Married Couple Sex Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

This story is about the first time I watched my wife have sex in public, but it wasn't with me. It was with several men. We had been married for 15 years, and with three kids, it’s hard to get alone time as often as we did when we were first married. We are moderately conservative people who enjoy a good dinner, good friends, and a good bottle of wine.

“Alina? Babe, I’m home early! The last meeting got canceled…” It was my husband. Jake. His voice sounded tired but happy to be back. Orion froze on top of me, his thick cock still buried balls-deep in my pussy. For half a second we stared at each other. Then a dark, wicked smile spread across his face, and he didn’t pull out. Instead, he slowly rolled his hips, grinding deep inside me. My eyes went wide. “Orion… we have to…” He clapped one big hand over my mouth and thrust hard. I moaned against his palm, the sound muffled but still loud. My body betrayed me completely. Even with my husband right outside the bedroom door, my pussy clenched tight around Orion’s cock.

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.

One married couple teaches another couple a sexy game. Enjoy reading.. *************** I'm a married man, and for the first 12 years of that marriage, my wife and I had what you might call a pretty unremarkable sex life. I don't mean to denigrate it. We had sex reasonably often and we both enjoyed it, but we never really did anything surprising or noteworthy, anything that would be worth writing a story about. We were just a typical suburban couple with two kids and a dog and your usual set of problems. But all that changed last summer.

Eli Jefferson decides to go to the shopping mall to buy a present for his son, Zachary Foley, who is about to celebrate his first birthday. Alas, once again, he runs into Jason Snider, who causes a scene, calling him a homewrecker and beating him up. To keep Zachary out of harm's way, Eli is forced to endure the beating without fighting back. Jason pummels him until he's covered in bruises and almost breaks a few of his bones. In the end, Eli has no choice but to call the police. Both men are taken to the police station—and both claim to be the husband of Christina Foley. The police officer calls Christina to verify their claims. When Jason hears that Christina will be coming down to the

He collapsed onto the cushions, thighs spreading wide, the fabric of his shorts tightening over the bulge there accidental, but my eyes darted away fast, old crush stirring unwelcome heat low in my belly. I returned from the kitchen with a glass, handing it over. Our fingers brushed electric, lingering a beat too long. He drank deep, throat working, eyes meeting mine over the rim. "You're a lifesaver." We fell into talk, easy at first, his deployment stories, the endless sand and adrenaline crashes; my graphic design grind, the late nights tweaking logos for ungrateful clients. The air thickened with the late hour, words flowing intimate, but his gaze kept wandering. To the hem of my shorts

In fact, to underline that nothing’s changed, she and the husband can have another passionate encounter that very night. Mark grinned. ‘So the husband’s a bit of a superman!’ ‘No, he’s just highly sexed. Besides, isn’t it every man’s fantasy to have two women in his house, both of them anxious for his sexual favours?’ ‘It wouldn’t be mine,’ said Mark, scribbling down notes. ‘In my experience women have a habit of coming off best in any situation, even one like this.’ ‘That's not the ending I’ve got in mind,’ said Lewis shortly.

I should be horrified. And I was. But I was also so fucking turned on I could barely stand it. My husband, Mark, is a good man. Our sex life is fine. It's a once-a-week, lights-out, missionary-position affair that gets the job done. It's comfortable. Predictable.

The pain in my chest increased with the pressure on my lungs as a wave of anxiety washed over me like an ocean. "I'm fine, Dianna. I just hope that you understand how much I love my work. I'm just going to rest for a while." He stood up from his seat, after closing his laptop. And I was left there watching him climb the stairs until he entered his room and closed the door. Lucas and I have been married for three years, we've had a happy marriage, but I've noticed that for the past few weeks something seems to be different about him.

’ W-what were these explicit books? Glaring at him, she couldn’t help but grumble, “…Just what kinds of books are you reading…?!” “…What? Making love is completely normal between married couples, and they’re great at keeping relationships together too. Just so you know, men tend to cheat on their expecting wives, not that I would ever do that. Anyway, just know that I’m reading all these for your sake.” …For her sake? Was he for real?!