Slut Wives Stories Novels & Stories

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

He ripped the babydoll off her, exposing her perfect tits, he sucked on one nipple hard while fingering her soaked pussy. "She's dripping like a slut cuck." Chinedu laughed in Mark's face. "Your wife is a BBC whore, man. See how wet she is for me." He shoved two thick fingers into her, then three, stretching her. Cindy moaned loudly, grinding on his hand. "Yes, Daddy! Stretch my married pussy!" Mark could see her juices running down her thighs, Chinedu positioned her on all fours on the couch, ass facing Mark. He rubbed his massive cockhead up and down her slit, teasing her clit. Then, with one powerful thrust, he buried half his length inside her.

And the whole dynamic made my cunt gush so hard I felt it drip onto the floor beneath me. Then a hand came from nowhere and smacked my ass again. Yes! Yes! Yes! Another greedy hand found my breasts, squeezing and dragging my nipples. Someone's fingers pushed inside my pussy from behind without warning, fingering frantically and I arched back against him. My helpless moans gagging on the dildo while Clyde watched from his chair as he stroked his throbbing cock. And there we were… Five men in a circle. Me at the center. Submitting to them naked, on my hands and knees. And the night had barely begun… What more could a slut wife like me want?

“As to what they want with you, it’s pretty clear by now.” I shook my head, feeling overwhelmed. “In this business, women are treated nothing more than slaves, if I am being blunt, then I’d use the term sex slaves. You’re with them because they enjoy you, not because they are in love with you or something. You’re there for their pleasure and wife is just a term they gave you on a whim. When you’re useless, then toss you around. Even going to the extent of selling you to the next highest bidder. Just like your father did.”

Episode three Serena felt blood rush to her ears at the word “ex” and the only thing she could hear was the thumping of her own heart, she had almost being slapped by her husband’s ex just one day into the marriage. She watched the cameras click and Damon push the woman in question aside as he grabbed her hand and ushered her into his father’s house. All of these were going on without her being fully aware of it, she was seeing stars and the slap did not even land.

He spanked their asses red, gripped their throats, and degraded them with dark, filthy words. “You’re both my wives now,” he growled. “My beautiful, filthy little sluts.” Lena’s first orgasm was slow rolling — a deep, swelling tide. “Oh fuck… your cock feels so good,” she moaned. “I’m rolling… don’t stop filling your new wife!” Mia’s was sudden and sharp. “I’m cumming— right now!” she screamed. “Pound my married pussy harder— yes— I’m squirting all over you!” Lena’s second was deep and prolonged. “It’s so fucking deep inside me… I can’t stop cumming,” she whimpered. “Destroy me… I’m flooding your cock… it won’t stop!”

"What was happening here?" "Boss ... I ..."she stuttered. "She called me a slut just because i wanted to see you" "What? You called my girlfriend a slut?"he sounded really bad furious. "Sir I'm sorry... I ..."she went on her knees begging in tears. "Get out of my Company.You are fired"...

I'm Joyce, a 42-year-old housewife, and I have a secret. No, I'm not having an affair or embezzling money from my husband's company. My secret is that I'm a hotwife. I love fucking strangers. The thrill of the unknown, the excitement of the forbidden, it sets my pussy on fire like nothing else. It all started a few years ago. My husband, Mark, and I had been married for over a decade, and our sex life had become routine. We'd fuck on weekends, missionary style, with the lights off. It was functional, but it wasn't exciting. I craved more.

“Hey –” “Shut up,” she lashed at him. “From the second you laid eyes on me here in this room, you’ve slut-shamed me and treated me like I’m nothing more than a pathetic piece of ass. And I’m not a slut…not even close. I was a virgin until I was twenty-six, and I’ve been with exactly three men in my thirty-five years on earth, you being the last one. But even if I’d been with a thousand guys, you still have no right to treat me like a cheap whore, like I’ve done anything wrong by being with you. We were both there, it was consensual, we both enjoyed it.”

And then she'd start getting just a little more excited, sometimes so much that I think she was embarrassed that her body was betraying her. Occasionally, when I wasn't talking about it she'd clearly be trying to lead me into it in a way that didn't make her look bad. "Wouldn't it be terrible if people were watching us?", she'd say in mid-fuck. "I'd be so embarrassed...they'd probably think I was a total slut", she would say in the most innocent way possible so she could look like a good wife. But she knew where I'd pick up that conversation, assuming that her mentioning it didn't get me off right then and there. The thought of some guys seeing me drill my wife while her tits bounced around