Spanking Marriage Novels & Stories

“Open up, slut.” She obeyed instantly, sucking him in while Tobias hammered her from behind. Drool and muffled cries mixed as she rocked between them. Darius leaned close to me, his smirk sharp. “Look at her. This is who your wife really is.” I looked. I couldn’t not. Marina’s body shook as she took both ends, spit dripping down her chin, her ass red and raw from spanking. The men switched again, each one taking his turn inside her ass. Every time one pulled out, another rolled on a condom and slid in, forcing her to stretch wider, her body jerking under them.

“Would you like me to repeat myself, Dadd—” “Do not dare,” he cut me off sharply, his fingers tightening around my neck, slightly cutting off my air supply. I felt light-headed but I stood my ground. “I swear to the Moon Goddess if you ever call me that again, the consequences would be dire. Don’t you know your limits? Your insolence knows no bounds. I’m about to marry your mother. You can’t talk to me like that.” “But it’s okay for you to tell me, a grown adult that I would be spanked if I misbehave?” I shot back angrily. “Are we supposed to pretend a comment like that has no sexual connotations?”

I thought, perplexed, Where does he come up with these things at a time like this? "I think it’s a good option," he said, sounding thoughtful. "If you’re angry with me, that same night, you have to spank me right away, that way you release your anger and I can relax..." he said nonchalantly, shrugging. "Ha, ha, ha," I burst out laughing. I couldn’t keep up with my husband’s fantasies. "And what happens if it’s you who’s angry?" "We can try it too," he raised an eyebrow mischievously. "We don’t know if you might end up liking the spanking as well, and I promise to be very careful."

“Shut the fuck up and take it. This married cunt belongs to your stepbrother now.” He fucked me like he hated me — hard, deep, merciless strokes that made my tits bounce violently. The wet, obscene slapping of his balls against my clit filled the room. “You’re nothing but a set of holes for me,” he snarled, spanking my ass red. “Your husband thinks he married a pure, innocent girl. He has no idea I already turned his wife into my personal cumdump.” Tears streamed down my face from the intensity, but my pussy was gushing around him.

“I’m your dirty little married slut. Please destroy my pussy!” Silas slammed into me in one brutal thrust. I screamed. He was so thick, so deep, stretching me wider than Marcus ever could. The burn was intense and perfect. He didn’t ease me into it, he started fucking me hard immediately, pounding my pussy with deep, savage strokes while I faced my husband. “Fuuuuck, this married cunt is gripping me so tight,” Silas grunted, spanking my ass red as he railed me. “Your wife’s pussy is sucking my cock, Professor. She’s creaming all over me.”

Each time he sat by the window, he would remember the way I used to eat with my head down back in college. He said he had kept the fountain pen in the deepest drawer, never giving it to anyone again. He said he finally understood that marriage wasn't just about keeping me by his side, but about making me feel at ease with each passing day. He said what he regretted the most wasn't losing a wife, but losing the version of me who used to be happy for an entire day just from ranking second in his heart. The last thing he said was, "Natasha, I'm sorry. And thank you for once having loved me so earnestly."

he demanded, biting her neck. “So much better!” Emma cried out, legs wrapped tightly around him. “Harder… Fuck me harder than my husband ever could!” Jax growled and pounded into her mercilessly, his rough hands gripping her ass as he railed her. He carried her to the living room, bent her over the expensive couch her husband had bought, and fucked her from behind even harder — spanking her ass red while he railed her. “I’m gonna fill this married pussy with my cum,” he growled. “Every day while your husband is gone, I’m coming back after work to breed you like the neglected little slut you are.”

He took a deep breath and explained, "I never wanted to divorce Clara. In my heart, she has always been my only wife—" "You didn’t want to?" Marcus Calderon, my father’s voice came from the living room, heavy with unquestionable authority. He sat in the main seat, his expression terrifyingly severe. "But Clara did. She has no obligation to suffer for you." Luca’s body trembled slightly. His hands clenched around the gift bags at his sides. He lifted his head, his gaze passing over Mom and me, locking onto Dad in the living room, his eyes full of pleading.

But Luke says, “She’s going through a separation from her husband.” The old man’s eyebrows shoot up, and he clucks his tongue. “Lucas, you’re dating a married woman?” He shakes his head. “Why do you always pick the ones that’ll break your heart?” Luke groans, throwing his hands over his face. I raise my hand, unable to hide my amusement. “I’m right here,” I say, laughing. “For the record, it’s a divorce, not a separation.” Luke turns around, startled. “Really?”

Ariana scoffed. Jacob continued, "Ariana, I know it's unfair for me to say this. But if you trust me, I'll make sure Spencer treats you well and takes his responsibilities seriously." "There's no need for that. I shouldn't have expected anything from this marriage in the first place. It was for family interests, so now that we've come to this point, there's nothing more to say." Jacob looked at her. "Do you want a divorce?" Ariana smiled. "We're married in name only. Both of us have different dreams and goals in life. Isn't that how couples in marriage alliances live?"