Erotic Hot Wife Stories Novels & Stories

Amythest regained her balance and walked over to the window. "How come you didn't tell me about your husband?" In hushed tones, I inquired. She scowled and drew her brows together, as if she didn't understand why I was interested in his husband. She moved away from me and said, "Umm.... he works as a body bulder." I turned around to face her and showed her my biceps once more. Despite the fact that I am not a bodybuilder, I do have abs and biceps. With a thud, she walked into the washroom, rolling her eyes. She shut the door in my face, as though I was invading her personal space. I slapped my face in humiliation and attempted to inquire about her love life.

Every powerful thrust made my tits bounce wildly and my whole body jolted hard on the hard tiles floor right beside the pool. “Your pussy is so fucking good and I love every bit of it… I love using your pussy little p**n star,” Derek groaned, gripping my thighs and driving deeper inside my wet pussy. “Your pussy is so wet and sloppy… taking your stepbrother’s cock like the whore you have become now.” I moaned shamelessly and my hands were now grabbing my own breasts and squeezing them so hard. “Yes… I’m your whore… fuck me hard like never before… my pussy is all yours now so use me to the fullest… destroy my pussy… I love how deep you go!”

He pounded into her relentlessly, the wet slap of his hips against her ass echoing loudly. “Yes! I love it,” she sobbed. The confession spilled out of her. “I’ve wanted this for so long….wanted you to ruin me.” Ethan laughed darkly and sped up. “Then say it. Tell me what you are.” “I’m… I’m becoming your whore,” she gasped between thrusts. “Louder.” “I’m your whore!” she cried, voice breaking as another orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy spasmed violently around his cock, squirting slightly onto the floor.

Suddenly, Eric felt a current in his body, and his body became stiff. He licked his lips to control his lower part and took his eyes away from Jasmine's soft & shiny body. Still, he was not able to control his hormones. Jasmine's smooth body was driving him crazy. In the meanwhile, he thinks that, after all, Jasmine is his wife, and even if he gets intimate with her, he can justify this act. *** Will Eric cross his limits by being so close to Jasmine? Will Eric be able to make Jasmine fall in love with him in 3 months?

She felt his fingers teasing the clit as he ran his finger up and down her hole. "Killian," she whimpered as she tried to push him off. Killian pulled her closer with a rough jerk and slapped her womanhood. "Oh, you’re so wet, Schmetterling, yet you’re pretending to hate this?" Rara turned her head to look up at him. There was raw amusement in his voice. “A wife should know how to satisfy her husband.”

she asked, her voice filled with a hint of nervousness. Adrian's laughter subsided, and he looked at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes his hand moved to wrap his hand around her slender waist. “Come to think of it wifey, it's our wedding night today, How about getting a little heated up?” he suggested, his voice laced with desires and playfulness. Hands on his muscular chest she could feel his heart beat, and his strong arm seems to be holding on tightly on her waist. “Alright, we'll just share the bed.”

His masculine scent and hotness intoxicated her as she closed her eyes and kissed the side of his neck. Samanvay let out a small yet deep laugh feeling her eagerness. So the stuff he read on the internet was right, Pregnancy does make women horny. Manya broke their hug and looked into his eyes. “What?” Samanvay shook his head. His eyes twinkled as he drank in her beautiful features.

“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

Well there was only two weeks left to enjoy her and I was doing that as much as I could. Not that I didn't actually enjoy the class itself as I had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what I was writing was dirty stories, or as the web sites called it; erotica. I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews.

“Look how easily you spread your legs for me. You never wanted to win that chase, did you?” She shook her head once. He increased the volume. Her cries echoed in the quiet space. Her face was currently red as fuck but it seemed like she couldn’t look away anymore, somehow transfixed by the screen. He slid one hand between her legs from behind. She was soaked again. Watching the footage back, he hadn’t even realized she was begging him to cum inside her. He chuckled, the sound low in her ear. “Look how badly you were begging to be bred.” Her legs clenched around his fingers. “That’s going to stay in my phone forever. Whenever I’m away, I’ll play it. I’ll jerk my cock to the sound of your pret