Hotwife Erotic Stories Novels & Stories

He pounded into her relentlessly, the wet slap of his hips against her ass echoing loudly. “Yes! I love it,” she sobbed. The confession spilled out of her. “I’ve wanted this for so long….wanted you to ruin me.” Ethan laughed darkly and sped up. “Then say it. Tell me what you are.” “I’m… I’m becoming your whore,” she gasped between thrusts. “Louder.” “I’m your whore!” she cried, voice breaking as another orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy spasmed violently around his cock, squirting slightly onto the floor.

(Music) I made plans to be with you Girl whatever you ask me you know I can do (Music) I'll make love to you Like you want me to And I'll hold you tight Baby... We just danced until the song ended. “Thank you hon!” My wife said sweetly. “Anything for you wife!” I told her then I tighten my hug. I told the staff of harana.ph to leave the office and Laila, Mara's secretary. I heard the door close and lock, so I turned and face my wife and gave her a sweet kiss. “I love you wife!” I whispered and I hug her again.

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

I wasn't any little whore; I was in love with my husband and wanted a peaceful, healthy marriage with vanilla sex where I was treated with love and respect, unlike his father, who asked me to crawl and get on my knees and who treated me like a slut. Yes, I admit, dirty sex; the steamy, forbidden way he touched me; the way he pounded me so hard like it was the first and last time; and the way he came all over me, it all was so fifty shades of hot. It turned me on so much it fulfilled my sex fantasies, but I was a woman; I wanted a family; I wanted to be a loving, decent mother one day. “Oh fuck.” He groaned, holding my head in place as he pushed his cock deep inside my throat. I gagged. “Fuck

Kathy, a 51 year old housewife becomes a sugar baby. Enjoy.. ******** My name is Kathy. This series of stories focuses on my most recent experience in pushing the erotic envelope. They are inspired by real life experiences, but are still largely a product of my imagination. In other words I took literary license to deviate a bit from actual events. What is authentic is the fact that at middle age I entered into a sugar baby lifestyle. The feelings and emotions I experienced are very real, even if I have altered the characters a tad.

I hаd mу fingеrѕ in my fiancee’s рuѕѕу during the еntirе ѕtоrу. I couldn't just help myself. By the time she was done telling her story, my dick was throbbing painfully, and I swear her pussy had gotten wetter. My fingers were covered in her arousal. Damn, those two lesbians had turned my fiancee into a horny dog in heat and banged her in a fucking public toilet at a club, and she fucking loved it. I could tell from the excitement swimming in her eyes.

"Tell me who this cock belongs to." "You're mine!" she wailed, her fingers clawing at the sheets. "Your dick is mine! Every drop of your cum is mine! Sarah is just a vessel, Edwin... you're my husband, my king, my fucking stallion!" The intensity reached a breaking point. I could feel the pressure building in my balls, the inevitable explosion nearing. I accelerated, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my muscles straining. I drove myself into her one last time, burying myself as deep as humanly possible, feeling my cock throb against her cervix.

He chuckled as he thought of that. But he could not make the call, because the woman will find an excuse to run away again. In the end, he decides to make love to his wife in the sofa in his office without locking the door of his office. In few minutes’ time, all their clothes were on the floor. With his mouth still ransacking the woman’s mouth, his two hands on her two breasts, he was beyond himself in ecstasy, he totally lost control of himself. It has been more than six months since he made love to a woman, but that is not enough for him to lose control to this extent. There is something about this woman that always make him loose complete control of himself.

“The woman at the front desk, you’re fucking her, right? If you really want to make this right, then why do you still have the audacity to bring her again and fuck her at the house I lived, Jack?” “That’s not true.” “I have pictures, and that woman was more than willing to share your fair share of escapades. My self-esteem’s at its lowest and I’ve been asking myself, on top of the many questions I have already, why did my husband cheat? Is it because I don’t look beautiful enough? Am I not sexy enough? Do I bore him already?” “No. That’s not true.” Jack attempted to go near Hyacinth. She raised her hand to stop him.

Yvana followed up with another sneer, "Snow, don't be silly. You are still protecting her? Who knows how many men Nicole had since hooked up with, and now she's the third wheel between you and Harvey. I wouldn't be surprised if she did anything right now!" When Austin heard that, how could he bare the situations as he roared at Yvana, "Yvana Wyance, don't you overstep your bounds. Don't make me break my rule of not hitting a woman!"