Wifes Fantasies Novels & Stories

I had no idea my wife, Bella Ross, had a best friend who was so incredibly sexy. After boarding the plane, the three of us occupied seats in a single row. From the corner of my eye, I stole a glance up Celeste's skirt, looking at the narrow space between her juicy thighs. I was truly so tempted to pry her legs apart and bury myself deep inside her. Nonetheless, my wife was just sitting right next to me. I would never have the guts to do so. As I compared Celeste's figure to my wife's, they were basically worlds apart. Bella was dressed in a tacky shirt, and her chest was so flat that they offered zero tactile stimulation when I caressed them.

Sarah had been dropping hints for weeks. Little comments over dinner. A teasing photo sent to Mike while he was at work: her in lingerie, captioned “thinking about sharing this view.” The way she’d moan his name louder when they fucked, then whisper, “imagine someone else hearing this.” Mike knew his wife was insatiable. Thirty-five, curves in all the right places, dark hair that fell past her shoulders, and a filthy mouth when she got going. He loved it. Loved her. And he’d always been open to her fantasies.

“Trying out some sex positions and just being freaky.” “Please be a freaky wife. Nothing to feel bad about. You are the only one he can fuck like that. Lay hold of whatever limiting beliefs you have about sex. He is your covenanted mate. And you both have been joined. Tell him your fantasies. And hear his fantasies too. Or you never have fantasies of your man?” Pam meant to clown her. “Of course, I do. I’ve only been having sex with this man in my head.” “Lusting after your mate only in your head when you can live out the dream.” Pam retorted.

A deal with my bestfriend's wife (1) (His wish to see his wife's friend naked comes true.) For years, I had fantasized about seeing Greta naked. She is a friend of my wife Tammy and I. She's married to Dave, a local computer repair guy.

"Of all the sexual fantasies I've got floating around in my head, that's never been one of them." Kimmie was waving over our server, motioning for him to bring us another round, when curvy Denise started laughing, as she lowered her voice and shared a bit of her love life. "Since Jim and I have had the twins, my fantasy is to have sex with my hubby without him having to stop mid-thrust, and toss the comforter over us, because the boys have come wandering in to tell us they can't sleep and they want a drink of water." As we all laughed at that, Denise pointed a finger at Trina and me. "Hey, you two are single. And I bet you've got a few deep dark things on your wish lists that you've never sh

It's full of vulgar…words and scenes” I shuddered slightly. “So your wife reads smut, big whoop” He rolled his eyes dropping the book back to the table. “It's bothering” I countered. “She looks nothing like that” “You know what I think?” He suddenly grinned and I cringed inwardly. “No, I don't think I want to know” I quickly decided sensing he was about to say something stupid but he continued anyway. “I think she has fantasies and she wants you to fulfill them” He grinned, dropping the most stupid and absurd notion of the year on me.

“she is stunning, so beautiful I only fucking her in my head is the safest way to be with her. In my head, she's poised, and has got the kind of eyes that pull you in. Those perfect shades of lips and auburn hair. She Listens close and lets be direct, but inside, she's fire waiting to burn.' Hailey's tap slowed. Was he describing her? She shifted. 'Sounds too specific to be anonymous.' 'Yeah, well, details make it real,' he said. 'I imagine pinning her down, hands on her wrists, making her beg me for mercy as I fuck her brains out.' He licked his lips in a sexual way that had her gasp a bit, lowering her eyes into her book. Her cheeks warmed, but she nodded. 'Dominance fantasies are common i

the woman begged feverishly, only to receive a slap across her naked, dangling tits. "Cum and you don't get dick tonight. Keep making that pussy horny for master," he answered nonchalantly. The dirty talk that followed was too much for my sweet wife. She flushed and resumed her search for me. The anticipation to know her thoughts, desires and sexual fantasies were getting the better of me and my hard dick.

My husband, my sweet, safe Julian, and I felt a twisted rush of guilt that only made me wetter. I was married to him. I’d promised him forever. And here I was, just hours into our marriage, fantasizing about his older brother destroying my pussy. I turned toward the mirror in the room, my naked body was glistening with sweat, my long dark hair fanned out on the pillow, nipples tight and flushed pink. The thought of Ryan seeing me like this—legs splayed, pussy swollen and shiny, juices coating my thighs—made my walls clamp down hard, and the fantasy stubbornly took over again.

She also didn’t feel comfortable about bringing another man into Omar’s life. The weird sexual fantasies that Amy would have would get stronger and weirder every night. There was one sexual fantasy that would arouse Amy the most. She loved sci-fi action films. In Amy’s fantasy, she would imagine making love to her husband in the front seat of a futuristic mid-engine sports car that was on an automated assembly line, being constructed by factory robots. Amy imagined her weird fantasy as an opening scene to a sci-fi action film.