Wifes Fantasies Novels & Stories

"What was I supposed to say? 'Oh hey hubby, I was just getting myself off thinking about you?' God, I wanted to disappear." The waiter approached, and I quickly ordered a virgin mojito. After the catastrophe with Claire's "special punch" last time, I wasn't risking alcohol tonight. "You know," Lillian said once we were alone again, "most husbands would be thrilled to know their wife fantasizes about them." "It's complicated," I muttered, tracing patterns in the condensation on my water glass. "I don't want him thinking he has that kind of power over me." "The power to make you horny?" Lillian raised an eyebrow. "Honey, he already knows."

My wife loved having me suck and lick her freshly fucked pussy clean. Tonight, she asked me if I had any new fantasies. I have for years fantasized about watching my gorgeous wife being fucked by at least 2 other men while I watched. I also loved thinking about my sexy wife having sex with another sexy woman. My wife, Kim, knew of these fantasies and loved to tease and taunt me by talking about it – many times at inappropriate times. While out in public, we would see an attractive woman, Kim would notice me looking at her and then would whisper, "I'll bet you'd like to see me suck her big tits!" She would give a sexy, little grin and my cock would immediately stiffen in my pants.

"As much as I enjoyed the fantasy, I would never have wanted you fucking a stranger you met in a bar. I didn't know anyone else and I had no clue how to approach you with the idea until you sent me that email about the geek being your videographer. It all seemed too perfect." "Wow," Maryanne said quietly. I seconded that wow. Definitely a slut wife fetish but as long as I'm the sexual recipient, what the fuck do I care what he fantasizes about. "Time to come clean, what else do you fantasize about?" she asked him. Mark just looked at us without saying anything. "You never know, I might be fantasizing about the same thing," Maryanne prompted him. "Would you have ever thought that I would love

After that we decided to go swimming and do some activities offered on the island. We went back to our room feeling exhausted. We just cuddle. We're too tired to do some other naughty things. We decided to watch a movie while cuddling. "I want to see you wife like that." Maru said. "What?" "Like the girl in that movie, get jealous and be possessive." “Weren’t you feel like your being choked?”

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

“You are seeing someone else, interesting! Now, I may have a few ideas of who this certain woman might be but then… the more I think about it, the more ridiculous it sounds” I scoffed at his words. Ridiculous, eh? What’s so ridiculous about me wanting to get together with Val? What’s so ridiculous about our relationship?! Nosey ass old man… “Then keep on thinking about who it is then!” I announced, scoffing in annoyance as I moved to meet my boys. Nosey ass Grandpa, what was so ridiculous that I wanted to get a woman? Even if she was my ex-wife, so what?! Everyone just loved butting into my case… just so they all know; I wasn’t intending on leaving her!

Hold you down? Lisa shivered with desire as she read the words on the screen. How did DomMPF know what she secretly desired? NewGRL549: Not in real life, but I’ve fantasized about it. DomMPF: Sometimes reality doesn’t live up to the fantasy. She knew all about that, she created a fantasy for a living. NewGRL549: True. But would you have me discount it out of hand without even trying it? BigCock16: I’ll be happy to show you the ropes

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

“Packing.” His jaw tightened. “We’re not going anywhere.” “I am,” she replied quietly. The room seemed to shrink. “You can’t just leave,” Lucas said. She finally turned to him. “I’m not disappearing. I’m choosing space.” “For what?” he demanded. “So I don’t forget who I was before I became someone you tolerate,” she said. The words hit harder than accusation. “You’re my wife,” Lucas said sharply. “You don’t get to make decisions like this alone.”

It was ironic. “I don’t know where to start.” “Have dinner with me tonight. We’ll talk then.” I couldn’t wait until she was mine, until I could rip off her clothes and take her as my wife. Fantasies played in my mind on a nightly basis, dreams so vivid I could actually feel her pussy around my dick. Other women felt like trolls compared to the woman I actually wanted. I was committed to a woman I wasn’t even fucking, and it caused me to lose my mind.