Novel & Cerita Erotic Wife Fantasy

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

I was doing it because I wanted to break free from the chains that had held me captive for years. I always thought that being a good wife and getting closer to God would free me from the bad karma of my past sins, and a priest asked me to be more private and avoid makeup that made me look like my old self. I thought if I did that, my marriage would run smoothly. Being a pious wife would lead my family on a loving path. But in reality, my husband didn't want a good and pious wife, he married me because he saw me as a woman who could fulfill all his sexual fantasies.

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.”

She totally broke with her past, this would not be a passing encounter, she was enchanted by each of her three lovers, Rafael Rocha, because she would bump into each one of them, still choosing those who would attract her more than her husband if he indulges his sexual fantasies. She had countless erotic desires, which she was fulfilling with her three men having wild sex. How long they stayed, no one knew for sure, she lived a one-night fantasy in which her body was the source of sexual desire. After that meeting, she came home the next day, her husband did not say anything, he did not know what she was doing either, but they barely spoke, which resulted in her being more distant with him,

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…

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.