Erotic Wife Fantasy Novels & Stories

Eric moved her into the lift once it arrived. Once the doors shut, enclosing them in on their own. She turned to face him, stepping up to him so only an inch separated their bodies. Locking her gaze onto his, her fingers curled into the lapels of his dark grey suit jacket. Anchoring herself to him as his hands once more moved to her waist. Her heart pounding, a wild tempo in her chest. It wasn’t just the encounter with Eva. It was him and their need for each other. Going up on her toes, she said in his ear. “Only when you want to be kinky is someone allowed to hit your wife in a very naughty way? Namely, you.” She let her breath skim across his ear.

“It is almost as if you have done this before.” Erin giggled when she thought of all the naughty things she had done in her future life that would make her present husband blush with embarrassment. “Would it make you more comfortable if I pretended to be shy?” “No, never. I prefer you this way; confident, bold, and imaginative. No other female has ever made me this… eager.” “And no other female should. You are mine now and I will not share you with anyone else.” He grinned and kissed her deeply. “Who would have thought that my fire-breathing wife is a jealous she-wolf too?”

I said in a hesitant and accusatory tone. “I did,” he nodded his head in affirmation with a dangerous glint in his eyes. I swallowed. “Why? I thought you want me to be your wife.” He was deep in thought for a moment. Perhaps, weighing if he should tell me it not. “It's called erotic asphyxiation.” he finally said after a minute. “What?!” I choked out, brows furrowed in confusion. “It helps highlighted your org*sm.” he said simply like what he did to me was a day-to-day occurrence.

Without thinking about the desperate measures I might have to take, or the mistakes I have already made, I replied immediately, “Yes!” “I will be your contract wife and so be it!” After I replied, everything was blurry. I was losing myself and I had no control. I couldn’t help it, I saw myself falling to the width of the mansion floor. Everywhere was pitch dark. Was this the end? I didn’t understand what was going on, but I was deeply sorry for Valerie. Even when she did him badly at some point, I had no right to cross the lines of getting married to her ex-fiancé.

"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.

Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.

It was bittersweet to be reunited with her bare skin instead of being covered by latex while I fucked a woman I didn’t give a damn about. I loved fucking my wife. I slid inside until I was balls deep, my entire frame rigid because I’d just taken a hit of ecstasy. And it always felt this way…every single time. She took a deep breath when she felt me stretch her, her fingers clawing down my back as she moaned into my mouth. She widened her legs farther and moaned as she started to grind with me, taking my cock with her usual enthusiasm. Her lips trembled against mine, shaking as she breathed.

"If you're that desperate, go hump a stick." She froze, color draining from her face. She couldn't wrap her head around it. She was reaching out to her husband, and he hit her with "no shame"? Lucia didn't sleep a second. Buried under the covers, she scrolled through a forum on her phone: [The pain of a sexless marriage. What should I do if my husband's never touched me since we got married?] Some replies hinted maybe he was into guys. Others wondered if he just... couldn't.

My fingers went stiff before I could even turn the key in the lock. I stood there in a daze. Faint and unusual sounds came from within the house. I could clearly tell it was my wife's voice, and there was a man with her. They were both in my own home, engaged in something illicit. I heard a crisp smack, and my wife's voice became even more provocative. I clenched my hands into fists so tight that my veins were bulging. An indescribable ball of rage filled my chest. "Fuck!" I cussed under my breath.

Jacinta Walter POV "Hi, babe. I'm ho...me..." My voice trailed off when I walked inside my room and found two naked people on my bed, having sex and moaning like their lives depended on. I had to go back outside to check to be sure I didn't enter the wrong room, but when I saw that it was my room, I walked back inside. My jaw dropped to the ground and my body trembled as I watched my boyfriend and soon-to-be husband, banging another woman right on our bed. The room I rented with my money.