Married Couples Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Mom moaned louder as I continued, "Or maybe you would surreptitiously grope my cock through my pants as I spoke to another woman who approached me, just to remind me who I belonged to. I bet you would get territorial if some other woman tried flirting with me. In fact, I bet you'd pull me into an empty room, drop to your knees, suck my hard cock, and moan as you swallow my hot cum before telling me that we are leaving so that you could pounce on my hard cock as soon as we got home." Mom moaned out an affirmative response as I continued, "Or we could go on a couples retreat or cruise where no one knows us. We could smirk as the other couples listened to our cover story of how we met, not know

“Take it, Victoria. Take it like the hungry wife you are.” He reached around her, his fingers finding me, wet and throbbing. He plunged two fingers inside me, his thumb circling my clit. The dual stimulation—feeling him fuck his wife while he fingered me—unraveled me. “Oh god,” I whimpered. “Look at her, Victoria,” Jonathan commanded, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Look at what you’re a part of.”

We just wanted to spice up our marital life. My name is Diego. I’m thirty-four, fit from years of gym discipline, and married to Susan for six years. Our sex life had become routine, comfortable, but predictable. After months of talking about it, we decided to explore. We connected with two other couples online through a private, discreet swinging forum. Everyone was vetted, tested, and on the same page: no pressure, just fun and fantasy.

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.”

Celine retorted, Richard burst Into laughter, and asked, “are you for real, do you serious about these marriage Issues?“ Richard said, “yes, am serious,” Celine said, “Please forget about the story, and lets open another page and created new stories,” Richard says, “exactly what we are starting,” Celine said, and she stood up and locked the door, threw the key under the bed, and say, “let's get started and create many stories and join them with the old stories of our life,” Celine said, “Please, open this door,” Richard said, “both of us will be here till tomorrow morning,” Celine said, and she turned on the television and she search for xxx/ porn channels and she increased the volume, and s

They started dating and a year later they got married. Bob was a passionate presence in the pulpit, but he never brought any of it to their bed. He believed that sex should only occur between a husband and wife and insisted on waiting until they were married to have sex. On their wedding night they consummated their marriage and for a few months he gave in to his new wife's desires and had sex with her a couple of times a week. Angela had a strong sex life with her first husband and enjoyed orgasms regularly, but she quickly discovered that wouldn't be happening with Bob. For him, sex was just his duty as a husband and a part of marriage. His idea of making love was to always use the mission

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."

“You said once you guys got married, you would get rid of the child and claim that you had a miscarriage, and that would be the end of that. You would have gotten what you wanted. At first, I was skeptical, after all, if getting pregnant was that easy, many couples wouldn’t be looking for a child to call their own. But then again, there also wouldn’t be many knocked-up females who either got pregnant the first time they had sex, or got pregnant by mistake when the last thing they wanted was a child. You told me that you were close to your ovulation period and that you were sure to get pregnant.” “How much do you want to keep your stupid mouth shut? I know where this is going. You want money.

My name is Mia, and I’ve been married to Alex for two years now. On paper, everything looks perfect—nice house in the suburbs, a decent job, Sunday brunches with the family. But the truth is, my pussy has been aching for the wrong man since the day I met him. His name is Robert. My father-in-law.

“They have no choice, nothing can ever part us, they just have to get used to it at this point.” “Yeah, they would adjust. Do whatever makes the both of you very happy and living.” “Yes we will and we might go for insemination to get babies in the future.” “Or we will get cats.” “And dogs.” The groups chats just continued with jokes, excitements and four young women trying to satisfy their sexual deviants and lust. “We would also be having an open marriage so we would fuck whoever we want.” “Good thinking. That is a great idea. At least for more satisfaction.”