Amateur Wife First Lesbian Novels & Stories

"Quinn, aren't you afraid your husband will lose it if he ever finds out the truth?" One of the women let out a sharp laugh. The tip of her cigarette glowed between her fingers, flaring in the dim hospital corridor. "Lose it? Please. He was born craving women. That night, I didn't even drug him, and he still managed to get what he wanted. He should be thanking me." Quinn Rowan exhaled lazily, voice thick with contempt. "He had his fun all night, and I got exactly what I needed. I'd say that makes us even."

She was a gentle person, and I was sure Cassandra trusted her deeply, which made it even harder for me to hold myself back. “You’re so cruel for letting this happen. You have no courage, and this will destroy her!” Her eyes welled up; she was shocked and sad at the same time. I didn’t care about that. I wanted them to fix this immediately. I stepped forward. “I’ll tell them now.” “You can’t do that, this is a family matter. We’ll tell them later,” Mr. Kingsley said, which only fueled my anger more. “Fucking hell! I’ll tell them today. Sandra is still my wife!”

“You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.” “I know exactly what I’m saying.” He reached for me, his hand closing around my wrist. “Come here.” I tried to pull away. His grip tightened. “Jason, let go.” “Why?” He pulled me closer. I could smell the whiskey on his breath, thick and sour. “Why won’t you let me touch you? You’re my wife.” “You don’t want to touch me. Go and touch her instead." His eyes narrowed. “Her?” “Your freaking mistress.Get out of my room.”

My cock instantly goes hard, and I slowly slide my finger across my bottom lip as I start walking towards her. “What is this?” I ask, trying my best to hide my smirk. “This is us.” She shrugs her shoulders and smiles, “It’s how we first started, and tonight it’s how I want to be fucked.” Hearing her curse makes my palms twitchy, and I lick my lips, while I decide if I’m going to be a victim of her temptation or not. Amara knows that I take her delicate condition very seriously, but I’m not a man whose limits should be tested. It appears that my beautiful wife has much more faith in me than I do. She patiently waits for my response and I see the shock and thrill sparkle in her eyes when I gri

"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."

She’d never said she had siblings, nor had she called anyone who could be over the years we spent married together. I didn’t return to the office to face Healer Amanda, or Amber, or whoever she was. The idea that my wife had been working right in front of my eyes, knowing that I was her husband but hiding her identity from me, sent a shock through my body. For once, I had no idea what to say to her. I walked out of the building and to my car. Healer Amanda was Amanda. Healer Amanda was my wife. Healer Amanda had just discovered a treatment that would change the medical world forever.

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.

"So you are a lesbian? " There was ridicule in his voice "I never knew I married a lesbain" He was staring fixedly at her as she stood in front of him in utter discomfort "I am not a lesbain' she replied uneasily She was looking down on the floor in order to avoid meeting his scornful eyes "Then why are you hugging and kissing a felloe woman, if you are not a lesbain? She was uncomfortablely aware that a relationship with an opposite sex was more admissible than the same sex which was regards as a "taboo" back in Nigerian

A sound that made my blood run cold. A woman's laugh. Breathy. Intimate. Then Adrian's voice: "Shh. She's probably still asleep." No. No, he wouldn't. Not here. Not in our apartment. But I already knew he would. Because I'd seen this before. In my first life, in a different place, but the same scene. The same betrayal. I stood slowly, silently. Crept to the balcony door, which I'd left cracked open. And looked inside. They were in the living room. Maribel was bent over the arm of the couch, her leggings pulled down to her thighs. Adrian was behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other squeezing her breast, his face twisted in pleasure.

, 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".