Erotica Married Novels & Stories

Why don't you read that and then decide? 'I can't do that. I'm a married woman' 'What on earth has that got to do with it? In fact many couples use erotica to spice up their sex lives.' I looked straight at Julia and added 'Assuming it needs additional spice' Julia nodded her head unconsciously confirming that hers did. I continued 'Now look just read this and tell me what you think'. 'I couldn't possibly read it with you here.' 'Ok. I'll go and make a brew and you can join me when you're done.' Without giving her chance to argue any more I turned and walked off to the kitchen.

I muttered huskily. "Oh...It's about Eric. He's back." She cried. The intensity at which I thrust into her was now slow-paced to give her the opportunity to discuss without screaming and shaking. "I know. Did he find the girl?" I asked, adding saliva to my shaft for faster lubrication. "Yes. He did. She's married to him..." It made me burn and I Fu*ked Maisy with the rage I felt. She screamed harder but meeting my thrust like she enjoyed the moment.

As he said this I held my chest tight, his words hit me hard like an arrow had pierced me straight at my heart and it was painful. “Dante..” hot tears streamed down my eyes. “There’s no need for you to be here, Erica. I had gotten married to you because I wanted a child from my mate, but you haven’t even given me a child, not even a miscarriage. You know you are not the type of woman I want. You are a pathetic worthless wolf, Erica. Leave. Sign the papers and leave.” He picked up the file he had left back on my Vanity table and handed it to me.

We just wanted to spice up our marital life. My name is Diego. I’m thirty-four, fit from years of gym discipline, and married to Susan for six years. Our sex life had become routine, comfortable, but predictable. After months of talking about it, we decided to explore. We connected with two other couples online through a private, discreet swinging forum. Everyone was vetted, tested, and on the same page: no pressure, just fun and fantasy.

she dug her fingers into his hair and shuddered underneath his burning passion, delighting in the rush of intimate exchange between them, and the arousal of their bodies exploding underneath the tub's shallow water, her soft ecstatic moans accompanied by his orgasmic grunts, as they pushed back and forth against the bathwater, relishing in the allure of each others feel and the fidget of climax, nothing could pull him away from her at this point, nothing except the annoying buzz of his ringing cell phone. His phone only rang for two reasons, it either meant the job was done or something had gone terribly wrong, loosening his grip around her hips, he dropped one more kiss on her back and ste

Her sweet honey pot made me accelerate and thrust into her as she tied her legs around my waist and moaned as if she had missed the strokes. "Kill me babe... Fuck it... Go hard," she moaned. I had fucked numerous ladies even the married ones but she was extraordinarily hot and sexy. Her boobs bounced on my chest as I thrusted hard into her. Few minutes later, I could not control myself anymore. I spilled my seed into her cunt and lay on top of her as she held me tightly and kissed my neck. What a superb feeling! "I love you Charlotte, am going to do anything for you," few words escaped from my lips as I felt her warmth. She continued kissing me as if she had not heard what I had just said.

That smile which is mandatory to have it's way on every lips before the wedding of it's possessor. That smile which reminds everyone that she was soon stepping into blissful life with her husband. And why that smile was missing in the reflection? Well that's simple because this wedding for her was nothing but just a agreement to sell her body and became sex slave of that person who's action reflects nothing but brutality. I know very well that what he's upto. After this so called pathetic wedding, he'll throw me into the arms of hell from where no return seems possible. I will be officially his and he will gladly do his best to make me suffer and live the most horrible life ever.

“Dude, that’s adultery!” I narrowed my eyes at him. “It’s not. Eunice and I are not marrying each other for love, anyway.” “But you’ll be married, and every affair within the marriage is adultery,” he said as a matter-of-factly. I raised my brow. I don’t know why he’s into this adultery topic. I don’t like it. And besides, it’s not like Eunice and I are really getting married. This is a business marriage—a pragmatic one—so, it is just for papers.

I know the marriage is a contract but it was clearly stated that none of us must jeopardize the marriage. “What is it?” He asked, irritation etched on his face as he raised an eyebrow while shrugging off his coat. “What’s going on between you and Natalie?” I demanded, stepping closer to him. “Do you have any idea how humiliating this is for me?” Dominic sighed, rubbing his temples as if dealing with a child. “Ruby, let’s get something straight. You’re not my real wife. You’re a contract wife, a means to an end, did you perhaps forget, or is your little mind too crude to understand such information?” He asked, his voice dripping with condescension. It was the final straw.

I tried to get up but he pinned me down with his body. “I am sorry wife, but I won’t take no for an answer today.” “Lucian! You are not in a right state of mind. You will regret this, now let me go.” I urged. “I already regret it. I regret everything and I keep regretting.” He said and went back to trying to take my robe off looking both angry and sad. I was confused. “Do you regret getting married me?” I asked. How could I worry about this now when he was trying to strip me. He stopped in his tracks and looked at me for a while, then he leaned closer and I thought he was going to kiss me but he collapsed on my body