Wifes Fantasies Novels & Stories

I was married to this woman. So I could never, ever have Fae like this. Never. It was like all my earlier initiative left me and I let Sarah do the rest. She rocked and humped, my cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy, faster and faster as she created a rhythm that her undulating body followed to perfection. But I lay there, just holding her, forcing my eyes open to watch her so the images of Fae doing the same wouldn’t permeate through this experience with my wife. I realized I had been suppressing my fantasies of Fae for a long time and I knew, the moment I closed my eyes, more shocking images of her would flood me as I fucked her like I would never ever think of doing to a sister—go

Sebastian Once again, I saw her as she walked past me. She was dressed casually, a loose white shirt and short black pants. It was obvious she didn’t care that I had been here for two hours already, waiting to play with Miles. Meanwhile, I had been restless, thinking about something. Honestly, I enjoyed the beautiful sight of her. That messy bun only made her look even more attractive. I cleared my throat, my desire at this moment was quite dangerous. She would definitely be furious if she knew what I was thinking. Yeah… those dirty thoughts. Back when she was my wife, I never thought like that. I think I was really stupid for ignoring her incredibly beautiful body.

"If you're that desperate, go hump a stick." She froze, color draining from her face. She couldn't wrap her head around it. She was reaching out to her husband, and he hit her with "no shame"? Lucia didn't sleep a second. Buried under the covers, she scrolled through a forum on her phone: [The pain of a sexless marriage. What should I do if my husband's never touched me since we got married?] Some replies hinted maybe he was into guys. Others wondered if he just... couldn't.

As I was rummaging through the trash for leftovers, my wife, who had died three years ago, suddenly showed up. She stepped out of the Voyce and looked down at me from above. “Honey, you really did pass my test.” I was holding some moldy stale bread. I stared at her in bewilderment. It turned out that three years ago, at a class reunion, the school heartthrob she had once dated had suggested it. “I wanted to see if your love is real.”

the woman asked, noticing that Jared seemed to be really concerned about the woman sitting in front of him. 'I've been around Jared quite frequently for the past five years, but never have I seen another woman like her around him, let alone one whom he would display so much affection to. This is interesting,' the woman thought. "My wife," Jared coldly replied. "You're married? How was I not aware of that?" she asked, her startled voice becoming louder. In response, Jared frowned, and a hint of irritation crossed his eyes. "Just do your job properly. There's no need for you to poke your nose into my personal affairs."

Ben's POV : Daisy…!! She was very surprised by my dinner plan and she loved the view from there. As she talked about her capacity with alcohol, I felt like she was opening up to me. And I would like to know more about her. After all, we are going to spend a year together. If we can have a friendly relationship, that's the best. I was in thought, that's when she called me. Before any of us could respond, Jayda came in. And she didn't leave her usual style even when I introduced Daisy as my wife. Daisy was polite, whereas Jayda completely ignored her and concentrated on me only. She even doubted our marriage and wasn't ready to accept it was real.

“She wanted to frighten you.” “Well, congratulations to her. It worked.” “Elena—” “No.” Her voice came out sharper than she expected, but she was glad of it. Fear was easier to carry when it sounded like anger. “You don’t get to say my name like we know each other. Ten minutes ago, I was cleaning coffee rings off a table. Now I’m apparently your fiancée, your ex is calling me a waitress like it’s a disease, and there’s a missing woman I’m supposed to ignore?”

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

Her selflessness felt like a slap across the face. He wasn’t mad at her—no, he could never be. But he was angry at the idea she put into the world. Her being his mistress? Hell no. That wasn’t part of the life he dreamed of. Not once in all those years—during his busiest nights or loneliest mornings—had he imagined a future where Riah was just a secret he kept tucked away in the dark. In every version of his dream, she was beside him, proud and radiant, not hidden. His wife. The mother of his kids. His partner in all things.

Only the words “Valid for one weekend. Use once. Burn after.” She stared at the picture every night while her vibrator buzzed between her legs and her husband slept in the next room. The fantasies grew darker each time. Five strangers. A penthouse suite. No names. No limits except the safe word she knew she would never use. Just a weekend of being used so thoroughly she would feel them for weeks. Friday arrived cold and wet. She told her husband she was having a girls’ night in the city. He kissed her cheek and told her to have fun. She almost came right there in the doorway from the guilt and the thrill.