Wife Cucks Novels & Stories

Wendy's harassment did not last long because something happened to Caleb soon after. After Mary slapped him, Caleb moved out of Wendy's place. Without Wendy's financial support, he lived in a cramped apartment, barely making ends meet. Worse still, the news about him potentially having AIDS somehow got out. Desperate, Caleb went to Wendy for money, but was given an earful. "How dare you show your face? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have become like this!" Wendy shoved him to the ground, pointing at him and yelled, "My husband left me! My mother gives me a hard time every day! Everyone in the family looks at me differently now! This is all your fault!"

“What in the world happened here? Who dares to beat someone else up in the Whitecastle family’s territory?” She turned to look straight at me. When I met her shocked gaze, I sighed and struggled to get up. “You got here right on time, Vanessa! This involves our marriage arrangement. You have to give me an—” She slapped me before I could finish speaking. The sting of it rooted me to the spot. “Redmond Day, how dare you hit my husband? Do you have a death wish?” Looking at Josh, I laughed out of anger and disbelief. I pointed at Vanessa and said, “What gives him the right to call the shots here? Have you gone mad?”

Some scenes may be difficult to read for individuals who have experienced similar situations. Please proceed with caution and prioritize your well-being. Take breaks if needed. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Ethan’s POV “Fuck me harder!! Oh God!!” The woman I’d just met in a club last night was practically screaming on my bed. I was starting to feel turned off. She was way too loud. I moved faster to finish. I hate noisy women in bed—it kills the mood. It wasn't my cup of tea. When I reached my climax, I immediately got up and tossed the condom aside. Straight to the shower. After bathing, I dressed.

My name is Christine Wheeler. I just got married yesterday, and my husband, Matthew Wheeler, already complained about my skills in bed, so he signed me up for the "Wife Training Camp." The guy running it was Peter Sutton. He was extremely well-endowed, the kind that couldn't fit in your mouth. Right after I joined the group chat, he posted the assignment for the day. Every member had to practice their hip movements. We had to make our ass jiggle like Jell‑O, and then film it and post the video in the chat.

Spit poured out, running down my chin. “That’s right,” Millie whispered against my ass, her breath hot entering my asshole, sending shivers everywhere. “You’ll take my husband and his best friend’s cocks.” Two huge black cocks? My head spun as shame burned my edges, but my pussy was soaked, aching to be filled.

And now, standing in front of me in our kitchen, he was attempting to play the role of the wounded, betrayed husband—not because he was actually remorseful for what he’d done to me, but because someone else had answered my distress call before he could control the fallout. "You have got to be absolutely kidding me, Marcus." "I'm completely serious, Elena." "Marcus. Stop." His voice suddenly rose, the control fracturing. "I come home after trying to reach you all night, only to find another man walking my wife through the front door—" "Your wife?" He stopped mid-sentence. I took a deliberate step forward, moving out of the shadows of the foyer and into the harsh light of the kitchen. "Your wi

“It’s about time. He needs to be kept on a tight leash, so he knows his place. Who does he think he is?” “Krystal wears the pants in the house. She built the business from scratch and grew the empire to what it is today. What’s wrong with having a couple of flings on the side? Instead of keeping the issue behind closed doors, he rocked up here and confronted her over the issue.” Amid the scuffle, I was kicked to the ground. Then came a bottle of wine, emptied onto me. “It’s only right to chill him out a bit.” Bottle after bottle of red wine was poured over my head, and I was utterly drenched and humiliated.

“The woman at the front desk, you’re fucking her, right? If you really want to make this right, then why do you still have the audacity to bring her again and fuck her at the house I lived, Jack?” “That’s not true.” “I have pictures, and that woman was more than willing to share your fair share of escapades. My self-esteem’s at its lowest and I’ve been asking myself, on top of the many questions I have already, why did my husband cheat? Is it because I don’t look beautiful enough? Am I not sexy enough? Do I bore him already?” “No. That’s not true.” Jack attempted to go near Hyacinth. She raised her hand to stop him.

One of the men couldn't stand it and clutched his stomach, almost laughing rolling on the floor. Aleandro's face looked gloomy. Laughter did not stop echoing within the private room. Luckily, they were his college friends who were once close. If they were his business partners, Aleandro would have lost face and kicked them all out. "Your wife is really amazing." Joe patted his shoulder, both concerned and amused. “There are hundreds of women who want to climb into your bed. But only your bed partner makes you a cuckold. What are you lacking? Hehehe….” Joe couldn't help but chuckle.

' frowning confusion, I mentally began to go through activities I should have told him but I came short. 'Please sto pretending cause I know.' 'Know what exactly?' 'That the woman before me is my wife!' I felt weak in my knees if I wasn't holding the sofa I would have fallen. 'Do.. Do you remember all?' I whisper. 'Yes and when where you planning to tell me huh?!' 'When you remembered on your own would you accept me if I told you that when you already have a fiancee!' I yeld, how dare he accuse me. 'Sit let me check your temperature.' I gestured to the chair I am glad he remembers but I can't also shake the possibility of him doing so cause his fever is high.