Novel & Cerita Marriage Sex Stories

My wife and I have been married for over 10 years now. During that time, we've had our ups and downs, as most couples do. Whenever problems have arisen, we've been able to work through them, strengthening our relationship along the way. However, last week something happened that I thought would destroy all of our hard work. Our sex life, like everything else, has gone through cycles. Sometimes it's great, and sometimes it cools off. We had been going through one of our cooler periods lately. As a result, I was spending more and more time online reading erotic stories and looking at various websites.

Peace returned to my household after our confession of love, especially after Davy had promised to abide by all the rules I had set. In truth, it wasn’t so hard, and if he wanted to keep our marriage, he would have to work towards them. However, he had been trying his best, and I was willing to give him that chance. Our relationship, however, was still shaky, and I was strictly following the no-sex rules even though my body begged to differ. I craved Davy like an alcoholic craved his bottle, but I couldn’t break in so early.

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

By night we could not wait. He came to my room this time and knocked softly. I opened the door and pulled him in.We kissed hard, clothes came off fast. He pushed me to the bed and i laid back. He climbed over me, his cock hard against my thigh. “Truth or dare?” he asked. “Dare.” “Spread your legs.” I did. He pushed inside slow and filled me deep. We fucked steady, our eyes locked. I came first. Then he did inside me. After he held me, we talked until late about the marriage, the families and how we felt trapped.

Lonely housewife discovers the world of submission. Enjoy.. ****** My first husband and I had a lot of hot sex during the first month we were dating: Nothing new or particularly exciting, just sex and lots of it. But then I got pregnant and since then, our sex life had deteriorated to the point of non-existence. I was unfulfilled emotionally as well. He was caught up in work and I was left taking care of the home, our daughter, and my job. Not a happy time, but I began to daydream of my lifelong fantasy of submission. I really wanted to fully submit to another's will over mine: To be controlled by another and to please them. And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else.

Adrian decided that marriage was hard. There was no sugar coating it. The dreaded prison called marriage was not for the faint hearted. On their wedding night, Kristen had informed him that they were not going to be having sex for the entirety of their marriage. Well she didn’t say that but he got her message loud and clear. Sex was the only upside to their farce marriage and Kristen had removed that option, showing him how crazy she was in the first place.

I dominated them relentlessly, my muscled arms flexing as I held her leg high, my other hand bruising his hip, thrusting between their holes with urgent rhythm. The office air thickened with the scent of sex—musky sweat, her sweet arousal, his earthy heat—every sense overwhelmed. Emotion surged through me too; this wasn't just fucking, it was claiming them, husband and wife yielding to my massive cock, their marriage twisting into this heated threesome where I was the center, the one making them whole. Mrs. Collins' nails dug into my shoulders, sharp bites that sent jolts straight to my balls, her curvy body arching as I slammed back into her pussy.

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.

She volunteered as a guidance counselor in the Westbridge academy after leaving her coperate job at Unity Banks. Their marriage looked ideal from the outside. In private, it was a source of deep, aching frustration for Tamara. Her tyrant husband Richard, was nothing more than a 5-inch cockie man…….and a two mins man in bed. Sex with Richard, has always been a toture to Tamara…..she married him as a virgin, and had Always felt a void in her whenever he sexed her. Once during an annual women enlightment, held by Joyce Major…..Tamara learnt about the afterglow of orgasms in a woman's life…and she ernestly longed for it….but unfortunately her cockie couldn't fulfill her wishes.

The air was thick with the dust of our argument, a suffocating blanket of frustration and old pain. “I know…” he paused, “there was another random day, she called me inside her room again. This time, she took off my clothes and did it softly. I mean the sucking. And I enjoyed it, then after a few days, I noticed that my manhood was growing more than usual. I ran to her to celebrate it. Since I now confide in her more than I confide in my parents. We celebrated it with a longer suck and she had sex with me. It was heavenly and it was my first. I started to develop feelings for her.” He chuckled darkly, and his breathing became a little loud. And faster..