Hot Marriage Stories Novels & Stories

Still… the idea refused to leave. “So,” Camille said, sliding a glass of wine toward me as she perched on the stool opposite mine. “How are things with Mr. Hot CEO?” I froze mid-sip, but she raised her glass before I could protest. “Wait. First, a toast.” I grinned and lifted my glass. “Alright, what’s the toast?” She cleared her throat dramatically. “To freedom from awful gold-digging men, a full girl-boss glow-up, and better money, better connections, and… better cocks in the future.”

Chapter 1: 3 Years Without A Cock Janet’s POV It's the third death anniversary of my husband. Three years without love… without care… without his big black cock. Three freaking years without having my legs spread apart to the edges of the bed as he banged me, cock hard in, breaking me just to fix me all over again. Three fucking years without the splash of his hot milk in my wrecked wet pussy, belly, and all over my dirty milf body. And three damn years without having my leaking cunt dripping a mix of his cum and my pussy juice after every wild session that leaves my legs shaking hours later.

He took her to the back hallway toward the mudroom, away from the noise of the gathering. "What the hell were you and Dante talking about?" His voice was low and tight, like something wound too hard. "Nothing. He offered me a drink," she kept her tone even, trying to control her breathing as he stepped closer, too close. Her back hit a deep, wooden cubby and his arms caged her on either side without touching her. "And? What did he want?" He grazed his nose against her cheek when she turned her face to the side. "He was telling me about his mate. Both our mates died fighting pack wars, so-"

With translation apps on our phones and a lot of flirty smiling, we got along just fine. Everywhere we went, we met the coolest, most interesting people. I’m sure there were some assholes in the mix, but I don’t remember them! We were too damn happy, cutting loose and seizing the day. Hannah and I also naturally had it in mind to seize some European cock. We’d already had some amazing adventures. In fact, as our train rocked along, we were sprawled out in seats opposite each other in a kind of postcoital stupor from our first few European weeks. Lush, lascivious memories swam through our heads. I knew I’d stored away sexual recollections I would hold dear for the rest of my life. In a midsiz

“Now what are we to do with her?” “Anything, my dear Clara.” replied Narissa. “Anything at all. We can bring different men to fuck her everyday until her pussy shies away from cocks.” “Good idea.” “I know, right, Loretta?” “Or we could turn your into our very own Onlyfans star. Make money from videos and pictures we sell of you.” “N-no, please.” “What do you say, Renee?” Narissa asked the woman who had been sitting on the bed the whole while. “What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?”

Because why the heck do I still perceive him right here on the train? I never knew sex could be so intriguing. I never experienced my body vibrating the way it did last night. My core clenched even as I thought of it now. I tried to wave it off my mind. All to no avail. Did he mean what he said? About Gabriel agreeing to the marriage four years ago simply because he wanted me? That bastard! Always in constant, unhealthy competition with a man a hundred miles away from him. I sighed. “Don’t go, Maya,” his words softened as much as his eyes did. Those were Williams’s exact words earlier this morning.

When he finally released her lips, he whispered, "Well, you're my dirty nasty slut for the whole summer. Your ass is mine for the next three months." "I don't get to have you fuck me after the cast comes off?" she pouted. Images of how he could take her without the cast flooded his mind, all the different positions he could fuck her ass in. "Well, maybe longer than three months," he agreed. (End) New story from next Chapter..

“Including the fact that your husband is currently losing another small fortune at the blackjack table.” Charlotte’s breath caught. The blunt truth should have embarrassed her. Instead, it sent a rush of heat between her legs. Reyes moved closer, stopping just inches away. “You deserve better than being ignored on your own honeymoon. A woman like you… with a body like yours… should be worshipped.” One of the younger officers , a muscular man with warm brown skin and a smooth shaved head , spoke up. “We can give you what he won’t.” Charlotte’s heart pounded. This was insane. She was married. She was on a cruise ship in the middle of the ocean. And yet the idea of being taken by these three po

She wiggled her eyebrows. I rolled my eyes, waving her off. “His best man is also a hotshot lawyer. I’ve met him a few times. He and Jake started a firm together after graduation. He’s really hot. Has been single for years too.” “Does Jake know you’re calling other men hot?” “He agrees with me.” “Maybe he needs to rethink this marriage thing with you.” She nudged me playfully before linking arms with me and pulling me toward the elevator.

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