Novel & Cerita Slut Wives Stories

Hashtags like #NickEmotionallyAbusesWife, #TheTruthBehindEliteMarriages, and #AshleySuffersInSilence shot to the top of the trending charts. Countless misled netizens flooded my livestream account, cursing me as a spoiled rich man who had driven his wife into another man's arms. It was Brian's final strike—his last desperate attempt to flip the narrative and cast himself as a victim. "Do you want me to handle this?" Chelsey asked, her tone like ice as she scrolled through the venomous comments on her tablet. I shook my head. "No need. He's just a clown dancing on borrowed time." I didn't respond. I didn't defend myself because I knew lies collapse on their own. Truth doesn't need to shout.

Lars laughed, "I know how many cocks have been in my wife's mouth, and pussy. How bout you guys?" Things were spiraling out of control. I looked at the other two women, and for the first time, pictured them naked, under me, writhing as I plunged my cock into them. Now I was getting a boner and my shorts were not going to hide a thing. Tessa held up her hand, "Now just hold on guys. We're not going to confess how many cocks we've sucked until you all give up how many pussies you've licked." She grinned at the other two wives, "We know we're weren't the only college sluts in this room."

I leaned against the hospital bed, my face drained of color, every breath laced with pain. The night before, he'd humiliated me deliberately—not only injecting me with a muscle relaxant, but ordering the curtains removed beforehand. All night long, the clicking of camera shutters outside the window never stopped. Seeing how weak I was, Dahlia held up her phone and aimed it right at my face, her smile pretty and poisonous: "Oh my, you're truly famous now. 'Billionaire's new wife turns out to be the ultimate slut'—how do you like that headline trending on social media?"

"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.

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?”

Between bites, she taunted her, "Is hubby here? Does he know what kind of a slut he's married to? Does he know you like taking strangers' fat cocks up your horny slut-wife cunt?" "Oh, fuck!" Sherri moaned as her pussy continued to spasm around the cock pounding her sloshing pussy. "Yes! Yes, he's watching me get fucked by some stranger I can't even see! He's probably jerking off to see what a filthy slut-wife I am!" She was right; both Jake and Vic had their pants open and their stiff cocks out slowly stroking them while they watched the show that was now centered around the two newbies, and orchestrated by June.

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy