Wife Spanks Husband Novels & Stories

The chicken hopped around for a moment before dropping a steaming pile of poop onto my custom-made designer couch. Then it took off racing around the living room, scattering feathers and dust everywhere. That was the last straw. I pointed at the two women, my voice shaking with rage. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Get out!" Martha Wilson showed no sign of remorse. Instead, she planted her hands on her hips, spat on the floor in my direction, and sneered. "Shut your mouth, you bitch. From now on, we're Ryan's first and second wives. And you think you can throw us out?"

Each word was punctuated with a hard slap to my ass which was already heating up. "Jake cut it out." There were tears because those things stung but inside I was jumping for joy. My man was back and boy was he ever. After spanking my ass he threw me face down on the bed and tore my panties down my thighs. I looked over my shoulder to see him unzipping his jeans. "Don't you fucking move or it's gonna be your ass." I turned my head back around and bit my lip to stifle my laughter. His big hands came around my hips and he pulled just my ass up. I felt his tongue enter me from behind and started cumming immediately. After he'd made me cum in his mouth twice he licked the red welts his hands had

It definitely is. Knowing his next move, I prepared myself to take him into me. I know how huge, long and heavy he is. He is my husband. I just have to take it. ' You mean your fake husband ' A tiny voice in my head reminded me. Unexpectedly, he made me turn on my back and my ass up in the air. He spanked me as hard as I don't expected. It sent pain rippling into me. Pain mixed with pleasure. Oh jeez! He held my legs apart and before I could take the next breath, he had already slammed hard into me.

She can’t remember that her cousin eaves an instruction that her husband will get something in his office making her to stop typing on the keyboard and tried to think about it. Caspian noticed his wife is in a trance and seems to be thinking, “don’t mind me, just do your work,” he suggested to his wife. Steph return her sight and attention onher thing and continued typing but after a second, she paused from typing when she was disturbed by her husband. “What are you looking for there?!” she asked. She is glaring at her husband until he looks at her too with a serious look, “I am looking for my heart,” he joke.

"Oh no, and ruin your mom's happy marriage?" Lila reluctantly raised her arms. "Good girl," Ryan mocked, and delivered a sharp spank to her behind. Lila gasped, stifling a cry. "That's for entering my room without knocking." Another spank landed. "And this is for defying me." A harder spank followed. "And this is for trying to slap me." Another, even stronger. "And this… is for hitting my manhood." He squeezed her buttock hard, making her yelp in pain and anger.

I twisted one hard between my fingers until she whimpered. “Pathetic,” I spat, yanking her head back by her hair. “Your husband can't satisfy you, so you crawl to me. Five fucking years, and you still can’t stop spreading your legs.” Her eyes rolled back, voice filled with lust. “Because no one fucks me like you. No one, Daddy.” I spanked her hard across the ass. The sound echoed in the office, skin turning red. She squealed, but her pussy clenched around my fingers tighter, loving the pain.

“Please… spank me harder.” He laughed, low and cruel. “Listen to you. Begging to be punished like a desperate little cumdump.” His palm came down again — harder — on the same spot, then the left cheek, then back again in a rapid, punishing rhythm. Each loud smack left bright red handprints blooming across her pale ass. “Your husband ever spank you like this? No? Of course not. He probably treats you like a delicate little princess. But you’re not a princess, are you? You’re just a cock-hungry slut who climbed balconies for stranger dick.” “Yes!” Elena sobbed, pushing her ass back into every brutal slap. The pain mixed with pleasure until she couldn’t tell them apart. Her pussy throbbed, leak

I cried out, gripping the edge of the desk as he destroyed me. “Take this dick,” he grunted, pounding me hard. “This is what you came here for, right? Getting fucked better than your useless husband ever could.” “Yes!” I moaned loudly. “Harder, Derrick. Ruin his wife’s pussy. Make it yours.” He spanked my ass hard, the sound echoing through the office. Then again. And again. Each slap sent pleasure shooting through me. “You’re creaming all over my cock,” he groaned. “Such a wet, sloppy married slut.”

Bill spun her away from him, so she'd stop trying to figure him out and bent her over the desk. He was in charge. Manipulating her body to do his bidding. So why did he feel naked in front of a crowd with his dick in his hand? “My fucking wife. Mine," he growled through gritted teeth, holding onto his sanity by a thread. He kicked her feet wide. His palm cracked across her ass, once, twice, three times, turning the skin hot and pink. Images of Dean touching her taunted him. The spanking continued. "Stop being such a fucking asshole," she grunted, but his stinging touch felt like her oxygen.

“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.