Erotic Wives Stories Novels & Stories

She answered, biting down her lip. The woman’s eyes lit up even further, “Oh really? I do too.” Then she paused, a short laughter leaving her mouth as she pointed to her stomach, “At least I used to before this happened, but it feels so good to finally meet a ‘Billy-Wife’ whose job isn’t a model, actress or luxury brand owner.” “Billy-wife?” Katelyn’s brown knitted in confusion. “Billionaire wife.” Mr Ericson answered for her, gazing down at his wife with unbridled affection, “That’s just what my wife calls them for short.”

"Feel that? Your husband's cock buried in your tight little ass. While your clit gets worked. You're going to cum so fucking hard." I moaned. Pushed back to meet every thrust. He grabbed my hips, slammed in deep over and over. "Take it. Take it like the filthy whore you are, my dirty little wife." The words hit me. The cock in my ass. The vibrator on my clit, it built fast. "Cum," he growled. "Cum now." I did. Screaming into the pillow, my body shaking. Ass clenching tight around him, pussy pulsing. He kept fucking me roughly and deeply. Through every wave.

Being worshiped and pleasured by three sexy as hell men. After sucking my sensitive and throbbing clit, Ethan held my head and turned it to his side of the bed before slipping his own throbbing cock into my mouth. He was perhaps the most vocal of all the men on this night, as he peppered me with dirty words and erotic questions. Asking me if I was a slut and if I liked being used as a whore, strangely enough I found this degrading talk aroused me further, and I played along with him answering every question and degrading thing he had to say.

Eric quipped. "What do you mean?" Cassandra didn't accept it either. This is the biggest fight between the two of them. Cassandra and Eric shouted at each other. "You're the same as a bitch. No wonder you can do disgusting things like this because your mother also did the same thing. She cheats, likes to steal other people's husbands, and likes to destroy marriages. Making the woman whose husband snatched die in an accident because of the sadness it causes by the bitch and her husband.

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."

“Honey, I would like to have a threesome," my husband suddenly said while we were cuddling. I was stunned by his sudden request but didn't revoke the idea. In this marriage of ours, we were three. Me, my husband and his twin brother. He always spent time with us even now that my husband and I were cuddling, he was on the other side of our large bed. “Sure, I don't mind," I muttered, kissing him lightly on his lips. His brother Harry initiated the first kiss, touching my breasts while my husband teased my clit with my lingerie, pulling it in between my folds.

he whispered. The ache in my chest felt sharper than it had on the operating table. I remembered how, once upon a time, Eira had loved me and our son. She had stayed up nights picking names for him, bought out every toy store in town for his birthday gifts, and read childish fairy tales to him while I lay feverish.

Her waist dipped inward in a tight curve, leading down to full, wide hips and a round, soft ass that made my mouth go completely dry. Anita let out a quick, quiet squeal, her cheeks flushing bright red as she grabbed her towel off the floor, quickly wrapping it around her chest again. "Kayzer, turn around," she snapped, her voice trembling as she backed away toward her closet. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Anita," I stammered, quickly spinning on my heel to face the blank wall. I closed my eyes and cursed under my breath, telling my dick to stop being so damn hard. But the vivid image of her bare breasts, her pink nipples, and her smooth thighs was burned directly into my mind.

Its really the little things. My eyes widen. "So, he's sleeping with married women then? Or outsiders?" I asked. "Just how naive are you? The men have whores. You know the family deals in whorehouses and clubs, strippers for their use" she explains then smooths her fingers over a cream dress, smiling at the richness of the fabric as if she didn't just drag the mat of blissful ignorance from under me. "Most women prefer when their husbands use whores to satisfy their... cravings" Eva explains slowly.

If I did, I would fall apart. Madison reached for my hand under the table, squeezing tight. Her eyes were wide, terrified. Around us, the whispers grew louder. “She’ll run, won’t she? Eric’s wife?” “Poor thing. She doesn’t even have a wolf.” “Who would chase a wolfless female?” “Killian, obviously.” “Or Eric, to keep her.” “Gods, imagine the blood if those two go head-to-head in the woods…” I wanted to disappear. Eric suddenly stormed forward, face purple with rage. “She is not running!” he roared, grabbing my wrist so hard I whimpered. “She is my wife!”