Erotic Husband And Wife Stories Novels & Stories

Eros chuckled low, as if he'd heard something amusing. "That's not going to be possible... because, as my wife, there will be many kisses." He winked at her and added, "And, for your misfortune, I like kissing, chérie (darling). Especially when the response is this delicious." She blushed to the tips of her ears and looked away, embarrassed. She wondered how she was going to survive this man. Because Eros was just as dangerous as her husband—only his threat wasn't to her body, but to her heart. And she couldn't allow that.

To survive her marriage, she had to play the clueless, dependent housewife, to reclaim her empire, she had to burn his world down. Clara Vance didn’t give up her corporate throne because she was weak; she stepped away to raise her daughter and build a family, she handed the reins of Vance Innovations to her husband, Mark, who spent the next three years playing the flawless, devoted partner but Clara’s illusion shatters the night she spots him holding another woman on a local livestream while claiming to be on a business trip. When Clara investigates, she uncovers a chilling truth: Mark hasn’t just betrayed their marriage. He has systematically erased her identity, forged her signature

She let out a soft, blushing smile—a picture-perfect picture of vulnerability that masked the silent snare tightening around him. "I love your nose," Sophie whispered back, pressing her nose gently against his. With a soft smile, Cass kissed her again and resumed his rhythm. Sophie arched her back delicately, responding to every stroke of her husband. To Cass, all that mattered was pampering her and basking in the connection. Slowly, they both crested the peak of desire, their soft gasps echoing across the rumpled bed sheets. As the rush overwhelmed him, Cass couldn't stop the declaration of love from spilling from his heart once more.

Sarah screamed as she felt her nether regions tighten up so good on the long invader inside her depths. Her sweet tunnel spasmed over and over again and it was an added bonus that her husband went mad on top of her. Warren ran for the final lap until he deposited copious amounts of healthy love juice on the gasping sheathe of his wife’s delight. “Did you enjoy it? Who’s the greatest man in this world? Come on, tell me. I want to hear it from your lips, my sexy beautiful wife.” Warren asked proudly in the aftermath of their romance.

If I were a food, it would have made his stomach turn upside down and throw me out of his system. "Isn't that what normal couple do? I know you are married, so that's not a big deal." I laughed mirthlessly as I knew how crazy he was about a woman's hygiene. Whenever he wanted to have sex with me before, he wouldn't touch me without sending me to shower first. "Say it, and I'll make love to you right now. I'll make it sure that you would forget you had been with another man," Eric smirked. "So much with the foolishness. Why are you here?"I changed the topic--it was just not healthy anymore.

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“Take it, Victoria. Take it like the hungry wife you are.” He reached around her, his fingers finding me, wet and throbbing. He plunged two fingers inside me, his thumb circling my clit. The dual stimulation—feeling him fuck his wife while he fingered me—unraveled me. “Oh god,” I whimpered. “Look at her, Victoria,” Jonathan commanded, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Look at what you’re a part of.”

Emma paused the video and stared at her husband's face frozen on the screen. He looked terrified. Not guilty. Not angry. Terrified. That realization unsettled her more than anything else. For two days, she'd convinced herself that Daniel was living a secret life with another woman and child. The evidence certainly pointed that way. But now... Now something wasn't adding up. A man having an affair didn't usually look like that. A cheating husband didn't talk about people dying if the truth came out. There was something much bigger hidden beneath the surface. Something dangerous.

Odette complained. “What do you want?” Adeline replied lazily. “You interrupted my reading.” Odette lay flat on the bed and glanced toward the still-closed bathroom door, making sure her husband was still inside. “Adeline… I want to ask you something,” she whispered. “Ask what? And why are you whispering like that?” Adeline asked suspiciously. “Adeline… after you married Jason, what did you do at night?” Odette asked hesitantly. “I read a book,” Adeline answered innocently.

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.