Amature Wife Novels & Stories

her hand started imitating the shaking motion of the stool when she stepped too high; “if I get high Basey .” Even as my hand dripped the hot cum from my explosion, I looked down and saw my wife holding a note in front of the camera that read, “Hold it for her.” I smiled down at her as Mary had turned around to continue her dusting. I smeared my wet cock over my wife’s face on the phone only to have her reply by licking her tongue up her own camera. Believe me when I say that my wife can suck a cock like a pro…and she loves to swallow my cum. How I wish she were home more.

Without a word, my mother, Jane, set her wine glass down with a sharp clink. My father, Robert, sneered and dabbed the corners of his mouth with quiet elegance. “Catherine, that’s an interesting way to put in. Since when does putting on a show mean dragging her husband’s dignity through the mud? Haven’t you seen the entertainment headlines recently? “We haven’t exactly come out of this unscathed, have we? “She even skipped this meal and had dinner with a young actor. Who is she trying to embarrass?” Catherine’s face instantly turned deathly pale.

"You little dummy, still so scatterbrained. Look at you crying from the cold, and you didn't even think to grab a jacket." 18-year-old Selena ruffled my hair and draped a jacket over my shoulders. That familiar scent of pine and the warmth momentarily left me dazed. … "So what you're saying is, the 30-year-old me got her wish and married you but didn't cherish it. And not only did I get involved with some male secretary who supposedly saved me, but I kept pushing you for a divorce?" At home, the younger Selena still had barbecue sauce at the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were filled with horror.

"Should I talk about my work? Should I mention the gallery project, the one I'm passionate about, the one that gives me a sense of purpose outside of being your wife? Or would that complicate the narrative of the happy, little homemaker?" A flicker of impatience crossed his face. "Your work is fine. It's a hobby. It makes you seem well-rounded." "A hobby?" she repeated, her voice dangerously low. "My career, the thing I've spent years building, the one thing that is truly mine, is a 'hobby' in your carefully constructed narrative?" "It's a secondary pursuit," he clarified, his tone condescending. "It's not the foundation of your life. This marriage is."

"If you're that desperate, go hump a stick." She froze, color draining from her face. She couldn't wrap her head around it. She was reaching out to her husband, and he hit her with "no shame"? Lucia didn't sleep a second. Buried under the covers, she scrolled through a forum on her phone: [The pain of a sexless marriage. What should I do if my husband's never touched me since we got married?] Some replies hinted maybe he was into guys. Others wondered if he just... couldn't.

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

They didn't think before marrying her and this impulsive decision of their was back firing on them. Suddenly they heard their names mentioned in the TV screen and turned their attention towards it. They saw the new anchor mentioning about their marriage which happened in church and showing some clips of them coming out of the church with their wife. As soon as their gazes land on their sobbing wife their was sudden kind of satisfaction in them. They weren't worried about the world knowing that they are married now instead they were fine with people knowing that, the little girl in the clips is their wife. The trios' gaze was stuck on that sea blue eyed girl who was being the reason of their

A British musician with distant cousins in the royal family. Her husband is forty years older than her, but his fortune and name could last her three centuries. She clutched her husband's arm but called my name seductively, a strategy I was used to. Young girls marrying men old enough to be their grandfather for money and seeking out younger, attractive men to be their sex toys, Amber pulls the same tricks at every event. She's annoyingly persistent. "Ah, Admiral." I nod in respect to her husband. "Amber, good evening."

"I was married to my first wife which is Amber and Clinton's mother years ago, she and i got married through an arranged marriage and it was not easy to cope with it, I used to have a girlfriend and she loved me soo much that even after I got married she still saw me and loved me. My wife gave birth to Clinton and then five years later Amber came, however shortly after giving birth to Amber she found out my mistress was pregnant, she got angry and divorced me, I married the woman I loved all my life and a few months later Lunette arrived, but at the tender age of five she watch her mother loose herself to a deadly cancer and was heart broken, I couldn't take the pain and began to drink alot

She kissed the side of Liam’s head while he’s still in Nikolai’s arms. She quietly observes her husband and son. This isn’t perfect. They are only pretending to be a happy couple in front of those many people, but this… this feels like home. All the fear and hesitation weren't gone, but knowing that she was doing the right thing, it gives her the confidence to do what she has to do. She looked at herself in front of the full-sized mirror again. Liam said she looked like a bride. The thought made her smile again. She doesn’t remember getting married. Even if she did, it probably wasn’t like this. A shotgun wedding with only the two of them doesn’t sound a bit romantic. Maybe the amnesia is a