Chubby Wife Novels & Stories

Gabrielle has been my best friend since high school, she just got married recently and is a full-time housewife. Equally beautiful, she has the perfect figure shape just like mine even back in school. But she also has a high sexual appetite that her husband could not seem to satisfy.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

Now hearing cute from him she pouted and touched her face unhappily, David looked at her and smiled “ what always ran inside your head, who said you’re fat, you’re my rabbit and I love you in your any form. Also, tell me who said you’re fat “David asked very unhappily, who dares to call his cute wife fat, he will beat that person and until that person becomes like a panda from his beating.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

The hypocrisy burned, yet I kept every word locked inside. “Respectfully, I do not have two wives. Elena was officially declared dead years ago after her disappearance. That declaration means our previous marriage does not hold water any longer. Legally and in every practical way, Aurielle is my only wife now.” “Fix your mess!” Elias thundered back. “Two weeks is all you get, so handle it!” Cici, his stepmother chimed in with her subtle but cutting insults. “Such an awful scandal for the proud Frost family name. Bringing back old ghosts while pretending to have a stable new marriage. How very unfortunate for all parties involved. One must be careful with these things.”

Stephie spat with slight nonsense. "You have quite the vivid imagination." Carter chuckled in amusement. "Doesn't hurt to be extra vigilant." Stephie refused to relent. "Fair enough." Carter hummed, and a silence fell on the table. Stephie blinked and stared at Carter, and he too did the same. "Sooo, the catch?" Stephie hinted after an awkward second had elapsed. Carter intertwined his fingers again and sighed, "as you know, my wife passed recently." At the mention of Carter's dead wife, Stephie's resolution softened just mildly.

“She’s working the bar. You need to talk to her or do you just want a seat in her area?” “I’ll sit at the bar, thank you.” I walked to the long bar and noticed a couple of empty stools at the end. Charlie turned around on his stool and shouted my name. He pointed me to the empty seat next to him. He stood and helped a woman at his side down from her stool. Once she was standing, I saw she was at least an inch under five foot. “Hey, Cami, meet my wife, Stub.” The woman smiled and put her hand out.

The beady little things were bursting with a perverted glow. Ivanna was overjoyed. She wrapped her arms around his arm affectionately and said in an intentionally coquettish manner, “Hubby, you’re here just in time. This is my classmate from high school. Her husband lost his job recently. Your company has quite a few vacancies, right? You can have him work for you.” As Faye stood before them, the husband and wife unabashedly flaunted themselves in an eccentric manner. They were figuring out ways to mock Faye’s useless man and that made Faye very uncomfortable. Nonetheless, there was nothing she could do since they were not wrong.

She gasped and moaned, placing her head on the cushions, slowly rising her ass. “Damn, your friend is so tight,” I let it slip, looking at my wife’s reddish face. I could see her hand moving faster. Chomzy began moving her ass too, throwing it back, hastening her pace, and now I barely had to move. Her ass was coming to me. “Slap it.” She said, “I want your wife to see your handprint on my ass,” I was getting close to cum, but I could not stop. Just two more minutes, I thought to myself. My wife was now licking her fingers, juices dripping onto her boobs.

“You should ask your wife. She needs to learn how to control her mouth and stop uttering nonsense.” Turner walked over to his wife, dropping his work bag on the couch. He glanced at Cherry, who was crying loudly. “Why are you crying like a child?” he asked calmly. Cherry pointed at Barbra, her finger trembling. “Ask your wife. She bullies me because I am childless while she has two grown sons.” She turned desperately to Maxwell. “Maxwell, let's adopt a child. I am tired of being mocked.” “Nonsense,” Grandpa Lipton barked.