Erotic Wife Fantasy Novels & Stories

She sat on his lap and moaned at the warm contact between them, she then placed her painted red fingers at each side of his neck and moved her lips closer to his ear, she licked it and let out a shaky gasp of pleasure. Nathan smiled, his hands dangling at each side of the chair. Stella guided his hands to her breasts. He reflexively grabbed them roughly, kneading them. He put his hands into her shirt and flicked her nipples. Her nipples were already as hard as elevator buttons. Fuck! What was he doing? He was now married. This was insane. He pulled her nipples and flicked and pulled again rhythmically, her head was pulled back in ecstasy. He wasn’t even hard, her moans were loud and exaggera

The realization sends a fresh gush of wetness down my thighs. I take him into my mouth eagerly. No teasing. I suck him deep, hollowing my cheeks, tongue swirling around the head before sliding down as far as I can go. I gag a little when he hits the back of my throat, but I don’t pull back. Spit drips down my chin onto my bare tits. “Jesus Christ,” Derek groans, one hand fisting in my hair. “Your wife is a filthy little cocksucker.” Ryan’s voice is rough with arousal. “She is. And she loves it. Don’t hold back on her. She can take it.”

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

I cursed, as my cock jerked with excitement just thinking about her, and that was all it took. Scarlett consumed every corner of my mind until she became the only thing I could see. The only thing I could want. I let my imagination ran wild, as I thought of me fucking Scarlett mercilessly while she moaned my name, begging for me, and that got me arose, so I led Keira into the bedroom, while thinking of drilling my hard cock into my sexy young wife pussy. The room soon filled with ragged breathing and tangled movements as I buried myself deeper into the fantasy inside my head.

He didn't doubt that it was possible to come just from watching her eyes as she chanted his name. "I so badly want to taste you." He grunted, parting her legs farther and stroking her clit with his thumb as his fingers hit the right spot. He knew that she was close. "Come. Come for me, my wife." The last two words were like a charm. As though it had been waiting for his summon, her core clenched down on his fingers, pulsating as an earth shattering, toe-curling orgasm burst through her body. She whimpered his name as he pumped his fingers inside her, driving out every last bit of her climax.

Initially, I wasn't paying much attention, but then one of the trainers casually dropped a line that made me freeze in place. "Mark, was that woman as good as you said?" "Of course! She was wild! She invited me to her place on her wedding anniversary, but I almost got caught by her husband!" "Ha! You'd better be careful; don't get yourself killed!" "Please! I was hanging out the window, and he didn't even notice! Want to know how it ended? She kicked him to the couch, and I spent the night making love to her in the bedroom, and I only left in the morning!"

I wanted my husband to kiss me and take away my breath completely. I could see it, feel it tangibly, his lips drawing closer to mine, his eyes burning into mine. My mind floated somewhere between a fantasy and reality, his upper lip lightly brushing against mine as I slowly fluttered my eyes closed. For a second, I thought my erotic fantasies would come to life, but who was I kidding with my awful luck? A loud sound startled me so hard I felt my heart drop from my chest and thud heavier than it already had been as I jerked myself off Dominic.

Big fingers tighten on my hips and that’s the only warning I get before he impales me once more, filling me more than I think I can manage. “You just can’t help it, can you?” His wife sounds almost breathless, her nipples growing hard and prominent, almost visible through the soft material of her gown. “You’re an animal.” She can try to hide it all she wants but her body has betrayed her. She’s turned on from watching her husband fuck another woman. This is turning her on. “Ah, I can almost smell your arousal from here,” Mr Walter gloats. “You love seeing me fuck another woman so much? All you have to do is say so and I’ll give you a fucking show, sweetheart.”

“I said, come.” My breath had already turned shallow. “What? Why?” “You know why.”He drawled quietly, eyes piercing into mine. “I can give you what you want.” “What I want?” “Yes. I can make you cum in the best ways... beyond ways Felix can even dream of. Beyond your wildest, filthiest fantasies. I can make it all come true.” My heart hammered so hard, both my hands shaking by my side. “Y-you're crazy. And disgusting. I'm your brother's wife. How can you even say that to me?”

She grabbed her hand around my hard shaft and I felt as she breathed a satisfied grin against my neck, her teeth pressing against my neck. "MMmmmm babe, that's so hot. Look at how hard this is making you! I fucking love it. I want you to suck on a cock for me." This fantasy had taken hold of my wife, and I was clearly in her complete control when it came to her ideal scenario. I couldn't turn back now that we'd seen behind the curtain.