Humiliated Sissy Husband Novels & Stories

**** "Spuurrrr…!" Phoebe spat out the whiskey. "What!? Richard Hill is your husband. Oh my God! You are the crazy rich wife in New York." Phoebe's brain shook violently as she plummeted from cloud nine, her mind reeling at the revelation that the man they had been discussing was none other than Richard Hill.

I was on the verge of shouting because I was continuously being questioned and that shameless of my socalled husband was seating without any worry with his fuckbuddy. “I was having a coffee with my friend Sabiha when the waiter delivered a parcel inquiring my name. When we open it contained some compromising pictures of my husband.” “Then did you confront this matter to your husband?” “yes, in the meantime, my best friend arrived and we went to my husband’s office and confronted the matter but he was fabricating that he has nothing to do with Ezra.” “So, after that what you did? Did you break his head or limbs?” Mr. Aman said so casually that for a second I got confused that he actually mean

“I do. And I am going to. “ he says, but I see his hand is shaking. What a weakling my father is. “You won’t kick your oldest son. “ I say, “You just can’t. “ My father's hand closes around the backrest of the chair next to him for support. “I want you out of here, “ he says, and he looks upset. That asshole, I should be the one upset. “I tried. “ he goes on “And I must have failed as your father because you’ve become someone I don’t recognize. And it’s not because of Violet…” “What does this bitch have to do with this?” I snarl, “And she is MY wife, … You know what - no surprise mom was cheating on you. You are such a weak man. ” My father looks stunned. “I want you out of this house. “ He

My stomach churned as I climbed the stairs, each step feeling like a lifetime. When I reached the door, it was slightly ajar. I peeked inside, my breath catching in my throat. There he was, my husband, tangled in the sheets with another woman. I didn’t cry. Or do nothing. I just stood there, frozen, as the reality of my marriage hit me like a brick wall. For years, I had tried. I had been the perfect wife, the forgiving wife, the wife who looked the other way. But this? This was the final straw.

Arham's dad gets angry and said: "How dare you? You don't have any right to interfere in our family matter . Don't forget you are Arham's temporary wife " "Hitting a woman is not a family matter even if someone beating his wife in the public, I will stop them too ": She replied in an equal tone. Arham gets angry, he marched toward her and said: "Don't you dare to talk to my father like this ". Sarah looked at him and said: "I can if you all behave like a coward and show your fake maleness on women. You all are cowards who only show your strength on women ".Arham and get angry and slapped her hard on her face. A smile comes on everyone's face seeing the scene, Sarah holds her cheeks she look

You need to help retain some of my dignity. "Hah, dignity? You're now handicapped. You've lost your shares and your power. You're just a useless man. You're lucky that you still have air in your lungs. Dignity is a luxury. Would you still need it?" Sylvia spoke in a voice full of disdain and resentment. "All these years, I was your wife by name. But you have never looked me in the eye. You've only treated me like a piece of furniture while you lived a life of debauchery out there!

Now everything started to come in place as her mind processed his calculative expressions. "She is my wife I told you about" he said in husky voice to the woman beside him. "I see, she is not that pretty" she commented. "Hmm I know that's why I brought you here" he said while placing a sticky kiss on her red painted lips. She chuckled like a kid. "I don't think I can control now babe, let's go to our room" he said while nuzzling into her neck while she laughed like crazy. Tears welled up in her red, swollen eyes. This was the most humiliation she ever got. It was disgusting to see her so called husband making comments on her appearance and most of all bringing prostitutes at home. And he not

He sneered at me in irritation, “Don’t pretend that you don’t love all the things I do to you in bed. After all, you never fail to orgasm.” I felt heat rise to my face, because he wasn’t lying. No matter how cruel he was, no matter all the demeaning words he tried to use to humiliate me, I still ended up enjoying sex with my husband and coming every single time, “Th-that’s not what I’m s-saying at-“ “Your damn stammering is pissing me off. You are so pathetic that you can’t even face me and speak.” He said with derision, “How did I end up with such a useless woman.”

“I’ll suck you so deep. I’ll let you fuck my throat raw. I need you inside me.” He pushed my hands away with a tired laugh that stung. “Look at you. Pathetic and desperate. Your pussy used to grip me like a vice. Now after two kids it’s just loose and sloppy. You’ve lost that charm, babe. Go fuck one of your toys like the neglected slut you’ve become.” The words hit like ice water, but shamefully, my pussy throbbed harder at the humiliation. Tears pricked my eyes as I stayed on my knees. “I’m still your wife… I still crave you.”

he asks, acting offended. I drop my head to hide my smile. Oh, this guy is something else. “Your kids are bastards. One of your other wives can bring them up. I’ve had enough. I’m going back to prostitution.” “Just don’t give anyone anal. You know that asshole is mine.” He scowls, acting serious. I widen my eyes at him. He did not just say that out loud. “Oh my God,” the lady behind us whispers. “Shh,” her husband hisses.