MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  With the first down low, we slipped into our sleeping bags. Corneil was wearing nothing but a pair of black silk boxers when he slipped in next to me. As I lay there on my side, I felt him put his arms around my stomach, cuddling me. Aside from his breathing, there wasn’t any sound except for the wind blowing through the trees and the wood popping in the fire. Soon, though, I noticed the sounds of heavy breathing and quiet kissing coming from Zoe and Jim. It became pretty obvious that they were making love. The two of them were always pretty open about sex and had an open relationship, so I wasn’t totally surprised. There had been occasions where Cameron and I had made love in the same room when Zoe and Jim did, but given the current sleeping situation it was a little odd.

  I felt Corneil’s cock growing, bulging beneath his boxers and pressing against my bare ass. Corneil clearly had a much larger package than my husband and I started to get wet. I was curious just how large he was, so I turned and lay on my back and gently took his cock in my hand. When I touched it I felt it jerk. His cock was only a couple inches longer than my husband’s but it was very thick. I flattened my hand, slid it down to his balls and massaged them, then pulled on his cock some more. Corneil put his arms to either side of me, laying on top of me, and began kissing me. My breathing quickened as I kissed him back.

  Corneil began rubbing the tip of his cock against my wet pussy. Moments later, I felt his cock pressing inside of me. I moaned in pleasure, forgetting everything around me, as his large member stretched my little pussy wide. It felt so amazing as it slid inside of me, and my clit was tingling with delight. I put my arms around his back and held him close, kissing his neck as he kissed mine. I spread and lifted my legs as much as I could in the narrow confines of the bag, giving him the most access I could, as he pounded me powerfully with a consistent rhythm. Suddenly a wave of pleasure shot through my body and I groaned loudly as I rode out a long, powerful orgasm. Moments later, Corneil threw his head back and grunted, and I felt his cock pulsing inside of me as he shot his semen inside of me.

  “Wow,” Zoe said, her face barely visible in the moonlight next to me. “I guess you really liked that.”

  We all giggled. I looked up at Corneil with a big smile. “You were great,” I said, kissing him.

  He nuzzled his face against mine, rubbing our noses together. “You’re pussy is so wet and tight, I love it.”

  We continued cuddling and that’s the last thing I remember before I fell asleep. We were up in the morning before Cameron arrived. The car broke down, he explained, and he had to get it repaired. He seemed to expect that we’d be angry that he wasn’t there but everybody understood. Over the next few days, we all had a great time together snowshoeing and snowmobiling. It was a blast.

  On the last night, Zoe and Jim made love again and Cameron and I joined it. Although my husband’s lovemaking doesn’t hold a candle to what I experienced with Corneil, I reached my hand down and rubbed my clit, bringing myself to a decent climax while thinking about my earlier fuck with my black lover. I just felt bad for Corneil, who was sleeping alone in his sleeping bag. If I’d been braver, I’d have asked Cameron if he’d have been up for a threesome.

  HER BOYFRIEND NEXT DOOR

  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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  It was a couple years ago when I got a job working for my state senator in Florida. I had just met my then-girlfriend Hailey and we moved into an apartment in Tallahassee so that I could be close to the legislature. Hailey got a part-time job working at a bank. We were both twenty-three-years-old and still working on our careers.

  “You won’t believe what I overheard last night, Connor,” Hailey said as she put a fried egg on my plate. “Lisa took a young black guy home last night. His name is Izaak. She’s in her fifties and dating somebody our age.”

  “I hope she had a good time,” I said, dipping my toast in the egg. “She’s a single woman. Nothing wrong with that.”

  “Oh, she had a great time,” Hailey said. “I heard everything.” The walls between our apartments weren’t great but the bedrooms were next to the living rooms. Often times I would go to bed earlier than Hailey and she liked to sit on the couch right next to the wall, sometimes even putting her ear against it, to hear our neighbor getting it on.

  Lisa would bring home a few guys a week and it really seemed to entertain my girlfriend. In fact, sometimes late at night she would sit in a folding chair in our apartment near the entrance with the door open so that she could better hear the conversation next door. “She went on and on about how big his cock was and how great it felt. And he got her off repeatedly. I counted four orgasms.”

  “Oh, my,” I said. “Well, good for her. It sounds like she had fun.” I finished my breakfast and headed off to work.

  Over the next few weeks, I learned that Izaak was coming around frequently. While Lisa had always been rotating through guys, she was now seeing Izaak a couple times a week. After that, though, Hailey stopped talking so much about Lisa’s exploits. At one point I mentioned it to her and she said, “Oh, you know, she’s doing the same old thing.” I thought that was pretty odd because up to that point, she had seemed obsessed with our neighbor’s love life.

  I started to notice some other changes, too. We had been making love about four times a week but that dropped down to once or twice. I’d heard that women’s libido often drops in a relationship and I wondered if that was what was happening. But then one day, when I came home early from work, I found out what was really happening.

  When I opened the front door, I heard music R&B music playing in our bedroom. That was odd. We usually play that music when we’re making love in order to stop our neighbors to our left from hearing everything the way we can hear Lisa on our right. Then I heard a man’s low voice and Hailey’s giggle. I put my keys down on the counter and slowly walked over to the bedroom door. I opened it just a crack.

  Hailey was laying down on the bed in her bra and panties. A muscular young black man was on top of her wearing only a pair of jeans, and she was smiling as she looked into his eyes.

  “You want this black cock, don’t you?” He asked.

  “I love your big black cock, Izaak,” she said. Then she made a playful pouting face. “Don’t make me wait. I need to feel those nine inches in my pussy right now.”

  “Better than your boyfriend’s?”

  “Yes, baby. His little thing is less than five inches long. I can barely feel it. I have to diddle my clit to get off with him.”

  Izaak was rubbing his crotch against hers. “You got a tight little cunt. Better than Lisa’s old loose pussy.”

  They both giggled. Then Izaak removed his jeans and brought his half-erect cock up to my girlfriend’s mouth. His cock was so large that she was only able to take the head into her mouth as she gently played with his balls. Hailey is a great cocksucker and it feels great when she takes my whole penis inside of her mouth. But with Izaak’s huge member, he would never get that amazing experience.

  Izaak lay down on the bed and Hailey got on top of him, riding on his large cock. I didn’t have the best angle but I could see her ass bouncing up and down as she rode him. She leaned down and I was pretty sure they were kissing as his black hands roamed over her lower back and ass. Then they flipped over into the missionary position – Hailey’s favorite – and I saw her lock her white leg
s around his waist as he pounded her.

  He pussy was filled, her walls wrapped tight around Izaak’s mighty manhood. He was making long strokes, bringing that long, thick cock all the way out before plunging it back in. The bed was rocking as he pistoned in and out, and Hailey was moaning like a whore. “Oh, fuck, Izaak. Shit. God, I’m cumming!” He brought her off three consecutive times in the missionary position in the space of ten minutes.

  “Shit, bitch! Shit!” Izaak pushed his cock balls deep inside of Hailey’s cunt. She was moaning as his huge testicles contorted, pulsing as they unleashed millions of sperm into my then-girlfriend’s womb, filling her fully and completely. As they kissed and cuddled, I grabbed my keys off the counter and slowly eased out of the apartment. I closed the door behind me and locked it, and I drove around for a couple of hours, arriving home at my normal time.

  When I walked inside, Hailey greeted me like nothing had happened. But my penis was erect and I told her I’d been thinking about her all day, and I started kissing her. We normally have sex at night before I go to sleep, but she allowed me to take her to our bed right then.

  When I ate her pussy I’d been expecting to find a cream pie but she’d obviously showered. Still, I was able to bring her off with cunnilingus. She came again during intercourse, playing with herself as I rubbed my little penis in and out of her, no doubt fantasizing about Izaak.

  Everything was great until a few months later when Hailey found out that she was pregnant. She confessed to me that she’d been having sex with Izaak as well as a friend of his named LeDaun. While we’d been having sex once or twice a week, she was having sex with each of her black lovers two, three or even four times a week. She pointed out that we’d never said that we were exclusive and she wasn’t cheating, but she wanted me to know that she wasn’t sure who the father was.

  I told Hailey that I’d never ask her to be exclusive and that as far as I’m concerned, it’s my baby. We got married two months later. When the baby was born, I cried and fell in love with the little tyke immediately. I honestly couldn’t love him any more if his skin were as fair as mine or Hailey’s.

  I also told my wife that I’m not asking her to be sexually exclusive but I’d like her to keep me aware of what’s going on and tell me all the details of her dates. Also, I requested that she ask her lovers to consider using condoms or pull out of her if she’s at her fertile time of the month. Right now she’s not seeing anybody else but she tells me that she will probably open up to other lovers once our son is a little older. I can’t wait!

  FATHER TO HER BLACK CHILDREN

  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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  “Bye, Dominic,” my wife Alexandra said, kissing me on the cheek as she left our house.

  We’re both in our mid-twenties and we’ve been married for three years. Allie and I have one child together. Our son isn’t my biological son, as anybody can see by his black skin and curly hair. But I’m her husband and I’m definitely the daddy to her children. I’m going to get the chance to father a child with her, too, but for now I’m waiting my turn.

  I realize that our relationship may seem a little unusual to some, and I suppose that it is. But we couldn’t be happier. I’ve always been attracted to women who are “free spirited” or “wild.” I don’t know why that is, but I know that I’m not alone. In fact, I think most men are attracted to them. But a lot of them are afraid to marry them because they are afraid of being judged by society. I guess I’m just a bit braver than most.

  On the other side, Alexandra is pretty normal in her desire for alpha males. In the same way that guys are afraid to marry a naughty woman, a lot of women are told not to marry the bad boys because they are unfaithful. So women like Alexandra end up married to nice guys like me, and they’re frustrated at their choice.

  But she’s lucky because I don’t stop her from having the other relationships that she craves. In fact, she has a hot date tonight with Trey, one of her boyfriends. She’ll probably return home in a couple of hours with her pussy saturated with her boyfriend’s come. She knows that I’ll welcome her home with open arms and quickly take her into bed, where I’ll clean her with my tongue, bringing her to orgasm. Then I’ll roll a condom over my penis and have sloppy seconds with her.

  When I met Allie, she was dating a few different guys, all black. She calls them boyfriends but they don’t do the things that a boyfriend would normally do. They don’t buy her dinner – in fact, she usually pays for them. And often they don’t do anything more than just stop by her place to have sex and then leave.

  When I met Allie and asked her out, she had three black boyfriends and she told me that she didn’t want to give them up. I told her that I wasn’t the jealous type and that I was okay with her continuing to date them while she decided if I was the right guy for her.

  Over the next few months we dated. She made me wait for nearly two months before having sex with me. When we finally did, she seemed disappointed at how small my penis was, though when I asked her she denied it. “It’s fine,” she said. “It’s a cute little thing.” I was turned on when she’d talk about her dates with her black boyfriends, and I loved it when she’d tell me the dirty details in bed. Her other boyfriends, she mentioned, used extra-large condoms while I use snug fit rubbers.

  Our relationship was great and soon enough we were talking about marriage. I asked if she was ready to break off her other relationships. “No, I won’t do that, Dom,” she said. “I want to keep all of you.” She agreed that she’d marry me but I would need to accept that she’s a polyamorous woman and she needs other lovers in her life. But what was worse is that she wanted to carry her black lovers’ babies and wanted me to be their daddy. Reluctantly, I agreed.

  Right now, Allie is trying to get pregnant by Trey. After she has his baby, it will be Desmond’s turn to take her bareback and breed her. That will be a beautiful day because I’ll finally be able to have sex with my beautiful Alexandra without using a condom.

  For now, I’m sitting in the living room watching the baby, looking out the window and waiting for her car to come home. She should be home any minute, her clothes and makeup disheveled, hand in hand with Trey. He’ll take her up to our bedroom, fuck her so good that I’ll hear her moaning down here, and then he’ll leave. I’ll walk up the stairs into the bedroom and seduce her, eating out her cum-filled cunt and making her moan like a whore, making me hard as steel. Then I’ll roll a condom over my prick and reclaim my woman from her black lover. I’m so hot just thinking about it!

  JESSICA’S AWAKENING

  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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  “So what happened down at O’Malley’s?”


  My wife Jessica gave me strange look. “What do you mean, Michael?”

  We were standing in the kitchen while she was cooking some eggs with ham and veggies. She calls it an “omelet,” but an omelet is folded over the meat and vegetables – I call that dish “scrambled eggs with stuff in it.” Whatever you want to call it, it always tastes great. Jessica is a great cook.

  I’m in my late forties. Jessica is in her late thirties with strawberry blonde hair. She’s 5’3” tall with an athletic build. She’s very conservative and quiet, but there’s always been a tiny hint of a wild streak.

  I pulled out a glass from the cupboard and filled it with ice and filtered water from the fridge. “I heard you had a good time dancing with Ethan.”

  She blushed but quickly recovered. “Yes, we had a good time. I really liked the DJ. He was playing a lot of our music. He was playing the new stuff, too. It was a great crowd.”

  I’d only been to O’Malley’s bar a few times but it was always a great scene. Most of the patrons are twenty-somethings, but there are plenty of people our age as well, and everybody seems to get along well there and have a great time. I’ve played pool there with some of my buddies from the plant on a few occasions. O’Malley’s is also known for having a great beer selection. They have forty different brews on tap, and I’ve tried quite a few of them.

  At that point, I let it go. I hadn’t heard much about what had happened there but I wanted to see Jessica’s reaction. Ethan hadn’t said anything about it. Frankly, I don’t hear much from him. He’s twenty-one-years old and we don’t get along. But one of my buddies from the plant was there at O’Malley’s and gave me an idea of what might have occurred. I wasn’t sure if I believed what I was hearing. After all, my wife was very conservative. But there always seemed to be something between them – an admiring glance, furtive whispers and the like.