Erotic Affair Stories Novels & Stories

I gave her round, pale bottom a light slap and commanded, "Bend over the desk. Stick it out for me." Jean obeyed without hesitation. She lay across the desk, already slick and ready. I gripped her waist, lined myself up, and pushed forward hard. The tightness was heaven itself. I gave her everything I had. With every deep thrust, Jean cried out in pleasure. Once wasn't enough. She squirmed for more. "Max… I'm still so itchy. Please do me again." Her voice was soft, coaxing, swaying with a sweet little pout. The sight of that tender, dewy place made my pulse race all over again.

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.

Clandestine Affair, book 1 of Affair Duology, is finally completed! This is the first novel I’ve completed so far and it is a long and hard journey as procrastination always gets the best of me. I enjoyed writing this and I will start writing book 2 of the Affair Duology as soon as I finished editing and revising book 1. All the revelations will be revealed and explained in the second book. If you came to hate Vishnu in the first book, his actions would be justified (I hope so) in the second book.

Giovanni felt that he was liberated. It was amusing that he could feel that he was free by her touch and kisses. "Giovanni....Giovanni...Giovanni," Cindy chanted his name as she held his face and guided him to look at her. "Do you like what you see, my dear Giovanni?" Cindy asked in an alluring voice. Giovanni looked at Cindy and saw a beautiful young woman who was moving up and down as her breasts followed the rhythm. It was so erotic that it made Giovanni crave her more. He instantly moved faster and, without thinking further, released his seeds inside her womb. Cindy felt a hot liquid inside her as her legs lightly weakened. She closed her eyes as she fell on Giovanni's hard chest.

Then he left for four years and I thought that I would get over him. Clearly, I haven’t. To make matters worse, I was dating his brother. I did care about West and I was attracted to him; but something about our so-called relationship didn’t feel right. All the times that I’ve kissed West haven’t even come close to the very few times I had kissed Wren. When Wren and I kissed, it was like everything in the world fell away. The last time that happened was the night of our high school prom. Refusing to relive that memory, I got up from my desk and started walking to my car.

After relocating to a new town to start afresh and focus on her life, Claire finds herself drawn into an erotic affair with a married couple she met in the gym. A coffee date with James, and Mia ignites their passion and blurs the marital boundaries. “W-we can't do this here,” “Come with us,” James urged, his voice laced with a tantalizing promise. “We’ll give you a night you’ll never forget,” As a Polyamorous person, Claire couldn't resist surrendering herself to the intoxicating attraction.

His cock jerked, and Francine felt the hot flood of his cum filling her, spilling deep inside her channel. They collapsed together in the driver’s seat, a heap of sweaty, satisfied flesh. His cock, still partly inside her, pulsed softly. The rain continued to drum on the roof. Francine nuzzled his neck. “Not a virgin anymore."

"He’s old enough to be your father. You gave yourself to him?" "It isn’t that way…" The protest is weak, automatic. "We didn’t do anything until we got married, I swear it." "And you think that makes it okay?" Gayle fires back, stepping closer. "You marry a man just to have sex without the pressure of sinning? Is that it? Is that what this is?" "I love him!" The declaration bursts out of me, desperate and true. "I didn’t marry him for sex. And I didn’t send this text to Zayne."

"Don't make yourself the victim, you were enjoying it and I saw no reason to disrupt the fun until it was time. I guess it's time now." Tom’s hand slid down, gripping my breast as the sheets I had around me fell to the floor. I stood completely bare in the kitchen, in front of my husband and the guy I was having and affair with. His thumb flicked over my nipple, making me shudder. Jordan cleared his throat softly, as if reminding Tom of his presence. He stood still, uncertain. Tom turned his head slightly, just enough to see him. “You want to stay and watch?” he asked, voice rough. “Might learn something.”

She came again, gripping his hair. He stood, freed his massive cock, and lifted her onto a low table. “Tell me to stop.” “Don’t stop,” she whispered. He thrust in deep, stretching her perfectly. Elena cried out as he fucked her hard and fast against the books. The wet sounds of their joining filled the library. He sucked on her breasts through the uniform, leaving wet marks. When he came, he buried himself to the hilt and flooded her pussy. After that night, their secret affair consumed them.