Erotic Loving Wife Stories Novels & Stories

As Seattle blurred past the windows, I realized that James Morrison had given me the most incredible gift—not just freedom from an unwanted marriage, but proof that love comes in many forms. Some love holds on desperately. Some love sacrifices everything. And some love fights like hell when the people it protects are in danger. Today we'd discover which kind of love was strongest. And whether Emma Romano's family was brave enough to deserve the little girl who'd just proved she was braver than all of them. The wedding that wasn't had become a war that was. And this time, we were fighting for keeps.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.

Eros looked at her with dilated pupils—he was at war with himself, emotions swirling inside him: rage, frustration, and goddamn desire. He wasn't going to hold back anymore either. So he stepped toward her and grabbed her shoulders firmly. "Do you know what a wife does, Lucy?" he hissed. She didn't answer—their eyes met. "She attends to her husband," Eros continued in a low voice. "In every sense." Lucy froze. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, uncontrollably—she couldn't believe what she was hearing, but her body reacted differently. "I want you, Lucy. From the first moment you walked through that damn door. From the moment you opened that mouth to argue with me, from the moment you looked at

A wave of humiliation surged through me. My wife was carrying another man's child, and I was supposed to be happy about it? What a cruel joke. Noticing my dissatisfaction, Tasha let go of Nick's hand and sat down beside me. Lowering her head, she gently stroked her belly. "Thomas, I know you mind this child, but you will always be my husband. That will never change." She tentatively reached for my hand, but I instinctively pulled away. Her best friend, Emily Grisham, couldn't stand it and rushed over.

I said, smiling. She smiled back slightly and bowed as she passed Ethan. I sat on the bed, legs crossed, facing him. “E, what was that I saw? You actually hugged her?” He smoked a cigarette. I jumped up, about to light it. “For God’s sake, Ethan! Your pregnant wife! You can do that outside! Don’t you have any respect for her or love for her?!” “Isn’t that what you’re always there for her?” He smirked mischievously.

“One thing, to write a romance novel.” “Me too. Never liked those types of novels.” “There is one more type that I don't like.” “What type is that?” “Where the husband cheats his wife, and she faithfully prays that he will return to her and that they will live happily ever after.” “Just, look at our Lady Vertina.” “What's with her?” “The last time, I heard about her, she had three lovers and two husbands.” “Three lovers and two husbands? ” “Yes. Do you know, what's the best part?”

If Jonathan had any arguments about being second, he kept them to himself as his cousin slipped on a condom, instead creeping close to her and reaching between her legs as Keith entered her from behind. Keith’s thrusts were steady, the perfect combination with a cock that was thick and curved. Her toes curled inside her pumps as each stroke brought the fat head over her G-spot. She parted her lips as Jonathan claimed her mouth. Tongue twisted with tongue, as chaotic as his fingers rubbing her clitoris. She felt his movements as he jerked his cock one-handed. The heat that flashed through her body was a powerful reminder of why she continued to reject any attempt to end her singlehood. She’d

During this period, Georgia called me countless times. At first, it was all insults. She called me ruthless and accused me of abandoning her to survive on her own. Later, it turned into begging. She cried and pleaded with me to help her family for the sake of our eight-year marriage. “Simon, I was wrong. I was really wrong. I shouldn’t have gotten involved with Fernando. I shouldn’t have listened to his nonsense. I’ve always loved you! “Simon, if you’re willing to invest in our company again, I’ll do anything for you! I’ll even beg on my knees!”

After Dominic Hatch loses his memories, he refuses to believe that I'm his wife. "If you really are my wife, why is it that there aren't any photos of us together?" I explain to him that he doesn't like taking photos. That's why we didn't even have a wedding portrait of us. But soon, Dominic digs out nine thick and heavy photo albums from a hidden compartment in his safe. The main characters in those albums are him and another unfamiliar woman. There are countless photos documenting their journey—from they were still children to when they had completely grown up. The pure and innocence on their faces slowly give way to the sappy love and affection they have for each other. In fact, Domi