Slut Wives Stories Novels & Stories

“She’s nothing but a filthy little slut! A home-wrecking shoerag! Do you even understand what kind of problem you caused for my husband ? You ruined our reputation!” Aurora was completely taken aback “What…?” "What are you talking about?” she said “I’ve only been with two men my entire life. I don’t even know who the hell your husband is. You need to calm down or I will call the police.” "CALL THEM!” the woman screamed hysterically“Call the police! Call the media too while you’re at it! Let everyone see what kind of shameless woman you are! Seducing married men then pretending to be innocent!”

She quickly turn her head towards them as she watch she is not ready to receive any maltreatment or beating from him. "Baby I am going to make you cum" the slut said as she bend down and put his hold his d*ck with her hand playing with it slowly. Handy hold her tight on her ass and he squeeze it roughly as he slot in his d*ck inside her pu**y as she started riding him while he moan in pleasure his eyes fixed on Kaira as she watch the slut f*ck her husband in their matrimonial bed a wicked smile on the side of his lips.

My eyes drifted over her bare pu**y, up her fit belly, to her mountainous, jutting bre*sts, before I met her smiling face. "Callum, we are together now, whether you like it or not. I am your slut now. We have gone too far to go back. The only choice you have, if you want to be able to keep working this job, and to keep going home to that sweet, pretty girlfriend who loves you... is to make me your slut, permanently. You have already f*cked me, baby, and that is not going to stop. It cannot stop. It feels too f*cking good to stop now. That was the best sex of my life... who would have thought I would get that from you? You are like me now... you need sex constantly. You cannot walk away from

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.

My blood immediately rose to my head when I saw who was at the door. I went to her and slap her. “What did you do to my husband!!!” I shouted at her. I slap her again. “What do you really want?!!” The people there immediately stopped us. James held me while Alex held Jana. "I'm sorry." She whispered. "Sorry?!!! Will my husband be healed by your sorry?!!!” I shouted. "What are you going to do in Tagaytay huh?!!! Tell me!!!!" I ask her angrily.

The chicken hopped around for a moment before dropping a steaming pile of poop onto my custom-made designer couch. Then it took off racing around the living room, scattering feathers and dust everywhere. That was the last straw. I pointed at the two women, my voice shaking with rage. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Get out!" Martha Wilson showed no sign of remorse. Instead, she planted her hands on her hips, spat on the floor in my direction, and sneered. "Shut your mouth, you bitch. From now on, we're Ryan's first and second wives. And you think you can throw us out?"

“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.

My wife is pregnant, and I'm a little worried. Before bed, I scroll through a parenting forum and come across an anonymous post. "My husband won't let me have my male best friend's baby. Is this a serious violation of my reproductive rights?" The poster pours her heart out, each line of the post dripping with self-pity. "My doctor said my progesterone levels are low, my her HCG levels aren't doubling as expected, and the gestational sac is implanted close to the scar tissue from my last surgery. If the pregnancy continues, it could cause massive bleeding and put my life at risk. "That's why my husband refuses to let me continue the pregnancy. But he doesn't understand. This baby is the

He shot me a hard glare, and I nodded. "Then tell me, what do you call a woman who sleeps with a man that’s not her boyfriend or husband, but her sister’s husband… and her boss too? And when she’s drunk, she ends up in bed with her ex, the same ex she swore she hated. What do you call that, Ava? I’m waiting. Give me an answer." "Stop it, please." Bile rose to my throat as I pleaded. "Oh, I won't, until you admit it. Ava. Admit that you're a tiny little slut."

I tried to stay strong in front of her. “Oh yes! I know damn well! If it weren’t for your pregnancy, he wouldn’t have married you! Just because of that baby! You think he’ll love that child?? No! Who do you think you are? You’re just some slut he got from a cheap bar—” I slapped her hard. My hands shook and tears flowed from my rage. “You may belittle me all you want… but don’t you dare involve my child!” I growled. “Sure, maybe I was reckless before! But compared to you… I’m way better.”