1. Candice my wife. My lover?


    Date: 8/20/2015, Categories: Fiction, Coercion, Consensual Sex, Female/Female, Male/Teen Female, Masturbation, Romance, Toys, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 81.8, Source: sexstories.com

    Candice my wife? My lover? In 1784 a husband and wife have a domestic altercation “Yes Candice I only married you for your money,” I admitted once again as my dear neurotic wife of some ten months laid into me once more with a barrage of unfair accusations. “Whore chaser!” she opined, “I should never have married you!” I sighed, I agreed, ours was the union from hell. She married me for my title. I married her for her dowry. We conjoined as is proper to consummate the union and had subesequently repeated the act on several occasions. “You want a whore not a wife!” she opined. “Absolutely,” I agreed and I went back to my book work. “Ohhhh!” she exclaimed and she went away to my great relied. I finally finished working at eleven o’clock. I thought of Candice alone in her cold lonely bed, I thought I should apologise. I went up. I knocked. “Shhhh,” a voice inside commanded, “Quiet.” She had a lover, I threw the door wide and there in the candlelight Candice lay upon the bed, her legs wide spread as her maid manhandled one of the largest candles I ever set eyes upon which protruded lewdly from Candice’s quim. “Dear god Candice,” I sighed, “What is the meaning of this.” “She made me do it sir,” Mary, the maid insisted. “Indeed,” I queried, “Run along I shall be along to ravish you presently.” The maid ran from my sight. “Don’t look at me in that accusing manner,” Candice insisted. “I am quite frankly amazed,” I declared, “Ten months married and this is my first sight of your ...
    quim.” “Well you blow the candles out,” she exclaimed. “To protect your modesty.” I averred. “To disguise your paltry manhood,” she challenged. “Paltry compared to that monster perhaps,” I agreed. “At least it is hard,” she snapped. “Woman there is no deficiency in my manhood I assure you!” I insisted. She laughed. I dropped my breeches and kicked away my brogues. “Ch-Charles,” she gasped, “Why it’s.” “Magnificent?” I queried as I threw off my shirt and overshirt. “Hard,” she admitted. “So cast that candle aside and submit!” I insisted. “Charles,” she protested, “Are you inebriated? what has come over you.” “A realisation that I have no regard for you what so ever!” I snapped. She remained immobile so I took the candle from her and kneeling between her parted creamy thighs I rammed my cock into her moistened quim forcing it deep inside her. “Take that you whore!” I cursed as my whole length speared mercilessly into her with no consideration whatever. “And that,” I thrust again, and again, and again. “Charles what has roused you so?” Candice demanded. “Silence woman, let me fuck you,” I demanded. “You just need a whore, oh very well,” she agreed, “Fuck away sir. Have no tenderness. No sweet kisses. No love. Just fuck me like some common whore in a back alley.” The thought of Candice naked in a back alley was just too much for me. My member twitched and my balls convulsed and a stream of cum burst forth making Candice gasp in surprise. “Oh such passion,” she sneered as my urgency ...
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