Darling Wife Novels & Stories

She had been so happy these past few weeks that she had almost forgotten she was still married. She hadn’t thought about Daryl even once. So he was finally done having fun with Zara? And now he suddenly remembered he had a wife?

Even blew on it like she was kissing a boo-boo. I saw red. "Rachel! You're touching him? Right in front of me?" She didn't even flinch. "Aaron actually knows how to treat a woman. Unlike you—you're just an animal. You pound away until I feel torn apart. Aaron is gentle. He's rich. What do you have that he doesn't?" Each word hit me like a knife to the chest. This was my wife. The woman I married. We'd been so happy once. I'd done everything for her.

Someone he made sure was his stay at home wife and nanny for ten whole years. Anytime the thought crossed my mind, I realized that if I hadn’t overheard him that day, I would never have found out. He would never have told me until his Diane, wife, was ready to come home and settle. And judging by the type of woman she was, Diane would only return when she was finally retired. They were both willing to gamble on my life, and make me waste years tending to their needs, raising their child only to be discarded like trash whenever they were ready.

The staff member smiled and asked, "Do you want to get one for your wife? She's pregnant, but our free-range chickens are safe for her consumption." Dexter was taken aback. Then, a raw joy washed over him—he was pleased that the staff member had called Eleanor his wife.

Her voice was calm, and her expression showed no sadness. “W-what?” Tracy was surprised. She seemed to think for a moment. Then she asked, “So, should I congratulate you on your marriage or your divorce?” Darlene shrugged. “Whatever you want.” Then she and Tracy laughed. Looking down, Darlene began to recount the bitter events she had experienced. “Hmm… I’m curious about what kind of man your husband is. Doesn’t he know that his ex-wife is a famous painter?” Darlene grimaced. “He’s a very handsome and extraordinary man…” But the words stopped in her throat.

Carolyn growled, her eyes full of anger and retribution. “Oh” That was the only thing I could say. Not that it surprised me that the model left him. I never saw her as someone who could handle tough task. She was a woman used to easy life and she found that with Damien, boy did he pamper her. Worse when we were married. Showered her with gifts he never bothered to give me, took her places he wouldn’t dare go with me. He never even allowed us to eat together in a restaurant. Now that the tough times has come she bails. “I am sorry to hear Damien’s wife leaving him but…”

With Alice clinging to him? Nothing. Instead, it was Lucia's face that hit him. Her lips. That sweet, lingering taste... He jerked to his feet. Alice stumbled back into the seat, eyes wide with shock. Jared's voice went ice-cold. "Who said I'm divorcing Lucia? Until I sign those papers, she's still my wife." And with that, he stormed out—leaving Alice pale, speechless, and alone. *** Jared burst through the front door. "Lucia! Lucia, come out!" he shouted, voice echoing through the house.

"What's with the stupid name?!" "Scarlette, stop teasing her," Drix laughed. "She'll blow up if you don't," they laughed at my embarrassment. I folded my arms and shifted away from Scarlette to ignore them. It's not like I didn't want to do anything, he just never gave me the chance to. I never got the chance to get excited on my own because my beautiful husband is just glorious. The moment we are alone, his hands glue themselves to my body and he sets it on fire. Does it matter when at the end of the day he gets what he wants? A dishevelled and weakened wife covered in sweat and semen, and satisfaction?

My heart fluttered with joy. I'm really fortunate to have someone like her. "I'm fine. Just tired darling.” I could feel my heart beat at the fact that I was hiding something from her. "Hmm. I don't believe you. You only use that endearment,'darling' when you are hiding something. Are you really fine?” I facepalmed at the thought of giving myself away. She was quite right. "Remember that I am your wife. We should share our thoughts together. We are one now.”Her voice slowly lowered as she spoke.

“Oh, Darling… You’re so beautiful… You’re not a human… You’re such a goddess… How many times should I tell you by playing your tongue on my chest like that, you’ll awaken a really terrifying monster from my soul?” “You’re really a monster… You’re really a kind-hearted monster, who loves and adores a simple woman like me with all your heart and soul…” “Years by years I love you… I’ve never changed so far, Darling…” “Words won’t be enough, Apollo…” sighed the wife. She kissed her husband’s cheeks and lips. Then, she explored his jawline and neck with her explorative and adventurous tongue. “So, what should I do in order to show my love to you, Darling…?” Mr. Apollo seemed to close his eyes and