Romans & histoires Erotic Husband And Wife Stories

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.

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"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.

I had ended up being hospitalized with stomach bleeding. As his wife, I never slacked off for a single day. For three years, I gave everything I had and pushed the company to go public. At the celebration party, he held me and cried. “Anna, I was born unable to have children. I can never give you a child, yet you still married me and fought beside me through thick and thin. “I swear on my life that I will never forsake you!" In the previous lifetime, that promise had kept me shackled for decades.

“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.”

“Madam Garret, with all due respect, love isn’t something you can just switch on and off like a lightbulb—” “Don’t lecture me about love,” the older woman cut in, her voice like steel wrapped in velvet. “Do you think marriages of this level are made for love? Feelings are fickle. Family, wealth, and power—those are what endure. If you can’t understand that, then perhaps you’re not as bright as I thought.”

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.

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.

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!”

Her own father, the man she had loved first and foremost, who had once opened her eyes to the wonders of the world, had played a sinister role in her life. Not only had he coerced Damon into marrying her, but he had also concealed the dark secret that her beloved husband was a murderer. The weight of these revelations crashed upon Riya like a relentless storm, leaving her mind in a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions.