were single and my boss asked her out she would probably accept. That may sound crazy but in the tone of the conversation and the questions I was asking it wasn't bad. She has also said many times over the years even before all this started how she finds my boss very attractive and how any woman would be very lucky to have him.

  So the bottom line with all this is I really, honestly do think there is something to this. I know from watching them together there is a very strong mutual attraction and a fun and flirty nature to their demeanor with each other. They are flirty with each other, even when other employees are around. Maybe something has already happened, maybe not. But as crazy as it makes me feel I think I really want it to happen.

  When they are together around me I seem to enter in to some weird mental place where I feel like I am just a fly on the wall watching everything transfixed – sort of like I’m zoned out or something. All I know is that as a "couple" they look great, maybe even sexy. I know my beautiful wife finds my boss attractive and that excites me. I also heard from one of the interns at the company that my boss is much, MUCH more well-endowed than I am. That's another thing that fuels this fantasy I guess. I know my wife knows of this, too, because I have mentioned it once or twice over the years about how big he was and wondering how the intern was able to take all that.

  We went to the cook out on Sunday and it mostly uneventful. But there’s a little something worth mentioning. First, Samantha was looking super hot (as usual in my opinion). She just got her hair done and the auburn color she has now looks great on her. She’s a hair stylist herself so she changes her style and colors quite often. But besides that she was tanned and lean looking, and dressed in short shorts and a clingy summer t-shirt – very sexy, if I do say so myself. But the little thing worth mentioning is later in the evening after dinner we were all sitting out on the patio around the table. My boss sat sort of across from me and his two friends, a married couple from next door, sat in the other two chairs. Samantha had gone inside to clean up or something and when she came back she sat down on the arm of my boss’s chair. She put her hand on his shoulder and sort of leaned down resting her arm on him. He put his arm around her waist and sort of hugged her to him a little and I noticed she sort of squeezed his shoulder in return.

  Darryl was talking with his friends so he didn't really look up at her or anything, it was just a loving gesture, but it really excited me watching it. She continued sitting there for maybe two or three minutes, then she got up and came and sat down in my lap. We stayed out there a little while longer chatting, then finally we all said our goodbyes and made our way home. Nothing really special but you know, when you have these type feelings every little thing excites.

  The big moment of truth happened on the way home. I’d been thinking of nothing all night but how and when I would drop my little "dream" on her. I’d had a few beers at dinner and felt pretty relaxed so as she drove I worked up the nerve and told her. I told her that I’d had a crazy dream the night before that she and my boss had gone to dance class and when he brought her home, he walked her to the door and gave her a goodnight kiss. The kiss turned into a long and passionate kiss goodnight. I told her she really got into it and so did he.

  Samantha listened with a smile on her face not saying anything. It was a smile but more of a “that’s really crazy” look more than anything. When I was done, I paused waiting for her reaction. She just sort of sat there driving but still smiling. I think looking back she maybe thought there was more so she didn't say anything yet. But before she could I guess I got impatient and then blurted out kind of awkwardly (I was nervous) that I woke up really turned on by it. Now this did get a reaction. Still smiling but the "crazy type look" even more evident now she looked at me, almost like she was seeing if I was serious. I just sat there probably looking like a scared child or something.

  “Wow, that was a weird dream wasn't it?" she said calmly.

  I was so nervous now, not believing I’d actually told her. I was worried that I’d flubbed it up. So many different thoughts running through my mind.

  “Yeah, really wild."

  I’d been hoping for something else, some kind of dialogue about it all, but there was nothing. We were very close to home when I disclosed my secret dream so we were home before I knew it. After that it was business as usual. We were getting ready for bed and nothing else was said. Of course I was thinking of nothing else but at that point, after telling her I was turned on by a dream of her kissing my boss and she’d had nothing to add. I had no idea how to proceed further with it. I laid there in bed all night worried I fucked everything up. She didn't react badly or get mad, but she didn't offer any thoughts or input either. So who knows?

  The next week passed without even. Samantha acted totally normal, not angry or anything. But I was a little frustrated, not knowing what to do about what I’d raised. I wouldn’t
want to force it into the conversation again.

  As for their dance night, there’s not much to say. She looked hot and seemed very happy. She's a happy person in general so that's nothing new but she does seem a little more excited and in a good mood on these nights. She looked stunning to me as usual and was totally made up from head to toe. She wore a very sexy and body hugging dress. It was silver and black with this little ruffle section thingy lining her cleavage. She really did look breathtaking to me. But again I do admit, she always blows me away even when dressed casual so take it for what it is. She's my gorgeous goddess! Hair and make-up were perfect as usual also (that's her business so she always looks flawless in that department). I didn't stand around watching her get ready. Wish I had now but I didn't. I saw the finished product though and that was spectacular. Maybe next week if I am home I will hang out while she's getting ready and try and talk about her date. The thought of her casually discussing her coming date with me and hopefully giving me a little tease or something...who knows.

  My boss came in briefly and we chatted for a few minutes while she was still getting ready. I had these feelings I'm sure you all would understand but they are hard to put in words. I just talked with him not really paying attention to the conversation and really thinking/ hoping whatever about them together. When she came down stairs ready to go I was obviously told her how great she looked and Darryl agreed. She seemed pleased with both our compliments but maybe she was more pleased with his reaction? I mean, technically she was dressed for him so you would think his opinion was of more importance. I know in reality she wasn't just dressed for him. She's a good looking girl who always turns heads and competes with other girls for attention and what not, so that's part of it. But at least to some degree she's dressing for my boss.

  I'm so torn inside. I do not ever want to lose her completely but there is a dark deep down desire to actually see that happen I think. I don't talk about this really but I do have fantasies of her leaving me and being with him completely – becoming his woman, marrying him, having his child and so on. It almost makes me feel sick thinking it. But a few times my fantasies have taken this direction when pleasuring myself and I must admit the outcome was very powerful and strong for me. It touches some sensitive areas within me that aren't really fun to be touched but still excite me in a huge way.