Lesbian Hotwife Novels & Stories

The next day, I went to the courthouse and finalized the divorce with Donna. What was the point of keeping a woman like her around? After splitting from Donna, I left the gym and found a new job. A month later, I heard from some colleagues that a few personal trainers at Paradise Gym had been diagnosed with HIV, and many women had reportedly been infected. My heart sank when I realized that was the gym I used to work at. The personal trainers they were talking about must have been Mark and Kevin. I couldn't help but wonder how Donna was doing and if she had been infected by them.

Hashtags like #NickEmotionallyAbusesWife, #TheTruthBehindEliteMarriages, and #AshleySuffersInSilence shot to the top of the trending charts. Countless misled netizens flooded my livestream account, cursing me as a spoiled rich man who had driven his wife into another man's arms. It was Brian's final strike—his last desperate attempt to flip the narrative and cast himself as a victim. "Do you want me to handle this?" Chelsey asked, her tone like ice as she scrolled through the venomous comments on her tablet. I shook my head. "No need. He's just a clown dancing on borrowed time." I didn't respond. I didn't defend myself because I knew lies collapse on their own. Truth doesn't need to shout.

“I just had the best lesbian sex of my life.” My mouth fell open. “Wait…what? Are you gay?” “I’m bi, babe. What’s there not to love about women?” She leaned back, counting on her fingers. “The ass? Soft, round, perfect to grab. The boobs? God, the way they bounce when she’s riding your face. The pussy? tastes like fucking heaven. But back to what I was saying…you should see the way this girl fucked my brains out.” She launched into it, voice dropping low and filthy.

I don't understand. “ So is she as hot as people say she is?” Rocket asks. What? “ Yes, she is. And taken.” Lug says lifting his hand flashing his wedding ring. “ Oh shit I heard you got married to a fiery Irish woman. But you got the Ice Queen. You are one lucky fucker.” Rocket said in awe. Is Rocket fan-girling. Lug smiles, “ That I am.” I can see the love he has for his wife all over his face. Casper asks “ Have you seen her in action? Is she as awesome as the rumors say?” Him too? Who is this lady? Besides Lug’s wife. Every Renegade there answered in one word. “ Yes.” I look at Viper for answers. “ I’ll explain later,” he says. “ Lug, call her. While we work out a plan. We need to see if

"I won't stop if I can't get you from that man, Eliana! Return to me and I will stop!" "That's enough! Don't call me Eliana because I'm not that woman! There's no real Eliana because I'm Athara and my husband is not you! Theron is my husband!" Herodotus aimed his gun high. He immediately shot it three times. "Why can't you love me? Didn't that man beat you? Didn't you run away from his house because you said he didn't treat you right? Fuck! Why can't you choose me over him? You are his loathed wife!"

“I still wanna know, bisexual women feel both dick and pussy, right?” Joe was drunk, talking in Zahn's face. “Now, people claim that lesbians don't feel dick at all. How's that possible?” Zahn looked at him like he was annoying her. “That's cause they don't.”

I slipped into my room, locked the door, and yanked the curtains shut until the room was dim and secret. My hands shook as I pulled my favorite dildo from the nightstand—the thick, veiny eight-inch one I’d only ever used thinking about girls like her. I shoved my shorts and panties down in one motion, kicked them away, and fell back onto the bed, legs spread wide. I opened my laptop, clicked straight to my favorite lesbian video—the one with the girl getting a massage and a proper fucking after. The moans filled the room. I didn’t even bother with foreplay. I rubbed my swollen clit in fast, desperate circles, then slid two fingers deep into my dripping hole, pumping them while I watched the

Gemma said, glancing at you with a smile. "Oh, god no," Julie scoffed. "Honey, let me tell you - you ain't had a good pussy licking until you've been with a proper lesbian. Let me guess, he spends about five minutes down there, then pops and sticks it in?" Julie seemed to have the sense to try and at least pivot into whatever joke she wanted to get to, but Gemma wasn't letting her escape. "Actually," she said loudly. "It's more like twenty minutes of heaven."

'Our' That one word pierced my chest like a spear with a sharp iron that made me hurt, the blood flowed like a waterfall. I never even imagined that I would live under the same roof with Ash again. Even though it was Ash's grandfather's wish who still thought we were husband and wife, but still… I had to act like a good wife and love him in front of Ash's grandfather. I'm not sure I can do it, considering Ash is still in a relationship with Stella. I don't want to be labeled a prostitute, a bitch, whatever Stella often says to me every time she curses at me.

She ground into me as she moaned into his mouth and he stiffened now hard again into my bottom. With a shuddering heave and a muffled howl, she shoved somehow even more onto my fingers and orgasmed, gushing into my hand. It was better than I could ever have possibly imagined during all of our teasing talks. Feeling a woman shudder below my hand like that was as breathtaking as if I'd come myself. I was astonished realizing that. I had no idea. For the first time in my life, lesbians made perfect sense. * "Oh, I fuck married people all the time, you know? But never just husbands or wives. Only together. A girl has to have standards, you know."