Erotic Wife Fantasy Novels & Stories

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

Unable to stay mad at his wife but refusing to give her the satisfaction of getting ahead of him again, Tynan pretended to be inconsolable. From above the heavens, the creator of the G-phone's mysterious system smirked and stretched her hand out. "Pay up!" the Goddess of the Red Thread smirked. Love wasn't dead and she could prove it. The other Gods clicked their tongues in discontent but couldn't argue with it. The goddess won the bet fair and square. It didn't matter if they tempted the couple with money, prestige or other desires, Tynan walked away from every single one of them. It didn't matter if they removed Laura's memories, she still found her way back to him. Their love was genuine

He penetrated her deeper, causing her to cry loudly, begging and calling his name. As the wave of ecstasy engulfed her, her fingers dug into her husband’s back. Galvin didn’t hold back. His wife’s boldness to show up dressed in red that barely covers her areola awakens the monster inside him. The moment he saw her walk into his office, he had this urge to grab his coat and wrap her with it. It needed to cover that slender waist of hers, that round ass that was peeking out, and a pair of long legs inviting him to spread them wide and nestled between them. He had these vulgar thoughts upon staring at those rocking breasts, and he put action on what he fantasized about.

“Because I’m done playing the good little wife. Dante doesn’t own me. I’m mine. And I think you like that, don’t you?” Eric’s grin widened, a flash of admiration crossing his face. “You’re damn right I do. You’re not like the others. You don’t pretend to be something you're not. And I’m not complaining.” I ran my hand down his chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my fingers. The tension between us crackled, the chemistry undeniable. Eric had made me feel alive in ways I hadn’t in a long time, maybe ever. He wasn’t Dante, he wasn’t tied down by anything or anyone. He gave me freedom, control, and the kind of pleasure Dante never could.

I was married to this woman. So I could never, ever have Fae like this. Never. It was like all my earlier initiative left me and I let Sarah do the rest. She rocked and humped, my cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy, faster and faster as she created a rhythm that her undulating body followed to perfection. But I lay there, just holding her, forcing my eyes open to watch her so the images of Fae doing the same wouldn’t permeate through this experience with my wife. I realized I had been suppressing my fantasies of Fae for a long time and I knew, the moment I closed my eyes, more shocking images of her would flood me as I fucked her like I would never ever think of doing to a sister—go

, he says with a sad pout but his eyes held mischief. She clenches her jaw and hovers on him this time taking him fully surprised. "My dear husband, it was you who seduced me for a kiss. So, now don't play all innocent at all! Anyways I know you were dying for it from long ago", she says with a smirk and he gasps in amaze. "Hmmm.... feisty!", he replies as if more in a complimenting way. "I'm everything which you can't even imagine, dear husband. Feisty, fierce, submissive, dominant, caring, loving and lot more which you'll slowly get to know", she says and gets down of him and bed.

After Dominic Hatch loses his memories, he refuses to believe that I'm his wife. "If you really are my wife, why is it that there aren't any photos of us together?" I explain to him that he doesn't like taking photos. That's why we didn't even have a wedding portrait of us. But soon, Dominic digs out nine thick and heavy photo albums from a hidden compartment in his safe. The main characters in those albums are him and another unfamiliar woman. There are countless photos documenting their journey—from they were still children to when they had completely grown up. The pure and innocence on their faces slowly give way to the sappy love and affection they have for each other. In fact, Domi

Our marriage was on the skids until my wife role-played her fantasy of being my Dominatrix My wife, Freya , and I had been married nearly ten years. We had been happy, our sex life had been good, and finances secure. But lately, the spark was gone. It used to be that when we had sex, it was exuberant, frenetic, sweaty, fuck-till-you-drop raunchy humping. Now, the sex was routine. It was the same thing every time, over and over. Nothing was new and it wasn’t exciting anymore.

The sight of his naked wife and the feel of his hands on my waist, plus the vicious pounding that he was subjecting me to, brought me closer and closer to my point of no return. Boris would feel my naked back and then bring his hands from behind until he was holding my tits. I would feel his mouth on the back of my neck and shoulders, kissing and licking as he fucked away. My swaying breasts brushed against Maria’s and somewhere in those moments came the point where I could prolong my rising pleasures no more. My knees gave away and collapsing on Maria’s tits I buried my face into her neck and came. “Oh my ... I am cumming!” I groaned as Maria embraced me tightly, holding me in place while h

The married housewife surrendering to her lusts. She bent over, her large breasts swinging, and engulfed the tip of my cock. I groaned as those plump lips slid over my dick. The last man she had touched with those was her husband, kissing him goodbye as he went off to work. Now she suckled on my dick with hunger. She blew me was such a ravenous passion. I groaned, fucking the vibrator in and out of her pussy as she nursed on my cock. "That's it," I said as she bobbed her head. "Just imagine your husband doing this to you. How amazing it will be to suck his dick just like this. You see how perfect our marital aids are?"