World’s Horniest Wife
by Epic Sex Stories
Like most single moms, I would do anything to support my kids. As a Vegas stripper, I have. I put myself on my book covers to remind me what inspired that epic sex story. You wouldn't believe half of the shit that I've seen or done. To find out, read my books and check out my 400 sexy photos on Flickr.com (change search filter to “restricted”, then search for Epic Sex Stories). Tell me what you think at Goodreads.com.
Copyright © 2011 by Epic Sex Stories
Published by Smashwords for Epic Sex Stories
This story is fiction. Any resemblance to actual people, places, or events is coincidental. All rights are reserved. Except for book reviews, no more than four paragraphs can be reproduced without written permission from the author.
My wife must have been soaking wet because she slid down my pole like a fireman. I gobbled a tittie and noticed she kept her eyes closed while riding me like a stallion. Then she called me Eric. And my name isn't fucking Eric.
When she came, it felt like someone spilled a warm beer on my dick, except her pussy gripped my penis like a bat swinging for the bleachers. I've heard that most women fake orgasms, and the rest are gay, but this orgasm was real. Eyes still closed, probably still fantasizing about her boss, she collapsed on top of me like a load of laundry.
I don't know what bothered me most: that she cheated, or that this made me rock fucking hard.
For the third time in ten minutes, my wife climaxed. That was a first, and God knows I tried. And not just a normal orgasm, either, but one of those earth-shattering ones that are seen less often than unicorns. Despite the liquor, I have never felt more sober.