Marriage Erotica Novels & Stories

I wanted my husband to kiss me and take away my breath completely. I could see it, feel it tangibly, his lips drawing closer to mine, his eyes burning into mine. My mind floated somewhere between a fantasy and reality, his upper lip lightly brushing against mine as I slowly fluttered my eyes closed. For a second, I thought my erotic fantasies would come to life, but who was I kidding with my awful luck? A loud sound startled me so hard I felt my heart drop from my chest and thud heavier than it already had been as I jerked myself off Dominic.

Mrs Valentino looks at me with calm detachment, like she already knows how this ends, while Mr Valentino leans back in his chair, his fingers steepled beneath his chin, curiosity and focus clear on his face. “There are, of course, conditions,” Mrs Valentino says. Of course there are. There’s always a catch. I lean back slightly, bracing myself for whatever comes next, remaining silent as I wait for her to go on. “You will be married to our son, Stephano Valentino, by the end of this week. The ceremony will be private. Legal. No press.” My head spins. This week? Married? I blink at her, trying to process the words. “This week?”

This time they moved slower, matching the gentler rocking of the boat. Her breasts pressed against his chest. She rolled her hips in steady waves, grinding her clit against him. Cillian held her ass and helped her move. They kissed deeply, tongues sliding together. The cabin smelled of sex and salt. Their bodies stayed joined as they fucked quietly through the dying storm. Maris came again with a soft moan, her face buried in his neck. Cillian followed soon after, filling her with a second load of cum. They stayed connected, breathing together until the boat finally steadied.

Why don't you read that and then decide? 'I can't do that. I'm a married woman' 'What on earth has that got to do with it? In fact many couples use erotica to spice up their sex lives.' I looked straight at Julia and added 'Assuming it needs additional spice' Julia nodded her head unconsciously confirming that hers did. I continued 'Now look just read this and tell me what you think'. 'I couldn't possibly read it with you here.' 'Ok. I'll go and make a brew and you can join me when you're done.' Without giving her chance to argue any more I turned and walked off to the kitchen.

*A New Collection Marcus stared down at his wife’s naked body, her legs spread half-heartedly beneath him as he thrust into her with the same mechanical rhythm he’d used for the past three years. Lila’s moans were polite, almost bored. Her eyes were half-closed, staring at the ceiling instead of him. Another unsatisfying fuck--another night where he finished, rolled off, and pretended everything was fine. “Fuck, baby… you feel so good,” he lied, pumping faster.

My body trembled under his grip, every movement driving me closer to the edge. His breath hit my neck, hot and ragged. "You're mine, Noami. Don't forget that." The rhythm of his thrusts matched the pounding in my chest, wild and unrelenting. Even with prayers drifting through the walls, all I could focus on was the sinful fire consuming us both. "You belong to me," he growled. "Right here, right now." I pressed my hands against the cool surface behind me, steadying myself, lost in the overwhelming sensation of being taken, owned, and desired all at once.

Sex before marriage wasn't forbidden, but it was thought to increase the strength of the bond if the mating ritual was coordinated with the wedding rituals. Iris almost squealed at the sudden opening of the bedroom door and the emergence of Lady Marie, who walked casually into the room and fixed the trolley in its place, like she hadn't walked in on two mates, almost having sex and that she couldn't smell either of their arousals at all. Dom reluctantly let Iris go and stood up, his bulge protruding proudly from his pants, which he hadn't changed before sleeping yesterday.

The man I had married six months ago in a ceremony that felt more like a corporate merger than a wedding. Our families had arranged everything from the beginning. The Moreaus owned half the luxury real estate in three states. The Voss family controlled the shipping and logistics that moved goods through those properties. The merger would save both sides billions in the long run. The wedding was huge. Televised in certain circles. Covered in magazines that called it “the union of the decade.” We smiled for the cameras, said our vows in front of five hundred people, and then retreated to separate suites on our honeymoon in the Maldives. I spent the week reading novels on the beach alone.

He slaps my ass hard, the sting blooming into heat that makes me even wetter. “Harder, Xane,” I moan shamelessly. “Fuck my tight pussy deeper, I need it so bad.” Xane grabs a handful of my hair and yanks my head back. His other hand reaches around to squeeze one of my tits. “Tell me who this cunt belongs to, Marie.” “It belongs to you,” I gasp. “My pussy is yours to ruin whenever you want, Xane.” We have been sneaking around for months, fucking every chance we get when our parents are out of the house. The taboo makes it so much hotter, I love how wrong it feels and how good he makes me cum.