Amateur Wife First Time Novels & Stories

*** If he wasn’t dead, he was close enough to heaven not to care. Mathin groaned and let his hand wander over his wife’s backside, unable to help himself. Half draped over him, she gave a sleepy wiggle, her hips instinctively moving against him. Already hard, he strove to remember why he needed to get back and couldn’t think of a single compelling reason. Nothing in his life had prepared him for the blistering heat of his first time with his wife. Nothing came close. Even his most experienced lover had paled in comparison with his innocent sweetheart. Had he only known…

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.

She had a nagging feeling that something bad was about to happen. The priest announced, “Everyone, I ask for your patience. The groom is a little delayed. In the meantime, let me play a surprise video the groom has prepared for his bride.” A moment later, moans filled the church. Then, whispers and murmurs erupted. “But after the wedding, you’ll have to give Hugh and me some time alone.” The content of the video was so shocking that it immediately ignited a stir in the crowd. Everyone in the room recognized the voices instantly.

Nala Age: 26 I look down at the man kneeling before me. As whispers ring out around us, I can't help but feel embarrassed by it all. "Stand up, Mr. Winters. You're making everyone uncomfortable." As my ex-husband looks up, I see desperate tears in his eyes. "Nala, please... give me another chance. I know I've wronged you this whole time, so please... let me make this up to you." I clench my fists as I watch this pitiful man. Once upon a time, I would have taken him back. Even now, I love him with all my heart. It's something I can't help. However, I can't get weak now. I'm not alone anymore.

He’s staring at me in shock. For the three years we have been married, I have never raised my voice at him. Never questioned him. Not even on the countless nights he came home reeking of other women’s perfume. Not even on occasions I found lacy underwears in his car. I’ve always stayed silent. But not tonight. “What I do with my time is none of your concern” he says slowly, as if he’s explaining to a child. “And when I ask you a question, you answer it. Why are you still awake Maria? Have you been drinking?”

Before I left, he crafted a necklace for me with a built-in micro camera. He kissed me hard, his tone paranoid as he said, “Aurora, you’re my everything. I can’t have you leave my sight. If I lose track of you, I’ll lose my mind.” I knew how twisted his need for control was, but to put him at ease, I willingly wore the necklace and headed into the desert. Every single day out there, he watched me through that camera. However, who would’ve guessed that a man who loved me to the bone would secretly start a family with another woman?

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.

Windy A lot of things had happened during the early days of our marriage. At first, I still wasn't quite used to it because I was now using his last name as my own. Whenever someone called me “Mrs.,” I would often fail to realize they were talking to me. That was just one example, but during these three months of marriage, everything had been going well. Our daily lives hadn't changed much. Right now, I was looking at the large wedding photo displayed in the living room. It wasn't just a picture of Tucker and me—Weston was in it 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.

" You want it?" Harvey asked with a raised brow. He had not expected her to reply him that way and it came as quite a surprise to him. Ava nodded her head and forced a smile. " I've wanted you to touch me since the first day I came into this house and you are my husband already, so, I have no reason to stop you when you want to do it. " She replied and wiped the tears that threatened to enter her ears. She sighed " But please, be gentle because it's my first time. " She added before closing her eyes again and she braced herself to welcome the pain that might come with it.