Married Couple Sex Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

I could feel myself getting closer, but I held back. I wanted this to last. I flipped us suddenly, laying on my back and pulling him on top of me. “Fuck me. Hard.” He thrust into me with deep, powerful strokes. I wrapped my legs around his waist and met every thrust. My hands gripped his back, nails digging in. He was hitting that perfect spot inside me with every stroke, making me groan despite myself. “Say my name,” I demanded. “Alexander,” he breathed against my neck. Hearing it pushed me over the edge. I came hard between us, spilling over my stomach and his fist. He followed right after, burying himself deep as he filled me again with hot pulses of cum.

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

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.

I panted heavily. He stilled his movements, then looked up to give me a wolfish smile. "No, you don't." Marcello moved my panties aside, plunging two fingers straight inside me, kissing my lips to stop me from crying out. I hadn't had sex in over two years, so I was tight as fuck. He didn't care as he kept moving in and out of me, his thumb stimulating my clit. He was right. How could I hate someone who gave me this kind of pleasure? "Marc… more." I breathed out.