Diapered Wife Novels & Stories

a shout automatically left of his mouth before he could process anything and a head snapped towards him that belonged to none other than his wife. "Thank God you have come. Come here fast and help me" she said and turned her head and went back to what she was doing. He carefully looked at his wife who was still in her wedding lehenga but jewellery was missing. She was wearing only Magalsutra (nuptial chain) and bangles in her hand, she had removed her makeup and her hair was also in a messy bun but all this was not shocking what she was doing what no one could expect on the first night of their marriage. She was trying to change their son's diaper in which she was failing miserably which no

Our words were getting more colourful the more we talked, and we forgot about the woman who can snap our necks in a second if she wished to. "Low class really? That's all you could come up with, Sweetie? listen here, at this moment I doubt you could have an erection at all, otherwise why would I be here as your wife?" Okay, that time I really pushed his buttons, and I could see my name written on a tombstone. 'Here lies Sophia Kathlyn Stademan, married for an hour, and died in the hands of her husband.' Is it too long? I think so but at this moment I swear that's what I imagined.

Maribel sympathizing: "That's what wives do, Sera. As partners we help each other." Me, working double shifts, coming home exhausted to an empty apartment because Adrian was "working late." Again. Always. Maribel bringing wine and tissues, her arm around my shoulders. "He's just stressed, sweetie. You need to be more understanding. More supportive." The miscarriage. Twenty-eight years old, bleeding on the bathroom floor, screaming for Adrian who was three hours late. When he finally arrived, he helped me clean up couldn't even look at me, he'd stared at his phone instead of at me.

"Sir, you are a very lucky patient. When all other patients are ignored by their families, your beautiful wife is always by your side and really cares and worries about you. Even though you only had an appendectomy, your wife was so very worried as if you were going to die right then and there. Your wife kept crying all the time until the operation was over and look at how your wife's eyes looked so very proud because she was crying for you. Your wife cares so much and is also sincere to you and hopefully your relationship will last until you grow old." Austin couldn't even say anything hearing that, he didn't expect his wife to act like that last night and Austin really couldn't imagine it

"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?"

You are drowning in your own ocean of miseries, Searching for helping hands. If only you knew that the only hand you can trust is the one at the end of your own arm. ................................................... His foot was tapping on the floor consistently as his hands were intermingled in worry. Worrying gaze checking the main door for her entrance any second. "Sir your wife was seen in the head building of WV Chemicals" "Sir she just left from here in a broken state"

Dianne can hear a deep-long breath on the other line. “Mr. King raped a woman working as a waitress a few months ago. It was out of line for me but I investigated that woman, she was pregnant with your husband’s child." “W-What?!! A-are you sure?” She shot up from the bed and winced right after when she felt pained in her belly.

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.]

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.

I said, pointing at the floor. I pointed at the photo of Zara and the young man and continued, "That woman is my wife." The crowd fell silent for a moment before they burst into laughter. "Where did this crazy pauper come from? Did he go insane from thinking about money too much?" "Are you blind? That woman is Mr. Alan Barrington's wife. She's the CEO of Apex Group! She would never be attracted to a pauper like you. Stop dreaming!" What was going on?