Sexy Chubby Wife Novels & Stories

I just pressed my eyes closed, knowing nothing how to react at this. "Mhmm so where I was. Yeah right, then his hand keeps on crawling till it reaches the bare back of your wife. And your wife being completely naive, she'll get little uncomfortable but soon dash her discomfort when she'll notice the friendly smile that hot guy would be faking. They both will dance to the beats of some dirty lyrics and soon that guy will start bringing his face closer till it would be only inches apart from your wife's face." My face flushed as she continued with her stupid story.

Soft, breathy moans escaped her lips, growing louder as pleasure built. “Does your husband know what a filthy exhibitionist he married?” the stranger taunted, pumping his cock steadily, his powerful abs flexing with every stroke. Pre-cum glistened at the tip, catching the light. “Does he know his wife is out here spreading her legs for the man next door, showing off her dripping cunt like a cheap whore?”

The lust was written all over his face. "What can I do for you?" Alex asked, annoyed this time that this man had ruined his chances. Who was he anyways? His clothes looked too ordinary to be anything special but the man's face and aura was not to be messed with. "This woman," Lucas said. "… is my wife.” Alex's mouth hung open in shock, his eyes were wide and unblinking. He stared at Lucas like he had just seen a ghost. The news was like a bomb to him and he glanced back and forth between the stranger and Evelyn.

I insisted, heatedly “Oh, come off it, Charlotte!” Mathew sneered, “You can’t win this one, just accept it” “The earlier you do, the better” his wife added mockingly as she rubbed her flat belly for emphasis. “Unless you can get yourself pregnant with a boy or a ring on your ring and pregnant with a boy, you’re going nowhere” at the end of her words the couple let out a celebratory laugh with the others but it only made me even more angry.

watching with curiously he saw a woman's black shoe out of the car, then her body His body froze, For An instant that appeared like an eternity, he seemed to stop breathing at the sight of his wife coming out of the car So the woman he had been condemning after all was his wife? While he was one of the worried partners waiting at home? He could not believe it, he had to rub his eyes with his palm trice in order to make sure he's not suffering from the figment of his imaginations But it was steak really staring in him in the face , with goose pimples all over his body,he watched his wife waved stylishly too whoever was his rival, who was then reversing his car to make a U-turn

Amythest regained her balance and walked over to the window. "How come you didn't tell me about your husband?" In hushed tones, I inquired. She scowled and drew her brows together, as if she didn't understand why I was interested in his husband. She moved away from me and said, "Umm.... he works as a body bulder." I turned around to face her and showed her my biceps once more. Despite the fact that I am not a bodybuilder, I do have abs and biceps. With a thud, she walked into the washroom, rolling her eyes. She shut the door in my face, as though I was invading her personal space. I slapped my face in humiliation and attempted to inquire about her love life.

They danced for a while and she seductively smiled at him and walked to the restroom swerving her hips in a way that aroused him. James fully drunk followed her inside the restroom. His eyes were red and tough because of the alcohol. He could not comprehend what was going on with him, all he knew was that the way she waddled her hips aroused him. He was fully erect and wanted her so badly that he found himself in the ladies with Catherine.

"If you're that desperate, go hump a stick." She froze, color draining from her face. She couldn't wrap her head around it. She was reaching out to her husband, and he hit her with "no shame"? Lucia didn't sleep a second. Buried under the covers, she scrolled through a forum on her phone: [The pain of a sexless marriage. What should I do if my husband's never touched me since we got married?] Some replies hinted maybe he was into guys. Others wondered if he just... couldn't.

He lifted me onto the island, spread my legs wide, and pushed back inside me in a deep missionary position on the counter. “Fuck… your cock is so deep like this,” I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I’m such a dirty wife letting you fuck me while my husband is home.” Jax drove into me with slow, heavy strokes, his hands gripping my thighs. “That’s right. You’re my personal cumslut now. Say it.” “I’m your cumslut,” I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulders. “My husband could walk in any second and see me getting ruined by your big cock.”

Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.