Erotic Husband And Wife Stories Novels & Stories

Ethan shot Juliet a look full of disgust, slung an arm around my shoulders, and pulled me away without a backward glance. I glanced over my shoulder and saw her standing there, utterly lost. The moment our eyes met, her lips parted as if she wanted to speak, but no sound came out. "What are you looking at?" I lowered my gaze and asked softly, "So, she really was my wife?" Ethan corrected me, "Ex-wife. And you don't need to remember her. Forgetting her is the best thing that's ever happened to you. She's not worth a single second of your thoughts."

"Don't you dare touch me, Dylan Rios! Stay away from me. I didn't know your reason, but I will trust my husband more than you." "That's not his thing, it's his step-sister who's with him in the picture. He can't fool me. You know what? When he came back here he promised that we'd start a family, so don't try to destroy us." A smile drew on his lips which made my forehead furrow. "So, that's his reason? I thought your husband was just the CEO of the company. I didn't know that he's also a scriptwriter." "Don't insult my husband, Dylan."

She would sigh to the attendants, "Damien? He's the Vampire King's Chief Enforcer, but he drops everything for me. Isn't that what real love looks like?" Then she would add softly, "His human wife is so selfish — she won't even give blood to save my life. But Damien knows who truly deserves his heart." Damien's fists clenched. Memory after memory surged through him — every time I had tried to warn him, every truth he had slapped out of my mouth. "Every time you tried to tell me what Vivienne really was... her schemes, her lies..." "If I had just listened... if I had just believed my own wife..."

She had confided in me that she was not regularly having sex with her husband; the spark was not there. Slowly I felt the sexual tension building between us. I would push the envelope and see how far I could go before she said that was too much. It was a Friday, and I had asked her if she enjoyed erotic stories; she said she did, but I would have to wait to send it to her until Monday. 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.

I'd never met him, but I knew his face. Everyone who knew Alexa knew his face. He looked almost surprised that I recognized him. "So you've heard of me." "I know who my friend's husband is," I said, keeping my voice even. His smile dropped. "Your friend???? Oh pleaseee What do you want from Alexa?" He said coldly. No small talk. Straight to it. "That's something you should be asking your wife, not me," I said. "She is my wife." He stepped closer, close enough that I could smell his cologne. "Whatever problems we have are between us."

The men love it when I twerk on them and do more erotic moves on them just like am doing for my husband. "Get off me you whore." He said, pushing me off him. "You told me I was the only man you've ever gotten intimate with. This is supposed to be your first time in a woman in a top position, but from what I've noticed, your very good at it, a professional, you deserve an accolade for a first-timer." "I told you the truth, just that I watch lots of porns." "So watching porn now makes you a master or having an experience."

In front of him was the face of his beautiful wife, whom he had seen after centuries. Today he did not want to control at all and he started taking off Eva's clothes while kissing her. As soon as Eva took off her clothes, her body started shining in front of Evan's eyes in the light of the room. Seeing such a beautiful body of his wife, Evan hurriedly took off his clothes, couldn't say if he took them off, just tore them. After that he quickly entered Eva's body and erased all the distance of centuries between them. However, after they united, they turned into smoke and as the smoke cleared, only a large purple egg was left.

Eric hissed, "Just leave him and marry me, Bruna. I will keep you happy. I will fulfil all your needs, let it be emotional or physical. I know that disabled husband of yours is a fucking piece of trash who might not be able to satisfy you." What?! That was more than enough. I shoved Eric and landed a tight slap on his face. Eric's face got thrown to the left by the slap. "How dare you speak bullshit against my husband, huh?" I scoffed at him. Grabbing the collar of his coat, I straightened him and glared at him. "I am his loyal, dear wife and I won't hear any bullshit person like you speak even a word against my husband." I warned him. I shoved Eric and declared, "And from now on, it will be

"You actually admitted it?" A faint smile tugged at his mouth. He reached for me, one hand sliding around my waist and pulling me between his legs while the other tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "I’m trying this new thing," he murmured, looking up at me, "where I tell my wife the truth." His fingers intertwined with mine before he lifted my hand and pressed a kiss against my knuckles. It felt like he was holding onto me a little too tightly, like I was an answer he was afraid might disappear.

His fingers massaged the vaginal margins of his wife, making the body that was gripping his neck stiff. He became more daring, pressing his wife's clitoral area with his two fingers, tracing spectacular locations, and when he found that point, his wife's head could not lie to respond. His underarm pressure caused Vira to bite her husband's lips till they bled, their kiss tinged with a little salty taste. "Ah, honey, ugh, I'm sorry," she said quietly, her half-opened eyes making him shake his head. "It's all right, honey, it's so slick and wet, it allows me to go deeper, I love it." wicked hubby muttered.