Romans & histoires Erotic Loving Wife Stories

In college time whenever we made love, I have tried to kiss him but he never let me do it. Oneday I asked him " Why he is not kissing me while we are doing it" For that, he replied in harsh tone "he will kiss only his real wife not some ugly bit*h like me".. After hearing his words, I understood that he is just using me to fullful his lust and at the same time he is punishing me in the sexual way for the mistake I had made.. After that, I don't expect anything from him..Whenever he call me, I will go to his room and allow him to fullfull his lust..For me, my husband making love to me..But for him, i am bit*h who he is using to release his lust...

“She's different. She doesn't beg a man to sleep with her, she's not cheating like you.” She tightened her fist, and there were furies in her eyes. “Then you leave me no choice.” She motioned to him and kissed him. As his hands were anticipating, he attacked her and pushed her away from him. “Have you gone mad?” “I won't give up now. I want you and I won't stop until you also want me.” She went back to him and forcefully kissed him. She knew how to deal with him, the right part to arouse him. She moved her hand down to his rod and brushed a finger on it tenderly. She moved her mouth to his ear and whispered. “No man ever resists this. How long would you be faithful to your dearest wife? I ca

“You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.” “I know exactly what I’m saying.” He reached for me, his hand closing around my wrist. “Come here.” I tried to pull away. His grip tightened. “Jason, let go.” “Why?” He pulled me closer. I could smell the whiskey on his breath, thick and sour. “Why won’t you let me touch you? You’re my wife.” “You don’t want to touch me. Go and touch her instead." His eyes narrowed. “Her?” “Your freaking mistress.Get out of my room.”

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

She glanced around at the angry beastmen and said, "Everything started because of Jasper. You can go ahead and punish him as you wish. But my husband is the mighty Kael Vaxenroth of the Dragon clan! You'd better think twice before you lay a finger on me!" At that, the beastmen who had been eyeing her menacingly suddenly turned to look at me. I didn't even spare Priscilla a glance. I said coldly, "I don't have feelings for her anymore. Do whatever you wish to her." Priscilla retorted loudly, "You love me! You love me so much that you spent forever looking for treasures for me and even nearly died a few times too! How could you just say that you don't have feelings for me anymore?

It annoyed me that she's married to my brother of all people. The passionate night we had flashed in my head again, our kisses, our naked bodies, the feel of us together, my hands running over her soft body as we kissed passionately until exhaustion took over. I couldn't help but remember how she moaned softly when I bit her neck, I could feel myself getting harder at the memory. Shaking my head, I closed my eyes, "it doesn't matter now, she's your brother's wife." I murmured to myself before taking a deep breath and going back outside.

“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.”

He gulped hard. “I don't understand. Why would he come back for you? Are you lovers?” His wife asked. Her eyes were already burning with rage. “Y-Yes… no… no… she was my father's best soldier, okay?” Eric said. “There was nothing special between us. We were just friends, right Raven?” I chuckled in disbelief. Wow! He sure had some guts to ask me to play along with his lies. “Eric and I were lovers. We made love every single day under the dark sky,” I said plainly.

NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. >>>> I love pornography. I regularly d******d videos and pictures from the Internet and love reading erotic stories. I am particularly drawn to pictures of black women with their chocolate brown skin, nearly black nipples and velvety pubic hair. I am a white male in my thirties and have never been with a black woman. I've been married for about ten years and my wife and I enjoy an adventurous sex life. She gets turned on watching x-rated movies and reading erotica as much as I do, but doesn't understand my fascination with dark skinned women.

"Darling, do you think you could you hold me open while...?" my wife asked. Again, she really did not need it, but that was the cue line. I could do as she asked. I carefully held her inner lips open with one hand and while I continued to hold his cock steady with the other. Looking into my eyes, she lowered her body. Joy she could not suppress lit her face as she again made herself one body with our friend, her former lover, taking him easily all the way in on the first stroke, thereby again making him her fucking lover - a lover who would enjoy her charms, soil them, and then if we followed the plot, watch me clean her up for him to soil again.