MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  One thing I know for sure is that they’ve connected on some level not associated with just being employer and employee. That much is very evident to me. She is clearly attracted to him and I feel strongly he feels that way too. I see the way they look at each other, interact and so on. It's not hidden very well if they are even trying to hide it. Like I mentioned before my wife is a natural flirt and is that way with most guys we know. She's always been that way, even back in school. I’d never had a problem with it and I guess I even found it sexy about her. But all that said, the way she is with my boss is a little different. It's not her normal flirtatious self. It's something more. And seeing it firsthand, I can feel it down deep in my bones.

  And while I'm talking about it I can say looking back, she's acted this way about him for a very long time. I remember actually wondering if she was turned on by him way back when we were dating. And the same could be said about him. He's always acted very differently towards her than I've seen him act with any other women in the office, and the way he seems to light up in Samantha's presence was always obvious.

  So what I'm getting at is I think they have always been sort of drawn to one another. Their working close together after Karen’s sudden departure may have formed a close bond. This does scare me. I want them to have this relationship but I don't want to lose mine in the process. Me pulling the plug on trying to coax it along or help it flourish may or may not stop the actual thing from happening.

  A couple of weeks ago Samantha and I went out, had a good time with friends, drank our share of liquor and got a very nice buzz on. She was acting very "in the mood" that night. I had already crossed the path of no return in my mind. I’d made the decision and I couldn't hold it in any longer. When we got home we were immediately at each other. She was pretty drunk herself and as horny as she'd been in a while. I figured it was as good a time as it was going to get so I did it. I brought it up again (the dream about my boss kissing her). I was on my way down, kissing my way down her belly and I brought it up.

  “I just can't get the image of you kissing my boss out of my head,” I said.

  She was already very wet from our foreplay and my fingers and by the time I put my mouth on her she seemed to be gushing. This was all happening at the same time. When I mentioned the "kiss" she made a little moan.

  “I was wondering when you were going to bring that up again.” Her reaction immediately excited me beyond belief. It was like she was saying she wanted me to bring it up again.

  “It was the hottest, sexiest thing ever to me,” I said. “I wish the dream hadn’t ended there because I’d love to know what came next.”

  She seemed to like this and moaned loudly. “What do you think came next?”

  I was too excited for words at this point. All my fears of her reaction were being replaced with a surreal erotic feeling that's pretty much indescribable. "What do I think came next, or what would I like to have come next?”

  Samantha was just grinding herself against my face, holding my head and running her fingers through my hair, pulling me hard against her pussy. “Tell me what came next in your fantasy!"

  I went on to tell how it goes in my fantasies. The kiss went on and on longer and eventually they went inside. She invited him in and they started kissing again inside our house. He scoops her up and carries her to our room where he lays down on top of her and they make out. He’s feeling her breast through her shirt, squeezing her tits hard and roughly.

  My wife is panting, moaning as I’m saying all this. “Yes,” she said. “What’s next?” It was very hot and I was already on the verge of cumming without touching myself or anything. Just eating her out and every so often telling her more. The fantasy progressed to Darryl stripping her naked and pulling out his cock. I saw her staring wide-eyed at it and her mouth dropping open in awe of his large size.

  Samantha purred. “How big is it?”

  “It’s very big, heavy and long,” I replied. “It’s hanging down in front of him, sort of bobbing up and down.”

  She seemed to like that a lot. Samantha moaned and pulled me up, telling me to fuck her now. I slipped into her gushing wet pussy with ease. She was pulling me hard, telling me to fuck her. I was on the verge of cumming and didn't want to ruin the situation because it was going better than I’d ever imagined. I told her I was close to cumming, even though I’d just entered her.

  “I want to eat you more first,” I offered.

  “No, fuck me. I need you inside me now. Fuck me now!”

  This had happened before with us, where I’d get close to cumming and don't want it to end so I try and stall. She still wants the dick so I just follow orders. I fucked her with slow deliberate strokes, trying to hit deep as I can without going too fast and making myself cum too quickly. As she urged me on with her body and hands to go faster and harder she asked me to continue my fantasy.

  I told her she kept staring at his big cock for a while. Darryl reached down and lovingly stroked her hair from her face. She was wide eyed with anticipation and I couldn't wait to feel stretched open by his manhood. She was very turned on by hearing this, and I was doing a good job of telling my fantasy if I do say so myself. I said they went back to kissing and he parted her legs widely, and she was almost out of control with lust, needing and wanting Darryl’s cock more than anything in the world.

  Samantha was moaning and grunting like crazy, telling me to keep going.

  I continued telling her the fantasy. When Darryl entered her she immediately came right then. Just being parted open by his big cock made her flood.

  "Oh Yes!" she purred when she heard that. And when she said that, I came. I probably came more than I ever had before. It was the most intense orgasm of my life.

  My wife seemed a little let down with the quick ending but lovingly stroked my chest and hair on my head as I laid there and recovered. She nuzzled into my neck and kept planting little kisses all over it. I was laying there in disbelief and ecstasy at what had just taken place. My wildest desires and dreams seemed to be coming true for me. Not sure how long we laid there but it was quiet and seemed to last a while. It was late. I was drunk and I’d just came like never before. I was worn out. After a period of time she climbed on top and started grinding herself against me, trying to get me hard again. She’d came when I ate her pussy but wanted to cum again from fucking, I could tell. We were kissing and grinding, as I was still soft. Then she whispered in my ear. "Tell me more of your fantasy.” Boing! Hard again almost instantly.

  I did my best to describe the fantasy in detail to her. She fucked me this time riding me hard and fast. I played with her beautiful titties and sucked them whenever she would bring them down to my face. But all the while I kept telling her how masterfully my boss fucked her. How they fucked for close to an hour in our bed then after a brief time out they started up again in the shower. This time she went down on him and sucked him hard with the water flowing all over her gorgeous naked body. She seemed to get more excited at that part of the story, where she knelt down in the shower and took his huge cock in her mouth and gave him a long hot blow job.

  “Your nipples are jutting out under the warm water, falling down and bathing all around you. You’re sliding your lips back and forth over his huge shaft. Then he raises you up and penetrates you from behind. Your hands are against the cold tile walls, his cock thick and warm inside of you. You’re moaning in the hot, steamy air. He’s fucking you long and hard with powerful strokes. He’s going to come.”

  This time we came together at the close of my fantasy. My wife collapsed on top of me and I think we both were completely exhausted. We were panting and sweating and too tired to even talk anymore I think. After a while I think we both fell asleep for a brief time. At some point I woke back up and sort of shifted her off of me and laid her down beside me. She woke up too and I asked her what she thought about everything. She was extremely tired and drunk and coming off of some huge orgasms and only mumbled something I didn't even unders
tand. We both fell back asleep then.

  The next morning (really afternoon) was a bit awkward for me. I was not sure how to bring it up. At some point she came down stairs and came up from behind me and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek. I hugged her back and she told me last night had been incredible. I told her it was the most incredible night I had ever had sexually. She sort of laughed a little and said we'd have to do that again very soon.

  Not wanting to push it or seem too perverted in the light of day I thought it better to let what was out "just sit by itself" for a bit and see what transpired on its own. I’d made monumental progress it seemed, better than I had even hoped for, honestly. It couldn't hurt to just see where it went on its own now without being too pushy about it all. So with a fairly normal day, living in the afterglow of the best sex of my life, we just went about our daily life. Of course I thought of my night all day long and even jerked off to the memories twice in the bathroom during the evening when she was busy doing other things. It was a mind blowing experience I will NEVER forget as long as I live. Her enthusiasm and response was better than anything I ever hoped for. Well, maybe that’s not true, I do hope for more, but with all my worries I had a sneaky feeling it wasn't going to go so great. I just can't relate how relieved and happy the whole thing made me.

  A couple days later, I was still letting things percolate on their own, thinking of it every ten minutes or so and wondering what will happen next for us, we get the news that her grandfather was in the hospital. That's been roughly two weeks now and we have not broached the subject again. We have not had sex again either. But with everything happening I am not worried about any of that. I know there is interest in her now. I knew it all along. I just didn't know if we would ever share it out in the open or not. Now I'm not worried. We had fantastic sex with the back story of her having sex with my boss. She had just as good a time as I did I think so I'm sure it will get brought out again at some point. I’m just not sure when or where or how. This other thing needs to work itself out first obviously because a sick relative has a way of killing "the mood" for damn near everyone I think.

  Nothing Darryl-related happened that week. We both have been busy with work, hospital visits, and general life stuff. The last thing that had anything to do with my fantasies was our awesome sex and dream sharing that I reported on earlier. Of course it's been on my mind daily (sometimes all day and night it seems) but I never had a decent opportunity to bring it up again. Her mood has been good but regular everyday life has gotten in the way of fun and erotic times. So this morning I asked if she was going to dance class with Darryl tonight and she said yes. I asked if she was looking forward to it since she hasn't gone in a while.

  She smiled. “Oh, yes!”

  I told her I would be working late tonight most likely so she and Darryl should grab dinner for themselves, if she wanted.

  Again she gave a little smile. “I'll let you know."

  So I left for work full of nervous yet exciting anticipation. To me this is a different kind of dance “date” night due to her knowing about my fantasies now. And I also know she too has some strong feelings about it as well. She hasn't verbalized them herself but she certainly got excited and her body showed she was into it.

  Samantha didn't come home till around 12:30 on Thursday night. Of course, I was going crazy with all the what-ifs and wondering if they might really be doing it. By the time she came home I was already in bed. I’d actually planned it that way anyway as I wanted whatever conversations that took place to happen there.

  My wife comes walking in, very beautiful as always, very clearly under the influence. (She had Friday off from work.) I had all the lights off except for a bedside lamp and the hall light behind her. I could still see her very well though. She looked so hot, even hotter with the unknown hanging in the air. She saw me laying there wide eyed and full of anticipation and she smiled with a sexy, sly grin.

  Samantha walked over reached down and tousled my hair. As she bent down to give me a kiss, she asked in a sultry tone, "Did you miss me?”

  I kissed her back. "Big Time!”

  She giggled and sort of kicked her heels off and to the side of the bed. The dress she had on was just as she described, black, stretchy and very sexy. It clung to every inch of her body and fully showed the whole tops of her boobs. She is not huge up top (small c-cups) but with the cut of the dress and the kind of bra she was wearing it seemed she had a mile of cleavage. I sat up and clutched her around the waist and brought her down on top of me.

  "Am I being jumped now?” she giggled playfully. I just kissed at her neck and moaned. She smelled and tasted so sexy. Her perfume mixed with a hint of smoke, alcohol, and her natural scent was so intoxicating to me. I had jacked off twice earlier but I was having no problem getting hard again. We made out like this for a bit before I rolled her over on her back and started peeling her dress off her. She was so into this, it seemed. She'd always been highly sexual in my opinion but this time and the last she seemed different, even hotter. Once the dress was off I saw she had on matching lacy bra and panties – black and sheer, and very, very sexy. If she had done something tonight she looked the part. She was dressed like a woman would dress if she was out to seduce or be seduced.

  I started kissing her belly all over, tasting her, inhaling her. She was gyrating her hips around in a circle motion as I fondled her stocking covered legs. I started kissing her pussy through the panties and she ran her fingers through my hair. I muffled a question through kisses.

  "Did you have a good time tonight?”

  “Mmmm hmmm," she moaned between kisses.

  I continued kissing and sucking at her through the lacy material. "Did your date find you sexy tonight too?”

  "Mmmm what do you think?” she moaned.

  I’d never been more turned on than at that very moment, not in my whole life. I doubt I can really convey just how hot a moment it was for me.

  “He’d have to be crazy or blind not to,” I said. She purred in satisfaction, driving me crazy. I slipped her panties to the side leaving them on her because she looked so damn good in them. I leaned in and kissed her like I would her mouth, a big puckered kiss right on her gorgeous pussy. Samantha moaned loudly and reached down and pulled my face into her.

  “More,” she pleaded, drawing out the word into a long moan. Loving to eat her pussy the way I do, I dove right in. I’d been thinking about this moment all night and now it was happening. She was so creamy and wet and tasted so damn good (she always does). I continued eating for a while without saying anything else. She was extremely hot and into it, and she was moaning and gyrating around, feeding me it seemed. It was awesome! After a while I started fingering her.

  I looked up over her body to her face. “Tell me about your evening, about your date.”

  Samantha was moaning. “What do you want to know?”

  I kept sliding two fingers in and out and all around in her. "How was the dancing?"

  She cooed a little. "Mmmm, it was nice.”

  I then asked where they went after and she told me the name of the restaurant. I asked what about after and she giggled a little and said they met some of her friends at the bar. I asked which one and she told me, and then I asked which friends and she told me that, too. She was answering all my questions without hesitation but not offering anything either. I’m sure she was playing hard to get – she knew what I was fishing for. It was actually great, exciting. I kept licking and sucking and fingering and she kept right on enjoying it all. Every so often I'd ask something else, nothing obvious but little probing questions about “their” night.

  My wife was clearly very into it and enjoying toying with me. Finally I worked up the nerve to get a little bolder in my questioning. I asked if she teased him like she was me right now.

  “Tease...me? Never." She giggled.

  I was so turned on. She really is an expert at teasing me and she knows it. One thing I like to do sometimes is w
hile I'm licking her I start going lower and lower and let the occasional tongue flick hit her asshole. She loves this and it normally drives her wild when I do it. I started letting the occasional lick graze across her little hole. As normal it really ignited her and she started rising up slightly each time, trying to get my tongue on her ass. I kept working my fingers in her and licking all over down there. She was literally sopping wet by this point and my face felt covered in it.

  By now my line of questioning had brought me to the end of what happened at the bar. I wanted badly to know what had happened but I had the presence of mind to realize how hot the long drawn out teasing was. I felt a little shaky inside with my next question.

  “Did you get a goodnight kiss?” I asked.

  Samantha raised her ass up to my mouth once again and lovingly caressed the side of my face as I licked it. "Mmmmm… maybe.”

  “Oh, fuck,” I muttered as I drove my tongue in deeper. Had she really kissed him? Had they kissed?

  I hadn't even entered her yet or even been touching myself but I felt very close to cumming. I guess my cock rubbing into the bed as I ate her pussy, coupled with her hot teasing of me had me on the verge. I wanted to cum in her! So I rose up and got on top of her and started kissing her. I easily slipped into her warmth and started going very slow and deliberate.

  I looked down. “Please baby, tell me.”

  She gave that same sly little grin. "Tell you what?”

  I drove in hard and she moaned. “Tell me if you kissed.”

  She moaned again. “Mmmm hmmm, we kissed.”

  I lost it, totally uncontrolled yet fantastic. I spewed like a geyser into her. I felt like it was the best cum of my life. Whatever was left in me from earlier in the evening was totally gone now, I emptied out everything. She just laid there underneath me taking it all in, pulling me into her and caressing my sides. The whole time she was looking up at me with this sexy, sort of amused grin on her face. Her eyes were wide, looking like she was admiring the effect she’d had on me. I collapsed on top of her, exhausted and 100% sexually drained. I still had a feeling of excitement though, just no way of doing anything about it.