Kisah Selingkuh Dewasa Novels & Stories

“I can hear you thinking. Relax. Everything’s fine. No one is going to find out.” Maybe she’s right. There may be some feelings on both sides, but we both know it can’t go further than a physical relationship. So, it’s just sex. Great sex with a woman I’ve known since she was thirteen who is now twenty-one and fucking sexy as hell and takes my dick better than anyone ever has. Lucas won’t find out and one day we won’t be doing this and we will have gotten away with it and everything will be fine. “Do you want to have sex again?” Her words cut through my thoughts and when my dick hardens beneath her, she giggles. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

She laughed saying this. Everything sounded like a lie to him. He could not believe his ears that the girl he loves so much is capable of doing something like this. An organisation? She seduces men as victims? "I was supposed to get your most hidden secrets and biggest file of your business with properties. Of course, I knew you were dangerous but I tried. I succeeded only to be caught by that useless Ellen." She scoffed, "I had a great time with you but now I have to leave. Don't ever look for me."

Paige asked and she took her lips in. "I need to tell you something really Important, infact so important," "Sure, tell me," "Yesterday, the party at Charlotte's house...." "Yeah, how did that party go?" Paige asked and she sigh. "It goes awfully," "How? What happened?" "I caught Norman, my boyfriend, cheating," "Cheating?" Paige asked confusingly. "Yeah, cheating on me with Charlotte. I caught them having sex with each other," "What?!" Paige sprang up. "It was the most dreadful scenery, but unfortunately, Aaron ended up to be Charlotte's boyfriend,"

My tits jiggling with every movement. He gripped my hips, guiding me and thrusting up to meet my rhythm. The wooden wall creaked around us. His cassock was bunched around his waist and my dress was bunched around my neck too. We were completely exposed in the middle of the church. He reached between us and rubbed my clit furiously. “Come on me again,” he growled. “Let God and the saints hear how much you love sinning on my cock.” I shattered for the third time, my pussy convulsing around him. Father Elias groaned loudly, buried as deeply as possible, and came with a guttural sound.

If I had masturbated just then, I probably wouldn't have lasted more than a minute. Instead, I plopped myself on the couch again and pulled the laptop back onto my lap. Closing the "After School" story, I started reading names of other stories my dad had written. Another one popped out at me called "Her Best Friend", so I clicked it. Thirty seconds later, I was engrossed once more. Completely and utterly. This next story was about a father who was being seduced by his daughter's best friend. While it had a similar premise to the one about the professor and his student, the vibe was completely different. It almost felt a touch... incestuous. Even though it wasn't. Well, except for one scene t

As I moved towards the master bedroom, I could hear the sounds of pleasure and ecstasy slipping through the gap of the door. Looking thrоugh the little gap by the dооr, I saw my fiancée on all fours with her ass in the air, getting fucked dоggiе style bу Ellen, who had on a strap-on dildo. Selena's hands were tied and hooked up to the poles by the head of the bed. Mу fiancee has a small fetish about being tired and rendered immobile or rеѕtrаinеd. Once ѕhе iѕ, she's willing to go along with anything you want. She really gets turned on by it.

Awaiting the arrival of my husband, Phil, I sat in the living room in my robe and his favorite red and black lace baby doll. Flipping through the channels, I heard a car door shut. Excitement rushed through my body as the desire for him grew with every second it took him to reach the house. After 3 long months of not seeing Phil, I was ready for one wild night. One that he would not forget for a long time. Hearing the lock turn, I began to move more anxiously in my seat. When the door opened, I could not take the wait any longer. Jumping from my seat, I ran to the front door and jumped in Phil's arms just as he dropped his bags. Wrapping his arms around my face, he kissed me with intense pas

It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied. Sliding my ankle length skirt to my hips, I could clearly see my burgundy lace panties were soaked through from my earlier encounter with those nitwits. Clit so puffy it pushed against the lace fabric. Mark, my boyfriend, probably had dinner ready,wondering why I was always back home so late. I opened the book to the last page I stopped. The female lead was on her knees, mouth stretched around a steely black pipe while the second guy fingered her open with four fingers, preparing her for double penetration

"You're marrying one, aren't you?" I paused. Just a blink. But it was enough. Then I smiled again. Smaller. Wistful. "Yes. Yes, I am." They stayed a little longer, filling the room with stories about school, exaggerated tales of cafeteria brawls and science fair sabotage. Lawrence claimed he'd discovered a way to hack his math grades with AI. Mark swore up and down he had a crush on someone named Naomi, and Lawrence rolled his eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn't fall out.

I could not stop thinking about it. I am thirty-two years old and have been married to Mark for eight years. I still love him. He is kind, stable, and a great provider. But our sex life had become painfully predictable. A quick missionary position every Friday night, maybe a half-hearted blowjob from me if I was in a generous mood. That was it. I craved so much more. I wanted to feel truly desired, wanted to be used like a cheap slut, stretched open, and completely ruined while my husband sat right downstairs, totally oblivious.