Hotwife Sex Stories Novels & Stories

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

I think we were both becoming boring. I started watching p**n on the nights that my husband was out of town, after putting the baby to sleep. I watched every type of p**n I could find, but my favorites were wives getting knocked up by strangers. I also found erotic story websites and couldn't keep out of the slut and hot wife sections. I found that after living the life that these stories portrayed, I would get very wet and have to go to my room and take care of myself. After a while, the videos began occupying my dreams. One morning I woke up after a crazy sexy dream and texted my husband.

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

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

I'm Joyce, a 42-year-old housewife, and I have a secret. No, I'm not having an affair or embezzling money from my husband's company. My secret is that I'm a hotwife. I love fucking strangers. The thrill of the unknown, the excitement of the forbidden, it sets my pussy on fire like nothing else. It all started a few years ago. My husband, Mark, and I had been married for over a decade, and our sex life had become routine. We'd fuck on weekends, missionary style, with the lights off. It was functional, but it wasn't exciting. I craved more.

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.

The risk made everything hotter, and when I came that time, I screamed so loud I had to bite his shoulder to quiet down. By afternoon I was exhausted but still craving him. We showered together, and he pressed me against the tiles, lifting one of my legs and sliding into me slow and deep while the water ran over us. He kissed my neck and whispered, “You’re not his wife anymore, Alina. You’re my little cum slut now.” I came just from his words and the way his fat cock stretched me open.

She moaned as he teased her clit, rubbing in slow circles that made her knees buckle. He lifted her onto the counter, spreading her legs wide. His cock looking thick, veined, throbbed against her entrance. “Beg for it,” he demanded, his dominant side emerging. “Please, Matthew, fuck me,” she whimpered. He thrust in hard, filling her completely, stretching her walls with each powerful stroke. The sensation was electric—his hips slamming against hers, balls slapping her ass, her pussy clenching around him greedily. He pounded relentlessly, one hand pinning her wrists above her head, the other rubbing her clit furiously. “Come for me, wife,” he commanded, and she shattered, waves of orgasm cras

or, you know, life. It’s okay that he’s talked incessantly on the drive to the hotel about his new business idea. The one that has no actual plans attached to it and consists of “well, weed is legal now in some states” and “I know some guys.” And it’s okay that even at thirty-eight, he’s still so good-looking that the clerk at the front desk looks like she’s in a bit of a daze from his focused attention. I know the feeling, sister. It’s how he got me pregnant at sixteen.

She was very wet and hasn't had a good cock in months .. right now anything and anyone that will do her husband said just get next man she sees... and then....... ************************* True story A horny wife gets what she wants. It started like any other weekend in a resort town before summer crowds come streaming in. It was a Saturday evening sun was going down the owners of their shore house were cleaning getting ready to rent out to vacationers. I was local 20 yr old walking to a party in town. As I pass this very nice condo a lady on the 2nd floor deck called out .