Slut Wives Stories Novels & Stories

My fists were clenched into the bedding, and the room was silent except for my anguished cries and the soft rustle of the bed sheet. Still in tears, I reached out blindly for my phone. My fingers trembled as I typed very fast into the keyboard. Lysander Slade. I was shaking so much when the search results loaded. I just pray it wasn't the same man. 'Three wives married by a man, all die after the wedding night.' ‘For the past five years, he is rumored to have married three wives with each of them passing away after their marriage night. Their deaths are still a mystery to all.’

“You are one hot little bitch. I’ll hand it to Damien. He knew what he was doing when he took you in. You like being his little slut?” “Yes, sir. I do. I like being a slut, period.” “And have you been a good one? Fucked many men?” “Yes, sir. I have. Damien saw to that.” And then she told him some of what they had forced her to do, her cunt burning with hunger with each story. Walt stood there, listening to every word, as she recited her raunchy tales, and she blushed as she shared them, hearing how much of a hot little slut they had turned her into. And she loved every minute of it.

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.

I remarked. "Thats something they have in common then." I raised a questioning brow. "What do you mean?" He hesitates for a bit then speaks up. "Well, you would have found out sooner or later anyway," he paused. "Paul tells this story to everyone because he thinks it's hilarious. You see, he had three wives–" "Definitely unlucky in love," I interrupted, cutting him off. He chuckled. "That's not the unlucky part. Paul's first wife ran off with a stripper. They met at her best friends bachelorette party and instantly fell in love."

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.

’ I tell myself mentally. “I don't… “If that's what you're going to say, let me confess something to you, with that sad story, many sluts have tried to cause problems in happy marriages. So, if you're going to say the same thing, I'll hang up. I don't want to hear such a cliched and annoying story when we have trivial things to do.” says Annia. “Don't give it any importance and hang up, Annia.” says Lake and I swallow hard, feeling bad for what he has said.