Sex Slave Wife Stories Novels & Stories

“I’m not your sweet little wife anymore. I’m a slut for black cock.” Kellan gripped her hips and drove into her, his cock disappearing inside her over and over. Marina threw her head back and screamed, bouncing faster, her pussy swallowing him whole. And I sat there, my face only inches away, forced to watch my wife give herself to them completely.

I flinched when a kiss landed on my shoulder. “Sab…” I squeezed my eyes shut as his kisses trailed up to my neck. I clenched my fists when his warm breath brushed against my ear. “I gave you everything, yet you fucked some other men?” I opened my eyes at what he said. Did this man think I was the Sabrina he knew? I was about to turn and speak, but his hands gripped both my arms tightly, stopping me. “W-wait—” “Don’t fucking talk. I don’t wanna hear it.” He roughly grabbed my chest, kneading it harshly. “You’re my fucking sex slave tonight, Sab. Nothing more.”

She knew, she was aware that he had known too. “Now, my dear wife, tell me why you allowed another woman to shove her tongue into your face and down your throat.” Noah asked, laughter bubbling out of his throat like a maniacal being. “It was only about three times that I remember.” Natalia said. “And we were drunk. I-it does not compare to what you did to me.” “Double standards, then? Is that what we are going to live by today?” Noah asked.

"Winona, you likely don't even know who the father of that child in your womb is, do you? You want to turn me into a cuckold? Dream on. Now, let go!" Winona seemed to have lost all her confidence when she heard that. She grabbed his sleeves and pleaded, "Harold, I was drunk. I know nothing. When I woke up, they were all standing next to me. They even threatened me with the video. I had no choice. Please help me!" Harold continued to mock her, speaking louder this time. "Winona, you must be out of your mind with all the drugs you took! You dug your own grave, so resolve it by yourself. I have nothing to do with a wanton woman like you. Stay away from me."

Sam asked again. "No, not in any of the ones I read." "Fantasy is right," Sam laughed. "I'm sure there are some men out there who won't mind sharing a woman they love, but none of the men in my experience would ever fit that description. I've shared Marcia two and a half times with other men. One was kind of a hall pass experience which she earned by sharing me with a model on my hall pass list, and the other person who came with her. The other one was a former police partner who was dying so I had no expectation he would ever become competition for her love. Both of them bothered the hell out of me. And you've let your wife have sex with eight other men? No wonder you don't want her to be a

I think we were both becoming boring. I started watching p**n on the nights that my husband was out of town, after putting the baby to sleep. I watched every type of p**n I could find, but my favorites were wives getting knocked up by strangers. I also found erotic story websites and couldn't keep out of the slut and hot wife sections. I found that after living the life that these stories portrayed, I would get very wet and have to go to my room and take care of myself. After a while, the videos began occupying my dreams. One morning I woke up after a crazy sexy dream and texted my husband.

He would take out his cock and start playing with it, "And the next thing you know Tony will have talked your wife into helping the poor guy out. Jeff will walk over and your wife will start sucking his dick while Tony fucks her. Once she gets started there's no stopping. Tomorrow or the next day it will be two friends and the next day three and finally six or seven. In three years, and with over thirty women, I've only seen one get up and leave when Jeff walks in and I've never seen one not come back when they move up to three. Are you sure you are ready for your wife to become a whore for black cock?" I shrugged, "Her choice" I said. One the bed Tony was getting his cock sucked and as soon

I'm Joyce, a 42-year-old housewife, and I have a secret. No, I'm not having an affair or embezzling money from my husband's company. My secret is that I'm a hotwife. I love fucking strangers. The thrill of the unknown, the excitement of the forbidden, it sets my pussy on fire like nothing else. It all started a few years ago. My husband, Mark, and I had been married for over a decade, and our sex life had become routine. We'd fuck on weekends, missionary style, with the lights off. It was functional, but it wasn't exciting. I craved more.

“As to what they want with you, it’s pretty clear by now.” I shook my head, feeling overwhelmed. “In this business, women are treated nothing more than slaves, if I am being blunt, then I’d use the term sex slaves. You’re with them because they enjoy you, not because they are in love with you or something. You’re there for their pleasure and wife is just a term they gave you on a whim. When you’re useless, then toss you around. Even going to the extent of selling you to the next highest bidder. Just like your father did.”

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.