Drunk Wife Novels & Stories

I went out of my room and sauntered down to the living room but what I saw next really made me speechless. There stood my husband in his white inner shirt and black pant while his suit is hung on his right shoulder. But, that was not even the case. He was drun.... Drunk?! He is really drunk! In fact, drunk was even an understatement, he was totally drunk. He is no more himself anymore, he couldn't even walk properly, he was stumbling. I stood there on a side beside the stairs watching him, speechless.

-A Few Days Later- When I got home from work, I was surprised when I entered our house. I saw my wife passed out in the living room. Bottles of alcohol were scattered on the center table, and the smell was unpleasant. Anger brews within me as I approach my wife, who is sleeping with her mouth open. Since her boutique store closed down, she drowned herself in alcohol. I can't take this attitude from her anymore. "DINA!" I shouted and tapped her cheek a few times. She moaned and slapped my hand. "Dina!" I called her again. Her eyes opened, and she smiled when she saw me.

"In your dreams. I still have so many things to say to you, Moonleigh. I'll just spare you tonight since you're drunk. Henry, ready the car." "Y-Yes sir." "W-What are you going to do?! Are you going to take me home with you?! Put me down! Help! Someone help me please!" she started yelling which made the people in front of the bar look at us. I just smiled at them. "She's just drunk. She's my wife." "Oh, how such a cute couple you guys are." said the stranger. I was about to finally put her inside my car, and that bastard suddenly appeared.

David rumbled on, his tie loosely hung over his neck, his shirt unbuttoned exposing the white singlet he was wearing inside. His wife Ella cringed as she looked at her husband. He must have lost his mind, was all she could come up with. He was not a heavy drinker and seeing him drunk and in this state made her angry. And it was no one else's fault but Sophie’s and her parents. They feel on top of the world lately. The most annoying part was the grandparent’s sudden favoritism for them. “Bunch of losers.” She scrolled. “Enough of all this! Get a hold of yourself,'' Ella shouted at her husband, who was sprawled on the floor, muttering to himself. She helped him up to the bed, and he slept off

I tried to speak, “Sil… Silas.” My husband said, concerned, “Bruna, BRUNA!” His worried face and his worried voice were the last things I saw and heard before blacking out. *** Silas’ POV “Bruna, BRUNA,” I called out to my wife anxiously. My hands around her waist pulled her small body closer to mine. Oh Goddess! What happened to my wife? Fuck! What did that bastard spike into my wife’s drink? My right hand ran from her waist to my wife’s innocent face. I mildly slapped her on her cheek and shook her body.

But from my experience with Tanya I knew my wife is fun when she is jealous. A moments later I heard sounds of heel clacking to the floor and the wind was caught in my lungs. There came my wife, wearing a lacy short dress, which was off shoulder and complimented her collar bones to well, while her silver heels made her walk sexy. Damn she looked like vanilla, that I wanted to lick. She was supporting a drunk Rehana and when I looked more up close her eyes were red and pupils dilated. She was at least high, if not drunk. The moment our eyes met she stopped in her tracks.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

~Christopher’s POV~ I was still standing there, staring at the time. I was at a loss as to which room to search for her. Damn! It was infuriating to have such a large house with so many rooms. I double-checked the time; it was now 11 p.m. Then I heard the door open, revealing my wife, dressed in an extremely short dress. She appeared to be rather seductive, but that was far too much for a married woman. I could tell she was drunk by the way she was walking. I knew she wouldn’t make it upstairs when I saw her trying to close the door. I made a hasty descent down the stairwell. I cradled her, my gaze fixed on her face. I could see she had consumed a large amount of alcohol.

Then, I realized something. My husband is heavily drunk!!!

She always wanted one of her own. But sadly after being married for almost 6 years without a child she realised that she was never gonna have one of her own. She visited so many doctors but still there was no change. She felt horrible going home after these doctors appointments. The worst part of it all was her husband's ignorance. Jack Crane was an idiot who didn't even care about his wife. All he cared about was alcohol. He was a chronic alcoholic and he made life miserable for his wife anytime he was drunk. Elena suffered at his hands for many years but she still loved him and never wanted to leave him. Jack Crane wasn't always like that but after he lost almost everything he had he becam