Carl Wife Up Novels & Stories

Laughter erupted between them, light and healing. Just then, August peeked his head in. “Ah, so you’re the one delaying her, Chisom.” “Ahh! Bro August, abeg o! My hand no dey inside.” Chisom raised her palms in mock surrender. She rose from the bed and dusted off her dress. “I should be going. It looks like Mr. Romantic wants to take his beautiful wife out. Let me not interfere.” “Love you, babe,” Emelia called after her.

Going down, she gave his hot cum filled balls a squeeze, rolling them. His wife leaned in. "Carl, honey. Are you okay? You went quiet all of a sudden?" This fucking bitch better not ruin her hard work of getting him to keep his mouth shut and not ruin the dinner. Carl cleared his throat, pushing his cock harder into my palm. "I'm...fine, Bri. Stop with the questions." Her eyes turned sad, but Michelle couldn't bring herself to stop pumping her husband's huge pipe. Her tits jiggled slightly with every pump. Her cunt was soaked, making her flimsy purple lace panties stick to her shaved mound.

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."

"What... what are you talking about?" Her smile widened, slow and wicked. "I know everything. Every. Single. Thing." My knees felt weak. She finally let go of my wrist, but I remained frozen, barely breathing as she adjusted her apron like we were having a casual conversation. "And one more thing," she added, tilting her head. I braced myself. She didn't soften her voice. She didn't hesitate. "Your husband, Carl?" she said calmly. "He's amazing in bed." My blood ran cold.

Another elder chimed. I stumbled backward against the wall, my wrist throbbing where Carl had gripped it. I stared at the floor, watching my husband hold Ashley tightly against his chest, murmuring soothing words into her hair while she sobbed fake tears into his shoulder. He didn't look at me. He didn't ask if I was okay or care that he had thrown his own wife aside to comfort the woman who had ruined me. Carl slowly stood up, lifting Ashley effortlessly into his arms. He turned his head to look at me, his face completely devoid of any warmth.

Carl said, lifting me off the ground and I kicked my legs in the air and pouted. “Whatever chef! Just put me down, I'm starving you know.” I said as I beat his back playfully. He dropped me on the island, and kissed my forehead. We both made the meal and it was almost evening before we finished eating. We sat at the balcony and played chess, “Carl why on earth did you marry me?” I questioned, as we played while the sea breeze blew around us. “Because you are my soul mate and because you are an incredible looking woman.” Carl said truthfully, and I nodded with a smile. Because it was very obvious from his insistence and rushed marriage that it was not from knowing me. In fact, we were as good

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

another elder yelled then like the first fell when Kalen punched him. Kalen turned on Carl and walked towards him. “How dare you marry my woman?” he said through gritted teeth. “Don’t blame me,” Carl said with a smug expression on his face as he held up his hands. “She came onto me, practically dragged me into her bed.” My head jerked to Carl. What was he saying? I tried to mouth ‘no,’ but Kalen wasn’t looking at me, but Carl. “Whenever I brought you up, she was like ‘Kalen who?’ Sorry, man, I just gave her what she wanted.”

Carl grunts out. We all turn and look at him. I knew Carl was married and had been for 25 years to the same woman. I have met her and she is the sweetest. However, I have seen that tiny woman put Carl in his place. I am not sure that she even comes to his mid-chest. We get back to getting this place ready for the concert tonight.

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.