Drunk Wife Novels & Stories

But the brunette resisted. "No, I don't want to. Don't be such a party pooper and come and drink some more with me." Jessica slurred. "You're drunk." "I'm not. You are." "If you won't get up there, I'm going to carry you out of here." He said but got no reaction from his drunk wife. He sighed. Who would've thought that Jessica "the cute and innocent-looking" Hayes could be this stubborn when she's drunk? Even before they got here, Jessica was upset at him. I mean, when they passed those girls, she grew even more upset. And then after they talked to Mia, she---then it him.

That night, Renee came to find me. "What was that tantrum about? You scared Piper." A warm embrace enveloped me as her hands roamed freely. The familiar scent of her made me melt for a second, making me want to lean in the way I always had. But reality hit just as fast. The thought of how those same hands might have been on someone else recently sent a wave of nausea through me. I pulled away hard, my voice flat as I said, "You're drunk. We're divorced."

He had finished two bottles of whiskey, his face red, eyes unfocused, and his hands started to grope around blatantly. He looked at the woman in front of him, but she seemed to have changed into the beauty who smiled at him yesterday. Solomon was drooling for her. Staring at the beauty whom he had been dreaming all night, he lost control of himself, opening his mouth that smelled of alcohol as he could not wait to kiss her. His face, which looked somewhat prim usually, became extremely smutty. "Beauty, come here. Let me kiss you," he said. The woman looked at the delirious man and smiled even more broadly. She started to play hard to get, blocking his groping hand while muttering something s

I muttered bitterly after drinking from my glass. "It was just a marriage for convenience. I was his contract wife," I added while pouring myself another glassful of tequila. "And that woman we saw with him in the restaurant," I scoffed while motioning my hand in the air. "That was his real wife." "Real wife?" Selene frowned. She stared at me with disbelief written all over her face. "Are you drunk?" she snapped. "Not yet!" I growled. "I'm not drunk! That's his real wife! She came back from the dead after years!"

Down below, a couple walked hand in hand, laughing as if the world couldn’t touch them. Andrea’s throat tightened. “I used to laugh like that,” she muttered, swirling the wine in her glass. “Didn’t I?” She stood up, the chair sliding against the floor with a screech louder than she intended. She walked toward the window and pressed her palm against the glass, her reflection staring back at her. Smooth hair. Impeccable skin. Classy outfit. Perfect posture. A perfect wife. But her eyes—her eyes looked tired. Lonely.

"Come here..." And when he was close enough, she threw herself at him, wrapping both arms around his neck. Daniel froze. Her shoes fell to the floor and she pressed her body closer to his, trying to keep herself from ending up on the floor. But she was giving in to the dizziness and becoming more unstable, Daniel had to hold her by the waist. She looked up and smiled. "My sexy and rude husband..." she slid a hand down his nape. Daniel's blood ran cold. Sexy husband? MY sexy husband? She was drunk, that's why she was saying these things.

Right after our honeymoon, I sort of relaxed and stopped caring about what I ate or drank; this is dangerous when you have convenience stores with all the junk food and beer available. One New Year's eve I had gotten tanked up; I was so drunk that I rushed home to be with my wife as planned...but I brought along the store clerk, who was also drunk! My wife never forgot that and never forgave me. The sad fact was, I really did NOT intend to take that clerk there...I was just too damn wasted to realize she was following me.

Tynan swallowed at the suspense and Laura sighed, taking another sip of the stout. "Does it matter? It's over now, I died. Not only was I unable to become the first woman to win a joint competition, but I also lost my life. What am I saying? It's fine if you can't find a bike, I didn't really have any expectations. I don't see you drive either, you probably don't have a license and you'd need one for that." Tynan withheld from commenting about it as Laura rambled on about other random things now that she was officially drunk. He listened without speaking much, storing every piece of information at the back of his mind. He could feel it now, the answer was finally within his reach!

In their world, the woman always carried the heavier blame. And now, the impossible request hung over her like a stormcloud: Ethan. August’s cousin. His chosen solution. Her heart twisted at the thought. She didn’t want to imagine Ethan’s face, but it forced itself into her mind anyway—his quiet gaze, his steady presence in the family. Ethan was trusted. Reliable. And now, her husband wanted her to cross the one line she had vowed never to break.

"If you're that desperate, go hump a stick." She froze, color draining from her face. She couldn't wrap her head around it. She was reaching out to her husband, and he hit her with "no shame"? Lucia didn't sleep a second. Buried under the covers, she scrolled through a forum on her phone: [The pain of a sexless marriage. What should I do if my husband's never touched me since we got married?] Some replies hinted maybe he was into guys. Others wondered if he just... couldn't.