Amateur Wife First Novels & Stories

“You’re here. With your… maid.” I smiled sweetly and corrected her before he could. “Wife. I’m his wife. My name is Amber.” I stepped forward, extending my hand for a polite shake. She didn’t take it. Just offered a thin, fake smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “His wife,” she repeated, sounding almost amused. “We had no idea. We weren’t invited to the wedding. Or was there even a wedding? Surely the news would have exploded with it for weeks.”

'' ''Who are you to him? The clicking of cameras kept increasing and Amelia bowed her head from too much lighting and maybe regret for coming here, because I could feel every muscle in her body tighten.' ''Mr Cross can you give us an answer?'' a lady with her hair in a high ponytail directed her cameras at me. The whole crowd paused, wanting to hear my response. ''She is my wife.'' My hands glided down to her hip, caressing it softly. That erupted gasps from the crowd, more cameras and more questions.

That's actually how he met his wife, Amber. She had been one of the regulars at his club, and eventually she flirted her way into his bed and then into a marriage. He still didn't know how that had happened. Maybe he had a weakness for tall, mean blonds, because that's exactly what Amber was. And part of him was turned on because of this mean streak she seemed to possess. He found it amusing when she would launch into someone and cut them down before they even had a chance to speak. Of course, when she turned that foul mouth on him...he knew what to do to put it to good use. She might have been the Alpha bitch, but in his domain, he was king, and no one would disrespect him. Not even his wif

She gasped as she realized the proximity of his manhood to her womanhood. She felt his knees slid under hers, lifting her knees and she felt herself opening to him. She was almost paralyzed with fear, but she knew it was time to give her virginity to her husband. Now it was time to start life .She never knew she would love Damian ."I Love you, wife," Damian whispered. Wife! He had called her wife! She was his wife. And now it was time to be his wife!

As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

I grabbed it and guided her to our room, sometimes glancing back to my wife, to see her licking her wet fingers, sucking them without ever taking her eyes off us. I had never seen her that horny. She was usually a pretty reserved and shy woman around other people. It took her a few years just to be okay with me watching her masturbate. But now? It was like the person I once knew had been thrown off the window, and this was a new woman or a new side of my lovely wife. “Are you coming?” Chomzy asked her, “didn’t you want to watch us?” “I wouldn't miss this show for the world"My wife whispers her voice thick with desire. She pulled up her panties and walked toward us with her head down.

The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom. Charlene breathed slowly, she glanced at the woman beside her. She took a sip of champagne and smiled at Charlene. “You're beautiful–” Charlene didn't pivot her head to look at the woman beside her, she thought she couldn't be talking to her. She was still looking around when she felt a soft tap on her shoulder. “You come with your husband?” Puzzlingly, she parted her lips. “Um, no. I came with my dad.” She answered nervously.

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 says, flashing a shark-like smile, “Not since, what, that party at Andre’s house? When was that? When you were dating that silly girl, oh what’s her name?” “I wasn’t dating her,” my husband replies, “Remember, she just spent the whole evening following me around.” I don’t like where this conversation is going, and I need to politely put an end to it. Whoever this person is, it doesn’t appear as if she knows that Levi is married. “Hello, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” I tell her, handing a champagne flute to my mate, “I’m Amber, Levi’s wife.”