Slut Wives Stories Novels & Stories

Both Kurt and Stefan froze when they heard this. They exchanged glances, both unable to believe their ears. After a brief pause, Stefan was the first to regain his composure. He smirked and asked, "How interesting. I didn't know that woman had an ex-husband." "That's not the worst part!" Diablo was eager to share more. "That woman is a slut! At one point, she was raped by multiple people at once…" With that, Diablo leered and added, "That's the reason her husband divorced her; he thought she was too impure for him after that incident.

My tits bounce with every thrust. “To be treated like a whore. To have his cock milked while someone watches him fall apart.” Marcus is sobbing now, tears streaming as he thrusts up to meet me. “Please… harder, Kayla. I’m yours” “Tell her,” I demand, grinding my clit against him. “Tell your wife what you really are.” “I’m a slut,” he gasps, voice breaking. “I’m your whore, Kayla. I love it… love being fucked in front of her. Love cheating on her with you”

Lena and I have been seeing each other ever since… and sometimes our husbands get to watch the filthy things we do together. I went from a straight married woman to a complete bisexual slut who craves her pussy almost as much as my husband’s cock. And I’ve never been more satisfied.

her anymore, which left me with only one option and that is to distance myself as much as possible for well being of our both, because of which I again started having sex with my whores like I used to before Aisha came into my life, I started taking out all my frustration and helplessness on them to restrain myself from going back to Aisha, but even that wasn’t working anymore every time I used to fuck my whore I used to imagine Aisha with me, I used to visualize her in every single slut of mine because of which I purchased few more way beautiful model but again it was same, every time I used to have sex with them Aisha’s face used to pop up in my mind like I was trapped under some witch s

I wasn't any little whore; I was in love with my husband and wanted a peaceful, healthy marriage with vanilla sex where I was treated with love and respect, unlike his father, who asked me to crawl and get on my knees and who treated me like a slut. Yes, I admit, dirty sex; the steamy, forbidden way he touched me; the way he pounded me so hard like it was the first and last time; and the way he came all over me, it all was so fifty shades of hot. It turned me on so much it fulfilled my sex fantasies, but I was a woman; I wanted a family; I wanted to be a loving, decent mother one day. “Oh fuck.” He groaned, holding my head in place as he pushed his cock deep inside my throat. I gagged. “Fuck

My nuts slapped into her taint. "Oh, Mr. Miller, I love having your dick in my asshole!" gasped Riley. "Of course you do, you're a little slut like your mother," I groaned as I fucked Riley's asshole hard. "Are you a slut, Mommy?" Keily asked as she rocked back and forth, fucking her pussy up and down the dildo she shared with Mrs. Holiday. "Oh, yes, I'm a big slut!" moaned Mrs. Holiday. "You think I let Mr. Miller do all these wicked things to us? I mean, I'm cheating on your father and loving every second of it! That's what a slutty wife does!"

he started with a pure sexy voice. “Every slutty story is true. I am married, but we have an understanding that I will never be monogamous with her and I have been with a lot of girls. I’ve had dozens of women beg for this cock, right now I want you begging. I want to spread these legs and eat your shaved pussy until you’re sobbing my name. I want your throat stuffed with my dick until mascara runs down your pretty face. I want to fuck you so hard and deeply you feel me for days.” I was shaking, my pussy clenching around nothing.

It was only a matter of time till it exploded, leaving us with raging hormones and unsatisfied, throbbing, and aching bodies. My hands slipped into in his pants as I rubbed his hard cock, getting moans of pleasure from him as I gave soft strokes. I was ultimately immersed in the kiss that I didn't realize he had gained back control. He pushed me harshly, his hand moving over his cherry-stained lips as he gave a swift wipe. All he said was one word. One word that meant absolutely nothing to me but coming from him, shattered me. "Slut."

“Swallow, you disgusting toilet slut. And tell them why you’re here. Tell them what your boring husband would think if he saw his perfect little wife right now, tits covered in wax and cunt stretched around a stranger’s cock in front of the whole club.” I gulped down her spit and forced the words out between moans. “I’m here… because I’m a filthy… cheating… pain-whore… My husband thinks I’m asleep… but I’m getting my married cunt destroyed… in public… because I’m too weak and slutty to stay away… Please… please let your whore come…” The women cheered. One of the onlookers yelled, “Cover her in wax and make her fountain for us!” The older woman answered putting both candles at once. Hot wax r

The baby ultimately died. The public was outraged. [I guess the mistress’ pet dog matters more than the poor mother and child to these brothers.] [I mean, I love dogs, but I can’t understand Austin and Aaron’s behavior.] [The brothers fell in love with the same woman. Their wives are the ones suffering.] [Kirsty claims to help strays while abusing them in secret. She’s one to screw with the wives and upset them into early labor. The bitch deserves to die.] [Kirsty is after married men, and not just one. She has her sights on a pair of brothers. She should be ashamed of herself.]