Erotic Wives Stories Novels & Stories

Elena twisted beneath them, her internal muscles clamping down around Killian’s length with a desperate, involuntary friction, her body entirely corrupted by the dark, addictive nature of their dominance. She was no longer the discarded wife. She was the epicenter of their collective, multi-year obsession. The raw velocity of Killian’s movements pushed her over the precipice within minutes, her body shaking violently as a shattering, white-hot climax ripped through her core, her muffled cries dying against Jaxon’s palm. Killian let out a low, guttural growl, his pace accelerating into a final, punishing series of thrusts before he buried himself deep inside her one last time, his entire fram

“One thing, to write a romance novel.” “Me too. Never liked those types of novels.” “There is one more type that I don't like.” “What type is that?” “Where the husband cheats his wife, and she faithfully prays that he will return to her and that they will live happily ever after.” “Just, look at our Lady Vertina.” “What's with her?” “The last time, I heard about her, she had three lovers and two husbands.” “Three lovers and two husbands? ” “Yes. Do you know, what's the best part?”

Seeing she was interested, Antonio told her some of the intimate things the woman in submission could be forced to do. Then he said wistfully. "All the husbands claim there's no arousal like the one you get from watching your own wife in an erotic feminine confrontation with another woman." Smiling hopefully, he said. "It's very secretive, intimate and private. No outsiders are ever allowed. It's just what it's meant to be—a little intimate secret erotic club. "Honey... ," Molly said, smiling up into his handsome face. "I have a little secret to confide to you also," She giggled, "it's kind of embarrassing."

"My husband would love to have another woman come to bed with us. By the way, don't be surprised if Vicky comes over at some point." "What's her deal?" he asked. "She's married right?" "Yep," she replied. "She's married to a guy named Eric. From what I understand, she's one of those women that it's really hard to make have an orgasm," she explained. "The only one she's ever had, if she's to be believed, was from some guy in college who was about your size." "Wow!" he replied, unsure of what else to say. "So it's understandable that she's a little enamored of your situation," she said.

“However, I don’t think there is such man in this world.” “Well, there are many men out there, once you get your revenge, you can set out on your adventure. I’m sure you will meet worthy men along the way.” “I guess so.” “I’m not liking this little fairy anymore. This little fairy is giving my wife bad influence. She’s giving my wife ideas that I’m not approving of. How dare she tries to find other men for her, when her husband is still alive,” said Eric, talking to himself.

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.

Without thinking about the desperate measures I might have to take, or the mistakes I have already made, I replied immediately, “Yes!” “I will be your contract wife and so be it!” After I replied, everything was blurry. I was losing myself and I had no control. I couldn’t help it, I saw myself falling to the width of the mansion floor. Everywhere was pitch dark. Was this the end? I didn’t understand what was going on, but I was deeply sorry for Valerie. Even when she did him badly at some point, I had no right to cross the lines of getting married to her ex-fiancé.

On the contrary, I did not find it embarrassing to be washing my wife's undergarments. However, for the first time ever, I felt an agonizing pain shoot through me. There were visible milky stains on Winona's underwear. It was clear that this man could better satisfy Winona. I resisted the urge to cry and interrogate Winona over the phone. Perhaps I was mistaken. I wanted to hide myself away in denial, but the stains right before my eyes kept reminding me that my wife cheated on me. For the first time, I felt extremely useless and powerless. Still, I chose to live in denial.

He totally did not expect Nicole to know martial arts. Back then he just condoned whatever that Dillon did, but the latter had been taking advantage of that time and time again! And now Dillon dared try to strike Nicole in front of him! 'This husband-and-wife pair is beyond saving!' "Hmph, serves you right! You're an elder and you dare strike the young so nilly-willy. Have you forgotten Nicole's status now? Everything we Riddles have today is because of Nicole, so what in damnation are you lot quarreling for?"

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.