Chubby Wife Novels & Stories

She smiled like a freaking Cheshire cat. "How many times do I have to say that you are not my wife? And why are you calling me hubby again? Did you think I forget what you did today?" I shouted at her and pulled her towards me. "Get a grip on yourself hubby. So many questions on one go? Don't worry, I'm answering all of your questions. 1. I'm your wife and if you can't remember when did you marry me then you can ask the 100+ guests. I am sure they will let you know about all the details. 2. What should I call my husband if not hubby? Hey, bro? I think you know the answer better than me. And for your last question, I just did what I thought would be hilarious. I think I don't have to tell you

Chuck, Blake, Carson and Debbie were taken off guard as her soaked shirt now plastered to her chest reveal high breast and a low cut bra. Debbie shook her head with a stern look at her husband and elbowed him "I am not dead woman. I can still look" he whispered huskily. The small agreement they had made when they had begun their dating was because Charlie had been quite a ladies man was he could look his heart’s content and Debbie would try not to get mad at him. She whispered back "yeah but for one she's a friend and another she's also your buddies niece." He looked at his wife with wink and said "you can't tell me you didn't look or that you don't like it either. I felt your heart quicken.

As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

Crazy Wife Gotta be brave! Barry!"I ran inside to hug him so close as more tears ran through my eyes wetting his cloth. No. Mum isn't right. I wouldn't leave Barry. I wouldn't get married again. I refused to be a ball passed around. I refuse to become useless I feel Barry's hand rubbing my back slowly soothing every pain I had. But I cried the more tightening the hug I gave him We might remain like this till God knows when!

Natalia asked, holding her chest in mockery of her former self. “He does not realise that my husband has not done anything wrong! Instead, he is here, acting like a donkey. A very brave donkey, but foolish all the same. If I was not with Noah, maybe I would—” She cut herself off with a long suffering sigh. “Ah, I should not be thinking in such a manner. It would not do to be so greedy when the man of my dreams is already the man I’m married to. Obese people always want more cake and people with anorexia always want to get thinner. Too much of one thing and everyone dies. I am fine the way I am.

He was a saint who never looked at other women, but his wife believed she was being cheated on, and they fought - the poor thing even left home. Chubby, being no fool, took advantage of their separation and pursued Orlando again. This time he fell for her sweet talk, and they were together a few times, but he ended things with her, saying it wouldn't work because he was in love with his wife. Chubby went crazy. A few days later, he went back to his wife, discovered she was pregnant, and was over the moon about becoming a father again - their other child was already ten years old, an annoying, spoiled boy full of quirks. I didn't like that kid.

“I need you to answer a few questions. Do it well and there will be more waiting for you later.” She smiled vaguely, already softening under the influence. “Okay.” I started slow. “Tell me your name.” She frowned, searching through the fog in her mind. “Mariah.” “Mariah what?” Another pause. “Mariah Vaughn.” “Good. And who are you married to?” “Nathaniel,” she said after a moment. “Nathaniel Vaughn.” I nodded encouragingly. “Very good. Now tell me, has your husband treated you well?”

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.

Wendy's brows drew together in a frown. Sharon's expression chilled. Nate, far from backing off, let out a low whistle and looked at her with mock alarm. "Oh no, don't tell me you're mad again? Come on, Housewife. Don't tell me you can't even take a joke?" His buddies jumped in immediately. "Yeah, seriously. You're Carter's wife—you're supposed to be gracious. Don't be so petty, you're making him look bad!" "And really, Nate's not wrong. You are just a housewife, aren't you? Taking care of the husband and kid."

it’s just not the best most time,” Marcus hugged his wife and kissed her for the one-millionth time. “Get away from me you seducer, you swear it but never eat my food,” Cherry pouted. “What are you going to do? Run away like the rich man’s wife?” Marcus mocked. Gabby’s food turns to water in her belly. “What did you say?” She asked Marcus. “Oh you haven’t heard, there’s a rich man’s wife on the run, her husband is looking for her, no one knows why she ran away from him, people believe he must be a physical abuser, who knows, it could be worse.”