Sharing My Hot Wife Novels & Stories

Once Damiel was out of my room, I squeaked so loud that my caetinis started laughing. The things delivered was shared between I and my caetinis according to our preferences. Oh god, my heat is coming up and now I’m fucking married, the worst heat to ever go down in history when my husband doesn’t even want to be intimate with me. Ha ha ha, get ready to die Charlie.

She admitted that she would always need them and that they are free to break-in again whenever they wanted to. She got dressed and saw the men head off to their car. They kissed her goodbye. Her husband was impatiently waiting for her to come back. He was so excited about the surprise package they'd just experienced. She posted the video on her gallery immediately, so that her admirers would watch her torrid adventure. Her husband congratulated her on her exploits and demanded to see if her pussy was still dripping with her juice and the sperm of her lovers. He squatted in front of her, and she lifted her skirt as she spread her legs to show her shiny pussy dripping with milky juice. It was

I am married,that to a innocent soul. She is My wife. My Wife. It sounds alien to me. But I have to reveal everything about me. I can't ruin her life keeping her in dark. I have to share my secret to her which I hidden from my family. Then only I can move forward my life with her. Shraddha Aaron Malhotra. Sounds cool to me. ----------

After all, she was his to look all the way. [Then, why are you wearing shorts?] his mini-self asked him. [That's different. Now shut up and go back! I need to cuddle with my hot, sexy wife.] he said as he tried to shoo his mini self away. [oh, shut uup! She is my wife too. Remember.] his mini-self defended. [She is mine!] he yelled at his mini-self. They both forgot that his mini-self was a part of him. But again even if it's his mini-self he doesn't want to share his wife. Never ever.

The friend stood up and stepped back and the guy who sucked me off the previous day stepped forward and started to play with her pussy. Holly shit, he was sharing his wife with this guy and she didn’t even know it. As you could imagine, I had a tent in my pants. They kept going back and forth playing with her body, taking turns. At one time the guy was fucking this mans wife and sucking him off at the same time. This was crazy hot. I looked around and the first guy started to slide his hands up my shorts again.

And they were all things that I could never have imagined. Seeing my gorgeous wife having super-hot sex with her best friend, Sandy. Sitting on a motel bed naked and jerking off with a cute exotic lesbian right beside me frigging her own pussy. Watching my wife and that cutie finger fucking their cunts for each other, long-distance, and then having my wife watch over the phone as the little vixen jerked me off in the public of our rental car.

And all I could do was stand there. Shaking. Embarrassed. Horrified. The tears just wouldn’t stop. My hands were trembling, and I could barely look anyone in the eye. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. But then… the mic came on again. And this time, it was Killian. His voice cut through the tension like a warm knife in cold butter. “Everyone, please listen,” he began, loud and clear. “That was just drama. Wild, embarrassing drama. But let me make one thing very clear, I love my wife. She’s never left my heart, never, not for a second.”

, he says, teasing her. "Aw.... poor you! But you know what, what's done it's done. And now you have to stay with this shady wife only as you are stuck with me for a whole seven life's. Better luck next time!!", she says looking at the mirror and leaves for washrroom. "Who wants someone else....when you are all mine. I wish to have you and only you all my life's, leave this seven life's", he says to himself and dropping on his back hugs the pillow tightly on his chest.

Yet, when I poured all my love on Snow, she was busy giving her attention to another man. “Snow, are you really this naive? Yulan isn’t your ‘brother.’ He’s an adult man who’s interested in you. You really can’t tell? “Tell me, in the eight years that we’ve been together, have you ever done something as simple as washing my clothes? What you call a small favor looks very different from my perspective. My wife, in another man’s home, wearing only a camisole, does something so intimate for him that she’s never done for me. How’s that not crossing a line?”

“You can pick it all, I’m not contributing any money to the house. It should be everything you want.” “You do most of the cooking. Wouldn’t it make sense for you to have the kitchen how you want it. You can have it the exact way you want it. Money doesn’t matter. Stop being concerned about it.” I feel his arms wrap around my waist. “That is as much as your house as it is mine. You are my wife, we share everything. You contributing money means nothing. You contribute in other ways. You made this place feel like home. When I’m here alone, I hate it now. At one time that is all I wanted, but not now. Now I want my wife home with me.” Max and I make love in he tub, then get out and he reads the