Novel & Cerita Slutwife

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.

I stood up from the seat and marched towards the shivering bitch. "Don't ever repeat that word understood." I yelled at her ignoring the audience we had. "My wife is 100 percent perfect than a slut like you. She is not a whore who screams for attention. How pathetic you are?. You won't even leave a married men isn't it. My wife is pure like a gold. And I, Rohan Nanda only belongs to one girl, Nisha Rohan Nanda, my wife." I emphasized and stormed out from the bloody club. _:_

I wanted to fuck my slut wife like he just did. Eva likes being called dirty names during sex and this moment called for it. "You are a real slut tonight dear. I love watching you being such a whore for Sam and me. You are a cocksucking whore; a cumslut." "Yes I am. I'm being such a filthy whore tonight Jay and I'm loving getting fucked by you and Sam. Oh, I'm such a slut. Fuck this slut Jay."

“I don't know what to say.” “Don't say anything,” I told him, then winked. “I'm going to be a slut for you right now. Don't spoil everything by talking.” “You're willing to be MY SLUT? You'll do everything I tell you to do? EVERYTHING?” he asked, still not moving. “You're willing to do everything I asked of my late wife? She was a willing slut, too, and I took every advantage of that fact while she was here.” He looked at me again. “Your first act as my willing slut will be to give me your cherry asshole.”

DIARY OF A SLUT: Slut. That’s who I am. Throughout my life, I’ve been called many names: slut, whore, fucktoy—just to name a few. These are names I wear with pride. It takes a distinct set of skills to be praised in the art of sex. At twenty-five years old, I understand that when a man—or a group of men, for that matter—is inside me, using me for his pleasure, and calls me a slut, he means two things:

"You are calling that woman your wife, but she's a slut! A whore who seduced my best friend before our wedding." "What the fuck---"

I opened my eyes to see 31-year-old Lucas. He exited the bathroom, rubbing his nose and avoiding my eyes. The passion we once shared was nothing more than a ghost between us. He hadn't changed much from the man in my memories. The years as our pack's Beta had changed him, shaping him into a figure of formidable strength, his wildness growing with each passing year. Women adored him. And me? Seven years later, I was just a woman past her prime. I gave up my own path to support him. I turned down the Wolfen Kingdom's offer of service, choosing instead to stay behind—raising our child, tending to the elders, cleaning the house, cooking meals, mowing the lawn…

I slapped him in the face without hesitation before pulling out the camera he'd hidden under his jacket, remarking, "Oh? Are you livestreaming this? Well, you got what you wanted, didn't you? I'm divorcing Andrew, so why aren't you satisfied yet? Why did you come here to put on a pitiful act before me?" The slap left Ian feeling rather dazed. Andrew had doted on him to no end in the last few years. Accustomed to getting everything he wanted, he never had to suffer such grievances before. "I'm going to make you pay for that, you bitch!" Ian screeched. I quickly pointed the camera at him, and everyone was stunned to see the menacing scowl that replaced the frail, pitiful expression he had on e

“I have never cheated on you Roger, not once. You might consider last night cheating and after doing as you suggested and looking at it from every angle I can see that from your point of view it might have been. But I can’t go back and change it Roger. I honestly thought I had your blessing. That said I want to talk about the rest of what you said. You were right on most of it. I did everything you said I did, except for the cheating part, and my reason for doing it was so you would let me fuck other men. But only Roger,onlyifyouwereapartofit. IfyouwereapartofitinmymindI wouldn’t be cheating. “I’m a slut Roger and I have been one since my early teens. I loved cock Roger. I craved it and I to

Finally, the smoke in the room began to clear, and I could see a plain white wall with the word SLUT written on it in blood. HUSBAND SNATCHER. BITCH. SHE SLEEPS WITH HER SISTER'S HUSBAND. SHE'S A WHORE. Those words were scattered all over the wall, all written in blood. My body froze. I tried to cover my eyes, hoping it would go away. But when I shut my eyes, I started hearing voices repeating the words. Slut. Whore. Husband snatcher. "She sent her sister to jail, just to be with her husband."