Novel & Cerita Wife Humiliates Sissy Husband

“You are one slut are you not? The nerve you fucking had to brag about some insignificant male before me.” “Why shouldn’t I talk about him? He is my husband!” She repeated with humor lingering in her tone. “You are a whore. Really. You fuck around with every male that offers his dick to you. Have some fucking self-respect.” She didn’t know where the words were coming from but seeing him so worked up made her play along. She let out a snicker. “Well if you have the right to fuck around so do I.” “Yeah? Well, I don’t give a fuck about your pussy husband. You are coming with me.” He announced much to her amazement.

She laughed sarcastically. "Can't you notice, Dianna? That came right out of your mouth. Go ahead, think about everything, and then ask yourself again if it's not really possible that your husband is cheating on you behind his back." Tears came to my eyes which I immediately wiped away. I couldn't move, until Chelsea hugged me.

If he’d hit her, violated her, then it was because she was disobedient and unteachable, and where a woman was to keep her mouth shut and let her husband lead her astray, her husband could make all the absurd decisions as he liked without getting blamed for his stupidity. “What would you do, dear Guilia, if you remembered how I made you strip in front of my boyfriend? Will you climb that podium and announce to our guests or the society at large that you were naked in front of us, begging to be fucked ruthlessly because you’ve never had good sex for a very long time?” My lips parted slightly and then my jaws dropped lower as cold chills sprinted down my skin. Fighting back the tears that burne

“Apologize to her.” My heart shook violently. He wanted me to apologize to Lily. I swayed slightly, my knees threatening to give out. I was his lawful wife. And he wanted me to apologize to the woman who had humiliated me, who stood wrapped in his arms while our marriage was mocked in public. My lips trembled. I couldn’t speak. The room blurred. Seeing me falter only made my best friend angrier. She shoved past me, pointing at David. “How dare you?” she shouted. “Alice is your wife!”

He stands up to his feet and sweeps her from the ground. "Let's have sweet fun tonight," He winks at her, and she hides her face in his chest shyly. How she's shy around this man even after getting married to him is still crazy. This is how she has always been, but she thought that it would get better as time went by, but turns out that she will never stop being shy around him. He walks into the bathroom, and as soon as they get in, he drops her carefully on her feet as they both stand in front of the mirror. He hugs her from the back as they both stare at their reflection in the mirror, and her cheeks burn red in excitement and embarrassment.

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.

She held her throat and her eyes Popped out as she coughed. Her complexion had turned red. She was helped to her feet with her eyes red. She was greatly ashamed of herself and couldn't raise her head up. Many customers that passed by looked at them. They had created a scene already. Betty felt displeased with Jenny's attitude. Does getting married to a cripple make her temper fiery? " This is for bad-mouthing my husband. When next you say unpleasant words against my husband, I will deal with you" Jenny bellowed Many women applauded her and called her an ideal woman. Every woman should stand up for her husband and not allow anyone to say humiliating words at her husband.

The scene cut to an interior to show her entering and off to the side was a tall, well-dressed man with his pants down around his ankles as he drove himself into the ass of a pretty Hispanic woman in a maid's outfit. The socialite paused and shot a look of disgust at the man who was probably supposed to be her husband. "The cheating husband! Of course!" Trish called out. "Fucking the staff and she's not happy about it." Ben assumed that as well from her expression. "Fuck! He's really going to town on that poor girl's ass," she mumbled, and Ben glanced at her. The main actress said some bitter things to her husband who continued to pound until he pulled out and finished on the maid's ass.

He sat on the couch in front of me and raised an eyebrow with a playful smirk. "You're pretty ruthless." Looking up indifferently, I met his gaze and replied, "The same goes for you." He deliberately wore his shirt loose to show off his abs, exuding a rebellious, defiant attitude. From the way he looked, I knew he was my husband for this life, Jerome. In my past life, I'd seen him a few times at Hanson family banquets. He'd always come off as a playboy who couldn't stay away from women. I just didn't expect the wedding itself to be this absurd.

" Nate yelled. "You love her?" I found it ridiculous. I walked up to Nate and swung my arm, slapping him hard across the face. He nearly fell out of his wheelchair. He was stunned. It was probably the first time since we had gotten married that I had ever hit him like that. Grace screamed. "How dare you hit him?!" I backhanded her across the face. "I won't just hit him. I'll hit you too." Nate struggled to get up. I kicked him straight in his broken leg, and his face turned pale from the pain.