My Sexy Wife Novels & Stories

He dropped me on the big leather couch my husband bought last year and climbed on top of me. “Spread those legs wide,” he ordered. I obeyed, opening my thighs and showing him my messy, dripping pussy. His cum was still leaking out. Felix stared at it like he was proud. “Look at that married pussy full of my product,” he said, stroking his cock. “Your husband has no idea his wife is such a slut.” “Stop talking and fuck me,” I begged, reaching for him. “I need more.” He pushed back inside in one hard thrust. I cried out and arched my back. He felt even bigger now, stretching my sensitive walls.

My sexy wife and I had just finished having sex. Many nights after sex, we would talk about what turns us on. For years, I had been eating my own cum. My wife loved to watch me eat it. I loved to eat it. Tonight, after filling my wife's shaved pussy, she sat on my face and I cleaned my cum from her bringing her to an explosive orgasm. My wife loved having me suck and lick her freshly fucked pussy clean.

“I’m not your sweet little wife anymore. I’m a slut for black cock.” Kellan gripped her hips and drove into her, his cock disappearing inside her over and over. Marina threw her head back and screamed, bouncing faster, her pussy swallowing him whole. And I sat there, my face only inches away, forced to watch my wife give herself to them completely.

Felix said and laughed as if it was something so amusing. Since he had told me so much, I opened up to him. “Felix, my husband does not satisfy me.” I told him. “You can put on his food Viagra secretly and see how he shall react. I know of women who do that to their husbands. After realizing that their men were down sexually, they now put Viagra in their food and the men fuck their wives perfectly. The man thinks he is a stallion but he is a limp useless banana just like me.” Felix said.

Where the hell is my wife? The music starts and Niel sings “ Do You Think I’m Sexy” by Rod Stewart. I see a few Devils surrounding the dance floor and that is when I see her. Holy fucking shit. There is my wife looking sexy as fuck in a red skin tight strapless minidress and at least four inch red heels. Sabine is dancing with Rocket shaking her ass for all to see. One wrong move: that dress goes higher and everyone will see her panties. Hell is she even wearing any. I can’t tell from here.

I screamed into the sheets, my body arching, the sudden stretch overwhelming. “Fuck—” “Louder,” he demanded, slamming into me again, his grip bruising my hips. I sobbed, my anger melting into raw need, my body clenching tight around him. “You drive me insane, Saesha,” he groaned, his pace rough, relentless. “Nagging, yelling, fighting—my perfect, stubborn wife. And I’ll take every bit of it. Right here.” Each thrust knocked the breath from me, pleasure crashing through the edges of my exhaustion.

Sean screamed, looking at me in rage. "Who is she, Sean?" I questioned, adjusting on the covers on my trembling baby before looking back at him. " Your wife, brother." he chuckles. " What is her name?" I asked. " Why are you asking me this?" he screamed, irritation vivid on his face. " ANSWER ME." I screamed. " Sage Hades Romano." he muttered, rolling his eyes. " Yes, she is Sage Hades Romano. My wife, my pride and my strength. How dare you hurt my pride?" I screamed, planting a punch on his face.

She giggled and made me forget about getting sloppy seconds, by saying, "Yeah, I guess you would be...but I'm just in the mood for some real meat. I wanna trace all the veins on that big dick with my tongue...you'll like that...won't you?" I smirked, "Now sweet talk...and sexy promises?" "You know I'm good for all my promises...and you love your hot...sexy...super horny wife!" She gave me that sexy Tina grin, and went down on me again, but it didn't take long before I was bending her over the potting bench.

"Sean and Jane are working so hard for the company. Why are you still arguing with him?" "I'm busy too. Even though he's busy, he can still see his wife all the time...unlike me." Steve complained while he wrapped his arm around Sally's shoulder and leaned his head on her shoulder with a pitiful look on his face. "I can only see mine when I return home." Steve's antics amused Sally, who went into a fit of uncontrollable chuckles. Then, she patted him in the shoulder and said, "That's enough. Let's go home."