Doting Wife Novels & Stories

Mary, taken aback, couldn't fathom why a simple touch triggered such a strong reaction. "Why can't I touch you when I'm your wife?" Mary demanded, her frustration apparent in her tone. Daniel sighed, as if weary of repeating himself. "I told you, marriage is for namesake. You're just a wife in name, you don't have to act as my real wife." Unsatisfied, Mary pressed on, "So what? I'm still your wife, does it matter whether I'm a real wife or wife in papers." Daniel's response was blunt and to the point. "I already told you, I hate clingy women, I seriously despise the women who are clingy to me."

*Miles* There were very few things that I enjoyed in life. But getting under my wife’s skin had to be one of my new favorites. I liked watching her get flustered. Her cheeks turned the most adorable pink as she bit down on her lip nervously. “Sorry?” Her voice went up about an octave higher. “Are you single, Dove?” I pressed, loving just how flustered she got. “I…um…” she responded, lifting her left hand to show me the ring that I was dying to get a closer look at. “Married…me…I have husband—man. I mean, I have a husband. Yep, that I do. A whole husband is what I have.”

"What a beautiful and talented wife, with a successful career of her own! If you ever needed proof of being blessed, you have it all." I don't bother correcting him immediately. I have done it far too many times tonight. Each time I state that Dolly is not my wife and that we are not married, I open up opportunities for more questions, more insinuations. “Dolly’s not my wife,” I say, my voice even, controlled. “She’s a business partner.” “Come on, Knoxx,” another man says with a laugh. “She just had your baby. She practically is your wife.”

“She said you were okay with it.” I snapped my gaze to my wife. “You did?” “Come on, Dante,” my wife whispered, walking past me to Rory. She wrapped her arms around her waist from behind, her hands traveling to her full breasts, gently squeezing them. “Isn’t she pretty?” “Anna,” I said, my dick twitching inside my suit pants. “Let’s face it,” Annalise murmured, fingers curling over the hem of her shirt, tugging down on it in the middle of the hallway and exposing more of her tits. “We both knew that we would never settle down. Even with this ring on my finger.”

He looked over at his wife, who could only smile. “Dante, give the man your number. You know I don’t bother with those things.” ‘Oh wow, what a perfect wife you are!’ Daphnee didn’t need to look at her husband to know what he was thinking. This whole time, she could feel the air change around them, and he had impeccable timing. “Give him to me,” she said, ready to hand Aurora over but she said, “No, mommy.”

and she spewed many sacrilegious words and phrases. He sorted the rest of the tapes by year, and then reminisced about each of them... each one brought back fond memories of his amazingly liberated... but always loving... wife and marriage. The next tape also had multiple days strung together that showed Dottie being the center of attention during their black neighbour Big Jim's (suitably named) monthly poker games. She usually took all six men in her pussy, in a wicked train. All six always came in her pussy. She'd had her tubes tied after the birth of their daughter Carol, when she'd almost died while giving birth. The doctor recommended the surgery, and although they would have liked to h

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.

She asked, her voice low enough to make a man cum right there and then as she pulled her fingers out. Dustin let out a pleasure filled groan as he responded. “You were right, just the right fucking flavor, I want to suck the nectar right from the source.” My wife giggled happily as she spoke. “I can’t wait for you to do that.” She looked over to me and winked. “You picked a really good one, babe.” She stroked Dustin’s dick through his pants and let out a loud “oohhh. Someone is getting really hard and excited to fuck this slutty wife.” She said as she kept stroking him.

Dawn pulled her face up and quickly climbed on top of me, mounting my staff then leaning over and pressing her huge tits against my chest. I watched JT take up position between my legs and guessed what was coming next. "She wants a taste of what Beth got. Who am I to say no?" JT explained, and I felt his tiny, 100 pound waif of a wife shiver as he buried his long cock inside her butt. "Stop. Just hold it there," she cried out to her husband, slowly growing used to her newest invader.

Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy A trace of panic flickered across Krystal’s face. She averted her gaze and held her tongue. Dale Abbot, on the other hand, approached me with two glasses of red wine in hand. He said, “Don’t get upset, sir. Since you can’t give Ms. Markham kids, she borrowed my sperm to produce heirs. No one is taking your place as her husband.” While downing the glass of wine, Dale handed me the other drink and uttered, “I’m counting on you to take good care of my children.”