MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  We chatted in the room and Jessica was obviously nervous. I suggested that I go to get some water for us, in hopes that she would relax and be comfortable kissing him. (Again, another bad decision.) I thought that I should stay gone for fifteen minutes or so to give her a chance to relax and get intimate with him. I expected to return to see them kissing with her shirt off perhaps. However, I didn't realize that I picked Brayden for a playmate. I returned 30 minutes later to find them naked in bed. Evidently, the first act already happened and I returned at the beginning of the intermission. Wow! That was fast, and I doubt that either of us could have predicted that. Their clothes were in a pile on the floor next to the bed. I was trying to process how they were both fully clothed just 30 minutes ago, and he seduced her out of her clothes in mere minutes, and then they had sex and finished. He must have been good.

  He was in the bathroom, and she got out of the bed and was standing naked in front of me, full of energy and excited. I was at a loss for words, and she was eagerly anticipating Round Two that was set to start in a few minutes. She and I were so disconnected in our energy at this point. She was bubbly and flirty, and I was in a state of shock and at a loss for words. She was very good in making sure that I was okay with what was happening. I was still trying to mentally process it all. While shocked, I tried to adapt to the situation, and told her I was okay.

  I settled down on the other bed as the second act was starting, and I saw how comfortable Jessica was in bed with him. I noticed how they seemed so connected to each other already. Here, she and I were so disconnected in our energy, but those two were exactly in sync. How did this happen so fast? I mean, she just met this guy in person less than two hours ago.

  They were talking softly and laughing in between kisses. At one point, one of them said something to the other in such a low voice, that I felt like they didn't want me to hear what was being said. I felt the jealousy that I expected would rear its head at some point. I tried to picture what sex between Jessica and I had been like in recent years. Did we kiss and talk as much as they were right now?

  I then witnessed twenty minutes of porn star-quality sex. Again, Jessica did an amazing job of making sure that I was fine with everything while it was happening. She must have asked me "Are you okay?" ten times or so. Jessica and him went at it slow, fast, soft, and hard. I watched him thrust her so hard that her whole body moved back and forth several inches on the bed with each thrust. Her pleasure was obvious on her face as he gave her the most amazing sex that I have ever seen.

  That's when it set in. I didn't notice the jealous feelings anymore. They were masked by the overwhelming feelings of inadequacy that I was having. Jessica has always had a higher sex drive than me, and I was beginning to realize that this guy was giving her the kind of sex that she needed. Sex between us had changed over the past ten years or so, and I have joked that I was able to give her the best forty-five seconds of her life. Well, he was giving her the best fifteen minutes of her life. She didn't necessarily make any different noises or faces than when we had sex, but her noises were noticeably louder with each thrust that he gave her. Looking back, I realized that I wasn't even hard watching them have sex.

  I was amazed at how hard and fast he was thrusting her, and I thought to myself, even in my younger days, did I ever fuck her as good as he was fucking her? She had to be thinking this was amazing. Her face and the noises that she was making sure looked that way. The key moment was when I realized that I sucked in bed compared to this guy. Even when I was twenty years younger, I still sucked in bed compared to this guy. Thank god I am Jessica's soul mate. Otherwise, she would be packing her stuff and moving in with this guy soon. All joking aside, I felt so inadequate at this point that I don't know how I will be able to have sex with Jessica from now without wondering if she wishes it was him.

  They both suggested that I have sex with her after they were done, but there was no way that I was going to show how poorly my best moves were compared to this guy. We had some conversation afterwards, and I was having what felt like an out of body experience. Jessica was laying on the bed naked, and he was sitting in a chair in a towel. Jessica is so self-concious about her body, but she was so relaxed being naked in front of him as we talked.

  At this point, I felt extremely awkward and I was feeling like the odd man out. I nervously tried to contribute to the conversation, but I really wanted to get out of the room and go home. I said something like, if there was a next time, and Jessica said that there would definitely be a next time. Key moment: Jessica was in the driver's seat now, not me. She later said after we got home that they felt it would be good for me to watch them sometimes, perhaps once a month.

  On the way home, Jessica did a great job of attempting to reassure me that sex with me is great. She said that it wasn't that great and she didn't get off. I thanked her for the weak attempt at convincing me it wasn't that great. I replied that tonight was the worst sex that they were ever going to have. It was only going to get better from now on, and I see multiple orgasms in her future. I said that he will probably be giving her the best sex of her life, and I will get a mercy fuck every once in a while. I will like it, and she will wish that she was fucking him instead. Okay, not that bad, but my head was really fucked up at this point and still is.

  So there you have it. In summary, Brayden swept Jessica off of her feet way earlier than either of us planned, and I now know that I sucked in bed. It’s funny, our role playing has included a cuckold aspect to it. However, I got a hard dose of reality tonight, and I can now say to others, "be careful what you wish for." All joking aside, though, it really fucked me up in the head. It's important to a guy that he knows that his wife thinks that he is awesome in bed. We tried to have 'reclaim' sex, but I couldn't get it up.

  I told her that I was okay with her having sex with him again. She said that she would stop if that's what I wanted, but I know that she will wish she was having sex with him if I told her that. I don't think that I want to watch them anymore. We will have to see where our sex life goes from here. I think that I am going to have that porn star-quality sex image in my mind whenever we have sex from now on.

  So, now it's on to acceptance. I knew that this was a door that would be hard to shut once we opened it. I am going to try to focus on being cool with the improved frequency and quality of her sex life, and hopefully our sex life will improve because of it. I feel like she has been settling for crappy sex with me all of these years, and I do want her to be sexually fulfilled. He sure does that for her. I will work on acceptance for now, and maybe I will be less impacted by it down the road. For now, I know that I don't want to watch them having sex again.

  Please think badly of Jessica. She is an amazing wife. I’d coaxed her into this over many months/years, and it's not her fault that I suck in bed compared to Brayden. I should have picked a guy that sucks worse than me instead. I just hope that I can somehow work through all of this shit!

  TRAILER PARK ROMANCE

  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 grew up in a trailer park in Arkansas. Most of my life, though, everybody who lived there was white folk. But then when I was twenty-two, that all changed.

  I married my boyfriend Noah when I got preggers with our first baby. We had three kids in three years so he got a vasectomy. He worked as a manag
er at Dunkin Donuts and works a lot. We had enough money but not enough to just keep having tons of kids.

  A few years ago a new family moved into the park. It was a black family that moved in from Mississippi. The mom was Thelma and she had seven kids, the oldest twenty-four and the youngest was seven. One of her boys was JeReese. He was twenty and he was playing football in college. They said he’s going to play in the NFL after college. He didn’t come by very often because the fall semester just started and he lived at college but he was the handsomest of the boys. I like tall boys and he’s 6’4 and very muscular with a good looking face.

  A lot of people in the park just whispered about the black family and said they shouldn’t live here. But I thought it was nice to have some new people around and they seemed nice enough. One time when JeReese was there I stopped by and introduced myself. They were all very friendly and I could tell that JeReese liked what he saw. I told him that my husband works a lot of hours and my mother has her own trailer on the other side of the park and she watches the kids for me sometimes. I wanted him to know that if he wanted to spend some time alone with me that I could have my mom watch the kids but I don’t know if he picked up on that. I asked him why his mother Thelma wears a scarf on her head and he said that they are Pentecostal and its part of the rules, she can’t cut her hair and has to wear a hat or a scarf. I thought that was strange but okay. He asked for my phone number and I gave it to him.

  The next week he called me and asked if we could be alone and talk. I told him when my husband was working and said that I would get my mom to watch the kids if he wanted some privacy. We agreed to meet on Wednesday in the middle of the day. He came over wearing jeans and his college jersey and carrying his football. When he walked inside he said it was pretty but wanted to make sure my husband wasn’t home. I told him no, he won’t come home early and if he does he will call.

  We were sitting on the sofa in the kitchen and JeReese was telling me about his games on television and all the girls who throw themselves at him, and the scouts who were talking with him and how he’s going to be a millionaire in the NFL. Then he leaned over and started kissing me. I felt a tingle through my body and my pussy was so wet. He was so handsome and so successful, and I really wanted to have sex with him. He ran his hands all over my body, really turning me on. Soon he had my shirt off and I was just wearing my jeans and bra, so we walked back to my bedroom.

  I think he was wearing Tommy Hilfiger cologne but whatever it was I loved the smell. He just smelled so much better than Noah, and looked so much stronger and manly. My body desired this handsome black man. All the girls want to be with a guy like this and he was with me, pulling off my jeans and removing my panties, putting his tongue on my pussy. My clit was throbbing with anticipation, and when his tongue hit my clit it felt amazing. He didn’t pull back the hood, just licking up and down right there, but then he stopped. I was disappointed at that but then he pulled off his white briefs.

  My husband’s dick is seven inches and pretty thick but this was a couple inches longer and much thicker. I crawled over to the edge of the bed where he was standing and began to suck on his cock.

  “No, bitch,” he said. “Put your head upside down.”

  I didn’t know what he meant but he said if I was upside down, I could take his cock deeper. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that but I’ll try anything once. I laid down on my back, my head hanging down, as he dipped his cock inside of my mouth. I was going to give him a normal blowjob but I thought he was trying to fuck my mouth so I just covered my teeth and opened up. I felt his big cock press inside of my mouth. It was so big I was afraid I would gag but he stuck it inside and it slide right down. I felt the head slipping into my throat and I tried not to gag.

  “Yeah, bitch,” he said. “Take that black dick down your throat.”

  He kept thrusting in and out. I was holding my breath and eventually I started to gag. He pulled out and I breathed and got ahold of myself. He started fucking my mouth again, my head hanging upside down next to the bed. I could feel the big piss vein thing pressing against my throat as he slid deeper inside of me. I kept gagging but he kept at it, and he was going in deeper and deeper.

  “That’s good,” JeReese said. He got up on the bed and turned me onto my side, and he started to fuck me from the spoon position. His cock felt so much thicker than my husband’s, it was so fucking good but I was only taking in about half his length. But he was reaching around and playing with my tits and then he started diddling my clit with his hand. I was totally loving it and moaning loudly. I hope the neighbors didn’t hear it!

  I cum pretty loudly and he got me off good in the spoon, then he turned me over into missionary. Then he started pushing himself in deeper, soon slipping in all the way. My pussy was able to take him with one slide in, all the way deep. It felt real good, really filling me fully up and my pussy was so wet that it just felt great. I often need to use lube with my husband but not with JeReese, I was so wet and horny for him. I loved feeling filled so deep and feeling his balls slapping against my ass. I knew I was taking all of him inside me. “Oh shit, baby. I’m fuckin’ cumming!” I wailed, my body all tensing up as this black stud fucked me good and right. I came twice before he finally reached his own climax. He pressed in fully deep, his cockhead deep inside me and he shot his load right into my womb. I knew I wasn’t on any birth control and I should have been worried but I wasn’t. I just loved making love to this amazing black man.

  I had sex with JeReese a handful of times over the next month. Then I found out I was pregnant. Noah got pissed and said I was fucking around on him. I told him I wasn’t but he hit me and gave me a black eye. I kicked his sorry ass out of the trailer and now he’s paying me child support for all of our kids. Yes the baby was born black but Noah is on the birth certificate as the daddy and I’m making his take responsibility for his children.

  JeReese stops by my trailer about once a week to see his son. We still have sex and it’s amazing. But now that I’m divorced I’m having sex with other guys, too. I’ve even had sex with his younger brother who is legal age. I’m on the pill now though so I don’t need to worry about getting preggers again. But Thelma is a good grandmother and if I had another black baby it would be fine by me. I have two grandmothers in the park who take good care of their grandbabies, a trailer all paid for and Noah paying support. If another man wants me to be his baby mama, I will consider it. There’s nothing hotter than having baby making sex with a man who isn’t your husband, at it is to me!

  MY FREE-SPIRITED WIFE RACHEL

  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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  My name is Liam. I’m thirty-two and I’ve been married for eight years to my wife Rachel, who is 30. We have three children and Rachel is currently in her second trimester, pregnant with our fourth. We live in the suburbs and appear to be your average married couple, and for the most part we are.

  Although we are socially monogamous, one thing that makes us unusual is that my wife has other lovers. During most of our marriage she has had at least one steady lover, and she likes to spice it up with new lovers as well. She says that her favorite part of a new relationship is the beginning, mostly the first six months or so, and then it starts to get a little routine for her. I’m proud to say that I’m the only man who has been able to keep her interest for
more than two years.

  Even before we started dating, I knew that Rachel wasn’t the monogamous type. People in her hometown called her “Red Light Rachel” because of her remarkably free ways. She continued her sexual exploration at college, where she slept with over a hundred young men.

  I met her shortly college when she moved across the country and took a marketing job at my company. I thought she was beautiful and sexy in a kind of innocent schoolgirl way, and we enjoyed talking. She agreed to go on a date with me, and soon we became a couple. Even at that time, though, I knew that she was seeing other men, including a couple of guys from our company and even a married vice president for one of our competitors. I didn’t judge her, though; I was just happy to get the chance to date her.

  Although I knew that she was promiscuous, and she knew that I was aware of her reputation, she was actually somewhat prudish with me. She made me wait for two months before she would let me have sex with her. (Years later, she confessed that she didn’t want me to think that she was easy, so she proved it by making me wait.) When we finally did, she insisted that I use a condom. I didn’t mind, though, because I was happy just to be having sex. She was a lot of fun in the sack, and I was impressed at her finely-honed sexual skills. We must have gone through hundreds of condoms before our wedding.

  “I have a surprise for you,” she said on our wedding night. She was dressed in all-white nylon stockings, bra and panties. “You don’t need to use condoms anymore.”

  “I thought you can’t take the pill?”

  “I got fitted for a diaphragm,” she said, snuggling up against me. “I have it in right now. You won’t even notice it.” And she was right. Having sex with my new wife without having that rubber barrier between us was amazing and I would climax in just a matter of minutes. The honeymoon was sheer bliss.