Empress Jennifer Cuckold Novels & Stories

One of those adventures was our brief flirtation with mild exhibitionism—or, more accurately, Jennifer's flirtation with it. She loved dressing like a slut for me, and I absolutely loved watching her. Until then, we'd kept it safely within the walls of our home. During one particularly heated session, Jennifer slipped into a pair of skin-tight jeans that hugged her curvy hips and heart-shaped ass. She paired them with a sheer T-shirt that was at least two sizes too small. The low-cut neckline framed her freckled chest and generous cleavage, and since she wasn't wearing a bra, I could clearly make out her dark areolas through the thin fabric. The more I stared, the harder her nipples became.

The thought of removing Maureen from the stage crossed my mind, yet I hesitated, unsure whether it would fix our predicament. The woman had completely lost her sense of shame. Could she genuinely take pride in publicly declaring her role as a mistress? It astounded me. Her willingness to descend to such depths is a testament to her complete lack of shame. "I see that look in your eyes, folks! Don't judge me. I'm not the other woman. Yes, he's married, but I'm not his mistress. He's been my boyfriend for several years. And this woman, she a slut and forced my boyfriend to marry her."

"Ronald, this suit of yours isn't custom-made, is it? It's not fair to keep this insider information from us." My coworkers laughed and teased me in the office, but I couldn't force a smile. I had been married to Angela Reed for nine years, and she had always refused to make it public. It wasn't until a couple of days ago, after I secured a 300-million-dollar project for the company, that she finally allowed me to announce our relationship at the year-end awards ceremony.

Each one angled to look more intimate than it was, captions suggesting secret meetings and corporate espionage. "Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck." I scrolled through more articles, each one worse than the last. Anonymous sources claiming I was feeding company secrets to James. Speculation about my marriage being a cover for corporate sabotage. I scrolled down to the comment section. Big mistake. Gold digger caught red handed Poor Alexander Carter. Married a snake She's obviously using him for insider information Sleeping her way to the top like a common whore This is what happens when CEOs marry employees. Nothing but a power grab

She calmly replied: "Miss Madison, you are saying such nonsense in front of me, in front of William's lawful wife, you know? I don't care what you and my husband were like before. I just need to know the truth. I'm actually his WOMAN." Jennifer intentionally emphasized the words "husband" and "wife" so that Madison knew where her position was. And who is she provoking? It is not easy to bully her. Madison's face was pale now, but she still tried to keep her image, the corner of her lips still had a fake smile. "I also wish you to keep this husband by your side forever." "Thank." After saying that, Jennifer was about to turn around and walk away, but Madison moved her foot to block her leg, c

Jennifer could tolerate anything to please the best son-in-law in the world, Henry. Following that, they had a great time entertaining each other. Henry was treated better than any other distinguished visitor. Jennifer was unconcerned about her humiliation at the dinner table. She deliberately pulled her daughter aside and reminded her several times. She reminded her daughter to take advantage of the opportunity to have more frequent sex with Henry so that she could become pregnant as soon as possible and fully secure her position as the Master of Golden Liberty's wife.

“While you sit in this… this kennel, wallowing in your own filth, she is living like a queen. Your queen. On your money. And that viper, Croft, the one you were too blind to crush when you had the chance, has put a ring on her finger. They are to be wed. It’s all over the society pages. A glittering spectacle. A celebration of your utter ruin. Last night. The Austerlitz Hotel. The most expensive engagement party this city has seen in a decade. Crystal, orchids, a private orchestra. The whole city was there, laughing at you. They are to be married.” The words didn't make sense. They were alien sounds, crashing against the fortress of my reality. Jennifer? Marrying Croft? It was a logistical i

"By the way, do you need me to help you promote those intimate photos of you two at the Mount Pratt campsite within the industry? Quite a few of my friends have already been asking if you're planning to pivot into romance-themed bed and breakfasts." Jennifer's face turned red with rage. "Archie, what nonsense are you talking about? Do you still consider me your wife?" "Wife?" I let out a derisive laugh. "Why don't you ask yourself if you've ever fulfilled the duties of a wife?" "...Of course I have!" Maurice quickly stepped forward, his face already twisted into that trademark look of false grievance. "Archie, how can you slander Jennifer like this without any proof? She and I have a purely

I bit my lip, avoiding her gaze, my eyes darting to the doctor, who was watching our exchange intently. “Ethan,” I murmured, closing my eyes as if that would make it less real. “What? When?” Jennifer’s voice deepened while Irene chuckled from the corner, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “Oh! Emily, you naughty girl!” she teased. “When, Emily? Was it when you were with Jason?” Jennifer pressed, and the doctor interjected, “She’s eight weeks along,” as if revealing a secret. Nosy woman! Jennifer’s eyes widened, realization dawning. “My wedding!” she gasped, and I nodded, guilt swelling in my chest.

she said passing her phone to me. The headline reads; “Billionaire CEO Marcelo Wilson Jones sets to get married,” I read the headline out and at first it didn’t click in my head that I am the soon to be bride of the billionaire. “Scroll down and read more,” Jennifer said, “Billionaire CEO female admirers set out to find this mystery woman,” I read out loud again and Jennifer started laughing. “What’s funny, didn’t you hear what I read they’re out to get me,” “I’m laughing because you’re one of the female admirers before you became the wife and I didn’t even know your soon to be husband has a fan base,” she said, laughing hard I could see tears coming out of her eyes.