Crazy Wife Slut Novels & Stories

It was all just a bunch of missionary and hearing this slut giggle at his reply, he wondered if this slut would let him put it in that incredible ass of hers. "C'mon!" Cassy moaned into his ear. "You're balls deep inside one hell of a slut," she moaned into his ear, biting on his earlobe as she rode his dick and forced one groan out of him after another. "So, stop letting your wife hold you back and fuck me like I'm your dirtiest fucking fantasy!" she moaned alluringly as she slammed her booty down his thick black shaft.

I stood up from the seat and marched towards the shivering bitch. "Don't ever repeat that word understood." I yelled at her ignoring the audience we had. "My wife is 100 percent perfect than a slut like you. She is not a whore who screams for attention. How pathetic you are?. You won't even leave a married men isn't it. My wife is pure like a gold. And I, Rohan Nanda only belongs to one girl, Nisha Rohan Nanda, my wife." I emphasized and stormed out from the bloody club. _:_

"Do you have no respect for women?" "You have no right to interfere, Ethan," the ruthless said, his voice dripping with disdain. "This is between me and my wife, and you have no right to stick your nose in our business. Or is she sleeping with you too, since you seem to know so much about our private affairs?" His words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I couldn't help but react. I was furious at his accusations, his insinuation that I was a "cheap slut." I couldn't let him get away with saying that about me. “I am a not a slut and I can never be one and let’s talk about you?,

the husband replied. "You are the crazy one! I'm his wife and you're telling me I'm his toy?" Sharlynn released her grip on the woman's blonde hair. However, she did not give the blonde a chance. While rubbing her head, Sharlynn quickly kicked the woman's slender stomach until she was pushed backward, and her back hit the wall. "Richie! Who is this crazy woman pretending to be your wife?" The sound of hysterical screaming and crying made Sharlynn feel no pity. The beautiful brunette gave her a cynical look and crossed her arms over her chest.

I churned her up. "Yes, yes, yes," she moaned, wiggling her hips back and forth. "You're going to make me be such a bad wife! Oh, yes, I'm going to be so wicked! I'm going to cum on that big dick!" I winked at the other wife as I drilled the slut. "Be a bad, bad wife!" "YES!" she screamed, her pussy going wild around my cock. "I'm so bad! Cum in me! Flood my snatch with all your jizz!"

I drop the fake whimpering instantly, my voice turning flat, venomous, and dangerously sharp. "You called me—your husband—to deliver a threat because of a glorified grease monkey? Is he really that good in bed, Violetta? Is that what this is? Has a few weeks in a cheap loft completely degraded your standards to the point where you're begging for a man who smells like exhaust fluid?" A sharp, audible breath hitches on her end of the line. I can practically feel the wave of disgust rolling through the phone, but before I can double down on the insult, her voice cuts back in, lower and deadlier than I have ever heard it in my entire life.

One of them was on and on about how his wife was so frustrating and he wanted to just get rid of her. “My wife is so stupid. She doesn’t even realize I have other side chicks.” Another one of them chuckled. “You’re so lucky.” Another man replied to him. “my wife is so crazy and she just found out about my other side chicks. Now she’s out to ruin my life. I feel like a crazy mess.” I was just staring at them with a frown plastered on my face. “What is she? Stupid? Do you have to remain faithful to her? If her ugly ass can’t satisfy you in bed, then you have to fill that gap with other hotter chicks .” he said then chugged down his glass.

he angrily shouted that even Ling Ling Lazy sitting there watching the play was startled. "Now the newspapers are full of pictures of you and other men rolling around in bed, embarrassing me, embarrassing Aubrey Gia, Aubrey Thi, a mean woman like you, anyone can do it. husband" The corner of Orly Lazy's lips was bleeding but she didn't care, she looked straight into his eyes and said: "Stop acting, get a divorce"

“You are talking about my wife Cassandra and I would not tolerate you saying bad words about her and feeding the media lies.” “Now now, I fed the media nothing. They asked for an interview and my opinion on your wife and I gave them exactly what they asked for.” “You seem to have forgotten about your dirty little secret which I know about, how you came to be a very famous model. Do not allow me go dirty with you, keep my wife’s name out of your mouth, is that understood?” “Yes, you don’t need to be all grumpy. I know you do not love her, I know that at least”

Sandy let out a bitter laugh and retorted, "Proud of what exactly? Proud that I'm making a living by pretending to be someone's wife?" My heart sank as I watched her emotional turmoil unfold. Instinctively, I wanted to flee, sensing that tears were imminent. And indeed, they came cascading down her cheeks. I wasn't adept at handling such situations, so I stood there helplessly, simply observing as she released her pent-up emotions. "Cassandra, please don't be upset," I implored her. "You're an amazing individual, and your loved ones undoubtedly take immense pride in all that you've accomplished. You possess strength and capability, and you consistently strive to keep those closest to you ver