Sexy Chubby Wife Novels & Stories

"Isn't that right, Nicole?" Nicole nodded and then asked Cindy, "Has your family agreed to let you stay here?" "Yes, they have," Cindy answered, remembering how Martin stood up for her with her family and his promise, all of which made her incredibly happy. "It seems this dessert is nothing compared to your joy right now," Lulu joked, winking playfully. Blushing, Cindy playfully retorted, "You married lady, don't tease me. Your husband's reputation for doting on his wife is well-known in San Joto."

“The woman at the front desk, you’re fucking her, right? If you really want to make this right, then why do you still have the audacity to bring her again and fuck her at the house I lived, Jack?” “That’s not true.” “I have pictures, and that woman was more than willing to share your fair share of escapades. My self-esteem’s at its lowest and I’ve been asking myself, on top of the many questions I have already, why did my husband cheat? Is it because I don’t look beautiful enough? Am I not sexy enough? Do I bore him already?” “No. That’s not true.” Jack attempted to go near Hyacinth. She raised her hand to stop him.

] [Wait—if Ashley owns the bar, then that guy… is he her side piece? The live chat exploded, comments flying too fast to read, a blizzard of shock and fury. The man across from me snapped his lighter open, lit a cigarette, and blew a slow, contemptuous plume of smoke into the air. "Your wife? You?" He barked a derisive laugh. "You look too broke to even know what Ashley looks like. Stop embarrassing yourself. Take that old relic and get out before I have you thrown out." I was about to retort when my eyes locked onto the watch on his wrist.

I just knew that it was a mess. Through the crack in the door, I saw Andrew's body pressing down on top of Ian. They were both kissing each other passionately while exchanging sugary yet disgusting sweet nothings. "Do you love your wife, Andy?" Ian asked, pouting. I had never heard such contempt and abhorrence in Andrew's voice as I did then when he replied, "If I did, I wouldn't have gotten some other guy to have sex with her and make it seem like she cheated on me."

Two thick fingers joined in, pumping fast and curling against her G-spot. “Ahh! Fuck… Mr. Kane! Right there… yeah!” Sophia wailed, grinding back against his face. The pleasure mixed with the shame of betraying her husband again. It only made her cum faster. Her body tensed and she squirted hard all over his tongue, legs shaking violently. “I’m cumming… fuuuuck!” Victor stood, lined up his fat cock, and slammed into her in one brutal thrust. “Take this dick, you married slut.”

His eyes glowed as he stared at me. He grabbed me gently, and his Adam's apple bobbed, “Bella Anderson, please be my contract wife.”

The wet, sloppy sounds of his massive dick stretching my married cunt echoed loudly through the kitchen, mixing with my uncontrollable moans. I could not believe how good it felt. His cock was so much thicker and longer than Mark’s. It hit places deep inside me that I had never felt before, pounding against my cervix with every savage stroke. My pussy juices were gushing out around his shaft, dripping down my thighs and pooling on the floor beneath us. I was a complete mess, bent over like a cheap whore while my husband sat just rooms away, completely unaware. “Fuck yes,” Jake growled, his strong hands gripping my hips so tightly I knew I would have bruises later. “Your pussy is gripping me

He dropped me on the big leather couch my husband bought last year and climbed on top of me. “Spread those legs wide,” he ordered. I obeyed, opening my thighs and showing him my messy, dripping pussy. His cum was still leaking out. Felix stared at it like he was proud. “Look at that married pussy full of my product,” he said, stroking his cock. “Your husband has no idea his wife is such a slut.” “Stop talking and fuck me,” I begged, reaching for him. “I need more.” He pushed back inside in one hard thrust. I cried out and arched my back. He felt even bigger now, stretching my sensitive walls.

I quietly widen the door to my room, turned off the lights and sat on the reading table, peering directly to my hunky stepuncle in their bedroom, fucking his wife and letting the sounds of their love-making wash over me as I eagerly pushed down my panties, parted my legs open and slid my fingers wetly over my tight little pussy. I could see his wife's face scrunched up with passion as her gorgeous husband gripped her tightly by the hips and pushed into her again and again. Her breasts were much larger than my small little cups, and they swayed heavily beneath her as my stepuncle hands gripped her ass tightly and fucked her with deep strokes.

she replied, biting her lower lip. Savannah felt Phantom's hard thing prodding at her buttocks, preparing to take her. Her p*ssy is damp as she waits for her owner. The man's hot breathing turned Savannah even more on. They didn't foreplay tonight; they could do so later. What matters now is that they'll be one. "Let's become one again, jerk." She whispered seductively. Phantom's response to his wife was to shove his d*ck inside her. It was a long and difficult journey, and she is wet and slippery. Savannah exclaimed with delight. She was used to her husband's c*ck, but it appears it was even bigger previously.