Hotwife Quotes

I was irritated that my masturbation session had been interrupted by my own inability to type.

thought Anna. She again unconsciously

I’m not wearing pants or panties right now Frank.” And again, she let out a wicked chuckle. “My juices are soaking the seat of my chair.

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I'm wearing a blue dress that hugs my curves and accentuates my figure. The deep V-neckline shows off my cleavage, and the short hemline reveals my toned and tanned legs. I'm wearing sexy high heels with a strap around my ankle, and I make sure to cross my legs and perch on my bar stool in a way that shows off my outfit.

When I catch my breath, Gretchen smiles and takes my hand to walk me to the bedroom. I follow her with no resistance. She leads me to the bed and lifts the hem of her dress to show me that she’s not wearing anything underneath it. She climbs onto the bed while still holding my hand and pulls me along. She positions herself against the pillows and the headboard, spreading her legs and guiding me between her thighs. I’m still not sure I like going down on a woman but she leaves me little choice - do it or fight it and I don’t have it in me to fight her. She grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my face into her wet vagina, burying my face in her wetness. She moans as I lick her clit. She lets go of my hair giving me free rein to stimulate her as I see fit. She raises her hands up to her breasts and pinches her nipples through the thin fabric, moaning like a bitch in heat. “Fuck, that’s so good, Allie,” she says between moans. “God, you're so good at this.

I felt it as sure as the love I had for her: every husband should have a man available to help worship his wife's pussy. Nothing was more intimate and caring than a husband who approved of one particular man violating his bride's vows. It was more than just his relationship to his bride. It was the special connection multiplied between all three. It was an enrichment all husbands should know. If the husband truly loved his wife, he should know that another man ejaculating on her face was a gift – cumming in her pussy a compliment above all others. The bond of trust was strengthened. The intimacy intensified beyond imagination. The love nurtured to transcendence.

Don’s jaw waggled from side to side before he replied. “And you’re pretty, pretty.” Now get the hell out of there, dude. Leave her wanting just that little bit more. Oh boy, if the gods are kind there’ll be another delivery tomorrow. ***

we had sex after her dates, she would tell me all about them. And I could smell her companions on her. It revved my engines thinking about those poor men.  They had spent all that time, and usually considerable money, to impress my wife.

turn it off if you are not there

a beer with Allen Markham while gorgeous

stop myself from giggling. She’s going to be shocked when she finds out what I did, but my husband deserves to be the first one who hears it.

blush, knowing my face is flushed and my nipples are poking through my thin shirt. I'm hyper aware of every nerve ending in my body.

The delicious burn as a thick, unfamiliar cock sinks into me.

I immediately understand why Melanie likes this so much.

really want to see my naked hubby come in my best friend's hand

OH Plenty of time then." She said as she stood up. She bent over at the waist and pulled her panties to the side,

pushed

Maybe Max is right. Maybe this is our chance for me to shed my inhibitions and indulge my wildest fantasies.

This good girl? She's about to be very, very bad.

When I look in the mirror, all I see are my flaws, and it makes me self-conscious when other people look at me.

No matter how many times Max told me how gorgeous I was, I never really felt it until right now...

All I can think about is how badly I want him to dominate me tonight. My submissive heart thrills at the thought of being completely at his mercy.

I pull on my nipple and moan softly. "See something you like?

The pleasure swells and spreads as Henry gives a shuddering thrust and bathes my inner walls with his cum.

jolt of pleasure through me, and I explode. I cry out as I climax, my inner muscles convulsing and throbbing.

consume me. Strange hands roaming my body, pinching my nipples, spreading my legs. A hard, muscular body crushing me into the mattress.

I'm so fucking turned on I can barely think straight.

beg him to let me be the slut I crave to be.

I'll have to settle for my wild imagination and a drawer full of toys to satisfy my cravings.

I'm wound up and horny when it's time to get ready for our night out.

I'm excited to chat with our friends and relax before coming home and fucking my husband's brains out.

determined to think of anyone else. It doesn't help. Yep, I'm a dirty girl.

His touch is firm as he guides me out of the pub. My inner slut is ready for whatever happens.

The rhythmic click of my high heels echoes off the concrete walls,

sounding overly loud, like it's announcing to the world that I'm about to get fucked in an alley.

quickly. He’s not being gentle, and I glory in the roughness

I know in my heart that Hunter wanted Drake and I to be together. Because, deep down, it was never really about cuckolding or hotwifing or any kink, really. It was about finding the relationship we were always supposed to be in.

Now let’s see why Andrea thinks so highly of that tongue.” Putting her hand on the back of my head, she pressed my face against her sex. “Eat,” she whispered.

risks we’d taken. I’d taken. The full enormity of what I’d gambled hit me like a juggernaut. Sadie. My Sadie. I would never share her again.

erupts.

Fantasy is a powerful way to make wishes come true.

It would just be more exciting if she could talk about how those men had taken her in bed. The only difference for me would be that I wouldn’t have to worry about making her come.

The illusion that he was resting upstairs and they were sneaking downstairs was shattered. No one could have napped through the racket Cori was making. Dylan had to know they were fucking—even without cameras

I never want to lose you, Trish, but I'm not going to stifle you, either." "What's that mean?" "Flirt all you want. Know that I love you and want what's best for you." Another moment of silence, as my wife processed the words I'd spoken, reconciled them with her own thoughts and desires, and finally worked up the courage to ask me, "So, you wouldn't be mad if I met him again? Tomorrow night? At the bar?

She returned my kiss in that open-mouthed way that told me she was surrendering to my kinky inclinations.

Fresh meat’ was the word he used for her. And that’s the part that had me nervous. Would she just dive into the deep end after so many weeks of first dates?

The whole idea of having a drink while get sucked off was so depraved that my stomach knotted.

But it was about to get real.

He didn't wait for her to answer. He gripped her by the hips and thrust himself against her, driving his massive black piston deep into her. I'll never forget the look on her face when he did that. Astonishment, wonder, shock and desire all seemed to rise from deep within her as he filled her with his manhood. I watched her face, stared into her eyes as Alistair plowed his way into parts of her that were, until that day, untouched. "Does it feel good?" I whispered, breaking her trance. "Oh Ken," she sighed, her expression turning to what might be regret. "It feels so amazing. I've never felt so full.

Cori’s feet were high in the air, her legs spread, as he pumped away between them. She clawed at his biceps, hanging on for dear life as he possessed her pussy. The ripples of his thrusts went right to her enflamed core, centering her world on his wonderful cock

be the best girl there is if it means I get multiple cocks tomorrow.

visions of multiple dream-men using all my holes dance in my head.

slow smile spreading across my face. “I want all three of you,” I say, my voice hoarse from screaming. “At the same time.

fucking asshole with no conscience

her.

equanimity.

if I were there. That kept the potential of her playing with others in the back of my mind. Far back there, at least… Watching her with a dildo was one thing. Her dropping her clothes in front of another man? My heart ached just to think about it. Yet, curiously, the more I thought about it, the harder I would get when I did. The risks kept me from taking it much further. What if she fell in love with the guy? Or what if he was a better lover, and she chose him over me? Even if he isn’t ‘better,’ his being there and available all the time made a big difference. I’ve also heard that people can get addicted to sex. What if she had a constant flow of guys into her bedroom? Would she give it up just because I returned home? And then there are the old standbys: sexually transmitted diseases and pregnancy. She’s on the pill, but those don’t work 100%. Would I come home only to raise someone else’s child?