Amateur Lesbian Wives Novels & Stories

She ground into me as she moaned into his mouth and he stiffened now hard again into my bottom. With a shuddering heave and a muffled howl, she shoved somehow even more onto my fingers and orgasmed, gushing into my hand. It was better than I could ever have possibly imagined during all of our teasing talks. Feeling a woman shudder below my hand like that was as breathtaking as if I'd come myself. I was astonished realizing that. I had no idea. For the first time in my life, lesbians made perfect sense. * "Oh, I fuck married people all the time, you know? But never just husbands or wives. Only together. A girl has to have standards, you know."

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

Some cracked voices from outside drew my attention and I leaned my ear to the door of the bathroom. “No husband in the world would spend their wedding night in another woman’s bed. Why, Klaus? Why did you do that? The moment I saw you carrying her in your arms last night, I couldn't stop myself from feeling cheated on. I’m your fucking wife,” she screamed out and I felt so humiliated to eavesdropping on their conversation. Amber made me feel like I was a whore who seduced her husband and he cheated on her because of me. A few vows and rituals could give her the right that the Moon Goddess didn't provide me even after making me his mate, soulmate.

"I can see you aren't going to let me off easy so I will give you an example of this evening's activities. Yes, I watched my lovely wife make love to two members of our staff. My daughter arranged an all female love session where everyone was totally satisfied when they finished." I said without any hesitation. Mary again pondered what I said before she asked, "Are the females who live here bisexual?" I smiled broadly saying, "All three of them enjoy the soft touch of a woman as well as a hard cock. I'm not sure what the ratio would

he said as he sat down. "Oh, trust me, I approve," Marcia said, and then it dawned on Chelsea that every woman in the room had fucked her husband. She found herself giggling at the thought, and everyone turned and gave her a strange look. "My approval is funny?" Marcia asked, her tone teasing. Chelsea shook her head. "No. I was just thinking how my husband has now had his dick inside all of us." The other women started laughing as Darren shook his head, swatting playfully at his wife's head. "You are the incorrigible one, not me."

" Belle laughed off the sudden change of mood. She noticed that Liam's toys were already arranged, and the dishes were washed. Maybe it was Aubrey. "I'm sending you an article right now. I thought you two were getting back together, so I was singing his praises, but what is he doing kissing some socialite at the airport in this country?" Belle opened the link Bonnie sent. No, Claudia Yvette is not just a socialite. In the photo, there is no denying that the young heiress is kissing someone no other than her own husband, Nikolai Laurent.

The chicken hopped around for a moment before dropping a steaming pile of poop onto my custom-made designer couch. Then it took off racing around the living room, scattering feathers and dust everywhere. That was the last straw. I pointed at the two women, my voice shaking with rage. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Get out!" Martha Wilson showed no sign of remorse. Instead, she planted her hands on her hips, spat on the floor in my direction, and sneered. "Shut your mouth, you bitch. From now on, we're Ryan's first and second wives. And you think you can throw us out?"

"All of you have sex together, the women too." "Yes, the women have sex too. The police woman is nominally a lesbian. She prefers sex with women and only has sex with me because my wife insists. In fact, they have more sex with each other than they have with me, since there are three of them than only one of me. It would be impossible to have sex as often as they wish to have it if they had to depend on me." "How often do they want to fuck?" I was flipping the burgers now. "They like to have ten or more orgasms a day usually. If I'm lucky, I'm responsible for half of them. The rest come from each other."

If I were a guest here, and my husband saw so many beautiful women all tied to one man, I might be worried that my husband might start to get ideas of his own. Well, regardless of the tension, I am hungry for lunch, so I am the first one to brave the other side, heading toward the buffet. As I start to fill up a plate, I can feel the hateful eyes of the wives glaring at me. “So this is the life you lead now, is it?” Leah asks, approaching me. As the other wives start to whisper, Leah turns to look at them and I swear I see her wink. “Lavish and decadent, you want for nothing. And all you have to do is spread your legs like the whore you are.”

Her Dane. Some lesbians have gotten married over the years because they wanted to hide who they are or because they were forced too. Although, the marriage becomes hell and never lasts, they were able to have sex and tolerate their spouse even if it's just for a little while. Few has even been able to bear children. Surely she can do this.... right? She can do this. She wanted to. Dane is not just anybody but the man she truly wants to be with all the time. The man she loves. Surely, being intimate with him won't be so bad....right?