Novel & Cerita Hotwife Short Stories

This short story of how I would eat your pussy. It was written just for you. Read it and enjoy it while stroking your sweet wet pussy. I want you to get wet. I mean really wet reading about me doing this to you baby. I want your body hurting badly, nipples hard and your clit swollen and throbbing before you insert anything into it. You might even want to print it and lay back on your bed and love your body while you read it. It's my special gift to you.

"It seems like your wife hasn't shared anything with you, has she? We used to work at the same club back in the day. "She only quit that life after you took her in."

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

Hashtags like #NickEmotionallyAbusesWife, #TheTruthBehindEliteMarriages, and #AshleySuffersInSilence shot to the top of the trending charts. Countless misled netizens flooded my livestream account, cursing me as a spoiled rich man who had driven his wife into another man's arms. It was Brian's final strike—his last desperate attempt to flip the narrative and cast himself as a victim. "Do you want me to handle this?" Chelsey asked, her tone like ice as she scrolled through the venomous comments on her tablet. I shook my head. "No need. He's just a clown dancing on borrowed time." I didn't respond. I didn't defend myself because I knew lies collapse on their own. Truth doesn't need to shout.

Me: "I just can't believe this is all working out; to be honest, mom, I had planned that this all happen, that I won your heart with, well, my big cock. I must have dreamt a thousand times that I would win your heart and then you'd be mine, dedicated, loyal, and willing to have my babies." Mom: "Well, I should be mad, but that damn cock of yours! It's amazing you didn't try and seduce the whole town. I can assure you that the old, horny women of my bridge club would all jump at the chance to have you. All of them are married, some are even still fertile. God, I could just see you, looking proudly as those society women rolled in, each sporting a swollen belly carrying your child. Wow, that e

Her body tangled with mine until the night dissolved in heat and alcohol. I shut my eyes, cursing under my breath. In six days was my wedding day. Cassandra Harrington. The heiress. The contract bride my parents were shoving down my throat. By now the press was probably setting up their cameras, waiting for the photos of the smiling billionaire groom soon. And here I was. Naked in a hotel room with a stranger. I turned my head slightly, my temples pounding. She was still asleep, her face turned away, black hair spilling across the pillow like silk.

My both hands slid around her waist as I pulled her closer whille she grinded her hips against mine. I spanked her again, warning a yelp from her. Pulling away from my lip, she trailed her lips from my lips to the side of my face, finding my ears. “I'm going to do to you things you've never done to your wife and your wife have never done to you. By the time I'm done with you, Van, I'll be living rent-free in your head.” Her words sent shivers down my spine, and I swallowed in anticipation for what was to come.

“Taking my fingers like a greedy little slut right here on the rooftop. Anyone could walk around this corner and see me ruining your tight cunt.” Her dirty words sent a fresh gush of wetness down my thighs. I clenched hard around her fingers, my legs trembling. Lena removed her hand from my mouth and grabbed my throat instead, squeezing just enough to make my eyes roll back. “You like that, don’t you? Being my secret whore.” She leaned in and bit my bottom lip hard. “Say it.” “I… I like it,” I moaned. “I’m your secret whore.” “Good girl.” She dropped to her knees right there in the shadows, yanking my dress up to my waist. In one rough motion she ripped my panties down my legs and shoved the

If there were others… We pulled up to the large suburban house. Uncle Victor was already waiting outside with two of his buddies — both tall, muscular men in their thirties. They stared as I stumbled out of the car on shaky legs, skirt still hiked up, cum and squirt glistening on my thighs. “She’s in heat again,” Marcus told them grimly. “Expelled today. Needs to be broken.” Victor grinned, eyes raking over me. “Bring her inside, little nympho. We’ll give you exactly what you’re begging for.”