Erotic Marriage Stories Novels & Stories

"We have all night. I’m going to take my time with you." He moved his mouth down to her pussy. He spread her legs wide and buried his face in her heat. He was being very provocative, using his tongue to flick her clit while his fingers stayed deep inside her. He was licking her with a slow, heavy rhythm that made Elena’s toes curl. She was thrashing on the bed, her fingers digging into the silk sheets. The erotica of the moment was intense. It wasn't about the raw power now; it was about the deep, pulsing connection between a husband and his wife.

I felt tired; my temples began to throb again. "I slept with Howard." The wine glass in his hand shattered on the floor. His eyes turned crimson, disbelief etched across his face. "Teagan! How could you…" I calmly closed my laptop and smiled at him. "What? Are you upset?" I genuinely hoped we could just have a marriage of convenience, where we could both enjoy the benefits this arrangement brought. He could sleep with a different woman every night, and I wouldn't care. Meanwhile, I would leverage the Brookes' connections to gain more resources for myself.

I found them still talking, while Eric was shouting, “……. You're not going to tell me why you married her, are you?” “I can't talk to you when you're like this, Eric. When you've calmed down, ready to sit and ready to listen to me. Maybe then, we can talk as civilized adults, and I can tell you the reason why. But not like this.” “You're not going to tell me why because there is no reason, and you know that I'm right. She doesn't want to marry you because she loves you, she wants to marry you for your money. And you’ve been so lonely for so long since Mom left. I don’t know if it’s because you're going through a dry spell or just plain needy that you can't see it, that you can’t even read th

Wendy handled her like a pro, keeping my world spinning without a hitch. However, at the wedding, Ella lost it, crashed the party, and started flinging insults like confetti. "Jim, it all makes sense now. You're so eager to divorce me because you've been fooling around with this homewrecker. How long have you two been sneaking around behind my back?" Wendy slipped her arm through mine, beaming with a smile. "Not everyone gets their kicks from cheating like you do. We've got our principles, you know."

“I don’t think it’s your business, dear husband,” I said sweetly, turning back to the stove to stir the eggs. “Remember? Our marriage is purely transactional now.” The words hung in the kitchen air like smoke after a gunshot. I could feel Marco’s stare boring into my back. The spatula in my hand moved in slow, deliberate circles, but my pulse was racing. For once, I wasn’t shrinking away from his disapproval. The memory of Luca’s thick cock stretching me open, his cum still faintly sticky between my thighs even after my morning shower, gave me a quiet, wicked strength.

He looked powerful, untouched by the sickness that had taken his brother. He crawled back over me, his knees forcing my thighs wide. He positioned the wet, blunt head of his cock at my pussy entrance, rubbing it against my clit in slow, rhythmic circles that had me clawing at the sheets, my toes curling into the silk. "Tell me you want it," he commanded, his jaw tight as he fought for his own control. "Tell me you want your husband’s brother inside you." "I want you," I screamed, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer until I could feel the heat radiating off him. "I want you inside me, Richard! Now!"

“Anyone would be, after a news like that.” “I will never marry you,” I said flatly. “You’re wasting your time.” Her lips curved into a small smile that only irritated me more. “You don’t have to love me right away, Eric. Marriages like ours aren’t built on love first. They’re built on purpose.” I gave a shallow laugh. “Purpose,” I repeated. “Is that what you call it?” “Imagine our families together,” she continued, unfazed. “The influence, the legacy. We’d be unstoppable. Love can come later.”

She was my American friend, unaware of the stakes involved in my impending marriage here in Italy. "Hey, at least the guy is wealthy. He owns properties all over the world, numerous cars, and that honeymoon in Fiji," she pointed out. "Uh-huh." Entering into a marriage with the arrogant and unattractive Ernesto Satori meant sacrificing my freedom. I was well aware of the rumors surrounding this reprehensible man, stories of his insatiable appetite for unconventional desires. The whirlwind two-week "romance" had been meticulously orchestrated, and the sudden demand for marriage left me feeling trapped. While he had refrained from any physical advances thus far, tonight marked a significant shi

A friendly personality, always smiling—that figure was no longer to be found by her. There was only a cold, untouchable, and rough figure that she now encountered—a figure who desperately wanted to make her suffer continuously. Her heart could not lie that there was still a tiny spark of feeling that might continuously grow if she stayed with the man. Tears flowed down her cheeks, which she instantly wiped away. "Renata... where are you," Melvin mumbled in his sleep, making her tears instantly flow uncontrollably again. She had never imagined that the man forced her to marry him simply because his lover had left a week before the wedding. She had not imagined that there was a third person in

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."