Amateur Wife First Lesbian Novels & Stories

I remember seeing that lady and how they hugged and chatted. "No, I am not a lesbian. Why do you care if I am a lesbian or not? I am not your wife, so you should focus on the love of your life and leave me alone. When I see a good man who loves me, I will date him," Amara said. "What's that supposed to mean? You are indirectly referring to me as a bad man, right?" I queried, sitting up on the bed abruptly.

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.”

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

I said chuckling. “Doesn't that make you the second wife after your sister?” The pedicurist managing my nails said, envy was very obvious in each word she spat, she looked up at me, “I did hear he was married to your sister first. I wonder why he would want to marry from the same family, don't you think?” She said nudging the other pedicurist. I knew people would be talking, that's why I didn't want to go public with our relationship yet. I wanted to be anonymously married to Aldric but Aldric and his family don't care about people's opinions, but I guess I do.

Toying with a dagger out of nowhere, Lynne said offhandedly, “Ray, she’s a cheater. Sheh did you dirty. Should I carve her for you? Krystal’s knees buckled, and she knelt before me. “Ray, we’ve been married for seven years. Think of what we once meant to each other…” I kicked her down. “Don’t talk to me about feelings. Seven years of marriage, yet you stood by as your father struck me, and your lover humiliated me.” She hung her head low in shame. “Ray, I made a mistake. I wanted a child so badly that I believed his lies. It won’t happen again… “Ray, the family legacy rests on my shoulders. I needed an heir. Surely, you can see where I’m coming from.”

Krish looked down at her and then up feeling helpless and angry both. People standing there noticed how she held his wrist and stopped him and they gasped. While some commented how Dia has control over him. And some said maybe she has an affair with him and that's why she is here leaving her own husband overseas for Krish. Hearing this Dia's eyes flung opened and she looked at them with a amused look. While Krish fumed hearing people commenting on her character and growled at them making them shiver. "Don't dare to cross your limits.. Miss. Leena. I know you are too unsatisfied with your life as your husband left you for someone else. But not everyone is like your husband or your husband's n

, 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".

“Eat your babysitter’s cunt like a good little slut. Your husband has no idea what a filthy lesbian whore you’ve become.” Elena whimpered into my pussy and licked faster, her tongue pushing deep inside me. She had become completely addicted in just a few hours. I was so close to cumming all over her elegant face when the bedroom door suddenly opened. Damien stood there, still in his suit, eyes widening at the sight. His pristine wife, naked, legs spread, face buried between my thighs while moaning and slurping loudly on my dripping cunt. For a second, shock froze him. Then pure, dark lust took over.

Some cracked voices from outside drew my attention and I leaned my ear to the door of the bathroom. “No husband in the world would spend their wedding night in another woman’s bed. Why, Klaus? Why did you do that? The moment I saw you carrying her in your arms last night, I couldn't stop myself from feeling cheated on. I’m your fucking wife,” she screamed out and I felt so humiliated to eavesdropping on their conversation. Amber made me feel like I was a whore who seduced her husband and he cheated on her because of me. A few vows and rituals could give her the right that the Moon Goddess didn't provide me even after making me his mate, soulmate.

If I were a guest here, and my husband saw so many beautiful women all tied to one man, I might be worried that my husband might start to get ideas of his own. Well, regardless of the tension, I am hungry for lunch, so I am the first one to brave the other side, heading toward the buffet. As I start to fill up a plate, I can feel the hateful eyes of the wives glaring at me. “So this is the life you lead now, is it?” Leah asks, approaching me. As the other wives start to whisper, Leah turns to look at them and I swear I see her wink. “Lavish and decadent, you want for nothing. And all you have to do is spread your legs like the whore you are.”