Affair Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Christine fell face flat on the lawn as the sprinkler turned on making her dress wet. “Fuck!!!” she mumbled standing to her feet as she tried dusted off the mud on her dress but that only made it worse. To think she had planned to return the dress back to the store for refund. She couldn’t believe how cheap and miserable her life was. Looking up at the window she had fallen from, Christine could see Daniel kissing an old lady. The woman looked like she was in her late sixties. That was when it hit her, Daniel wasn’t rich, he was gigolo, a gold digger. He married the old lady for her money and went around looking for younger girls to satisfy him.

“Yeah, i know. Skye hot enough soak in blankets just incase i started bleeding and he arranged everything from the bed, to the music playlist, to the wine…just like i wanted them to be like.” “Wow, that is so sweet of him.” “Nah, he is a dick but i am getting to that part.” “Okay.” He had a bit of confused look on his face but i was not shaken by it. “We had the sex and i actually enjoyed it.” “I want details baby girl.” “Humph!” The air was cold, the big screen being the only background sound and i was already getting intoxicated from alcohol, i knew talking about the affair was going to put me in the mood.

His name sounded like a sin in that tone. Julian’s head thudded against the stall wall. His breath turned ragged as he pumped faster, lost in the fantasy, lost in the picture of Aiden’s careful hands and strict mouth undone just for him. The moans spilled out, louder now, echoing off the tiles. He didn’t notice. Couldn’t. His body was too far gone, too close to the edge, tethered only to the ghost of a man he should never want. Back in the office, Aiden tried to ignore the ticking clock. Tried to bury himself in the neat lines of his notes. But ten minutes passed. Then fifteen. The boy hadn’t returned.

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

I laid my hand flat against his chest and pushed him back gently. “Great catch, thank you.” I said, my voice low. “I need to get a drink.” I headed over to the fridge to grab a beer, phone in hand. I was scrolling on I*******m, and then something caught my eye. A story update. I opened it. It was my ex-boyfriend kissing my best friend in some kind of rave club party. The nerve. My stomach twisted, but I didn’t let myself care. I saw it coming anyway. A month ago, I suspected it, but I didn’t let myself think too much about it.

The woman's holes gaped when he pulled back slightly, clenching visibly before he plunged in again, forcing another gush that soaked the furniture. Lara's gaze flickered over just in time to catch another scene unfolding a few feet away, two guys locked in a heated 69 on the floor, their muscular bodies tangled and slick with sweat. One was on top, his mouth engulfing the bottom guy's cock in deep, throat-bulging sucks, bobbing with enthusiastic slurps while his own shaft disappeared into the bottom guy's eager mouth. They deep-throated each other without mercy, gagging noises mixing with hums of pleasure, and balls resting on chins as they took every inch, but the real kicker was the girl s

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

Girls that had sexual sex, much more enjoyable than my awkward and unsatisfying sex life at the moment. The story that stood out for me was based around a girl who went camping with her husband. They bunch made a couple of friends and one thing led to another with five guys fucking her, filling her with cum. The following experience came in the shape of a p**n movie among my immature man friends who’d put on during a party. In the lady's bleached blonde hair to her giant fake tits, everything about it dropped into the class of fake. Certainly not a turn on like the aforementioned narrative, but seeing her take on four giant cocks somehow made the dream a little more genuine.

She licked the sweat from his throat and promised worse. The obsession sharpened in every city. Budapest: sex in the shadowed alley behind the opera house minutes before curtain, his hand over her mouth, strangers twenty feet away. Amsterdam: a midnight canal boat where he bent her over the rail and fucked her while tourists drifted past on another boat, close enough to touch. Barcelona: he tied her spread-eagle to the bedposts with the silk sashes from hotel robes and used a wand on her clit until she was speaking in tongues, then flipped her over and took her ass until she blacked out for three blissful seconds.

Her husband stood over her, pumping his cock Victoria rubbed her own clit fast, watching them. Laura came first, soaking Victoria's thigh with fresh squirt then her husband groaned and shot thick ropes of cum across Victoria's breasts and stomach. Victoria followed right after, moaning loud as her orgasm hit, the three of them collapsed on the bed in a sweaty, sticky pile, for a minute, no one spoke just heavy breathing and the smell of sex all around them. Laura curled against Victoria's side, one hand resting on her husband's chest. "I can't believe we just did that," she whispered.