Wifes Fantasies Novels & Stories

He wanted another woman. He could imagine it. Always. He yearTed to see Alicia trembling and curling up, to hear her moans while calling his name in a fit of pleasure, their hot bodies tangled up together as one in a night of passion. But reality was different from his fantasies. His wife usually turned her back to him after he’d finally emptied his white fluids inside her. What’s more, the last time they’d spent the night together was because he’d felt jealousy and anger of her cousin.

“But at least it mad‍e me realize I don’⁠t want what you and Jimmy‌ have⁠. I do​n’t wa⁠nt my‍ hus​b‍and fa‍ntasiz‌ing about someone e​ls‍e—or acting on t‌hose f⁠antasies‌.” “So just​ like t‌hat‍?” she sa‍id w‌ith a scoff. “You’re going back to being the‍ happy, stable wife?” “Is t​h‍ere a problem with that?” “It⁠’s⁠ just a way to keep you​ distracted from the fact that y⁠ou want to fu⁠ck‍ your ex so badly Jess.” “That’s‍ n⁠ot true,” I said, bu⁠t my voice⁠ wavered.

My Wife's Dirty Fantasy (3) “Well, for starters,” Grace began slowly, “I don’t want to do anything you don’t truly want me to do. I know, this has always been your fantasy, not mine. I’ve played along, flirted with the idea, but I never really thought it would become... real. I’ve always been content with just us. The thought of actually crossing that line always felt too risky.”

“Just my luck.” “Okay, fine, I just need a good fuck anyway. I’m sure you can get him if you play your cards well.” “You think fucking him is possible?” “If the girl got him, then why not?” They both squeal like teenage kids. “We could even try for a threesome.” Okay, that’s it. I’ve had enough of listening to two horny women–or teenagers… whatever - fantasize about my husband. I flush the toilet immediately, and the women cease their conversation and scramble out before I can even get the chance to show myself.

"I didn't realize the nature of your dilemma, but are you sure your wife's fantasy is to have sex with other people? Are you sure she wouldn't be happy with just you as her Master? I'm a total slave, but I'm not in this to have sex with other people; it's more the act of submission to my Master. If he chooses to share me with other people, it's within his prerogative, but except for a few women who my Master might also have sex with, I'm not having sex with anyone else and I'm perfectly content." "It's the types of books she was reading." "I try not to confuse the inner workings of a mental fantasy world with real life, Scott" Sam said. "People enjoy science fiction, yet realize it is specul

Regardless of what I had said to Ozias and in the presence of Adelia, I wasn't all too sure this was what I wanted. For years my fantasies had plagued me. I wanted more out of my life, especially my sex life. Now faced with those fantasies, I felt guilty. Technically, I was still a married woman. Married women never went to parties like these. Never acted in such unladylike ways. Wasn't it enough that I was now living with four men I knew for only a few days?

I closed my eyes and let my mind wander to forbidden territory—her lips wrapped around my cock, her pussy clenching around my fingers, the way she'd begged me not to stop. The fantasy was so vivid I could almost feel her tongue tracing patterns on my skin, her teeth grazing my throat as she rode me. I imagined her in my bed right now, naked and willing, telling me she'd left her husband for me. The climax hit hard, leaving me breathless and more frustrated than before. Because no matter how good the fantasy, it wasn't real. She wasn't here. She was probably at home with her husband, maybe even in his bed, letting him touch what should have been mine.

Some guys might understand what I’m saying and others might think I’m making excuses for the fact that I can’t possibly love her if I have thoughts such as these. The thoughts would have remained fantasies as my wife, Ellie, would never have entertained the thought of going with another man. Trust me, I had tried as carefully as I could to talk to her about it but I was blocked even before I reached half way to the fantasy stage, let alone actually doing it. My fantasy began to overwhelm me though. When I had the house to myself I trawled the net looking for women who looked like Ellie so I could watch them having sex and imagine it was her.

She was still on fire as I climbed between her legs and began to fuck her. I kept telling her how hot she looked showing everyone her pussy and bending over to let them look at her tits down her dress. I told her what a slut she was as I was fucking her hard. I told her how each guy she flashed wished he was fucking her right now like I was. The thought of the shoe salesman fucking my wife kept flashing through my mind. I tried to ignore the thought of watching as he pounded her pussy but the image in my mind kept coming back of my wife's legs spread wide open, her juicy pussy on display as he climbed between them and started fucking her. I had never had a fantasy like this before. I tried t

Natalia asked, holding her chest in mockery of her former self. “He does not realise that my husband has not done anything wrong! Instead, he is here, acting like a donkey. A very brave donkey, but foolish all the same. If I was not with Noah, maybe I would—” She cut herself off with a long suffering sigh. “Ah, I should not be thinking in such a manner. It would not do to be so greedy when the man of my dreams is already the man I’m married to. Obese people always want more cake and people with anorexia always want to get thinner. Too much of one thing and everyone dies. I am fine the way I am.