My Wife Feminized Me Novels & Stories

Mark said. Sharon was behind Mark, smiling. She was very happy that Ava and her brother were finally out of the way for her and her daughter. They are the only ones that can inherit the fortune of the Addams family. 'look Catherine, I have reclaimed what is rightfully mine and am now the madam and the only wife to Mark Addams and now your daughter and son is no more among the Addams family and there is nothing you can do about it' Sharon sneered and laughed evilly before she proceeded to talk to Mark. "How can I calm down? Clara is in the hospital fighting for her life because of that unfilial child and you expect me to calm down!" Mark said.

Sebastian Vance stared at the flickering television screen, entranced by the image of Luna, his former wife, beaming with a fire that had long been extinguished in their shared life. The news anchor spoke of her recent success, a tribute to her resilience that only fueled the dark remnants of his obsession. He could feel the familiar burn in his chest of anger, jealousy, and an insatiable hunger to reclaim the control he once had.

"Quinn, aren't you afraid your husband will lose it if he ever finds out the truth?" One of the women let out a sharp laugh. The tip of her cigarette glowed between her fingers, flaring in the dim hospital corridor. "Lose it? Please. He was born craving women. That night, I didn't even drug him, and he still managed to get what he wanted. He should be thanking me." Quinn Rowan exhaled lazily, voice thick with contempt. "He had his fun all night, and I got exactly what I needed. I'd say that makes us even."

I hoisted myself up with my other hand and in one hard fast thrust forward, I drove my 9” cock deep inside that sweet little maid. “Aye,” my wife moaned out as I started forcing even more of my cock inside her tight “cunt.” For the next five minutes, I did not see Liz, I saw Mary and that cute little black and white dress. “Oh fuck Basey ….fuck Mary….oh shit, fuck.” My wife’s speech did not help with reality; the fact was, I think she was as much Mary at that moment as I wanted her to be.

"I know, you feel disgusted when he touches you. Sorry for ruining the mood. I'll stop talking about him. Let's go to the window. Raise your leg higher..." This was the wife I had shared a bed with for three years. She locked me in a 120-degree warm room to torture me, then committed adultery with her own brother-in-law in broad daylight. She told me she wanted to put romance aside, but she then bloomed freely in the arms of another man. I smiled bitterly, tears streaming down my face. The phone couldn't withstand the high temperature and shut down by itself, and the video call ended. However, their voices still lingered in my mind.

I supervised their families in person, I put aphrodisiacs in their meals, and I didn't even mind if they had sex in front of me. Hale wasn't an idiot. After I took my second aphrodisiac, he asked me why I did it. Yes, he was questioning. It was the first time he spoke to me out loud. It looked like Brooklyn made a big difference to him. The fact that my son was changed by a woman who had been married to him for less than a year, was like having a stolen dog. I told you the truth. "Why do you think a beta married Brooklyn and became an alpha? Because I changed her life and switched her pheromones! You're a loser! Don't expect a toad to eat a swan! Do as I bid you at once!"

But hearing his low, hoarse moans made my body vibrate. It didn't take long and I came again, and he also came hard inside me. His body collapsed on top of me, tired, sweaty, and panting. His penis was still inside me, even though I didn't want to, my vagina was contracting at a rate that gradually decreased. “Now you are a complete woman, Luz,” he says in a tender voice, kissing my chin. “I pronounce you, my wife.”

Our marriage was on the skids until my wife role-played her fantasy of being my Dominatrix My wife, Freya , and I had been married nearly ten years. We had been happy, our sex life had been good, and finances secure. But lately, the spark was gone. It used to be that when we had sex, it was exuberant, frenetic, sweaty, fuck-till-you-drop raunchy humping. Now, the sex was routine. It was the same thing every time, over and over. Nothing was new and it wasn’t exciting anymore.

“When I was just a newlywed,” my sister went on. “My husband tried to mold me into his perfect toy and cut off my voice, but I showed him that just because he has a rod between his legs, that doesn't mean he can do whatever he wants.” “So what did you do?”

"Mom, Dad, it was Caleb who cured my Sexual Arousal Disorder. We have to be grateful and repay him for his help! Don't listen to Xander! "Besides, Caleb said he doesn't need to be my husband, he just wants to give me a child, so as long as Xander can be a little generous, our family will have a child. "I never wanted to divorce Xander. He's just petty. You have to help me persuade him!" Wendy's twisted logic slowly made Andy and Mary feel conflicted. Clang! Andy's golf club fell to the floor. The old man in his seventies clenched his teeth and stomped his feet in frustration.