Sexy Hotwife Novels & Stories

I savor her with calculated slowness, cruelly attentive to every quiver she cannot repress. My hands are not idle. They glide beneath the water, mold to the arch of her lower back, the curve of her buttocks, travel back up along the inside of her thighs. She is so soft. So warm. Everywhere. She recoils, arches, her hips undulating despite herself, seeking a friction I still refuse. I turn her over. Her nape is offered, her hands grip the edge of the tub. I press my body against her back, holding her firmly. I am hard, painfully hard, pressed against the cleft of her buttocks. She feels it. A tremor runs through her.

She kept on insisting that he was a single man and he loved her. “Oh you idiot of a wife, can't you see she is just a random girl who has an issue with you? What makes you think that Silas will stand so low and date someone like her or even have something to do with her, a prostitute!!” Silas yelled at me one time when I asked him who the girl was and why she was rude to me.

His fingers tightened around her wrists, his cock pounding into her with relentless hunger, his breath hot against her ear as he growled, “Say it again. Tell me how bad you want me.” Ariana’s breath hitched as she looked into Mateo’s eyes, those dark, devouring depths that had always held her captive. Her lips trembled, her body shivering with the sheer force of her submission, the way she craved his touch, his control, his ownership. “I’m your slut,” she whispered, the words dripping with shame and desire, her voice barely audible over the thunder of her heart. “Your dirty, filthy slut. I want you to hurt me. To break me. To own me.”

“FUCK, HURRY!” I exclaimed. I don’t know how many times I’ve been devalued at relish. I feel like I’m not the former Cherry who is unobtrusive and full of bodily innocence. He awakened what had long been hidden in the corner of my being- and that was lust, hunger, desire, and horniness and eroticism. He quickly stood up and pulled his fingers to my mouth. He stood up and arranged my seat over the sink.

I let out a chuckle at his cheeky comment, feeling my heart race with excitement at the thought of his hands on my body. Turning around to face him, I put on my most seductive smile, feeling a rush of anticipation coursing through me. "Mmm, maybe I do," I purred, leaning back against the sink and giving him a suggestive look. "But I'm not sure you can handle it." He stepped closer, his eyes darkening with desire as he reached out to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. "Oh, I think I can handle anything you throw at me," he said, his voice low and husky.

I have been working on creating a hot-wife website to make lots of money from p**n. I also have two beautiful sisters, Brianna and Jordan. Brianna just turned 20 and Jordan is 18 and will graduate high school this year. Brianna is away in college. Brianna has developed into a very voluptuous young woman and Jordan is quickly getting there. Brianna is more outward than Jordan. When Brianna is home, I lustfully look at her and think whomever is fucking my sister is damn lucky. I know, I shouldn’t thing this way, but I know I would bang Brianna if I had the chance.

A Hot wife uses her charms to close the deal. NB: If you've read the previous episodes on Eva, you will know that my wife Eva and I began exploring her showing herself off in various manners which led to her beginning to fuck other men while I watched and joined in. I had always been present to enjoy her sexual adventures until recently. We talked about the possibility of her having sex with another man then coming home to tell me all about it. It was just talk and fodder for our fantasies. Neither one of us ever thought it would happen. We are both in our mid-30's with a couple of kids and those opportunities don't happen to people like us or so we thought.

she snapped with anger exploding. I smiled sadly. Shouldn't I be the one getting angry and cursing at him? Why was I the one who always looked like the bad guy? "Shouldn't you be ashamed? You've been flirting with a married man. He has a wife and I am pregnant! Don't you have any self-respect? Are you not marketable to single men so you wag your tail at a man who already has a wife?!" "Watch your mouth, Bitch! Ash loves me. He loved me first. And we were already in a relationship before you married him. You're the shameless woman."

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The moans fill your house the moment you open the front door. Your body reacts instinctively, unsure who is with her, how many there may be or in what way they are defiling your wife. In the month since your birthday surprise, she has taken her role of hotwife to an entirely new level. Over the last week you’ve come home to the sounds of her getting fucked and used on four different occasions. Each time you quietly snuck into the room, assumed your position on the floor and waited for permission to stroke your cock while you watched.