Submissive Wife Literotica Mga Nobela at Kwento

He just had to follow the path that had been prepared by his wife. Jessica laughed as she read her husband's reply. She took it easy she still had a lot of things to make Lexi more upset and resentful of her. [ My dear husband, you better think about what style we will wear tonight! ] The woman tried to show as flat an expression as possible, although she found it funny to read the reply to the message from her husband. Lexi shook her head. The wife seemed to love to get him hooked. [Baby can't you just not get me hooked like this. You're so naughty! ]

Mine had already drained away, replaced by something colder, heavier—worry. My thoughts spun as I stared out the window. I couldn’t keep clashing with him like this. That ridiculous book, The Perfect Wife, flashed through my mind—its chapters on handling dominant men. Softness. Vulnerability. Subtle rebellion. A woman with fire, but without the flames. Sweet enough to draw in. Dangerous enough to chase.

Since giving birth, my wife Sandy Wore had this glow—she looked more stunning than ever. That night, when I got home from work, she was stretched out on the couch in a white romper that clung to her curves. She wasn't even trying, but the sight of her hit me hard. I sat next to her, careful, slow. But she knew what I was thinking before I said a word. Her eyes flicked to mine, catching the heat there, and she sighed.

Toying with a dagger out of nowhere, Lynne said offhandedly, “Ray, she’s a cheater. Sheh did you dirty. Should I carve her for you? Krystal’s knees buckled, and she knelt before me. “Ray, we’ve been married for seven years. Think of what we once meant to each other…” I kicked her down. “Don’t talk to me about feelings. Seven years of marriage, yet you stood by as your father struck me, and your lover humiliated me.” She hung her head low in shame. “Ray, I made a mistake. I wanted a child so badly that I believed his lies. It won’t happen again… “Ray, the family legacy rests on my shoulders. I needed an heir. Surely, you can see where I’m coming from.”

He had portrayed Jean as a pitiful woman who had suffered emotional abuse from her husband and had been deceived by my corrupt behavior. Jean had also tearfully accused me, "I had been in love with Felix for years, yet I never knew he was this kind of person. He would usually give me the silent treatment. I could even put up with his occasional physical abuse. But I never expected that he would embezzle and misappropriate company property. I absolutely cannot allow myself to be the wife of a criminal." As I watched Jean accuse me and fabricate things that I didn't do, and the immense harm I had supposedly brought to her and our family, I just let out a mocking smile.

"Sorry for your loss. By the way, why did you refuse the job offer when you knew you needed it so badly? Luther asked. "My wife was sick, she couldn't help herself she needed me by her side. But I failed her. I wasn't always there for her. I turned into a drunk the day I molested our girl" he said as another set of tears filled his eyes. This time he allowed them to drop down his cheeks. This usually occurs each time he recalls how he shamelessly molests his stepdaughter. This is one thing he will continue to regret every moment of his life "You did what!, Tell me that was not true," Luther exclaimed in disgust.

After that we decided to go swimming and do some activities offered on the island. We went back to our room feeling exhausted. We just cuddle. We're too tired to do some other naughty things. We decided to watch a movie while cuddling. "I want to see you wife like that." Maru said. "What?" "Like the girl in that movie, get jealous and be possessive." “Weren’t you feel like your being choked?”

Page after page of explicit clauses stared back at her. No other lovers. Full obedience. Mandatory fertility tracking. Weekly health exams. And the worst line of all: “The wife shall submit to all sexual demands without refusal, including but not limited to vaginal, oral, and anal penetration, public and private displays, and any acts deemed necessary by the husband for his pleasure.” Her cheeks burned. “You’re disgusting.” Damien rose slowly, all six-foot-four of him unfolding like a predator. He circled the desk until he stood behind her, close enough that she could feel the heat of his body through her clothes.

"Chris forgot to tell me how feisty his daughter is." "Not feisty. Violent." He looms in closer, crowding my space. "What do we do now, wife? I like my women willing and submissive." Wife. The word is a reminder of who I am now. A trophy in the hands of Rayne De Luca. It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. I have envisioned more for myself, not retiring into a made man's house as a baby-making machine. "You will not find this woman willing and submissive," I shoot back in defiance.

You were not worthy. A worthy man took her ass and the look in her eye tells you that she is loving every moment of it. His cock stretches her slowly, your own scraping against the denim and yearning to be touched. As his head finally pushes through the barrier, your wife lets out a loud, guttural moan, the cock in her throat muffling the sound only slightly. “That’s it, gag on that cock while Hubby watches, you little slut.” They continue to take what they want, using her in a manner you have only fantasized possible and your hand drifts down to your crotch, grinding against your hard shaft.