Married Couple Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Mom moaned louder as I continued, "Or maybe you would surreptitiously grope my cock through my pants as I spoke to another woman who approached me, just to remind me who I belonged to. I bet you would get territorial if some other woman tried flirting with me. In fact, I bet you'd pull me into an empty room, drop to your knees, suck my hard cock, and moan as you swallow my hot cum before telling me that we are leaving so that you could pounce on my hard cock as soon as we got home." Mom moaned out an affirmative response as I continued, "Or we could go on a couples retreat or cruise where no one knows us. We could smirk as the other couples listened to our cover story of how we met, not know

I’ve been married to Grace for years. She’s not just my wife, she’s my best friend. Our marriage is solid, and the sex? Damn, it’s incredible. You’d never guess it, but Grace is wild behind closed doors. She loves my cock, loves to experiment. That’s why I want to share this crazy story about her. This isn’t about a cheating wife.

NEW STORY TITLE: THE GIFT OF DICK AND PUSSY The following story will be told in multiple chapters. There's oodles and oodles of sex in it, even though it's not just a pure spank story. If lots of nasty sex isn't your thing, then why are you on this website? Weirdo.

"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

I’m in a haze of lust, the pleasure so good, I can’t think about anything else but it. Not even how this could end both my career and my marriage. Sweat breaks out on Stanley’s head when he can’t seem to get his cock to go further. “You’re so fucking tight,” he hisses, pulling out while my intimate muscles cling to him. “Mr Crawford must have a pretty small dick huh?” I flush at that and look away because he’s right. Damn it, but he’s right. Sex with me and my husband had gotten progressively worse over time until we barely even had it anymore. When we do have sex, soon as he cums, he’s tossing away the condom and going straight to bed without bothering to get me off.

He said that since I married him as a stand-in for my best friend, the failure of our marriage was understandable. "Now, I want to pursue you openly, as yourself. Will you give me a chance to be your boyfriend? I'm a single father with a six-year-old son, but he's well-behaved..." He rambled on, but I only said one word. "No." He didn't give up. He kept sending coffee, buying gifts, tirelessly trying to win me over. Five months later, I started dating someone new. The boy was an intern at our TV station named Dennis Peters. He admitted he had admired me for a long time, calling me his idol.

Little dіd I knоw аt thе tіmе, but mу lіmіtѕ wеrе to bе tеѕtеd аnd surpassed іn wауѕ that I hаd never dreamed оf courtesy оf a man named Jіm. A сhаnсе mееtіng on thе gоlf course and more thаn a fеw bееrѕ аftеrwаrd lеd to me tеllіng hіm аll аbоut mу nоn-еxіѕtеnt sex life with thе wіfе аnd my somewhat unuѕuаl ways of ѕаtіѕfуіng mуѕеlf. Jіm confessed thаt hе wаѕ dіvоrсеd аnd аlѕо suffered frоm a lack of ѕеx аnd had engaged in many of thе ѕаmе асtіvіtіеѕ as I enjoyed.

She let me feel her desire, parting my lips, licking into my mouth. Her hand massaged my shoulder blade as she tried to soften my resistance. Her touch worked on me like a drug until a cold feeling seeped into me. I felt I was doing something wrong and I was going to regret it. I pulled away from her. "Darling, I've waited for months...I need you inside of me, badly." "This feels wrong…”I murmured. "How can this be wrong, Manuel? I'm your wife! Couples have sex anytime they want it...why are you depriving me of this? Before you had amnesia, you desperately wanted a child from me and we should start working on that now!"

I continued, my voice dropping into a seductive, breathy purr, “and yet, I get denied of almost everything… not even money from my dear husband.” I punctuated the words by seductively rubbing my cheek against his, a gesture of feline affection. The temperature of his skin was warm and clean, the scent of his cologne overwhelming, but beneath it, my own skin felt cold, my heartbeat a slow, steady, tactical thump... thump... thump... I moved away, breaking the contact, my body craving the distance. I let my gaze sweep the room, checking the faces of my audience. They were already seated, talking amongst themselves, lulled by our display of domestic bliss.

Another two days had already passed, and they were bonding again. Anyone could scarcely say their marriage had once crumbled because of how closed and attached they were now. Sometimes she answered all his questions even before he could complete them. Satisfied his curiosity and left off whatever needed to be kept a secret.