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He hikes my legs up over his shoulders and I am bent, utterly given over to him as he rams into me, over and over and over. The orgasm slams into me like a truck, blaring through my body out of nowhere, and I call his name as it rips across me. Above me, Gabriel curses and slams into me one last time, stilling as his own release comes. For a moment, the only sound is that of us gasping for air and catching our breath. Slowly, Gabriel straightens and guides my legs to the mattress on either side of him. He leans down and kisses me, the touch both sweet and possessive. Then he says, “Don’t move,” as he pulls out of me and walks to the ensuite bathroom to handle the condom.

My eyes linger on it for a moment before moving back up to his face, where I see a hungry look that matches the one in my own eyes. He turns his attention back to me, pulling off the last barrier between us. My g-string. I feel a rush of excitement as I'm left completely bare to him. Luke's eyes devour the sight of me, and I can feel his desire like a strong force between us. He doesn't say a word, instead choosing to act on the need that's clearly written all over his face. With a sudden burst of energy, he slams into me, filling me completely. I let out a small cry of pleasure, my body arching to meet his. “Fuck,” he says. “I guess it's different when you’re married.”

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.

Each day becomes a tapestry of sun-drenched beaches, moonlit walks, intimate conversations under the stars, and yes, fucking – lots of fucking. During our honeymoon, Adalina and I discover an even deeper connection. We relish in the freedom of being together, exploring the world as a married couple. Every moment becomes a new adventure, filled with laughter, dance, and moments of pure bliss. Adalina illuminates my life, bringing out the best in me, and I pledge to be the husband she deserves—supportive, uplifting, and a pillar of strength.

He started slowing down and whispered telling me to be quiet, but he didn't stop. Then the person knocked again. "Tom... Tom are you in there it's me". "Fuck", he mumbled and pulled out immediately, dragging his pants up. "Yeahh I'm in, give me a minute I'm in a meeting", be yelled back. "Dress", he mouthed. I did so immediately. "Who is that?", I whispered. "My fiancee", he said. All of the sudden, my brain stopped working. Did he just say his fiancee?? as in... woman he's supposed to get married to?

My cock moved in and out her tight pussy so fast, slick splattering our bodies. Five years being married to this woman and I can't still get enough. Letting go of her legs, I held onto her bouncing tits, fingenails scraping the pointed buds. "Remember our honeymoon?" I murmured, giving her long strokes, cock shiny with cunt cream. "You begged me to fuck you on the beach." She laughed breathlessly, rubbing my swollen clit. "How could I forget? We almost got arrested. But who fucking cares, you fucked my butthole to pieces that day."

But after he asked me out for what felt like the hundredth time, I finally said yes. The next thing I knew, I'd been married for ten years, had four kids, and hadn't had a proper orgasm from my husband in five. Even when we do have sex, I have to play with my own clit while he's inside me just to finish. I'm a sexual person. I always have been.

The decision hung, ripe with possibilities, smelted in the furnace of infidelity and closed with the most intense fucking either of them had ever had. The consequences were only just beginning.

“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.”

“My husband called last night while your cum was still leaking out of me. I had to talk to him normally while your seed was dripping down my thighs. It made me cum again at spot.” Elias grabbed her ass hard, spreading her cheeks. “I want every hole today, Rebecca. I’m not leaving until this married body is completely ruined.” She moaned at his words, already leading him upstairs to the master bedroom she shared with her husband. The bed was huge, sheets fresh. She pushed him down and climbed on top, straddling his face. “Start with my ass, you filthy nerd. I want that nasty tongue in my shithole.”