Amateur Wife First Time Novels & Stories

In the end, she plopped down on the couch, gasping for breath. Tristan scrambled over on his hands and knees and threw himself at Ms. Lovelace's feet, weeping piteously. "Ms. Lovelace… you've searched everywhere and checked everything. Where's this other woman? I've been with you for so long! Don't you know what kind of person I am? I hardly ever step foot outside the house. When would I even find the chance to meet another woman?" "Well…" As Ms. Lovelace looked down at the handsome young man who was crying so prettily, the anger on her face visibly subsided. "But I received a text message saying—"

He attacked her vagina, arching his cock out and into her as if he was going to drive the hole even deeper, tear it open. "Oh god... Oh god... akggh.... Mum...." He stared into her eyes with a maddened look, the air from his lungs slowly being forced out by moans. "This is our first time...as husband and wife...don't be stingy...Give mommy as much as you can...Come on, come on..." "Oghhhhhhhhhhh, Mommy!"

His jaw tightened, his hands balled into fists. “You’re lying,” he said, but his voice cracked. Jessica gave a bitter smile. “Oh, Ethan, you know it’s true. You know what happened. Don’t pretend you don’t remember those nights. Don’t pretend you don’t remember the doctor’s visit.” Olivia’s throat went dry. “Why are you saying this now?” she asked. Jessica’s gaze snapped to her. “Because you need to know what kind of man you’re tied to. He promised me a life. He promised me everything. And I gave him a child. But fate took it from me. I was his first wife. His real wife.”

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy

But for the first time since their marriage began, she hadn't felt like a stranger sharing his house. She had felt... chosen. Carefully, she slipped out of bed, making sure she didn't wake him. She paused at the bedroom door and looked back one last time. "Sleep a little longer," she whispered. Then she quietly left. *** The kitchen smelled of fresh coffee twenty minutes later. Jessica wasn't much of a cook, but she knew enough to prepare breakfast. Eggs. Toast. Fresh fruit. Nothing fancy. Just normal. Something married couples did.She found herself smiling again. Maybe this could be a new beginning.

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.

"Your wife's pussy is dripping and coating my cock. You sure she's never been long-dicked before?" he asked my husband. He didn't answer. I don't know if he was ashamed or really into it. Then the man pushed forward, but just a bit. I took a deep breath as my pussy stretched to accommodate his girth. "Beth, I can tell this is your first time," he said. His voice was like butter to my soul. "Just relax and we'll take it slowly. Your husband has a big smile on his face and is proud of you. Just rock back on my cock at your own pace."

It was just the way things were when we first fell in love. She'd never cooked before, but she took special classes to learn how to make all my favorite dishes. Every single one turned out surpriscingly well.

Outside the window Calloway Street was grey and wet and going about its morning without any awareness of what was happening on the internet in Anita Hargrove’s name. The story the photographs told was simple. Wife of prominent businessman photographed outside anniversary dinner with former flame while husband remains inside. Husband later seen calmly retrieving her. Wife declines to return. That last part was the one that kept appearing. Wife declines to return. As though I had made a scene. As though I had been unreasonable. As though Donald had come outside with nothing but dignity and concern and I had refused him. I put the phone face down. The boy’s face.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"