Drunk Wife Novels & Stories

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?”

She hissed. She don’t care? Tsk. “Your husband is here in The Elements. He’s so drunk, maybe you want to fetch your husband??” I was suddenly nervous. Waiting for my wife’s answer. “Mara what are you saying?! He is your husband but you don’t care at all?! Did you fight?! I will let him here but what if someone took advantage of your husband’s drunk state?” She scolded her. “Mara!” I can hear frustration in her voice.

Bracing myself, I crept to the door of our room, but my hands froze at the handle. “Oohhh baby…, yes pound me harder…aahhhhh” Muffled moans were coming out behind the door of my own bedroom. I froze. What was happening? Without wasting time, I pushed the door. And the world froze around me. A whore was bent over on the bed, her ass on full display, while Nathan, My husband. Naked. Thrusting into the woman like an animal. I gasped unconsciously, not believing what my eyes were seeing.

The good drinkers like Summer were not drunk, but the bad ones like Lisa were so drunk she was about to strip Terry naked in public. "Let me tell you something…" Lisa burped. "My husband has a great body…" Lisa kept pulling on Terry's clothes while praising her husband. "Especially his abs, they look so good… I can't stop drooling over him…" Terry looked helpless and frustrated. Why would some people drink when they knew they couldn't hold their liquor—like his wife? And she always got so loud and dramatic after getting drunk!

It cares about public degradation. On Friday morning, I am going to march into that courthouse and show my runaway wife exactly what happens when she tries to burn down my kingdom to build a life with a laborer. I will take her career, her status, and whatever dignity she thinks she has left, and I will leave her with absolutely nothing. _____

“No secret, remember?” “You don't expect me to tell you about my marriage.” “So why are you here?” He pouted his lips. “I know you don't share your secrets with strangers so tell me what it is.” “Last night, Richard returned home drunk and this morning he's being nice to me. I can't just figure it out by myself, I'm confused.” “Did anything happen?” She nodded and shook her head at the same time. “He lost his mind and almost touched me. I know he wouldn't do that if he's in his right mind.”

and this time, this guy took a step forward to kiss her, the next thing, he was baptized with a wine😀 Laura poured him on his face the wine in her glass. "Are you mad?" The guy said angrily as he tried to clean off his face. By now, few people's attention we're on them including Phil. Phil couldn't take it anymore. He walked to where his wife was and dragged her. "What is it?" She said to the unknown hand dragging her. She looked at the person well "its you. What are you doing here?" His obviously drunk wife asked. He ignored he and kept dragging her out "Phil your grip is so tight. You're hurting me"

"It happens a lot of times, I'm already used to it." "I wish I could be like you. Violet has so much effect on me, I could never be nonchalant about it." I turn to look at her again. This time she's grinding on a girl. At least it's not a guy. Carol follows my eyes and she burst out laughing. "I think your wife is a bit tipsy." She says in-between laughs. "I know she is. She drank a glass of Mojito, almost in one gulp." "What! What did you do to upset her like that?" She asks, still laughing.

I demand. "How is London? I bet is in a worse situation than my wife if the ambulance was involved," he says, looking back at the car where his wife was laid across the chair. "She has a few faults to her name. Nothing Daddy wouldn't straighten with a belt or brush," I muse but stay serious. Chuckling, Alex scratches his head before saying, "My wife puked out everywhere. She's had more than enough to drink. I'm mad they got into the car at that drunken stage," he says.