Erotic Stories Wife Sharing Novels & Stories

“What are you doing here… this was my house… I mean, Ethan and I love nest.” “What do you mean?” I said seriously. “Didn’t you get it? This house…” she approached me. I didn’t like the implication. “Ethan gave it to me as a gift. He let you stay here… where he also let me stay. What I mean is… we made love here over and over again! Do you understand now?” She smiled again. Pain spread through my chest. How could he do this?! “Get out of my house. I’m still his wife! I still have the right—” I tried to stay strong in front of her.

“Give that man the respect he deserves. It’s easy to break the law, but it’s not easy to build the billion-dollar empire he’s started entirely on his own. That takes guts. That takes brains. And it takes big balls too.” “You’re seriously going to hold out on me?” Esme asked as she sat across from me. “Come on, that gorgeous man took you to pound town, and you ain’t gonna share the details?” Her third glass of wine sat in front of her, and she pried more than usual because her blood alcohol level had spiked. “We had sex. That’s it.” “You’ve told me some personal stuff about your lovers over the last two years. And then with this guy—” “This guy is my husband now. It feels weird to share intim

, he said with pure annoyance. Dia smacked his chest and detached herself feeling shy and embarrassed to be caught. Their bodies snaked around each other with their foreheads joined when they came and yelled behind them 'Bhai!!' "Sorry.. Bhai!! But you know how shameless and troublesome we are. So, you should have thought about it before letting us enter your island?", Sammy and Ariha said together. "Yeah.. yeah I know you all very well but this innocent and kind hearted wife of mine had no mercy on her poor husband and let you all in despite me denying", he said with a sad pout pulling Dia close to him again.

he said, "you wouldn't have had a story like that to defend. I wasn't giving you one worth telling." "You are now," Elena said simply, and let that be enough, the two of them standing there in the ordinary light of their kitchen, the northern parcels and Renata Cole and the shareholder call all fading into the background of something steadier and more permanent than any of it a marriage two strangers in a conference room might glimpse for a moment and, without quite meaning to, come away believing in.

“Rub your clit while you ride me. I want to feel this pussy cream one more time before I fill it.” She reached down, rubbing her swollen clit frantically as she bounced. Her moans turned into high-pitched, broken cries. Her walls started fluttering wildly around my cock again. “I’m gonna cum. Ethan, please!” “Cum then, you pathetic slut,” I snarled, thrusting up hard to meet her bounces. “Milk my cock.” Elara screamed, her whole body convulsing as another violent orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down on me like a vice, gushing wetly all over my lap. Her eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent cry, thighs shaking uncontrollably.

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.

He had an average job in banking, average build, and an average 5-inch cock that had never quite satisfied her. They'd been married three years, and the fantasy had started as pillow talk. "What if a real man fucked me while you watched?" she'd teased one night after he'd cum too quickly again. It escalated to new fantasies and wishes every njght, but one thing Cindy noticed was thst anytime she talked about her hotwife fantasy Mark's cums freehand like a broken facuet. Cindy kept her fantasy to herself, always masturbating to her lewd thoughts, but never acting on them. She wanted to remain a prim and proper wife to her husband…..keeping their bed undefiled.

"Yeah, I'd say she has a slut-wife fantasy going here. I wonder if her hubby knows about this." As Vic picked up the pace of his fucking, inspired by the slideshow, he answered, "Nope. And as long as we don't tell him, she says we can come back and do this whenever we want." He gave her a slap on the ass, and said, "Isn't that right, wify?" "Yes! Anything!" Sherri mumbled between Tina's legs.

“Eric, please… please…! “My wife, you don’t have to beg,” he told her harshly, his body smooth and controlled as he possessed her with quick and efficient thrusts. “I’m yours… just yours… only yours…” She was moaning uncontrollably now, saying words she could barely understand, as pressure built within, because she knew what it meant. She was about to get wrecked into smithereens. But she didn’t want her first climax with him as his wife to happen alone.

"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."