When she's offered a weekend at a freeuse resort, this hotwife embraces the pleasure. I don't know what Sabrina was thinking when she gave our group of friends a weekend to be pleasured by a bunch of gorgeous men, but I'm not going to pass this opportunity up. It's almost too good to be true, yet here I am, ready to indulge in every sinful delight the weekend has to offer. My husband doesn't watch me play with other men, and he sends me off wet and ready to ride any guy who walks past. My husband's hungry gaze as he loads the car for the weekend tells me that I'm going to be taking his load...

When this soon-to-be hotwife is offered a weekend at a freeuse resort, she's tempted more than she ever expected. I've only been married for three years, I shouldn't be craving a hard pounding by other men yet, right? But to my surprise, my husband is hot and bothered by the idea of a bunch of men filling me up and sending me home to him used and fully satisfied. Work messed up my weekend plans, so I only get one night at the resort. I'm determined to turn it into a wild, unforgettable experience that will be burned in my memory for years to come.

This soon-to-be hotwife is fertile and desperate to be filled. When my friend offers a weekend at a freeuse resort to help with our fertility problems, I never expected my husband to want to share me. He urges me to go and get pounded raw by multiple men. Uncertain of what to expect, I find myself in the woods with my back against a tree as all the men take their turn ravishing me. This weekend is more than just about filling me up. It's my ultimate fantasy come true and I'm about to be mindless with pleasure. This story includes bondage, BDSM, degradation, impact play, and fertility issues.

My husband's best friend has always been off limits...until now. When a game of truth or dare takes an unexpected turn, I find myself in a situation I never thought possible—with my husband encouraging me to sleep with his best friend. And my husband wants to watch. Though it seems so wrong, everything about this night feels so incredibly right. Something tells me my marriage is about to get a whole lot spicier.

Ho ho ho, it's that magical season again! Christmas isn't just about decking the halls anymore—it's when my wildest dreams come true. It all started back in college when a certain jolly fellow paid me a very special visit. Let's just say his sack was full of more than toys. Now, every year, I count down the days. The anticipation makes me tingle all over. I'm on the nice list, but our yearly meetup? Definitely naughty. My husband? He's got a front-row seat to the festivities. Talk about a Christmas miracle. This year, we're primed and ready for the big night. Because when the big guy ...