Erotic Stories For Married Couples Novels & Stories

But after he asked me out for what felt like the hundredth time, I finally said yes. The next thing I knew, I'd been married for ten years, had four kids, and hadn't had a proper orgasm from my husband in five. Even when we do have sex, I have to play with my own clit while he's inside me just to finish. I'm a sexual person. I always have been.

When he pushed two thick fingers inside her and curled them against her G-spot while sucking hard on her clit, she came hard, biting her lip to stifle her cry. He stood, freeing his thick, heavy cock from his trousers. Without warning, he pushed her forward, bent her over the ornate chaise lounge, and thrust into her in one deep stroke. Isabelle cried out at the sudden stretch. He was big , thicker and longer than her husband. He didn’t give her time to adjust. He gripped her hips and started fucking her with hard, relentless strokes, the wet slap of skin echoing in the small room. “Such a tight little married pussy,” he growled, one hand fisting her hair. “Does your husband fuck you like th

Mallory rubbed me even harder and giggled into our kiss, her hips still moving against my thigh. “Fuck, doll,” Lorenzo grunted, pushing himself off the desk and moving toward us. His hand was tightly wrapped around his cock, stroking it back and forth quickly. He cupped her chin. “Open your mouth and share my cum with her.” As Mallory opened her mouth and stared up at her husband, she continued to rub my clit and grind her pussy against my thigh. Lorenzo pressed the head of his swollen cock on her tongue and came into her mouth. My pussy pounded as the pressure rose higher inside me. Mallory took all of his cum in her mouth, licked her lips clean, then leaned over to kiss me. I parted my lip

She was ready, more than ready, to surrender to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown pleasures that Travis and Jenna promised. As their lips met once more, Sadile felt herself being guided to the couch, her body positioned between them, a willing participant in the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, heavy and ragged, the only light coming from the flickering flames of the candles Travis had lit, casting shadows on the walls, shadows that danced in time with their movements. Jenna's hands slid down Sadile's body, her fingers teasing the sensitive flesh between her thighs.

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.

“We’ve barely been together twenty-four hours and you already drafted this brand-new way for me to be unfaithful?" The harsh words spilled out of my mouth before I could think. Instantly, his face changed. It wasn't anger. It was pure, deep hurt. Regret pooled in my stomach. "I didn't mean it that way," I softened my voice, reaching out. "All I'm saying is... we just had sex a few minutes ago. It was good. Can't we just let it stay that way, Baby? I'm married. I don't think this is something I want to do often."

“Tell me.” “We aren't a conventionally married couple, Erus. You know this.” “You think that I am not being serious with you?” Erus asks. “You think this is just because of the sex?” “Erus–” “Of course, I want to fuck you every single day for the rest of my life, but I also want us to quit playing games. I am your husband, and you are my wife.” He wants us to both commit to the marriage, and I don't know…

She poured me an iced tea and we headed out the door. Eric, excited to share his movie choices, pulled them from his jacket. He passed them to the front, between the seats, "Check these out...one is about a hot married couple that end up doing the pool boy, the mail man and a plumber...they do any guy that comes through the front door...and all hot, with big, pornstar dicks." She squeals, "Oooooh...my favorite!" "Mine too...pornstar dicks...!" "The other is about a foursome! Again, a married couple. They set up an orgy by inviting his two college roommates to visit. They have a bisexual reunion, of sorts, and include the wife. It's fucking hot!"

"Stop." "Marcus, what's the problem? It's been over two weeks, two fucking weeks, and you haven't touched me," she yelled in frustration. "I'm not in the mood," Marcus said coldly. "You have been saying that for the past two weeks. You are either not in the mood or tired. What's going on?" She snapped. She reached for his cock again, but just like always, he stopped her. "I told you to stop." He half-yelled. "Why? You are my husband, and I want you." She argued.

“Just breathe, little one.” He stayed still, whispering soft words against my skin, kissing away the tears that slipped free. Only when the sharpest edge of the pain faded did I whisper that he could move. He did. He started slow — long, careful strokes that let me feel every inch as he sank deeper. Each time he almost pulled out, then filled me again, the stretch turned into something hotter. He found a spot inside me that made my toes curl and my breath catch. “You take me so well,” he groaned. “Such a perfect little mate… made to be filled by me.”