Real Hot Wife Stories Novels & Stories

A Hot wife uses her charms to close the deal. NB: If you've read the previous episodes on Eva, you will know that my wife Eva and I began exploring her showing herself off in various manners which led to her beginning to fuck other men while I watched and joined in. I had always been present to enjoy her sexual adventures until recently. We talked about the possibility of her having sex with another man then coming home to tell me all about it. It was just talk and fodder for our fantasies. Neither one of us ever thought it would happen. We are both in our mid-30's with a couple of kids and those opportunities don't happen to people like us or so we thought.

She felt his fingers teasing the clit as he ran his finger up and down her hole. "Killian," she whimpered as she tried to push him off. Killian pulled her closer with a rough jerk and slapped her womanhood. "Oh, you’re so wet, Schmetterling, yet you’re pretending to hate this?" Rara turned her head to look up at him. There was raw amusement in his voice. “A wife should know how to satisfy her husband.”

I have been working on creating a hot wife website to make lots of money from p**n. I also have two beautiful sisters, Myra and Cameron. Myra just turned twenty and Cameron is eighteen and will graduate high school this year. Myra is in college. She has developed into a very voluptuous young woman and Cameron is quickly getting there. Myra is more outgoing than Cameron. When Myra is home, I lustfully look at her and think whoever is fucking my sister is damn lucky. I know I shouldn't think this way, but I know I would bang Myra if I had the chance. Cameron is more the inward type but very developing into a beautiful woman. She won't go out dressed like this but at home she wears tight short

She was very wet and hasn't had a good cock in months .. right now anything and anyone that will do her husband said just get next man she sees... and then....... ************************* True story A horny wife gets what she wants. It started like any other weekend in a resort town before summer crowds come streaming in. It was a Saturday evening sun was going down the owners of their shore house were cleaning getting ready to rent out to vacationers. I was local 20 yr old walking to a party in town. As I pass this very nice condo a lady on the 2nd floor deck called out .

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..”

And they were all things that I could never have imagined. Seeing my gorgeous wife having super-hot sex with her best friend, Sandy. Sitting on a motel bed naked and jerking off with a cute exotic lesbian right beside me frigging her own pussy. Watching my wife and that cutie finger fucking their cunts for each other, long-distance, and then having my wife watch over the phone as the little vixen jerked me off in the public of our rental car.

Out of all the people in the damn world, she had to get tangled up with him. I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears as I scrolled further. More pictures. More headlines. More fuel for the fire that was rapidly consuming my last shred of control. “Billionaire Angelo’s Wife Spotted Cozying Up to Rival in a Nightclub!” “Angelo’ s wife Getting Handsy with a New Man?” “Trouble in Paradise? Angelo’s Wife and His Biggest Competitor in an Intimate Dance!” My jaw locked so tightly it ached. My fingers curled tighter around my phone until—

he said blankly. Just then, the girl who was inside his car came out. She was almost naked. Wasn't she cold? It felt like I could die any moment from the cold and here she was, technically naked. And he called me a whore... "Baby, who is she?" she faked smiling at me. She was tall, probably 6ft, and she also had hills on. "She is no one, no one you need to know," Jack told her. That hurts. "You can go now, I don't want you here." he gritted out at me.

Well, why not give it a try? On a sudden impulse, I traced my fingertips lightly over Orlando’s hand, moving with such gentle caresses that I could see his reaction—his eyes widening in disbelief. “This is how you pay for your wife’s mistakes,” I whispered, flashing a sly, teasing smile. “That accident cost me dearly.” “What do you mean, Miss?” he asked. My smile deepened, more provocative than before. “I demand compensation.” I stepped closer without hesitation. My fingertips lingered on his hand, and he didn’t pull away. So, he didn’t mind, huh? Typical hypocrite! Can’t resist a beautiful woman, can you?

Laughter erupted between them, light and healing. Just then, August peeked his head in. “Ah, so you’re the one delaying her, Chisom.” “Ahh! Bro August, abeg o! My hand no dey inside.” Chisom raised her palms in mock surrender. She rose from the bed and dusted off her dress. “I should be going. It looks like Mr. Romantic wants to take his beautiful wife out. Let me not interfere.” “Love you, babe,” Emelia called after her.