Sexy Chubby Wife Novels & Stories

I said while sipping my can. "Oh come on! It's not like you never told me your sex life" He said. "It is different now, You are asking about my sex life with my wife," I said. "Okay, Someone doesn't want people to know about his wife....hmm...I didn't know you are a possessive type of husband." He said with a teasing grin on his face. "She is different from what I taught or maybe I am wrong...I can not read what's going on in her mind. Sometimes she acts stubborn and sometimes cute and naive as well," I said to Kane.

She sobbed like a baby. He nodded his head in response. “Then hold your ears while doing sit-ups— say sorry!” “Excuse me!” Sebastian said, placing his hand on his waist. “Yes!” She nodded her head ten times like a baby fish, hehe! “Hey, I’m Sebastian Richardson!” “I’m the wife of Sebastian Richardson!” She muttered, placing her hands on her waist, fighting back with the same passion while winking at him. The cops smiled at her and her cuteness. “It’s okay, sir—saying sorry to the wife is the tag of our husbands.”

Why? "Why? Did you and your girlfriend have another fight?" "Are you dense?" he retorted, causing my jaw to drop. "What?" "Do you realize you're the only wife who doesn't seem to care if her husband is with other women or not? You're also the wife who's oddly comfortable even when her husband is openly fooling around. You even keep pushing me toward Wendy, don't you? You're the one who arranged our first contract, right? You're really clueless, aren't you?"

My fingers flew over my clit, dipping lower sometimes to feel where his thick shaft stretched me wide, scooping up leaking cum and rubbing it back over my swollen nub. Mark stepped even closer, right at the edge of the bed. He reached out and slapped my bouncing tits hard, once on each, watching them redden. “You love this, don’t you?” he panted. “Love riding his bigger cock while I watch.” “Yes,” I sobbed, rubbing my clit frantically. “I love it. I’m your filthy cuckold wife.” The words sent Jake into overdrive. He bucked up harder, meeting my drops with punishing upward thrusts that jolted my whole body. My orgasm built fast and vicious, coiling tight in my belly.

Her back arched, breasts heaving, nipples hard peaks. “SHIT!” She cried out when he added a third finger, stretching her, scissoring while he sucked her clit like it was the only thing that mattered. In Jayden’s mind, it was Sebastian’s cock stretching him instead. The way that thick veined shaft had ruined his ass, the degrading words, the brutal slaps. His own cock throbbed painfully against the mattress as he devoured his wife’s cunt, grinding his hips down for friction. His wife came hard the first time, screaming his name, pussy spasming around his fingers, flooding his tongue with sweet release. He didn’t stop. He licked her through it, gentler then fiercer again, until she was shaking

she said to me with an unfazed tone. "A friend?" I scoffed in disbelief, as I knew that she didn't have any friends, talk less of a male friend. She spends most of her time at home, so how on earth did she get a male friend who now takes her out? The thought of any man taking her out and spending time with her while we were still married only added to the anger that I was feeling. "And since when does a married woman have a male friend that makes her ignore her husband's call? " I thundered angrily at her.

He’s hard. The sick fuck enjoyed watching me fuck his wife.

I had no idea my wife, Bella Ross, had a best friend who was so incredibly sexy. After boarding the plane, the three of us occupied seats in a single row. From the corner of my eye, I stole a glance up Celeste's skirt, looking at the narrow space between her juicy thighs. I was truly so tempted to pry her legs apart and bury myself deep inside her. Nonetheless, my wife was just sitting right next to me. I would never have the guts to do so. As I compared Celeste's figure to my wife's, they were basically worlds apart. Bella was dressed in a tacky shirt, and her chest was so flat that they offered zero tactile stimulation when I caressed them.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from the restroom for an entire hour until Mark and his companion finally emerged. The woman looked utterly drained, practically being carried by Mark, or she would have crumpled to the floor. I noticed her body shaking slightly. I frowned. Damn, no wonder those women go for him; he had the physique for it. On the weekend, I went out for dinner with some friends. As we were sipping drinks, one of my friends asked, "Jason, isn't that your wife over there?" I turned around and spotted Donna, arm-in-arm with another woman while shopping.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.