All Chapters of Wet Desires:{Erotica Collections}: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The evening had started innocently enough, with drinks, laughter, and casual conversation shared between Lena, her husband Jake, and his best friend Ryan in the softly lit living room. Jake had invited Ryan over for a few beers, completely unaware that his wife had been harboring desires for his best friend she could no longer ignore. Lena had been planning and carefully imagining for weeks how she would seduce Ryan and finally get him to fuck her. Ever since she caught a glimpse of Ryan’s big cock while he was peeing, the image of his big cock had burned into her mind. She couldn’t stop thinking about the way his cock would fill her pussy, thrusting into her with unrelenting force. She fantasized about it every night. Lena sat curled up on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her, wearing nothing but a thin silk robe that barely covered her thighs. Every time she shifted, the fabric parted just enough to tease, revealing glimpses of smooth skin. She caught Ryan staring at her

The wooden stairs creaked under Ryan and Lena’s weight as they stumbled upward, naked and breathless with laughter. Lena’s bare feet slipped slightly on the polished steps, but Ryan’s arm wrapped around her waist and kept her steady. The air between them was thick with the scent of sex, their skin still glistening from the heat of their earlier passion. Halfway up, Ryan paused, his hand sliding between Lena’s thighs from behind and touched Lena’s pussy, making her pause also. A wicked grin curled his lips as he felt the wetness in her pussy. “My cum is still dripping from your pussy,” Ryan murmured, voice rough with amusement and desire. Lena turned her head, eyes gleaming with mischief, and spread her legs right there on the stairs. “Is it?” she teased, bending forward slightly, spreading her pussy wide for him. “Better check properly.” Ryan didn’t hesitate. His fingers found her swollen folds, slick with their mixed fluids, and he pushed two inside, causing a squelching s

Lena let out a breathy moan as she ground down on Ryan’s cock, her walls fluttering around him. “No!” she panted, her voice dripping with cruel amusement. “His cock’s too small and useless. Let him stand there like a fucking doll and watch a real cock pound into his wife’s pussy.” Ryan chuckled darkly, one hand sliding up to grope Lena’s left breast, squeezing the soft flesh roughly as his thumb flicked over her stiff nipple. “Damn right,” he growled. “Look at her, man. She needs this. Look how fucking wet she is for me.” Lena arched her back, her tits pressing into Ryan’s palm as she rode him harder, faster. “Mmffp! Fuck! Yes!” she cried, her voice breaking as Ryan thrust up to meet her, driving himself deeper. Her husband’s breath hitched, his face flushed with humiliation and arousal as he watched his wife fall apart on another man’s cock. Lena turned suddenly, capturing Ryan’s lips in a messy, open-mouthed kiss, their tongues tangling as she moaned into his mouth. When she

Dimple dropped to her knees without hesitation, her skirt riding up around her thighs as she reached for Marcus’s and Adrian’s belts. In a few quick movements, she had both of their dicks out, thick and heavy in her hands. She licked her lips, eyes darting between Marcus’s and Adrian’s dicks with hunger, then slowly took Marcus’s dick into her mouth, sucking hard and deep. Her fingers wrapped firmly around Adrian’s dick, stroking in rhythm, while her mouth eagerly took Marcus’s dick with steady pressure. Marcus and Adrian groaned above Dimple, their hands tangling in her hair as she worked them both. She bobbed her head steadily, taking Marcus’s dick deep into her throat while her other hand stroked Adrian’s dick, twisting her wrist just the way they liked. After a few minutes, Dimple pulled off Marcus’s dick with a wet pop sound, a string of spit trailing from her swollen lips down to her chin. She held Marcus’s gaze as she spat directly onto his dick, the glistening saliv

Clara’s eyes widened, her voice catching as she stammered, “I-I should… what?” “You heard him,” George murmured, leaning closer, his lips curling into a cruel smile as he savored each word. “You should strip.” Clara’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around her wedding gown as if the fabric itself could shield her. Parker chuckled darkly, tilting his head as his gaze swept over her trembling form. “Come on, sweetheart. You don’t really think we’ll fuck you while you’re still wearing your wedding dress, do you?” Her breaths grew shallow and uneven as the men stood encircling her, their eyes gleaming with cruel intent. Slowly, she released her grip on the gown, balling her fists instead, nails biting into her palms as she shook her head in desperate denial. “No… this can’t be happening,” Clara whispered to herself. “I can’t strip here.” Moonlight filtered weakly through the old broken stained-glass windows, scattering fractured colors across the pews like ghostly remnan