Roleplay With Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

"I feel like I'm on trial um, I think we should talk it out and see things from each others point of view. What can I do to understand you more? I want to know every part of your life." "You can start by saying 'I do' at our wedding then we'll see after that, what do you believe is the role of a wife?" "There is no role nothing will change if you're my wife. I'm not a man who thinks you're supposed to stay at home and do chores, not that there's nothing wrong with that, but that's your decision to make, and I would never let you cook plus we have already divided up the chores. My question, do you think we're too sexual?" She shook her head.

I leaned down and kissed him again, slower this time, deeper, full of everything I was still too scared to say out loud. For today, I was happy to play the wife. And maybe… someday soon… I wouldn’t be playing anymore. I stayed on his lap for a while longer, my head resting on his shoulder as he finished the last of his coffee. His hand rubbed slow circles on my thigh under the shirt I was wearing, his shirt. It felt strangely natural. Like we’d been doing this for years instead of just starting to figure it out. “You’re really committing to the wife role today, huh?” Kai teased, kissing the side of my neck.

"What if I don't know how to be a wife because my only model was a disaster? What if I'm too damaged or too broken or too, too me?" "Vi, you're brilliant at this. At us. At being my wife." He pulls back to look at me. "Do you know what you did yesterday? You called Layla to congratulate her on her baby. You spent three hours at the foundation helping a woman leave an abusive situation. You came home and we made dinner together and you laughed at my terrible jokes and we made love and fell asleep tangled together. That's being a wife. That's being a partner. And you're extraordinary at it." "But what if I'm just performing again? What if I'm so scared of failing that I'm just going through th

"And cum. Big fat shots all over his teen body." Jim's cock twitched. I stroke it as it grows. "Bring back memories? You and George?" "You and Jane." He replies. Jim pulls me and I roll over on top of him, sliding down. My husband pinches my nipples. "Nikki, why is Jane licking your pussy?" I love roleplay and revisiting the past. I feel my husband's cock inside me, spreading me open. "Because she saw George sucking your cock." In the morning. I wake to Jim caressing my body. Nothing sexual. It's nice.

“You’re the one who left that ceiling hook up there, Professor. Hard to forget with that staring me in the face.” He chuckled, the sound warm and conspiratorial. Their roleplays, like last night’s, were a cornerstone of their 22-year marriage, a way to carve out intimacy amid the chaos of parenting, careers, and endless to-do lists. Laura, the poised marketing consultant who juggled client meetings with soccer schedules, found freedom in surrendering control as Miss Ellison. James, a software engineer with a knack for details, thrived on crafting these scenes, orchestrating every prop and line to draw her into the fantasy. The aftercare, the quiet moments like this morning’s coffee, were jus

"You've done it for years lady, but that isn't what this is all about. Turn around and walk outside with me holding hands and I'll explain." Once outside I told her about the bald headed guy and how he had been watching us. "And what he is seeing is me playing my part to the hilt to what appears to be a disinterested wife. If we are going to pull off this charade you are going to have to give me some help here. You are going to have to start acting like a loving and adoring wife when we are in public, at least until we get a year or two away from the wedding and honeymoon." I unzipped myself and took out my cock.

He closes his eyes to savor the moment. "Ho... Yes... You have a delicious mouth, my dear mistress. But hurry, we wouldn't want my crazy wife to catch us. She's capable of killing you." "Yes, master. I'm hurrying." I love this role-playing game we play whenever the opportunity arises. Sometimes I'm his submissive, sometimes his mistress, sometimes his girlfriend. I can be a waitress, a call girl... I give him a blowjob worthy of the name. He climaxes a few minutes later in my mouth. After cleaning his member thoroughly, he flips me over onto the desk and takes me savagely. I love it when he takes me like this; I feel his cock deeper inside me.