Husband Spanked By Wife Novels & Stories

The desk shook with every brutal stroke. Lila cried out in pleasure, pushing her ass back to meet him. “Harder!” she moaned. “Fuck me like my husband never could!” Noah railed her mercilessly, one hand fisting her hair while the other spanked her ass red. “Your husband pays me to work here,” he growled, spanking her again. “And now I’m fucking his beautiful young wife on his own desk. How does that feel, Mrs. Whitaker?” “So good!” she sobbed, legs shaking. “I’m such a bad wife… Don’t stop… Fill me with your cum!”

The three of them went into another world for a couple of minutes as both guys fucked my wife as if their lives depended on it, with Sandra seemingly enjoying every second. “Is that good baby?” Desi grunted, then he spanked her ass– ‘crack’, “do you like it rough?” ‘Crack’ another smack on the other cheek, “I bet you’ve dreamed of getting fucked like this for years?” ‘Crack.’ “Haven’t you?” ‘Crack’, the spanking was getting louder and her cheeks were turning red. Sandra’s breathing was getting shorter and her eyes were nearly popping out of her head as she energetically sucked Kez’s dick while Desi fucked and spanked her.

"Dear??? Get the fuck away from my wife!" He lunged across to hit the guy, but the second masked guy was faster, slamming him back down like he weighed nothing. The guy slammed on top of him, his chest to the husband's back. "Stay still, hubby," the guy growled, rubbing his denim-covered cock on the husband's fleshy ass. I sat there, mouth dry, cock thickening in my shorts. This was what my supposed innocent, sweet wife watched? The same woman who still covered her eyes when I ate her cunt out. Had she always wanted to be fucked by masked strangers?

He fisted her hair, pulling her head back so she had to look at the mirror across from the bed. “Look at yourself,” he growled, spanking her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. “Look at the neighbor fucking you raw in your husband’s bed.” “Ahhh… yes! Spank me again, fuckkk… I’m such a dirty wife!” Another hard slap landed, then another. Lisa’s pussy fluttered around him, gripping tighter with every thrust. He fucked her relentlessly through her first orgasm. She came hard, soaking his cock and the sheets, moaning shamelessly. But he didn’t slow down. He flipped her onto her back, pushed her legs wide and high, folding her in half as he drove even deeper.

Every word made her tighten around me. A small smile tugged at my lips. “My wife has a kink, I see.” Ian is going to love this side of her. So fucking much. I pulled out, my breath ragged. “Turn over.” She obeyed instantly, flipping onto her stomach, pulling her ass in the air. Her face pressed against the sheet, back arched perfectly for me. I spanked her ass hard. “My obedient little wife.” Fingers finding their way into her hole.

“I’m your dirty little married slut. Please destroy my pussy!” Silas slammed into me in one brutal thrust. I screamed. He was so thick, so deep, stretching me wider than Marcus ever could. The burn was intense and perfect. He didn’t ease me into it, he started fucking me hard immediately, pounding my pussy with deep, savage strokes while I faced my husband. “Fuuuuck, this married cunt is gripping me so tight,” Silas grunted, spanking my ass red as he railed me. “Your wife’s pussy is sucking my cock, Professor. She’s creaming all over me.”

On top of it, he had the gut to call me a slut when actually he was the only man who has ever touched me. I wasn't thinking straight when suddenly I slapped him so hard across his face. I wide my two eyes in shock immediately I did it, I was shaken by my new outburst, I dared slapped my husband again for the second time after our marriage. I don't know what I'm getting myself into but I think, that he deserves it.

I say his name with my voice, feeling his needs; I was ready for him to claim me. “On your knees, Mrs Kline, “ he ordered, and I knelt over the couch. He got behind me, squeezing my ass before a brutal slap landed on my bare skin. “ Hmm,” I moan, pushing back into his touch, “ More!” I begged him for something I had never done before, and Thane delivered once, twice, God, who knew I could be on the verge of cumming just by getting spanked. Sneaking a finger in my wet fold, he found my clit and circled it a few times. “My wife is wet and ready for me.”

How dare he refer to his wife as a slut? “I will not, tell me why I should? She's a slut, a dripping pussy slut and I had fucked her over and over until she passed out and her cunt was left with bruises and wounds that would last a month….” He was saying when Kabir punched his face. As if that was not enough, he kicked his belly hard and he spat out blood. He was hitting spanner and it was with great difficulty that the police officers were able to restrain him. Spanner didn't fight back hence Kabir was restrained with his hands cuffed to his back.

And again. "What do you want, Tart? Tell us." Selby's cock brushed her nose. "Your cock! I want you to fuck me." Again, he spanked her, and she fell forward into Selby's crotch, her face buried in his lap. She could feel tears in her eyes, but she wanted more. She couldn't believe what was happening. Another man spanked her in front of her husband, and she begged for it. "Please, fuck me. Please! Fuck me!"