Married Couples Erotic Stories

He fell hard for her but she fell harder. Homeless, heartbroken and rejected by her own family, Claire Jones, the ignored and hated daughter of a rich man never imagined that her life would change forever when she met her ray of light in the darkness of midnight,  Tristan Pierce.   “You have this chance to get back what you have lost, Miss Jones. You have my words.” Tristan said to Claire. She stared at him for a moment, he looked serious. “And why do you want to help me, Mr. Pierce? What will you achieve?” She couldn’t help but asked him with narrowing gaze. “I am not helping you in free, Miss Jones. I want a woman to as my son’s mother. He never asks for anything and this is the first time he wished for something and I can’t deny my only child's wish.” He said. “What do you mean, Mr. Pierce?” Her voice wavered as she anticipated his next words. “Marry me, Miss Jones.”

"You gave your body to a man who didn’t know what to do with it," Cane murmured, his breath hot on her skin. "Let us show you what it means to be wanted… by three." Riley gave everything to her marriage until she walked in on her husband and his stepsister cheating on her. The betrayal shattered her… but only for a moment as she proposes to the one thing he's always wanted: an open marriage. He thought she’d crumble. Instead, she chose revenge. And nothing stings more than the fact that she picked his three best friends to help her get it. Three ruthless bikers. Three men who don’t share unless it’s worth the risk. Three Alphas who made Riley theirs the moment she said yes to them. Now every night, she gives them what her husband took for granted—moans, surrender, and something dangerously close to love. He watches from the sidelines. Burning. Regretting but it's too late. Because she’s not just taking back her power—she’s making sure he feels what it’s like to be replaced. And the worst part? He never expected she’d fall for them. And that they’d fall for her. And Riley? She's only just started.

The 99th time Owen Anderson slides a ring onto my finger, his adopted sister, Monica Morgan, calls again. And just like that, for the 99th time, he ditches me at the altar to be with her, who's having another depressive episode. I'm fed up. I yell after him as he walks away, "Go ahead! Walk out on me, and I swear I'll marry someone else!" He doesn't even flinch. Instead, he snaps, "Can you stop being so unreasonable? We can get married anytime, but Monica's the only sister I've got." Then, he turns and walks away, leaving me standing there like a complete fool. What he doesn't realize is that this time, I mean it. Later, when he gets down on one knee for the 100th time, his older brother, Chris, slips an arm around my waist and says, "Sorry, Owen. She's your sister-in-law now."

I return to the country after attending an international anesthesia academic conference. That's when I see the news of my boyfriend and twin sister getting married. I'm anxious to verify its authenticity, but my sister drugs me and induces me. "A substitute's child will only be an unwelcome bastard even if it's born. I'm just helping it move on to a better life." Then, she slices me open with a scalpel. She gouges my womb out, causing me to die from significant blood loss. Meanwhile, my boyfriend believes her lies. He's sure he's not the father of my child. He ignores my messages begging him to save me. Instead, he spreads the word about me eloping with someone else. He even wipes all traces of me from his life. "I will never see her again, forever and ever." Five years later, surveillance footage of my sister cruelly murdering me surfaces.

Silver Grayson is a college student who is studying culinary arts at Western College. She has always dreamt of finishing college with good grades and living the best of her life without any worries or drama. But what happens when her parents inform her of her sudden marriage to Luca Corleonesi, a mafia boss.

In Reychelle City, a contest was held to crown the most beautiful woman. After my cousin scarred my face, she seized first place with ease. What she never expected was that this year's contest wasn't for fame; it was to select the future wife of the Third Prince, a ruthless, bloodthirsty eunuch. That very afternoon, gifts poured in by the cartload. My betrothed panicked. That night, he tore up our engagement contract and carried my cousin into the bridal chamber. The next day, she trailed her lacquered fingertips across my cheek and sneered, "Alicia, with your ruined face, who would ever want you? Perhaps the beggar at the street corner might take you in." I caught her wrist, let out a cold laugh, and said, "Who told you I would marry a beggar?" Before her stunned eyes, I pushed open my parents' chamber doors. "Mom, since Maggie doesn't wish to be the prince's consort… let me take her place." Three years later, before the eyes of a shocked court, the Third Prince entered the grand hall with me at his side, with two children in tow. No one had foreseen it. This body of mine, blessed with the rarest gift of fertility, was the perfect match for a man believed incapable of siring heirs.

When I'm at the hospital for a prenatal checkup, I find out that the husband of the woman sitting beside me is Rupert Hensley, a renowned businessman. It's such a coincidence. Rupert is my husband, too. As we chat, I learn that her husband isn't with her because he's out of town for a meeting. This is even more coincidental—my husband is also out of town for a meeting. After a long silence, I decide to get an abortion instead of going for my prenatal checkup. It's only when I later ask for a divorce that I remember he and I never registered our marriage in the first place.

Matteo Montenegro is a 32 year old businessman. Isa siya sa pinaka kilala at maimpluwensyang tao pagdating sa larangan ng negosyo. At his age ay hindi na halos mabilang lahat ng mga negosyong naipatayo nito mapa loob o labas man ng bansa. "What?! Siya si Matteo Montenegro?" Agad naagaw ang aking atensyon sa kadarating lang na lalaki at saktong huminto ito sa aming harapan. Freya, my twin sister looked at the man with disgusts. "You've got to be kidding me, Mum! Ipapakasal nyo 'ko sa isang lumpo?!" Mabilis na tinakpan ni Mama ang bibig ng kambal ko sabay pinanlakihan niya ito ng mata. "Watch your mouth, Freya. Hindi kung sino-sinong lalaki lang 'yang kaharap mo." May halong diing saad ng aming ina tsaka ito muling humarap dun sa lalaki. "Pasensya na po kayo sa inasal ng anak ko, Mr. Montenegro, nagulat lamang po siya." Hindi umimik iyung lalaki at diretso lang ang tingin nito sa kawalan. Palihim ko naman itong pinasadahan ng tingin. He's dashingly handsome. From his deep, blue eyes, thick brows, pointed nose down to his firm jawline. Walang tapon. He's currently sitting on a wheelchair habang nasa likod naman niya ang isang matangkad na lalaki na naka all black attire, must be his bodyguard. It's obvious that he can't walk. "Wait, are you blind?" Ang diretsong tanong ng kambal ko habang naka kunot ang noo. Muli ay hindi naman umimik iyung lalaki kaya ang bodyguard na niya ang sumagot. "Yes, my boss is blind but-" "Oh, come on! Lumpo na ta's bulag pa? Ganyang klasi ng lalaki ang nais mong ipakasal sa'kin? What kind of a mother are-" "Enough, Freya!"

“Habang patuloy na ipinaglalaban ko ‘tong nararamdaman ko sa ‘yo ay siya namang pagsira ko sa sarili ko…” Mahirap para sa isang Camilla Torres ang relasyon nila ng kaniyang Boss na si Herald Benedict Fonteverde. Hinahayaan niya kasi ang sarili na alipinin nito sa kama kahit alam ng lahat na kasal ang lalaki. Gusto ng kaniyang isip na makawala, ngunit ayaw ng kaniyang puso. Hanggang sa dumating sa punto na natatakot na siya, hindi para sa sarili kundi dahil sa anak niya. Paano na lang kung magkaisip ito at malaman na ang kaniyang ina ay isang kabit? Magawa kayang isakripisyo ni Camilla ang kaniyang kaligayahan? O magpapatuloy na lang kahit marami siyang maapakan? Paano kung pumabor nga sa kaniya ang kapalaran at sa oras din na dumating iyon ay siyang pagbunyag ng katotohanan na ang buong pagkatao niya ay isang malaking kasinungalingan lamang?

The princess was now standing in front of me. But she was not what I expected. In fact, to say I was disappointed was an understatement. Like what the fuck. I've heard stories about how beautiful and enchanting she was, but the woman standing in front of me was completely opposite from that description. The woman standing in front of me was chubby. What the hell? I thought they said she was slim and slender. She even had a mole on her nose and when she smiled at me, I almost puked. She had a huge gap tooth and looked like a clown. "Greetings your highness," she said, and I almost died. Please don't tell me that is my bride. Like, what the f*ck?!