Amateur Wife First Novels & Stories

James came out of the bathroom and put on his pajamas. It was already 9 pm and he wanted to watch the news on the television so he moved downstairs to his living room. However, the moment he put on the television, the light on the camera shone brightly on Catherine's beautiful face.

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.

She had never felt cum-ropes splatter so forcefully against her cervix. An hour later, back at the main campground, the husbands and younger kids finally returned from their long hike, tired and hungry. “Where are those wives of ours?” Jane’s husband asked the other men, looking around. “Probably just out for a walk. Wasn’t that where they were last year when we got back from the hike?” Amber’s husband John speculated casually. “I think I’ll start frying up some burgers. I need some meat inside me,” Ruth’s husband announced loudly, completely unaware of how ironic his words sounded.

"If you're that desperate, go hump a stick." She froze, color draining from her face. She couldn't wrap her head around it. She was reaching out to her husband, and he hit her with "no shame"? Lucia didn't sleep a second. Buried under the covers, she scrolled through a forum on her phone: [The pain of a sexless marriage. What should I do if my husband's never touched me since we got married?] Some replies hinted maybe he was into guys. Others wondered if he just... couldn't.

"And that you don't remember the last decade." "Not a single day," I confirmed. "Do you remember Liam?" "I do," I smiled faintly, glancing at the man beside me. "I remember him as my childhood best friend." Liam’s jaw tightened slightly at the phrase, a flicker of something raw passing through his eyes before he masked it. Vienna caught the reaction instantly, her pen pausing over the paper. "And how do you view him now?" Vienna asked gently. "He's my husband," I said simply. "He's a bit rigid, terribly serious, and occasionally very annoying... but I feel safe around him."

I said. He raised his eyebrow, “what? I am capturing my wife.” He said. Then continued to typed on his phone. I shook my head and smiled then continued to work again. *** Aaron I took a picture of Emily and decided I want to make a post on my official f******k account for the very first time about my wife. I started to type away.. ***

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Though I did enjoy watching him shirtless in the backyard working hard. One other thing is I love Kira with all my heart I wouldn’t trade my daughter for anything. She’s the light in the darkness. She is all my entire heart, well half my heart belongs to her father, though I’d never admit it. He smiles. “That wasn’t what I meant. A buddy of mine was speaking about his wife, how when we get home from, they plan to start trying for a second baby.” He tells me. I look up at him. “That’s nice…” I say confused.

Then a headline caught her eye: Power Married Couple: Gabriel and Andrea Reyes on Work-Life Balance. She repeated the words, voice dead and hollow, “Power Married couple.” Her chest tightened, a thousand questions surging but none dared to escape. How long? Why hide? Who was she to him really, and what the fuck it is, A wife?! ~ The bathroom door clicked shut behind her. She stared at the reflection. Her eyes red, swollen from tears she hadn’t allowed until now. The face looking back at her was cracked, fragile. “You’re my only one,” she whispered, the memory slicing through her.

Hold still! [What's going on? This all sounds like a movie script! A friend helping the wife's husband to hide his affair and even becoming friends with the mistress? Unbelievable!] [I thought some internet celebrities got married because of how many people are watching the livestream. It turns out that I'm simply being ignorant. This is my first time seeing anything like this!] [The wife is so impressive for smashing the wine bottle on that scumbag's face.] [Hey, don't you guys think that the scumbag looks familiar?]