Erotic Wife Story Novels & Stories

I hung up the phone and slammed the speedboat's throttle all the way down. When the boat hit the beach, the dock was as chaotic as a flea market. In the crowd, my sister, Emily Lambert, was curled up on the ground, her clothes disheveled and her appearance completely wrecked. She clutched her chest, gasping for air, her pale, sickly face streaked with tears. The island's steward, Marcus Jenner, lifted his foot and kicked her without hesitation. "Little brat, didn't you hear me tell you to get lost? Don't you know whose place this is!"

“What are you doing here… this was my house… I mean, Ethan and I love nest.” “What do you mean?” I said seriously. “Didn’t you get it? This house…” she approached me. I didn’t like the implication. “Ethan gave it to me as a gift. He let you stay here… where he also let me stay. What I mean is… we made love here over and over again! Do you understand now?” She smiled again. Pain spread through my chest. How could he do this?! “Get out of my house. I’m still his wife! I still have the right—” I tried to stay strong in front of her.

He tried to say sorry but I cut him off. I walked over and grabbed it. Hot, steel hard, way bigger than mine. Precum smeared on my fingers when I gave it one slow stroke just to feel it. I’m not gay or anything, I just know good dick when I see it and this one was gonna wreck my wife good. “Man that’s big,” I told him still holding it while it throbbed in my hand. I let go and said, “Look at my wife.” He did. His dick got even hotter. “You like her?”

"It's our duty to lust after our friend's wives. At least the hot ones." "Amen to that. And there'll be three hotties in the water tonight, I'm thinking." "That's the truth. And what Eric don't know won't hurt him." We high-fived over that one, each contemplating fucking the other's wife, with the pretty little Beth thrown in for good measure. "How far do you think it might go, tonight?" he asked, quasi-seriously. "Chemistry is your friend. Come loaded for bear. I think it may go as far as we'll let it."

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."

Her skin was warm and soft. She smelled like lilac soap and cinnamon, a smell he had gotten used to. And most of all, she's looking so pretty. Eric felt pride swell in his chest. This beautiful and amazing woman was his wife. She's his fucking wife!! Eric slid his thumbs slowly across her lips. They opened with a tiny gasp that made them all more tempting. "Kat... " "My God! I've missed you" he said and kissed her passionately. His hands were tugging at the rope on her night robe, his strong fingers in a rush that they losed the rope within minutes.

Thank you for leaving me with nothing but gratitude for listening to this broken soul. I touched his grave as my teardrop started to fall. I can't imagine this is already happened. He sacrifice his life for us. For me. For Yvelle. "Thank you for saving us, Eros. You will be forever in our hearts, in Yvelle, in me..... Look," I raised my left hand for him to see my diamond ring even though I know he can't. "I'm now the Wife of a Merciless Mafia."

Sarah screamed as she felt her nether regions tighten up so good on the long invader inside her depths. Her sweet tunnel spasmed over and over again and it was an added bonus that her husband went mad on top of her. Warren ran for the final lap until he deposited copious amounts of healthy love juice on the gasping sheathe of his wife’s delight. “Did you enjoy it? Who’s the greatest man in this world? Come on, tell me. I want to hear it from your lips, my sexy beautiful wife.” Warren asked proudly in the aftermath of their romance.

She laughed "Is a wife not allowed to do something nice for her husband on a whim? You've been so stressed this month, I felt like you deserved a nice dinner" Like I just got done saying, she's an incredible woman. Acknowledging that to myself, I leaned in and kissed her deeply. After a great meal and what most would consider too much wine for a weeknight, we headed upstairs. In no time flat we were naked and pawing at each other. For some reason, tonight more than most nights - I noted how beautiful my wife was. As I gently thrust my six inches into her I noticed her large tits swaying erotically atop her chest. I reached down and clutched her hips, more quickly pumping myself in and out of

I should turn around and slam the door behind me, but I find it impossible to tear myself away; away from the erotic scene unfolding before me. I’m glued to the sight of my menacing wife as she pleasures herself, her eyes fixed on me the entire time. She lifts her pelvis again and starts panting, her lips partially open. I grip the door jamb with my other hand when she arches her body and throws back her head as tremors shake her frame. It lasts a few seconds before she sags down onto the bed. She exhales slowly, removes her hands from inside of her pants, and flashes her eyes at me one more time as she slides under the blanket. I stare at her for some time, then turn around and slam the doo