Slut Wives Stories Novels & Stories

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.

My knees ached against the cold floor as I slobbered hungrily on Lucas’s throbbing cock, drool running down my chin and dripping onto my heavy tits. I was in full slut mode, moaning like a whore around his shaft while my fingers frantically rubbed my soaked pussy through the tiny black thong. “God yes, baby… I’m such a nasty fucking wife,” I gasped, pulling off his cock with a wet pop. “I’ve been fingering my stretch-marked cunt every night thinking about four men destroying me. I want to be a gangbang slut so bad—”

"Your wife becoming your sex slave, do you expect this to become permanent or is this a temporary thing?" "I doubt it will become permanent. She likes to read erotic books and I offered to allow her to experience the things she reads about in her books for three weeks to see if the reality was similar to her imagination." "What kinds of books?" "Reverse harem, women captured and sold as slaves, that kind of thing." "She's aroused by these?" "Yes, it's why I've offered her the experience."

"You’re lying!" Elias’s voice sliced through the tense air of the courtroom. His fists clenched at the witness stand, every muscle in his body taut with barely restrained fury. The witness, a former business associate named Harold Whitaker, shifted nervously under Elias's heated glare. He tugged at the collar of his shirt before addressing the judge. "Your Honor, I have no reason to fabricate these claims. Mr. Westbrook personally instructed me to falsify financial records and funnel money into offshore accounts during his marriage to Victoria Lancaster."

His name trending—not for a deal closed or a partnership secured, but for the scandal unraveling in public view. He scrolled absently, each buzz a reminder of the fallout. Of what he’d built—then burned. And still… Not one message from the only two people who had once made all of it mean something. Articles spreading like wildfire. Tweets, Reddit threads, F******k reels—all speculating about the marketing tycoon with two wives. With two lives. One post showed a photo of Andrea and Celina, side by side, their faces juxtaposed under the title: Which One Is the Real Mrs. Reyes?

“You’re right. That money belongs to your company. There’s no reason for it to fill the hole that ungrateful girl dug herself. Simon, I respect your decision. We’re the ones who aren’t lucky enough to keep you.” After hanging up, I opened X without hesitation and posted, [I’ve signed a divorce agreement with Ms. Georgia Snow. We’ll go our separate ways from now on. Lokeman Group will terminate all non-essential collaborations with Snow Group. We wish each other well.] After that, Lokeman Group’s official account released a formal statement. It was about the withdrawal of investment and liquidation of debts, and it was written in a precise, neutral tone. My statement instantly made waves. It

Brandon's management team, the bodyguards, and that arrogant property manager were all instantly pinned to the ground, crying and wailing. Cassie watched the dark gun barrels aimed at her and finally broke down completely. She screamed at me hysterically, "Arthur! You can't do this to me! I'm your wife! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Make them let me go! Please! Don't you love me? You've sacrificed so much for me. You can't be this heartless!" However, the only response she got was the soldiers coldly pulling her arms behind her back and binding them tightly with restraints. Her precious designer dress was pulled out of shape. Her carefully styled hair hung in disheveled tangles, making he

"Nothing at all. Alex is another man's biological son, and Hazel has been sleeping with other men. Bryan is broke, and his mother was murdered." "Gosh! That's brutal. Turns out the one who played the victim the hardest was having the most fun all along." Many of the women in the courtroom watched her with disgust, and one commented, "With the extent of Hazel's affairs, she must've slept with someone to get named the town's model wife." In an instant, a flood of condemnation crashed down on Hazel. She completely broke down and began screaming at me. "I married you and worked myself to the bone! Is this how you repay me? After all these years together, are you so determined to ruin me?"

"No way? Look at it yourself! The videos are all over the internet! The company's stock is plummeting because of you!" A chill ran down my spine as the same footage from my previous life played before my eyes. The comments were just as vicious. "Look at this CEO's wife go, screwing seven men at once. She's young and wild, alright." "There must be a reason she was so thirsty. Maybe her husband couldn't get it up?" "Judging from her loud moans, it doesn't look like seven men was enough to satisfy her. I can do better than them. I'll give it to her so good that she'll roll her eyes and can't even make a sound."