I Spank My Husband Novels & Stories

“I don’t understand.” I let out a small mocking laugh. “You didn’t really notice, did you? I’m mother of two kids and of course they didn’t come to me from the sky.” He laughed. “I know he didn’t pleasure you well. I intend to do so and I’d make sure of it.” How can he say that to me? “He pleasured me like no one else and I don’t think you have that feral side to make me feel that way. Believe it or not, I enjoy doing it with him more than you think I do.” I said now in a hoarse voice. As soon as I finished my sentence he slapped me. Did I say something wrong? I don’t think I did but my mouth started to bleed. “How can you talk ill in front of your husband about some other man?” He said clen

It looked so much bigger than my husband’s, thicker around the middle with a slight upward curve that made my mouth water and my pussy flutter again. “Look at this married pussy dripping for me,” he said, voice rough as gravel. He gripped the base of his cock and slapped the heavy head right against my swollen clit a few times, making wet smacking sounds. Each slap sent sparks shooting up my spine. “So fucking pretty and pink. Your husband really leaves a tight young thing like you alone for a whole month? Stupid bastard.” I should have told him to stop. I should have covered myself and sent him away. Instead I reached down with both hands and spread my pussy lips wider for him, showing him

She shouted as her patience ran out and pain became unbearable but I held her hands pinned behind her back as I kept spanking it harder and harder. "What did you think? We are husband and wife now so I won't punish you for defying me and will make love to you? You're so wrong babes because you made one hell of a mistake by running away " I told her as i kept spanking her ass more barbarously until it turned bleeding red.

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

“You wouldn’t put me down! You’ve hit me plenty of times—so what if I hit you twice?” His eyes darkened, sharp with a dangerously calm fury. He gripped my jaw, his fingers rough but not painful. “Spanking,” he said slowly, mockery dripping from every syllable, “is a form of sexual suggestion. Is this how you plan to handle our divorce?” My breath caught. Sexual? My cheeks flamed. “That’s ridiculous!” I protested. “You started it! You were spanking me for years—since I was fifteen! How is it discipline when you do it, but something else when I do?”

“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.

He pushed her legs wide and slammed into her in one deep thrust, both of them groaning. “Shit— so tight,” he growled, starting to pound her hard on the lounge chair. “This married pussy feels incredible. Your husband probably fucks you once a month… I’m going to fuck you every day he’s gone.” He railed her relentlessly, the lounge chair creaking beneath them. He sucked hard on her breasts, biting her nipples while he thrust deep. “Tell me how much better my cock is than your husband’s,” he demanded, spanking her thigh.

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 pulled two of his buttons, then shoved my hands on his chest. His lips tasted divine, but I guess he didn’t find mine as alluring. He pulled away immediately, then pulled me by my knees so I was suspended on his shoulders, then he spanked my ass. “Don’t do that in public,” he spanked me again as he took me out of the bar and then into a car. All throughout the car ride, I laid on his thighs, saying everything that came to mind. “I miss mom; what if that prick of a husband does something to her again?” I said.

“Or harder?” “Harder,” I pleaded. “Fuck me like you hate me." You’re such a filthy slut for me,” he growled, spanking my ass hard enough to leave a mark. “Begging your daddy-in-law to pound this pussy. What would your husband say if he knew?” The thought sent a thrill through me, but I was too lost in pleasure to care. “He’d… oh fuck… he’d be jealous. Because you fuck me so much better.” “That’s right,” he agreed, his pace merciless. "Take it all. I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk straight, until every time you sit down, you remember who owns this pussy.”