Slutwife Novels & Stories

Cum Slut's eyes were shut, and she looked to be in ectasy. "Open your eyes, Cum Slut. Watch the Slave eat your cunt." Her eyes flew open and her body tensed. Slave sucked her clit into her mouth and maybe bit down a little because Naomi cried out and Slave started sucking juices out of her pussy. I couldn't wait anymore. I pulled the plug out and shoved my cock into Slave's ass. In a few strokes I was deep and fucking her hard.

Clint was still waiting outside by the car, calm and composed. “Clint,” I snapped as the doors closed behind me, “do you have any idea if my wife has gotten home?” I couldn’t tell even him that the woman who was currently parading around as my wife was her twin sister. I trusted Clint with my life but this was something I wasn’t willing to share. Not yet at least. He didn’t miss a beat. “Adam informed me that your wife is in Vermont, sir. She was asked to be driven then.”

"Stay out of this, or you'll get hurt." "I am the sister-in-law to this she-wolf you are yelling at. She's kind not to punch your stupid face for talking her down in that manner. Mind you; I have no such patience like her!" The woman harrumphed, puffed out her chest, and walked towards Linda as if trying to challenge her to a fight. "I am an Alpha Wife, and I heard a lot about the slut over there." She nodded her head toward me. "The slut lures men into bed and bewitches them with her fucking pretty face and..."

He says in a husky tone, loud enough for his companion to hear. A large smile stains her face, “I know I said no threesomes,” she hums, swaying side to side. “But I do find it super-hot when people watch me getting fucked like a dirty little slut.” She moans as she cups her breasts, jiggles them in her hands, and winks at me. “That's because you are a slut!” I hiss, trying to lunge at her as I reach out, attempting to claw her eyes out.

(They were clearly not. Lysandra’s breath shortened. She opened the first trending tag that flashed on her screen. #PushGate Her heart plummeted. #LysandraVauxhaul Worse. #ElenaSinclair Even worse. Then the most vicious of all. #LysandraThePusher And right under it: #VauxhaulViolence Her fingers trembled as she tapped one of the videos. It was everywhere. Every angle. Every second. Every humiliating detail. The clip started with her screaming at Elena.

Dаvе was wаtсhіng, ѕtrоkіng hіѕ ѕtіll ѕоft сосk. "Well bаbу, whаt dо уоu thіnk оf уоur ѕluttу wife nоw?" I asked. "She's amazing," he responded. Sexiest wоmаn іn the wоrld. "How dо уоu fееl аbоut bеіng a ѕlut?" hе аѕkеd. "I fеlt like I wаѕ fіnаllу who I wаntеd tо be," I replied.

My tits bounce with every thrust. “To be treated like a whore. To have his cock milked while someone watches him fall apart.” Marcus is sobbing now, tears streaming as he thrusts up to meet me. “Please… harder, Kayla. I’m yours” “Tell her,” I demand, grinding my clit against him. “Tell your wife what you really are.” “I’m a slut,” he gasps, voice breaking. “I’m your whore, Kayla. I love it… love being fucked in front of her. Love cheating on her with you”

He cupped one of my cheeks, and that light, single touch made my cunt squirm. “Stay with us, Phina,” he murmured, his breath warm against mine. “Be our slut. And the reason why we used slut instead of mate is because we don’t promise you love, or lovemaking. We promise you obsession, fucking hard, protection, and the chance to prove to your asshole husband that he made the wrong choice throwing you away, treating you like you don’t matter. And we will also make sure that you get the chance to defend yourself.”

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.

“Hey –” “Shut up,” she lashed at him. “From the second you laid eyes on me here in this room, you’ve slut-shamed me and treated me like I’m nothing more than a pathetic piece of ass. And I’m not a slut…not even close. I was a virgin until I was twenty-six, and I’ve been with exactly three men in my thirty-five years on earth, you being the last one. But even if I’d been with a thousand guys, you still have no right to treat me like a cheap whore, like I’ve done anything wrong by being with you. We were both there, it was consensual, we both enjoyed it.”