Husband Spanking Wife Novels & Stories

I chuckled coldly and replied, "Even if I have lost my mind, I was driven to it by you two adulterers. Anna, are you so eager to have me thrown out because you're feeling guilty?" Hearing this, she just stared at me for a long moment before suddenly letting out a light laugh. Then, she took the microphone from the emcee and spoke loudly to the audience below the stage. "I'm sorry, everyone, this is my husband. He has developed a severe case of delusional disorder due to the thesis plagiarism incident. Mr. Tanner is aware of his condition, which is why he was suspended and sent home to rest." Mr. Tanner immediately chimed in, "That's right. I've seen Mr. Huffman's medical records. It's clear

Not brutal, but hurting and pleasing. I yelp, another moan. Another smack. “This is for running away.” I twist my head to glare at him. “I ran because you’re a monster.” Then another Smack. “Monster? I’m your husband now. Act like it.” “Go to hell.” I say. He spanks again, harder, then soothes with a rub. He’s in between my widely opened legs and I feel him position himself, ready. “Fuck you,” I say, the bond pulling me unde as I crave this feeling.

He pounded into me non-stop, tirelessly fucking his wife like an award waited afterwards. “Give me that pussy, baby..” he purred, spanking my ass every four strokes and grabbing my butt. “Bounce that ass back, baby..” His words alone were an aphrodisiac, so I pushed back on his cock, and he growled excitedly. “Oh fuck your dick.. Yes, Ikkohafina, just like that!” he praised because I was hitting that cock hard now. “Hmmm, baby..” I moaned, because he was so hard and it only increased the pleasure.

He pulled out suddenly, breathing hard. “Up,” he said. He led me to the padded bench, bent me over it, and secured my wrists in soft leather cuffs. My ass was raised, completely exposed. He spread my legs wider, then stepped back to admire me. “Beautiful,” he murmured. He ran his hand over my ass, then spanked me sharply. I gasped at the sting, my pussy clenching. “You like that?” he asked, spanking me again, harder. “Your husband’s rival spanking your pretty ass while you drip for him.”

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.

Again he could hear that hint of a barely there laugh. Cedric tugged her body over his and cupped her bottom, clenching one cheek. "If we're speaking of punishments, my lovely wife, then I'll be happy to dole out spankings when required." He swatted her bottom and he knew by the hiss that escaped her that there would be a fresh pool of heat between her legs. "How dare you!" she chastised, but he lifted her hips up and impaled her on his newly hardened erection.

He whispered. "I don't want to" she whispered back. "But you are in good mood today. I'll be gentle so we can't make noise. Please I need to..." He slowly moves his arms around her for a hug. But she slapped his arm "I'm not in the mood" "This is the first time you rejected me..." He took a deep breath. He is actually so frustrated because he can't remove Sarah's moaning earlier and the fact it actually makes him hard... but his wife should not know about this.

I could feel the bulge beneath my ribs growing with every smack he gave me. “What the hell is wrong with you?” standing up. My ass stings, and I’m sure it’s as red as a tomato. I stared at my husband. I was angry that he was spanking me. I wanted to show him I was annoyed with the spanking, but fuck, the man looks like he just stepped out of a magazine with his thick black hair that falls in his eyes, abs that make me want to run my fingers down, and those V muscles that lead to something I desperately want to feel inside me. Just looking at him makes me wet. Unknowingly, to me instead of fighting him for spanking me.

“You are not allowed to say her name in this room. I thought you knew that already. Just so you know, I thoroughly enjoyed causing discord between them. “Hafsa laughed like a maniac as she imagined the shocked face of the little witch. She was brought out of her sadistic mind by the sound of a slap that resonated in the room. She heard the sound before she felt the pain. The shock on her face was like no other. This was the first time her husband had slapped her and for what? A witch! She stood up with one hand on her reddening cheek and the other on her waist.” You slapped me for a whore’s …” before she completed her sentence another heavy blow landed on her other cheek. “She was never a wh

I spanked her four times. "Where?” "Plant under my window.” "Good girl. Now count to ten,” I said as I spanked her continuously. " Seven” she moaned, grinding her pussy against my thigh. "Ten,’’ she said finally. I rub my hands over her ass and then slide down to her soaking pussy. So my wife gets off on pain, huh. I rub her clit gently then sink a finger inside her.