Novel & Cerita Humiliated Sissy Husband

“Do you like being fucked up the ass? Do you like feeling like a slut? Only sluts do that, you know. No good Catholic girl would dream of letting a man sodomize her. This makes you a godless heathen, doesn’t it? It makes you a slut" "Maybe now you will be satisfied not just as my wife but as my slut maybe now you won't say am a feeble husband"He grunts. With that, her husband shoved his cock to the hilt, buried himself between her cheeks, and ground down hard against her. It hurt like hell but, God help her, she wanted it. She cried out and thrashed under him, not sure if she really wanted to get away, knowing damn good and well he wouldn’t let her anyway.

"Married for three and a half years, cheating for three. You've known Grace for four years. Does that mean you two were already seeing each other before the wedding?" "Mr. Jackel, you want a divorce but aren't willing to pay. Are you trying to force your wife out with nothing?" Nate looked horrified. He never expected that everything he had just said was being livestreamed across the internet. At that moment, Grace's screams pierced through the ward. "Get away from me! I'm not a mistress! I'm not! "The unloved one is the real mistress!" Nate froze. "Wendy! If you have a problem, come at me!"

There was a nagging thought on the fringes of his mind, but sadly, no matter how hard he tried to think, he couldn't seem to get a hold of it. Releasing a frustrated sigh, Nick brushed back his brown hair and looked his wife in the eyes. "Shamsiya, I know I wasn't the best husband..." "Haha! Best? Were you even a husband?" Shamsiya interrupted, throwing back her head and laughing mockingly. "If you haven't realized, husbands don't live off their wives. They support them and protect them from the preying eyes of other men. Not only did you live off me and treat me lower than a slave, but you also sold me off to another man. Nick Jackson, you've lost the right to call yourself a husband a long

"Listen to me. For five years, I've been looking for you everywhere. I put in a lot of effort, money, and thought just to meet you. I even lowered my pride and almost went crazy asking a disabled man like you to be my husband. So, shut up and do what I say." Deric pulled the corners of his lips upwards. When he turned to his three brothers, he received an unusual look of hatred. "Very well, Miss. But I'll do it if you'll accept the conditions I put forward."

Simon immediately stood in front of me, protecting me, and kicked Lily. Lily, clutching her stomach, looked at Simon with a mournful gaze. “Simon, don’t you want me anymore? Don’t you have even a shred of affection for me?” Simon coldly replied, “I have only ever loved one woman, and that’s my wife, Laura.” “What about the happiness we had these past few days?” “That was just to deceive you and to avenge my wife.” Lily cried and laughed, unable to face reality. But I would not give her another chance.

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.

"Calvin is in a league of his own, honestly. He's fooling around with his mistress while his wife lies beside him. Talk about bravado." I stiffened. What did all those comments mean? Who was "Deedee"? Did they mean Dorothy? Then I remembered—Dorothy Sanders, the new intern at Calvin's company. She came by the house twice. She was slender and soft-spoken. I thought she was a well-behaved young woman. But what did she have to do with this silicone doll? More comments poured across my vision. "Laura's still in the dark. Poor thing. Her husband and his mistress are fooling around right next to her, and she still doesn't know!"

"His step-sister that you don't even know if she really exists or if he just made it up so you don't make an even bigger scandal there?" "Chelsea, that's okay. The issue is over. The important thing is that I was enlightened and I found out from his own mouth that he's not cheating on me, that he doesn't have another woman." "I don't know about you, Dianna." "This is it, it has never happened to me that my husband has an affair, and Dave should never do that to me. But you know? That's how Lucas behaves, he's acting like those in a movie."

Jessica yelled loudly that one could notice her collarbones popping themselves. "You are a liar, you probably thought that we wouldn't hear about all that you have been doing. We heard that you were living with another man and that makes you a worthless wife! How can you be a worthless mother to your kids?" Clara told her firmly with a disgusted expression. "I told you that it's not true. They are all lies because I can't do that to my kids, I love my husband and kids___" Jessica said but was interrupted by Clara's angry voice.

The lace was soaked now, sticking to my folds, and every little movement made me more aware of how empty I felt. “Husband,” I muttered again, voice cracking this time. “This is humiliating.” “Humiliating?” He looked down at me, eyes dark with something that looked a lot like hunger. “This is just the beginning. By the end of the year you’ll be crawling to me on your knees begging to feed me your wet little cunt for breakfast. You’ll spread those legs wide every morning so I can check how ready you are for my cock.” My pussy fluttered at his words and I squeezed my thighs together harder.