The Stepford Wives Audiobook Novels & Stories

I quietly widen the door to my room, turned off the lights and sat on the reading table, peering directly to my hunky stepuncle in their bedroom, fucking his wife and letting the sounds of their love-making wash over me as I eagerly pushed down my panties, parted my legs open and slid my fingers wetly over my tight little pussy. I could see his wife's face scrunched up with passion as her gorgeous husband gripped her tightly by the hips and pushed into her again and again. Her breasts were much larger than my small little cups, and they swayed heavily beneath her as my stepuncle hands gripped her ass tightly and fucked her with deep strokes.

I was sobbing and begging by the fourth edge. “Please… I can’t take it anymore,” I whimpered, tears running down my cheeks. “I’m your good little stepsister slut… please let me cum… I’ll do anything…” Conrad and Jeremiah looked at each other with dark, satisfied smiles. “There she is,” Jeremiah said softly. “Our perfect, desperate stepsister. Begging so pretty for us.” Conrad finally nodded. “You’ve been such a good girl. Time to let our good little stepsister slut cum hard.”

My pussy was swollen and raw, every thrust now bordering on unbearable and yet I chased the next wave with a primal, animalistic hunger. At some point, the headphones were lifted. The noise of the world rushed back in—the sound of their heavy breathing, the mechanical hum of the toys, and their voices. Elden’s voice was a dark caress: "Look at her. Fucking dripping. She’s completely gone. Still begging for it even when she can't speak." Brent: "Our perfect little whore. Look how she takes it." Arden: "Say it, baby. Even through the gag. Tell us who you belong to."

My name. New article. Different outlet. Bigger one. EXCLUSIVE: Audio Recording Surfaces Of Voss Stepdaughter — “I Think I’m Falling For Him” I closed my eyes. Opened them. Called my lawyer. “I saw it,” he said immediately. “Caden, this audio combined with the photo — the board isn’t going to wait until morning. Henderson just texted me. Emergency call. Tonight. Eleven pm.” Forty-three minutes from now. “Fine,” I said. “Set it up.”

Then my mother died during the Turning Ceremony, and everything changed. My father remarried quickly. Sophia was brought into the house — softer than me, more charming, more effortlessly likable. I, the unstable half-blood, became a problem to them. My stepmother said I needed to be kept at home, that my power was too dangerous, that one slip in front of outsiders would disgrace the entire family. My father hesitated at first, then gradually believed her words and let her shut me away completely. So I was locked in the attic. Heavy curtains over every window, someone posted at the door at all times, and no way to see Adrian or reach him.

~~ Vaugha~~ I walked toward her bedroom door. Each step felt like I was walking toward a cliff. My wife’s words echoed in my head, begging me to help our girl. She had no idea she was sending a wolf to talk to a lamb. I reached the door. It was slightly ajar, a crack of shadow spilling into the hallway. I didn't knock. I just pushed it open and stepped inside. "I want to be alone," her voice came from the darkness. It was small, cracked, and heavy with tears.

“For you? I’d start a war.” My smile lingered, softer this time. Today was supposed to be perfect, first, it's our fifth wedding anniversary. Then the expansion of Provost's empire. And now… this, my hand drifted to my stomach before I could stop it, resting there for just a second. Randy paused at the podium, his eyes sparking the way it always does when he is about to say something important. I straightened as Linda’s fingers tightened around my arm. “Here it comes,” she whispered.

, she asked, adjusting her dress properly and blocking out all noise, making her way to her stepfather, ignoring the shock she could clearly see painted on some people’s faces, like they couldn’t believe their kind Hartie Rothschild could go years without any communication with her older sister. There was more they didn’t know. Her stepfather glanced at her with a controlled expression, neither disgust nor joy present on his features. Brilliant actors, the whole family. “Happy birthday, stepfather”, she whispered softly, stretching out her present to him from her bag. He smiled tightly and directed his assistant to drop it among the pile of presents, even though it was small and could get lo

He spanks me again, harder, my ass burning, and pulls my hair, yanking my head back, making me arch. “Take it, Tess,” he growls, and I’m coming, my second orgasm a brutal pulse, my pussy milking his cock, slick dripping down my thighs. The mourners’ voices hum outside—guests right there, clueless—and it makes me wetter, the taboo of my stepfather fucking me while they wait.