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

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The preacher’s wife was still enraged that the stranger made her perform sex with him in the church room while her husband was conducting services within earshot. And the audacity of him to actually shake hands with her husband afterwards while the taste of his cum lingered in her mouth and his sperm dripped down her thighs. So you can imagine her surprise when the stranger stood there smiling on her porch when she opened her front door. But I’m married,” the preacher’s wife teased. “Do you think it’s right for a married woman to do that?”

The start of our relationship wasn’t anything special. We met, fell in love, and eventually got married. I’ve been with my husband for over 10 years now, and we are more than happy. He is my lover and my best friend, and I couldn’t ask for a better life companion. She gets to the front door and ever-so-gently nudges it open, not making a sound. She takes her shoes off, again not making a sound. Knowing her husband will give her hell for coming home so late and drunk, she's quite proud of herself for being so stealthy. Please, no,” she cried, “haven’t you made me sin enough? Please leave me alone. I feel so ashamed.”In the beginning, but then it was better. That water sure hurt though,” Sandy said and cringed remembering. He came forward, held my face gently, 'Honey, this is my fantasy from childhood. Please, understand at least when I am persistent from years. It's not like you will have sex with some random guy. There is a very good friend of mine and we can trust him, he is very safe in case if you have issues with having a stranger.'

I’m going to make you into a man today,” the preacher’s wife hissed, still rubbing the boy’s crotch. “But first you have to please me.” I want to die peacefully in my sleep, like my grandfather. Not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car. The group decided to go for a hike and explore the woods. Of course the boys ran ahead and jumped out from behind trees and bushes to scare the girls… which they successfully did often. There was a lot of giggling and friendly chatting going on.The front doorbell rang and I could here him talking to somebody. I was in total panic mode totally exposed,

The girls were waiting… for what they didn’t know. The preacher’s wife was leaning against a tree all alone. Then, all of a sudden, the girls heard a rustling only a few yards to their left. They held their breaths, not wanting to be seen, when Johnny came into view. Unlike before, however, now I know all these things are possible. I still get nervous on occasion, but mostly I know it’s just a matter of time before we get to try all these things out. I’m no longer concerned or insecure, as this is easily the best thing I’ve ever done in my (sexual) life. 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.You’re so wonderful,” Mr. Stark exclaimed. “But honey, what about you? It’ll take me a while to… you know, get hard again.” Are you not in the mood?” Gail asked a little worried, and unconsciously glanced at the window she knew the preacher’s wife would be at. I probably had three or four orgasms in that one hookup, and it all finished when the guy shot his load all over my tits. We have pictures of that, too. It was an unforgettable ride. What Did I Feel After?