Mature Hot Wife Stories Novels & Stories

Me: "I just can't believe this is all working out; to be honest, mom, I had planned that this all happen, that I won your heart with, well, my big cock. I must have dreamt a thousand times that I would win your heart and then you'd be mine, dedicated, loyal, and willing to have my babies." Mom: "Well, I should be mad, but that damn cock of yours! It's amazing you didn't try and seduce the whole town. I can assure you that the old, horny women of my bridge club would all jump at the chance to have you. All of them are married, some are even still fertile. God, I could just see you, looking proudly as those society women rolled in, each sporting a swollen belly carrying your child. Wow, that e

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

Being completely in my wife is a test I will likely fail any minute now. Fuck. If takes all of the discipline I have gotten in all of my years as a mafia leader not to cum immediately inside. Being buried in the sweet inside of my wife's pussy is better than just looking at it: her walls are warm and tight in a way that should be illegal. It is not my first time in her but every time is a new experience, still tight like the first day I took her in my office.

Vivienne kissed his abs and slipped out of the room quietly. In the afternoons, while his father was at work, they used the master bedroom. The big bed felt soft under them. Vivienne loved riding him on it. She pushed Jasper onto his back and straddled his hips. She pinned his hands down above his head. Her big breasts swayed as she bounced on his cock. The wet sounds of her pussy sliding up and down filled the room.

"You're insane, but I love it." More rooms, more positions. On the plush rug, sixty-nine, mutual pleasure with mouths and hands. His groans vibrated against me as I swallowed him down. "Fuck, your throat... don't stop." Climax hit simultaneously. Exhaustion didn't slow us. The hot tub on the deck brought buoyant sex, water splashing as we rocked together. Conversations turned to commitment, dreams blending. Throughout the night and into the next day, we lived every fantasy. Role play elements slipped in—he as the conquering mogul, me the captured influencer. Dirty commands and praises mixed with genuine affection.

” She feigned boldness “the name of my husband is Mr. Bon-Hwa Acada.” Bon-Hwa Acada?” the three men asked in unison looking at her and then at themselves. One of the men in the office said “The Bon-Hwas has 96 matured men in their family tree according to ‘who is who magazine’. And they were listed according to the order of their wealth and sphere of influence. Did any of them answer Acada? He said this looking at the dean. The dean without answering, opened his drawer and brought out 3 editions of ‘who is who magazine’, he took out the said edition and started reading it out loud.

she heard Nicholas groan in her sleep, but she was too far gone to stop. Nicholas shifted in his sleep, feeling soft hands caressing him gently. It was too good to be true; he didn’t want to wake up from this dream. But the sensation that was racking through him indicated that this could only be happening in real time, and he forced his eye open. Nothing on earth ever prepared him for the sight in front of him. Mary, his innocent wife, raised in the convent all her life, had her hands in his shorts, and she was stroking his cock. The sight was so hot that his dick responded favorably, growing harder.

When your son's bedtime stories came from mommy because daddy was always at another business dinner? "Ladies." I forced a smile that probably looked more like a grimace. "If you'll excuse me, I have another appointment." "Of course! Don't let us keep you from that perfect life of yours!" Mrs. Whitmore's laugh tinkled like breaking champagne flutes. I made it to the elevator before the words really hit. Perfect life. They saw what I let them see. The authentic Sera Blackwood, wife of Jonathan Blackwood, old money, new success. Mother to Oliver, the sweetest eight year old who still believed in magic and happy endings. Part-time art authenticator who worked "for fun" because surely Jonathan pr

Her fingers slid easily back inside me, picking up where I left off , withdeep, steady strokes that made fresh wetness leak out. “He won’t be interested in you like that, Maya,” she said softly but firmly, curling her fingers against my G-spot while her thumb circled my clit. “Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.”

I would have such an awesome climax. Just a big burst of cum into her married pussy. The MILF would take every drop. She was such a whore. A gloryhole slut that was bringing me to the brink of cumming. I groaned, burying to the hit in her. "Yes," I groaned. "Oh, wow, you have a tight snatch. Just an amazingly hot cunt!" "I know," she purred. "Just keep fucking me with that big dick." I did. I kept fucking her, my balls tightening. I just had to nut in her. I had to flood this married woman with my cum. The fact she was someone's wife, that she was cuckolding him, made this even hotter. She was such a sinner.