MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  After we returned home and got back to our regular lives, Rachel started talking about having children. Although it was scary, we looked at our finances and realized that we were now in a position to start a family. Rachel started tracking her cycle and we started to try for a baby. One time after we had sex, at the start of her cycle, I was in the bathroom washing my hands and I noticed that her diaphragm case was on the counter, not in her drawer where she normally keeps it. I opened it up and it was empty. I thought that was rather strange. I didn’t mention it to her, I just went back to bed and cuddled with her.

  The next night, Rachel primped herself, putting on a sexy outfit for her date with Terry, an arrogant ladies man who drives a luxury sports car. When she left she gave me a peck on the cheek, told me she’d be back late and said I shouldn’t wait up. After Terry’s car disappeared down the road, I went into our bathroom and opened her drawer. The diaphragm case was still there. I opened it up and her diaphragm was inside.

  Rachel went out with Terry every night for the next five nights, staying over at his house on Friday and Saturday nights. In each case, she left her birth control at home. When she returned on Sunday night, we made love. Sure enough, when I went to the bathroom after sex, I checked the case and it was empty, no doubt inside of her protecting her womb from my sperm.

  A couple of weeks later, Rachel took a pregnancy test and it confirmed that she was pregnant. When our first son was born, he was a spitting image of Terry. A year later she gave birth to our daughter, but she looks more like Rachel than anybody else so I can’t really say for sure. Two years after that, she gave birth to our second son who looks like a cross between Rachel and Len, a cocky muscle-head who is covered in tattoos and had been her lover for a few months before that child was conceived. I know that birth control isn’t one hundred percent effective and that you can’t tell paternity just by looking at a child. Although she always used the diaphragm when we had sex, and didn’t use it with her lovers when she got pregnant, anything is possible.

  I think that I might be the father of the child she’s currently carrying, though. Although most of her fuck buddies are white, she was carrying on a steamy affair with Tyrone, a sexy black man who she met through a girlfriend of hers. When we started trying for a baby this time, I was concerned that she might accidentally get pregnant by Tyrone. Rachel assured me that she always uses her diaphragm with her lovers, so I had nothing to worry about, but if the birth control somehow failed we would love the baby no matter who the father might be.

  During Rachel’s ovulation, she was having sex with Tyrone twice a day. Although she claimed she was using her diaphragm, I saw that it was in the case each time she left. On the fourth night of her ovulation, we were pretty sure that her egg would drop. She went out dancing with Tyrone that night and came home drunk, with her lipstick smeared and a big wet spot on the crotch of her jeans. I immediately pulled her into the bedroom, pulled off her jeans and panties, and lay her down on the bed. I held her hands in mine as I began licking her pussy. There was the strong musky smell of semen and the salty taste of his jizz as I licked her clean.

  “I need to use the bathroom,” she said.

  “You can when we’re done,” I said, sucking Tyrone’s seed out of her slick cunt. I knew that she wanted to slip her diaphragm inside and I wasn’t going to give her the opportunity. I got on top of her, slipped all five inches inside of her and began thrusting wildly. Rachel was very drunk, nearly passed out as I fucked her spent body. After a few minutes I felt that magical feeling approaching. I pounded her harder, faster, and when I hit my climax I pushed in as deep as possible. Although I didn’t have the large size cock of her lovers and couldn’t shoot my sperm directly into her womb, I spurted a dab of my seed inside of her. Just as I was pulling out for another thrust, I felt Rachel grabbing my cock. As I pulled out for another thrust, she pulled up on my penis and it plopped out of her. Rachel was moaning, “oh yes, baby, that’s right,” as my cock finished spurting on top of her landing strip, her hand masturbating my cock as I penetrated her hand, my seed landing harmlessly on her belly. She turned and kissed me, then she cuddled as she fell asleep.

  As I lay next to her, I felt proud knowing that I’d managed to get a shot at impregnating her. Sure, Tyrone’s sperm had a huge head start. My wife’s womb had been filled with her black lover’s sperm for days. Billions of his African sperm were inside of her at that moment. I’d read about “sperm wars” and I knew that not only were millions of his black sperm searching for her egg right now, but millions of others were already in place, blocking and killing any competitor’s sperm. My odds were very long, but I’d gotten a little squirt of sperm inside of her unprotected, so I was now in the game. As I drifted off to sleep, I pictured my sperm like a handful of proud soldiers storming the beach at Normandy, hopelessly outgunned and outclassed as they fought the impossible fight.

  A few more months and we will know for sure if I’m the father. Rachel says that this will be her final baby and she’s getting her tubes tied, and as an extra precaution she’s having me get a vasectomy. We’ve talked about baby names. Rachel wants wants to name the baby Shaniqua if it’s a girl and Tyrone if it’s a boy. I’ve heard that they have prenatal DNA tests these days. Do you think she knows something that I don’t know?

  I’M HER PARTNER ON THE OUTSIDE

  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’ve been in a relationship with a beautiful woman of the last seven years. Gabriella and I are both twenty-nine and we have four children. Although we live together, she’s married to a man who is incarcerated. And while the children aren’t mine biologically – they are all mulattos fathered by her husband – I’ve raised them as my own. We’re a very happy family.

  When I met Gabriella, she’d been married to the love of her life, Da’rion, for a little over a year. Her family had opposed the marriage, largely because Da’rion is black. (The fact that he was abusive, a serial cheater, and into drugs may have played a role, too.) But they had a small wedding with about half of her family and friends showing. Soon Da’rion was incarcerated over a drug-related offense and Gabriella was all alone, late term with their first baby. That’s when I met her.

  When I met her, I was totally blown away by her beauty and personality. I tried to be a helpful and supportive friend to her. I offered to be there with her in the delivery room if she wanted. She was reluctant to accept my help. “I really shouldn’t, Austin,” she said. “I’m a married woman. I don’t know how Da’rion would feel about it.”

  Funny thing, though – a couple days later she spoke on the phone with her husband and Da’rion thought it would be a good idea for her to have another man around while he’s incarcerated. “He’s okay with us having a relationship as long as you understand that I’m a married woman and when he gets out, I’m his.” There were also a few other rules that Da’rion set down, like that I’d need to use condoms every time with her, but they weren’t anything that would bother me. Heck, I’d be happy to put on galoshes and a raincoat if that’s what I needed to do to get laid!

  We were all crying when our first son was born. We signed the papers and put my name on the birth certificate as the father, although the baby was named by Da’rion and had his last name. I got to know Gabriella’s family and they all loved me. “I’m so gla
d that Gabriella is with you now, rather than that worthless degenerate Da’rion,” his mother said. We didn’t tell them that Gabriella and Da’rion had no intention of divorcing, but it really didn’t make much difference because he was locked up anyway. As far as the world was concerned, Gabriella was my woman.

  I’ve always wanted to be Gabriella’s husband but every time I drop a hint in that direction, she shoots me down. She’s told me many times that she loves me but she’s not in love with me – she’s in love with Da’rion. I admit that I’m not the most interesting guy, that I’m not as exciting as guys like Da’rion, but I feel that I’m a solid partner and a good father to our four children. And while I may not actually be married to Gabriella, I’m the legal father of all four of our children, so we are tied together for life.

  Another problem we have is that Gabriella tells me that she’s not really that attracted to me physically. She says I’m cute but her physical attraction to Da’rion is simply electric. I think that hurts our love life somewhat, as she only lets me take liberties with her about once a month. Some guys would complain about the condoms but I don’t really mind the lack of sensitivity. Honestly, I think they are a boon because they allow me to last a good ten minutes. Gabriella just looks at me with a condescending smile as I push my rubber-encased weiner inside of her in the missionary position. When I reached climax, I push as deep inside as my five inch penis can go and blast the reservoir with my seed. Gabriella playfully slaps my ass and says, “that really wasn’t so bad.”

  On occasion, Da’rion is released from prison. When he comes home, I have to sleep on the couch in the living room while he sleeps with Gabriella. The sounds of her moaning and groaning through the walls are totally erotic, and I like to sneak into the bathroom and jerk off while they’re having sex. I don’t get any sex from Gabriella when Da’rion is in the house, but happily he’s only around for a few months, a year at most. Every time he gets released he ends up violating his parole and getting sent back.

  Often times, after he gets locked back up, we learn that Gabriella is pregnant with his baby. But that’s not all bad. Gabriella and I have two sons and two daughters, all mulattos, and I must say that being a father has been the most fulfilling thing in my life. The kids call me “Austin” and call Da’rion “dad,” but I’m the one who has been there coaching their baseball games and taking care of things like discipline and finances for them, and they love me for it.

  In a few months, Da’rion will be getting released from prison for good. No parole this time, so unless he commits another crime he will be back for good. I was scared that Gabriella might kick me out of her life and stop me from seeing my children, but thankfully that won’t happen. Da’rion and Gabriella are talking about buying another replacing one of the beds in the boys’ room with a bunk bed, and letting me sleep on the top bunk. I’m not sure how this is all going to work out, but I think we’re going to be a one big happy family!

  HER BLACK EX STILL WANTS HER

  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’m Hunter. I’m twenty-seven year old accountant. My girlfriend Arianna is a beautiful twenty-three-year-old brunette with a great figure and a sweet personality. We’ve been dating a little over six months now and we’re both very happy together. There’s one little annoyance, though, that’s gotten in the way of our relationship.

  Arianna and I started out as friends. She was a barista at a nearby coffee shop. I started talking with her while I waited for my drink and we hit it off. I asked if she had a boyfriend and she replied that she’d just gotten out of a relationship. Her ex-boyfriend Kelly, she informed me, was a promising football player until he suffered career-ending injuries in a car accident. After his injury he was never the same, and his dreams of a professional career were crushed. He dropped out of college and started working in construction. She said he had serious anger issues, and after his injuries things only got worse. She had to break up with him.

  The first few months we dated, Arianna wanted to take things slow. She would allow me to hold her hand and kiss her, and I even got to the point of feeling her up, but she wasn’t interested in doing more than that. “I just don’t feel comfortable enough yet,” she said. I assured her that I understood, and things were otherwise great in our relationship.

  Then, one day, Arianna left her phone out and I saw a text. It was from Kelly and it said: “You’re so good in bed, baby!” I was shocked when I saw it. I confronted Arianna. She didn’t want to admit it but I had her red handed. She finally confessed. Although she’d broken up with Kelly, he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He was still insisting on seeing her, and given his violent past and temper she felt she had no choice. She was trying to wean him off, but he still stopped by three or four times a week at night for sex, saying that he had needs. Arianna asked him to find a new girlfriend. Kelly replied that she’s still his woman and he doesn’t want her cheating on him by sleeping with me or anybody else. And that, she admitted, was the primary reason that we hadn’t had sex yet. We had a long discussion about it and decided that, one way or the other, Kelly would need to find a new girlfriend by the end of the year.

  Since that time, things have been a lot better between us. Now that our relationship is out in the open, Arianna and Kelly are able to go out in public as friendly exes. He still comes over to her apartment for sex at night, but now she tells me all of the details as I eat her pussy. “His cock is so big, it felt so good,” she might say, laying back on the bed, her hands running through my hair as I lick her black lover’s semen out of her cunt. “He’s so strong, so muscular, it just makes me wet thinking about him! I cum so fucking hard!” And after I bring her to orgasm with my tongue, she now rolls a Trojan over my little white penis, lubes up her hands with Astroglide, and gives me an amazing handjob. Just seeing her naked body as she smiles, kneeling next to me on the bed, it gets me so hard that I fire like a rocket into the reservoir. “Wow,” she says with surprise, “Good job, honey! You made a big boy load!”

  It’s so great to finally have some sexual activity with Arianna. She recently told me that Kelly isn’t have any luck getting a new girlfriend, and it may take him a few more months to finally break off their sexual relationship. But I know the end is near, and soon I’ll be going all the way with lovely girlfriend. I can’t wait!

  MY WIFE IS HIS SEXY ASSISTANT

  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’s Carter. I’m a twenty-eight-year-old associate at a Los Angeles law firm. It’s a thankless job with long hours, but it pays well and that really helps when I’m trying to meet women.

  I never had any luck with the opposite sex when I was you
nger. They all said that I was a “nice guy” who’d be wonderful for some women but I just wasn’t right for them. More than a couple, though, called me “boring.” Honestly, I think they’re right. A guy who’s responsible, arrives on time, calls when he’s supposed to call isn’t very exciting. But what can you do? It’s just my nature.

  I’d pretty much accepted my lot in life but when I started working as an associate for a major law firm, they suddenly found me to be far more interesting. And that’s when I met my wife.

  Kylie is a twenty-three year old beauty with long, flowing hair, a beautiful face and an hourglass figure. Men have always admired her beauty her entire life, and people always told her that she had movie star good looks. Believing them, she moved out to California to pursue a movie career. It didn’t work out for her, though, and when I met her she was very discouraged. She wasn’t getting any parts as an actress. (Apparently being gorgeous isn’t enough to get into the movies – who’da thunk?)

  At that point she’d given up on Hollywood and was just hoping to marry into money. Although I’m far from rich, I guess she was willing to settle for an up-and-coming associate.

  Kylie was still trying to find acting gigs when she was approached after an audition by a young black man. He claimed to be a friend of DeTremon Chandler, the star power forward on the Los Angeles Lakers. He asked her if she’d be interested in working as DeTremon’s personal assistant – helping to arrange his personal schedule, packing his workout clothes for the gym, accompanying him on road games – basically assisting him with anything and everything. She would also need to dress attractively as she would be seen with him in public. He said that the job would pay $100,000 a year. She was excited and told him that she’d love to meet him. The guy set up an interview with DeTremon for the next week.