Novel & Cerita Erotic Wife Fantasy

A husband gives in to his wife's wildest fantasy and lets her be taken by another man. What starts as dirty talk turns into a real game of lust, and surrender. Now he craves the ache, the jealousy, and the thrill of knowing she’s coming home full of another man's cúm. ••••••••••••••••• My wife had the sexiést pússy I had ever fúcked.

“So you’re a married bitch in heat, huh? I fucking love that. Tell me one of your fantasies, go on. What would you do if you didn’t have a husband? Fuck delivery guys like me all day?” Ana bit her lip, the darkness giving her courage for the dirty words. Sweat dripped from her forehead, falling into her cleavage, and she imagined his mouth licking it all up. “Fantasy? I imagine a guy taking me at work, in the office bathroom. He pins me against the sink, hikes up my skirt, and shoves his fingers into my wet pussy, fingering me hard while I bite my arm to keep from screaming. Then he fucks me from behind, slapping my ass while I cum. No condom, filling me with cum until it drips down my legs.

With Greg’s cum still warm inside her, the sperm swimming up into her uterus, she turned and pushed me onto my back, straddled my head, then lowered her sloppy cunt right onto my face. Now, I don’t like the taste of cum and it’s creepy to think about eating another man’s spunk. Eating it out of your just-fucked wife is doubly creepy. On the other hand, when you actually see your wife’s cunt gaping open after intercourse with semen dripping out of her, it is tremendously erotic, and having her so horny as to be completely out of control is the most arousing thing in the world.

Watching my dick penetrate and pump his wife, Pete was grinning, "And her husband, too...you know how to make her husband happy! Yeah...yeah, give it to'r...give her all that dick...yeah...yeah...fuck'r!" Working the shaft that was molding her insides, she squeezed my dick in pulses, "Mmmmm...uhhhh...uhhhh...yeah...yeah, fuck me...do it...fuck me...fuck me like that!" I was fucking her from behind, while Pete was inches from the action, watching me use his wife's pussy...and I knew he was fantasizing about getting the same treatment. He was watching my balls bob and bounce, moaning, "Mmmm...fuck'r...fuck'r good...yeah...yeah...yeah, work that pussy...give'r that big dick...and the big load!

“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.

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

I drop the fake whimpering instantly, my voice turning flat, venomous, and dangerously sharp. "You called me—your husband—to deliver a threat because of a glorified grease monkey? Is he really that good in bed, Violetta? Is that what this is? Has a few weeks in a cheap loft completely degraded your standards to the point where you're begging for a man who smells like exhaust fluid?" A sharp, audible breath hitches on her end of the line. I can practically feel the wave of disgust rolling through the phone, but before I can double down on the insult, her voice cuts back in, lower and deadlier than I have ever heard it in my entire life.

Eros looked at her with dilated pupils—he was at war with himself, emotions swirling inside him: rage, frustration, and goddamn desire. He wasn't going to hold back anymore either. So he stepped toward her and grabbed her shoulders firmly. "Do you know what a wife does, Lucy?" he hissed. She didn't answer—their eyes met. "She attends to her husband," Eros continued in a low voice. "In every sense." Lucy froze. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, uncontrollably—she couldn't believe what she was hearing, but her body reacted differently. "I want you, Lucy. From the first moment you walked through that damn door. From the moment you opened that mouth to argue with me, from the moment you looked at

Some wives don't act on it (though many or possibly even most do), whether out of empathy for their husband, or timidity, or a sense of duty, or whatever, but they all want to, and they all have their own private fantasy orgies and bring themselves to orgasm by mentally fucking and sucking men known or unknown to their husbands, just as their husbands have their own fantasies. We are navigating our course atop this ocean of extramarital lust whether we know it or not. It was no surprise to me, really, to discover that my wife could be turned on by fantasizing about someone else, though the depth and intensity of her fantasy life was a bit of a shock, I have to admit. But more shocking to me

"Such a dirty little fake. You wanted this so bad, didn't you, Jay?" "Fuck, yes, Jake, please," I whined in my sleep, my body arching off the mattress as he teased my sensitive skin with a vibrating wand until I was crying out his name. "Take it," he whispered softly, driving a thick dildo deep into my core and spanking my ass with a loud clack until I was writhing against the sheets. "Ah, ah, fuck," I gasped in the dream. And the worst part was that I loved every single second of it. I snapped awake, gasping for air, my heart hammering against my ribs.