Erotic Wife Fantasy Novels & Stories

During this period, Georgia called me countless times. At first, it was all insults. She called me ruthless and accused me of abandoning her to survive on her own. Later, it turned into begging. She cried and pleaded with me to help her family for the sake of our eight-year marriage. “Simon, I was wrong. I was really wrong. I shouldn’t have gotten involved with Fernando. I shouldn’t have listened to his nonsense. I’ve always loved you! “Simon, if you’re willing to invest in our company again, I’ll do anything for you! I’ll even beg on my knees!”

A man whose greatest fantasy had been to watch another man fuck his wife until she was screaming his name, begging him to plunge his dick even deeper into her and breed her even though she knew damn well that the man wasn’t her husband. My cock throbbed and grew, hardening even more despite having just spewed out cum, and I knew that it was about time that I also got started. “Come on, Dustin. That pussy is all yours, don’t tell me that’s all you’re going to do to it.” I said, stroking my cock as I egged Dustin on, and along with his tongue, two fingers pumped in and out of my wife’s pussy. My grip around my dick tightened as I stroked my cock faster to the sight of another man licking the c

“I jerked off to your stories for years—imagining breeding you while you lay helpless like this. My worthless son had no idea what a filthy little whore he was marrying.” He fucked me faster, the bed creaking violently beneath us. My orgasm slammed into me without mercy, intense, shattering waves that made my toes curl. I could only whimper and moan brokenly, “Fuck… fuck… Victor…” as my pussy gushed fresh cream all over his cock and balls. Victor didn’t slow. He rode me through it, growling filthy praise. “This is only the first fantasy, sweetheart. We have five more tonight.” He pulled out with a wet pop, my cunt gaping and fluttering emptily. With effortless strength, he flipped me onto my

He pinned her down and kissed her violently, suppressing all her protests. They had been married for years. Romeo knew how to make her submit and get her into the mood. Soon enough, only groans and moans came from the private room. The erotic sound that the room couldn’t contain, which had not been soundproof, to begin with, would have made anyone redden in shame. Lester would never believe the wife he had thought was virtuous and innocent could be so licentious. Rose, who had been restrained with Lester to maintain a facade and give him a sense of superiority for almost two decades, was very unrestrained and vented all her pent-up desires and all other emotions.

She felt his fingers teasing the clit as he ran his finger up and down her hole. "Killian," she whimpered as she tried to push him off. Killian pulled her closer with a rough jerk and slapped her womanhood. "Oh, you’re so wet, Schmetterling, yet you’re pretending to hate this?" Rara turned her head to look up at him. There was raw amusement in his voice. “A wife should know how to satisfy her husband.”

I wasn't any little whore; I was in love with my husband and wanted a peaceful, healthy marriage with vanilla sex where I was treated with love and respect, unlike his father, who asked me to crawl and get on my knees and who treated me like a slut. Yes, I admit, dirty sex; the steamy, forbidden way he touched me; the way he pounded me so hard like it was the first and last time; and the way he came all over me, it all was so fifty shades of hot. It turned me on so much it fulfilled my sex fantasies, but I was a woman; I wanted a family; I wanted to be a loving, decent mother one day. “Oh fuck.” He groaned, holding my head in place as he pushed his cock deep inside my throat. I gagged. “Fuck

It took every bit of my strength and will to fight back my urges, for the sake of my wife, yet as time gradually passed with that woman in sight, my will slowly failed me. I love Lia. I do…but after months of getting entangled with that woman named Eridessa Joseph, I kept getting enthralled by her charms. Her beauty….Her guts…Like an addiction. One time, it was a mistake…the second time around, I'm no longer sure if it was…the same as the other times that followed. That woman was ready to take me in. Wherever and whenever I wanted to. She was wild and interesting, unlike…Lia… I love my wife but I admit, I have my fantasies in bed that she couldn't fulfill…she's innocent, after all…

She fucked herself hard while her other hand pinched and twisted her aching nipples, her brain replaying the feel of marcus strong hands on her breasts from the slip earlier, his powerful body pressing against her. His image in her mind pushed her over the edge. She came hard, biting her lip to stay quiet, her body shaking with the first real orgasm she’d had in years. The guilt hit immediately afterward, but the pleasure lingered, leaving her breathless and shocked at how vivid the fantasy had been. The fire instead of being quenched, was highly ignited…Tamara wanted more…..wanted those strong hands to grip her boobs tightly……she wanted him to dominate her. The principal's wife slutty Era j

You were not worthy. A worthy man took her ass and the look in her eye tells you that she is loving every moment of it. His cock stretches her slowly, your own scraping against the denim and yearning to be touched. As his head finally pushes through the barrier, your wife lets out a loud, guttural moan, the cock in her throat muffling the sound only slightly. “That’s it, gag on that cock while Hubby watches, you little slut.” They continue to take what they want, using her in a manner you have only fantasized possible and your hand drifts down to your crotch, grinding against your hard shaft.

I should turn around and slam the door behind me, but I find it impossible to tear myself away; away from the erotic scene unfolding before me. I’m glued to the sight of my menacing wife as she pleasures herself, her eyes fixed on me the entire time. She lifts her pelvis again and starts panting, her lips partially open. I grip the door jamb with my other hand when she arches her body and throws back her head as tremors shake her frame. It lasts a few seconds before she sags down onto the bed. She exhales slowly, removes her hands from inside of her pants, and flashes her eyes at me one more time as she slides under the blanket. I stare at her for some time, then turn around and slam the doo