Hotwife Erotic Stories Novels & Stories

I just knew that it was a mess. Through the crack in the door, I saw Andrew's body pressing down on top of Ian. They were both kissing each other passionately while exchanging sugary yet disgusting sweet nothings. "Do you love your wife, Andy?" Ian asked, pouting. I had never heard such contempt and abhorrence in Andrew's voice as I did then when he replied, "If I did, I wouldn't have gotten some other guy to have sex with her and make it seem like she cheated on me."

My fingers went stiff before I could even turn the key in the lock. I stood there in a daze. Faint and unusual sounds came from within the house. I could clearly tell it was my wife's voice, and there was a man with her. They were both in my own home, engaged in something illicit. I heard a crisp smack, and my wife's voice became even more provocative. I clenched my hands into fists so tight that my veins were bulging. An indescribable ball of rage filled my chest. "Fuck!" I cussed under my breath.

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

He looked powerful, untouched by the sickness that had taken his brother. He crawled back over me, his knees forcing my thighs wide. He positioned the wet, blunt head of his cock at my pussy entrance, rubbing it against my clit in slow, rhythmic circles that had me clawing at the sheets, my toes curling into the silk. "Tell me you want it," he commanded, his jaw tight as he fought for his own control. "Tell me you want your husband’s brother inside you." "I want you," I screamed, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer until I could feel the heat radiating off him. "I want you inside me, Richard! Now!"

I let her down, only to flip her around. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, as I slammed her against the wall one more time. She told me to show her, that was exactly what I intended to do. Her breasts and cheek pressed on the wall, while I lifted her legs and slowly slid into her. “Ouuuuw…” she cried out, her voice restrained from how she was pressed on the wall. For some reason, I got hotter, my senses all slipping, my wolf almost taking over. All that mattered was fucking her cunt until she couldn't move them, until the damn pheromones stopped wrapping around me like some kind of cage. I moved my hips, slowly at first.

It infuriates me whenever he calls me by that endearment. But I. Am. No. Longer. His. Wife. I wanted to shout it at him right then and there. His face was only inches away from mine, but my nervousness vanished as he drew closer. It was replaced by irritation. Every time he called me wife, it made my blood boil. If it were in the past and he had called me by that endearment, I might have happily succumbed to his charms, eagerly waiting for the next sweet moment. I might have fallen for his manipulative gestures.

She asked him, innocent of what her question meant to him. “I don’t even know what I want,” she said, gasping now as she rubbed herself, fingering herself with increasing urgency. He watched a trickle roll down her leg and fell to his knees before her. He kissed the spot above her knee, along the inside of her thigh, where a stream would flow. She felt her legs trembling and she didn’t know if she could stand. He sucked and licked his way to the warmth she was fingering, devouring her as she began to release control. He held her against the wall, his hands supporting the cheeks of her ass, as she let his tongue lick her into an ecstasy. Her moans leapt into cries and she throbbed to the puls

"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.

“Last night when you told me your fantasy. About wanting me to fuck you like I hate you. It made me hard all over again, i could not stop thinking about it.” I felt heat between my legs. “It made me wet telling you.” He smiled small. “I could see that. The way your fingers moved, the way you moaned.” I looked down then back up. “I have more fantasies, more things I want.” “Tell me one,” he said. I swallowed. “I want you to pin me down, hold my wrists and fuck me hard while I try to fight but really I want it.” He exhaled slow. “I want that too. I want to hear you beg for my cock, then take it anyway.”

“You make me sick, Marc Garcia! I said with hurt and anger. “How dare you come here pushing your way into my house with your accusations and threats? You are an unfeeling monster! I continued with all the desperate anger that I had stored inside me for years pouring into the open. “You must be mad Marc!” I continued. “ I think you must be blind as well! do you truly believe I would be living here with my son if I were the gold digger you take me for? Am I not so attractive that you think, I couldn't have been persuaded by some wealthy man to marry me if I wanted it that way? You never trusted me in the first place! I am your wife damn it! But you never trusted me. For you, I was just bed war