Female Wedgies Novels & Stories

"Relax Frankie. The door is locked for a reason." My mother had cut me some slack ever since I stopped messing with the maids. Of course I did that only because office sex seemed to turn me on the more. The women were willing too. They knew I was fucking other women at the office too but no one would dare raise any objections for fear that they would lose their jobs. They should be grateful that someone of my status was fucking around with them and just enjoy it while it lasted. If I found out they wanted something more, I'd toss them aside and make sure they never spoke a word of what we did. I was skilled in finding dirt on people too so keeping their lips shut wasn't too much of a hassle.

he whispered, pulling out slowly, letting Lidya rest for a moment, but the desire was still there. Lidya slowly turned her body, gazing at Johnny tenderly, her eyes still filled with desire, "Johnny... I want doggy style... but this time I'll lie down...... you thrust into me from behind, okay?" she whispered seductively, her mature body shifting, now lying face down on the bed, her face towards the soft mattress, her wide buttocks slightly raised, her thighs spread wide, a silent invitation for the intimate and deep prone bone position.

] Then she forwarded another article: [If a Woman Isn't Savage Enough, She'll Never Keep Her Place—3 Tricks to Control a Cheating Man] I pretended to hesitate, then waited ten minutes before replying. "Will that... actually work?" She answered immediately. [Obviously! Why would I ever hurt you?] I replied like I was torn. "Okay... I'll try." *** The next afternoon, Mom and Zoey showed up empty-handed. The second Mom walked in, her eyes started darting around the suite.

That's what makes them worthy. From Business, the topic is shifted to girls and how beautiful they are. Each one of them is probably going to drive one to a hotel room. All three have wedding rings on their fingers but forever doesn't apply to humans. They never commit to partners and are always jumping from one partner to another. One blonde approaches me with a seductively big smile. Her black dress only covers the ass and the nipples. It is open at the back and shredded at the stomach. It leaves nothing to the imagination.

Gwen looked at Lydia's smile and rosy face and knew she had a happy time. "Did you have s.ex?" Gwen spoke directly. Lydia ducked her head shyly, "No." "Really?" Gwen looked at her skeptically. "Really. Vince has never crossed the line." "Okay," Gwen nodded. "Don't have s.ex too early, or this won't be good for your body." Gwen leaned into her ear, "Not only to get your body back but to get your p.ussy back, you know?" Lydia was surprised, "How?"

I let out a moan when I saw myself in the mirror without clothes, I didn't sense that he removed my dress. "I'm just joking, Kayzer!" I said in a small voice. "For me, it wasn't." He brought me to the bed, the towel that covered his lower body loosen so I removed it. Widened my eyes when I saw how big his dick for me. Good thing I drank my pills earlier. "Expect a sex from me because you are my wife even this is only for your revenge," he said before kissing my nipple. I tweaked his hair while he was coming inside me because it hurts, I've never thought we would be like this on our first day.

Tina suddenly grabbed my hand. "Wanda, this diamond ring is huge!" Easton glanced at it and scoffed. "She probably bought it off some bargain app. Synthetic diamonds are dirt cheap these days." One of his friends, Tony Spencer, chimed in, grinning widely. "Exactly, Wanda, don't be so vain. If you're so desperate to get married and Easton's out of your league, I might as well do you a favor!" As he reached out with his yellowed teeth flashing, trying to touch my hand, I slapped him away hard. "Get lost!"

She threw her head back, her neck straining as she immediately began to ride his fingers, grinding her pelvis forward and forcing his hand deeper inside her. "Fuck, yes... right there. Don't stop." On the velvet chair across the room, Zavia and Gigi watched them for a brief moment, their breathing heavy. A wicked, knowing look passed between them, and then they completely ignored the married couple, resuming their own fucking with an even higher, more frantic intensity. Zavia grabbed Gigi by her hips, pulling her down flat onto the floorboards. She threw her own leg over Gigi’s hip, locking their bodies together.

“Look at these fucking muscles,” Mary growled, squeezing my arms, shoulders, and chest like she owned them. “Fuck… look at that big muscle,” Gigi moaned, her eyes locked on my body. “I think we just found our extra sausage,” Mary purred. Gigi had already fished my rock-hard cock out of my white cotton boxer briefs. The cold air hit my throbbing 9¾-inch meat as her long fingers, decorated with gold rings, wrapped around my thick shaft and started stroking. Mary reached around and joined her, both older women gripping and pumping my cock together with their soft, warm hands.

I woke to my phone buzzing incessantly, notifications flooding in faster than I could read them. "Alexander Calvert and Lila Clement Marry in Twist That Shocked All" "Jilted Bride Marries Best Friend Hours After Third Abandoned Wedding" "The Wedding Day Switch: How Lila Clement Went from Abandoned to Married in One Day" By afternoon, everyone knew what had happened five days ago. The story had exploded across every gossip site, society page, and social media platform. Photos from our courthouse wedding were everywhere—candid shots someone had taken of us leaving the clerk's office, me still in my wedding dress, Alexander in his suit, both of us looking shell-shocked and tentatively happy.