Empress Jennifer Cuckold Novels & Stories

Jennifer said, "I doubt that will ever come up." "But what if I want to compliment your massive watermelons," I said, looking pointedly at Jennifer's chest. "I don't have watermelons," Jennifer said, laughing, "These are cantaloupes at best." "Fine, how about strawberries," I said, "I'm sure we'll never need to say that." Jennifer had my shirt completely undone. She pushed it off my shoulders. Traced her fingers down my naked chest. Reached down for my belt. "So yes, in case I wasn't clear before, I'm a virgin," Jennifer said, "No strawberries about it."

Is this how deep her jealousy had become for me? "And what if –" she paused, staring down at me. "– she is pregnant for him, that is why he always has her around? I know Denver, he hates using a condom while having sex, so it's obviously clear he didn't use it on her." What's wrong with Jennifer? What's the color of her problem right now? Alpha Denver, who thinks I would ever say such a thing to anyone, turns out the woman he calls his own doesn't in any way trust him a bit.

"They're going to do everything they can to sabotage our relationship." "Just hold on a second," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "My only job is to pretend to be your wife for twelve months right?" "That's right," I replied. "And I need you to bear me a child." "What?!" she exclaimed, her voice rising in disbelief. "Mrs Chloe never mentioned that part of the arrangement!" I could see the shock and panic on her face, "No, no," I said, my frustration getting the better of me. "You wouldn't actually have to be pregnant. We would just need you to pretend to be pregnant while we arranged for a surrogate mother."

The two of them frequently attended the same high-profile events. While it seemed like they were merely the barest of acquaintances, the paparazzi would always publish articles claiming that the two were a match made in heaven. At first, no one cared about such gossip. However, in my previous lifetime, after that incident, more and more people started saying that I wasn't good enough for Andrew and that Charlotte was the best person for him. I might not have even become his wife had it not been because he met me first. Incited by the online discourse, I went wild trying to cause trouble for Charlotte. The more I went after her, the more Andrew defended her. In the end, he even cast me aside

Chapter 1 : My Infertile Husband Has A Pregnant Mistress Emily’s POV My husband and his ex-fiancée were having sex on our fifth wedding anniversary. The words rang in my mind like a death knell as I stared at the video on my phone. My breath hitched, my vision blurred, but I couldn’t look away. I should have stopped watching—closed the screen, thrown the phone across the room—but my fingers stayed frozen, my heart betraying me with every beat.

Her hand instinctively went to her stomach, feeling the bandages, and she knew that nothing would ever be the same. "But how evil could she be to kill a little fetus because of envy?" one of the nurses asked, hissing contemptuously. "You know how wicked poor people can be." The other nurse spat, not knowing that the person they were talking about had been listening to them. "Imagine her doing that to them after they took her in and made her who she is today. People can be so ungrateful." Tears rushed into Emily's eyes. They didn’t know the truth, but then again, no one had ever cared to hear her side of the story. All the media had been doing for the past three years was spin tales of how sh

“You do not cry after sex.” “They don’t have to know that.” He winked. Oz, Balkin and Indrick did pretty well too. It was now my turn to close us out. “Hey, I’m Empress Zelda. Um, let’s see...you’ve heard about my complicated love life. Getting bit, getting proposed to, getting dumped. All things that don’t usually happen to an Empress. But let’s talk about this horrid journey. I’ve almost been eaten by a Serpenbite, almost drowned, came very close to being barbeque, I’ve been kidnapped like seven times. My body was snatched by an Over-Lordess who kind of shamed me for not being a virgin, by the way. So I’ve been called a tramp a lot lately.”

Kathy’s body slumped against mine, her sweat-slick curves pressed to my chest, our breaths ragged in the candlelit haze of her sitting room. My cum dripped from her pussy, pooling on the leather couch beneath us, her big ass still trembling from the orgasms I’d fucked out of her, first with my tongue, then my cock, pounding her doggy style, reverse cowgirl, relentless until we both shattered. The lie to Emily, my new wife, burned somewhere distant left at the reception with a fake meeting excuse, while Kathy’s naked perfection owned me here, her best friend stealing what the vows promised.

It was causing her so much turmoil to even think about having had sex with a stranger. Now, this person who she barely knows wants to marry her. They must be Crazy! She did not want to be with this stranger forever because of one night. "My name is Grayson. I'm the CEO of the Kai Group." A cold voice suddenly appeared. Sienna was wondering if he was introducing himself? What does he think that if he introduces himself, they can go and get married and live happily ever after?

"Mr. Alexander, your wife's gone. She ran off with one of her lovers!" Lucas Nicholas, the CEO of the gigantic Alexander Empire, didn't budge. He didn't even bother to look at Thompson, the head of security, standing on the door of the balcony impatiently tapping his well-polished shoes on the marbled floor, and repeatedly wiping off a white handkerchief across his glistening forehead.