Erotic Hot Wife Stories Novels & Stories

Chloe asked with a concerned look. “Yeah..yeah am fine” I half smiled. “Okay...So” Chloe looked at me. “Well..it..uhm..you see...” I stuttered and Annie slammed her palm on her forehead. “Let me save you the stress” Annie said and I heaved a sigh of relief. Annie faced Chloe. “So here’s it. Will tell you a story.” “Okay...” Chloe replied leaning on her chair. “Well..There’s this Lady married to her college boyfriend.. he loves her and is good to her..You know, how early marriages is. Well, all of sudden, he changed and well...he started hitting her”

The messages were right there. Dozens of them. To a woman named “Lila.” Young, from the pictures, barely twenty-five, with a tight body, perky tits, and no stretch marks. Pictures of her in lingerie. Pictures of Marco’s cock. Videos of them fucking in hotel rooms. Promises that he was going to “finally leave the cow” soon. I felt like I was going to be sick. He was actively cheating on me — the wife who had given him five beautiful children and sacrificed her body for their family.

My wife breathed out softly, “Oh shit.” His cock kept jerking rhythmically, and there was no doubt anymore. She was being filled right in front of me. I knew she must have felt it when he went stiff, but it truly hit her when his cock pulsed again and sent that first hot surge deep inside her. Watching, knowing that with every violent pulse, thick jets of his seed were slamming into her, was beyond anything I had ever imagined. It was filthy, taboo, overwhelming, and the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed. Nothing else in my life even came close. It was ten times more intense than the first time I ever had sex.

Horny Forty" and underneath that was a thing that said STORY. "Here she is again, my hot slut wife. Not bad for being forty and the mother of four. She loves to suck cock and take it up the ass. Her favorite things are to fuck other men while I watch and gang bangs - the more the merrier. To see more of her go to" and it gave a URL for a site.

I say, the words falling past my lips as my head tips back, the top of my head banging against the glass with every thrust and push. He steps back and turns us again, sitting on the bed and swinging his legs out so that I can ride him. I readjust myself to straddle his hips, then sink onto him. “There you go,” he says. “Give me those tits.” I lean forward into his outstretched hands, letting him hold me up as I ride. “You’re so fucking tight and hot for me,” he says. “Taking my cock like it’s the best fucking thing you’ve ever had.”

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He stopped in front of me and slowly ran his fingers down my arm, then across my collarbone. “I like control, Ava. I like pushing pretty girls like you to their limits. I like hearing them moan, beg, and cry while I fuck them exactly how I want. That’s who I was in my prime before I found my wife and got married but since I lost her, I haven’t had any encounters.” He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “And right now you’re the first and… I want to play with you like the little kitten you are.”

Whitney panicked as well, screaming hysterically, "Shut the hell up, Simon! Say one more word, and I'll rip your tongue out!" "You two know perfectly well if I'm just spouting so-called lies." I eyed them frostily. "Whitney, I've tolerated you for a very long time. Did you really think you did such a good job hiding all your dirty little secrets? Did you seriously believe that I'm one of those blind, idiotic husbands you see in soap operas, the ones who have no clue their wives are cheating on them?" My gaze swept across the room, taking in the people who'd loudly called for me to be reported to the police.

I drop the fake whimpering instantly, my voice turning flat, venomous, and dangerously sharp. "You called me—your husband—to deliver a threat because of a glorified grease monkey? Is he really that good in bed, Violetta? Is that what this is? Has a few weeks in a cheap loft completely degraded your standards to the point where you're begging for a man who smells like exhaust fluid?" A sharp, audible breath hitches on her end of the line. I can practically feel the wave of disgust rolling through the phone, but before I can double down on the insult, her voice cuts back in, lower and deadlier than I have ever heard it in my entire life.

"It's our duty to lust after our friend's wives. At least the hot ones." "Amen to that. And there'll be three hotties in the water tonight, I'm thinking." "That's the truth. And what Eric don't know won't hurt him." We high-fived over that one, each contemplating fucking the other's wife, with the pretty little Beth thrown in for good measure. "How far do you think it might go, tonight?" he asked, quasi-seriously. "Chemistry is your friend. Come loaded for bear. I think it may go as far as we'll let it."