Novel & Cerita Erotic Wife Story

I need blood straight from the vein—stronger and tastier. “I see you’re famished. Still haven’t tasted your ‘wife’s’ blood,” he teases, irritating me more. “Don’t meddle in my life, Adrian. I’m holding back from killing you. From now on, I don’t want you near my wife, my female. If I see or hear you dared taste her blood again… It’ll be the last time.” “Stop it, Eros. The jealous husband doesn’t suit you. How many of us have shared females? It’s normal for our race to share what’s ours.” My canines emerge in rage.

“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.

I pull her back and want to fuck her so badly, but she puts her hands on my chest, shoving me away. "I want to taste it," she says, staring into my eyes. "Please, Eros." "Anything for my wife." She sucks me again, going in a frenzy. I groan, letting myself get lost in the moment, in my beautiful wife taking my cock in her mouth, in my filthy, lovely wife sucking me off, spit rolling from her mouth to my tip as she stares into my eyes. "Come on my tongue," she whispers. "Come for me, Eros. I want it."

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.

His hands slid down her body, his touch firm and confident, as he guided her to the edge of the couch. Sadile felt a thrill of excitement as she realized what was about to happen, her body responding to the anticipation with a hunger that surprised even her. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, heavy and ragged, as Travis positioned himself before her, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her heart flutter. She was dimly aware of Jenna moving closer, her presence adding a layer of eroticism to the already charged scene.

Eric breaks my thoughts, “I am a vampire, too, as was my wife.” I needed to know if I caused her death, “I’m sorry about her. Did I kill her?” He smiles briefly and it reaches his eyes. Does he not love his wife? Are vampires capable of love? Eric says softly, “No, but you did compel her, and I would like to know how.”

As he filmed, Sandy lowered her face and began lapping her husband's jism from her friend's face. With sloppy sloshing sounds I began pounding my cum-drenched cock furiously as Sandy lapped and sucked at the ropes of her husband's cum. When Sandy had collected all of the errant jism that she could find, she planted a kiss on my wife's mouth. As I watched the two women open their mouths and knew that my wife was tasting another guy's cum, my cock erupted again. I hammered away at it, pumping shot after shot of the thick jism up from my balls and all over my hand. It made no sense that I should find the thought of my loving wife tasting somebody else's cum so erotic, but for whatever perverted

She trails kisses on my chest as she pulls my upper clothes off, “I know that you’ve missed me so much. Let me show you how much I had missed you.” She kisses my lips, I feel reluctant to open up. She nudges my lips until I give in, then the door barges open and the strong scent of Cora hits my nose. “You forgot your handkerchief…” she pauses while Erika and I pull away from each other. “Who the hell are you?” Erika asks her. Cora looks at me with a blank expression on her face. “She’s my wife,” I reply. A satisfied smile creeps on Cora’s lips probably because I defended her.

Dangerously quiet. Because everyone involved knew what that meant. Alex knew too much. Far too much. And if he reached Patricia before they did... Everything would collapse. Back inside Alison's office, Obadiah continued. "I was married." Patricia listened. Barely. Her entire body felt numb. "My wife and I were having problems." He laughed bitterly. "More problems than either of us admitted." The old man looked toward the window. Toward the dark Nakuru skyline. "Then I met a woman."

All I could hear was Winona saying, "Jonathan, if you keep being such an embarrassment, I'll divorce you." I did not understand what I had done wrong. An overwhelming bitterness spread through me. Still, I endured the humiliation and agreed to quit as Winona requested. All of that just to save our crumbling marriage. To my surprise, Winona suddenly changed her mind the next day. She told me to keep the job and, for the first time ever, apologized to me and admitted she had made a mistake yesterday. As compensation, she gave me a passionate kiss. Just as I tried to go further, she stopped me, claiming it was that time of the month.