Humiliated Sissy Husband Novels & Stories

The comments accelerated. [David is loving this! The thrill of guilt is a total turn-on!] [Am I the only one who feels bad for Lily? What did she do to deserve these psychos?] [Ugh, please. She’s the one who got between the couple. This is just what she deserves!] Arguments unfolded in the comments. It was total chaos. I started understanding what was going on through the comments. These two mini pigs were my husband, David Dunn, and his mistress, Sarah Flinn. They were the star-crossed protagonists of a romance novel about two reunited lovers.

A deputy general spat bitterly, "Liam, you… you've lost your mind. How could you do something so vile? We brothers always thought you were a real man, but you—you deserve to die." The other soldiers murmured in shock, "He married a princess of the court and still dared to take another woman? Even brought her out openly? He really has no fear. And delaying troop deployments on top of that—that's a capital offense. This… this is just…"

After calling my husband, all four men left, leaving a sign on the door that said, "It's open." I was too drained to feel much of anything. My humiliation was more than complete. And though I had been thoroughly and forcefully used, the humiliation, the lewd and nasty comments and the mauling by Dave and the others had been satisfying. I can't describe why I feel such heat and being a common slut, especially since things start out in such an embarrassing way, hardly erotic. It is what it is.

But you threw away my love for another man, and I’m sure you’d gladly serve him in bed in the name of love. Jason, you bastard! I won’t let you get away with this. I have to teach you a lesson for seducing my wife, even though you’re married to Hannah. You don’t deserve to be called a gentleman. You’re just a coward who doesn’t know shame, sharing your love between two women without feeling guilty and pretending to be good in front of everyone.

He sat on the couch in front of me and raised an eyebrow with a playful smirk. "You're pretty ruthless." Looking up indifferently, I met his gaze and replied, "The same goes for you." He deliberately wore his shirt loose to show off his abs, exuding a rebellious, defiant attitude. From the way he looked, I knew he was my husband for this life, Jerome. In my past life, I'd seen him a few times at Hanson family banquets. He'd always come off as a playboy who couldn't stay away from women. I just didn't expect the wedding itself to be this absurd.

The reason is that he had ignored me for no reasons. He looked at with some different expressions that were not giving me good vibes. "Going to hell Wife. Just wait a little and you will see it with your eyes." He said with a devilish look on his face. He was smiling evilly after saying these words. "Husband I am sure you must be joking." I said to him while giving him a half smile. If he is serious in anyway then he is not aware with whom he will going to mess up. I am a fairy for my loved ones but I am also the queen of devils if someone will really try to mess up with me.

“We could have faced it together. Therapy. Doctors. Something.” Khalid laughed bitterly, a sound that held no humor. “Pride. Shame. Take your pick. I’m Khalid Voss. I close nine-figure deals before breakfast. I wasn’t supposed to fail at the one thing that mattered most—being your husband. Every time I tried and couldn’t… it felt like my father was right. Like I wasn’t enough. So I worked more. Let Natasha take point on the European negotiations. Came home late so I wouldn’t have to face your eyes.” He lifted my hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to my knuckles. His stubble scraped gently against my skin. “I see now how cruel that was. You thought I didn’t want you. The truth is I wanted you

He swept her into his arms, cradling her like she was made of glass. "Get Dr. Castellano here. NOW." His voice cracked like a whip at the house manager. The staff exchanged glances, some smirking at me. The Don's wife, humiliated again. And in that moment, I couldn’t help but find the scene absurd myself. Yesterday, I'd been rear-ended on the highway. My car had spun out, hit the median. Sitting in the cold, sterile hallway of the hospital, I dialed Mark’s number again and again, my fingers trembling uncontrollably from fear. The phone rang countless times, yet not a single call connected.

I'd always had a soft spot for both of them if I was honest, had always felt something flutter in my chest when Matteo smiled at me with those warm brown eyes or when Kian looked at me with that intensity that made me feel seen. Had wondered in the deepest most secret parts of myself what it might be like if things were different, if I wasn't married, if they weren't Adrian's friends, if the circumstances were anything other than what they were. But this, this wasn't those fantasies, this wasn't mutual desire or genuine connection or anything that resembled what I'd imagined in those rare moments when I'd let myself imagine at all. This was diabolical, this was sick, this was my husband orch

O’Grady smiled at the startled Simmons family as he said, “ We need to speak to old Simmons here. Simmons has been a traitor, dear lady.” And as the man rose shakily to his feet, St Just added flatly, “Say your goodbyes, man.” The look on the face of the woman was one of hatred as she glared at her husband. “You were cheating on me, weren’t you? You no good lout?” she screamed. “And now…?”