Novel & Cerita Cerita Dewasa Istriku

“Oh~ don’t you worry, my wife…today I am going to claim all your holes as mine!….today…I will make sure that your body will only remember my cock!….come here~…Get your hand on my desk…and turned that sweet fat ass of yours to me~……” “ooo~…Never have I ever done it..in this positions before~..me, like this…like a dog on all four…in fact, I never even done this in an office at all~……oh husband~ don’t slapped to hard…”.(Angela) “Well..love, there is a first time to everything right?…oh, My wife…how can I not…Appreciate your massive ass…you were my wife now…and …so does this body~….I wanted to marked them as I pleased~..”.

I wasn't any little whore; I was in love with my husband and wanted a peaceful, healthy marriage with vanilla sex where I was treated with love and respect, unlike his father, who asked me to crawl and get on my knees and who treated me like a slut. Yes, I admit, dirty sex; the steamy, forbidden way he touched me; the way he pounded me so hard like it was the first and last time; and the way he came all over me, it all was so fifty shades of hot. It turned me on so much it fulfilled my sex fantasies, but I was a woman; I wanted a family; I wanted to be a loving, decent mother one day. “Oh fuck.” He groaned, holding my head in place as he pushed his cock deep inside my throat. I gagged. “Fuck

Relief washed through me as I awaited her next words. When it came, I clenched my jaw. “From what I can see here, I can tell you for sure that your husband is probably with one or two of his numerous prostitutes. It seems he's having a one man orgy and from the moans coming from upstairs, it seems they are nowhere near done. If you don't mind me asking, what would you like to tell him? I could help you relay your message if you want.”

Trying to contact Dita. "No need to bother. I've seen everything. It seems there is a happy date with a beautiful woman named Citra, " Dita replied out of the room with a dirty plate. Dita casually passes Jay in the kitchen. Put dirty dishes in the sink. "Jay, you are evil. You failed to be a husband to me."

I type the message, pouting. Me: I’m missing you, husband. Husband: I wish I could be there with you and the twins right now. Me: You know, I can’t get over our today’s sexual encounters out of my mind. You were so fucking wild. I’m sore, but again dripping wet for you. As I send him the message, I squeeze my legs shut, because I’m again aroused, recalling our passionate encounter in the studio. Husband: Same here, Wifey! My dick is missing the tightness of your pussy.

“This is the only cock you’ll ever know. The only cock that will fill you up like nothing else ever would or will. The only cock that will fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked. The only cock that will fill that sweet little cunt with every drop of its cum and pump your womb full of speed.” I cried out, my hands gripping the bedsheets tight and my back arching off the bed as his fingers and his filthy talk drove me wild. I knew this was insane, but I didn’t care anymore. Even if he was going to be my husband, we sure weren’t married yet, and if anyone had walked in on what was going on in my room, there be hell to pay. But I couldn’t stop, and I couldn’t say no.

“Next time you choose to disrespect me, I will do worse.” What could be worse than the man you call your husband turning all of your children into sex slaves? What can be worse than my husband comparing my pussy to that of my daughter?" The woman chuckled and went into her bathroom. She made up her mind that she was going to tell her side of the story. End of flashback *************** ~Christopher’s POV~

It was enough for his erect member to be out, and I couldn't help but rub myself on it, coating it with my juices. "Fuck, honey. You're killing me." I chuckled and kissed him as I rode his cock. The four corners of the room were witnesses to what happened between us. Were you surprised at my boldness? That makes two of us. Maybe I should read more of those erotic novels by HH. My husband absolutely loved my performance, and now he can't wait to see what else I have up my sleeve. As we drifted off to sleep, I was locked in his arms. He told me how much he loves me, and I said it back to him.

“Honestly, I love you so much.” “Uhmmm.” She stared at me with squinted eyes, those brown orbs already calculating things. “Not that I am doubting your love for me, but shouldn’t that be directed to the new husband? Why are you even bored? Don't tell me you have finished practicing every style of Kama Sutra.” “Far from it.” I flopped onto the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight. “Davy left for his fucking job.” “What?” She pushed the phone closer to her face. “Shit, you are cursing. It must be very serious.”

"I can't say that I really regret anything that's happened. Step by step it's been unbelievably exciting. Let me explain what happened. I am in my late forties and Alexis, my wife of 18 years marriage, is the same age. She is tall, fairly slim, with brown eyes and hair, smallish breasts, and with lots of light brown pubic hair. Our sex life has been drab to say the least and as our sex has dropped off, I've tried to find new ways to excite her. I have never been adulterous and, to my knowlege, nor has she, although there have been times when she's disappeared for hours on end, seen movies 'by herself', that sort of thing, but rarely. She hasn't been interested in adult films, or 'devices' li