Cerita Dewasa Istriku Novels & Stories

He finally ejaculated his hard penis into my wet honey pot and gave me the best fucking of my life and I love every experience of it that night, he cummed and landed on the bed with his back. “ You are the best, I love how you gave it to me” my husband said with a smile. I was also happy that I could satisfy him, but to my surprise, he started caressing my body, kissing me which is definitely going to lead to another round of sex because I can see the tension in him. “ I am tired and exhausted, probably from the stress of the wedding. Let's just sleep tonight and continue from where we stopped tomorrow please”. I said to Lawson.

The sight of him cheating on me turns me on so badly which I can't explain as I slipped my hand under my skirt without thinking as my fingers brushed my panties which were already soaked. I bite my lips while circling my clit slowly matching to the rhythm of his thrusts. “This is so insane and I still can't believe that I'm getting off on my husbands infidelity?” I said. Jim flips her over while spreading her legs wide as he hooked them over his shoulders. “Look at me while I fill you up,” he demanded slamming back in. He kept bouncing on each other while her nails racked his back. “Jim, oh fuck you are so big and I want you to ruin pussy!”

Maybe not as often as when we were younger, but the important thing is that warmth is maintained. Dwi really satisfies me in bed, since with him I have learned many things in love, maybe my husband used to be a hooker, as well as my past failures or life that used to be naughty. Oh well, we've buried all the past memories together, let's all be stories. Now only with my husband, Sintia and Dwi together spend the night, carve dreams, reach goals, sail the ocean of love and household. I kissed my husband and I whispered sweet words in his ear.

Yet, when I poured all my love on Snow, she was busy giving her attention to another man. “Snow, are you really this naive? Yulan isn’t your ‘brother.’ He’s an adult man who’s interested in you. You really can’t tell? “Tell me, in the eight years that we’ve been together, have you ever done something as simple as washing my clothes? What you call a small favor looks very different from my perspective. My wife, in another man’s home, wearing only a camisole, does something so intimate for him that she’s never done for me. How’s that not crossing a line?”

She not only colluded with my ex wife to deceive me but that damned teacher, I will make an example of the three of them. “Mr Changretta” a familiar voice calls behind me and I turn my head to see one of my business associate’s daughters…Estelle. “Fragranza gradevole! Nice fragrance” “Grazie Mille, thank you very much” “Your wife, she is really pretty” her tone is not far fetched, Estelle has been trying to get in my bed for years, “you got married and you didn’t say anything to anyone” Taking her hand, I press a gentle kiss on her knuckles, “let’s not talk about my wife, Estelle. She is not up for discussion”

One I hope his curiosity would not lead him to. Inside that folder was filled with p**n videos of men fucking married women in their homes. The dirtier and morally grey it was, the better. Colour me shocked when Don described one of my top favourite video at dinner. How huge cocks slammed into willing soaked cunts. My clueless husband still thought I was his sweet little wife who loves gentle lovemaking. If only he knew. This morning, Callum just left for work. I bolted upstairs to our room. My thong was stuck to my slimy cuntlips, and I tugged it off, letting the air conditioned air cool my hot slit.

The same man forbade me from ever coming to his office and just the sight of my face irritates him to the core. A sound of displeasure left my lips as I pondered over what took place earlier this morning in Lucas' office. My own husband was caught red handed making out with a human and he showed no sign of remorse to it. Anxiety filled up my senses and nausea set in. What usually went on between him and his mistresses? Mistresses wow. A pained smile carved on my lips. I was sharing my husband with multiple women. No form of decency or respect for me as his wife whatsoever.

I purred, glancing over my shoulder at his slack, incredibly handsome face. I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his powerful thighs, and started riding him with deep, rolling motions, my ass rippling and clapping loudly against his hips with every thrust. “Fuck… it’s hitting so deep like this,” I groaned, throwing my head back, my long hair cascading down my back. “Your big cock is ruining your son’s wife, Daddy. I’m such a bad girl… cheating on my husband with his own father while he’s unconscious.”

Rumors were he had over 200 women. I had an active sex life with my husband, and he liked my fantasies as they turned us both on, but I never told him about “Asher” being in them. The fantasies were always about strangers or movie stars. My husband would return from weekend retreats and would tell me all about Asher’s latest conquest, and it turned us both on. I also worked as a paid secretary for the same organization and one weekend my husband told me Asher had arranged free office space at his college for our local office.

She told me she wanted to see if I could use my big size. I undressed her, and I fingered her before fucking her. After a few strokes, she said; Ai que rico papi (Oh, this is delicious, daddy). Then her mobile phone rang, and she spoke to someone in Spanish. I gave slow, deep strokes so as not to disturb her convo. When she ended the call, she told me, so, deep strokes so, deep strokes So her convoy expressions as she came. In my first orgasm, I shot over my tits. We went at it again after 3 minutes. I asked who she spoke to on the phone. She told me it was marido (husband). She said wow, you know how to use dick very well. You want to take off the condom. I told her won't that be disrespect