Amateur Lesbian Wives Novels & Stories

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

The doors slid open. She stepped inside. The doors slid shut. For the first time... Jessica wondered if she knew the man she had married.

Before Elena could speak, Adrian’s phone lit up on the seat between them. A message flashed across the screen. **Ask your new wife if she can swim. Clara couldn’t.** Elena read it. So did Adrian. And this time, the controlled, untouchable Adrian Blackwood looked afraid.

The moment I pushed the door open, I stopped. A family dinner was underway, loud and lively. I ignored the stares and stepped in, eyes burning. "Olivia, did you tell my mom that our marriage is fake?" For a second, I still hoped she would deny it, say it was all a misunderstanding. She didn't. She met my eyes without flinching. "Yes. I thought you could get along with Randall, but you went too far. This is just a consequence." Whatever hope I had left broke apart. I let out a quiet laugh.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

But just because of her this mistake it became a cunning and evil plotting place for Zen to trouble Karan. Even before this we tried to attack Dia thinking the company she was handling was hers but it turned out to be her bestfriends father and I guess she values that old man more than anything. She staying awake and reluctantly working hard got them out of that crisis which occured accidentally as we ployed their rivals. And now he is inside the jail, rotting in hell and thankfully he doesn't have any proof of us being involved in that. But the way she being far from her family and husband keeping her sacred relation on a thin thread helped them was commendable. While her husband turned out

My husband is a workaholic who spends months traveling for business, leaving me and our two young daughters in an empty house for far too long. The loneliness became unbearable. Late at night, after the girls were asleep, I started raiding his hidden collection of lesbian p**n. At first, I told myself it was just something to pass the time, but soon I was hooked. Watching beautiful women kiss, touch, and devour each other awakened something deep inside me. I began fantasizing about soft skin, wet tongues, and eager fingers exploring my body. I craved another woman’s touch more than I cared to admit.

He summoned the entire family, activated every connection he had, and launched a full-scale search for Lina. Within a single day, they found her. Lina threw herself into Marco’s arms the moment she was rescued, and when she saw me, her face twisted into fear. “Aurora, I’m sorry! I’ll stay far away from your husband from now on. Please don’t lock me up in the punishment room again!” It was the first time she called Marco my husband. Marco’s presence turned terrifying. His cold gaze shot toward me like a knife. “Aurora, jealousy has limits! Lina is just a child! The punishment room is for traitors and enemies! She was electrocuted and whipped in there… Do you have any idea she almost died?”

"Maybe. But what about lesbianism, Mom? I heard a story the other day." The fork in Erica’s hand froze mid air. Mom’s knuckles turned white around her wine glass. "What story?" Mom asked, her voice tight. "Just about a woman," I said, keeping my gaze locked on the center of the table. "Married. Very proper. Everyone thinks she’s a saint. But she can’t stop... well, she can’t stop sleeping with her female best friend. Everyone sees it but her husband. You know what's funny? She wouldn't let her daughter who likes girls to date girls, mind you she is sleeping with her own friend, It’s funny, isn't it? How people can be so blind when they are so busy judging everyone else."

, I said. "Trust me I will not fall in love with you ". "And why not? aren't I sexy enough?", I joked. "Of course you are, damn I'm going to flex you as my husband, but I won't because that's my pen secret that could probably jeopardize this whole marriage thing ". "And what's that?". "I'm a Lesbian ", she said. I looked at her shocked, "Wow I did not see that coming ", I said and started laughing. "I know right? my parents are strict catholics, they'll bury me Alive if they ever find out. That's one of the reasons I'm fucking with this whole marriage shit idea, so I can finally flirt around with women publicly and no one gets the idea cuz I'm married".