Erotic Wives Stories Novels & Stories

“Feel that, Emma? Mommy’s pussy kissing yours. So fucking wet for each other.” “Yes… oh god, it feels amazing,” I moaned, grinding up against her harder. We tribbed frantically, pussies sliding and slapping together. I reached down and spread her lips wider so our clits could grind directly. Sarah did the same to me. The friction built quickly, pushing us both toward another peak. Jake couldn’t stay away any longer. He knelt beside us, stroking his thick cock as he watched. “My god… look at you two sluts rubbing pussies.”

He gulped hard. “I don't understand. Why would he come back for you? Are you lovers?” His wife asked. Her eyes were already burning with rage. “Y-Yes… no… no… she was my father's best soldier, okay?” Eric said. “There was nothing special between us. We were just friends, right Raven?” I chuckled in disbelief. Wow! He sure had some guts to ask me to play along with his lies. “Eric and I were lovers. We made love every single day under the dark sky,” I said plainly.

She said in an exaggerated tone. I laugh at her reaction. “Go! Laugh at me!” She pouted her lips. I rolled my eyes. “Just continue your story.” "Hmph! As what I am saying, your husband rejected me because as per him he’s already in love with someone else.” I raised my brow. She grin. “You will like what will I tell you. You don’t need to raise your brow.” I smiled at her. "Tsk. Obviously he is referring to you!” Then she pointed her finger on me.

People who I will bring down sooner or later. “I’ll go eat in my room. But I am kind of surprised that your friends are here rather than your women” that is what I said and I am just stating facts but as if on cue, he suddenly let out a laugh as if there is something wrong with what I just said. “And why did you think that Cypher would bring one, Shin?” Eric asked which made me turn my head towards his direction and I even raise an eyebrow at him. “Well simply because that is what he always does before, you know bringing his women or prostitutes inside this house” that is what I said and at that moment I just saw how the Eric was dumbfounded because of what I just said.

Fallon I forgot the time when I was talking with the wives. I only realized two hours had passed since I joined them when their husbands returned. I was enjoying telling the story of an innocent bar waitress seduced by a lustful, pathetic mafia man who almost begged to be wed to me. I held my laugh when I saw my supposed husband coming my way, dripping with sweat and unaware of all the humiliating fake scenes I told the wives. I covered my breath hitch with a smile when he immediately wrapped his arms around me as soon as he returned. I noticed the wives' eyes on us so I decided to solidify my stories by showing him so submissive of me.

I wasn't any little whore; I was in love with my husband and wanted a peaceful, healthy marriage with vanilla sex where I was treated with love and respect, unlike his father, who asked me to crawl and get on my knees and who treated me like a slut. Yes, I admit, dirty sex; the steamy, forbidden way he touched me; the way he pounded me so hard like it was the first and last time; and the way he came all over me, it all was so fifty shades of hot. It turned me on so much it fulfilled my sex fantasies, but I was a woman; I wanted a family; I wanted to be a loving, decent mother one day. “Oh fuck.” He groaned, holding my head in place as he pushed his cock deep inside my throat. I gagged. “Fuck

"We have all night. I’m going to take my time with you." He moved his mouth down to her pussy. He spread her legs wide and buried his face in her heat. He was being very provocative, using his tongue to flick her clit while his fingers stayed deep inside her. He was licking her with a slow, heavy rhythm that made Elena’s toes curl. She was thrashing on the bed, her fingers digging into the silk sheets. The erotica of the moment was intense. It wasn't about the raw power now; it was about the deep, pulsing connection between a husband and his wife.

“Take it, Victoria. Take it like the hungry wife you are.” He reached around her, his fingers finding me, wet and throbbing. He plunged two fingers inside me, his thumb circling my clit. The dual stimulation—feeling him fuck his wife while he fingered me—unraveled me. “Oh god,” I whimpered. “Look at her, Victoria,” Jonathan commanded, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Look at what you’re a part of.”

“Cheating pieces of shit. Husband and wife, both filthy whores behind each other’s backs. Now you’re going to fuck for me. Together. While I use you.” I dropped my robe, standing naked above them. My pussy was already dripping with anticipation. “Alex, get your cock hard for your wife while she watches. Elena, crawl over and suck your husband’s dick like the desperate slut you are. Taste how many other cunts he’s fucked.” Elena crawled forward, tears in her eyes, but her nipples were hard. She took Alex’s cock into her mouth, sucking him sloppily while he groaned. I grabbed her hair and forced her deeper until she gagged, spit running down her chin.

"Your wife becoming your sex slave, do you expect this to become permanent or is this a temporary thing?" "I doubt it will become permanent. She likes to read erotic books and I offered to allow her to experience the things she reads about in her books for three weeks to see if the reality was similar to her imagination." "What kinds of books?" "Reverse harem, women captured and sold as slaves, that kind of thing." "She's aroused by these?" "Yes, it's why I've offered her the experience."