Amature Wife Novels & Stories

“You’re here. With your… maid.” I smiled sweetly and corrected her before he could. “Wife. I’m his wife. My name is Amber.” I stepped forward, extending my hand for a polite shake. She didn’t take it. Just offered a thin, fake smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “His wife,” she repeated, sounding almost amused. “We had no idea. We weren’t invited to the wedding. Or was there even a wedding? Surely the news would have exploded with it for weeks.”

That memory hurt me, too, and I wondered if my heart would ever be whole again. I almost gasped when he rolled off of her, his naked cock pulling out with a plop. I almost threw up. I don't know why I didn't. I recognized the man rolling himself out of my wife's saddle. I knew him. Amber had just had sex with her brother, Dave.

She added then turned to the lady seated next to Augusta, one of who followed Augusta's every orders. “MA-RY!” Amanda stressed. Can you ever be pure and holy like our holy virgin Mary?” she asked rhetorically “You went to your husband’s side chick parent’s house when they were not home and you burnt it to ashes, killing their cats and its kittens that were home. I mean, what business does the side chick’s parents got to do with your husband’s infidelity? That side chick was in her third year in college and your husband was only an addicted womanizer. Her parent never knew they were seeing each other. Did you stop there? No, you went to your husband’s office and you sprayed paint on everybody

"...he barely touches me." "What do you think he wants? You are beautiful." Amairah complimented as that woman smiled bitterly. "I don't know we barely talk. It's been a year since our marriage and I am still..." She whispered although only three people were there in the room. "...a virgin." They both gasped. "Sorry. I didn't mean to..." Amairah said as Amber cleared her throat. She shouldn't be acting like this as she although was a virgin. But she was a virgin because her husband loved her. He was forcing him on her.

The blonde woman in a white dress looks over at us and her red lips stretches into a smile as Robert goes on to greet her husband, whom he seems to be close acquainted with. “Good day. You are not April,” she say, eyes scanning me up and down. I clamp my teeth together, although my lips are still pulled into a decent smile. At least I hope it is decent. “No, I'm not,” I say through clenched teeth. She chuckles, although there is nothing warm about it. “I am Amber Walker. Married to Jimmy Walker,” she says pointing to her husband, who owns a large estate in Brussel. “Jennifer Schultz,” I say simply as I take a seat and look elsewhere, where her face isn't.

So I can't really imagine why is she like this to me now. I came home tired not from work but from thinking. I immediately went to Mara in our daughter’s room. I saw my wife's back standing in baby Tanya's crib. I wen to her and hug her from behind. This is what I need after all the stressful thinking. She caress my face. "My husband looks very tired." I was happy by the tenderness of her voice. My husband My husband My husband It was nice to hear my wife say that over and over again.

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.

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

There was this girl on a pole dancing so seductively I could only imagine me being there right now; I mean, not to brag, but I'll make a good stripper. Amber and his friends were all seated together, talking and drinking. At least one of them had like two girls on them, except Amber, he was barely even looking at anybody, just fiddling with his phone... "Oh, here's her royal majesty", Caleb hailed; all eyes went to me. Amber smiled, "Stop staring at my wife, you pervert." "It's fine, it's fine, it's because we ain't married, Yo we should get a wife by next month, what do you guys think?", Justin asked.

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.