Grace

By Erotic Fever

Terry asked quietly, “Can’t you tell me about your fantasies?”
But Gracelynn did not answer and breathed heavily. She had already fallen asleep. He racked his brains about his wife’s fantasies and desires until he had fallen asleep. But that was just the beginning of the story. Terry decided to be a spy for the sake of his beloved. He firmly believed to gain something by giving love.
Well, he had successfully concluded about what his wife desired, but not before getting caught red-handed. All day his mind wandered from one thought to other designing schemes to not run into a confrontation with Gracelynn. That would only escalate the argument. Alas! Fate had other plans. He therefore quickly followed up with, “Sorry Gracelynn! I didn’t mean to spy on you. I also know it was wrong and you probably weren’t flirting.... So. um. I, um. I didn’t read everything you, um. But you just wanted advice on how to talk to your husband about your fantasy right? Um, I just wanted to know about your fantasy too. So we want the same thing, right?”
“Now you finally know the fantasy, don’t you?” She raised her eyebrow questioningly.
“Um, yeah. And there’s nothing to it Gracelynn! Honey. So I have lots of fantasies too. You know that! It’s all fantasy. There’s nothing to it. It’s just normal.” Terry tried to counter his wife’s argument.
“In contrast, you liked my fantasy a lot, too!” Gracelynn smirked.
“Well. Um. Um, I don’t know if ‘liked’ is the right word? It was interesting though, yeah. Definitely!” Terry swallowed hard. He was puzzled.
“Oh, I see. So ‘interesting’ is the right word? So that’s why you sprayed all over yourself and then also sprayed and completely ruined the super expensive mahogany desk - a gift from my dad.” She walked over to the desk and showed him big light stains burned into the dark wood.
Having realized her husband and she shared a mutual fantasy, she grew desperate. She grew desperate to be loved. She grew dangerously attractive. She beamed like fire in becoming a woman comfortable in her own skin. Love was his fantasy of a relationship. Lust was her reality of it.
Now, how far Terry could go in love without expecting much? A tale of true love lies within the pages.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erotic Fever
• Release date: May 3, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005740689

Erotic Fever

I have worked as a ghostwriter for erotic stories, articles, and blogs for numerous Kindle and Smashwords renowned authors. I'm now a successful freelance erotic writer on multiple freelancing platforms like Fiverr, Guru, and WorknHire to name a few. I'm a science graduate with a major degree in Earth Sciences. I'm also associated with a reputed patent research organization called The Article One Partners and I've received several commendable prizes for my research works. I love to read articles and books on various topics and often keep my eyes glued to the pages till the early morning hours. When I'm not writing, I'm busy in the kitchen experimenting with some dishes or endeavoring to cook some recipes telecasted in some cooking channels.I never stop learning because life never stops teaching. The things I love to explore through my writing are erotica, human sexuality, and feministic ideas. Two gorgeous women influenced and inspired me heavily to write Erotica, especially encouraging me to explore BDSM, Female dominance, Kinks, and Fetishes. Since I have spent the initial years of life in a very traditional and orthodox society where some forms of sex are still considered taboo, these awe-inspiring women in my life stood firmly against the age-old norms defying the oppressive ideas. Thus, motivating me to write about sex and sensuality.The events in my stories are closely related and inspired by my day-to-day life. And I love to experience the joy, happiness, sadness, delight, and pain of the characters through my writing. Stephen King, RN Tagore, Oscar Wilde, and Megan Hart tops in the list of my favorite authors.

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Grace

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Copyright 2021 Erotic Fever

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Table of Contents

Chapter1

Chapter2

Chapter3

Chapter4

Chapter5

Chapter6

Chapter7

Chapter8

Chapter9

Chapter10

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Chapter 1

Terry looked into her blue eyes. He could see from her dreamy look that his young wife was fantasizing. Her legs were wrapped around his waist as he penetrated her as deeply as he could. He had to grin as she bit her lower lip lustfully and closed her eyes.

Gracelynn threw back her beautiful blonde hair and let her head fall back into her neck. She was having an orgasm! His bed was her desire. His embrace felt like lightening fire. She could feel his eyes setting her body ablaze. She relinquished his touch and only wished for his love. A loud animalistic moan came from her wide-open mouth. He felt her pussy tighten from the muscle contractions of the orgasm. Her whole body was shaking and her pussy was dripping wet.

Gracelynn, however, wanted more, but just as she asked Terry to fuck her harder, he just couldn’t take it anymore and stayed deep inside her, grunting loudly as he squirted his cum into the reservoir of the condom. Gracelynn tenderly stroked his back with her fingernails to make his orgasm even more intense and spread it to all the nerve endings in his body.

Wow, you haven’t come this intensely in a long time Gracelynn. What were you fantasizing about? Terry remained inside her and looked at her questioningly.

Gracelynn didn’t think it necessary to answer and ignored her husband. Terry kissed her large breasts before slowly pulling his decongesting penis out of her clean-shaven, girlish pussy. He looked at her super flat belly and kissed her on her navel and gently rested his head on it and looked into her face.

Gracelynn stroked her fingertips through his light brown hair. Although Gracelynn just wanted to enjoy the moment, Terry continued to probe incessantly, I am your husband! You should just tell me about your sexual fantasies. There’s nothing to it. I can then include them in the bedroom. Even if it is only fantasy. You know what makes me hot, too.

Gracelynn rolled her blue eyes in annoyance and pushed his head off her belly, then laughingly jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, calling out to him from there:

Fuck you, Terry! I’m fantasizing about you, Mr. Detective. Just you wait. Let’s see how long you can go without sex.

Terry had a fit of laughter when he heard the toilet seat fall and the sound of her wee-wee splashing in the toilet, and she continued to distract from the subject, shouting, You can put the toilet seat down too, stupid!

Terry lay laughing on the bed for a while longer, listening to Gracelynn taking a shower. After she turned off the water, he straightened up and pulled the crumpled condom off his flaccid penis and threw it in the trash, and went into the bathroom as well. There he saw his sexy wife combing her long blonde hair and lost in thought. Terry slapped her on her tight butt.

How can I fulfill your sexual fantasies if you don’t talk about them? Terry said, flipping the toilet seat back up to pee standing up.

Dumbass, don’t pee on the rim and shut your mouth now. It’s annoying. There’s nothing erotic about being interrogated.

Just as he was shaking off the last drops, Gracelynn gave him a playful yet forceful jab in his ribs with her elbow. Ouch, you naughty girl. Laughing, she ran back into the bedroom to put on a tight slinky pink nightgown and then slipped under the covers. By the time he got back to the bedroom, freshly showered, she was asleep. Maybe he should just stop asking her out.

Terry had woken up last night and noticed rhythmic movements under her covers. She had spread her legs slightly and he saw her hand circling between her legs under the covers, while her other hand grabbed her iPhone on which Gracelynn was staring glued up. Thus she didn’t notice the curious looks of Terry at first. Gradually, her fingers stained with her dribbling juices started moving all across her body as if desiring someone to caress her aroused framework. She grabbed her tits, pinched her nipples, mauled her tits, and moved down again to her rosebuds imagining nasty things.

When he just slid up a bit and realized that she was on the infamous porn site xHamster, she got scared and panicked and turned off the smartphone even before he could see what she was looking at. She pulled her other hand out from under the cover and closed her legs.

He had to laugh and just thought it was cute how embarrassed she was and calmly said, We can watch this together, honey. Don’t panic.

I thought..., um. I thought you were asleep. Sorry.

Terry couldn’t stop laughing and joking as usual, I did, but you masturbate so brutally that the whole bed shakes. That’s enough to shake me awake.

But he saw how embarrassing the whole thing was for Gracelynn and she tried to make a serious face and said, "Oh nonsense, that’s quite normal. You don’t apologize for that. I jerk off all the time. I don’t understand why you’re so embarrassed.

I’m your husband. He countered.

You, honey, are a pervert, too. I just couldn’t sleep. That’s the only reason I did it. I don’t usually do this. She argued.

Terry put his head in his hand and propped himself up on one elbow, sliding his free hand under her bedspread. His fingers pushed up her nightgown and probed her exposed pussy, which was soaking wet. Unusually wet, as soaking wet as he had ever experienced. She pushed her hips toward his hand as he kissed her.

Honey, it’s getting late. I’m tired as hell and I need to get up early tomorrow.

He ignored her pleas and instead asked curiously, What kind of porn have you been watching? You’re never that wet with me. You should talk about your fantasies with me. I am your husband.

Gracelynn blushed again and answered visibly irritated: Nothing. Nothing at all. Is this an interrogation? I’m not that wet with you because after only two minutes of foreplay you’re already shoving your dick in me, you dickhead.

Terry knew he would better not ask any more questions now if he wanted to fuck her. So he grabbed her hip and turned her to him to give her a deep, passionate kiss intertwining their tongues. He pinched her tight butt and pulled her tight against him so that her breasts were pressed against his chest. Gracelynn was visibly getting hot and returned the kisses passionately now and their tongues danced together. Her hand reached between his legs and gave his cock a gentle massage through his boxers and Terry teasingly said, I thought you were so tired and had to get up early?

Right, but you won’t let me, you Casanova. So I’m going to be in a bad mood all day tomorrow.

Um, I’ll make sure you won’t be in a bad mood.

He took a condom from his drawer. Then he took off his boxers and put the condom over his rock-hard cock and slipped under his wife’s covers. He carefully spread her legs and climbed between them to place his cock between her silky labia. Making her so soaking wet, he slid into her without any resistance. He tried his best to bottom her hard, strove to soothe the hunger between her thighs, and thus, he thrust to calm down the fire that breathed deep inside. She was on fire for him.

The body of his young blonde wife just began to tremble in orgasm and moan loudly when he also felt his climax approaching. The unfamiliar wetness and her horniness were just too horny. His thrusts quickened and he began to gasp as he remained inside her, shooting his cum into the condom. His wife smiled lovingly and stroked his cheek, That was awesome, Terry.

Despite her orgasm, Terry was annoyed that he had come so soon. He pulled his cock out of her and offered, I can still lick you too, baby.

Terry, it was very good. I have to get some sleep now though. Good night. Gracelynn turned to the bedroom closet and fell asleep. He still fretted, wondering what kind of fantasies made her so horny. If he could figure it out, he could certainly satisfy her better and role-play the fantasy. He wondered if she liked BDSM and he was just embarrassed by it. He wouldn’t mind.

Terry asked quietly, Can’t you tell me about your fantasies?

But Gracelynn did not answer and breathed heavily. She had already