Erotic Stories Wife Sharing Novels & Stories

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

Mia shook her head, “No, um, we…” she trailed off, sharing a glance with her husband as she went on. “We are curious. I want a threesome with a woman, and we’ve been attracted to you since the first day you walked into the gym.” Her confession sent a surge of arousal coursing through me, my heart pounding with excitement at the thought of being between them. I took a moment to collect myself, my mind racing with the lewd images of the two of us, taking her husband’s cock before she pushed my head to suck her juices off him.

After signing the divorce papers, I dialed my mentor’s number. “Professor Mary, about that research project in the Arctic—the one developing a new drug—please add my name back to the team.” Mary’s excited voice burst through the speaker. “You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?”

Why hasn't she croaked yet? I looked at the woman who once swore to spend her life with me, and now she showed this side of herself to another man. Over the past two years, I pulled every string I had for her sake. I handed over a dedicated oil supply line from Prince Khalid to the Wynter family for free. I even drank myself to the point of a bleeding ulcer to secure the Valdoria Monarchy's jewelry distribution rights for her. "Cassie, are you sure you want to burn this bridge with me?"

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

"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.

"What's wrong son?" "I have the most generous wife in the world. The things she has done for me; from Lisa to Rhonda to Dawn to Zoe exceed all bounds. I could not love her more than I do. She gives me everything and I can't give her nearly as much as she gives me." I took a deep breath. "As a result of Mr. Thornhill's generosity, my wife offered to suck his cock if I would agree to it. At first I thought, 'Shit, yeah, what a great guy. I'd almost suck his cock myself, he's so fucking fantastic.' I told her 'you should have asked me. I would have told you yes.' Now I'm sitting across from you wondering if and when she'll ask again if she can suck your cock. I imagine her with her lips wrapped

This is where I draw the line. I just spent the last five years living independently, I can’t be expected to fall back into a wife’s place. Especially not to Eric who never even treated me like a wife. “And where is that?” I ask stepping out in front of him. Eric doesn’t hide the annoyance on his face. “You know where the master bedroom is,” I shake my head. “We are not sharing a room,” I protest. Eric drops the luggage. “We’re married. Married couples share a room,” he says.

He momentarily froze, seeing his wife on the bed, reading an erotic book while wearing only a lace dress that showed everything underneath. It was always like this; his manhood would stiffen at the mere sight of her. She smirked and put the book away, then gestured with her finger for him to come over. He did, and she grabbed the towel from his waist. It was exactly what he had in mind; his wife became bolder every day, and their relationship continued to bloom.

With Greg’s cum still warm inside her, the sperm swimming up into her uterus, she turned and pushed me onto my back, straddled my head, then lowered her sloppy cunt right onto my face. Now, I don’t like the taste of cum and it’s creepy to think about eating another man’s spunk. Eating it out of your just-fucked wife is doubly creepy. On the other hand, when you actually see your wife’s cunt gaping open after intercourse with semen dripping out of her, it is tremendously erotic, and having her so horny as to be completely out of control is the most arousing thing in the world.