HotWife Fantasies: A Collection Of Hotwife Stories (A Hot Wife Anthology)

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Preacher, that was wonderful. I can’t believe how excited you made me. I’m so glad I came today. And when your lovely wife sings… well, her mouth will make me come again and again. It wasn’t long before the initial apprehension melted away. The wine (on top of the previous drinks) made me mellow, and I was getting giggly and touchy-feely with the guy. He didn’t mind one bit, and my husband was more than happy to let me crawl into the guy’s lap and finally kiss him. This Was The Best Sex Of My Life

The preacher’s wife’s mind was in turmoil. She couldn’t sin again. But she couldn’t be exposed either. “It’s your word against mine,” she boldly stated. The mention of her husband and the church flooded her with guilt. She wringed her hands in her lap knowing she had committed many sins. How could she have done such things? The preacher’s wife couldn’t explain it… not even to herself.After that, Mrs. Stark and the preacher’s wife met often. With Marge’s encouragement, Mrs. Stark’s inhibitions were chipped away. One day they were lying side by side with the flavor of each other’s pussy on their lips. Marge asked her new friend if she loved her husband.

The preacher’s wife’s finger and tongue slowed down but didn’t stop, prolonging the young girl’s orgasm. Jessica’s thighs were closing on Marge’s head and then moving away, only to snap shut again. The teen’s body was shuddering and her hips were jerking upwards. After what seemed like ages, Jessica’s body went limp and the preacher’s wife rolled onto her side next to the girl. Using her elbow to prop her head in her hand, Marge watched the teenager.

The preacher’s wife fretted. Why was the stranger in her husband’s church? What did he want? She no longer had the anonymity of the large city to protect her. This was her small town…. where she lived. She was surrounded by people she knew. There was no way she was going to leave the choir and meet him. But what did he want? She kept asking herself that question and got more and more agitated. Finally, she couldn’t stand it any longer and quietly moved away from the choir towards the room the stranger had entered. Oh Mrs. Calligan,” Jessica cried out, grabbing the older woman’s hair, “I can’t take it. It feels… I’m gonna die. Oh Mrs. Calligan. I… I… oh god… aaahhhhh!!!” What are you doing here?” Marge whispered as soon as she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. It got to the point where I was thinking about other men and potential threesomes almost every night. Michael this desire had been torchering me for 20 years ,I whispered it to my wifes ear every time we were having intimate times

So what would you like?” the preacher’s wife asked, comfortably sitting naked in front of the teenagers. The young girl sat quietly, just staring at the preacher’s wife in astonishment. “But I saw you with Mrs. Stark,” Jessica said.However, if you’re still hard on the idea even with the knowledge about all the work that’ll take to make it happen – then go for it. I promise you won’t regret it. Do you want to know more?

The front doorbell rang and I could here him talking to somebody. I was in total panic mode totally exposed,But I wanted to try sex with strangers, one-night stands, threesomes… I’ve always had a fantasy of including more people in our playtime. Partner-sharing was high on my list of unrealized kinks. What’s going on here?” the preacher’s wife said, climbing through the shrub and standing in front of the two naked boys with her hands on her hips. Oh, Mrs. Calligan, that was the best,” Jessica exulted. “I never thought anything could feel like that.” I couldn't believe the same argument went for three years. One fine day I shouted at him and asked 'What is that he wanted from me in his life?' But today Gail Stark was not bored. She knew the preacher’s young wife was watching her. That got her excited so she squirmed under her husband so that they were lying across the width of the bed instead of its length. She knew this would give the voyeur a better view; and then she spread her legs.