Submissive Wife Literotica Novels & Stories

“I met this girl. I should have known better than to get my hopes up about it. She fucking approached me. Pussy was good—a very good fuck. Maybe I fell for the pussy after all, because if I hadn’t been thinking with my dick, I couldn’t have married her.” “Damn, I’m also starting to question whether I liked that woman or the pussy, and it’s driving me crazy. That thing between women’s legs can kill the whole nation, bro. It’s potent and potentially hazardous; I mean, just look at me. I swore not to fuck that prima donna wife of mine, but even when I hate her so much if I find her legs wide open, I enter and fuck.” “Primadonna’s wife?” Both men laughed, and Chris said, “I was telling you my st

He started talking but I interrupted him. "Allow me to give it a stab. Your ideal future wife should have – delicate structure. She has to be tall, beautiful and slim since you have no tolerance for fat women and you will expect your wife to return to normal sexy body shape and lose her baby fat after child birth as soon as it is humanly possible, which in your mind is four months after child birth. But most importantly you need your woman to be submissive and pay heed to all your words and commands. How am I doing so far?" I asked him. I had a feeling that earlier today, when I threatened to force feed him with laxatives, that Anton wasn't amused even though he decided to play it cool.

A second later, the man's lips kissed the woman's lips wildly, and even his hands explored the body of the woman who could only cry. It wasn't that the woman didn't want to fight back, it was just that she knew who she was and who the man on top of her was. The man who seemed to be humiliating her was her own husband, and she had to obey whatever he did to her. It was her duty as a wife to serve her husband. "Why are you so tight?" said Lucas as he tried to break through the woman's defenses beneath him. However, a second later, Lucas got what he wanted, and he seemed satisfied that he had taught her a lesson and shown her that he was a very powerful man.

His wife, when discovering another case, burned his clothes that he liked so much, even though she always forgave him, Damon, he even refuses, to convince her husband for them to have a child, he tries to satisfy her with dogs, cats, filling the house, both were cute and fluffy. He liked the way she was, that she could get what she wanted, that she acted differently, manipulating her worthy of a soap opera, they were sweet, if you weren't in love with her, you would want to vomit, these were the frequent letters, from the which he delivered both to his countless mistresses and to his wife.

“You know, how beautiful and exquisite you look tonight. The woman blushed while she smiled at him flirtatiously and provocatively, she told him in a seductive tone. —I'm always beautiful, while she caressed her husband's face and smiled at him, the woman added, —I need to be, or say no my husband, he'll leave with the first whore I passed, and he'll abandon me without hesitation. The man frowned, as he took a position at his entrance and told him. —You are my wife, my lover, my friend, I am not going to abandon you, and now that we will have a daughter, much less. At that precise moment, the man did not hesitate and sank inside her, causing the woman to moan with pleasure, Caspian smiled as

Bella My husband had a lot of doors in the mansion. He kept all of them closed. I told myself it wasn't my business to knock. Then I started counting how many then he left the house at midnight. Alex was an outing animal. I always imagined having to marry a man that was grounded in his goals, little did I know I'll find myself trapped in a marriage with no emotions. His life was a cheat map, easy to predict but without knowing the outcome of each move.

She was small, energetic, and carried herself with the unmistakable confidence of someone who had earned the right to ignore her age. “There you are.” She embraced Elena warmly before stepping back. “I was beginning to think those important meetings had stolen you.” “They tried.” Elena laughed. “But I escaped.” Only then did the older woman notice Adrian. Her eyes narrowed with theatrical suspicion. “And who is this handsome stranger?” Elena looked momentarily uncertain. “This is my husband…” She paused almost imperceptibly before finishing. “…Adrian.” The hesitation lasted less than a second. It still reached him. Mrs. Alvarez welcomed them inside without another question.

My heavy, wet breasts brushed against his calves with every movement, leaving streaks of water on his skin. God, Richard would be horrified if he saw me like this, I thought, a dark thrill running through me. On my knees, sucking another man’s toes while my husband’s spare shorts sit beside us. The contrast made me even wetter; the respected senator’s perfect wife reduced to a needy, submissive slut for her young trainer. I moved from one toe to the next, licking and sucking with shameless devotion, my tongue tracing every ridge. Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet hall as I worshipped his feet.

He laughed, “Yes, I loved hearing you scream my name.” She hid her face under her palm, “Oh! God!” He removed her hands, “Are you embarrassed, Mrs. Smith?” She snorted, “Mr. Husband, don’t forget I am your wife. Why would I be embarrassed? I only took what belonged to me.” Jonatha laughed. She was always domineering and sassy. He teased, “You are right, your highness! Shall I serve my lady in the bath?” She smirked, “That won’t be necessary. I plan to take a quick rinse only.”