Novel & Cerita Marriage Sex Stories

- KAREN MILLER POV On a beautiful sunny afternoon, Anthony asked me to marry him, making me almost have the baby due to the strong emotion I felt. I can't forget his words "Love of my life, I want it, and I want it madly, I will fight for it to be eternal"

“You’ll regret that eventually, trust me. Look, these women all pretend to be cool with the whole Dom/Sub thing, and I pay them well—very well, even while we’re married. Thank God we've got airtight agreements, written and signed. If it weren’t for those, I would probably be serving time by now.” David chuckled, clearly enjoying the drama more than he should. “Relax, Alex. I’ve got your back. But here’s an idea—why don’t you give marriage a break? You don’t need that hassle. Just, you know, mingle. I know this guy who runs a sex club, and he’s got connections. You’ll find women who are into that lifestyle, no strings attached. Pay ‘em, enjoy, and move on. No more marrying women who think the

"That's it. The wedding photo and his late first wife's belongings were still intact when Mrs. Nining set foot in their house. It turned out to be the beginning of a quarrel." "It was just a trivial matter." "We thought so, but women think differently from us men." The man leaned in and whispered, "We can do sex without feelings, can't we? Not necessarily, sir." Radit immediately chuckled at that remark. He didn't expect them to discuss such a topic. "I married my sister-in-law's ex instead. It's more confusing." "Huh?! Wow! That's messed up, Mr. Radit."His conversation partner immediately rolled his eyes."You don't want to mention your old wife's name when you have sex. That could be bad."

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?”

Maybe it was some strange mixture of relief, anger, bewilderment, maybe empathy for her. I had dreaded the marriage, and yet now being taken away-the sudden realization was sort of off-the-wall. “Why should you tell me this?” I asked, lowering my voice. "So that you know where I stand," she said, voice unwavering. "I am not going to pretend to buy into this nonsense. I highly recommend you do the same." She rose, scooping up her books. “Now, excuse me while I attend to some much-needed studying.” With that, she exited leaving me there thinking in circles. Forced marriage, broken engagement, Karen's reappearance - such a mess my life had become and I had no idea how to fix it.

"You—what? Oh, Allie, this is rich. If Liam Hart is your husband, I’ll throw myself off the top of the Empire Tower." Ava and Scarlett exchanged wide-eyed glances, their disbelief evident. "Allie… are you serious?" Scarlett whispered. "You’re married to Liam Hart?" "Yes," Allie confirmed, her voice steady. "And before you ask, no, it wasn’t some scandalous affair. We’ve been married for a while now." The weight of her words settled heavily in the van. No one spoke. No one even breathed. Vivian finally shook her head, regaining her composure. "Oh, this is hilarious. At best, you’re his dirty little secret, and

She opens the door and my sharp eyes get a clue of the madness I signed up for; Sex cross, bondage furniture, a dangling whip… My heart skips and my thighs clap tighter, putting pressure on my swollen clit. I’m going wild… And these three demons are awakening the bad effects of the viagra. Oh, god. The most I and Ambrose have done is a 69 and he sucks at it too. Giovanni waves off the lady, eyes pinned on me the whole time. He slowly advances towards me, hard jaws clenching. “We’re not patient men.” He grips my arm.

Sometimes it went all the way but it maked Grandma moan in both pain and pleasure. Grandma knew that catering to my sexual urges at an early age would keep me obedient and docile. I attended to my school studies without much distraction because my needs were constantly attended to at home. Even when cute schoolgirls would totally turn me on with their short skirts and budding breasts, grandma would dress up as a schoolgirl (or teacher or nurse or whatever) and tease my stiff cock until I almost lost my mind and had to almost rape her. . Over the years I have, in fact, had sex with other girls. I totally rocked their worlds. Afterward they all want to marry me but I'm already married to my gr

"I can't say that I really regret anything that's happened. Step by step it's been unbelievably exciting. Let me explain what happened. I am in my late forties and Alexis, my wife of 18 years marriage, is the same age. She is tall, fairly slim, with brown eyes and hair, smallish breasts, and with lots of light brown pubic hair. Our sex life has been drab to say the least and as our sex has dropped off, I've tried to find new ways to excite her. I have never been adulterous and, to my knowlege, nor has she, although there have been times when she's disappeared for hours on end, seen movies 'by herself', that sort of thing, but rarely. She hasn't been interested in adult films, or 'devices' li

Ax laughed, reminding me of Money's pestering questions that day. "She's mine. I don't share what's mine." "You, possessive of a woman? Hmm, I'm surprised as fuck. Just exactly same way I feel about my wife." I snapped my fingers at a prospect cleaning tables. "Coffee. Black. Three minutes." Then, I returned back to my discussion with Ax. "It's only sex, man. Don't try to relate this to marriage. Mine is totally different." I was starting to feel uneasy. "Sex until when?"