Amateur Lesbian Wives Novels & Stories

"Should I talk about my work? Should I mention the gallery project, the one I'm passionate about, the one that gives me a sense of purpose outside of being your wife? Or would that complicate the narrative of the happy, little homemaker?" A flicker of impatience crossed his face. "Your work is fine. It's a hobby. It makes you seem well-rounded." "A hobby?" she repeated, her voice dangerously low. "My career, the thing I've spent years building, the one thing that is truly mine, is a 'hobby' in your carefully constructed narrative?" "It's a secondary pursuit," he clarified, his tone condescending. "It's not the foundation of your life. This marriage is."

At the depraved confession that his wife felt arousal at the insidious defilement by a strange man, Scholar Park's member throbbed as if it would burst. In-young roughly grabbed her husband's hand and shoved it deep into her slick folds, which was already drenched in sweet moisture. "Hah... Feel it." "This lewd cunt, drenched from being violated by the gaze of another man." Taking it a step further, In-young wrapped her arms around her husband's neck, whispering directly into his ear. "Scholar Lee... please ruthlessly pound your cock into my wet cunt...!" The ultimate peak of terrifying lust—a wife calling her own husband by the name of another man.

“She sat at your side for three years. She attended the private events. She saw the crates. And she also heard the names of the people mentioned. Although it’s a pity, but any wife that leaves the family must be dealt with. Especially one that knows too much.” The room went still. Jason looked at each of them calmly. His voice was steady, low, and deadly. “Aria never knew anything.” The words dropped like stones. Reginald raised an eyebrow. “She was your wife.” “She was my wife,” Jason repeated, “but she was never part of this. She thought the gallery deals were legitimate. She thought the late-night meetings were about business. She never saw the real side of our world. And even if she had

So, I asked Celeste, "Why did my wife get you to be with me? Did she say anything to you?" Celeste had gotten dressed and had put on her shoes. Her bags were also packed. "How would I know that? The bottom line is—you have a deal as long as you pay up." Perplexed, I asked, "Are you best friends with my wife, then?" Suddenly, Celeste directed her gaze toward me, her expression extremely seductive. "It seems like your wife hasn't shared anything with you, has she? We used to work at the same club back in the day.

He looks expensive. "Yeah, I see him." I say "Well, that's my husband. We had a fight at home, and now he's trying to make me jealous." "Is this a thing now? Like a trend for couples?" I ask, unable to wrap my head around it. "Oh, no, not at all. We just happened to be with weird partners." She says easily and laughs. "My name is Carol." She says, observing me. "What's your name?" "Uhh... My name is Barry" I respond, trying not to tear my attention from Violet.

And they were all things that I could never have imagined. Seeing my gorgeous wife having super-hot sex with her best friend, Sandy. Sitting on a motel bed naked and jerking off with a cute exotic lesbian right beside me frigging her own pussy. Watching my wife and that cutie finger fucking their cunts for each other, long-distance, and then having my wife watch over the phone as the little vixen jerked me off in the public of our rental car.

"In my eyes, my wife is my goddess. The other women are too ugly. They can't catch my eye." Gabrielle: "..." Amanda couldn't help but roll her eyes. In Lewis's eyes, she was also an ugly woman! Then she heard Lewis's apologetic words, "Amanda, I'm sorry, you are also very beautiful, but in my heart, my wife is the most beautiful!" The corners of Amanda's mouth twitched. How strong was his desire to survive? Gabrielle pushed him. "Say less." Lewis: "Oh! I won't say it anymore. I will only say it to my wife in the future. So, so wife, can you come back to my side now?"

[ A lésbian woman seduces and fúcks her coworker's straight wife to prove a point and ends up enjoying it.] I've been a lésbian for as long as I can remember, and I’ve never hidden it. I fúck women with fire in my veins, and I crave the ones who are deliciously out of reach or secretly off-limits.

Then, two women approached us, their presence commanding attention. “Hi, Aria,” said one of them, extending her hand. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you. I’m Susan, and this is my wife, Emily.” Emily rolled her eyes dramatically. “I can introduce myself, you know,” she said with a sigh, and then turned on her heel and walked away. Susan flushed, looking mortified. “I’m sorry women, you know,” she said apologetically. I smiled lightly, tilting my head just so. “Oh, I understand. I’m in a lesbian marriage too.”

The lady kicked her hard several times, screaming as she lashed out, "Carmen Adams, was it? You're a popular rising actress, right? The wife of the young master of the Stephenson Family, right? You slutty little c*nt! How dare you seduce my husband?! How dare you!"