Husband And Wife Erotica の小説・ストーリー

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

I was alone at home. My wife, Queenie Sullivan, had said she had to attend a business function. It was already very late into the night, yet she still hadn't returned. Clutching my stomach, I fought through the pain as I dragged myself to prepare some ginger tea for her. Queenie returned home drunk. She looked upset, as if something were weighing heavily on her. I offered her the ginger tea, but for some reason, she reacted with sudden irritation. She slapped my hand away, sending the cup of ginger tea crashing to the floor. Then, with a cold expression, she kicked me right in the stomach.

Instead, I heard soft, intimate sounds coming from the master bedroom. Even right under his wife's nose, they were chasing their thrill to the very end.

He expected nothing to be held back and I worked hard to insure nothing was. I was faithful to his rules, the hardest of which was not to masturbate without his permission. Sex with my husband was almost non-existent so self gratification was the only sexual outlet I had. My new found lifestyle had stirred many erotic emotions within me and I longed for that release. I could ask for his permission by e-mail, but this meant waiting for his response. With no way to call him, my only other recourse would be to wait for him to contact me. Normally, he would allow me this sexual release, so long as I would later describe it to him in detail.

he murmured against her skin, his hooded eyes devouring her flushed face as she whimpered, “I want you, hubby.” He leaned in, capturing her lips again, swallowing her moan as he deepened the kiss. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her beneath him as he rocked his hips, thrusting deep into her wetness. Sofia gasped as her husband’s hard long dick penetrated her weeping pussy. Their bodies moved together in a rhythm as old as time—primal yet tender, rough yet reverent. Each thrust spoke of possession, devotion, and the undeniable bond that tethered them together.

Eric walked in completely naked, his strong body glowing in the moonlight and his cock was already half-hard. “E… Eric?” I whispered. I jumped out of bed and ran to him. I hugged him tight, then dropped to my knees in front of him. I took his cock in my hands and started rubbing it slowly from the tip all the way down to his balls. Eric bit his lip and gathered my hair in his palms. “Where have you been, my husband?” I asked, still stroking him. “And why have you been treating me with such hatred?”

I felt so good because I sat on his hard masculinity. I was like a frog on top of my husband because my knees were bent sitting on top of him. I lifted my ass a little when Theron grabbed the end of his boxers. "Theron, I miss it inside me," I said to my husband. I saw that he closed his eyes when I touched his length. I gently masturbated his fat and long dick that I estimated was around ten inches. "Oooh, Athara," he growled. It was good to hear my name being moaned by him.

The fire flares wildly, my nails dig into his shoulders again, my breath coming out rasping now. "I know what you want, my love. And I'm going to give you all you desire," he promises. "You are mine, just as I am yours. Only you have yet to prove it. You must accept my true nature," he claims softly with a yank on my hair. The pain of his action is lost as I feel his cock pull out of me with a tug. The burning sensation it gives is murderously delicious. Our mixed love juices seep out of me, the room fills with the scent of our horniness. I swear I'm going crazy tonight, these unfamiliar feelings inside me make me forget everything around me except my husband. All those second thoughts will

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

Her channel clasping down on his cock in her need to reach the finish line. A male shout filled the room as Eric moved in a pagan rhythm as old as time. One hand on the wall near her head and the other gripped her hip, as he began thrusting and driving in deep and hard, Cat sunk her nails into Eric’s shoulders as her body tightened and her channel milked him, crying out in release, Cat bit his shoulder. Eric secured his grip as he pushed his member into her for a final thrust, ejaculating his seed into her womb. Breathlessly, saying a few minutes after, “Let’s never tell anyone our wedding night happened in a shower.”