Master's Untamed Wife Novels & Stories

She heard Master stand and glanced to the side to see if he was coming around to let Sam have his cock in her mouth, right where it was supposed to be. He didn't though, and she wondered where he had gone. Then she felt a pair of hands on her hips as she continued to lick and slurp as Amanda's orgasm worked through the young wife. Master was behind her, oddly enough. She felt him lift her up until she was kneeling, her face still buried in his wife's pussy, but her butt presented to him. She wondered what he was doing, but Amanda pulled on her hair again, and she looked up. The young wife's eyes were still rolled back in her head and she looked like she was having mild convulsions.

Master states, which surprises me. "She's my pet, and she will do what I say. If I want her to fuck all your men, she will. She signed the consent allowing me to have full control, for us to have full control. I haven't even started having fun with her yet, baby. I'm letting her adjust. Now be a good boy and fuck my pet." "You're lucky I love you, gorgeous." Master tells his wife before he slams his cock into me, "Holy fuck, she's tight!"

It was a very recent entry of Aaron and it was after a long period of the previous entry. 'Hie, after a long time I'm writing in it. I don't know how and why but my feelings towards my wife are intensifying. Oh, I'm sorry I didn't introduce her. Well her name is Shraddha Aaron Malhotra. She is an MBA gold medallist. She owns a café with her best friend. She is crazy. She is a prankster. She is childish yet mature. Yesterday she said I love you to someone. I know when we got married I was the one who said that we will not be husband-wife but will be friends. When I saw her hugging that stranger and telling him I love you, I was so angry. I felt possessive of her.

She took slow steps towards me, swaying her hips purposefully, eyes clouded in a sensual haze, holding mine. She stopped an inch away from me. Her manicured fingers found their way to my chest. She glided them down to the hem of my black wife-beater, sliding it in. Gradually grazing it over my abs to my chest, she tweaked my nipple. Her touch did nothing to me. All my cock wanted was another woman with more generous curves in her place. Tammy. She darted out her tongue, gliding it across her lips in a seductive manner to get my attention and I gave her what she wanted. I let my gaze wander down, a triumphant smile taking over her features.

Amidst plenty of porridge and cutlery, they were making a concerted effort to convince themselves that their master was using someone else's spoon. “Young Master's transformation following the wedding is astounding. I've been feeling uneasy and a lot of incredulity since I can see that he's eating with someone else's spoon." A servant murmured to another, who gave him a shoulder slap in return. "She is not someone else; she is his wife. Don't you think it's customary for a husband and wife to share food and cutlery? That's what our master is doing. However, I must admit that I did not anticipate this soon."

"Name it what you want. Sean would you like to fuck my wife?" "Sir?" He was surprised, and so was I. Granted Master had started allowing us to fuck other men again, but he was here and would be watching in person now, not looking at photos and videos afterward and he could fuck me himself, especially with Lisa off limits and Rhonda not particularly desirous of dick. "It's an easy question. Do you want to fuck my wife? You haven't cum since Wendy was trained in cock sucking, have you?" "No, Sir."

"You will only open your mouth to answer me and every answer better end with master. Do you understand me?" "Yes Master." I spun her over facing me. "Who are you Charlotte?" Her face scrunched up with confusion. "I don't understand the question Master." It had been a very ambiguous question I would admit. "Then I will ask another. Who is the master in this relationship?" Her eyes widened in surprise. "You are Master?" "That's right I am, and Who are you in this relationship?" "Your sister-slut wife Master." "What does that mean Slut?" "It means that I'm yours Master."

"It's meant to be. I don't need to be with anyone but you and Lisa; and I only want you and Lisa, but don't confuse want and need with desire and enjoyment. Don't expect I won't enjoy fucking anyone else. I will. You gained a slutty slave when you accepted my slavery; one who is always wet and will fuck or suck you at the drop of a hat with great gusto. But when you gained the delicious, slutty slave, you lost the sedate, faithful wife who would be aghast at fucking anyone outside my marriage. You need never fear as my Master, that I'll fuck anyone you don't give me to, but I'll enthusiastically, and with great enjoyment, fuck anyone you do give me to, accident or not. I can't be clearer tha

Or bothered to look. After riding it to top, I almost dropped her when getting out. The alcohol is really taking it's toll on me now. With some kind of force I make it to the master bedroom and manage to put her in bed. From today, I've made the decision that we will be staying in this room together. She's my wife and she must respect my wishes. After taking off my clothes and leaving my boxes on, I jump into bed with her, pulling her closer until I felt her bare ass rub my cock. She stirred up a little rubbing into me more and I started feeling my blood pressure raise. The feel of her round breasts in my hands only making it worse.

He looked at Wynn and said, “People call her the rose of Riverdale’s business circle. Anyone who tries to touch her will come back with thorns all over their bodies. Plus, she has a useless husband. He’s completely dependent on her.” A smirk flashed across Master Quaid’s face. His gaze on Wynn became even more lustful. He wanted a woman like this. He wanted to dominate her! Especially married women. They just felt different. Hehe, he did not expect Riverdale to have such an arrogant and frigid woman. Master Quaid drank his wine and said slowly, “Three minutes. I want to have all the information on this woman.” Houston smirked internally. He was right. A rich man like Master Quaid would defin