Erotic Stories For Married Couples Novels & Stories

Step into a raw, no-holds-barred world of hardcore er*tica where every craving is dragged into the light and f*cked senseless. This explicit collection delivers nasty, dripping-wet stories packed with rough, filthy encounters — from dominant males claiming their willing (and unwilling) girls, to twisted group gangbang, taboo power exchanges, and degrading pleasures that leave bodies sore, dripping, and begging for more. No vanilla bullshit here. Expect graphic c*cks slamming deep, sloppy holes stretched and used, dirty talk that would make a whore blush, cum-soaked endings, and all the nasty kinks that cross every line. All here. These tales don’t tease — they pound you relentlessly

"Your wife becoming your sex slave, do you expect this to become permanent or is this a temporary thing?" "I doubt it will become permanent. She likes to read erotic books and I offered to allow her to experience the things she reads about in her books for three weeks to see if the reality was similar to her imagination." "What kinds of books?" "Reverse harem, women captured and sold as slaves, that kind of thing." "She's aroused by these?" "Yes, it's why I've offered her the experience."

Eric and Leona always shared their most intimate moments around this time. They also had moments when Eric would convince his wife to join him at the gym. Eric knew the advantage of going round about a certain time at the gym, when it was practically empty. He could always convince his wife to sneak into the male shower rooms for hot sex, like the rebel he has always been. The hot sex they couldn't have at home with their little cockblocker that they loved dearly more than anything.

"You shouldn't say that to anyone. It would make me look back since you're married to me." I suddenly felt uncomfortable being so close to him as the conversation led to us not consummating our marriage. I was about to climb down from the bed when he turned to me. "Or maybe we should correct that?" He didn't give me a chance to reply as he wrapped his hands around me, bringing me to lay on the bed as he hovered on top of me. "What are you doing?" My voice shook out of nervousness. "Teaching my wife how to write an erotic scene." He placed his hands on my exposed thighs, and I instantly regretted putting on booty shorts.

I had never considered myself adventurous. Not really. Married life had lulled me into a predictable rhythm… breakfast, chores, errands, the quiet hum of a husband who loved me in his own distracted way. Eight years of it, and somewhere along the line I had become invisible to him… just another part of the furniture. But the invitation from Claire and Dominic, the couple I had met at the yoga studio, promised something entirely different. Something forbidden. Something thrilling. Something that made my pulse quicken before I even arrived.

Eric closed the door, then turned to face his wife. Carina didn't wait to hear his logical explanation. She bet there was a long list of reasons hovering over the tip of his tongue. He was crazy and out of control. The lack of sleep had made him pounce on her and damn the consequences. Now that the cop had poured him a whirlwind of cold water, he'd gone through the idea and decided it wouldn't be in their best interest if they slept together. After all, it's the terms of the contract. After all, this is a business marriage. And after all, this is not real.

"Oh, come on. We are a married couple; what we are doing is normal. It's not forbidden at all." Wanting to finish the deed quickly, Axel switched positions with his wife, pinning her body beneath him. He starts hammering her clit with wild abandon. Sherry moaned in ecstasy as waves of pleasure ripped through every fiber of her being. "Ahhhhh" "Harderrrrrr" "Fasterrrrrrrrrrr" "So gooddd ahhhm." "Ahhhhhhhhmmmm" Axel pounded her core harder, deeper, and fasterrr. Sweat broke all over his body as he grunted and panted in ecstasy.

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.

Why were my sister’s legs straddling my husband’s waist, and his veiny, muscular hands groping her plump ass? Not to mention they’re tongue-tied, exchanging bacteria, and kissing each other senseless like two horny teenagers. The babies in my womb kicked, sensing the disgust slithering through my veins. It’s like they’re asking me, What's daddy doing? Why was that Jezebel grinding into daddy’s crotch? My husband’s erection was hard like my chest, straining against his slacks, as he growled into her mouth. The bitch was moaning like I normally do whenever my husband runs an erotic marathon between my legs.

"It's our duty to lust after our friend's wives. At least the hot ones." "Amen to that. And there'll be three hotties in the water tonight, I'm thinking." "That's the truth. And what Eric don't know won't hurt him." We high-fived over that one, each contemplating fucking the other's wife, with the pretty little Beth thrown in for good measure. "How far do you think it might go, tonight?" he asked, quasi-seriously. "Chemistry is your friend. Come loaded for bear. I think it may go as far as we'll let it."