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

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But I’m married,” the preacher’s wife teased. “Do you think it’s right for a married woman to do that?” Before we were set to meet our guy, my husband and I went out for drinks. We were both a little nervous – me more than him – and the alcohol helped calm me down and get me even a little turned on. My husband was joking around and making me excited, saying over and over how he couldn’t wait to see how the guy would take me. That helped a lot, knowing that my life partner was there for me during this whole process.

I can’t believe two women would do that,” Sandy said. “And the preacher’s wife to boot. They can’t be lesbians. They’re both married.” So, after seeing all those sweet young things, do you still want to shag this old hag?” Gail asked, jokingly. Marge waited again, but this time Jessica didn’t finish her sentence. “What is it, hon?” the preacher’s wife’s asked.I won’t get into too much detail about what happened that night. It was one of the best sexual experiences I’ve ever had, and I feel selfish and want to hold onto some aspects of it just for myself. 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.

You’re so wonderful,” Mr. Stark exclaimed. “But honey, what about you? It’ll take me a while to… you know, get hard again.” After the hard work of setting up camp, they sat down for a dinner of hot dogs and hamburgers with potato chips. Then they roasted marshmallows on the open campfire until one by one they got sleepy from the long day’s activities. After everyone had turned in, the adults cleaned up and then they also retired for the night. The preacher’s wife needed to relieve her bladder so she headed for the bathrooms, but she heard a noise. It was in the boys’ section, but not very close to the tents so she thought she’d investigate. A Paraprosdokian is a figure of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected in a way that causes the reader or listener to reframe or reinterpret the first part. It is frequently used for humorous or dramatic effect, sometimes producing an anticlimax.) Jessica turned to her friend who had her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide. Neither one could believe what they had just heard. Both had been taught that a girl shouldn’t behave that way, but Mrs. Calligan was… and she was the preacher’s wife. 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.We either do it here or we go out and talk to all those nice people out there. Who knows, maybe they’ll want to see your birthmark. Ha ha.” What are you doing here?” Marge whispered as soon as she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. It’s summer camp,” he said to her relief. “I’ll be at a convention at the same time and you can’t do it alone.”

Well, they’re wrong. As long as everyone is consenting and no one gets hurt, there’s nothing wrong with having sex.” The preacher’s wife looked down into the clear water and saw the bulge in Johnny’s bathing suit. “Hmmm, looks like our talk is affecting you.” The preacher’s wife didn’t tell the older woman everything she had done, but she mentioned group sex, making sure not to call it an orgy. But she did tell her that there were married couples sharing their spouses and getting excited by it. She wanted to put the idea of sharing her husband in Mrs. Stark’s mind. However, I will say this: I have never in my life came so fast or so hard or even kept coming so many times in a row. Mrs. Stark’s eyes burned into the hem of the preacher’s wife’s skirt as if trying to make her raise it higher, but Marge stopped just below her pussy. Finally, the two came, Mrs. Stark beating her husband by a few milliseconds. And while they were panting, still connected, the preacher’s wife was shuddering from her own climax.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.