Amature Wife Novels & Stories

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.

The woman, whoever she is, should be one of them. “Hmmm…interesting you said that. Last time I knew, Mr. Devlin Wesley was a married man.” Amber said, not telling the woman who she is to Devlin. “Well, I have never seen the wife. Besides, married or not, I don’t really care.” The woman heard Amber laugh from the other line which made her furious. “Oh my… you are funny. Anyway, please tell my husband that I am coming to see him.” Amber ended the call immediately.

She had never felt cum-ropes splatter so forcefully against her cervix. An hour later, back at the main campground, the husbands and younger kids finally returned from their long hike, tired and hungry. “Where are those wives of ours?” Jane’s husband asked the other men, looking around. “Probably just out for a walk. Wasn’t that where they were last year when we got back from the hike?” Amber’s husband John speculated casually. “I think I’ll start frying up some burgers. I need some meat inside me,” Ruth’s husband announced loudly, completely unaware of how ironic his words sounded.

Gasps rippled through the restaurant as everyone whispered amongst themselves. "What the hell is wrong with you, Damon?" Amber screamed, tears welling up in her eyes. "There's no way I'm letting you go back to this asshole, Bree. I meant every word when I said I'd do anything to get you back, and I will. " Damon then turned and face the crowd. "I know what you're all thinking. You think I'm crazy. Maybe I am. But this woman, Amber, is my wife. And I love her with every fiber of my being."

I nodded and absorbed the information. “I wasn’t sure though, so I told my father, after all of these years, he could not get over you—” “I was so worried about you Amber, especially after you went up to that roof, you were never the same, How is your husband?” He asked with a straight face and I almost sobbed. “My husband? My husband is married to someone else, Nathan,” The man’s face crumbled. “Everyone has moved on except us. Everything has changed. But I have a little girl now, she is my entire life,” I added.

That’s what my wife was—a failure. I grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge, headed to my room, and turned on the projector. A curvy, naked woman posed seductively on the screen, putting on a show for the camera. Watching them, I slipped my hand into my underwear and started fantasizing about having s.ex with them. “Ahh,” I moaned, wiping my fingers with a tissue. I glanced again at the screen where the woman was still in the throes of passion. Too bad I couldn’t just sleep around with women anymore, all because my wife came from a prestigious family. Although she was timid and I’d crushed her self-esteem, I still had to show up with her at public events.

Amara flipped through her menu too but paused when she overheard murmurs from a nearby table where a group of women sat. "Isn't that Louis Newman's wife? Amara, right?" one of them whispered. "Yeah, that’s her. I still can’t believe she went through with the wedding after the whole world saw a video of her husband screwing another woman," a brunette snickered. "Guess what, ladies? I fucked her husband last week," the blonde said, smirking. The other two women gasped. "What?!" the brunette shrieked. "I mean, the guy has probably slept with half the women in Sydney. It’s not that shocking," the other woman shrugged.

I breathed, my voice barely a whisper. I couldn’t believe my husband was having an affair with his secretary—in our own home. I wanted to rush in and confront them, but my legs refused to move. All I could do was cry. "Wait, Lucas—what if your boring wife comes down here and sees us?" Amanda’s voice drifted toward me. "Don’t worry about that bitch. I told her not to leave our room until I say so, and she’ll obey—she loves me too much to defy me." "When are you going to leave that plain, dull wife of yours? You promised me once you got your dad’s shares, you’d end things with her. I don’t want to be your mistress forever—not when I’m the one you’ve loved from the start."

"My husband bought this handbag online for me via assisted purchase. He paid extra for it." Husband? Larissa pressed her lips together. She drew a paper towel out of the dispenser and asked while wiping her hands, "When did you get married? I’ve never heard Travis say anything about that. How come you got pregnant so soon?" Amber’s eyes were gleaming. However, when she locked eyes with Larissa through the mirror, a sunny smile appeared on her face. "Last year. We never hosted a reception, so we didn’t make an announcement." Married last year? That meant that she had been hooking up with Travis for a year!

“Amber, we need to talk. Don't escalate things.” She scoffed, smoothly pulling her arm free. “Being manhandled by a stranger? Charming.” She turned to the man next to her—who looked ready to tear me apart—and arched a brow. “Is this how men woo women nowadays?” “Men? No. Animals? Probably.” He stated. “This isn't funny, Amber. Come with me. Now.” I was starting to get irritated. Why was she pretending she didn't know me? It was clearly her. “Amber?” Curtis' voice came from behind me before standing next to Amber. “Is that supposed to be my wife's name?”