Real Wife Fantasies の小説・ストーリー

"What if the reality of taking a big black cock is so good that that's all you'll want from now on, and we'll be up here every other weekend?" "And what if you like seeing me get fucked by another guy so much that all you'll want to do after this is to jerk off while you sit back and watch?" she said. "Fat chance of that!" he said. "Same answer for me," she responded. "We're acting out a couple of fantasies, baby. After tonight, we go back to our real lives, with what I think are going to be great memories that will get us both horny when we talk about them." She chuckled, and added, "And when we watch the video."

I needed release, needed to feel something other than this ache in my core. I began to rub myself in earnest, my fingers rubbing my clit as I imagined it was my mates' hands on me. Kaid's mouth on my breast. Thane's cock driving into my pussy. Caspian's fingers spreading my ass. Ryker's tongue lapping at my clit. "Fuck," I moaned. What am I thinking? Why won’t it stop? I was so lost in my fantasy that I didn’t even realize someone had entered the living room until I heard a voice behind me.

I commented. I made her seat in front of me and hug her from behind. She is resting her back in my chest. I kissed her forehead. It is just like it was yesterday when she asks me the work of being a fake husband. That is the ridiculous thing I heard but the most wonderful thing I agreed with. I, Wilson Martinez, the fake husband now the real one is signing off.

Hold you down? Lisa shivered with desire as she read the words on the screen. How did DomMPF know what she secretly desired? NewGRL549: Not in real life, but I’ve fantasized about it. DomMPF: Sometimes reality doesn’t live up to the fantasy. She knew all about that, she created a fantasy for a living. NewGRL549: True. But would you have me discount it out of hand without even trying it? BigCock16: I’ll be happy to show you the ropes

They were towering, wealthy, and radiated ghosts from a past life I thought I'd left behind. "I must be losing my mind," I slurred, a hysterical laugh escaping my lips as I shook my head. "You're not real. I'm fucking hallucinating." "Does this feel like a hallucination?" another voice murmured low, dark, and predatory. A large, warm hand, heavily tattooed at the wrist, slid firmly onto the small of my waist, gripping me through the fabric of my dress. I didn't care if it was a dream. I was hollowed out, broken, and desperate to erase Julian's mocking smirk from my mind.

“And you wanted me to notice.” “Yes.” He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. He groaned softly. “Look at you. Dripping down your legs already.” One thick finger traced her seam, gathering wetness, then pushed inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back. He added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he said against her ear, leaning over her. “About me bending you over my desk and fucking you raw while the campus walks by outside.”

Nat groaned. "Oh, oh, oh." Sam jumped up. "I got it. Zara argued that he would never be interested in pursuing a relationship with anyone and if he did-" Oh, God. No. "She would sleep with him." They both spoke together and started laughing. My words had never come back to bite me in the butt like this. I blushed immediately at the thought of me and Harper rolling in the sheets. "I'm not sleeping with him. Never." I fake shuddered showing them how the very idea repulsed me, which in reality was far from the truth. The thought of sleeping with Harper was exciting and I felt my body heat up in response.

I rest my head against his chest as I try to catch my breath. His lips dust my forehead. “Don’t bother going to sleep.” His hand drops between my legs and he spreads them so they hang over each side of his body. He starts to work me again; his three large fingers slide into my wet, swollen flesh. “That was the entrée and this is a ten-course meal.” Four hours and four showers later, I lie in the semi-darkened room with my fake husband. The light is just peeking through the crack in the drapes. My head is on his chest and his large, muscular arms are around me. The night has been unbelievable to say the least.

“It's a Virtual reality club.” Cassia blinked. “VR? Like… video games?” “Not those kinds of games,” Ava said, smiling widely now. “This is… different. It's a sex VR. They scan you in, and they guarantee real body sensations and total anonymity.” “That sound insane, even for you, Ava.” Cassia quipped. Ava tapped her lap. “Exactly! Which is why it's perfect. You'll wear a mask and you pick your fantasy and no one would ever know it was you. And it won't be cheating on your husband.”