Novel & Cerita Married Couple Sex Stories

Then, he took my hand and pulled it to his cock and I touched it like it was on fire. Harry was standing directly behind me and his body kept pressing me even closer to John's naked body. I instinctively wrapped my fingers around John's shaft and began stroking it, ever so gently. John then placed his hand behind my head and pulled my face upwards to his and our mouths met. I was truly in shock! Here I was, a happily married woman with two kids and suddenly I was in the shower with two young men, stroking a bare cock and kissing this tall handsome stud who was drilling my open mouth with his tongue.

Felix said and laughed as if it was something so amusing. Since he had told me so much, I opened up to him. “Felix, my husband does not satisfy me.” I told him. “You can put on his food Viagra secretly and see how he shall react. I know of women who do that to their husbands. After realizing that their men were down sexually, they now put Viagra in their food and the men fuck their wives perfectly. The man thinks he is a stallion but he is a limp useless banana just like me.” Felix said.

Her clit slit against mine and we both lost it, cuming together in a mess, our squirt soaking the counter as we collapsed, panting and sweating. Suddenly, someone banged the door hard. “What the hell’s going on in there? Open up!” The voice yelled from the other end.

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.

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.

He didn't object as I stripped, fell to my knees in front of him, unzipped his jeans, and got him hard. And he definitely wasn't complaining as I lay him down on the bed, slowly lowering my sopping wet pussy onto his erection, then rode him to two orgasms before he came inside me. My husband and I have a good sex life - we knew how important it was to keeping a marriage alive, especially after kids. Nothing fancy, or kinky - just two healthy adults with a strong attraction to each other. I enjoy sex, Aaden enjoys sex. If it ain't broke, y'know?

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

I accept out of spite, drinking it while Lucien works on his laptop like I'm not there. Thirty minutes in, I break the silence. "How many couples will be there?" "Eight, including us." "Do they all have real marriages?" His fingers pause on the keyboard. "Define real." "Marriages that started without contracts." "Most marriages are contracts, Mara. Some are just more honest about it." "That's bleak." "That's reality." He returns to typing. "James and Victoria Worthington married to merge family fortunes. Oliver Grant married his assistant to avoid a sexual harassment lawsuit. The Pattersons have an arrangement where he keeps a mistress and she keeps his credit cards."

*** During my wedding to arms dealer Leigh Holt, his secret lover Sloane Cherie suddenly went into labor. Leigh shot to his feet, snatched up his jacket, and turned to leave. "Lira, something's happened with Sloane. I have to go right now," he said, his voice sharp with worry. His eyes met mine, but there was no guilt there. The hall fell into a stunned hush, every guest's gaze pinning us like spotlights.

She was halfway through her latte when she looked at me and said, “Sabita, what’s really bothering you?” And for the first time in years, I didn’t pretend. I told her about the silences in my marriage, about the loneliness that hung in my bedroom like invisible cobwebs. I told her about the baby that never came, and the warmth that slowly faded from Ravi’s touch. She listened patiently, nodding, until I hesitated — unsure whether I should go further. Then she said, “Tell me something honestly… How's your sex life?” I blinked.