Hotwife Encounters Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 80 Rita's pov The television screen on the wall of the living room was flashing with an aggressive red banner. I stood in the center of the rug with my hands wrapped around a mug of coffee that had gone hours ago. The noise coming from the speakers was a mix of reporter voices overlapping each other. "A secret courthouse wedding, a midnight rooftop romance and a huge empire hanging in the balance " a woman with blonde hair shouted into her microphone standing right in front of our downtown corporate building.

Everyone in the family came to the parent's house because they all knew Devon Hightower was coming to visit after so many years. They also heard that he was bringing his wife of three years to the house for all the family to meet for the first time. All were invited to the wedding but many Hightowers did not attend. But Evan’s girlfriend who was away for the wedding didn't expect to see a girl like Zari. First, she thought for sure she would be Caucasion, or European. And if she was going to be a foreigner, her brain automatically thought Asain, but fair complexed. But when she saw it was Zari, this is really shocking! "Cherry this is Devon my older brother and his wife Zari Jones Hightower

Or you will act nice to her so that your wife doesn’t find out, you have been visiting the number one Escort business in Port City. She scanned the party and recognize most the men there with their pure and elegant wives. She met the eyes of one of her regulars who winked at her and she smiled. She remembers him as a lover of bdsm. He always complain that his wife is so stiff in bed like a stick and doesn’t know anything romantic to get the mood flowing. Poppy checked out the woman near the man and laughed in her head. All these so called pure and well breed ladies are just empty barrels behind closed doors. All their secrets are in her hands and she will use it to manipulate this party into

Angela Every women's dream is to have a perfect household. We won't settle for less for we women are destined for something bigger and brighter tomorrow for our family. That's how I look things up and continued to serve as a mother and a wife. But, I never thought that life will give me a fucked up challenge. "What? I thought Mr. Takahashi and I talked about this. He knew that I'm on a one-week vacation, right now. Hence, what's up with that old man!" I can't help to yell. "This is absurd," I said with an annoying voice.

"You're here at the right time Violet..we were just about to start the duties of a wife in a Christian home" ** It was closing time. I still feel some women staring at me and some of them gossiping loudly. Some like the fact that I was married at this age and was handling it with maturity and some didn't like it at all. Ella ran into the adult church and came to me. "What?" I asked her

Amythest regained her balance and walked over to the window. "How come you didn't tell me about your husband?" In hushed tones, I inquired. She scowled and drew her brows together, as if she didn't understand why I was interested in his husband. She moved away from me and said, "Umm.... he works as a body bulder." I turned around to face her and showed her my biceps once more. Despite the fact that I am not a bodybuilder, I do have abs and biceps. With a thud, she walked into the washroom, rolling her eyes. She shut the door in my face, as though I was invading her personal space. I slapped my face in humiliation and attempted to inquire about her love life.

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy

The moans fill your house the moment you open the front door. Your body reacts instinctively, unsure who is with her, how many there may be or in what way they are defiling your wife. In the month since your birthday surprise, she has taken her role of hotwife to an entirely new level. Over the last week you’ve come home to the sounds of her getting fucked and used on four different occasions. Each time you quietly snuck into the room, assumed your position on the floor and waited for permission to stroke your cock while you watched.

She exposed that pussy that brought my Natalie into the world. My mouth salivated as Ms. Bishop swung from the pole again. She scissored her legs wide, her pink folds spread wide. You could see into her snatch while her butt-cheeks slid up and down the pole. She was such a dirty slut. "That was the hottest MILF in town," the DJ boomed. "Hope herself!" "Buy her," I groaned to my girlfriend. She rose and nodded, licking the last of my cum off her hand. She rushed over to the waitress and whispered to her. The waitress nodded and headed back. Natalie darted back over and grabbed my hand. She pulled me up.

They made him suck their cocks to get them hard again, his jaw aching from the girth. By dawn, Cindy was exhausted but glowing, lying in a puddle of semen. She pulled Mark close and kissed him. "I love you so much for letting me be this dirty. You're the best cuck a hotwife could ask for." Mark came untouched just from her words, his tiny orgasm adding to the mess, his heart skipped a painful beat, because his mistress will definitely punish for cumming without her permission. But deep down in that throbbing dick, he anticipated his arousal.