Married Couple Sex Stories Novels & Stories

It was not one of my fantasies to see my beautiful wife having sex with other guys. Let's face it, if she ever had sex with someone outside our marriage under normal circumstances, I'd divorce her in a heartbeat, no matter how much I loved her, and I loved her to the moon and back. I'd always questioned the stories of men who didn't care if their wives slept with other men, and even enjoyed watching them do it. So, I wasn't fond of imagining her with someone else. On the other hand, I'd offered to let her live her fantasies, even if at the same time, I would be living some of my own. I'd gone back and forth on it a dozen times, usually changing my mind a half dozen times in just a few hours.

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

Silas continued his story. Suddenly, Tabitha gasped. “She's married?!” She was surprised upon finding out that the lady who approached Silas for a nightstand was married. “Funniest part is that both husband and wife are cheating on each other. That's hilarious!” Silas's laughter made Tabitha burst into laughter after hearing the end of the lady's story. “She is for the street, and the man is for the country. If I ever get married to you, I wouldn't find any other man attractive,” Tabitha said.

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.

“Well… this is awkward.” Damian ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “Unbelievable. That woman will be the death of me.” Aria smirked. “She’s right, you know. Married couples should sleep together.” He shot her a glare so sharp it could cut glass. “Don’t test me, Aria.” “Oh, I wouldn’t dare,” she said innocently, stepping closer, her voice dropping low. “But since we’re stuck together, might as well get comfortable… husband.”

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

They warned us to be ready for an initiation when we meet the other couples. We swing a little, but it isn't our lifestyle. This has turned my sweet little Tabbi in to a Hot and sometimes Slut Wife who wants extra sex now and then. Most of my friends fuck my wife. Believe it or not this actually keeps her very sexually active with me as well. We have a very spicy sex life to our satisfaction.

He was tired of cheating on her, and she was the reason he sneaked into my chambers to squeeze my buttocks and demand sex. “OK, how about I buy you a bouquet of flowers and host you at a picnic? “Oh now you are talking,” she replied and pushed him on the chest when he pressed on her. “I thought we could pollute the night with hot sex.” He stroked her arm and got frowned at when he extended it to her bust. “I am not interested, Frank. Maybe you will have to give me more time to believe in sex……? “How long am I going to stay sex-starved? You are my wife. It has been five years since we got married and we have had sex only few countable times…”

NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex, incest/taboo sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. >>>> "I've been reading this book," Jennifer says to her husband as they're lying in bed, her hand roaming down his stomach, "and it suggests some ways to overcome our little problem." Their little problem, as she puts it, is that Chuck can no longer sustain an erection with her. He's not impotent, his secretary can attest to that, but with his wife he either doesn't get it up at all or loses it halfway through.

“Eat me. God, your husband has no idea what a filthy slut his wife really is.” Norma moaned into her cunt, the shame only making her wetter. They fucked like that for hours, trying every position, using every toy Norma had brought — the wand buzzing against swollen clits, the strap-on filling them both, scissoring until their thighs were drenched and their voices hoarse. Every orgasm left them needing more, greedy for another, like the sex itself was a secret drug. When morning came, Norma’s phone buzzed with a text from her husband: Hope work isn’t too crazy. Can’t wait to see you tonight.