MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  After work, everything seemed normal. Radd joined us for dinner and it sounded like the two of them were hitting it off. There seemed to be a real chemistry between the two of them. Frankly, I’d never thought that my wife was attracted to black guys but she clearly had a thing for Radd. That evening Emily asked if I’d like to watch a movie with them, a thriller that was now available for rental. I declined, having to work on my project, and I saw her sitting next to him on the couch as they watched the movie. Afterwards, I went to bed.

  In the middle of the night, I thought I felt the bed move and heard steps going down the stairs. A few minutes later, opened my eyes and realized that Emily wasn’t in bed. I suddenly felt worried for her safety. I checked the upstairs bathrooms and didn’t see her. Then I tiptoed downstairs. When I approached the guest room, I heard soft whispering inside. I opened the door just a crack and, in the moonlit room, saw Radd sitting on the edge of the bed wearing just a wife beater shirt. My wife was standing next to the bed wearing a white nightgown, kneeling down as she sucked on his cock. I saw her eyes meeting his as she licked his shaft. It was hard to tell with the lighting, but it seemed to be seven or eight inches long and a good bit thicker than mine. Radd was leaning back, holding himself up with his hands, and quietly moaning.

  “I want to fuck you,” Radd whispered, laying back on the bed, his cock standing tall.

  Emily pulled up the bottom of her nightgown, got on the bed, and lowered herself onto his rod. As she began slowly grinding onto him, the bottom of her nightgown fell and covered up everything. Still, I saw her leaning forward and kissing him, and his big black hands holding my wife’s ass as she fucked him. I could hear their heavy breathing and smell her wet pussy. After a few minutes, he flipped her over into the missionary position. Radd pulled up the bottom of her nightgown just enough so that I could see her hairy pussy. He then began pounding her hard, and I heard the bed squeaking as he fucked her.

  “Oh god, baby,” Emily whispered, “you’re so much bigger than my husband. It feels so good inside of me.” She lifted her legs up and locked her ankles around his waist.

  “Yeah?” Radd whispered back. From the moonlight, I could see his powerful, muscular frame was moving like a machine, his large black balls pounding against her pale white ass. “Your pussy feels good.”

  A few minutes later, I heard his breathing quickening.

  “Do it, baby,” my wife pleaded, her delicate white hands around his broad shoulders. “Come inside of me.”

  With a muted grunt, Radd threw his head back and pushed deep inside of my wife. He breathed heavily, said “damn,” then they went back to kissing. I slowly walked away, back up to bed. About fifteen minutes later, Emily sneaked into our room and slipped under the sheets with me. I had an erection and couldn’t sleep after what I’d seen, so I went to the bathroom to jerk off, then returned to bed.

  Radd stayed with us the next three weeks until the political situation seemed to die down and my wife’s company ended the arrangement. But Emily told me that she didn’t feel safe yet and asked if we could privately pay for Radd’s services. I agreed, and that lasted for another three months. Nearly every night, Emily would either sneak out of our bedroom and go down to the guest room.

  I pretended not to know what was going on, but I started to approach her for sex whenever she would return I would try to initiate sex. At first she was reluctant, saying that it was too late at night, but I was eager to get my face into her pussy. Once I managed to do it, she really seemed to get off on my eating her pussy just after she’d been with Radd. I’d then slip my cock inside of her. Even though his cock is so much larger than mine, she never felt loose to me and I enjoyed the silky feeling of her black lover’s semen lubricating our fuck. It was so erotic that I’d shoot my load in just a few minutes, then Emily and I would cuddle as we drifted off to sleep.

  Emily still texts with Radd. I suspect that they are still having sex, but it’s not as convenient as it was before. Although the plant closing is no longer a concern, Emily says she doesn’t feel safe without any firearms in our house and she’d like to bring Radd back. We just learned that Emily is pregnant, so I told her that I don’t think we can afford him right now. Happily, though, Radd left his company and now that he’s working on his own, he’s told me that he’d be willing to offer his executive protection services for half of what Wellerton was charging if we’d give him a long-term contract and provide him with room and board. We’re seriously considering it!

  DATING HIS WORST ENEMY

  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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  I was out in Florida on vacation and driving back to the hotel with my mother. I’d mentioned to her that I was thinking about seeing an old flame of mine who lived in the area. My mother said it was a bad idea.

  “It’s just talking with him,” I said. “I haven’t seen him in years and I thought it would be nice to catch up.”

  “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Emma,” my mother said, sitting in the passenger seat. “I think you should ask your husband before seeing your ex-boyfriend.”

  Would Aidan really care if I spoke with Nathan? We dated for two years in high school before I went to college nearby, where I met my husband. Nathan and Aidan weren’t friends but they went to the same school, while I attended private school a few towns over. It didn’t seem like a big deal but mom seemed very sure about it, so I figured I would call him on my cell phone.

  “Hi honey,” I said.

  “How are things going out there in Florida?”

  “Things are great! There’s something I want to run by you. I heard from Lily that my old high school boyfriend, Nathan, is still living in town. I thought I’d surprised him and stop by and talk with him. Would you be okay with that?”

  “That’s fine,” Aidan said. He’s such a good guy.

  “I’m thinking I’ll stop by his house. As old friends, just to, you know, maybe have a cup of coffee.”

  “You don’t have to tell me,” he said. “I don’t want to micromanage your trip.”

  “All right,” I said. “I just wanted to make sure that you’re not concerned about me seeing him or anything.”

  “How about this? As long as you’re at least one hundred miles from home, you always have a hall pass.”

  I was stunned. I wasn’t thinking about having sex with Nathan at all, but I did like the option. “Wow. Okay, yes, thank you. That’s very kind of you.”

  “All right? You have fun in Florida. I love you!”

  “Love you, too,” I said, ended the call and put the cell phone down.

  “What did he say?” my mother asked.

  “He’s fine with us having coffee.”

  After dropping mom off at her condo, I drove over to Nathan’s house. It was a tiny little place, no bigger than a trailer. When I knocked on the door, I heard dogs yapping. When he came to the door, he seemed surprised to see me. “Emma! Hey… wow, you look great! I wasn’t expecting to see you!”

  I wish I could say the same for Nathan. He had put on something like fifty pounds, and although we were both in our mid-twenties, he looked like he’d aged ten years. He had three Yorkshire terriers, and the house was cluttered and smelled like dog urine. Suffice it to say that my sexual attraction was at zero. But he was still the sweetheart that he’d always been. He poured u
s some lemonade and we sat outside on black metal chairs on his patio and talked about my life in Minnesota and his job as a chef at a restaurant in St. Petersburg. I mentioned that I was staying at the TradeWinds resort.

  “Yeah, that place is beautiful. I tried to get a job there. Do you remember Pearson? He works there.”

  “I’ve heard that name before.”

  “Yeah,” Nathan said, smiling. “The guy’s an asshole, a totally cocky jerk. He was one of the school bullies but he got away with it because he was popular. Aidan really hated him. Those two were rivals all through grade school. Aidan was the math nerd with braces. Pearson was the star player on the basketball team and all the girls wanted him. I think Aidan was a little jealous of him.”

  Nathan went on and told me more about their past. Apparently there was a famous incident where Pearson gave Aidan a “swirly” in a toilet filled with shit and urine. Aidan had never mentioned that to me and I could understand why. But the conversation was nice and enlightening. I told him it was great to see him again, gave him a hug and thanked him for the lemonade, and I returned to the hotel.

  Although Nathan was never the most attractive guy, I was disappointed that I’d lost out on an opportunity to have sex with somebody different. But then I remembered that Aidan hadn’t merely given me permission to sleep with Nathan – he had given me a “hall pass.” I decided that I’d spend some time at the hotel bar and maybe take a lucky guy back to my room. I dressed up in an evening gown and walked down to the restaurant and sat at the bar. I ordered a mojito and sipped on it while talking with the bartender, a college student who was working to help pay for school.

  In the first twenty minutes, a couple of guys approached me. While I enjoyed the attention but they weren’t anything that I would be interested in. But then somebody approached that made my whole body tingle.

  “Nice dress.” A black man in his mid-twenties sat down beside me with a confident grin. “It’s pretty popular. I’ve seen three other girls wearing that tonight.”

  “I had no idea. I’m from out of town.”

  The guy was rippling with muscles, clearly visible beneath his tight t-shirt. He had tattoos and a stud earring, crocodile-skinned shoes, and a large bulge in front of his True Religion jeans. He ordered himself a whiskey on the rocks and introduced himself as Pearson. I instantly realized that this guy was my husband’s old high school enemy.

  As we discussed our lives, I found Pearson to be very witty and charismatic. But his stunning good looks and confidence were incredible turn-ons. Pearson asked the bartender for another mojito and asked that it be made extra special for this extra-special lady, and gave her a knowing wink. As I sipped my cocktail, I noticed it seemed extra strong but I didn’t complain. Over our scintillating conversation, I realized why my husband couldn’t stand him – he was everything that Aidan would like to be but fell so far short. It was obvious why a man like Pearson has his choice of women and can get them easily and often, while Aidan needed to offer money and a long-term relationship to be permitted any sexual privileges. Honestly, I’d always thought that men like Pearson were out of my league. The fact that a man like Pearson was chatting me up – that he considered me attractive enough to have sex with – was such a compliment that had me soaring. I felt so sexy and my pussy was dripping wet.

  Pearson tried to buy me another drink but I told him that I’d already had too much. I tried to stand and I was wobbly, and I asked him if he’d walk me back to my room. We rode up the elevator and when we got inside my room, Pearson immediately began to kiss me. I closed my eyes and tasted whiskey as his tongue penetrated my mouth, swirling around my tongue. I pulled his t-shirt off and ran my hands over his muscular black chest, then leaned in and flicked my tongue over his nipples. I wanted to move slowly but Pearson quickly removed my dress and bra, and I was laying on the bed with the room starting to spin. I felt his fingers tugging at the waistband of my panties, and I lifted my hips to help him slip them down my legs. Normally my husband would start eating my pussy but Pearson just moved up on top of me. I loved seeing his muscular arms and chest surrounding me, I just felt so feminine as he leaned down and began kissing me. I felt his cock on top of my belly, and I looked down. It was huge, much larger than Nathan or Aidan, probably eight inches long and thick as a cucumber. He was rubbing it against my stomach as we kissed. I ran my hands over his back, loving the thick, hard muscles of his body.

  Then I felt Pearson’s cock pressing against my vagina. I had a flickering thought that I’d forgotten to buy lubrication but his thick cock slipped right inside my womanhood, opening me easily but stretching me. With each thrust, he was pushing a little deeper inside of me, and I felt fully filled. The feeling was so amazing, this huge cock slipping easily in and out, and I was moaning in pleasure. He again kissed me, and I lifted my legs as far up as I could, against his legs to give him easy access. I was shocked at how amazing it felt without him touching my clitoris. The only way that I’d ever orgasmed with Nathan or Aidan was from oral sex, but I knew from that familiar tingle in my loins that I was nearing climax.

  “Oh God, I’m cumming!” I held my breath, tensing my stomach, as the most powerful orgasm of my life spread up my back and down again. “Ah eh eh eh!” I was shuddering as the orgasm just kept going, rolling, reaching peak after peak. When it finally subsided, Pearson said he wanted to do doggy style. I got on my hands and knees and felt his cock again filling me. This time it felt like it went even deeper. It was now touching my g-spot with every thrust. He was slapping my ass with every few thrusts, saying, “Yeah, you nasty white bitch. You like that black cock.” Again I was nearing orgasm, and as it hit it felt so different from the first, my g-spot and clit going off simultaneously. As I was finishing, so was Pearson. He pushed deep inside of me and I felt his cock swell even larger as he deposited his seed deep inside of me, his sperm filling up my womb.

  The moment he was done, Pearson said, “That’s was great.” He threw on his clothes and left. I was so drunk that I didn’t really mind. I saw the light turn off and heard the door shut behind him as I lay in bed, falling asleep. I woke up a couple of hours later wide awake, probably due to the alcohol. I felt my clit and it was so swollen, with a pool of semen on the bed. I rubbed it until I reached another climax, then I fell back to sleep.

  Over the next five days, I had sex with Pearson three nights. We did a number of sexual positions that I’d never done before. I also got the chance to give him a couple of blowjobs and it was just so crazy trying to take that huge thing inside of my mouth. It ended up being more hands than mouth, but he didn’t complain. When I finally flew back home from Florida, I felt like a new woman and totally satisfied.

  When I started feeling nauseated, Aidan seemed concerned. He asked me to take a pregnancy test and sure enough, I’m pregnant. I reminded him that he’d given me a hall pass, and that I’d met a random black guy in Florida. In my heart, I feel certain that DeCovan is the father but I had sex with Aidan before and after I left, so I don’t know for sure. I missed a birth control pill the day before I left because I’d packed them away, and while I was there I missed a couple because my routine was off, but we won’t know who the father is until it’s born. Aidan is a great guy and he agreed to raise the baby, even if it’s black. I figured that if the baby did turn out black, I wouldn’t want him to know that the biological father is a guy he hates, his old rival.

  (Frankly, it’s not much of a rivalry at all, at least sexually – DeCovan wins, no contest. And Aidan is a much better provider and partner, and he’ll make a great father to the baby. I guess they are both winners, in a way, just in different categories and with different strengths. I may never get the chance to have sex with DeCovan again but he opened my eyes and helped me realize just how amazing sex can be, and how important the right man is to having great sex.)

  When Aidan and I were at the hospital and they were telling us about the possible genetic problems we might have with a baby, they said that t
he testing was based on both of our DNA. I I explained to the nurse that I’d had sex with my husband but also a black guy down in Florida, and either man could be the father. She was very understanding and offered to provide a prenatal paternity test. I agreed and the next week they performed the test. When the results came in, I had to tell Aidan that he’s excluded from being the father.

  I could tell that he was hurt by this revelation, but he’d known all along that he might not be the father and that the baby might be black.

  “Do you even know who the guy is?” Aidan asked, sitting at the kitchen table.

  “Yes, I know his name. He works for the hotel. I’ll give him a call and let him know.”

  “What’s his name?”

  I hesitated. “Why does that matter?”

  “I’m just curious. Why don’t you want to tell me his name?”

  “His name is Pearson Williams.”

  My husband’s face went pale. “You’re kidding me. You’re pregnant with Pearson’s baby?”

  “Yes,” I asked, playing dumb. I didn’t tell him that on my Florida trip, my old boyfriend Nathan had informed me that Pearson was his old enemy, and had given him a swirly in a shit-filled toilet back in grade school. “Is that a problem?”

  “I hate that guy,” Aidan said, his glasses steaming up. “He’s a total dick. I don’t want him having custody of our baby. I can just see him taking the baby from us, refusing to give the baby back--”

  “Don’t worry, honey,” I said, standing behind him and putting my hands on his shoulders. “We’ll put your name on the birth certificate. You’ll be the legal father, with all of the rights and responsibilities for the baby.”

  He exhaled. “That makes me feel much better.”

  Later that night, I called the Tradewinds and asked for Pearson. I told him that I was pregnant with his baby, but that he didn’t have anything to worry about because my husband and I would raise the baby. Pearson said he was excited about the baby. He also said that he wanted to see me.