Diapered Wife Novels & Stories

"We found an underground water dungeon in her house. There were some women in it. I'm sure you're familiar with their names, especially Diana." "That's impossible. Diana is Azariah's cousin. She's also a Windsor. She's the wife of the second son of the Hernandez family. She's... She's good friends with my daughter." "Good friends?" I thought I heard a joke, "You know what? For years, Diana and Azariah maintained a semblance of harmony, secretly hating each other. Your daughter spread the news that Diana was pregnant out of wedlock, and Diana deliberately discredited your daughter. They were fighting all the time. Originally, all were just little wars between girls, only limited to some quarr

Joe replied, glancing towards Diana. Mr. Jepson was surprised, "Oh? Ms. Thompson, you discovered it?!" Diana, maintaining composure, explained, "Well, it's a long story. I happened to come across Poly's design sketches, found some similarities, and shared it with Jo... my husband." She hesitated for a moment before using the term "husband". She tilted her head, considering that if John had referred to her as his wife, she should reciprocate with the term "husband." Seemingly normal, right?

The worst situation she feared came true after all. Her husband....was comatose. She married not only a crippled but a comatose husband. *****

Nora Bellweather married a man who never loved her. When she found proof of his betrayal, something in her went quiet and hard. Then, drowning her grief in a dim bar one night, she saw three faces from a past she thought she'd buried for good. The next morning, her husband walked in with three important guests, and she nearly dropped the teapot in her hands. It was them. Older, sharper, wealthier, and dangerous in ways they never used to be. They had once loved her without limits before everything fell apart. Now they were back in her house, in her life, refusing to stay away. Nora cannot forgive what tore them apart years ago, and she will not survive another heartbreak in a marriage that h

she murmured again, standing there, bewildered by whatever had enraged me. Marietta—unfortunately my wife—is the mother of Sidney. Being my wife means devotion, femininity, idleness, obsession. I am her sole purpose. Her entire existence orbits me. That is the definition of a traditional wife. Yet now, under the pressure of Diana’s presence—gorgeous, outspoken, powerful, ruthless, ambitious, the heels, the lipstick, the manicured nails on fingers and toes, the lethal curves—I find Marieh’s version repulsive. I exhaled hard.

“See, I’m the kind of man who’d buy your sister that iPhone 16 she’s been out there whoring for — and still wouldn’t expect a damn thing in return.” Then he looked Darlington dead in the eye. “And just to clarify? My wife isn’t a nanny. She's a mother — who loves her child. You really don’t get the difference, do you?” He turned to me, that sharp smirk softening into something warm. “Come on, love. Let’s go before Diane buys out the whole mall.” “Diane, baby, let’s get going,” I called. Diane came bouncing up with a staff member trailing behind her, arms full of backpacks, devices, and lab coats.

My wife made a big play showing that she was wearing the birth control patch AND a diaphragm so I should feel more comfortable. From the recordings, as I was pulling out of the driveway, my gorgeous buxom blonde wife Sue was in the kitchen doing dishes, wearing her green robe. Her strapping son Jimmy came into the dimly lit kitchen, saying he had an itch that had to be scratched. To my amazement, that brazen bastard pushed my gorgeous legally wed wife over the sink. He flipped up her green robe from the back like he was checking the mechanicals on a photocopier. I barely saw him peel a big white sticky off her thigh (my God that was the birth control patch).

I wanted to change into something more coverd but Di's one warning and I shut my mouth.  Aadhya's saree "oh my god boudi you're looking so beautiful.. Dada will have a hard time to control himself.." di said and I blushed.. "Ragini, wifey are you both done?" my husband asked.. "yes we're coming" Di replied We got downstairs.. And veer was staring at me.. "dada she is your wife I know not we have to go today not tomorrow.." di teased him.. And with that he got out of his trance..

And now, her husband wanted her to cross the one line she had vowed never to break. Emelia curled tighter into the armchair, her body trembling. She thought of her wedding day, of the Reverend’s booming voice as he declared their vows. She thought of the accident that had brought her into this family, and of the man who had rescued her from the ruins of her old life. Now he was asking her to ruin herself in return.

There was so much to apologize and so much time has passed. “Did you miss me?” “Yes, Teacher Hya.” The kids answered in unison. After finding out who she is even when her past memories have not come back yet, it was weird to hear the name Hyacinth. She loved being Hyacinth. In fact, her life was a dream. She had a loving husband, a precious son, and this work. Every day, she would find herself thanking the heavens for the life she had, because it felt like a gift. Something that wasn’t hers but was temporarily handed out.