Slut Wives Stories Novels & Stories

Tricia said, her tone low and lusty as she moved closer to his desk, leaning over it again. "Have you ever thought about squeezing my breast, Randy? Have you ever thought about sucking on them with your mouth?" She asked, shaking her boobs slightly, trying to get Randy to look at her exposed cleavage. He glanced at her in the eyes, the look in hiz eyes voicing his displeasure. "Your wife is all flat and dull, but I have all these luscious curves. My breasts... my big soft ass. I know you have thought of touching it to feel how is it. Just imagine achieving your dream? Imagine giving it a spank as hard as you want. Imagine the softness when you eventually fuck me from the back? How it will be

The idea was so fucking hot and demented that I almost blew my load into her but I slowed down, dragging my cock at a torturous pace before feeding her every inch again. "Your husband could walk through that door right now and see me pounding this tight pussy against our kitchen counter... Would he finally realize what a dirty little slut his wife is?" I reached around and slapped her ass hard while continuing my brutal thrusts. "...Would he like seeing me breed his wife?”

When I turned to watch him, his expressions remained unchanged. He scoffed and watched to see if I had more to say. Words had no room in my mouth. He moved away from his coffee cup, and started pacing around like I did. “I sleep with a lot of women, I can't even lie,” he narrates with so much flatness that it was worse than cruelty. “I don't keep it a secret and I don't have a record,” he added. His replies landed like a hard slap on my face. That night was special to me. I felt like a woman. I felt like even when it was unplanned that I had given my virginity to a reasonable man.

She knew, she was aware that he had known too. “Now, my dear wife, tell me why you allowed another woman to shove her tongue into your face and down your throat.” Noah asked, laughter bubbling out of his throat like a maniacal being. “It was only about three times that I remember.” Natalia said. “And we were drunk. I-it does not compare to what you did to me.” “Double standards, then? Is that what we are going to live by today?” Noah asked.

trophy wives" doesn't mean we've got to be actual wives. " "Very true," Clementine agreed, "I have sex with my husband once a year and that's simply because one of his mistresses fails to answer the phone, or we do so, simply for the fact that we should. I have a Mister or two who take care of my needs and that's that." "Wait," I held up my hands as I looked around the table, "you're telling me, you all have misters?" I asked them in surprise. They nodded, I mean even Emma and Emma's what? Twenty!

Every room was filled with a puck bunny either having a dick choking them while another nigga fucked her from behind or being eaten out while fingering another bitch; for the men that love to watch the show. “Take it all in slut… oh you are just a nasty slut, aren't you? My nasty slut” Husbands bring their wives here to get turned on.. apparently some mother fuckers enjoy watching another man pound into their wives while staring at her. The ecstasy was out of this world and it was only the slut house that can take any man or woman from being impotent or unable to be pleased by their partners to having their cum all over the floors and walls of the room.

“I’m not your sweet little wife anymore. I’m a slut for black cock.” Kellan gripped her hips and drove into her, his cock disappearing inside her over and over. Marina threw her head back and screamed, bouncing faster, her pussy swallowing him whole. And I sat there, my face only inches away, forced to watch my wife give herself to them completely.

Stone Group went viral online that day, but this time, the headlines weren't what Andrew wanted to see. He quickly tried to smooth things over and let the news die out, but it didn't work. Amid this busy time of his, I abruptly announced my intention to get a divorce—a fault-based divorce, because he had cheated on me with another man. Instantly, the news took everyone by storm. More observant members of the online community quickly linked the clues to the hottest graphic novel at the moment. My story echoed that of the tragic female side character in the graphic novel.

The shameless bitch lied. My eyes widened in shock, "What? Are you now hiring professional liars as your employees? Wow, you've really got the nerves to lie to my face you bitch!" Jayden looked from me to her, confused. The only person who is making him confused is this secretary. "Calm down ladies. Can you tell me what really happened?"He asked again. "You should ask your secretary that. She called me a slut just because I said I wanted to see you." I explained.

He smiled politely and headed to his home office. I couldn’t stop staring as he walked away. His powerful frame, the quiet authority in his stride… I caught myself twirling a lock of hair. Later, I texted my friend Sam: “DILF ALERT. Her husband is insanely hot. I want to ride him right in that office chair. I’d drop under his desk in a heartbeat. Queen Slut status incoming?” Sam and I laughed about it in our volleyball group chat. It was all fantasy..or so I told myself. Our “Queen Slut” title went to whoever had done the wildest thing lately. The previous holder had sucked off two different guys in one night.