Wifes Fantasies Novels & Stories

She leaned forward and without any more preliminaries, set about sucking me with a fierceness that shocked me. Mark passed me a beer. "Let me tell you about this fantasy of hers," he started, while I took a sip. "Wild Thing, here, has been talking about being with two men at the same time for at least three years now. Every time we tried to set you up, I would tease her that it would just be easier for everyone if she just took care of your needs. I've had her screaming out your name on more than one occasion, so you've got some work to live up to." I smiled, brushing back her hair so I could see her pretty face with my hard cock disappearing into her mouth. "Let me tell you. I've fantasized

"Yeah, and Jeremiah and Ezekiel do not let me forget it. How the hell was I supposed to know they like sharing women and would take me saying I wanted to fuck two men as an invitation?" "Oh my God," a woman gasps from the table next to us. I look over and see her hand coming to her neck, as if she's clutching invisible pearls. "You know it sounds hot." Laury laughs, and the woman turns away as Laury continues, "But the issue is that fantasies are fantasies for a reason. To give you something to wish for, not to actually follow through with. Because then, the fantasy turns out not to be what you thought it would."

He winked at me. Heat pooled in my core. "Is it your fantasy?" I asked. "Every men have these fantasies about their wives. I am not an exception, love." He replied. I mentally noted to surprise him.

Now, with the help of an aphrodisiac, she can finally unleash her deepest, most secret desires. Iris wants to be not only a decent wife to Vince but also a little slut in his bed. For this reason. She has remained a v.irgin, not even holding hands with another man. In the beginning, her belief was to keep her v.irgin and innocent to Vince, but since she accidentally saw p.ornographic videos on the Internet last year, she began to have indescribable sexual fantasies about Vince. It was such a pleasure to be Vince's wife that she longed for his thick d.ick to enter her body every night, that her walls would clench around him, and that she would climax with a moan.

He had an average job in banking, average build, and an average 5-inch cock that had never quite satisfied her. They'd been married three years, and the fantasy had started as pillow talk. "What if a real man fucked me while you watched?" she'd teased one night after he'd cum too quickly again. It escalated to new fantasies and wishes every njght, but one thing Cindy noticed was thst anytime she talked about her hotwife fantasy Mark's cums freehand like a broken facuet. Cindy kept her fantasy to herself, always masturbating to her lewd thoughts, but never acting on them. She wanted to remain a prim and proper wife to her husband…..keeping their bed undefiled.

I insist. She bit her lip arresting the mewl. "I really don't have any." She said with a hint of desperation as if she were afraid of what might spill from her lips. "Sweet Cakes I am your husband and there is nothing to feel shy about discussing your desires with your husband." I spread her lips to find the tiny, swollen nub at the core of her and applied a little pressure with my fingers. Her wild breath charged my blood. "Do you fantasize about being fucked by two men? Two cocks at once? One in your mouth, one in your pussy? Or perhaps, one in your pussy and one in your ass?" She shook her head wildly, a genuine distaste in her expression. "I only dream about you." She tells me going frag

"Leave the poor girl Esposa. Our village is so boring. Let a girl fantasize." "Let her fantasize about getting married. Fidel came to see her today. Poor guy. He brought flowers, vanilla. She just treated him like garbage before pushing him out." "I don't think she's ready yet then." Ema"s father still supported making his wife more agitated. "Support her all day till she marries that man in her dreams."

My cheeks had turned red and I wished I had just kept quiet. “Seduce you? Oh my fucking goodness, do you even know what the word wife means to me? It means someone more like a prison manager, a great burden that brings nothing but anger, sadness, and trouble, someone so unimportant and dumb. And yes, don't get any wrong ideas wifey, the only reason I'm talking to you is because I want you to get the fuck out of that bed now.” His eyes were dark, it was as if he was possessed. My eyes kept following his movements around the room till he left again.

TWO YEARS AND THREE MONTHS BACK “Benny proposed last night saying I was the only woman he could ever imagine as his wife. Can you tuck inagine? The fucker dared to say it to my face while fucking that Bitch-are you even listening? Hey! Rara!” I jolted forward when someone shook me by the shoulders.

In Zen's thought, "women are just a toy and entertainment part, and one man can never be satisfied by one woman. They need many and like dresses, woman should be changed as well. The greed for them is like drugs and the more you have the more addicted you get." As the days pass, Karan gets eager to meet the boss aka me who was just the pawn. I didn't pay attention at all but then one moment came and I had to come. The desire to meet his wife got stronger but I couldn't meet her, so he called me for the party which was the day after. And I had no plans to hung there but again the mention of Dia made me stop