Marriage Sex Story Novels & Stories

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.

They started dating and a year later they got married. Bob was a passionate presence in the pulpit, but he never brought any of it to their bed. He believed that sex should only occur between a husband and wife and insisted on waiting until they were married to have sex. On their wedding night they consummated their marriage and for a few months he gave in to his new wife's desires and had sex with her a couple of times a week. Angela had a strong sex life with her first husband and enjoyed orgasms regularly, but she quickly discovered that wouldn't be happening with Bob. For him, sex was just his duty as a husband and a part of marriage. His idea of making love was to always use the mission

Sarah stared blankly at the man above her. Her blue eyes locked with the brown gaze of the English-born man who had become her husband. It had been a few weeks since they got married, but Sarah couldn’t let go of anything whenever they made love. She couldn't reach climax, and everything ended in pretense. “I’m going to finish, darling!” Louis’s groan marked the end of their heated sex that night. Or at least, that’s what they did as part of the formalities of marriage on top of business matters. Louis turned and rolled over to Sarah’s side. His breath was still heavy from the remnants of their activity together.

“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 felt tired; my temples began to throb again. "I slept with Howard." The wine glass in his hand shattered on the floor. His eyes turned crimson, disbelief etched across his face. "Teagan! How could you…" I calmly closed my laptop and smiled at him. "What? Are you upset?" I genuinely hoped we could just have a marriage of convenience, where we could both enjoy the benefits this arrangement brought. He could sleep with a different woman every night, and I wouldn't care. Meanwhile, I would leverage the Brookes' connections to gain more resources for myself.

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.

"Hey Maddie. I am so sorry about my careless joke about us having s*x when we do get married. We wouldn't have to if you don't want to, I promise. I would never force you to do something you don't want to do." Maddie sighed, heavily. Weirdly, she found the text message refreshing. Like a cup of cold water had just been poured on her. She found it funny too. The words 'when we do get married' that he had used, like he was certain they were going to get married, was hilarious. Was it even possible for them to get married without them having s*x. Didn't marriage and s*x come hand in hand. Even if they did reach an agreement to not have s*x ever, he was a full blooded man with needs, would he th

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.