Real Wife Fantasies Novels & Stories

When my core clenched in reaction, his eyes widened. I confessed, “When I imagined sucking you off, I started finger-fucking myself. In my mind, you fed your cock between my lips. You came in a flood, and I drank you down.” His hands started to shake. Brows drawn, he rasped, “True?” “True. It was mi fantasia, just a fantasy. But as I orgasmed I was licking my lips for more.” Roman was ahocked. At that, his shaft thickened until he could barely move. “It’s my fantasy too. Woman, the things you make me think . . .”

And heavens, I had fantasised about it for almost, my entire life, but the fantasy was nowhere near the reality . Rhys was my first love. The man that I had always wanted to give my first to, the whole of me... And while I had waited for that time, before he betrayed me, I had kept myself distracted by thoughts of him taking me, and how it would feel like. Good? Loads and Loads of pleasure? Yes, that's what I had imagined. I had even fantasised about our first night together, candles, scented room, dim lights, pristine white sheets, laden with red roses, arranged meticulously, forming a huge heart shape? Then Rhys would gently lead me to the bed, help me on it before taking me, taking my fir

Alex’s cum was still leaking slowly from Lila’s well-fucked pussy onto the soft cushion beneath them. The air was peaceful, the distant sound of waves mixing with their slowing breaths. Lila lifted her head, looking at her husband with shy but excited eyes. Her cheeks were still flushed from her last orgasm. “I can’t stop thinking about it,” she whispered, her voice husky. “The other fantasy I told you about… two guys. You and another man. Both of you inside me at the same time. I want to feel completely full. Stretched. Used. Owned.”

I was attracted to you at first glance, and it prompted me to check out your channel out of curiosity. Baby, the more I realized your experience was fabricated, the more I got hard imagining how much I could make those come naturally for you. I will send you a photo of me now. I'm actually good-looking and loaded. Young also. You could consider me every woman's dream, and I wish to be your reality. Only you.* Nima felt like she's dreaming at the moment. She has read and could proudly say none of the Male leads are as crazy as this guy. He is so nosy and disturbingly confident.

It didn't sound like a bad idea at all until feelings get mixed. I don't mind surrendering my body to the man who makes me experience the imagininary sexual romance that I watch in movies or read in the novels. He turned my fantacies into reality and I want to live it as long as he's mine. On the papers.

“What? I just want to know.” “You need to stop fantasizing about fictional men, Gia. They’re not even real, and if they were, you certainly in hell wouldn’t want one like the types you read about in your life.” “You need to stop breathing air; I mean, it’s not even real, and we’d die anyway. Yours can just be some years earlier, I’ll join you when I’m old.”

His name trending—not for a deal closed or a partnership secured, but for the scandal unraveling in public view. He scrolled absently, each buzz a reminder of the fallout. Of what he’d built—then burned. And still… Not one message from the only two people who had once made all of it mean something. Articles spreading like wildfire. Tweets, Reddit threads, F******k reels—all speculating about the marketing tycoon with two wives. With two lives. One post showed a photo of Andrea and Celina, side by side, their faces juxtaposed under the title: Which One Is the Real Mrs. Reyes?

Hence, he punished her severely. Aside from that, David’s company secret was exposed. He angrily disowned Scarlett. Talia was the last person to be bewitched by the system. She kept trying hard to remedy the relationship between Scarlett and David, and her relationship with Francis as well. But they seemed to be possessed as they firmly believed that it was Scarlett behind everything. Finally, Talia also went crazy and believed that Scarlett had gotten her mother killed. Hence, she started ignoring Scarlett. No one believed anything Scarlett said. Therefore, she had no choice but to jump off the building to take her life. She tried to use that to prove her innocence.

Which wasn’t that fake after all. She had to cover Emma’s mouth every once in a while to prevent her from screaming or making noises inside the library but Florence was able to tell everything she could remember, keeping the steamy details of their nights together, of course. Emma didn’t need to know that much anyway. “Holy sh*t,” Emma whispered, trying to put the pieces together in her mind. “I thought you were faking your marriage. Is he good? In bed, I mean.” Florence’s jaw opened in shock.

She paused before quickly adding, "Not that I want you to have an affair with her!" I pouted. I saw the briefest flash of anger cross her face. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding!" "You'd better be. This is one of those instances where fantasy and reality should never, ever meet." "Unless, of course, you want me to cut off your balls." She winked and grabbed them, pulling slightly. We fucked again that night. It was the first time in ages we'd fucked twice in one night, and we loved it. Afterward, we talked more about the rigid lines between fantasy and reality. I toyed with the idea of telling Linda about the pictures of her sister on the web, but for the moment I decided against it.