Slut Wives Stories Novels & Stories

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

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

"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."

“I’m going to use you Mia, make you suffer. It’s until I’m tired of you that’s when I will let you go” “I’m not a slut!” I said, tears falling off my eyes “Strip! I give you 30 seconds to do that. You won’t like it if you disobey me again.” With teary eyes, I started removing my clothes until I was stark naked. “Get on the bed”. He commanded and I did just that. I’m a slut after all. I got no choice. He joined me on the bed, still clothed and told me to bend in a doggy style.

I was going crazy. "You slut and liar, you keep throwing yourself on different men to have sex with you. Why are you women never satisfied?" Roberto asked. I slapped him hard on the cheek. "I’m not a fucking slut. Get that into your skull, you wicked beast. I regret the day I jumped on you and made you have sex with me. I regret coming back to Silvercrest. I could have just stayed back in Southcrest and lived a peaceful life with my kids." "Not only did you insult me, you even slapped me. I, Roberto Alessandro, get slapped by an ordinary commoner and a slut who sleeps around with all her colleagues."