Marriage Sex Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I hаd mу fingеrѕ in my fiancee’s рuѕѕу during the еntirе ѕtоrу. I couldn't just help myself. By the time she was done telling her story, my dick was throbbing painfully, and I swear her pussy had gotten wetter. My fingers were covered in her arousal. Damn, those two lesbians had turned my fiancee into a horny dog in heat and banged her in a fucking public toilet at a club, and she fucking loved it. I could tell from the excitement swimming in her eyes.

The air changed instantly. The oldest among them, a man with gray hair and sharp eyes, looked straight at Lucien. “We heard the news,” he said. His voice was low but carried weight. “Is it true you married… her?” I felt their eyes land on me. Heavy. Judging. Measuring. My throat tightened. Lucien stood up slowly, calm but powerful. “Yes. She is my wife.”

Our marriage was on the skids until my wife role-played her fantasy of being my Dominatrix My wife, Freya , and I had been married nearly ten years. We had been happy, our sex life had been good, and finances secure. But lately, the spark was gone. It used to be that when we had sex, it was exuberant, frenetic, sweaty, fuck-till-you-drop raunchy humping. Now, the sex was routine. It was the same thing every time, over and over. Nothing was new and it wasn’t exciting anymore.

“You said once you guys got married, you would get rid of the child and claim that you had a miscarriage, and that would be the end of that. You would have gotten what you wanted. At first, I was skeptical, after all, if getting pregnant was that easy, many couples wouldn’t be looking for a child to call their own. But then again, there also wouldn’t be many knocked-up females who either got pregnant the first time they had sex, or got pregnant by mistake when the last thing they wanted was a child. You told me that you were close to your ovulation period and that you were sure to get pregnant.” “How much do you want to keep your stupid mouth shut? I know where this is going. You want money.

Juliette’s mother suggested. “You were there weren’t you, Louis?” Louis was smiling. “Yes, yes, I was. Why don’t we sit down, Father.” “Indeed, we were just having drinks, but now that we are all here,” Martin looked at Gloria and reached out for her hand, “we can share our news.” Gloria was blushing and suddenly with horror Juliette understood that they were going to get married. She didn’t just do it with her boss. She had sex with her step-brother.

he started, “it was during the first year that I noticed I couldn’t get it up. Something was definitely wrong with my sexual life. I had to visit the hospital, but it seemed like there was nothing they could do. I spent a lot of money and tried a lot of things, but nothing positive came out of it.” I stayed very still. I didn’t interrupt. I just listened. “Delaney grew tired,” he continued. “She wasn’t enjoying her sex life anymore. She wanted us to divorce. I was so blinded by love that I begged and cried on my knees, asking her to stay with me and give me a few more chances. Chances I couldn’t even use well.” He paused. His voice dropped lower. “That was when she told me that if we were go

They had been having sex frequently, almost four times a day, and Jax was worried he might have overdone it. Richy felt the blunt, slick pressure of the doctor’s gloved finger against his puckered hole and gasped, his fingers clawing at the paper covering the exam table. The pressure increased and Richy cried out, instantly clamping hard, just to keep that finger from sliding into his intimate area. It felt unnatural, and he didn't like it. “Breathe out,” Dr Stanley instructed, his voice cold. The finger pushed past the tight ring of muscle and Richy’s body resisted, clenched, then yielded until the doctor’s finger was deep inside him. Richy panted, tears springing to his eyes.

“Seriously? Are we in grade school again?” Dee shrugged and gave me a coy smile. “I need to live vicariously through you, Wren. Baron is the only fucking man I want, but marriage has worn our sex life down to a grind—a boring, monotonous grind. Add the attempts at baby-making and romance and passion have fucking left the building. I need these dirty stories to get me through.”

I wasn't any little whore; I was in love with my husband and wanted a peaceful, healthy marriage with vanilla sex where I was treated with love and respect, unlike his father, who asked me to crawl and get on my knees and who treated me like a slut. Yes, I admit, dirty sex; the steamy, forbidden way he touched me; the way he pounded me so hard like it was the first and last time; and the way he came all over me, it all was so fifty shades of hot. It turned me on so much it fulfilled my sex fantasies, but I was a woman; I wanted a family; I wanted to be a loving, decent mother one day. “Oh fuck.” He groaned, holding my head in place as he pushed his cock deep inside my throat. I gagged. “Fuck

The door was widely open and I could see everything thing that was happening. Darren was like a beast riding into her like all the cars he had driven in his entire life wasn’t enough for him, and what was more annoying was that he seemed to be enjoying every single bit of it. It should have been me in that position but he had never touched me, always telling me that sex before marriage was bad because after marriage the vibe would no longer be there. Was he lying when he told me that people who had sex before marriage always ended up getting divorced, because they get bored of theirselves too quickly?.