Wedding Night Sex Stories Novels & Stories

They started dating and a year later they got married. Steven was a passionate presence in the pulpit, but he never brought any of it to their bed. He believed that sex should only occur between a husband and wife and insisted on waiting until they were married to have sex. On their wedding night they consummated their marriage and for a few months he gave in to his new wife's desires and had sex with her a couple of times a week. Nicole had a strong sex life with her first husband and enjoyed orgasms regularly, but she quickly discovered that wouldn't be happening with Steven. For him, sex was just his duty as a husband and a part of marriage. His idea of making love was to always use the m

The dim lights of the swingers' club pulsed softly over the crowded room. Bodies moved in the shadows, laughter mixed with heavy breaths, and the air hung thick with the smell of sweat and excitement. In one corner, away from the main dance floor, sat a curious couple named Alex and Sarah. They had talked about this for months, whispering in bed about what it might feel like to share their bodies with strangers. Tonight, they decided to try it. Alex, tall with a strong build and short dark hair, held Sarah's hand tightly. Sarah, curvy with long blonde hair and a nervous smile, squeezed back. Her red dress hugged her full breasts and wide hips, making her feel both exposed and alive.

Liam knelt between Chloe’s legs and started eating her out, making the bridesmaid moan into Ava’s mouth. The room filled with the wet sounds of sex , skin slapping skin, moans, and filthy encouragement. “Such a naughty bride,” Marcus growled, pounding into Ava harder. “Getting fucked by all your fiancé’s best friends three hours before you walk down the aisle.” Ava moaned around Noah’s cock. “I can’t help it… it feels too good…” Chloe pulled back from the kiss, her lips shiny. “You should see how pretty you look right now , wedding dress all messed up, cum already dripping down your thighs.”

On our wedding night. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Lex’s POV Somewhere in the middle of the night, I awoke to naughty licks and kisses on my no no region, soft and unhurried.

“Mom is literally having a time of her life. Can you hear how loud and deep those bang sounds are? He is literally digging very deep into her.” My twin brother said out loud and he was thinking the same way that I was. “I know rightt!” Wedding night sex are literally the best sex ever. “You know, I love the way that he calls mom Queen. It is very soothing to hear.” I laughed out loud and immediately held it in, so they won't hear me. “It is probably their sex kink, nothing special.” He nodded in agreement and we continued listening to them. “Give me your legs, hold the bed.”

The rough touch carried the intense heat unique to werewolves, as if it could burn my skin. "Then you wait for me to marry you?" His voice was low and hoarse, with an unquestionable majesty. "What? Are you really willing?" He was stunned for a moment, and then asked incredulously, "I am tyrannical and abuse women. Won’t you reconsider?" I looked straight into his eyes and nodded. His smile instantly widened, revealing more sharp teeth, like a wolf that finally caught its prey. "Then it's settled!" There was a hint of excitement in his voice, "But don't worry, after all, you are my Luna. I have to prepare well. I will come to pick you up after I have begun prepare the preparations for our wed

We promised to meet online the next evening (his wife worked 12-hour shifts at the local hospital in the evenings from 7:00 pm, so he had all the time in the world to chat). As soon as I could, I rushed home from work, grabbed a snack, and went online to read his stories. He had 17 posted stories about man-to-man sex, and I found myself so aroused I jacked off three times as I read them. At 7:30, a message popped up on my screen: “lovingman” is calling.

Only then did he pull his hand free, bring his glistening fingers to his mouth, and lick them clean with deliberate, filthy strokes of his tongue. “Mmm. Sweet revenge,” he murmured. He adjusted the massive, throbbing bulge in his slacks but didn’t free himself. Not yet. “The wedding is tomorrow at noon. Tonight you sleep in my bed—completely naked. No covers. No excuses. I want to wake up with my cock already buried inside my new wife.” Isabella’s legs barely held her as she straightened her skirt. Her panties were ruined, shoved into his desk drawer like a trophy. Squirt still trickled down her thighs as she walked to the elevator on unsteady heels.

The lies become our language. A stolen, frantic handjob in the supply closet during Sasha’s 30th birthday party, my back against the paper towels, his mouth smothering my moans. A quick, desperate fuck in the guest bathroom at Thanksgiving. Me, bent over the sink, my dress around my waist, his hand clamped over my mouth as he pounded into me from behind, his cock hitting depths that made me see stars, while his wife chatted with her mother just down the hall.

He pulled away to get rid of his clothes, retrieving a condom from the bedside drawer. Fuck, this was really happening.