MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance

by POLLY ANDREA BUSCH

  As we were talking, all I could hear was Savannah moaning in ecstasy, groaning deeply and swearing. She was always so quiet in bed with me, but she was talking dirty to Tremon, telling him how much she loved his black cock and how she loved seeing his black skin against her body. Three times she called out an orgasm. I was shocked because the most I’d ever been able to do it get her off a single time. They had sex for a good twenty minutes before we finally heard Tremon moaning loudly as he climaxed.

  Tremon came out of the bedroom fully clothed. Savannah was wearing nothing but her black robe, and she was holding his hand. They kissed again at the doorway, then Tremon and Korvette went home. I then looked at Savannah. She was smiling from ear to ear. “Now it’s your turn,” she said. When we got into the bedroom she dropped her robe. Her inner thighs and cunt were glistening, her pussy hair Owened down with semen. She laid back on the bed, spread her legs, and curled her finger toward me. “Eat my pussy, honey. Lick me clean.”

  As I leaned in, I could smell the musky scent of her black lover’s semen mixed with her juices. Her cunt was swollen and red, with a trail of white sperm leaking down. I licked up a glob of white spunk with my tongue. It tasted a little salty and nutty, but not unpleasant. I then began to eat her with abandon, and I brought her to orgasm twice. My little penis was now rock hard, and I rose to mount her. “Woah, not yet,” she said. “Get a condom.” She pointed at the box sitting on the dresser. I got up, ripped open the wrapper, and rolled the rubber over my penis. When I penetrated her, I couldn’t feel much friction but I could feel the warmth of her body through the prophylactic. Thanks to the lack of sensation, I was able to last longer than I normally do, and before I shot my seed into the condom I was able to bring her to a third orgasm. I felt proud knowing that I’d matched Tremon’s number.

  That was my first time using a condom but it wasn’t my last. I wore condoms with my wife for five straight years while Tremon was barebacking her. Korvette and Tremon had said they wanted five children, but Savannah was only able to give them three. During her last pregnancy, she had a medical condition that was nearly fatal and the doctors told us that Savannah could die if she had another baby. Sadly, she had her tubes tied at the hospital just after the birth.

  Unfortunately, the stress of parenting seemed to get to Korvette and Tremon. They divorced a couple of years ago, and there was a falling out between my wife and Korvette. Luckily, although the babies have the last name Williams and were named by them, Savannah put my name on the birth certificate as the father. They were never formally adopted by the Williams, and Savannah and I are raising our three kids now. Korvette doesn’t even see the children any longer, and they now call me “dad” and refer to their biological father as “Uncle Tremon.” Tremon stops by and visits our kids now and then, and he also makes a point to spend some sexy time with Savannah when he’s here. I don’t object to that. After all, they’ve been having sex for five years and we all enjoyed it, so why not let it continue? Even better, I now get to enjoy sloppy seconds in her slick, oily snatch without needing to use a condom. Life couldn’t be any better!

  CASSIDY’S NEW EXPERIENCE

  By Polly Andrea Busch

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  My name is Roger. I have been fantasizing about my wife Cassidy sleeping with another man while I watch for a while now. Cassidy is a beautiful, vivacious forty-year-old woman. (I’m forty-two.) She’s been very open minded the past few months. She’s been reading a lot about hotwifing online, not for her benefit but only to indulge my fantasy. She is amazing for being so open-minded and non-judgmental. But recently we’ve made some significant progress.

  Anyway, Cassidy and I have been busy reading and learning about the hotwifing lifestyle, and we have amassed a wealth of knowledge since we first started talking about it. We even bought Cody Alston's book, which is a great read and we highly recommend it to anyone who is just getting started.

  While on a trip last month, Cassidy made plans to see an old friend of hers. They met for coffee and ultimately wound up in the car doing some heavy kissing and groping. She was wearing a very low-cut blouse and heels, and his hands were on her chest while they kissed. Although I wasn’t close enough to see the action, she gave me the details afterwards which led to some awesome sex. Nothing more happened during the trip, but we chalked it up to a trial run to see if we both are ready for hotwifing.

  We then posted an online profile on a dating site, and I did a ton of screening. Very time consuming! We chatted with a few hopeful candidates who didn't end up working for us. We had one possibility that sounded promising, and we planned to meet in person soon. If all went well, after a few in-person meetings, we hoped to set a date and make a hotel reservation for our 'first time' at hotwifing.

  Then, tonight, it happened. My hotwifing fantasy finally happened.

  I have a lot to process and work through a lot of shit in my head right now. I'm writing this as much for Cassidy's benefit as anyone else because I’m having trouble putting my thoughts into words. Cassidy blissfully went to sleep a few minutes ago, and I am going to be up all night processing what just happened. I noticed my hand was trembling when I unlocked the front door when we got home. Just before Cassidy went to sleep, she saw my hand was still trembling and she asked me what was wrong. It wasn't the fact that it happened so much as some of the key moments and realizations I had tonight.

  I did a good job with Cassidy's online profile and screening her potential playmates, and then selecting the one, Mike, for Cassidy’s approval. I did too good a job, in fact.

  Before I continue, I should note that Cassidy did an amazing job of making sure that I was fine with everything while it was happening. “Are you okay?” Cassidy must have asked me that ten times. She’s the best wife in the world for willingly following me on this journey. I love her more than anything, and I know the same goes for her. We did this as a team, and I couldn't have asked for a better woman. Cassidy's safety was my first priority, and that was never an issue during the evening. However, we did make a few mistakes.

  Mike caught Cassidy's eye the moment she saw his face picture, and they got along great during the meet and greet at a restaurant. He was fifteen years younger, and it was obvious that he was experienced. On our way to the meet and greet, we’d talked about our hopes for the evening. We didn't really discuss any rules, just predictions of what might happen tonight. I’d bought Cassidy a few condoms several days earlier just in case things moved faster than expected, and I confirmed that she still had the condoms.

  We wanted a less public place to try some kissing and touching as a kind of trial run. I suggested a hotel room right that was next door. (I know, big mistake. But we all know what I secretly wanted to happen tonight.) The quality of the hotel was below what we would normally stay at, and we joked that our first time would be in a much nicer hotel. And besides, Cassidy and Mike were just going to do some kissing and touching. Several days prior, we had discussed what we’d want to happen the first time. I wanted to be there when it happened, and Cassidy was nervous about having to worry about pleasing him and managing her emotions, while at the same time worrying about my emotions. After much discussion, we both decided it would be best to have me step out to remove my emotions from the equation. I would then return after the 'intermission' to watch the second act. Cassidy would text m
e when it was time to come back.

  Cassidy and I chatted in the room and she was obviously nervous. I suggested that I go to get some water for us, in hopes that she would relax and feel comfortable kissing him. 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, perhaps with her shirt off. However, I didn't realize that I picked a real stud for a playmate.

  So, I returned thirty minutes later to find Cassidy naked in bed. Mike was in the bathroom. Evidently, the first act already happened and I returned at the beginning of the intermission. Wow, that was fast! I doubt either of us could have predicted that. Their clothes were in a pile on the floor beside the bed. I was trying to process how they were both fully clothed just thirty minutes ago, and in that time he managed to seduce her out of her clothes and had sex and finished. He must have been good.

  Cassidy 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 about to start in a couple minutes. She and I were so disconnected in our energy at this point. She was bubbly and flirty, while I was in a state of shock and at a loss for words. She was good in making sure that I was okay with what was happening, but 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 sat down on the other bed as the second act was starting, and I saw how comfortable Cassidy was in bed with him. I noticed how they were so connected to each other already. Here, she and I were so disconnected in our energy, but those two were exactly in sync. How could this happen so fast? I mean, she’d just met Mike 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’d expected to rear its head at some point. I tried to picture what sex between Cassidy and I had been like in recent years. Did we kiss and talk as much as they were right now?

  Then I witnessed twenty minutes of pornstar-quality sex. Cassidy again did an amazing job of making sure I was fine with everything while it was happening. Over and over she asked if I was okay. Cassidy and Mike 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’ve ever seen.

  And that's when it set in. I didn't notice the jealous feelings anymore. They were masked by overwhelming feelings of inadequacy. Cassidy has always had a higher sex drive than me, and I was beginning to realize this guy was giving her the kind of sex she really needed. Sex between us had changed over the past ten years or so, and I’ve joked that I was able to give her the best fifty seconds of her life. Well, he was giving her the best twenty 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 now, I realize I wasn't even hard watching them have sex.

  I was just amazed at how hard and fast he was thrusting into her. I thought to myself, even in my mid-twenties, did I ever fuck her as good as he was fucking her? My wife had to be thinking this was amazing. Her face and the noises that she was making sure looked that way, and I realized I suck in bed compared to this guy. Even when I was twenty years younger, I still sucked in bed compared to Mike. Thank god I’m Cassidy's soulmate. Otherwise, she’d be packing her stuff and moving in with Mike. All joking aside, I felt so inadequate at this point that I don't know how I will be able to have sex with Cassidy from now without wondering if she wishes it was him.

  After they finished, they both suggested that I have sex with her 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. Cassidy was laying on the bed naked and Mike was sitting in a chair wearing a towel. Cassidy is normally so self-conscious about her body, but she was so relaxed being naked in front of him as we talked.

  I felt extremely awkward at this point, 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.

  “Maybe I will if there’s a next time,” I said.

  “Oh, there’ll definitely be a next time,” she cooed, looking into Mike’s eyes, then she giggled. I realized that Cassidy was now in the driver's seat, 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, Cassidy attempted to reassure me that sex with me is great. She said it wasn't that great with Mike and she didn't get off. I thanked her for the weak attempt at convincing me their session wasn’t great.

  “Tonight was the worst sex the two of you will ever have,” I said. “It will only get better from now on, and I see multiple orgasms in your future.” I added that he will probably be giving her the best sex of her life, and I’ll get a mercy fuck every once in a while. I will like it, and she will wish that she was fucking him instead. She just laughed, looking out the window.

  So there you have it. In summary, Mike swept Cassidy off of her feet way earlier than either of us planned, and I now know that I suck in bed. I got a hard dose of reality tonight, and I can now say to others that you should be careful what you wish for. All joking aside, 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 Cassidy that I was okay with her having sex with him again. She said she’d 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, though. We’ll have to see where our sex life goes from here. I think I’m going to have that image of Mike fucking my wife expertly 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’m 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’s 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’ll work on acceptance for now, and maybe I won’t be as impacted by it down the road. For now, I know that I don't want to watch them having sex again.