Sex Slave Wife Stories Novels & Stories

A sound that made my blood run cold. A woman's laugh. Breathy. Intimate. Then Adrian's voice: "Shh. She's probably still asleep." No. No, he wouldn't. Not here. Not in our apartment. But I already knew he would. Because I'd seen this before. In my first life, in a different place, but the same scene. The same betrayal. I stood slowly, silently. Crept to the balcony door, which I'd left cracked open. And looked inside. They were in the living room. Maribel was bent over the arm of the couch, her leggings pulled down to her thighs. Adrian was behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other squeezing her breast, his face twisted in pleasure.

"No way? Look at it yourself! The videos are all over the internet! The company's stock is plummeting because of you!" A chill ran down my spine as the same footage from my previous life played before my eyes. The comments were just as vicious. "Look at this CEO's wife go, screwing seven men at once. She's young and wild, alright." "There must be a reason she was so thirsty. Maybe her husband couldn't get it up?" "Judging from her loud moans, it doesn't look like seven men was enough to satisfy her. I can do better than them. I'll give it to her so good that she'll roll her eyes and can't even make a sound."

But, after some hesitation, they warned me that next time I looked for a wife, I absolutely had to check whether her parents were sane. For instance, Victor's daughter was a promising candidate. She was around 30 years old, unmarried, and very capable. I just smiled and said nothing. After taking care of everything, I said goodbye to my parents and took off. The past few years of marriage had walled me in. Now, I wanted to see the vast, open world. When Monica eventually returned home, the greedy elders still hadn't given up. They kept shoving their own people around her to serve her, hoping to profit somehow.

CHAPTER 1: MAKING HIS MISTRESS MY WHORE Let me tell you how I became the woman who fucked both my husband and his mistress in the same night. Spoiler: I made them both beg. And not the cute, whiny little begs. I’m talking gut-deep, snot-and-tears, soul-selling begs. The kind where they’d lick the sweat from my ass to get another taste of my pussy. This isn’t a story about a broken heart. It’s about a fucking awakening. His cheating was the invitation I needed to explore... well, my true fantasies. Not the vanilla bullshit he’d so often subjected our marriage to.

And this was the same woman who claimed she was frigid. But what hit me like a sledgehammer was the casual conversation her best friends were having. "A shame she has to terminate it. She'd be stoked if it were Zach's!" "She thought her simp of a husband really got the vasectomy. The moment she found out she was pregnant, she bought out ten years' worth of mother-and-baby products from the mall." "And she even booked family photos all the way up to the next ten years." "Who would've thought her idiot husband still had a trick up his sleeve?"

Sarah responded, evidently intrigued. Frustration welled within me as Sarah seemed oblivious to the lure of the strippers. Another woman with the same accent elaborated, "Indeed! My husband, bless his soul, is weirdo, and has a small dick! In our job, sex is different. You'll feel different kinds of dick—small dick, big dick, ordinary dick, a dick that didn't sleep, a macho dick—every kind!" I was utterly dumbfounded. I never imagined women discussing such intimate matters so openly, and what on earth did she mean by "dick that didn't sleep"?

He was doing things with other woman, doing things we had never done together, but mostly because I was too uptight to try the raunchy stuff he always suggested, I was far too innocent to do all that. I shut it off, clicking on the next video and it was Marty again fucking another in a hotel room – I shut the laptop off instantly in anger. I didn't think I could go over the almost 400 videos of my husband having sex with other woman – four hundred different woman – who was this man? Who the bloody hell did I get married to? “Bastard” I yelled angrily “Lying cheating scumbag of a man” How the hell did my day end up like this? I quit my job and then I find out my husband has a sex problem.

"Had you ever had sex with women before you became slaves?" "Julia and I never had sex with other women before our slavery. Rhonda is a lesbian who never had sex with a man before hers," Lisa responded. "Now we have sex with whoever our Dominant allows. As sex slaves, we are highly sexed creatures who crave sexual gratification. We're happy to receive it from whatever source we may. In Julia's case, it's not just sex. We're married in all but name. It's also an emotional connection, which we're beginning to share with Rhonda as well, since she's chosen to join our group."

From Tasha's line of sight, it looked exactly like I was threatening Owen with a knife. Owen suddenly leaned in close and let out a few sinister, low laughs. "Don't be in such a hurry. I've also prepared a big surprise for you." As soon as he finished speaking, a swarm of reporters suddenly burst out from downstairs. They pointed their cameras and microphones at me. "Dr. Miller, is it true that before you married Ms. Snyder, you concealed the fact that you had been raped by other men?" "Dr. Miller, is Ms. Snyder's years-long inability to have a child the result of lingering complications from what happened to you during the abduction case?"