Affair Erotica Novels & Stories

A red head taunted, her hips bouncing on her date's fingers. "Listen to her pussy slurp." Lila chimed in, laughing breathlessly. "It sounds so wet, she's gonna give the cleaners lots of work when they mop the floor." "You're such a needy whore." Tara added, rolling her own nipples through her blouse. "I bet you're dying to squirt all over his hand." Their words fueled the fire in me. My spit soaked tits flopping all over the place, his fingers hitting my spot so fucking good. Alessandro's free hand snakes up, twisting my nipple till I cried out. "Please, A." I begged, stroking his meaty pipe faster, precum slicking up my fingers.

"I don't think that's a good idea." "Think about it sir," She leans in closer with full enthusiasm, "I'm not saying that you'll have to definitely have an affair. You'll just act to be in love with the new girl. Then she'd feel jealous and come back to you." "She wouldn't feel jealous because she doesn't love me." "Trust me sir...as a girl I know. We tend to get attracted to those guys who stop giving us attention. She's your wife after all." "And where are we going to hire the mistress?"

Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that Travis and Jenna promised. The night was young, and she knew that the pleasures that lay ahead would be beyond anything she could have imagined. As Travis's lips met hers once more, Sadile felt herself being drawn into a world of sensation, a world where pleasure reigned supreme, and she was the willing participant, the eager student, ready to learn, ready to explore, ready to surrender to the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls, as the three of them moved in a rhythm as old as time, a rhythm that spo

“I could jerk off to it a million times.” The fantasy of him rubbing one out in the shower or in his bed was enough to make my pussy tighten around his dick again. He was so thick it wasn’t hard to do. The slightest sensation made me squeeze him like a firm hand. “I jerk off to you every night. I pretend my husband is you when he fucks me. I come picturing your face…” I started to grind against him harder, my pussy taking all of him with my thrusts. I would never have the audacity to say these things to anyone else, but I was too high to care. I was having an affair with a man I met in a bar. There wasn’t much more I could do to ruin my reputation.

“You can't even keep it in your pants when you're around me. Just think how easily you let me stroke that big cock of yours.” I didn't have a response. How could I? It had only taken her a few minutes to get hold of my cock. “I don't know why you're fighting it,” she said as if this were a normal conversation. “People have affairs all the time. Just great sex and then back to their partners.” “I don't want an affair,” I told her. “Right here,” she suddenly said. “That’s interesting. You didn't seem to think that when my hand was on your dick. What's the deal? Charlotte doesn't let you fuck her enough?”

It was a wild mess of muscle and skin. Ava was being fucked from every side. She was never empty. There was always a giant cock inside her, stretching her and filling her. She felt the different shapes—the width of Bane, the length of Mako, the heat of Tane. The erotica was loud. The men were shouting and groaning. The sound of their bodies hitting was like a drum. Slap. Slap. Slap. Ava was lost in the pleasure. Her brain was gone. She was only a body, a Goddess being used to save the world.

I felt every spurt, the heat of it coating my walls, the way it immediately started to leak out around his shaft and drip down my ass when he stayed buried. We stayed locked together, panting like animals, sweat cooling on our skin. His cum leaked out more, staining the insides of my thighs and the counter beneath me. The light flicked on. “What the fuck is going on here?” Aria stood in the doorway, eyes wide, staring at the exact place where her father’s cock was still buried inside me.

He was a dangerous addiction, a poison I couldn't stop craving. A sudden, fierce need coursed through me, a raw, primal desire that I hadn't felt in weeks. My hands trembled as I undid my pants, my erection a solid, aching thing. I hadn’t been this hard in a long time. Not with the beautiful women I had slept with. Not even with Isabella, whose innocence and beauty had left me cold and unresponsive. Only Adrian. Only the thought of him, of his lips on mine, the feel of his body against mine, the taste of smoke and him on my tongue.

I stared at the ceiling, then at my phone. I opened the Blink app, my mind going straight to nightshade. Still no new messages. The last sent text he sent was, "Not yet." I tossed my phone at the side out of anger and picked it up again, opening Pornhub I typed in, "BDSM bondage." And of course it opened. The videos loaded, I saw many options and I clicked the one with the guy on the mattress whose hands tied behind his back, getting railed against the wall. I pulled my nighties down, hanging around my ankle. Already hard, I wrapped my hand around myself and I closed my eyes, stroking, I imagined him, not the guy in the video, but Nightshade.

Her muscles clenched around me, tight and warm. I moved with care, watching her eyes, her lips, the tiny shivers that rippled across her skin. I wanted to give her everything she’d just given me—devotion, fire, the fucking sex. I wanted her not to forget my touch. The intensity in her gaze matched my own. This wasn’t casual. This wasn’t just lust. This was something far deeper. As her breathing grew erratic and I felt her body tighten around my fingers, I suddenly withdrew. She whined, a needy sound that made me giggle.