MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  Over the upcoming days, Jessica opened up and I learned more about the fun they had that night. She didn’t reveal too much at first, but over time she admitted to a little more and a little more.

  So that Friday night in late August, my wife decided to go stay at a hotel in the nearby city for a girls’ weekend with one of her friends from college. That friend has never been married and tends to go a bit wild with the boys when she goes out. It also was my wife’s birthday and they wanted to spend it with her. It seemed a little unusual not to be with my wife at that time, but I was okay with it.

  I had it planned that I was going to go on a long business trip, she'd leave and I'd pick our kids back up when I arrived so that we really never saw each other for about three weeks. For my wife who can only take about two weeks off from fun, that's a lot of pent up demand.

  Both girls fly from different cities and arrive within an hour of each other decide to go hang out and have fun on a Thursday night. They have a two-bedroom AirBNB place right next to the night life and a great view of the city. They are having a ball but nothing happens. There were a few not-so-attractive guys hitting on her. Nothing exciting.

  Things change the next night, Friday. So that was my wife's birthday. She and her friend went to a bar and the friend got the bar to all sing happy birthday to my wife. All good. As my wife was going to the restroom, Ethan pulled her aside, wished her a happy birthday, and started talking to her. Ethan is something of a ladies’ man and he keeps in great shape. Jessica had mentioned a couple times that he was very handsome, and she felt a strong physical attraction right then in the bar, but she figured they would just hang out and talk - no harm. But after a while and a lot of drinking they decided to dance. They danced… and danced… and danced. The next thing she knew the bar was closing.

  “I had a great time,” she told him, smiling ear to ear. What she didn’t tell him was that her panties were soaked.

  Ethan asked my wife if he could see the view and she said yes and they walked back to her place. The friend hung back for a long while.

  Of course, Ethan tried to hold my wife's hand but she would have none of it that. Good girl, doesn't do anything wrong. So they go up to the room, look at the view and talk a bit then she says it's time for him to go home and she walks him to elevator. Just before he pushes the button to go down, they kiss. And they kiss, for about ten minutes long. He tries to reach into her shirt but she would have none of that. Finally he leaves and she goes back inside with her friend coming back home a few minutes later.

  Now mind you we have been married for five years and dated for two before that. So she hasn't even been close to doing something like this. We've had great sex and it's been fun ever since married. Definitely not as passionate now since I was so preoccupied with work and really never giving her a lot of attention. Even date nights would be a bit too much work and less about us. Maybe talk kids, or life dreams, but not passion like it was when we first met. We couldn't keep our hands off each other then.

  So after "the kiss" she feels incredibly guilty. Not simply because of the relationship due to her marriage, but because she’s a married woman. It was passionate and she felt beautiful and alive again. Her friend said don't worry about, probably more concerned about having the rest of trip ruined. So along they went.

  The next day Saturday bar hopping and fun, more drinking, more talking to people but nothing major. Drinking fun, more people nothing exciting. My wife is getting a bit bored of the drinking and but only got one more night Sunday before her friends fly home early Monday morning, and then we celebrate a five year wedding anniversary that night.

  As I text her throughout the trip, she says she's fine and having fun, but nothing outside or normal. On Sunday morning I get a text saying she wants to come home, sick of the place and ready to be with family. We talk a bit then she goes out.

  When I pick her up at the hotel, nothing seems amiss. She seems normal. Has a very slight quizzical look but I thought it was related to my trip for work. Anyhow Monday I give her flowers and a super nice card we hang out with family and I put the kids to bed - all is normal.

  After putting the kids to bed I decide I want to go rest in bed since I'm jet lagged and after a few minutes wife comes in and says we need to talk. I think, did I do anything wrong - couldn't think of anything and realize that she isn't looking at me in a bad way.

  “I don't want any secrets between us,” she said. “I want to tell you something."

  “Okay.” I feel butterflies, wondering what’s coming.

  “When I was at the hotel, I kissed someone.”

  “Okay, that's fine. No big deal."

  Jessica is in shock, expecting me to get mad.

  "Seriously,” I say. “Don't worry about it, not a big deal"

  The whole time, I'm getting incredibly turned on and thinking wow, my wife is hot. She immediately became beautiful again to me.

  So after a while she comes to bed and snuggles in close. I get turn on and she goes down on me which I totally enjoy and explode. Next day I can still see how much more beautiful she is to me. Our communication is better, our passion is better. This is great. Then I think more on the story. Something doesn't seem quite right. I go to bed again and wife goes down again, and I'm in heaven. She’s never given me oral sex two days in a row! Wow, I’m thinking, if this is the deal, I'll send her back to the hotel every month!

  The next day, at night, we are kissing and beginning to make love. I tell her I love what's happening and that that it's been great for us. She’s totally passionate again. I want her to start telling me the story as we make love.

  “It’s a total turn on,” I say.

  Jessica feels guilty but she does it. She runs through the first night, Thursday, when her friends arrived in town. I’m enjoying it, but I keep thinking there's more.

  So the next night we do the same thing and I ask is there more.

  Each night as we make love, the passion heats up and I ask her to tell the story. She does, and I keep asking questions. “Did you hold hands? Did he touch your breasts? Did you touch his cock? Did you get naked? How long did you kiss?” Finally the story comes out.

  Over the course of some incredible lovemaking and passion, I find out more day by day the story shifts and gets better.

  The Friday night kiss at the elevator was just one night, she says. I'm interested. Is there more?!?!

  On Saturday night, it was totally a random event but she saw Ethan at a different bar and went up to him and started talking and drinking and dancing. There was more!

  At first the story was they came back and made out and she got on top of him, just kissing - but he ended up leaving that was it.

  “Did he touch your breasts?” I asked.

  “No.”

  I think to myself what a tease, how horrible for him!

  But then the story shifts after a few repeats. They came back and made out and she got on top of him kissing. Ethan was about to leave and saw her room and laid down on the bed. They kissed more and he touched he breasts for like a few seconds - but he ended up leaving that was it.

  “This is so hot,” I tell her. Jessica has the best nipples. “He should have sucked those nipples of yours.”

  Again the story shifts. They came back and made out and she got on top of him kissing. He was about to leave and saw her room and laid down on the bed. They kissed more and he touched he breasts for like a few seconds. She felt him getting hard and went down by him and started breathing heavily. He said you are driving me nuts, I can feel your warm breath. But he ended up leaving that was it.

  Again I tell her, I love this and it's so hot. I enjoy her having fun and being sexy. I say this poor guy was going to be miserable. But after a few more days of passionate love making, and me constantly saying how hot this is, how good it's been for our communication and passion, she starts to feel like she can open up. So now I learn that they came back and made out and she got on top of him kissing. He was about
to leave and saw her room and laid down on the bed. They kissed more and he touched he breasts for like a few seconds. She felt him getting hard and went down by him and started breathing heavily. He said you are driving me nuts, I can feel your warm breath…. But now the touching of her breasts turned out to be kissing her breasts and sucking for a few seconds. I know that drives her incredibly wild. But he ended up leaving, and that was it.

  “I knew it,” I said. “I knew there was more to the story.” I told her I loved it and thought it was great that she’s happy, that she’d had fun and enjoyed yourself.

  “I can’t believe that you ‘re like this,” she said.

  “Like what?”

  “You like that I was with another man.”

  At last, after more lovemaking, I finally get the whole story. They came back and made out and she got on top of him kissing. He was about to leave and saw her room and laid down on the bed. They kissed more and he touched her breasts for like a few seconds. She felt him getting hard and went down by him and started breathing heavily.

  “You’re driving me nuts,” he said. “I can feel your warm breath.”

  Ethan was kissing her breasts and sucking for a few seconds, driving her incredibly wild. After he felt her warm breath down on his pants, he pulled them down and she was face to face with his cock. She expected it to be similar to my five inch cock, but Ethan was hung more like eight inches and quite thick. Her immediate reaction was to start sucking. She could taste his cum and gently she sucked him for about thirty seconds. At that point he was going wild and about a minute away from exploding. He reached his hand down her pants and felt her pussy, but only for a few seconds. She got back up and laid on him. He said it would feel so good getting inside her but she wasn't going to do that. So they talked a bit, he complained about worst blue balls ever, and then he left.

  Now I’m so hot that I explode when I hear this. I tell her this is amazing and great, and poor Ethan.

  “You should have at least let him finish in your mouth,” I said. “Let him release. Finish him next time.”

  Jessica’s mind is still blown, but she loves reliving the story with me.

  Oh, and to finish the story, she goes to say goodbye to her friend Sunday morning and she sees a naked drunk guy passed out on her friend’s bed. What a fun friend!

  And so now I know what happens, but what's next is even more intriguing.

  After her time with her friends when she danced with Ethan, things really start to open up. A few days later we decide to have a date night to celebrate a work milestone. I'm a bit frazzled from work but say okay and we head to the usual spot. First drink is fine and we are starting to buzz a bit. Light bites and the next drink comes, a stronger one. She starts getting buzzed and the conversation heats up.

  I ask what was the biggest trigger for her encounter with Ethan. And for her it was that he made her feel beautiful. He was super attracted to her and she felt alive and beautiful. A woman and not just a mom and wife. She wasn't getting it from me, but Ethan did it.

  I told her this has been the best thing that ever happened to us.. We now have way more passion for each other. We talk deeper, we communicate more often. It's amazing. She smiled and agreed. About midway down the drink I ask, so when this fades do I have to send you back to the hotel? She laughed and showed me some texts with her wild friend.

  Jessica: I just told him and can you believe it he doesn't mind?

  Friend: So do you want to go fly out to Vegas in June? There are so many guys out there. Hot ones.

  And so on.....

  “That’s such a turn on,” I say. “Next time don't hold back. Just do whatever you want. Have fun and enjoy.”

  Jessica is buzzing. “Next time you’ll have a good story.”

  June was a long time away, so I ask about single friends in our area. She says she has no single friends here to go out with and try to have fun.

  “What if just you and I went, would you feel comfortable?”

  “No,” she replies. “It’d feel real weird.”

  I nodded. “I should send you to your friends.” We explored what that would be like. We agreed that she shouldn’t go back to a guy’s place, and she probably couldn’t bring a guy to her friend’s condo. She would need her own room. We look at hotels and airfare, just for giggles.

  “I would have to be careful,” she says. “I don’t want to get any diseases.”

  I'm so turned on I can hardly stand it. Then she says, “I guess it's safer when I'm with a married man.”

  I think to myself, “Is this my shy, sweet, incredibly nice wife? What just came out of your mouth?”

  After our drinks, we walk down the street tightly together and I ask would you really do it? She pauses for a second, yeah it'd be fun. I squeeze her and we go about the night to pick up the kids...

  But the conversations keep going…

  A few days later, we had an incredible lovemaking session. During foreplay, I asked her what she would do next. She got us both turned on to the hottest sweatiest lovemaking ever. I asked her if she resisted looking up Ethan on Facebook. She said no, she tried but couldn't find him. I said to her it would be hot to send him a note that you'd be alone in his city and see what he says and what happens. She said that would be fun. Not sure if this is going to happen.

  This weekend we are going on a trip to a smaller town and I said to her well time to get ready, Saturday night is going to be fun, better dress up. She laughed and said, in that town? So I'm hoping that she'll let me be her wing man and I'll promptly get her buzzing on drinks and shots so she's a proper state for some fun. Next up to research which type of place we should go to in this town to find any action. And then, where would she go afterwards? Maybe need to shift hotels so it's a nice walking distance away.

  It’s so crazy that Jessica is doing any of this. Growing up she was pretty shy and sheltered, and she didn't do anything until she went off to college. Even then she was pretty tame. Had a boyfriend and the most she did was blow him. Then she dated again, mainly blowjobs, and met another guy who she eventually dated for a few years. They moved in together after college and things were looking good for this guy. But then while he was away for the summer on an internship, she ended up cheating and sleeping with someone else, and she felt miserable about it. So, she has a tendency to get drunk and have some fun.

  Eventually she got depressed with the area and that life and moved back home. While home she started working at the same company as me. I saw her and asked her out, but somehow she met some guy five hours away and had some fun with him. So I had to wait for that to play out and eventually we dated. I was surprised at how great it was – the passion was totally insane. Jessica is a multi-orgasmer to the extreme. I've counted seven with me and, according to her, she's had up to ten at one session. We could hardly keep our hands off each other. Her nipples are the key to her being turned on. Just a few minutes and she cannot resist.

  Over time I found out she liked a finger up her ass and eventually more. So with a vibrator she could have the most intense orgasms while we did anal. That’s a benefit of being just five inches long. So we do that about twice a month, and we have sex about weekly.

  When blowing she doesn't swallow but I think she does something even better. She'll let me cum in her mouth, and come back up and lay next to me for 10mins with the cum still in her mouth before she eventually goes to spit it out. This was way more frequent in the beginning and now about once every six months. Although a blow job to get things going is normal, finishing in her mouth is not.

  So we've been married for five years now and this has now become routine and me focused on work and her on kids and volunteering so ultimately fun, but not exciting. Think a normal happy, but slightly boring family life. That is, until her time with her friends and Ethan.

  Things have changed since that time. For one, her friend ended up hooking up with a couple of guys who she found on social media that they were dating or married. She says
to my wife, “At least you two were honest with each other.” My wife responds, “Yes, but I haven't found Ethan yet.” She couldn't resist trying to find him. I haven’t been in touch with Ethan in years. There’s a long history there, involving criminal behavior and a short prison sentence, and we don’t get along. The last I heard, he was living down in Georgia in the Atlanta area. Frankly, I have no idea where or how he’s living, though I would assume it involves illegal activity. But what’s important now is just the fact that she had that great encounter that opened things up for us.

  Thinking back on that event, we realize it happened on our anniversary and that after she came back home she ended up giving me the blowjob of my life. So in the same twenty-four hour period, she had two cocks in her mouth. I told her that and she laughed and said you like the wild side don't you. I so truly do!

  Since that time I've told her how much I love this new real, alive woman and not a zombie mom and wife, and I've given her free permission to do this whenever she wants. She is totally up for this. I asked how frequently she’d like to do it if someone actually lived in our area. "Oh, about twice a month." I was so excited at that response, and this from nothing at all.

  So we went on a trip to resort town this weekend. I tried to get her drunk enough to go wild. No real opportunities other than seeing her talk to people and not be so shy. The drinking is key to making this happen, but also needs country music dancing to really make anything happen. We talked about being her wing man.

  “That’s weird,” she replies. “I can't do that. What would the story be?" Eventually it just didn't have the opportunity and I don't think it would work with me there. She really needs her friend with her to get the party started.

  Then we talked about getting her friend to go to Las Vegas. She and her friend are planning June and I can't wait this long. I offered to pay for her friend’s plane ticket if they wanted to come out to our area again and do it sooner. Jessica texted back and forth with her friend and we found out that can't happen.

  So if Las Vegas is out with her friend, I suggested she go back home and hang out with her friend. She was like I'd need to have my own place, I don't want to go to some guy’s place. So I found a place near her friend’s condo, but then the story would be why isn't she staying with her friend. That would look a bit weird. So either take guy back to her friend’s place, or else go to the guy’s place. She feels most comfortable going back to her place/hotel. I think I could make this happen just tell friend that gives her friend a bit more space in the day.