Cerita Dewasa Istriku Novels & Stories

I spread my legs wide, I felt the cool air licking at my wetness as I left my fingers circling my clit slowly, as my other hand occupied my boobs, finger pinching my nipples, and I picture Dominic standing over me again, ordering me to crawl again, like I had no choice. The fantasy wrapped, deepened, and now I was bent over the couch, and he was behind me, growling filthy into my ear, as he pounded inside of me, his hand dusted inside my hair, my husband's name was on his lips just to remind me how wrong it was. Just how filthy what we were doing was. Your pussy was wasted on him I imagine him saying, You were mine the moment you stepped your legs into this house, I gasped as I continued to

He was doing things with other woman, doing things we had never done together, but mostly because I was too uptight to try the raunchy stuff he always suggested, I was far too innocent to do all that. I shut it off, clicking on the next video and it was Marty again fucking another in a hotel room – I shut the laptop off instantly in anger. I didn't think I could go over the almost 400 videos of my husband having sex with other woman – four hundred different woman – who was this man? Who the bloody hell did I get married to? “Bastard” I yelled angrily “Lying cheating scumbag of a man” How the hell did my day end up like this? I quit my job and then I find out my husband has a sex problem.

It was a photo of Irina, naked, in bed with another man, and the note said: "Docile cuckold, your wife is cheating on you with a man ten years younger than her."

Oh, stupid girl, she didn’t know. “And that will make it three strike...do you tell him you slept with Luqman while still married to your husband ... Those five days you were missing were with him... imagine the look on your husband face when he heard that his wife cheated on him with her first love ... The man she literary lived with for ten years. . the one she aborted for...”Dhikrah said and tears fell down Sadiqah’s eyes, even though all the allegations were not entirely true, it looked like it ... “The man your family know nothing about ... I told you, if I am going down, we are doing that together.” Dhikrah said and the phone went off.

Smut warning⚠️ ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ DOMINIC Tonight I had so much fun teasing my little wife—the way she squirmed in her seat because I never turned the vibrator off. I set it to the lowest setting but still felt enough sensation to make her seat uncomfortable. This fun moment is destroyed as I hear someone greet me.

Immediately, those words left my lips, I pinched myself hard as I bit my tongue. Slowly turning my head, I met Emelia's fury glare as she’s already burning with anger. "And who the fuck told you he can't perform in bed? Let me burst your bubble. He’s far better than you, as his condition doesn't stop him from having sex or limiting his actions," she spat out angrily at me, then suddenly scoffed and chuckled with her arms crossed, "I can't even believe you have the guts to be saying that to me when it's not as if your own wife can conceive any kids," she added in a mocking tone, to which I wanted to reply, but I decided to shut up as I was the one that began this.

I ran up the stairs and I went into our bedroom and I locked it. My last husband was a sadist and that man was the devil, he had a lot of money but he also had a very dark secret. As his wife that man put me through a lot of things. He was abusive in every sense of the word. There was no room for error in his world and if I dared to say or do something he didn't like, he would lock me up in his sex dungeon and whip me raw, after he was done with the whips and floggers, he would take the sex machine and put in the biggest dildo he had, he would squirt a lot of lubricant on it and forcefully insert it, he didn't care if it was too big or if he was tearing me up, he would then set the machine o

It took almost three hours of typing and his encouragement until I had fully unloaded my crappy life onto his shoulders. As he started to tell me more about himself, I found that he was a 55-year-old man who lived about five hundred miles away from me and had led a not dissimilar life. He had been married and divorced twice, and his current wife was not sexual at all. He had been using the chat room as an outlet for his sexual frustrations for two years now and occasionally wrote erotic stories for an online site. All his stories were about his fantasies of having sex with another man, although he claimed he had only tried it twice—neither time was all that satisfying. I asked him to direct

"Why not? We are both adults. Kyle is gone for the whole week and I am tired of pretending I do not feel this pull between us. Last night when you told me you wanted to fuck me slow and deep until I screamed your name I went upstairs and fingered my pussy thinking about it. I came so hard imagining it was your thick cock stretching me open instead of my fingers." Her words hit him like a shot of pure lust straight to the groin. He set his fork down and leaned forward his voice rough. "You really did that? You played with that sweet little cunt thinking about me while your husband is away? Fuck that is hot as hell. Tell me exactly how you did it. Did you spread your legs wide on the bed and r

"Married for three and a half years, cheating for three. You've known Grace for four years. Does that mean you two were already seeing each other before the wedding?" "Mr. Jackel, you want a divorce but aren't willing to pay. Are you trying to force your wife out with nothing?" Nate looked horrified. He never expected that everything he had just said was being livestreamed across the internet. At that moment, Grace's screams pierced through the ward. "Get away from me! I'm not a mistress! I'm not! "The unloved one is the real mistress!" Nate froze. "Wendy! If you have a problem, come at me!"