Erotic Stories For Married Couples Novels & Stories

I asked uncomfortably as I moved back with my ass going to the end of the couch, with the glass of hot milk still in my hands. "What? Can't I take a good look at my wife?" he asked as he tucked his tongue out and licked his lips as seductively as ever. I couldn't help but gulp as I also moved back in accordance to every move he takes towards me. "Eric please stop." I pleaded. but I didn't even know why I was pleading. I mean we've had sex before, even though it wasn't intentional but it doesn't change the fact and also we are married and it isn't bad for us to have sex again right?

Eros grabbed my elbow and steered me into the elevator in case I went back to the twins and the pups. “Stop manhandling me, Eros.” I tried to extricate my hand, but he held on. “Why should I stop? You forgot to act like a married couple in front of my friends. Don’t forget, you’re still married to me, Anacá. The way you ignored me, I felt insulted.” I glared at him. “You deserve it, Eros. In eight more days, we’ll get divorced. Why do you need to put up the act of a happily married couple? Why don’t you inform your friends? Tell them the truth.”

His thoughts of what could become of their little hookup were disrupted when Toussaint dropped him on the queen-sized bed where he claimed Jace’s sore lips without mercy. The kiss wasn’t harsh; no. It was simply lustful and beautiful. Toussaint was like a beast with an insatiable desire and Jace was willing to be his prey. They could never get enough of each other. Jace gave in to the pleasure as their tongues clashed, their body melding into one as sweat and cum and sex lingered thickly in the air. Toussaint broke the kiss abruptly and reached for the nearest drawer on his left, his hot gaze never leaving Jace. He pulled out a lube and condoms; the latter he tossed on the bedside table as h

Erik smiled at me, a small laugh escaping his lips “I did tell you we are married, it has just taken you a while to hear me for some reason” I rubbed my hands over my eyes, this is not making sense, how can I be married? Is this guy ever going to put any clothes on? My eyes began to roam Erik’s body, fighting the urge I threw myself back on the bed and looked up to the ceiling. “We have been married for five years and no I am not going to put any clothes on in my own bedroom” “Will you stop doing that!” I demand “It’s annoying and please put on clothes” He threw himself on top of me, pinning me to the bed but holding himself inches away from me, I could feel his hot breath on my skin, the ti

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

Ericka winced as her body ached, feeling as if it had been thrown around multiple times. Beside her, she saw her husband undressed, recalling the events with a sense of dread. The thought of enduring such intimate encounters daily seemed unbearable; she feared she might lose herself before reaching forty.

Ethan shot Juliet a look full of disgust, slung an arm around my shoulders, and pulled me away without a backward glance. I glanced over my shoulder and saw her standing there, utterly lost. The moment our eyes met, her lips parted as if she wanted to speak, but no sound came out. "What are you looking at?" I lowered my gaze and asked softly, "So, she really was my wife?" Ethan corrected me, "Ex-wife. And you don't need to remember her. Forgetting her is the best thing that's ever happened to you. She's not worth a single second of your thoughts."

His other hand pressed hard into the wall beside my head, caging me in. God, the way he was pushing against me- as if he wanted to join our bodies to one. His body pressed together with mine so tight I could feel even his heartbeat...especially the way his cock was poking hard against my stomach. Oh my God. He was hard. Like really hard. His kiss got hotter. Sloppier and erotic. Tongue deep in my mouth, stealing all my breath. And I kissed him back. Because I couldn’t help it. My fingers curled into his shirt, my body trembling from how intense it felt.

She volunteered as a guidance counselor in the Westbridge academy after leaving her coperate job at Unity Banks. Their marriage looked ideal from the outside. In private, it was a source of deep, aching frustration for Tamara. Her tyrant husband Richard, was nothing more than a 5-inch cockie man…….and a two mins man in bed. Sex with Richard, has always been a toture to Tamara…..she married him as a virgin, and had Always felt a void in her whenever he sexed her. Once during an annual women enlightment, held by Joyce Major…..Tamara learnt about the afterglow of orgasms in a woman's life…and she ernestly longed for it….but unfortunately her cockie couldn't fulfill her wishes.

just raw need, his hardness grinding slow circles over the soft flesh, the situation's fault: the enclosed space forcing contact, the night erasing boundaries. My hand gripped the sink edge, nails digging porcelain, as intimacy built, his free hand sliding up my side, thumb brushing the underside of my breast through the tank. "Jax... stop," I whispered, but it came breathy, body leaning back into the rub, clit throbbing from the indirect tease. He hissed, the motion quickening, cock throbbing against me, pre-cum likely soaking his shorts. Mia's brother, drunk in my bathroom, made it hotter, tension coiling tight like a spring.