Erotic Wife Fantasy Novels & Stories

Eriantha trembled but I noticed her wetness trickle down her inner thighs, I had guessed it before, but my wife had a kink for fear, apprehension and domination in bed aroused her, just the perfect equation for me. Pinning her wrists together right above her head, I quickly undid her hair tie with the other hand, and zeroed on her, she was appalled, completely at loss at the sudden change in the course of events. "There's no hiding from your husband Eriantha. You are totally eager for taking my cock aren't you?" Her pupils dilated and she turned a darker shade of red, "I know you are wound up, and want some release Nectar. I also know that everytime my tongue is breaching you, you are imagin

Natalia was desperate to have been marriage in one piece at that time, even if it meant dealing with his bad habits like infidelity. “No, now go away. Close the door behind you, I have an erotic video call to make, woman.” Noah said and waved her away with his hand. Natalia was choked up with anger. How dare he say something like that? But then as he flashed his phone, she caught sight of a familiar background and wondered why she was even surprised. Once again, it was Wendy doing her best to have Noah all to herself. Natalia nodded energetically. “Fine. I will leave. But I will end you. You and that your little girl friend.”

I growled. “You do, Eric,” she moaned loudly. “You… you have the upper hand.” “I’m so obsessed with you,” I said between hard thrusts. “I get angry when any man looks at you. Are you going to let another man touch your body?” “No,” she cried out. “My lips, my breasts, my pussy… they are all yours, Eric. My husband.” “Say it again,” I demanded, fucking her even harder. “My lips, my breasts, my pussy are all yours, Eric!”

I just knew that it was a mess. Through the crack in the door, I saw Andrew's body pressing down on top of Ian. They were both kissing each other passionately while exchanging sugary yet disgusting sweet nothings. "Do you love your wife, Andy?" Ian asked, pouting. I had never heard such contempt and abhorrence in Andrew's voice as I did then when he replied, "If I did, I wouldn't have gotten some other guy to have sex with her and make it seem like she cheated on me."

He fucks me even harder than before, putting on a show for my husband, making sure Derek can see every detail — the way my pussy clings to his shaft, the way my arousal drips down my thighs, the way my tits bounce with every thrust. "Watch her face," Marcus tells Derek. "Watch how she looks when she comes on a real cock." Derek moves to stand in front of the desk, his eyes locked on mine. And I see it now — the bulge in his pants. He's hard. Watching his boss fuck his wife is making him hard. "You like this," I gasp between thrusts. "Watching me get fucked." "Yes," Derek admits, his voice rough. "I've fantasized about it for years. Watching you with someone bigger. Someone who can actually s

I reached between my legs, rubbing my swollen nub frantically, chasing the building pressure. The kitchen echoed with our filth—my moans, his grunts, the wet smack of skin on skin. He leaned over me, one hand sliding up to squeeze my tit through the bra, pinching the nipple until I yelped. "You like that, don't you? Getting fucked like the dirty step-sister you are. Bet you've dreamed of this, spreading your legs for family cock." "God, yes! Harder, Ethan! Make me cum on your dick!" I was lost in it, the slow burn of tension from weeks of glances exploding into this raw claiming. His pace quickened, relentless, and I felt him swell inside me, throbbing against my walls.

“The woman at the front desk, you’re fucking her, right? If you really want to make this right, then why do you still have the audacity to bring her again and fuck her at the house I lived, Jack?” “That’s not true.” “I have pictures, and that woman was more than willing to share your fair share of escapades. My self-esteem’s at its lowest and I’ve been asking myself, on top of the many questions I have already, why did my husband cheat? Is it because I don’t look beautiful enough? Am I not sexy enough? Do I bore him already?” “No. That’s not true.” Jack attempted to go near Hyacinth. She raised her hand to stop him.

I ordered before she could slide onto it. I looked at my wife and waved my hand. Her body slowy rose and lowered onto my face. I pushed my powers out and connected them so she would feel me inside of her while I feasted on her. "Go ahead." I said as I latched onto my wife's lips and sucked her sweet nectar. Her moan had me sucking harder and lapping up all of her. The Goddess lowered herself onto me and started moving slowly having me narrow my eyes. I lifted my wife up so I could speak. "This will be a one time thing if you can't have my wife withering on my face. So I expect you to ride me like your life depends on it because it might." I exclaimed as I brought my wife back to my mouth.

Someone knows something about you that even you don't know. Her phone buzzed again. This time, there was no caller ID. A message appeared. Congratulations on your wedding, Sophia. She stared at it. Another message arrived. You should ask Damien why he is so desperate to make you his wife. Sophia's breathing became shallow. Then a third message appeared. And before you walk down that aisle, ask him what really happened to your father. Sophia's hand trembled as she stared at the messages. Serena noticed. “What is it?”

“I’m such a dirty wife. My pussy is dripping just thinking about cock. I want you to fuck me raw right now—bend me over and pound this neglected cunt before you go out there and act like the perfect man.” Lucas groaned, his hand finally tangling in my hair. His cock was rock hard now, throbbing against my tongue. I sucked harder, drooling all over him, my moans getting louder and filthier. “I’ve been such a slut in my head, Lucas. Fantasizing about strange men running a train on me. Four big cocks stretching my pussy, ass, and throat while I scream like a whore. Would you like that? Seeing your wife get turned into a cum-covered mess?”