Novel & Cerita Hotwife Short Stories

She said proudly. "But I want to call him my husband because I love him! I want to call him my husband because he loves me! I want to be married to him, because what we have is real, not because I want to hold on to a title... He told me to leave! He kicked me out of my house, our house, a place we were supposed to have our family. Now he has in there another woman. He is going to raise his family with her!" I said shaking my head because what she said just didn't make sense to me right now.

Lila’s hands trembled as she stepped into the dimly lit luxury suite on the 28th floor. The city lights sparkled through floor-to-ceiling windows, but her focus was on the five men waiting for her. All tall, powerfully built, dark-skinned, and exuding raw confidence. They wore nothing but loose silk robes that did little to hide the heavy outlines of their cocks. This was it , her fantasy made real. At 29, married for six years to a man whose vanilla sex life had left her starving, Lila had finally said yes to the anonymous booking.

He had an average job in banking, average build, and an average 5-inch cock that had never quite satisfied her. They'd been married three years, and the fantasy had started as pillow talk. "What if a real man fucked me while you watched?" she'd teased one night after he'd cum too quickly again. It escalated to new fantasies and wishes every njght, but one thing Cindy noticed was thst anytime she talked about her hotwife fantasy Mark's cums freehand like a broken facuet. Cindy kept her fantasy to herself, always masturbating to her lewd thoughts, but never acting on them. She wanted to remain a prim and proper wife to her husband…..keeping their bed undefiled.

We disagreed, and that led to her splashing dung outside our door. "This happened not long ago. The whole village witnessed that. Those who are evil don't die easily. That old hag is as healthy as a cow." "I'm from Ark Village, too, and this is my ID. I take responsibility for every word I say. "The Jamesons are snobs. They stuck their noses in the air just because they had a wealthy daughter-in-law. So what if they became rich? They're still cheapskates. "That old hag is a troublemaker. She doesn't treat her children equally. Every day, she would brag about her daughter-in-law's riches and how everything belonged to her son.

I ask. “Girl, you are so sheltered.” Kendra shakes her head, “His fiancée dumped him for one of his close friends.” I look at her, surprised. “Ellie, it was the hottest gossip for months. Anyway, he became a huge womanizer. He frequents different clubs and hooks up with as many girls as possible. I heard he is so paranoid about one of them trying to baby trap him, he’ll take the condom afterwards.” “That’s gross and weird,” I replied. “Anyway, you can’t tell anyone this, but they offered to pay for my school, my dad’s bills, and his care facility. All I need to do is be a wife to Maxwell for at least two years.”

"So when will you consider being truly a family with Mr. Chester?" I cleared my throat, feeling a subtle blush on my ears. Jessica, not sure who she was now relying on, managed to give birth to the child safely. After she recovered from giving birth, the first thing she did was to expose me to the media. My new company was doing well and had gained some local fame, so the news of me "abandoning my wife and child to become a husband who took his wife’s last name" quickly trended. Jessica, holding the child, cried in front of the camera, saying that I brought a strange woman home on the wedding day and left for over a year.

I ran out of strength and lay still, staring up at the ceiling. "Never thought I'd end up being called the other man online. I'm begging you. Just let me go. Go back to your family." She shook her head, the words spilling out. "I'm divorcing Randall. Once you're better, we'll get married. You'll be my only husband." A laugh slipped out before I could stop it. "I don't want that anymore. I'm not marrying you." "What about our kid?" she shot back, her voice rising. "We have a baby together. Don't you want him to have a real family?"

Even the people in the elevator were doing so. “Excuse me, are you Kristoff Marx’s wife?” The kid asked me. She was hushed by her mom and apologized to me. I looked at her and nodded. “Yes, why?” I asked. She smiled and pointed at the fruits I was holding. “He is sweet, Miss.” She told me as she was hushed by her mom once again. But this time, the people in the elevator chuckled. I looked at the fruit wrap and my eyes widened. Do not touch my wife, Hunter Looney. – Kristoff Marx.

She’s about to learn exactly how wrong feels when it’s oh so right. These are not stories that ask for patience. They demand surrender. This isn’t just erotica. This is your escape. Your little rebellion. Your delicious, dirty secret. Whatever it is, don’t fight it. That’s what this is for. So take a breath. Sink into it and let these stories take you exactly where you want to go. Now turn the page. Your adventure begins here.