روايات وقصص ضمن My Hot Wife Stories

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?"

Lonely housewife discovers the world of submission. Enjoy.. ****** My first husband and I had a lot of hot sex during the first month we were dating: Nothing new or particularly exciting, just sex and lots of it. But then I got pregnant and since then, our sex life had deteriorated to the point of non-existence. I was unfulfilled emotionally as well. He was caught up in work and I was left taking care of the home, our daughter, and my job. Not a happy time, but I began to daydream of my lifelong fantasy of submission. I really wanted to fully submit to another's will over mine: To be controlled by another and to please them. And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else.

She dropped her phone and gently lowered herself onto her couch. She turned on her TV set. The scene of the accident was displayed. According to the reporter, Mr. Williams was returning home from the party when the ugly incident occurred. It was a very terrible accident that claimed his life and that of his driver. Catherine could not control the tears in her eyes as she watched her boss lying lifeless on the tarred road. "Is this what life is all about" she murmured as fresh tears dripped down her cheeks. The news of the accident escalated within a few minutes. The multi-billionaire Williams Smith is dead. It shocked everyone, especially those who saw him at the party last night. The news b

I just pressed my eyes closed, knowing nothing how to react at this. "Mhmm so where I was. Yeah right, then his hand keeps on crawling till it reaches the bare back of your wife. And your wife being completely naive, she'll get little uncomfortable but soon dash her discomfort when she'll notice the friendly smile that hot guy would be faking. They both will dance to the beats of some dirty lyrics and soon that guy will start bringing his face closer till it would be only inches apart from your wife's face." My face flushed as she continued with her stupid story.

Adrian was behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other squeezing her breast, his face twisted in pleasure. "Fuck," he groaned. "God, I love your tits. So much better than—" "Shut up," Maribel hissed, cutting him off. "Don't wake her." But Adrian kept going, kept squeezing, kept moving, and I watched from the shadows of the balcony as my fiancé fucked my best friend on the couch where we watched movies together. The scene was familiar. Horribly, devastatingly familiar. Like déjà vu, except I knew exactly why. I'd walked in on this before. In my first life, at the estate, the positions were different. The location was different.

I'm Joyce, a 42-year-old housewife, and I have a secret. No, I'm not having an affair or embezzling money from my husband's company. My secret is that I'm a hotwife. I love fucking strangers. The thrill of the unknown, the excitement of the forbidden, it sets my pussy on fire like nothing else. It all started a few years ago. My husband, Mark, and I had been married for over a decade, and our sex life had become routine. We'd fuck on weekends, missionary style, with the lights off. It was functional, but it wasn't exciting. I craved more.

Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *

All I knew, with a desperate certainty, was that I wanted my husband back. "But how can you say that? You didn't see him. He has another woman, a mistress! He has been having her all these years. They have a child. She is pregnant. They're expecting another baby!" "I understand what you're saying, dear," my mother-in-law said calmly. "I need you to relax. I know it's all-new, and you're still in denial, but that is the reality of things. It is true; Ryan does have another woman, a mistress. They do have a child together. They are expecting another child. But you are forgetting that you're the wife."

“Only heard of his ex wife, he once had a wife and that was a past.” She shrugged apathetically. “Fortunately I'm still the only one he loves.” “Maybe?” “Tell me, did he pay you to pretend to be his wife? I know Richard would do anything to have me back, just tell me the truth darling. I promise I'm not going to tell a soul.” Charlene stifled the urge to laugh. She noticed that Henrietta was trying not to break down but her voice was about to fail her. “Pay me? That's ludicrous.”

I said with a blank look. “Speaking about work. Am currently working on a story and it really critical. Personally, am interested in it” “Hmm what is it about?” “Okay, a man have been maltreating his wife for the past 6 years now. Both physically, emotionally and sexually” “What the..domestic violence still happens?” I asked shocked as I forgot about the work I was busy with. “Like, I was surprised too. I mean, a man have no right, no fucking right to lay his hand on a woman..talk less of his own wife..”