Chubby Wife Used Novels & Stories

Maria cried out loud her shoulder is shaking and she's tightly gripping my shirt. "Wish you we're my wife too..." We have the right love but at the wrong time.

then I started kissing her passionately I heard door knock I wanna kill that person that person is none other than my brother he said we need to move now only what I didn't even spent some romantic moments with my wife after our marriage he is saying that we need to move after packing our bags we sat in bus I taken her to back seat to sit she sat near the window I sat beside her our batch sat in their places I said "wifey" she looked at me and said "prince what happened to you today" I replied by keeping my hand on her waist "why what happened to me can't I be romantic with my wife" she smiled and said "ofcourse you can be my dear hubby but this is bus everyone is here" what did she call me

She exhaled and brushed her hair. Sabrina turned the swivel chair, and he looked up at his wife. She started scribbling on the tablet that was just on the stand and showed it to him—and also for Beatrice to see. "Did you fuck this woman?" she asked through the tablet. He shook his head and glanced at Beatrice. "Fling?" He shook his head. "Because—if you did—I don't know what your taste was back then. She’s got fake boobs, and her body shows fat though she managed to have liposuction."

When she turned back to Corey, she was reminded of her early days of marriage with Jared, when he used to cling to her in the same way. For a fleeting moment, she seemed to see her newlywed husband again. Already distressed over Jared, Winona found her heart softening at the sight of the young and obedient Corey. ‘Since Jared insists on accusing me of cheating, I’ll show him what real unfaithfulness looks like!’ she thought. The next day, Jared saw an update on Corey’s social media. In the photo, he was lying on a hotel bed with Winona in his arms, marks of intimacy visible on his neck.

My sister is on my husband's lap. She laughs. He smiles at her. A hand resting on her bare thigh. An intimacy that is no game. It is real. It is owned. And I am one too many. I approach. The floor seems unstable. My legs are cotton. But I walk anyway. Because one does not flee what one needs to see. Even if it destroys. She sees me. And she smiles. A smile that says: you're too late. "Well, well… look who's showing up."

Bob growled, pinching his wife's nipples hard. "Ahhhhh, fuck!" Ellen cried, riding him even harder. Then she leveled a lust-crazed gaze at his face. "I can't wait to watch Cousin Freddie suck that hot cum right from the source." "Fuck!" Bob cried out. Then Ellen started to cum and he lost control. Between his wife's inner spasms and her talk about her cousin sucking the cum out of his cock he lost the ability to do anything except pump his hips in counterpoint to her rocking pussy and fill her lush hole with every spurt of cum he had in his balls.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

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?

the woman asked, noticing that Jared seemed to be really concerned about the woman sitting in front of him. 'I've been around Jared quite frequently for the past five years, but never have I seen another woman like her around him, let alone one whom he would display so much affection to. This is interesting,' the woman thought. "My wife," Jared coldly replied. "You're married? How was I not aware of that?" she asked, her startled voice becoming louder. In response, Jared frowned, and a hint of irritation crossed his eyes. "Just do your job properly. There's no need for you to poke your nose into my personal affairs."

her hand started imitating the shaking motion of the stool when she stepped too high; “if I get high Basey .” Even as my hand dripped the hot cum from my explosion, I looked down and saw my wife holding a note in front of the camera that read, “Hold it for her.” I smiled down at her as Mary had turned around to continue her dusting. I smeared my wet cock over my wife’s face on the phone only to have her reply by licking her tongue up her own camera. Believe me when I say that my wife can suck a cock like a pro…and she loves to swallow my cum. How I wish she were home more.