Drunk Wife Novels & Stories

“That’s what happens when you’ve been broke and stingy your whole life. If my parents hadn’t been so stupid and arranged for me to marry him, he probably wouldn’t have felt the warmth of a woman in his whole life.” Wayne snickered and did not argue. I walked up with a blank expression and splashed the seasoned sauce directly onto Sloane’s face. Sloane could not evade it in time. The spiciness stung her eyes so much that she could not open them. She screamed in distress. “Alvin, have you lost your mind?!” Wallace also became enraged. He reached out to grab me by the collar. “You old fool! How shameless could you be? Picking on a woman? What kind of man does that?”

She shimmies and I swear I go hard. So she's not a whore. She was just forced to come here, so why was is she behaving like this and why was she grinding against that man? Jax turns to me with a wary expression. "Rowan, I think she was drugged. Her pupils are dilated and she said she just had one drink. One drink can't make her act like this—" after hearing the word 'drugged,' I completely zone out from Jax's words. The fucker drugged my wife.

I didn’t expect him to be so dominant and cold. “Woah, woah, chill dude. I’m a bartender and your wife is a drunkard, I must say and now she has drunk quite a lot of one of our strongest liquor and she insists on driving all by herself. Just come and pick her up.” I told him the address and he even apologized for his behavior and said that he is very possessive about her. I said it was okay and it’s a positive thing but extra possessiveness is dangerous. I waited for her husband as she was drooling over the entire bar making weird noises. I can confidently say she is not much of a drinker.

I sighed as I felt the effects of the alcohol after taking one long sip. “Definitely that's what rich folks do, to seal a deal they marry off their sons and daughters into bondage in the name of marriage, I'm a victim of that, after going to jail for murdering my wife, which I knew I didn't, she was a drug addict and when she drank overdose I wasn't present to help her, she made me a drunkard and a smoker” I pitied this man, imagining what he had gone through for his drug addicts of a wife.

She said, "Don't be such a killjoy, Roy. We just got here. Let's have some fun." Almost on cue, someone turned on some dancing music and off she went. I don't know exactly what they gave me, but I remember everything. I just wasn't able to do anything. It was as if I were paralyzed. I watched my wife dance with one man after the other. She was a little drunk, but she never seemed out of control. Their hands were all over her. I had been brought to a very comfortable chair and sat with several men around me. They kept trying to distract my attention from the dance floor and my wife.

Surprisingly, a bride can get drunk on her wedding day, indeed Drake has his hands full, somehow I felt like it's was karma teaching him a lesson after he left and went his separate ways. Hence, seeing how deplorable the Bride looked, I have got to get her sober, if I don't want to lose my job. Quickly I pulled her up from the ground she was seated drowning herself in alcohol, pushed her into the bathroom, and flushed the whole dizziness from her eyes. I could hear her barf inside the toilet, it got to a point her it felt like she was choking, urgh! Elijah bride is such a handful, wonder how he would survive getting married to her, well! It shouldn't bother me because I ain't the one gettin

Surprised, she asked: "Are you and your husband going together?" "Uh. Jennifer, let me help your husband inside." Jennifer dodged to the side, Jack took her husband up to the room and put her husband on the bed, gasping for breath. "Your husband is too drunk. Jennifer, you should take care of him." "Where did you two go drinking to get so drunk?" "Drink it at the Club bar. I told William to drink less but he didn't listen. William drank the whole big bottle of whiskey by himself."

She was probably wasted, the reason why he called him for help. Carden hissed, pulling her shoulders up. "Oh! My husband is here!" she laughed and touched the tip of his nose using her index finger. Her sleepy eyes were darted on him, and her hands were on her sides. "Carden is finally here! Yay!" she chuckled more, wrapping her arms around his nape, making him lose his balance and lean at the backrest. The man couldn't help but stare at her wife's state. He wanted to call Jackie and nag at him for leaving her alone in this place, but he knew it wouldn't work because that man was also drunk. He shook his head out of disappointment, slowly pushing himself up, and carried her wife in his arms.

Draven A few weeks past since my stupid wife tried killing herself, and somehow I find myself checking up on her as if I care. I really don't. Somehow, I just can't allow her to kill herself. Of course she gets on top of my last nerve, but that doesn't mean I actually want her dead. I just say that to make her feel like hell. The fact that she overdosed because of my words bothers me, deeply. It has been bothering me ever since, because she could have died, and it would have been my fault. I locked her in a position to not retaliate to me. I threatened the life of her cousin if she talked over me. That's some real pussy move. I can't help it though. How do I treat a woman who marries me for

he jerks his hand from me. I giggle, “Is she pretty?” “Very. She smells nice too.” Max’s words are slurred. A nurse walks in, “We are trying to get him to drink something, but all he says is that he wants his wife.” I laugh. And take the drink from the nurse. “Max,” I say gently. “Max, I need you to take a drink for me.” “I want my wife. She waiting for me.” Max says as his head drops down. I push him back so he doesn’t hurt his neck, “Where is she?”