Wife Humiliates Sissy Husband Novels & Stories

Memories of sweeter times flooded back, and the regret hit her all at once. So she said it. "Let's end this. I'll give you and your family a payout. Leave and go as far from here as you can." Thomas nearly lost his mind. "What? You can't just do that!" Renee didn't engage. "I can, because the person I love is my husband." She searched everywhere and finally tracked William down in a small town. The face she knew so well didn't show a flicker of anything when he saw her.

“Tell your husband how much better we fuck you, slut. Look into the camera.” I turn my head toward the lens, mascara ruined, lips swollen, voice wrecked. “He’s… so much bigger… so much better than you, Jake… I’m never going back to your tiny dick…” The men laugh and keep using me even harder. Just as Mr. Reynolds is about to fill my pussy, the front door opens. My husband walks in.

Hugging her knees against her still pounding chest, she placed her head in between them before she finally let down the torrents of tears she had been keeping at bay ever since she heard those denigrating and highly insulting words from the man who was legally her husband. Never in her entire existence had she ever felt so humiliated before. And she had received her fair share of insults— from being called a ruffian to a thief, a street urchin and lots more. Even he himself had called her some insulting names like cheap, filthy, evil, phony, two-timing devil-incarnate and so on. But even those vile, denigrating names had never pained and hurt her as deeply as what he just uttered to her a fe

I still need to impregnate you with my millions of sperm tonight. "Your shamelessness is back again." Using her gloves, Lihua hit her husband's shoulder. "I'll only be shameless and be a battered husband to you, my queen!" The young man sweetly smiled and opened the door for his wife. Once Lihua got inside, he closed the door and hurriedly turned towards the driver's seat.

I rolled my eyes at him and he said still acting innocent. "My wife is really dominating me, what if someone will see this great Justin Merchant tolerating his wife's torture?" Really Mr. Hubby? Well let me play along with you as well. "Oh, such a pitiful woman I am. My husband thinks I'm dominating and torturing him. Well I won't force him, he can go and find a new wife for him if he thinks so." I said making a pitiful face as well. But he suddenly came and hugged me tight. "I'm sorry... I was joking." he was so tensed.

The she was moaning again under her hot and insatiable husband. It seems like her husband is tireless in bragging in her femininity. His movements didn't slow down even a little bit, it became more aggressive and hard. And for the third time, she came hard. Hera thought that she and Clinton were done having sex because Clinton took wet wipes and used them to clean her womanhood which was already red, after cleaning her, Clinton followed by cleaning himself. That was why when her husband pulled her up gently from lying on the sofa to sit, she gasped loudly.

Jim: "Mom, I AM more man than that wimp you call a husband, aren't I?" Sue: [Taking hold of his gigantic organ and his swollen testes, squeezing one and hefting the other to gauge its pendulous weight.] "Sweetheart, you are MUCH more man than that sissy. Your ten inch babymaker is so huge, so strong, and so virile. It's at least three times the length and volume of that spineless husband of mine. I am your slave; I will do anything for you. I must have you...I need that cock inside of me, touching me where your father never did, never could."

My husband, Jaxon Murray, was a renowned medical expert and owned a big company. He was participating in a clinical drug trial when someone tampered with his medication. Under the influence, he ended up entangled with an intern—ninety-nine times, right there on the lab table. When he regained clarity, he rushed home, locked himself in the bathroom, and submerged himself in the tub without food or water as he waited for me to return from work. "Lauren," he said, "my medication was switched during the trial. I made a terrible mistake. But I paid her off and had her dismissed. She'll never appear before me again." I wept miserably, clutching my belly that had once again failed to carry life.

“You are not allowed to say her name in this room. I thought you knew that already. Just so you know, I thoroughly enjoyed causing discord between them. “Hafsa laughed like a maniac as she imagined the shocked face of the little witch. She was brought out of her sadistic mind by the sound of a slap that resonated in the room. She heard the sound before she felt the pain. The shock on her face was like no other. This was the first time her husband had slapped her and for what? A witch! She stood up with one hand on her reddening cheek and the other on her waist.” You slapped me for a whore’s …” before she completed her sentence another heavy blow landed on her other cheek. “She was never a wh

replied Fransis. "Then, why now are you telling me to lower my legs? Are you senile or something? " Sonia said sarcastically, making Fransis glare at the girl. “I told you to sleep comfortably on the bed, not just stepping on my stomach with your one leg! You think my stomach is going up ?! ” replied Fransis no less cynically. The girl turned her attention to one of her feet, it turned out that it was true that she stepped on the husband, how insolent a wife who steps on a husband. She immediately lifted her leg with a guiltless grin.