Seducing A Married Man Novels & Stories

"Holy heavens, don't let me wake up, I'm just going to stay married to him here in my dream! All those thoughts were going on in her head. Ashley opened her eyes slowly and saw a man beside her, he wasn't the man she married. "Hey beautiful" his hoarse and deep voice came through. Ashley hastily shoved him and he stumbled to the floor. " Ouch…. my waist" he moaned and allowed in pain. Ashley jumped up from the bed in her pyjamas. "Help! There is an intruder here!

" I know how much you love him and this is the only opportunity you have, If you utilize it well, You might be with him for the rest of your life " " Okayy, how do I utilize it? "I asked dragging the first word. " Maynard just aquired a new secretary, And through my undercover agents, I found out that he is so fond of the Secretary, Since we've been working towards having a business deal with them, You will be used to seal the deal, By getting married to him, It will start with dates, party nights, then you will look for something to hook him down with, Be it pregnancy or anything, And I'm sure you know what I'm talking about? "

The married housewife surrendering to her lusts. She bent over, her large breasts swinging, and engulfed the tip of my cock. I groaned as those plump lips slid over my dick. The last man she had touched with those was her husband, kissing him goodbye as he went off to work. Now she suckled on my dick with hunger. She blew me was such a ravenous passion. I groaned, fucking the vibrator in and out of her pussy as she nursed on my cock. "That's it," I said as she bobbed her head. "Just imagine your husband doing this to you. How amazing it will be to suck his dick just like this. You see how perfect our marital aids are?"

He smiled sarcastically and she wondered what he was up to this time round. He never failed to amaze her. “You see, you are still attracted to me “he murmured hoarsely and then placed her back on the floor “But I am not going to fuck a married woman. If you want this, you have to divorce him right away. understood? “He said looking colder than an ice.

"Let's stop lying to ourselves, sweetheart. You're a beautiful woman. And I know I'm not looking bad. We have chemistry, and I know you can feel it." "Keep fooling yourself," I scoffed. "I told you to stop trying to seduce me. It's never going to work." "I'm not trying to seduce you." He leaned in again. "I'm trying to make you fall in love with me." "Well, in that case," I pulled away from him. "You're gonna have to make me fall out of love with my husband, which is impossible. I've been with him since I was eighteen."

I asked, my eyes narrowing dangerously. "No, I am just reminding you that after giving birth, if you want to seduce someone, you have to at least look sexy. Or you can't seduce a rich man like Andrew," he chuckled and returned his attention to his phone. It took me a minute to recompose myself. "Are you sure you are really the man that I'm married to? Because you would never talk to me this way," I told him, my voice shaking slightly as I stared at him, my hands trembling at my sides while my chest rose and fell rapidly.

The room feels smaller. Closer. “What was the reason?” I ask. For the first time since I’ve known him, Adrian hesitates. Not calculating. Searching. When he finally speaks, his voice is almost rough. “I was tired.” “Tired of what?” His answer comes quietly, without performance. “I didn’t marry you for revenge,” Adrian says. The words settle slowly, impossibly. He takes one final step closer, close enough that I feel his breath. “I married you because I was tired of pretending you belonged to someone else.”

“That was just the start. First rule of seduction—lure your man into his fantasy, his favorite things. Like giving catnip to a cat. Get them high. And once they get used to it, that’s when you make them your prey.” “Easier said than done,” I complained, massaging my thighs. “Jack was a bit rough. I still feel like a squashed tomato.” Last night, I felt like I was in a massage parlor that turned into a boxing ring. Instead of feeling relaxed, it was like every muscle in my body had been worked to exhaustion. I had to cover my neck with concealer because of the hickeys he left—and they weren’t just there, but all over my body, especially my chest.