Mature Hot Wife Stories Novels & Stories

I was getting paid AND getting laid. Hell yeah! When is a man at his peak? When he's got cash in one hand and a woman under the other. After a solid hour of going at it, I felt my spine tighten. Fabian wanted me to give him a kid. I wasn't about to let the man down. I gave her every last drop; not a single one left. Irene's whole body shuddered. She knew exactly what I had just done. She stared at me in shock. "Are you insane? Do you have any idea what you just did?"

I ran out of strength and lay still, staring up at the ceiling. "Never thought I'd end up being called the other man online. I'm begging you. Just let me go. Go back to your family." She shook her head, the words spilling out. "I'm divorcing Randall. Once you're better, we'll get married. You'll be my only husband." A laugh slipped out before I could stop it. "I don't want that anymore. I'm not marrying you." "What about our kid?" she shot back, her voice rising. "We have a baby together. Don't you want him to have a real family?"

The room echoed with skin slapping, moans, and filthy words. “Fuck your stepdaughter harder,” Sarah urged him while fingering me. “Fill that tight pussy.” Jake finally lost control. He had me on my back, legs over his shoulders in a mating press. Sarah sat on my face as he pounded me mercilessly. The angle hit so deep I saw stars. I licked Sarah frantically while my stepbrother destroyed my cunt. “I’m gonna cum inside you,” Jake warned, thrusting faster. “Do it,” I moaned into Sarah’s pussy. “Cum in your stepsister!”

She moaned as he teased her clit, rubbing in slow circles that made her knees buckle. He lifted her onto the counter, spreading her legs wide. His cock looking thick, veined, throbbed against her entrance. “Beg for it,” he demanded, his dominant side emerging. “Please, Matthew, fuck me,” she whimpered. He thrust in hard, filling her completely, stretching her walls with each powerful stroke. The sensation was electric—his hips slamming against hers, balls slapping her ass, her pussy clenching around him greedily. He pounded relentlessly, one hand pinning her wrists above her head, the other rubbing her clit furiously. “Come for me, wife,” he commanded, and she shattered, waves of orgasm cras

Cassandra gasps as Willy, one of the oldest here, tells stories of his glory days. “Ask him how many ribs he’s missing,” I whisper to her, and her eyes widen in shock. “Four,” Willy says and holds up as many fingers. “Had them punched clean out of me.” “You’re lying,” she says with a laugh, and the sound of it heats my body from the inside out. “I’d never lie to a pretty woman,” Willy says, and his best friend George scoffs. “That’s the first person you’re lying to,” George says. “Don’t believe a word he says. But if you want to talk about real injuries, let me tell you about the time I dislocated both my hips and still won my fight.”

The chicken hopped around for a moment before dropping a steaming pile of poop onto my custom-made designer couch. Then it took off racing around the living room, scattering feathers and dust everywhere. That was the last straw. I pointed at the two women, my voice shaking with rage. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Get out!" Martha Wilson showed no sign of remorse. Instead, she planted her hands on her hips, spat on the floor in my direction, and sneered. "Shut your mouth, you bitch. From now on, we're Ryan's first and second wives. And you think you can throw us out?"

She felt her hot walls cling to her fingers, clamping around them and began fingering the wet cunt. "Spread your legs wider," He instructed. "I want to see that pussy gobble up your fingers." She leaned further down on the counter, moaning when Santa moved closer, wanking his dick harder. It bounced and flailed, Monica saw, and every time precum pooled on the fat cock head, he would swipe it with his thumb and rub it down his shaft. , Oh, she wished her husband would be just like this. Dirty, nasty and ready to fuck her brainless.

I fell on top of her, still quaking, cock still buried inside her. This was meant to be a quickie. It was actually. But right now, I still want more. “You should get going,” she said, voice low. The way it sounded, like a wife caring for her husband. It made warmth spread across my chest, a smile splitting on my lips. “Are you that eager to watch me leave?” She chuckled, breathy, then moved a bit. My cock moved inside her and she moaned. “You would be late. Remember the pack elders are already waiting,” she said, and moaned when I moved back a bit and thrust back into her.

A man is fucking a woman who’s laid out like a goddamn goddess on this throne-like chair. Her eyes are rolled back, mouth open and moaning, her hands gripping the arms of the chair she’s holding on for dear life or about to rocket into space. Raw, unfiltered, goddamn intense—it hits low and deep, and I don’t know whether to gasp or just burn. Because this? This is hot. Way too hot.