Amateur Wife Interracial Novels & Stories

A photo of Healer Amanda after surgery, slipping her mask from her face. Except the face under the woman’s mask belonged to Amber, my wife. I almost dropped my phone. Was the woman in the office behind me really my wife? Could it be that the quiet, submissive housewife I once knew was an accomplished Healer? How could that be possible?

"Ohh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Yes!! Do me with your big cock!!" Brent's eyes with transfixed on the taboo interracial sex occurring in his marital bed, and he knew an orgasm was close for all three of them. Amanda prodded her husband further, giving in to her impeding release, "Oh god baby! He's stretching me out! Look at his big cock stretch my pussy!!" Darius began to grunt, and he too could feel a deep orgasm on the verge of exploding. "Fuck me Darius! Fuck me with your manly cock!!" Amanda implored.

Amber grimaced and quickly apologized to the few people who had turned to look our way. Thankfully, this cafeteria was mostly frequented by regular employees. The executives and division heads usually preferred to have lunch outside the office, so they weren’t here right now. “Well, if I think back to the women I’ve seen him with at hotels, most of them have exotic skin tones. So, I’d guess his wife is someone with darker skin, not a blonde,” Amber mused. “You’re overthinking the gossip, Amber. Those could easily just be one-night stands he was with,” Rosie argued, rolling her eyes.

before Sarah could carry on, a small figure rushed from inside the house and grabbed Amy’s arm “Mommy Mommy, there is a bathtub in your room. Come and see!!!” the small girl, who looked like a 5-year-old , shook her mother’s hand enthusiastically. Very close to her is another tall, olive-skinned man. Amy picked up the little girl “This is my daughter, Asha and he is my husband Richard Jefferson.” They shook hands as Amy introduced the two. Soon they were joined by Mike, Jessica, and Robert and exchanged greeting. The brief introduction filled with Amy’s chattering and Richard’s hidden glares.

One of Edward's old army buddies cut in. "Exactly. Look how attentive Julian's being to his wife." "Those two have always been a match made in heaven. I said it at the wedding they looked like they belonged together." Eleanor flushed a little under the praise. Julian's smile deepened at the corner, that same charming curve. From the outside, no one at this table would guess this marriage had already come apart at the seams, or that they'd been living separately for months. Over the meal, someone asked, "And who's this Cassandra?"

the woman asked, noticing that Jared seemed to be really concerned about the woman sitting in front of him. 'I've been around Jared quite frequently for the past five years, but never have I seen another woman like her around him, let alone one whom he would display so much affection to. This is interesting,' the woman thought. "My wife," Jared coldly replied. "You're married? How was I not aware of that?" she asked, her startled voice becoming louder. In response, Jared frowned, and a hint of irritation crossed his eyes. "Just do your job properly. There's no need for you to poke your nose into my personal affairs."

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

I was going to get to the bottom of this. It only took a day to hear her talking on the phone to one of her friends about it happening again and that she could come over on Friday to watch the tape. I couldn't believe that my loving wife would show someone else something like this. I made sure I was home when her best friend Clara came over. Clara was a recently divorced, absolutely beautiful strawberry blonde. I would give my left nut to have a crack at her. She was acting a little skittish and kept smirking at me but I ignored it. My wife took her to her sewing room to show her a new pattern supposedly. I went to my computer to listen in.

The officiant passionately recited the wedding vows. Just as I was about to say, 'I do', a shrill voice suddenly rang out. "I object!" Everyone turned around in shock to see an emaciated woman rushing onto the stage barefoot. "I'm your wife! How dare you marry another woman?!" Seeing her frenzied state, I immediately positioned Sarah behind me and mocked Lisa without courtesy, "I'm impressed you still remember we were married. Unfortunately, you were too blind to see what you had. You threw away something valuable for worthless trash.

Her hand was on his arm, her face tilted up toward his. They weren't touching inappropriately, but the intimacy in their posture made my chest tight. I turned away before they could see me and walked back inside on with my legs shaking. "Isn't that Jason Hartley's wife?" someone whispered behind me. "Poor thing. Everyone knows he never got over Isabelle Brown." "I heard he only married her because his family pressured him to move on." "She must know she's just a replacement." I kept walking, head high, dying inside.