Erotic Husband And Wife Stories Novels & Stories

"Fuuuckk!" Slowly, I retract my fingers and fall to the rug, too exhausted to remain sitting. Though exhausted, I manage to look toward my dear husband. He looks out of sorts. His chest rises and falls in hard beats, almost as if he were having problems breathing. His hair sticks to his forehead in thick, dark clusters. And, oh my God, the way his dick holds his pants up—that definitely hurts. When his eyes finally leave the mold of my breasts and meet mine, his are glazed over, coated with raw desire.

“How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?” “That’s none of your business…” “Either way,” Arlington interrupted, his eyes never leaving me. “You’ve been married three years and no children. So, either you weren’t performing your husbandly duties or you have fertility issues. Three years is a long time without planting a seed, isn’t it?” “Remarkably long,” Adam chimed, shaking his head. “You two might think you know me, my relationship with Alice,” I stated, crossing my arms. “But you know nothing. That child is mine and nothing is going to stop me from being a father. Especially not my pathetic friend or my wife’s secret admirer.”

James raised a brow. “Of course I’m not disappointed,” she rushed on, the words tumbling out faster and faster. “What’s there not to like anyway? I mean—my husband is rich and handsome and kind, and I’m pretty sure his heart is made of solid gold. Any woman would be lucky—no, fortunate—to stand by your side. And so what if we can’t have a child? That’s not even a big deal. There are so many couples in the world who live perfectly full lives without one. Entire lifetimes. Happy ones.” She barely paused to breathe.

"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."

They slide down our bodies, hands roaming and he covers me in passionate kisses. We make love on the couch in the living room. After that, we take a hot shower together and we lie, wrapped in a warm blanket. The dawn is breaking and we talk about before, the time we missed spending together. I tell him everything about Conor, too. “It was never a real marriage. But he made sure everyone believed it. I started asking him for a divorce as soon as I had more money. And then he began refusing. “ I rest my head against Dominic’s chest and feel his muscles shift as I say this.

Apollo took his wife together with him to the peak of the enjoyment in the middle of their intercourse. Mr. Apollo landed so many intimate kisses on his wife’s neck, jawline, cheeks, and lips. Then, he began to explore his wife’s challenging and unforgettable twin-mountains. “Oh, Darling… We’ve been getting married for many years… How can you still be the same as the first time we did it? Oh, I love you so much, Darling…” chanted the husband in the middle of his breathless condition. “I love you too… You’re still also the same… You’re still handsome, sexy, stimulating and vitalizing…” chanted the wife also in her breathless condition.

Double-stuffing his own wife’s throat while the brothers destroyed my holes. “You wanted this, Helen?” he growled, voice shaking with corrupted lust. “Then take it all.” The ultimate corruption was complete. My husband was no longer just watching — he was participating in my destruction. They fucked me for hours. I lost count of how many times I came. They rotated through every possible combination — double vaginal, double anal, airtight spit-roasting. They made me beg on camera for their cum, for their babies, for them to destroy my marriage and my husband’s political dreams.

With that, I turned around and dialed the number for the police. “Officer, I want to report a crime! My husband transferred my premarital assets without my consent to his mistress!” “I suspect they are plotting something!”

No respite could be found from the relentless tears that streamed down her face, a reflection of the overwhelming pain that consumed her. The man she had called her husband, the one she had invested her love and loyalty in, stood revealed as a cold-blooded murderer and a consummate liar. The realization struck her like a thunderbolt, intensifying the ache in her heart. It became painfully evident that his affections were merely a facade, a charade performed under duress. Riya, in her naivety, had failed to see the truth behind his empty promises and hollow declarations. She was nothing more than an obligation, a pawn in a twisted game, and her husband's actions had rendered their marriage de

Eric immediately took a small wooden box and opened it, he immediately hugged his chest and gasped, making Henry afraid to hug him tightly and ask what was wrong. "Darling husband, I feel like I've become a rich hegemon overnight." Hearing Eric calls him that, Henry happily hugged Eric and picked him up and hugged him so that he could sit on his lap. He kissed Eric on the lips and whispered. “So now the wife is richer than the husband. The wife must remember to take care of her husband more than that.” "Don't worry, I won't mistreat you." Eric followed along with laughter, Nathan at this time ran in. He heard that there was a letter from the Imperial City, thinking there would be a letter fr