Erotic Story Wife Novels & Stories

I said in a hesitant and accusatory tone. “I did,” he nodded his head in affirmation with a dangerous glint in his eyes. I swallowed. “Why? I thought you want me to be your wife.” He was deep in thought for a moment. Perhaps, weighing if he should tell me it not. “It's called erotic asphyxiation.” he finally said after a minute. “What?!” I choked out, brows furrowed in confusion. “It helps highlighted your org*sm.” he said simply like what he did to me was a day-to-day occurrence.

Eric said with disgust. My wife, Eric called her his wife, she could feel warmth coming to her face, how it felt like Eric calling her his wife. Wait, what is wrong with her, why Is she happy that Eric called her his wife. It's a marriage of convenience and it will end soon “I will dress anyhow I feel like, you need not tell me how to dress” She said and looked outside the window Eric smiled, he saw how her face heated up when he called her his wife. Luck widened his eyes, His boss is smiling? That's new.

I tell Vivienne. “I picked everything out; it should be mine.” Vivienne screeches. “Your name isn’t on the papers. I voided and paid the contracts. It is my asset.” I explained. Vivienne stands up, “You and I kissed Friday. Does your wife know that?” “You kissed me, and I pushed you away. Let me be clear, Vivienne. Even if Ellie weren’t in the picture, we wouldn’t be together. Me loving someone else doesn’t change the fact that you cheated while I was fighting for my life in a burn unit.” I explained.

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.

Ethan shot Juliet a look full of disgust, slung an arm around my shoulders, and pulled me away without a backward glance. I glanced over my shoulder and saw her standing there, utterly lost. The moment our eyes met, her lips parted as if she wanted to speak, but no sound came out. "What are you looking at?" I lowered my gaze and asked softly, "So, she really was my wife?" Ethan corrected me, "Ex-wife. And you don't need to remember her. Forgetting her is the best thing that's ever happened to you. She's not worth a single second of your thoughts."

If I did, I would fall apart. Madison reached for my hand under the table, squeezing tight. Her eyes were wide, terrified. Around us, the whispers grew louder. “She’ll run, won’t she? Eric’s wife?” “Poor thing. She doesn’t even have a wolf.” “Who would chase a wolfless female?” “Killian, obviously.” “Or Eric, to keep her.” “Gods, imagine the blood if those two go head-to-head in the woods…” I wanted to disappear. Eric suddenly stormed forward, face purple with rage. “She is not running!” he roared, grabbing my wrist so hard I whimpered. “She is my wife!”

“Eric, please… please…! “My wife, you don’t have to beg,” he told her harshly, his body smooth and controlled as he possessed her with quick and efficient thrusts. “I’m yours… just yours… only yours…” She was moaning uncontrollably now, saying words she could barely understand, as pressure built within, because she knew what it meant. She was about to get wrecked into smithereens. But she didn’t want her first climax with him as his wife to happen alone.

She moaned as he thrust his two fingers into the slippery and wet treasure. The wife really squealed with pleasure when it reached its climax. His hand was wet. The woman caught her breath, she pulled it by the neck. Then made to kneel. He first slapped the angry pet on its face, before inserting it into the woman's mouth. He held her by the hair and continued thrusting her. His wife was in tears when he stood up. He turned her back and dropped her on the table. He opened the woman's thigh, and quickly inserted his weapon. "Aaaah," Ericka just moaned because of pleasure.

Amythest regained her balance and walked over to the window. "How come you didn't tell me about your husband?" In hushed tones, I inquired. She scowled and drew her brows together, as if she didn't understand why I was interested in his husband. She moved away from me and said, "Umm.... he works as a body bulder." I turned around to face her and showed her my biceps once more. Despite the fact that I am not a bodybuilder, I do have abs and biceps. With a thud, she walked into the washroom, rolling her eyes. She shut the door in my face, as though I was invading her personal space. I slapped my face in humiliation and attempted to inquire about her love life.

Fuck, how could pussy be this good? Her hand moved to my ass, and she dragged me deep into her. “Hades…” Like we were back in time, two lovers that couldn’t keep their hands off each other, we ground and moaned together, unable to get enough. She wanted me more than any other man, let me come inside her because I was the only one worthy of having the honor. I pressed my forehead to hers and kept fucking. “Wife.” 7 Sofia Hades wasn’t kidding about his demands.