Novel & Cerita Erotic Hot Wife Stories

It was the end of the day on Friday, and she didn't want me to email them as she shared the iPad with her husband. That weekend my wife was sick, so I had a lot of free time to work on a story for her after I put my kids to bed. It all seemed wrong, but I couldn't help myself. Jenny was intoxicating. Her personality, kindness, and looks. She was so attractive and working together we were talkie and more. I felt she would marry the woman if standings and cheated on my wife. The story was easy to write as it was just the fantasy I had between her and me! I wrote the story, re-read it, modified it, and finally was ready to share it. Reading the story myself was so hard as it was exactly what I

I just pressed my eyes closed, knowing nothing how to react at this. "Mhmm so where I was. Yeah right, then his hand keeps on crawling till it reaches the bare back of your wife. And your wife being completely naive, she'll get little uncomfortable but soon dash her discomfort when she'll notice the friendly smile that hot guy would be faking. They both will dance to the beats of some dirty lyrics and soon that guy will start bringing his face closer till it would be only inches apart from your wife's face." My face flushed as she continued with her stupid story.

“Including the fact that your husband is currently losing another small fortune at the blackjack table.” Charlotte’s breath caught. The blunt truth should have embarrassed her. Instead, it sent a rush of heat between her legs. Reyes moved closer, stopping just inches away. “You deserve better than being ignored on your own honeymoon. A woman like you… with a body like yours… should be worshipped.” One of the younger officers , a muscular man with warm brown skin and a smooth shaved head , spoke up. “We can give you what he won’t.” Charlotte’s heart pounded. This was insane. She was married. She was on a cruise ship in the middle of the ocean. And yet the idea of being taken by these three po

The bare heat of him against my bare thigh made me whimper; every drag of the head over my clit sent electric shocks up my spine. “You’re fucking soaked,” he growled against my ear. “Dripping for your ex-husband. For the man you swore you’d never let touch you again.” “Shut up and fuck me,” I snapped, legs locking around his waist, heels digging into his ass. “Or are you all talk now?” That did it.

Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *

Her husband stood there, suitcase in hand, frozen in shock. He saw everything: his wife on her back with her legs spread wide, a muscular stranger on top of her, thick cock buried deep in her swollen, cum-dripping pussy, slowly thrusting while she moaned softly. Marcus didn’t stop. He looked straight at the husband, gave one deep, deliberate thrust that made Emma whimper, and whispered loud enough for him to hear, “She’s been a very bad wife tonight.” Emma’s face burned with shock and shame… but her pussy clenched hard around Marcus’s cock at the same moment, another small orgasm rippling through her as her husband watched in stunned silence.

Maybe Robert tipped Tony off and he called his wife. She welcomed me in and offered me coffee. I sat down at the kitchen table and she said she knew why I was there. That didn't make it less awkward. Eva served the coffee and sat down. She then told me she was a hotwife. I thought that was a bit conceited, not because she wasn't beautiful but because talking about yourself that way was a bit weird. She must have noticed a confused look on my face because she asked me if I knew what hotwife meant. She then laughed when I said, "Well you're very attractive."

I'm Joyce, a 42-year-old housewife, and I have a secret. No, I'm not having an affair or embezzling money from my husband's company. My secret is that I'm a hotwife. I love fucking strangers. The thrill of the unknown, the excitement of the forbidden, it sets my pussy on fire like nothing else. It all started a few years ago. My husband, Mark, and I had been married for over a decade, and our sex life had become routine. We'd fuck on weekends, missionary style, with the lights off. It was functional, but it wasn't exciting. I craved more.

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

“You’re soaking wet, babe.” “Don’t stop,” I begged, my head falling back. “Finger me harder. Make me come like I haven’t in years.” He curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes. “Like this? You want it rough?” “Yes, fuck yes,” I panted, my nails digging into his arm. “Tell me how it made you feel, Ryan. Seeing him kiss your wife.”