Guilty Wives Novels & Stories

“Fuck yourself deep while you serve them. I want to see how much you love being a locked cuck.” Mark’s tiny pink cage throbbed as he positioned the thick dildo under himself. With his face burning, he lowered his ass onto it right there in front of everyone. The fat head stretched his hole wide, making him whimper as he sank down inch by inch until it was buried deep inside him. “Yes… like that, faggot.” Cindy moaned as her first bull mounted her. Chinedu slammed into Cindy’s cum-filled cunt and bred her hard. Mark watched inches away as he released rope after rope pumped into his wife’s womb, the moment Chinedu pulled out, Mark crawled to him, dildo still lodged in his ass.

Elena's POV The flashlights swept across the yard. Five wives stood there — Sarah at the front, eyes wide with shock and fury. My husband David was still half-hard beside me, cum dripping from my ass onto the blanket. I didn’t close my legs. I stayed spread wide, fingers lazily pushing the mixed loads deeper into my pussy, letting them all see exactly what I had collected. Sarah’s voice cracked. “Elena… you fucking whore.” I smiled, slow and shameless, circling my swollen clit right in front of them. “Jealous? Your husbands filled me so good tonight.”

Then came Merrin’s three wives, their cruel, mocking laugh still echoing inside my head. And worse… Celine’s cold whisper: “You’re still alive? You should have stayed dead.” My chest tightens. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block them out, trying to breathe. “I’m not doing this again,” I whisper. Merrin’s wives are back. Back from wherever they went to “rest.” Back to remind me exactly what I am. A mistress. A scandal. A shadow that can be erased when convenient. They are legally recognized. They have rings.

I'd given him two years and my reputation and my family's exposure and I'd moved into his dead marriage and worn his wife's clothes and raised her children and lost her house full of her photographs, and I'd done all of it believing I was building toward something. And I was going to end up the villain of it. I could see that now, clear, the way Clara must have seen everything clear from inside her dark. When this came apart, and it was coming apart, Clara would be the wronged wife and Alexander would be the ruined man and there had to be a third thing, a woman to blame, the cousin, the mistress, the one who wore the bracelet. Unless I moved first. I stood at the window a long time. Somewher

The truth belonged to only me. Her flowers had already wilted, but I still saw her face when I closed my eyes. My first and my only. The one mistake I’ll never forgive myself for. I told myself I’d stopped going. And yet, I stood there again today. With a fourth wife at my side, staring at a name that still knew how to cut me open. And then I kissed her. I kissed the new wife. The child my uncle forced into this madness. The scent of her skin clung to me even after she shoved me away. And instead of rage, all I felt was guilt. Because for one second, I forgot the only woman I was never supposed to forget. I forgot the ache I used to feel anytime I visited.

Lucas Valeriano was a man who always demanded absolute obedience, unquestionable loyalty, and complete submission from everyone around him, especially from me — his wife whom he believed existed solely to please him, support him, and never ever dare oppose or contradict his will in any way. For years, I had allowed him to dictate everything in my life. For years, I swallowed my pride, suppressed my feelings, and endured his coldness, his indifference, and his betrayals simply because I loved him and foolishly believed that patience and kindness would eventually win his heart and respect. But tonight, I had crossed a line in his eyes — I had stood my ground, I had humiliated his precious mist

"Betrayal has no cure here. And anyone who touches what is mine... dies." Later that night, in the quiet of our room, I finally let out a long breath. Ivan came from behind and wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder. "You were amazing today, wife," he whispered into my ear. "The way you noticed him. The way you slapped him... so brave." I turned around in his arms, looking up at him. "I had to be strong, Ivan. For you. For us." I bit my lip. "But... what about Adrian and Celeste? We punished them, but they are still alive somewhere. Do you think they will try to come back?"

My heart sank as I took in the image of the the lady he was with. Not just any woman, but my sister—my elder sister, Vivian. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I watched, frozen in disbelief. They were so caught up that they didn’t notice my presence. But as Ryan’s eyes met mine, they widened in shock. He hastily disengaged from her. Vivian’s face crumpled, her expression a mixture of disappointment and disgust—not even a hint of remorse. Not surprising. “Ophelia…” Ryan began, his voice laced with guilt, but I wasn’t ready to hear any of his lies.

"Oh, shut up. Since when did your opinion matter? I am already good at algorithm during those times that you still cry for a pacifier." I passed through her and headed to the stairs. The sound of my stilletos every time they kiss the floor echo inside this oceanic mansion. I'm still in the midst of the staircase when a familiar, annoying sound suddenly came to my senses —the arrival of my father and his new wife. Uh, the title 'new wife' does not even suit her. 'Trash' sounds better for her. When the sound of the car stopped at the garage, I immediately ran through my room. I put all my baggage beside my king-sized bed. I jumped onto it, my body bounced due to my foamy mattress. What a feeli

A woman I didn’t even know anything about but would find out everything about before the sun rose on another day. “And an unfaithful wife is a dangerous wife,” she added in a low voice. “A wife who is willing to do whatever it takes to get out of a marriage she is unhappy in. She will trade your secrets with your enemies, find ways to rid herself of you, and then where will you be, master? You will be in danger.”