Erotic Husband And Wife Stories Novels & Stories

"My husband would love to have another woman come to bed with us. By the way, don't be surprised if Vicky comes over at some point." "What's her deal?" he asked. "She's married right?" "Yep," she replied. "She's married to a guy named Eric. From what I understand, she's one of those women that it's really hard to make have an orgasm," she explained. "The only one she's ever had, if she's to be believed, was from some guy in college who was about your size." "Wow!" he replied, unsure of what else to say. "So it's understandable that she's a little enamored of your situation," she said.

He had my full attention. Eric continued. "I've never actually told anyone this, but since you just saw me fuck my wife, for like the third time in two days, what the hell? Early on in our marriage, we got into a bit of a rut. We weren't having much sex. We were working too hard. And we finally scheduled a decent vacation, to Cancun. We promised each other that we would try to have sex as many times as humanly possible on the vacation, to rekindle our romance.

They made him suck their cocks to get them hard again, his jaw aching from the girth. By dawn, Cindy was exhausted but glowing, lying in a puddle of semen. She pulled Mark close and kissed him. "I love you so much for letting me be this dirty. You're the best cuck a hotwife could ask for." Mark came untouched just from her words, his tiny orgasm adding to the mess, his heart skipped a painful beat, because his mistress will definitely punish for cumming without her permission. But deep down in that throbbing dick, he anticipated his arousal.

“Alina? Babe, I’m home early! The last meeting got canceled…” It was my husband. Jake. His voice sounded tired but happy to be back. Orion froze on top of me, his thick cock still buried balls-deep in my pussy. For half a second we stared at each other. Then a dark, wicked smile spread across his face, and he didn’t pull out. Instead, he slowly rolled his hips, grinding deep inside me. My eyes went wide. “Orion… we have to…” He clapped one big hand over my mouth and thrust hard. I moaned against his palm, the sound muffled but still loud. My body betrayed me completely. Even with my husband right outside the bedroom door, my pussy clenched tight around Orion’s cock.

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex, incest/taboo sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. >>>> "I've been reading this book," Jennifer says to her husband as they're lying in bed, her hand roaming down his stomach, "and it suggests some ways to overcome our little problem." Their little problem, as she puts it, is that Chuck can no longer sustain an erection with her. He's not impotent, his secretary can attest to that, but with his wife he either doesn't get it up at all or loses it halfway through.

Naked and on all fours, the woman next to me on the king bed screamed in ecstasy as her husband slammed into her. “Yes, Daddy, just like that,” she cried as her husband went even faster, skin slapping against skin, the wet sounds of his cock slamming into her filling the room. I had someone thrusting into me too. My husband Roman. I felt every inch of his dick sliding in and out, stretching me, hitting deep. But that wasn’t what had me so turned on.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

“I’ve been trying to reach you, and you haven’t been answering me. Why did you tell your secretary to lie to me about you being in a meeting? I need to talk to you, Daniel, about my involvement with your recent situation.” “My recent situation?” I balk, pinning her with a hard expression. “You mean the troubles you’ve caused in my marriage? You seduced me with your schemes and went too far provoking Nalani. She’s my wife! You chased her away, and now, everything is falling apart.” The tension in the room is sharp enough to cut through butter when Gwen spits at me.

He casually toyed with her nipples, squeezing and massaging them. Kissing her shoulder tenderly, he worked his way up to her ear. Erica could feel him growing hard against her butt. His hand found her still-sensitive clit, stroking it softly. Erica turned to face her husband and straddled his lap. She kissed him deeply as she stroked his cock to full hardness. Smiling, she guided him into her entrance. Once he was inside, she began slowly rocking her hips, grinding herself against his length. Her hands gripped his shaggy brown hair, tugging softly as she rode him. She could feel her spanked bottom rubbing as she bounced and ground against his lap.