All Comments on 'Becoming A Slut Wife: Ripley'

Another great story from one of my favorite writers. The ending was different and I liked it. I know others will try to tell you how to write but it is your story so keep up the good work.

But it was a good/painful story.

But I really did feel really bad for the guy more than anything else, but she screwed him over for her fun and he's just too hosed to ever be with anyone else because of it.

Fantasy is one thing

fucking scores or men for months on end is not part of the fantasy.

Fucking that guy (PHIL?) the 1st time for three nights in a row on a Business trip is NOT a fantasy. Moreover she decided NOT to me tell him!!! ... either early in the ahem ..."marriage" ...or later om.

she said

>>> "Please try and forgive me baby. We have a great marriage and I don't want to be without you."

so after a fanstay fling sis she go and tell her husband that she was being blackmailed-- which could be construed as a form of rape by this guy-- to get his support? Nope..

Instead she drugged her husband and was willing to eisk his Death KILL him... then she in fact has Killed him with the AIDs virus

he should of beaten and raped and killed her. I would of . Throwing a bucket of water on her doesnt cut it ... the husband is wimp

Female to male transmission of HIV, in the absence of other STDs or genital mutilations to provide an opening for the partners' blood to mix, is just not mechanically likely. HIV has only been shown to be viable in blood and seminal fluid; seminal fluid often comes into contact with a partner's blood during anal intercourse, and sometimes comes into contact with a partners blood during vaginal intercourse, but for transmission to go the other way her blood has to mix with his blood. For anyone who doubts me, I can provide Medline references to support this assertion, and to provide explanations for the statistics from third world countries where the presence of other STDs and similar factors make mixing of blood during intercourse more common.

Really well done.

The ending was sad, but... that happens.

Nice job.

DJ

One of your better stories. It wasn't a happy ending, but with the number of stories you write, you manage to make them all different. The sex scene was hot. Keep writing. I'm always happy to see a new story from you when I sign on.

could handle." How does she know? Also, "I love you and I wish last night had never happened." She didn't regret the years of betrayal, but to her, last night was a mistake.

As this is a fantasy story, I will continue the fantasy in my head. Every bit of money that he had was put to two things. Number 1 was informing every single person that knew her, from the doctor that delivered her to the janitor that vacuumed the office she worked in and everyone in between, just what kind of cheating slut she was with pictures and evidence of HIV. Number 2 would be buying one of those exotic real-lifelike dolls that costs thousands of dollars. Because I wouldn't touch her with a ten foot pole after this, unless I was beating her with it.

I know a fantasy...but also some truth you cheat and have unprotected sex and you could kill that mate you say you love. In swapping or cheating not wearing a condom can be death or or sickness sad story

when all the men were fucking her in his house,he should went got some gas and burn everything in the house up.

Man, Sometime I hate you so much!!!!! You get me all worked up with these stories. hahaha I was looking for more revenge from him and got HIV. Great ending. Sad as hell though.

Keep them coming Bob, your work is greatly appreciated.

Charleybear

No winner here, only losers... like forever.

DJ

He's already walking dead. I'd torture the bitch and make her curse God, her family and everything in this world. She would pray for death. Being very careful to keep her alive and in extreme pain for as long as possible. Not one pleasure would she ever feel again, only incredible pain. After all, she has selfishly killed him. Brutal and painful death to the whore

Most folks don't like JPB's stories. Shoot, I don't like most of 'em. But Bob doesn't pull any punches in this one. You play, you pay. It's sad that the hubby got the gift that keeps on giving. Ballsy story, JPB. Thank you.

Great until the end, You'v got to be kidding me!!!

He should have shot all the SOB`s--Then made her suffer with each shot---HA HA HA BITCH

She is not a slut wife...she is a whore. After receiving the pictures, she could have went to her husband and told him the truth. She may have lost him, but maybe this might have saved her husbands life (you know the husband she professes to love) and also her own. Instead she kept quite about it and sentenced herself, her husband, and all those men to death. She just wanted to have her fantasies come true. That is intirely wrong. If she want that lifestyle she should have explained herself to her husband and taken the rap. Instead everyone dies...The End

Really out of your normal style. What's with The continued screwing of the ex and getting HIV usually your male charators wouldnt be so wimp ass. I gave a one star based on the character of the man NOT THE WRITING UDABEST

I would kill the bitch and make sure she knew before her death. Maybe some slow poison, or something that builds up in the system. Then I would go on and tell her...what are the police and the judicial system going to do put you on death row. You all ready are.

you either love him or you hate him.......hated this one. he should have shot the bitch.

every stinking one has to pay hard. TK U MLJ LV NV

Michael Thomas, Knight in Shining Armor, is a totally wimped out moron!!! Bad enough he stayed/let her stay after what she did but to be foolish enough to bang her over and over even after giving her that speech about catching some kind of disease or bringing it home to him......they deserve each other.

Well if she gave her husband HIV then he should have killed the cunt. He is just a wimp no balls coward. Didn't like it. It could have been a great revenge burn the cunt story, but instead it leaves the reader empty at the end like the Writer was looking for a quick exit.

If someone gave you HIV and you stay in any kind of contact with that person other than for revenge. Then you are the wimpiest of possible wimps. Even JPB can't argue that one!

Nice story and the perfect ending for this couple.

Have you NO self esteem?

NO self worth??

NO concept of LOYALTY that people close to you MUST have???

Have ALL the women on the earth died & so it's her pussy or no pussy?

Even in that situation, I would prefer to go without.

>>>The ONLY THING that makes pussy of value and special to someone (older than 16) is the woman the pussy is attached to!!!!<<<

PLEASE!!! Grow a pair!! PLEASE!!! GROW - A - PAIR!!!

Jeez!!

what would you do then.. just go around infecting women with the HIV. Or just use your hand to take care of yourself, he's using her for sex.. pussy is pussy

But first, I really enjoyed the story, JPB. Masterfully told, as usual.

My wife swore her only extra marital affair was a one time only thing. The problem was, my company had a software glitch and most of us were sent home. It's the age old cliché, home in the middle of the day and wondering who's car is parked in your driveway. We'd been married for 4 years when it happened, we'd been talking about starting our family, we both wanted a boy and girl.

Wondering who had stopped by, I didn't think too much about it and walked around the back yard to go in through the kitchen door, because it was about to rain and I'd left the push lawn mower out. After pushing it out of the rain, I walked around to go in the kitchen door, passing the bedroom window which was open. Even though in my late 20's I thought my heart was going to stop and wasn't able to catch my breath. Sneaking in through the door, I took my phone and put it on camera and walked to the bedroom door. It wasn't closed all the way and it was easy to stick my head in along with my phone.

There she was on a hot summer day with the window open and they were on top of the covers, naked as hell. She was on top and stroking her cunt up and down his cock, which wasn't anything to write home about, probably a little smaller than my own. Definitely not as thick. I took about 10 pictures with him sucking on her tits and letting her ride his cock. Then I put my phone away and walked in. My wife screamed, rolled of his cock that was just starting to shoot cum all over his belly and started crying. Her boyfriend jumped up and bent down to pick up his clothes. When he stood up, somehow, my elbow caught him (accidently!) alongside the head and dropped him, about half unconscious. After a couple seconds, he grabbed his stuff again and ran from the room. I finally recognized who he was, her old high school boyfriend.

I hadn't said a word. My wife was on the bed, crying like she was about to be dragged to the death chamber. Grabbing the end of my dresser, I began dragging it from the room and down the hall, through the living room to the spare bedroom on the other end of the house. Then I went back and took all my clothes and gear from the closet and closed the door behind me, leaving her crying alone in what was formerly our bedroom. Going into the living room, I unhooked the TV and moved it into my bedroom, along with our laptop computer. I had everything I needed, right in my room.

It took a few hours but eventually there was a timid knock at my door that I didn't answer and after a little while, she left. Over the next few hours, she knocked on my door at least four times and the last time she turned the knob, to find it was locked. I heard her crying when she left for her own room. I watched TV and set up my new bedroom over the next few hours. When my stomach began growling, I noticed it was late and realized it was dinner time. Shrugging into my jacket, I left my room, locking it behind me. I could smell food cooking but ignored it and left. I went to a little sports bar and grill and watched a game while I ate a hamburger and had a couple beers. When I got home, my wife had cleaned the kitchen and was no where to be seen. I supposed she was in her bedroom, but truthfully, I didn't care at all.

The next morning, I was up early, took a shower in the main bathroom. When I got up I didn't hear anything, but after I got out of the bathroom, I could hear and smell her cooking breakfast. Dressing quickly, I left without saying anything or looking in the kitchen. After a call to my boss saying I had a family emergency, I spent the day opening an account at a new bank and moving all of our money into it, which was only a couple thousand dollars. My wife worked as a waitress and made good money, could use our old account, which I took my name off of. I also called and closed the account of our one single credit card, it didn't take much to pay it off.

When I got home that night, she was in the living room waiting. She tried to stop me, telling me (tearfully) that we needed to talk, but I walked past and ignored her like she didn't exist. To me, she had truly ceased to exist in my world. With her following me, screaming at me to talk to her, but I just went into my bedroom and closed the door, locking it behind me. I'd stopped and picked up a burger to go and ate it in my room.

In order to not listen to her, I dug out a pair of headphones and plugged them into the TV. That way, no matter how much she banged on the door, I couldn't hear that or her crying. Eventually she began sliding notes under my door by I just slid them out and left them on the hallway floor, unopened and unread. Truthfully, I didn't care the reason. It meant absolutely nothing, just the fact she'd taken something away from US and gave it to HIM, was enough for me.

This began my new life. I ignored her like she didn't exist, because she didn't. Each morning she would be up before me, sometimes meeting me at my bedroom door with a plate of breakfast. I simply pushed past her and left. The same thing with dinner, she would have it done and waiting when I got home, but I ignored her and went to my room. The house was spotless, only she lived in it, I guess, and there wasn't much to clean up. It was at that point, she changed her methods. She invited some friends over. They were there when I got home and everyone was waiting on me to get home to start eating. We'd done things with this couple since we'd been married and I suppose she figured I'd buckle.

I invited Rich to go out and get a drink with me, ignoring my wife. He agreed, but after we ate dinner. I turned and went to my bedroom, put on my headphones and began watching TV. If anyone beat on the door, I didn't hear it. When my evening shows were over, I went out to pee before bed, to find them talking in the living room. Ignoring them all, I used the bathroom, returned to my room and went to sleep.

Over the next few weeks, it was first her parents, who I ignored after inviting her dad out to get a drink and him refusing. Then it was my parents, who flew in from a few thousand miles away, but when I invited dad out, he agreed and we went to my favorite sports bar. I explained what happened and that in my eyes, she was no longer my wife. He commiserated and while he understood what and why I was doing, he didn't condone it. I should confront it head on. He dropped that when I told him that should I do that, they would both be dead and I'd be in prison. After we got home and I hugged my mom, then told her goodnight and went to bed.

My folks were still there when I left for work in the morning and were still there when I got home. This time, both my mom and dad went out with me and we talked it over. They agreed that a confrontation wouldn't be for the best if it put me in prison. When we got back to my place, they came into my bedroom, where I'd also moved a small couch and we spent a few hours chatting and watching TV with the door locked. Karen knocked and tried the door a couple times but left and we could hear her crying. That made my wife cry and the night was ruined. They left the next morning after I went to work.

That was our life until my wife quit trying to cook for me, then I began getting up early, fixing a breakfast for myself and then a sack lunch. At dinner, I would cook for myself and if Karen showed her face, I took it to my room. She began to look awful, with huge rings under her eyes and she looked tired.

What she did next caught me offguard but I got out of it without hurting her. She waited for me to come in after work and then threw her arms around me, holding my arms to my side, hugging me. Begin exactly 12" taller than her. I merely looked forward and didn't react. I just stood there quietly. She continued to hold me for what seemed like forever and when I didn't react and stood there like a mummy, she took the opportunity to try and talk, telling me how much it didn't mean anything. The moment she began to try and talk, I shrugged her off and went into my room.

It's been like this for three years, four months and 19 days now. I haven't spoken to her, not a single word since I caught her in bed with her boyfriend. I haven't even really looked at her. I don't celebrate her birthday, Christmas or do anything with her. She was shocked to find we no longer had a joint account and at the end of each month, I left a check on the table for half of all the bills and not one penny extra. She got the idea and began to pony up for her half. I believe it was at that point where she realized we were nothing more than roommates that didn't interact at all.

She was disappointed on her birthday when I didn't get her anything, but she certainly shouldn't have been surprised. On my birthday I found a present in front of my door, which I moved to the side and left it. After a week, it disappeared. On Christmas she waited until the last second and went out to buy a Christmas tree, then decorated it alone, something we used to do together. I noticed presents under it, but there was nothing from me. Early on Christmas Eve I flew out to my folks, leaving Karen home alone and my door locked. I came home on January 2nd to noises coming from Karens bedroom. She was fucking someone again and that wasn't something I was going to allow inside my house. That was something for her to do somewhere else.

Her door was locked so I kicked it in. He was on top of her, just pounding away until I walked in and she began screaming at me. It was the same guy and when he jumped out of bed, I didn't say a word, just grabbed him by the throat and slammed him backward into the wall, slamming the back of his head through the sheetrock. I was trying to catch a stud to really fuck him up, but kept missing and put about 7 or 8 holes in the wall trying. Finally I let go of him and like the time before, he snatched up his clothes to run and I let him go, just walking to my bedroom and locking it behind me. Neither of them called the police and reported it.

The next few days were quiet. She didn't say anything to me just like I wanted. Then one day when I walked home from work, she was waiting. She screamed at me she had a right to a life and if we weren't a couple anymore she could fuck anyone she wanted. As usual, I didn't respond and went to my room. After that, Karen began going out and not coming home until the next day. I kept hoping she wouldn't come home at all and I could go back to living normally.

Then one day Karen came home from one of her fuck dates in the late morning or early afternoon. I was in the backyard with my date, a girl a couple years younger than Karen and in much better physical shape. REALLY a fun girl. We were BBQ'ing and were having a good time. We didn't cook anything for her and as she traveled past us, my date asked me if that was the slut I was living with. I laughed and told her, yes, it was. I saw Karen's face get red and she stopped, but then kept going. She had a dress on and Kim (my date) asked me if I saw something drop, she thought a glob of cum dripped out from the sluts cunt. I heard her cry and she ran into the house.

Kim felt awful for talking like that. She really did and apologized, profusely. We ended up having fun and afterward, went to her house where I spent the night. Karen was in tears when I showed up on Sunday morning, knowing she wasn't the only one getting laid. She was hurt and hurt badly. Why I don't know, she thought she was the only one that should get laid?

So that's my story. 3 years, four months and 19 days now and I still haven't spoken to her and have no plans to. She can move out with her boyfriend and get a divorce. I've been taking my extra money in cash and have it put away where no one can find it. Someday, she'll get tired of what she'd putting us through and her boyfriend will talk her into marriage. I'm not holding my breath but I keep hoping it will happen.

He just keeps her around to fuck her? Even that is too much for the bitch. Get yourself on the best HIV cocktail you can, move away, say to San Francisco and get on with your life. Lots of people survive HIV. No need to stick around the bitch!

I would have shot each and every one of the ass holes in the nuts. then shot ripley in the guts so I could watch her die slowly and painfully.

This has to be the dumbest plot I have ever seen!

Knowing I have HIV thanks to my wife's whoring ways, I would have burned the bitch alive on the back yard and then invite her relatives to a bar-b-q to celebrate the occasion.

She in no way is a woman here, am sure she has a insurance policy oh her, he could have her beaten to death, & framed one of the lucky seven, get the money live a life of medical excess. Hiv+ individual can live a full life with strong medical precaution & care.

I have fantasies about having sex with the teenage boy who mows my yard. But it is only a fantasy. Nothing wrong with that. But if I act out the fantasy with him, that fantasy becomes a felony crime! She had a fantasy about having sex with a black man. No harm. Just a harmless fantasy. But the first time she turned that fantasy into a reality, she dealt a killing blow to their marriage. She deserved to die and every man who made her forsake her marriage deserves to die also. These stories so rarely show STD or HIV as results of infidelity. And in those few examples that do, the faithful husband is always one to succumb.

Ol' Wimpy the Cuck should have blown the mother fuckers away as soon as he saw them slippin' Ripley the Twat the ol' tube steaks!

Only a fiction and/or fantasy story? OK,Wimpy should have stuck the barrel of the gun up Ripley the Twat's asshole and pulled the trigger!

And what was all that bullshit of using her fantasies as an excuse to fuck the Jungle Bunny,and not just once but every time she went to St. Louis? And to live out her other fantasy she added two more spades to the mix?Twice a year? Then to add to the betrayal she slips him a mickey so she can take on 7 in their own home? WTF?!!!

Finally she gives him the ultimate gift,HIV!

A SICK fucking story that should have ended with a nuclear detonation!!!

This was a dark story even for you. I enjoyed the read as I do most of your stories. As for the cowardly lion's who proclaim themselves as Conan the Barbarian on steroids: talk is cheap! Please keep writing, Panther fan

why doest he put a ad in the paper for a hiv positive wiman and tell ripley to fuckin die . this is one of the worst ,and stupidest authors posting on this site

Why do people like this cuck's stories?

One of the problems with being HIV+ is that they encourage you to only have sex with your "Significant Other" on the theory you can't really infect each other again.

In 1985, the US Army was terrified of HIV/AID's because we got our combat blood "on the hoof" as it were. By 1985, there was 23 individual strain's of HIV. I have no idea what it is today but I'm sure like the Rhino Virus (the one that gives us the flu) has over 200 known, and who knows how many mutations?

So let me get this straight she fucked seven or more guys from work gave them HIV so it seems she got it from Phil, Tony or Sam thr black guys in St Louis. Sounds pretty racist if you ask me. White guys safe, black guys you get HIV.

Statistically speaking, the only thing that is a stretch is the idea that Ripley would have had a high probability of giving all 7 of those men HIV in one night instead of over the course of fucking them all for a few weeks since HIV transmission is kind of hit and miss. 44% of new HIV diagnoses last year were african americans (who only make up 12% of the population), so they have by far the highest rate of infection. 3/4 of those HIV cases are black men. Furthermore, only about 35% of those black men are of the age group (adult, 50 and under) that catches the vast majority of HIV diagnoses. That means that adult black men of around similar ages to the couple in the story make up about 2.1% of the population but make up about 33% of new HIV cases, so it's not even like a black man aged 18-50 is slightly more likely to get HIV, they are about 16 times more likely than the population at large. Oh and St Louis has the 2nd highest overall STD rate in the USA, down from their number 1 spot they had held for the last several years. So hypothetically, a woman having unprotected gangbangs with black guys from St. Louis who she does not know very well (and whose sexual history and exploits when she isn't with them is a total fucking mystery) several times a year for several years.......yeah it's not exactly a stretch for the rest of the story to end up as it did.

How does this author get such high scores?

Who likes this type of story.

Cbeating skanks who feel no remorse? Clueless husbands who stay.

Then innocent husband gets aids?

Ripley would be tied up in the basement. All 7.of the guys would be torture until death. One by one. She would watch. Then she would be tortured.

Use a straight egde to shave off her skin. Douse with gasoline. Ignite. Put out the fire.

Use straight edge to shave burnt skin to 3xpose new nerve endings. Douse with gasoline. Ignite. Put her out. Repeat until husband feels better.

It just can’t be worse than this garbage tale.

Too much stupidity and trash in just one lame tale.

Complete trash and waste of time.

What stupid pathetic nonsense wimp brainless disgusting tale.

This writer must be a complete retard to write something so pathetic and cuck.

1* for this crap.

You are nothing but a cock sucking asshole always trying to make something out of nothing. Just a shithead instigator.

It is amazing how all of these Anonymous postings are negative. It never fails to make me smile what cowards these commenters are. How about putting your name on your diatribe? You are all very free with your coarse language and name calling, but too much of a pussy to put your name on it. Probably a bunch of cuckolds sucking their hot wife's lover's cock.

Seriously, one of your worst.

BTW tkh3nkey2110 - made-up usernames on the internet don't really hold much weight, do they?

All I ever read in JPB's comments is what about STD's? He finally gives it to you morons and you still bitch. Reminds me of my first wife. Never fucking satisfied.

5* bitches. That's WHY his scores are high. Some of us vote to counteract you assholes.

why not reckonings for those involved, TK U MLJ LV NV

Still looking for a decent JPB story. Zero for.four so far today.

With every admission there came an excuse. It's not an apology of you don't own it. She was a horrible wife. She lay down with dogs and came up with 10 flees (did I count them right?). Interesting story.

Another ridiculously stupid shit pile from this never was. It's beyond me why people consider him a legend. I can recite the cliche story line to every single one of these drivel puddles in my sleep.

Who dreams these stupid things up?

Well, they are going to die together now.. Her excuse for cheating was poor, she just wanted to fuck around. And ,of course, when you cheat, someone ALWAYS has a camera or cell phone to record their triumph, and has something to blackmail with.... Who knows with whom the whore got the hiv from but at least 10 or more are going to die a slow death... sad bad story worth 1 star

What about the cheaters ex=wives ? Some of them should have HIV as well.

Not the tired HIV angle again...

The story was written 14 years ago, everyone copied JPB.

It doesn't matter who came up with it first, it's an overused and dull plot device.

Well. Just when I think I couldn’t read another story that was more depraved, I am proven wrong. Wife has been fucking around on him for a long time, with multiple partners, not wearing protection. But she feels that telling him why she drugged him and turned him into a cuchold at his own home, would somehow make a difference?

And then, she gives him the death sentence of aids, and they stay together?

I am sorry, but I need some semblance of believability in a story. This one, was just too far out there.

Bob has written some good stories, and he has written some really bad shit. This might be the worst ever.

a WIMP story 1 star

What a horrible ending!

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ! A waste of my time. Yuck.

Your stories almost always appeal to me because of the type of revenge factor. I'm a "Chop off their feet, fingers, ears and nose " type of revenge reader. Revenge must be permanent and long lasting. Like a branding of the forehead or cheeks. Receiving one punch for a 6 months affair does not begin to satisfy my sensibilities in any way, Thanks for being willing to write as a hard ass.

0 star - really bad story - probably one of the worst you ever wrote.

Thankfully, you do not submit any more on this website.

So, she gave her HIV to the other seven men and then they gave it to their innocent wives and girl friends? Pretty good story but really bad ending.

Just another cuck story.

Good story shit ending

Sick woman. She killed 16 people, including herself.

Stupid man.....and I so feel sorry for him.

Dude,your story sucked.the cheated husband gets no pay back and now his body is exposed to STD! Fuck-n-shit!Next time you make a loving wife story,make sure the victims of cheating gets the upper hand in revenge.Man or woman bye.

Too over the top of Femdom agitprop and too much of a downer for me. Skip it.

Bob’s autobiography.