Husband Spanks Me Novels & Stories

“Shut the fuck up and take it. This married cunt belongs to your stepbrother now.” He fucked me like he hated me — hard, deep, merciless strokes that made my tits bounce violently. The wet, obscene slapping of his balls against my clit filled the room. “You’re nothing but a set of holes for me,” he snarled, spanking my ass red. “Your husband thinks he married a pure, innocent girl. He has no idea I already turned his wife into my personal cumdump.” Tears streamed down my face from the intensity, but my pussy was gushing around him.

He pulled me over to his side and had me on my knees in his garage within seconds. “Suck it,” he ordered. “Clean your neighbor’s married cock.” I took him deep, tasting both of us. He fucked my face gently at first, then harder, holding my head as he used my throat. “Good girl,” he groaned. “Such a perfect little cocksucker.” He pulled me up, bent me over his workbench, and slammed back inside me. “Tell me how much you love this,” he demanded, spanking me. “I love it,” I moaned. “I love getting fucked by my married neighbor while his wife sleeps upstairs.”

I pouted and glared at him. "Now look what you've done," he exclaimed. "You're such a tease sometimes. I should have given you a smack for that." I stuck out my tongue at him. "Okay okay fine you win. Now please give me a punishment." He laughed heartily and spank me harder than before. I gasped and shrugged, waiting for him to do it again. I never thought a spank would be this much turn-on for me. After a few more spanks, he finally entered his dick inside me with one force.

During a visit to my in-laws with my husband, Simon Sader, my mother-in-law, Tiffany Moran, stealthily tugged me into the kitchen, where she asked if I had been taking supplements regularly lately. I forced an awkward smile, allowing her to rake her gaze across me. Tiffany sighed loudly. "Then, why aren't you pregnant yet?" Whenever she pestered me about having a baby, I would simply tell her that I had difficulty getting pregnant. The truth, however, was that Simon was asexual. The most intimate thing we had ever done in our ten years of marriage was kiss.

I moaned. Another spank. Harder this time. My pussy throbbed with every slap. “You will count them,” he said. “One… Two… Three…” I moaned as he spanked me again and again. My ass was getting hot and red. By the tenth spank, I was pushing my ass back, begging for more without words. Uncle Ken stopped and rubbed my sore cheeks gently. His fingers slipped under my thong and pulled it to the side. He touched my wet pussy lips lightly, spreading my juices.

“Wouldn’t want your husband waking up to see his new wife getting destroyed by his best man on their wedding night.” He railed me mercilessly. Deep, brutal strokes that made my tits bounce and my knees buckle. One hand reached around to rub my clit roughly while the other squeezed my breast, pinching the nipple hard. Every thrust pushed Daniel’s cum out of me, mixing with Elias’s as it ran down my thighs. “Elias—fuck—too deep—” I gasped, pushing back anyway. “You love it,” he snarled, spanking my ass hard. “Love being a dirty little slut for your stepbrother while your husband sleeps ten feet away.”

“Wanted to claim my partner’s wife. Wanted to bend you over and fuck you like the neglected little slut you are.” His words were filthy and degrading, but they only made me wetter. The excitement of fucking my husband’s business partner was intoxicating. Every time he pulled back, I felt an empty ache that made me push back desperately, wanting him deeper, harder, faster. Ryan spanked my ass hard. The sharp sting made me cry out against his hand. “You like being fucked by me, don’t you?” he taunted, spanking me again. “Say it.” I moaned incoherently against his palm, nodding frantically.

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.

The two of them continues to laugh, leaving me in to try and breathe properly even though my patience has reached its limit. ''Imagine her screaming my name as I fuck her deep and hard or how she would cry out for me to go faster and faster just so that she can feel the fucking pleasure,'' He continues as he leans closer and closer towards my face. ''Then, I'd shove her face down onto the fucking bed just to spank her hard so that she wouldn't be able to sit properly the next day. Man, your wife is giving me all these fucking urges.'' He chuckles. Just like that, my patience has somehow gone off the roof as I push myself away from the man's grasps before punching straight onto his face; cont

He lets me have this. Lets me own this. For only a second longer, and then... he snaps. He wraps his arms around my waist and shifts his hips upward, thrusting into me from below with a force that steals the breath from my lungs. "Nikolai—" I gasp, gripping his shoulders as pleasure shoots through me like lightning. My husband spanks my ass, nips at my throat and then proceeds to bounce me on his cock, squeezing my hips to angle my body just the way he wants me.