Amateur Wife First Novels & Stories

She saw how her husband was showing his adorable jealous side. Amanda had never thought that Radit would be jealous of her. At first, she thought that he would make her eat her heart out because many women were attached. Moreover, their ages are quite far apart. Just imagine. When she was already in fifth grade, her husband was just born. Imagining it again makes the woman shake her head. Fate turned out to be different. Amanda, who is quite mature at her age, faces her husband's attitude with all the turmoil that is still passionate.

“What the hell is this?” Lauren threw the paper at Amara’s face. It was a newspaper and she was on the front page. It was a picture taken while she was dancing with Lucian, and it had a caption: “ Amara Ashford has failed as a wife and has gone wild.” “It's a newspaper,” Amara responded lazily as she sipped on her coffee. “Don’t you get cheeky with me young lady? Your entire being depends on the success of this marriage.”Lauren spat bitterly as she glared at her daughter.

“You may call me Edward, Mrs Shaw. And it was my wife who headed the decoration company that made this stunning beauty happen. I agree with you, it is indeed very stunning.” Natalia nods and accepts his hand. “You may call me Natalia, Edward.” She smiles warmly at him. “And bravo to your wife for doing such a great job.” “And this is Mrs Wallbanger and Miss DuPont. This man here is Mr Razier.” Noah continues. “Everyone, this is my wife, Mrs Natalia Shaw.” Natalia smiles and looks at all of them with a smile on her face. “I am pleased to meet you all.”

“It is only natural for a man to support his wife. What do you call a man if not a wimp when he can’t even support his wife?” Summer had a bitter expression on her face. She took a sip of water and retorted. “When you have a gambler as your wife, eight out of ten men are usually wimpy.” Amara did nothing serious all day but gambled away the money her husband, who was also Summer’s elder brother, made every month. Not only that, she enjoyed shopping and would buy a bunch of clothes whenever she went out. Besides, she was gluttonous, lazy, and picky about food. She would not touch any food unless it was good, tender, and fresh.

It was then I noticed that idiot making a pass at my so called wife and that damn stupid woman seemed to be enjoying it from where I stood and could see them. There was no way she was going to ruin this for me. Not after I've reached this far and so close to getting what I want. I kindly excused myself before walking to Joel and my wife who went by the name of Sierra. Her tastes were even more pathetic when it came to choosing men. Seriously? My useless brother of all people who couldn't keep his thing erect. I really had a dumb wife. No wonder dad chose her to be my wife.

My wife, Iris Lockwood, earned 45 thousand dollars a year, yet she was a penny-pincher. Almost all the furniture and appliances in our home were items she had scavenged from local secondhand groups. The genuine leather couch in the living room had edges that were peeling and mottled, but she insisted, "Darling, this is top-grain leather. It originally cost more than six thousand dollars. The previous owner was in a rush to move abroad, so I snagged it for 100 dollars. Once you wipe off the dust, it's practically as good as new!"

Adrian sighed, placing the box into the woman’s hands before stepping forward. “Rosemary… you shouldn’t be here.” “Shouldn’t be here?!” She fought to steady her voice. “I am your wife! I have every right to know why my husband is flaunting his love for another woman in public!” The whispers grew louder. Phones were raised, recording the scandal. The woman in red smirked. “Maybe because I am his first love, while you… were just a late arrival.” “Silence!” Rosemary shot her a burning glare. “I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to my husband.”

The couple is enjoying their union. The woman continues to sigh enjoying every touch her husband gives her. It felt so delicious and intoxicating. This was her first time doing this and she never thought it would be this good even though at first she had to endure pain that she had never felt before.

“That’s interesting. She’s been the children’s caretaker for one month. I didn’t realize you felt so strongly about her.” A flicker of irritation crossed Anton’s face. Jason didn’t give him time to recover. He turned slightly, enough for everyone present—staff, relatives, security—to hear him clearly. “Since we seem to have an audience,” he continued smoothly, “allow me to clarify something.” He reached back and took my hand, pulling me to stand beside him this time—not behind him. “Everyone, please allow me to introduce my wife.” The word landed like a bomb. “Amber Ash.”

shit, even my little buddy is awake down there at the sight of my wife. Her wavy brown hair was tied in a loose bun and her face was free of makeup but I couldn’t see any flaw in her looks. Her beauty is natural, effortless and her tantalizing jade hues were locked in mine with each step she took to where I was seated frozen. She pushed down the robe off her shoulder and she was now left in her matching black lacy bra and panties. My wife stood in front of me before crawling on my lap, straddling me. “I’m sorry I fell asleep on our first night, my love,” she claimed my lips for a lingering kiss, my hands gliding up her bare thighs.