Dom Wife Stories Novels & Stories

“Thomas, did you know why I agreed to hold the wedding with Alex? That’s because you’ve always been a pushover like you are now! You never act like a man! You always chose to back off during work and has never surpassed Alex! Even after work you act the same way. You never dared to anger me and even took the initiative to move out of your own house! You’re just a coward!” Before she could finish speaking, a lazy woman’s voice sounded at the door. “Thomas, are you done packing yet? The MPV’s still waiting outside!”

I wasn't any little whore; I was in love with my husband and wanted a peaceful, healthy marriage with vanilla sex where I was treated with love and respect, unlike his father, who asked me to crawl and get on my knees and who treated me like a slut. Yes, I admit, dirty sex; the steamy, forbidden way he touched me; the way he pounded me so hard like it was the first and last time; and the way he came all over me, it all was so fifty shades of hot. It turned me on so much it fulfilled my sex fantasies, but I was a woman; I wanted a family; I wanted to be a loving, decent mother one day. “Oh fuck.” He groaned, holding my head in place as he pushed his cock deep inside my throat. I gagged. “Fuck

"And do you know who's with her and keeps deceiving you while you're at work so she can have a leisurely life? It was Dominic, your best friend, of all people! Your wife is a slut!" Mom provided information on what they discovered and her encounter with Adeline and Dominic. I couldn't stop gripping my fist while listening to her stories. I was previously aware of it, but it was still upsetting to hear it from others. My jaw also clenched as if I wanted Dominic's entire being crushed and turned into a pulp at any moment until I was content with what I had done. I want to kill him right now, with Adeline, but I should stop myself from thinking about it.

Dominic withdrew himself from me, lying on his back with his head on his pillow. I closed the magazine and put on back on the nightstand before lying on my side, facing him. "Dom," I called him softly, trying to figure out what was going through his mind. "Yes?" he hummed, turning to lie on his side and face me. "Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked him the question I'd been dying to ask since I walked down the aisle towards him. He stretched his hand to my face, tucking my hair behind my ear lightly. "I don't," he replied firmly. "I have a wife and she's very beautiful."

“But the dishes—” “Will be right there in the morning. I think you get a free pass from doin’ dishes on your wedding night.” Domini gave him a saucy look and ran to the bedroom. He shoved his crutches by the nightstand and centered himself on the bed. “Come here and kiss your husband, your lord and master.” Domini slunk across him, sexy as sin and straddled his groin. “You called, master?” She giggled. “I can’t even say that with a straight face.”

"What are you talking about?" "Her whole life is a disaster," Dominic said, leaning back against my desk like he owned the place. "She's been bleeding my wife dry for years. Made her sell her jewelry so she could buy designer bags. She pays for male escorts. Throws these dirty little parties. And she doesn't bother with protection. You know she had an abortion recently? Made my wife sit with her in the hospital. I'm guessing the kid wasn't yours." Dominic looked at me while he talked, enjoying himself.

I smile, “I got married to Dominic’s mother, I wasn't rich but I was working hard enough to put food on our table. Back then she said she didn't care about my status, she said that all that mattered was our love for each other. I believed her and trusted her, I did everything in my power to make sure she was comfortable, I even took extra jobs to make sure that nothing was lacking at home,

I whispered, my voice hoarse from screaming. Dom chuckled lowly, his hand sliding down to cup my ass possessively. “You loved every second of it, baby. I felt how hard you came with both of us stretching you open. Your little cunt was creaming so beautifully for your father-in-law and uncle on your wedding night.” Victor stepped closer from behind, his hands gently but firmly gripping my waist. “He’s right. You were such a good girl for us. Moaning and begging like the perfect family slut. Your husband has no idea what a filthy, cockhungry wife he married tonight.”