Slut Wives Stories Novels & Stories

Sexual tensions burn out with time. 'You sat down and came to this agreement with the slut? That you'll be man and wife with benefits?' Louis threw his backwards and laughed. 'We're married, Bee. Only friends do the benefit thing. We're consenting adults having beautiful sex. That's all.' 'If she agreed to that, I think you should be worried. I'm a woman. And that doesn't happen. Either she's hoping she'll change your mind and bag you for herself or she's trying to get a sex tape of you this time .' She said.

"Yesterday evening, while I was at work, they attempted to take my daughters from my home." "Why?" Noah asked, puzzled by the situation. "Because people stumbled upon pictures of us online and jumped to the absurd conclusion that I am a promiscuous woman who will set a negative example for my daughters," I explained. "That's utterly ridiculous!" Noah exclaimed, unable to comprehend the reasoning behind such judgment. "How long were you two married?" Noah enquired

Her tears and puppy eyes else of making him angry and building hatred for her, did nothing else. "You... and love me?", he spelling it more like a question, started laughing hysterically. Her eyes squinted at him feeling puzzled but she changed her expression and again went closer to him passing a sweet genuine smile and cupping his face. "Look at me baby!! I am much worth it then her. I am beautiful, sexy, sassy all that you want. Then why marry her when you can have me the best..", she said proudly. "Yes you are everything including a word called 'S-L-U-T'", he stressed on his last word.

"She's pretty. I'm hot. She's classy, I'm dirty. She's a wife... I'm a slut." "All men need a slut, Mike. Especially guys in power. They work so hard and do so much good, every so often, they just need to vent all that stress somewhere. I'm sure all the big bosses you idolize have sluts like me too. Men like you... they need to do all the sick, disgusting, hot things they could never do with their wives. Things they couldn't possibly do to a woman they respect. That's why women like me exist, Mike. That's the role we play. All men have these needs, and women like me can provide them," she affirmed, pausing for a moment, clasping her hands together, waiting for my response.

Every weekend she will sit around the table and laugh over what's going to happen to that slutty CEO and here's what we did. Natasha rigged in her private affairs, and we discovered she's always been that way, sleeping with cute men before signing a deal with them, but we are going to put an end to that. Luckily for us, she always takes a picture while in the act with aim of blackmailing them if they refuse to get to her demands, see who's going to face sorrow, haha. My joy knew no bounds when Natasha showed me those pictures, she said she got them from her boyfriend who was a broker, great news right?

However, waiting was t boring since they had so many situations during their waiting quarter. I stayed quiet, as I listened and watched some ladies discuss their husbands. One was talking about her husband throwing money at her but never spending quality time with her and the children… about six months no sex… Etc… The climax of it all was when a lady broke down in tears. I was shocked to see such sexy, classy and mature women crying over men’s wickedness. They looked so bigger than that! I felt so pity for her. However, I still wanted to stop her and say ‘Hey woman before you cry please listen to my story first!’ I felt I had a worse experience than any lady had ever had.

"Are you a sissy faggot?" I stammered and was taken aback by her comment. As I was trying to explain myself and concurrently making myself look like quite a fool. She held up her hand, to stop me. "Steve has told me the story," she said. "But I'd like to hear it from the whore's mouth, so to speak." Then I noticed an evil smile. I timidly recounted the tale for her, leaving nothing out. I told her about my failing marriage. How my wife had caught me masturbating to gay p**n and how she'd taken my children from me after our divorce.

Nathan explained, placing his hands on the desk. “Is she prettier than me? Is she bustier than me? Does she moan to your satisfaction the way I do? Can she suck better me? I’m pretty sure her pussy isn’t as tight as mine.” Stella began to yell at him. “ Just shut it. Don’t you dare talk about my wife that way. I suggest you start treating me with respect if you love your job so much. God, your boobs are literally fighting to spill out of your shirt. Dress like a secretary not a fucking slut when you come to work. Don’t provoke me because you have every idea what I am capable of.” Nathan concluded with a death look.

"After the surgery, without my permission, no one is to check on him. I want to see for myself whether he can survive a simple heart swap!" Now, staring at the dried blood on our son's lips, Eira shut her eyes in agony. Images of me lying cold on that operating table flashed before her. Panic and regret swallowed her whole. "I… I didn't mean for him to die… I only wanted to warn him, to make him behave… Yes, I only wanted him to behave, I wasn't wrong… I wasn't wrong…" she muttered, collapsing to the floor and clutching her head in pain. 'What a drama queen.' That was the only thought in my mind as I stood beside her. Why did she always allow everything to happen, only to stare at the outcom