MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  “What do you guys think about when jerking off?” she asked.

  “Normally I think of you while doing it.”

  She smiled and looked back at me and repeated how sweet I am again. I told her it was the complete truth. She went back to watching me stroke it.

  “What do you imagine me doing when you’re masturbating like that?”

  I told her these days it always involves her with my Boss. What are they doing, what it looks like, feels like for them. What they talk about before and after, just basically like being a fly on the wall watching the whole experience. Honestly, I think she already had an idea about this but was only asking to hear me say it.

  “Really?” she said playfully. She never looked back, just kept tracing a finger nail up and down towards it, never touching it. Now with the subject on to them my pumping picked up in pace and enthusiasm. She asked what I picture it being like for them. I was already getting close to cumming now but started relating a typical fantasy scene to her. Nothing out there crazy or anything, just the two of them kissing, fondling and caressing. Observing their obvious passion for one another. Watching her taking hold of his big fat cock and squeezing it while she sucks on his tongue.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned.

  I kept relating the scene. Him getting on top and entering her. Her face contorted with pleasure and slight pain due to his size. Her legs wrapped around him, hands on his shoulders, pulling him in to her, frantically needing it. Hearing her cries of passion, ever louder and more intense. My boss plunging into her over and over again, filling her completely, satisfying her in ways no one ever has before. A look of complete lust and pleasure on her face as she’s getting what she needs and wants so very badly. I was trying to hold off cumming because I was so into the scene myself, and I loved that she was quietly listening to it and hearing my fantasies of her and him.

  She then asked me, softly, “Would you like it if I started being with him more?”

  I let out an involuntary little moan. I couldn't help it, it is what I want and my body had to tell her even if my mouth would feel ashamed or nervous in admitting stuff like that. She continued the tracing fingertip thing, but staying lower now, closer to my pumping hand and penis.

  “He does satisfy me in ways no one ever has before.”

  I moaned again, so fucking close...holding on trying to prolong it. I asked in a shaky voice "How?"

  My wife purred into my belly. "Mmmm, he is so big, baby. He touches all the right spots.”

  “Spots I never touch, right? Spots I can't touch?”

  “Mmmm hmmm,” she replied. “Spots you can't even touch.”

  Well I just ain't that strong. I spewed like a geyser! I shot up catching her in the face and hair, shocking her and causing her to jump back a little. She started laughing because it was so fast and unexpected from her. I was still cumming, too busy to try and apologize at the moment. She kept her hand on my belly and rubbed me there while I finished. I had closed my eyes still picturing the scene in my head and I guess she just watched in amazement at how clearly effected I am by all this, by a few simple words or statements by her. When I was done I looked up with an embarrassed look to me I'm sure.

  She had set up by then and was looking down at me smiling and wiping cum off her face that shot close to her eye. “I know not to get too close to the action next time!" She started laughing.

  I laughed too and apologized to her. She got up off the bed and went to the bathroom to wash her face. I followed behind and cleaned up as well. I had shot a lot in the first shot and it had hit her in the face and a good bit was in her hair.

  She giggled. “Damn, you really had a lot built up apparently.” I just agreed that I must have and apologized some more. She came over and hugged me and gave me a kiss telling me it was ok. It was fun and she liked watching it happen like that. She said she could actually see me start to grow bigger right before it happen.

  “Really?” I asked.

  “Yeah, it looked like it grew a good bit right before.”

  I was surprised because I never really noticed anything like that happening. I guess when you are lost in a moment right before you don't notice every little thing like that.

  “Still not as big as him, though.”

  She giggled again. “No, not quite that big.”

  We returned to bed and snuggled up to each other, clean and happy now. I asked if she was just playing with me or had she really meant the things she said. She gave that teasing little smile she gives me so often during these times.

  “Hmmm, maybe I should just keep you guessing about that.”

  I chuckled and said that I already knew the truth.

  She kissed me and said "You are so, so special to me, baby."

  I told her she was special to me too and I loved her more than life itself. We started both getting sleepy and our conversation was starting to slow down. I think I always try and keep it going longer than she does. For some reason I hate being the first one asleep. I started asking about something – I can’t even remember what now.

  She yawned really big. “It’s time for Darryl’s wife to get to sleep now,” she said in that playful, sexy tone. “I love you, baby.”

  I moaned again hearing her talk like that and she very lightly giggled knowing the effect she has on me in even a whimsical little moment like that.

  I was still so horny, especially with her ending on a note like that. But it was late and I was tired also so I let it go and drifted to sleep with my goddess in my arms. Another night Samantha sent me to dreamland with more to dream about, happy and content and so full of love and adoration.

  Well, it seems with the Thursday night dance classes on temporary hold, Friday's have become the new "date night". Or more precisely, it was the new “fuck night.” Not a lot of dating going on, just Samantha stopping by his house after her typical "girls nights" and getting a dose of what she needs so bad. The past two Friday's this has been the case. So I'm going to try and tell all about both Friday's right now.

  Last Friday Samantha and I talked on the phone around lunch time and she confirmed she was going out with the girls after work. I am used to this and I will also normally do something with friends on Friday's (not as much recently though). Seems with the prospect of her fucking my boss always hanging in the air I've found ways to excuse myself from events, choosing to go home and enjoy the inner emotions I get to experience with all this. It's such a powerful experience and something I'm growing to love more and more each time. So I told her I might go out (but knowing I probably wouldn't). I slipped in a question about my boss, asking if she might be stopping by after again. She said she hadn't talked to him yet and didn't know his plans, but it was possible, if it was ok with me.

  I laughed. “You never need my permission for that. Anytime you want to see him, just do it. Don’t worry about me.” Then I added, “A heads up is nice, though.”

  “Why, so you can play with yourself?" she said, giggling.

  I admitted it was fun knowing and it gave me something to look forward too, but I was trying not to play with myself too much so I would be super horny when she got home. She laughed and said I'm such a horny boy all the time. I agreed and told her she's the reason. She told me she'd call or text me later and let me know what’s what.

  So around 10 I get a text telling me she is stopping by Darryl’s. I texted back telling her to have fun and I love her. She replied back, "I will and love u 2." A few minutes passed and I get another text "Don't play with yourself too much, lol". I texted, "I won't, I'll be ready and waiting for you!" No more replies.

  So she got home close to 1 am. I was sitting in the living room watching tv when she came in. She looked stunning as always. You have to understand I don't normally see her dressed for the day when I leave for work. She doesn't work conventional hours being a hairstylist, so most of the time when I see her at night that's my first glimpse into what she looked like for the day. She looked scorching HOT! She was wearing
these super form fitting stretchy type jeans that are shiny, almost metallic looking in certain light. She was wearing her high heels also and the look was breathtaking. My boss was such a lucky man to have this show up at his door and expect a good tending to. I told her that later, too.

  So she comes in looking so fucking mouth-watering. I went on and on about how hot she looked and told her it was one of the hottest she ever looked in my opinion. She knows she's hot and I think maybe is a little cocky herself, but she always loves the praise and seems to get genuinely appreciative when I or others compliment her. She sort of did a little modeling twirl for me in the living room, letting me take the whole look in. She giggled while doing it, not taking herself too serious. I got up and wrapped my arms around her and gave her a giant kiss. I snuck my hands down to grab some of that juicy ass of hers while kissing her too. It looked so hot encased in those shiny jeans. Anyway we kissed deeply and passionately and I have to admit I was wondering if that mouth had been filled with my boss's cock or cum that night. It made it feel dirty and sexy not knowing. We broke off our kiss and she said she needed to use the bathroom.

  I sort of followed her like the "lost puppy" I am and she laughed and asked if I had missed her. I told her I always miss her but it’s fine because I like her being out and having fun without me. It gives me something big to look forward too when she comes back.

  When she finished using the bathroom she started to pull her pants off but I stopped her. I asked her to please leave them on because she looked so hot in them. She laughed and said she was really happy I liked them so much, she downplayed them being special or anything saying they were just "jeans".

  “I don’t care,” I said. “They look awesome on you and make your legs and ass look so damn sexy to me.” She did comment that Darryl (she almost always refers to him as Darryl now) had really liked them, too.

  “Well, hell yeah, why wouldn't he?”

  She laughed and gave me that sly, knowing smile. “Well, if I'm leaving my jeans on then what are we going to do?”

  I took her by the hand and led her back to the living room and sat her down on the coffee table. This was all un-planned and totally spontaneous, it just came to me right in the moment. I reached over to where she had kicked her heels off and grabbed them. I started putting them back on her feet telling her this completes the look that was so hot.

  She laughed. “You’re crazy.”

  I smiled. “Crazy for you, baby.”

  Like I mentioned before she rarely if ever wears her high heels with me because they end up making her look taller than me. So I don't get a lot of good time with her in heels. She just looks so hot in them. The way they make a woman walk and the way her legs and ass look when she's in them, it's perfect in my opinion. I told her all this too. We never really discussed all this before. I just knew her reasons for not wearing them and I appreciated why and understood too. But I do feel slighted as it's one of my favorite looks for her or any woman for that matter. Heels are just hot! She laughed again and told me I should have said something before. She said she mainly didn't wear them for me, but if I didn't mind her being taller then she'd wear them more often. I told her please do.

  So once she was re-heeled she asked me "Now what?" I stay knelt at her feet with my hands now on her thighs, sort of rubbing the material back and forth. Her thighs looked and felt perfect in those pants. (By the way, after seeing my reaction to them, she went out and bought two more pair!)

  “I don't know, I just like looking at you like this."

  “In heels and tight pants?"

  "Yeah, and freshly fucked, too."

  She gave me that sexy little grin. "So you like me looking slutty?"

  "Mmmm hmmm."

  She reached down and tousled my hair and gave me a very sexy, almost devious look. She said "You are so kinky baby. I like that."

  I moved my hands from her thighs to around to her hips and rubbed there. I was sort of feeling that submissive type feeling wash over me again. Her appearance and her demeanor had changed with that last comment (at least in my eyes) and it gave me that funny, new feeling again. I continued rubbing her hips and thighs, back and forth and she just sat there watching me and playing with my hair. I think I've read people call it "sub-space" or something like that? Well if that's the right word I think that's where I was at that point. A calming feeling of being beneath her, under her washed over me. I felt incredibly turned on but even more comfortable, safe, warm. It was just a pleasant and unique type of feeling.

  After a short period of time, I asked if she would give me a repeat performance of the night out on the deck (my favorite night so far in all this).

  “What do you mean?” she asked.

  “If you don't mind, I'd like to sit out on the deck and have you tell me about your night."

  She gave me a crazy look. “Why out there and not in bed?”

  I admitted that night had been the greatest, hottest night ever for me and I'd just like to do it again, if she didn't mind. She seemed a little surprised by all this but not bothered. I think she was trying to figure my motives out but came to realize I am just a strange little cookie.

  She stood up. “Okay, come on then.”

  I quickly followed her. Before getting to the back door, she stopped and said, "If I'm going outside I might as well have a cigarette. Can you grab my purse for me?"

  I returned with the purse and she took her place, leaning against the railing again. She took out her cigarettes and started to light one, but before she did she told me, "If I'm going to tell you all about my hot, sexy, little encounter tonight, I want to watch how it excites you."

  I stood there for a second before I figured out what she meant. She gestured with her hand for me to lose the shorts. “Oh yeah, okay.” I excitedly pulled them down. She lit up and stood there looking ever the seductress. She told me to sit down and lean back, she wanted to see me get hard (somehow I wasn't already).

  “Don’t touch yourself,” she said with a giggle. “I don’t want you cumming too quickly.”

  She told me she ended up calling him not long after she and I talked. She didn't pretend the call was about anything other than what it was really about. She asked him if he was free tonight and told him she had been thinking about him all day. He seemed really pleased hearing that and told her he would be home sometime around 9 pm. She said she had walked out back of the salon so no one would hear her and she used her sexiest little voice and told him "She needed his big cock tonight, it's all she could think about these days". She said he chuckled at that and told her "Well baby, it's all yours, just come and get it."

  As she was telling me this she would occasionally look down to see my twitching dick . I was getting hard fast. I wasn't fully erect yet but getting close and all she had told me was about a phone call lol. She continued smoking her cigarette and telling her story. I just took it all in, loving her new found attitude and sexy little "slutty" look . Her stance she had was a sexy one. Legs spread a tad and leaning back against the rail. A look of a confidence and power in my opinion. She seemed to tower way over me with her heels on, looking down as she spoke. Such a sexy sight.

  She said she texted him as soon as she left the bar and told him she was on the way. He texted back that the door would be unlocked, to come on in. I interrupted and asked if any friends (the one who teases especially) said anything when she left. She said that friend was not there (out on a date herself) and no one else paid any mind to it. I asked this because before all this started up, girls nights out for her would be a lot later than 9 or 10 o'clock. And with her leaving out early a couple times close together, I wondered if anyone thought anything. Apparently not – at least not yet, anyway.

  She got there and let herself in. He was in the kitchen sitting at the table having a beer. She said she walked over dropping her purse on the table and sat down right in his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a deep french kiss right on him. He responded and wrapped his
arms around her waist pulling her into him tightly. After the kiss broke off she said she had been thinking of doing that all day. And he told her he was glad she stopped by. He missed her too and thought about her a lot. She told him "Good, you're supposed too." and giggled. She said they started kissing again and he was rubbing her ass and the side of her leg. She said she pushed her breast into him and whispered in his ear "I want your cock in me. I want it now."

  By now I was fully hard. I’d been that way for a while, probably. She occasionally looked down to look at it but wouldn't stare long. Just like little checks to make sure I was excited as she knew I would be.

  She said they stood and kissed some more before he led her to his room. This is when he commented on how hot those pants looked on her. She said he thought she looked really good in them but didn't seem as impressed as I am.

  “I’m sure he was,” I said. “He’s just cooler than me and had self-control.”

  She smiled. “Maybe."

  She said he wasn't like me, he wanted them off her right away and she giggled again. I said I bet he did and laughed. They got on the bed and she rolled over and got on top of him. His big cock was poking her in the tummy and she slid over to the side a little letting it breath she said. She reached down and began stroking him. She said his cock is so thick she can barely get her fingers all the way around it. And she told me again that the head is even thicker than the rest. I wanted to ask questions but decided against it. She does just fine with her stories without needing me constantly interrupting. I wanted to touch myself so bad but didn't, because she was right. I would have cum immediately, no doubt. She said she really had been thinking of his big cock all day and wanted it in her very badly. But she said she wanted to treat him a little first so she went down on him and sucked him for a few minutes. He loved it she said and moaned his appreciation. He held her head softly but forcefully enough that she knew he wanted her there. She sucked him for just a few minutes, getting him as large as he would get and then she pulled off.

  “I need you in me, right now,” she said. She slid her leg up and over him and got on top. She didn't put him in immediately, though. His cock was lying flat on his belly and she put her pussy on top of it and slid back and forth, sort of grinding it onto him, coating it with her slippery wet juices. She said she hadn't cum yet but was very wet and hot. He laid there enjoying the feel of her wet pussy lips sliding all around his cock. He reached up taking her by the back of her hair and pulled her face down to his, kissing her hard and deep. She moaned into his mouth and then started sucking on his tongue. She reached down between them and took hold of his now soaking wet cock and raised up slightly to let the head (just the head) enter her. She said she almost came just from that and moaned hard into his mouth. She continued sucking his tongue hard while she slowly let herself slide down on his massive dick.