The Stepford Wives Audiobook Novels & Stories

The air was thick, the kind of heavy stillness that pressed on my chest, making it hard to breathe. In the distance, I heard faint whispers—soft at first, like murmurs carried on the wind. But something about them felt... wrong. They grew louder, overlapping, until they became a chaotic cacophony of voices. Each one seemed to be calling to me, vying for my attention. I spun around, trying to locate the source of the whispers. The fog shifted with every movement, obscuring my view. The voices grew sharper, more insistent. “Stephanie!”

Jared, a 17-year-old boy, struggles with his forbidden desires for his stepmother, Elena. After a dinner where her presence overwhelms him, he retreats to his room, consumed by fantasies of her. Using lube, he masturbates while imagining Elena in explicit scenarios. ********************************* Jared’s heart pounded as he shut the door to his room, the weight of the evening’s dinner still lingering in his mind. His stepmother, Elena, had been there, her presence a constant, intoxicating distraction.

I answer; selfishly wishing she wasn't so distracted and would get back to my cock. "I know this is wrong, but I just want to see it go in," she says sheepishly. We both watch as Shelly's husband continues chomping on Stephanie's tits. With the sound down, we can't hear what she's saying but she appears to be giving him more direction and he releases her breasts and positions his black monster against her widespread pussy. "Looks like you're going to get your wish," I tell her as Rob/Ron leans on Stephanie's thighs, spreading them farther apart and guides his over-sized cock into her splayed open pussy.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Stephanie. You know exactly what I’m talking about. Don’t pretend you don’t know about the thugs you sent after him. Trying to have him beaten, scaring him off? That was low, even for you.” Her smile didn’t falter; if anything, it grew wider. She leaned back, casually crossing her legs as if she were lounging in her own living room. “That’s quite a story, Audrey. But tell me, who’s going to believe it?” She laughed, a cold, chilling sound. “It’s almost funny, really. You, making up tales just to try and turn everyone against me. Very creative.” “Oh, it’s not a story, Stephanie.” I took a step closer, my voice sharp. “I know the truth, and I’m not about to let you of

I lift my head and meet James' eyes, and he looks just about perplexed as I am. "Andrea?" I call in confusion as I revert my gaze to her. And is she smiling? She beams as she closes the distance between us and grips my shoulder. "Elizabeth! I should have known you had something up your sleeves, you sneaky little thing! Do you have any idea what this means?" I arch my brow in silence, stunned by her reaction. "You’re fucking your stepbrother! Behind your parents' backs! That’s so rebellious and freaking sexy!" "Okay, not too loud now." I chuckle awkwardly as I look behind her to make sure no one else will be walking through that door.

I moaned softly around him, the sound coming out muffled as saliva tricked from the sides of my mouth onto his thighs. His taste hit me again—sharp, warm, with a little mix of salt and him—and I couldn’t pull back. Fuck, I didn’t want to. My mind yelled at me. A jumbled mess of “What am I doing?” and “This man is my stepfather” echoed through my head, but my body didn’t care. I kept going, drawing in tight, letting his fingers lead me deeper. He allowed me air when I gagged. “Slowly. Push your tongue out, Miguel. Don’t tense.”

Lucy POV Tonight, me and Matthew, my boyfriend, were supposed to go out to dinner to celebrate our 5-year anniversary because we finally had some free time after 36 hours of consecutive shifts at the hospital. But when I was in front of the door of the resident's rest room, to change my clothes, I heard a weird sound, like a couple having sex. The most clearly heard was the man's voice which made my heart beat wildly because I was well aware of that voice. Because today in that room it supposed to be us and only because we have the same schedule.

Esther informs honestly and Dayos face brightens up. "You would? "He questions in disbelief. "Of course. "Esther assures. "Well one doesn't often find women who are ready to hear one ramble on about another woman. "Dayo states in all honesty. "I'm ready to make the difference. Besides, I might get an inspiration to write a book about her." Esther replies in her ever so strong politeness. Dayo smiles before taking a deep breath and leaving his gaze on his fingers as his mind travels back in time to the beautiful memories he's shared with his late wife. Memories so strong, clear and vibrant as though they happened just yesterday.

He was getting impatient and wanted to know who the girl was. Jules made an inward scowl at how arrogantly he spoke, wishing she could give him a blow to reset his brain, so he could be more respectful. Mr. Harper sighs, not wanting to waste any more of their time. "This is Jules Verne, my new wife, and your stepmother. I want you all to treat her with the utmost respect and do whatever she tells you," Mr. Harper announced. The trio glanced from their father to Jules, who looked as pale as a ghost. "Oh God save me," she prayed inwardly, as she felt their piercing gaze on her.

I swallowed hard as I heard the office door shut close in a way that made it known to me I was only now left alone with Adrian and I was starting to feel so clumsy all over again when I attempted taking steps forward but I was surprisingly able to remain off the floor until I reached him who stood by his desk, casually leaning against it with both hands lost in the pockets of his pants and his eyes said something I couldn't bring myself to read because I just couldn't hold his gaze for longer than a minute. "Hi" I greeted stupidly with a small wave of my hand "Hi" he echoed back in response and the sound of his voice alone was enough to get my heart racing but it drummed alot harder when he