My Sexy Wife Novels & Stories

Mark had a perfect view of that huge black cock stretching his wife's pussy lips obscenely wide. Her inner walls gripped him, creamy white pussy juice coating his shaft, he whimpered softly, as he tried to stop his hands from stroking his tiny dick. But a faggot is always a faggot, because with even stroking his dick, he was already cumming like a broken faucet as he watched his wife being used properly in a way he could never do it.

I asked, smiling smugly as I readied myself for an outburst. “You very well know who this is, Valerie! Or do you mean to tell me you slut around other people’s husbands too?!” she shot angrily; her voice low but thick with malice. “Of course not! I don’t find other people’s…’husbands’ as appealing as yours.” I retorted, stressing on the word ‘husband’ to poke her where it hurts. “Yours is far more appealing, sexier… I mean, he is good looking and do not get me started how good he is in bed! As a matter of fact, I have decided to settle for yours for the meantime! You might as well get used to it”

I knew Scarlett’s angry face was enough to turn me on, so I decided to watch her while I had my time with this one. “Ahh… yeah…” I moaned as the secretary, whose name I didn’t bother to get, sucked on my dick while I watched Scarlett’s video on my phone, but she wasn’t alone in it. She was having her time with my son, I figured they had sex some days ago in my house. I grabbed the secretary's head, as I forced down my cock in her throat at the realisation of that, and in no time, I was reaching my release. “Fuck…” I groaned with ease as I exploded in the bitch’s mouth, my eyes still glued to the screen as I watched Xavier ram into my wife’s pussy from the back while she moaned out like his l

I straighten my shoulders, pretending like I’m fine with it all. “Shut your mouth, you look like a clown.” Sasha slowly moves his gaze over to meet mine. “You cut his dick off.” My head sways side to side. “Technically, that’s true. But it wasn’t the plan.” Sasha scrunches his nose. “And it smells like sex in here because?” “Because my wife is cooler than your fiancee.” Sasha’s eyes move back to me. “I don’t think I want to know.” “No way.”

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.

A LOVING HUSBAND AND A BIRTHDAY PRESENT 1 I knew exactly what my wife needed for her birthday. For years I had watched Elena, my beloved wife, lose herself in gay p**n. The first time I caught her, she was on our bed with her legs spread obscenely wide, three fingers buried deep in her soaked pussy while she pinched and pulled her heavy tits. On the screen, a muscular top was destroying a younger guy’s ass in a brutal doggy-style, the bottom moaning like a cheap slut, begging to be fucked to stupor.

Her gaze was threatening. “How dare you invade my privacy?” I demanded, anger rising in my voice. “Privacy?” she laughed lightly. “The last time I checked, you’re a lonely wife sleeping alone in a big bedroom.” She leaned back and crossed her legs confidently, her voice calm. “Meanwhile, Victor crawls into my bed willingly every night like his life depends on it. I must say… he’s very good in bed.” She burst into laughter. “What do you want?” I growled, my eyes flashing with fury.

My wife Cynthia Bolton's voice was soft, but her words hit my chest like a ton of bricks. I stared down at the floor, my mind racing as I tried to process what she'd just said. Seeing my sheer disbelief, Cynthia let out another sigh and explained calmly, "The night before the divorce went through, we didn't use protection. You and I weren't married yet, and it was all consensual. I'm sorry I kept it from you." Her words left my brain completely numb.

They were so hypocritical. "How dare you say that my daughter is a bastard?" As soon as Mrs. Madden heard what Howard's wife had said, Mrs. Madden's eyes turned red in anger. Hunter was a strong backer of Howard and his wife. Hunter asked them to make a scene, so they were not afraid of these rich people at all. Howard's wife expanded her chest, looked at Mrs. Madden with scorn and said, "So what? Am I wrong? She was not my daughter but showed up at my home. She is a bastard."

"It's not in vain that I passed on my handsomeness to my children. Look at that, he's a crush on girls. It's like I was taken over by one sub-district. There are Lela children, Kong Haji's daughter, and Midah, Sarah, Zainab...." Babe Rojali's words immediately stopped when he saw the wife next to him glaring in displeasure. "Handsome is handsome, but why do you use it to mention all women, Bang? So what do you think, Bang?" Babe Rojali smirked and immediately embraced his wife. "Don't worry, Honey. My love is just for you. Just be cranky. Yes, you are the most beautiful, the sexiest, that's why I made you my wife!"