Wife Humiliates Sissy Husband 소설 & 이야기

I had thought marrying him would mean a happy life, but on the very first day, he was already using his status as my husband to control and humiliate me. I refused to let him trample over me. "That's nonsense!" I shouted back. "You're abusing your authority to humiliate me. If you really do it, I'll call the cops right away!" My words infuriated him. In the next second, his hand struck my face with a force so violent it sent me crashing against the wall. My head spun, my vision blurred, and I slid weakly to the floor.

Heather was explicit that she did not provide sexual services but apparently there was no rule about someone's partner doing that. Marissa began to taunt her husband and he began to moan. As you might expect, Robert's weakness and need to submit was one subject. But a surprise to me was she included the humiliation of being exposed to a beautiful stranger (me) was also a topic. As she began stroking him with more vigor, she added that she wanted to fuck me instead of him. That appeared to arouse him further as he groaned and asked his wife for permission to cum. "You know what that means, don't you?" Marissa asked her husband.

“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.

"And Laura's lying right next to them, too! It's so thrilling! Calvin's always had a thing for taking risks." "I bet Dorothy's riding the edge in that doll. Her physical body's probably trembling in the apartment she leased." "Look at Laura's stupid face! She probably thinks Calvin's just horny and jerking off. LOL!" "All credit goes to Deedee's acting—innocent sweetheart by day and sexy silicone doll by night. She's playing Laura for a fool!" "Calvin is in a league of his own, honestly. He's fooling around with his mistress while his wife lies beside him. Talk about bravado."

My back arched and breasts jiggled, knees buckled and I bite back a moan. “I gave you a choice, be my slave or wife, and here you chose the former. Tell me, Hazel, what am I ought to do if my wife is squirming in the arms of another male, batting her lashes at him, and pressing this,” he smacked across my bare bottom hard and I winced shutting my eyes. “This body of a temptress against him,”

he said quietly. But I could see the anger behind his calm. "I didn’t humiliate you," I said, lifting my head, my voice sharper now. "This is my house. You are my husband. And this is my family. This is our property. You're the one who brought her here and into my bedroom. So you’re the one who humiliated me....You’re the one who humiliated me first." Ryan stood. His jaw clenched. His mouth was twitching. Just like the last time we talked, when I told him I wanted to leave.

You need to help retain some of my dignity. "Hah, dignity? You're now handicapped. You've lost your shares and your power. You're just a useless man. You're lucky that you still have air in your lungs. Dignity is a luxury. Would you still need it?" Sylvia spoke in a voice full of disdain and resentment. "All these years, I was your wife by name. But you have never looked me in the eye. You've only treated me like a piece of furniture while you lived a life of debauchery out there!

I stared at the comments in front of me, wondering if I was hallucinating. [Wild! Wild indeed! Lily will die never knowing that her husband is getting busy right in front of her face.] [This is why I pay for the VIP subscription! Look at them go. They’re in hog heaven.] I looked down. The mini pigs were still at it. The one on top was even letting out satisfied grunts. His movements became even more frantic after noticing my gaze. The comments accelerated.

“Drop the act you slut. How else did you get pregnant for you brat. I can’t even believe I was stupid enough to want to have sex with you.” “You cold hearted bastard!” “Hit a nerve did I?” He laughed mockingly and finished his drink. His phone rang. “Hey babe? Yeah I am home. Thanks for the wonderful evening-“ He pushed past me and went upstairs. I stood there like a statue, tears of humiliation rolling down my cheeks as I listened to my husband speak to him mistress.

“Hah-haha. On the contrary, I think they’re a match made in heaven. Did you not see his wife putting on airs earlier? She behaves as if her husband’s a billionaire or something when he’s actually just a tramp. What a joke.” Each mocking voice was louder than the last. Their jeering echoed through Daryl and Ivanna’s ears and left them feeling very uneasy. Ivanna could not stand it anymore. She had done her utmost to seize the opportunity to vent the anger she felt for Faye, but as a result, she was the one humiliated again. She could not control her emotions anymore, so she loudly yelled, “Hey, what are all of you saying, huh?! Who says that my husband is not rich? The money he makes in a mon