Novel & Cerita Hotwife Fantasy Stories

Who give me the rough intense passionate sex I've been craving since I was a teenager. So judge me if you want. Call me a cheater. Call me a whore. Say I'm destroying my marriage. But I know the truth. My marriage was destroyed the moment I saw my husband on his knees with another man's cock down his throat. I'm just making the best of the situation I was forced into. And honestly? I've never been more satisfied in my life. The mechanic. The neighbor's brother. Both of them give me what I need in different ways. Both of them make me feel alive and desired and completely satisfied.

"It's true. Quite a few of the books I used to read were reverse harem novels. One woman having to serve two or more men. They weren't the only type I read, but maybe fifty percent." "Wasn't my brother enough of a man for you?" "Master is the most skillful lover I've ever had. The best orgasms of my life have been with him?" "Would you agree, Lisa?" Cindy asked. "Definitely. Totally cosmic cums; much better than my former husband." "The one who raped you both, who got shot? Mom and Dad told me about him." "That's the one." "So why did you fantasize about multiple men fucking you?" Cindy asked.

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.

Hans began, briefly bowing before continuing, "I mean, wife. Now that I've witnessed your reaction to those articles and seen you living with your best friend, Samara, in our former house, perhaps I cannot be mistaken in believing that you are indeed my wife, Xiellenna." I know, right. Seeing is believing. I felt caught red-handed, as if I were a criminal myself. But even if they knew the truth about me, nothing would change. The plan was set. My revenge was steadfast. There was no turning back. "Why don't you say something to me, wife? I promise I'll listen," he exclaimed, then made his way to one of the couches in the room, never once taking his eyes off me. I clenched my fists tightly, fo

"Don't remind me. I still shudder at the smell of watermelon bubblegum." She thumped a fist on thigh. "Jerk. Now is not the time to discuss how you crushed my childhood dreams." "And what are your adult ones?" he asked, grabbing her pummeling fist and enveloping it in his hand. She stilled. "My fantasy, which I'll admit has recently been upgraded, involves being mated to two wonderful, yet different men, who worship the ground I walk on, and do totally wicked things to my body." "What if I wanted to do nice things?"

“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!"

“You kidnapped someone.” Compared to me, this man was quick to anger. Everything he wanted, he had to have. “She is my wife.” A truly fucking sentence I hated. He always said Cassandra was his wife, never thinking whether he actually deserved her. “Are you trying to pressure Cassandra into putting me in jail?” I snorted. “You have a lot of problems to deal with.” I quietly searched for every way to get Cassandra out of that house: looked into her missing-case, and documented the violence he had committed both at home and in business.

"You're going to come, aren't you? I can feel it in those big Black balls. Please don't come inside me. Please, I beg you. You Black hunks dream about coming in a soft, white cunt, I know you do, all of you. But please, no, I don't want a Black baby. “My husband would divorce me. Let me suck you, I'll suck your chocolate prong as much as you want, I'll come to your house and suck you all night. Ohh, you're going to do it, aren't you? Please, I'll do anything, I'll suck you in front of your friends, I'll suck them too, I'll be your white cocksucking whore, only—" I rammed up her all the way and held my meat in her, on the verge. She squeezed her cunt on me and massaged my balls with her hands

“Surround the house. No one gets out alive. If he runs, shoot him.” Ten guards moved silently into position, their dark figures disappearing into the shadows. The remaining five stayed with me as I approached the house. As we neared, raised voices broke the stillness. “Don’t touch me! Don’t you dare touch me!” a woman’s voice screamed. My jaw tightened as I recognized the voice Mrs. Williams. “You’re my wife now,” Western snarled. “You can never leave. We’ll start our family here. If you won’t give yourself to me willingly, I’ll take what I want. I’ll rape you every night until you learn your place!”