Chubby Wife Used Novels & Stories

I don't want to believe as it and I'll never believe it that Mara, the wife I dot on could go and do such dirty things. My wife is an obedient and submissive, she is gentle, she doesn't talk much, whenever I talk she never talks back and she never look at me directly in my eyes, she always bows her head. I came back from jogging, and met my little wife swaying along with the scent that was coming from the bath. I stood at the doorpost admiring the kind luck I had of having such a wife when she looked back at me sharply. "Hubby.....t..the bath is ready" she stuttered.

His eyes glowed as he stared at me. He grabbed me gently, and his Adam's apple bobbed, “Bella Anderson, please be my contract wife.”

I buried my face in his shoulder, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement as I whispered, "This is just so humiliating." "I don't care if you fire me over this," Lucien said, rushing up the stairs two at a time, the weight in his arms slowing him down only slightly. "My priority is getting my wife to the hospital, and that's exactly what I'm going to do." My wife. The word landed strange and warm in my chest even through the pain, even knowing what it was and wasn't.

He laughed, “Yes, I loved hearing you scream my name.” She hid her face under her palm, “Oh! God!” He removed her hands, “Are you embarrassed, Mrs. Smith?” She snorted, “Mr. Husband, don’t forget I am your wife. Why would I be embarrassed? I only took what belonged to me.” Jonatha laughed. She was always domineering and sassy. He teased, “You are right, your highness! Shall I serve my lady in the bath?” She smirked, “That won’t be necessary. I plan to take a quick rinse only.”

Her fingers shook as she picked it up. She'd always known the passcode. Never used it—until now. On his chat app, she opened a group thread with his buddies: [Jared, 1000 days of celibacy today, right? You have to come out and celebrate!] [No way. Three years married and still no action?] [Lucia might be a bumpkin, but with that face and body? You've seriously held back?] [Obviously. He made that vow to Alice—stay pure for her. Jared's never broken a promise to Alice.]

I kissed every inch of her, lingering on the small swell of her belly, whispering promises against her skin that I wasn’t sure I could keep. When I finally pushed inside her, it was slow and deep. She was so wet, so hot, her pussy clenching around me like velvet fire. The soft, flushed folds of her pussy stretched beautifully around my thick cock, a stark contrast to her tiny frame. Every thrust made her moan, her walls rippling and squeezing my sensitive head in rhythmic pulses that made my vision blur.

she said to me with an unfazed tone. "A friend?" I scoffed in disbelief, as I knew that she didn't have any friends, talk less of a male friend. She spends most of her time at home, so how on earth did she get a male friend who now takes her out? The thought of any man taking her out and spending time with her while we were still married only added to the anger that I was feeling. "And since when does a married woman have a male friend that makes her ignore her husband's call? " I thundered angrily at her.

But efficiently. In quiet conversations. Over private lunches. In carefully worded remarks. Two versions circulated. “The wife finally snapped.” “The other woman pushed her too far.” No one said anything directly. But everyone was watching. Adrian heard it. And he didn’t like it. Beside him, Lillian’s expression tightened as another conversation drifted just close enough to be understood. “I told you,” she said softly, her voice edged with frustration. “I didn’t do anything.” Adrian didn’t answer immediately.

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy

Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.