Slut Wives Stories Novels & Stories

"She's not just an ex-wife, she's a living saint! I heard she paid off all of the debt for him." "Marcus is about to have it made. Living off a woman is still a skill." I did not move. I merely looked down at my worn-out sneakers with the soles coming apart. "Excuse me, I've got deliveries to make," I said, my voice coming out hoarse. The veins on the back of my hand bulged as I gripped the handlebars. There was no way Shirley missed me. She probably just wanted to see if I was dead yet. Back in court, when she sobbed and testified that I embezzled company funds to support a boy toy, she had worn that same expression.

"I was younger, and I blamed myself for working so hard. I actually apologized to her. I begged her to try again, and I gave her a second chance. I spent the next six months trying to be the perfect husband, cutting back my hours at the shop, trying to make up for a mistake I didn't even commit. But a zebra doesn't change its stripes. Six months later, I walked in and caught them together a second time. That was the moment I knew it was permanently over. Eli packed my tools, and we left the city." A sudden, sharp laugh escapes my lips before I can even stop myself. Caleb blinks, looking over at me with a raised eyebrow, surprised by my laughter. "I'm sorry," I say quickly, pressing a hand to

“I don't know what to say.” “Don't say anything,” I told him, then winked. “I'm going to be a slut for you right now. Don't spoil everything by talking.” “You're willing to be MY SLUT? You'll do everything I tell you to do? EVERYTHING?” he asked, still not moving. “You're willing to do everything I asked of my late wife? She was a willing slut, too, and I took every advantage of that fact while she was here.” He looked at me again. “Your first act as my willing slut will be to give me your cherry asshole.”

They warned us to be ready for an initiation when we meet the other couples. We swing a little, but it isn't our lifestyle. This has turned my sweet little Tabbi in to a Hot and sometimes Slut Wife who wants extra sex now and then. Most of my friends fuck my wife. Believe it or not this actually keeps her very sexually active with me as well. We have a very spicy sex life to our satisfaction.

I literally pity her. I take my slut of a wife home, disappointed that I can't bang that pretty little body of hers. If you are asking me why I am calling her slut, then I will tell you a short story about my little wife. My younger brother was in love with her. They were in a relationship for about one and half years. Then, he found her kissing a college student. He got disappointed and killed himself because my brother loved this slut. But what did she do? Cheat on him... I am disgusted with her personality. I know the letter I wrote and left for her was fitting her description very much.

With a dictionary in one hand, and the Kama Sutra in the other he just answered any, and every question I wanted to ask about sex. I learned from the dictionary that a slut was a dirty, slovenly, slattern woman. That a whore was a harlot/prostitute. That a bitch was a female canine. And from the Kama Sutra I learned that a wife could be all of these, and still be a lady, and so much more. When the question and answer period ended, I knew then that women had been literally getting the shaft since time began, and had one last question to ask. “What’s the real difference between a man, and a woman, daddy?”

She went on, "So I'm watching the movie and rubbing my clit and dipping my finger in and out of my pussy. There's two college kids that the voyeur hubby had brought home to fuck his wife, and he's sitting there stroking his dick while they have her on her hands and knees with a stiff young cock hammering in and out of her cunt and another one fucking her mouth. "I was getting a good head of steam behind my orgasm when the phone rang and I made the mistake of answering it. It was Judy, and I wasn't able to get away from her before I needed to get ready to go out. So, rather than being relaxed all night, I had a gallon of hot pussy-juice built up inside me, dying to get out, and the vision in

“It’s about time. He needs to be kept on a tight leash, so he knows his place. Who does he think he is?” “Krystal wears the pants in the house. She built the business from scratch and grew the empire to what it is today. What’s wrong with having a couple of flings on the side? Instead of keeping the issue behind closed doors, he rocked up here and confronted her over the issue.” Amid the scuffle, I was kicked to the ground. Then came a bottle of wine, emptied onto me. “It’s only right to chill him out a bit.” Bottle after bottle of red wine was poured over my head, and I was utterly drenched and humiliated.

She couldn’t help but wonder how many unspoken histories were buried in this family — and how many were about to surface. The castle grew taller, Rachel squealing each time the tide kissed the base. To passersby, they looked like a picture-perfect family sharing a simple joy. But under the hum of the waves, the truth pressed heavy — one man’s longing, one woman’s refusal, and a child unknowingly stitching them together in ways neither could escape. The waves had begun to calm, rolling gently as if the ocean itself wanted to listen. Francesca spread out the cooler’s contents onto the mat — fried rice, grilled chicken wings, plantain, and bottles of malt sweating in the sun.

Emma froze for a moment, her eyes filling with pure despair. "Now, your wish has come true. You are indeed on your knees. But I don't give a damn anymore." I straightened my tie and turned to walk toward the venue hall. "Ms. Sutton, please have this irrelevant person removed. I don't want to see her at any medical events in the future." "As you wish, Dr. Cooper." Emma's heart-wrenching cries and the sounds of her struggling as she was dragged away echoed behind me. "Michael, how can you be so cruel? I'm your wife! We've been together for seven years!"