Bull For Wife Novels & Stories

The original ad read: "Hot wife with big tits needs black bull for regular fucking while husband watches." There were three responses asking for pictures from what she guessed were interested black men.

My name is Ross Anders. I'm an ordinary guy, and just a few months ago, I met a beautiful girl and we got married quickly. Her name is Lily Parker. Just like her name, she is stunningly beautiful and coldly aloof. Honestly, I don't think I deserve her. When she first said she wanted to marry me, I was so overjoyed that I couldn't sleep. I'd spent years working hard, building up enough to buy a house, and I decided to give her half of it because all I want is to build a life with her. But as always, things don't go as planned.

Even if it's my blood relative, he still feels the need to compete. "Pierce, he's a kid who recently gained admission into college; he doesn't even have a place to stay yet; surely you can't be this heartless to your future brother-in-law?" I meet his gaze, and he seems to be very pleased; I can feel his tensed muscles rapidly relaxing, and his eyes, which turn tender, are filled with child-like adoration and excitement. "Are you going to marry me, baby?" The greatest lie ever told about love is that it sets you free, love isn't soft like those poets used to say.

I want him to take a long and good look at me so whenever he closes his eyes, he'll see no one else but me. I don't even know where I'm getting these ideas from. I just want him to be the one to love me like I never imagined. He'll treat me better and I'll have zero worries. It's gonna be a perfect marriage. The husband madly loves his wife and would do anything for her and her baby while the wife enjoys the attention and won't return the love. Yippee!.. I was finally done and withdrew my hands from his collar. "How do I look? S*xy, right?" He asked winking at me.

You are drowning in your own ocean of miseries, Searching for helping hands. If only you knew that the only hand you can trust is the one at the end of your own arm. ................................................... His foot was tapping on the floor consistently as his hands were intermingled in worry. Worrying gaze checking the main door for her entrance any second. "Sir your wife was seen in the head building of WV Chemicals" "Sir she just left from here in a broken state"

They are a family, but she can’t be Nikolai’s wife. Nikolai gets something from his drawer and gives it to her. It was only then that she noticed that Nikolai had been wearing a gold ring on his finger. “We’re a complete family, Belle. We’re married. That means you’re still my wife.” He said, giving Belle back her wedding ring.

I rushed out. He chuckled, cutting me off, “Boom, boom, boom, that goes the bomb.” Immediately a loud bang filled the air and Elena fell to the ground. I stood there frozen as I stared in shock at what just happened in front of me. Did…did they just shoot….did they shoot my wife? “El…. Elena?…Elena!”

Dylan came home from school. As soon as he walked in, he saw the tense atmosphere in the living room. He frowned and asked impatiently, "What are you guys doing? You're being so loud!" Seeing Dylan, Vivienne acted as if she found her savior. She immediately switched her expression and cried pitifully. "Dylan, thank god you're home! Your brother-in-law is bullying me. He says he won't give you money anymore and wants to kick us out!" Vivienne spoiled Dylan rotten his whole life. Arrogant and entitled, he never bothered asking questions.

"You want to take down Marcus Ashford with paperwork?" Damien's skepticism was palpable despite his weakened state. The woman crossed her arms. "I want to take him down with evidence. There is a difference." "And you are?" I asked. "Cassidy. Bull's wife." She shot a look at the massive biker, who suddenly looked sheepish. "The wife none of you knew about because he thought keeping me secret would keep me safe. How did that work out, baby?"